Hawkeye’s mind wasn’t completely gone and

molecularmonster:

It’s the moments of clarity that are the worst. Twinges here, hazy feelings there. You can feel the burn of muscle as you pull back your bow, tension building and then the smoothness as the feeling leaves your body. It would be therapeutic if there was anything but acute numbness after that, something beyond the ice that creeps back over your heart, a monster digging its claws in.

You feel smooth fingers caress your jaw and where you would have been startled before, you’re  now helpless to do anything but look up as that gentle touch guides you. “I was right to choose you, Agent Barton.” Those same fingers glide down your arm and the slight pressure there tells you to lower your bow, that it’s okay even if you know that everything about this is far from it.

“You deserve a reward for your hard work.” Loki’s voice curls around you like a snake and you slide your hand up his back. “Why don’t you just relax for a moment.”

“Of course, sir.”

Supernatural Fic [PG]: Singing Springsteen

Warning: Suggested torture
Summary: A snippet of Alastair enjoying his work.

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sargraf: dotfic: Dean holds his machete up and away from his body as his boots skid down the loose mud and dead leaves of the slope. He finds a pool of water at the bottom and crouches, wiping the blade against the wet leaves to clean away the blood before he carefully sheathes it. The scrapes on his skin sting as he cups his hands in the cold water, bends his head down to sip from his palms, then splashes more water over his face. Droplets fall from his unshaven chin, making little concentric circles in the pool. The little splashes are too loud, and Dean strains to listen again to the forest around him, for the rustle of claws against the earth, unnatural rushes of wind, for grunts, snarls, slithers, howls, silences that shouldn’t be there. When Cas appears a few feet away, trenchcoat, hospital white shirt, and shoes too clean against the mud, Dean doesn’t startle. He knows the difference between the beat of Castiel’s wings and every other sound in this place. “There’s a pack of wendigos two miles to the South,” Cas says. Dean’s not exactly sure how to tell which direction is which in this place; there’s a wan, weak disk of a sun that rises in one direction and falls in another to mark the days and fine, whatever, even if that’s not East and West as Dean understands it, it makes things simpler. Getting to his feet, Dean tries not to think about what Sam’s doing right that minute. The small stab in his chest is worry or homesickness, both at once, something threatening at the edge of panic, which won’t do Sam any good topside. He wipes his hands dry on his jeans. “We’d better keep going then.” They start walking side by side, following the streambed. Dean scans the trees above them, peering into the mist, listening. Always listening. “Dean…” Cas says, with a note of hesitation. “Yeah?” Dean’s still got his eyes on the trees, looking for wings. “Are you all right?” “This whole situation sucks bigger than a Hoover the size of a dam, Cas. What kind of question is that?” Cas inclines his head a fraction, a trace of his recent shyness of conflict showing, although that hasn’t stopped him any from ripping the heads off hydras and smiting vampires—not that the creatures die in this place, Dean knows, they’re already dead, but he and Cas do sure find a lot of creative ways to incapacitate and damage, temporarily at least. “I meant that within the context of the situation,” Cas ventures again. There’s a flutter and a thin shriek high in the trees. Cas’s gaze snaps upward, every muscle tensing, and for a moment he’s part of the uncanniness around them, while Dean puts his hand on the grip of the machete. After a moment, there’s the okay kind of silence and they keep moving. “I guess,” Dean says, picking his words carefully, not sure how much he wants to say but also kind of needing Cas to know it. He doesn’t look as Castiel’s face, keeps his gaze on the trees. “I’m not strapped down this time.” And that’s all he wants to say. No wait, there’s one more thing. “Plus I’ve got you watching my back.” Cas doesn’t say anything, only moves a little closer to Dean as they walk along the streambed, while the air around them waits to pounce. *_*

sargraf:

dotfic:

Dean holds his machete up and away from his body as his boots skid down the loose mud and dead leaves of the slope. He finds a pool of water at the bottom and crouches, wiping the blade against the wet leaves to clean away the blood before he carefully sheathes it. The scrapes on his skin sting as he cups his hands in the cold water, bends his head down to sip from his palms, then splashes more water over his face. Droplets fall from his unshaven chin, making little concentric circles in the pool.

The little splashes are too loud, and Dean strains to listen again to the forest around him, for the rustle of claws against the earth, unnatural rushes of wind, for grunts, snarls, slithers, howls, silences that shouldn’t be there.

When Cas appears a few feet away, trenchcoat, hospital white shirt, and shoes too clean against the mud, Dean doesn’t startle. He knows the difference between the beat of Castiel’s wings and every other sound in this place.

“There’s a pack of wendigos two miles to the South,” Cas says. Dean’s not exactly sure how to tell which direction is which in this place; there’s a wan, weak disk of a sun that rises in one direction and falls in another to mark the days and fine, whatever, even if that’s not East and West as Dean understands it, it makes things simpler.

Getting to his feet, Dean tries not to think about what Sam’s doing right that minute. The small stab in his chest is worry or homesickness, both at once, something threatening at the edge of panic, which won’t do Sam any good topside. He wipes his hands dry on his jeans. “We’d better keep going then.”

They start walking side by side, following the streambed. Dean scans the trees above them, peering into the mist, listening. Always listening.

“Dean…” Cas says, with a note of hesitation.

“Yeah?” Dean’s still got his eyes on the trees, looking for wings.

“Are you all right?”

“This whole situation sucks bigger than a Hoover the size of a dam, Cas. What kind of question is that?”

Cas inclines his head a fraction, a trace of his recent shyness of conflict showing, although that hasn’t stopped him any from ripping the heads off hydras and smiting vampires—not that the creatures die in this place, Dean knows, they’re already dead, but he and Cas do sure find a lot of creative ways to incapacitate and damage, temporarily at least. “I meant that within the context of the situation,” Cas ventures again.

There’s a flutter and a thin shriek high in the trees. Cas’s gaze snaps upward, every muscle tensing, and for a moment he’s part of the uncanniness around them, while Dean puts his hand on the grip of the machete. After a moment, there’s the okay kind of silence and they keep moving.

“I guess,” Dean says, picking his words carefully, not sure how much he wants to say but also kind of needing Cas to know it. He doesn’t look as Castiel’s face, keeps his gaze on the trees. “I’m not strapped down this time.” And that’s all he wants to say. No wait, there’s one more thing. “Plus I’ve got you watching my back.”

Cas doesn’t say anything, only moves a little closer to Dean as they walk along the streambed, while the air around them waits to pounce.

*_*

ilovehowyouletmefall: Castiel hears something and stops in his tracks. He waits, listens. Nothing. He takes a step to continue on his way, and realizes that Dean isn’t with him anymore.  Castiel turns, but there’s no sign of his friend anywhere; only dense, cold fog. He surpresses the urge to call out, that would only give away both him and Dean to the monsters. Instead, he watches and listens. He sees dark shapes through the fog, hears the sounds of a scuffle, and runs towards it. He doesn’t fly - this place drains him, as Eve did. Save it for fighting, Cas, Dean had said, and at the time Castiel thought it was a prudent suggestion, but now Dean is fighting things, and Castiel isn’t there to help him, and I can’t lose him, not now, not like this. Castiel reaches the spot where he saw the shapes, but no one is there.  “Dean!” he yells, caution giving way to fear. “Dean!” He hears shouts and growls, but the fog disorients him, Castiel can’t tell where the noises are coming from. He spins around, but it’s all just pressing, suffocating whiteness, broken only by the dark pillars of tree trunks. Then he sees shadows, grappling, piling on one another. He spreads his wings, and he’s there.  There’s creatures all around him now, attacking one another, attacking Dean, but the fog is so thick that Castiel can’t distinguish one figure from another. “Dean!” he calls again, and he thinks he hears an answering shout, but it’s lost in the yelps and snarls of the monsters.  A thing with fangs and claws leaps towards him. Castiel steps out of the way, grabs the thing by the throat, and slams it into the ground. A flash of grace lights up it’s face, and the soul dissolves, to re-materialize elsewhere. Nothing can die here.  Except for Dean. “Dean!” Castiel shouts one more time. “Shut your eyes!”  It takes every once of power that Castiel has, but he lights up the forest, burns away the monsters, and burns away the fog. Suddenly, supporting the weight of his vessel feels like far too much effort. Castiel collapses on the ground. He feels blood collecting in his throat.  “Cas?” he hears faintly, as if through water. Dean Winchester’s face swims into focus. He’s scratched up, but in one piece. Castiel attempts to smile, but doesn’t think he’s very successful.  “Jesus, Cas,” Dean says, out of breath and edgy. He kneels next to Castiel, trying to asses the angel’s condition. “Let’s never do that again.” Castiel’s pretty sure he manages a smile this time. “Agreed.”

ilovehowyouletmefall:

Castiel hears something and stops in his tracks. He waits, listens. Nothing.

He takes a step to continue on his way, and realizes that Dean isn’t with him anymore. 

Castiel turns, but there’s no sign of his friend anywhere; only dense, cold fog.

He surpresses the urge to call out, that would only give away both him and Dean to the monsters. Instead, he watches and listens.

He sees dark shapes through the fog, hears the sounds of a scuffle, and runs towards it. He doesn’t fly - this place drains him, as Eve did. Save it for fighting, Cas, Dean had said, and at the time Castiel thought it was a prudent suggestion, but now Dean is fighting things, and Castiel isn’t there to help him, and I can’t lose him, not now, not like this.

Castiel reaches the spot where he saw the shapes, but no one is there. 

“Dean!” he yells, caution giving way to fear. “Dean!”

He hears shouts and growls, but the fog disorients him, Castiel can’t tell where the noises are coming from. He spins around, but it’s all just pressing, suffocating whiteness, broken only by the dark pillars of tree trunks. Then he sees shadows, grappling, piling on one another. He spreads his wings, and he’s there. 

There’s creatures all around him now, attacking one another, attacking Dean, but the fog is so thick that Castiel can’t distinguish one figure from another. “Dean!” he calls again, and he thinks he hears an answering shout, but it’s lost in the yelps and snarls of the monsters. 

A thing with fangs and claws leaps towards him. Castiel steps out of the way, grabs the thing by the throat, and slams it into the ground. A flash of grace lights up it’s face, and the soul dissolves, to re-materialize elsewhere. Nothing can die here. 

Except for Dean.

“Dean!” Castiel shouts one more time. “Shut your eyes!” 

It takes every once of power that Castiel has, but he lights up the forest, burns away the monsters, and burns away the fog.

Suddenly, supporting the weight of his vessel feels like far too much effort. Castiel collapses on the ground. He feels blood collecting in his throat. 

“Cas?” he hears faintly, as if through water.

Dean Winchester’s face swims into focus. He’s scratched up, but in one piece. Castiel attempts to smile, but doesn’t think he’s very successful. 

“Jesus, Cas,” Dean says, out of breath and edgy. He kneels next to Castiel, trying to asses the angel’s condition. “Let’s never do that again.”

Castiel’s pretty sure he manages a smile this time. “Agreed.”

zatnikatel: timeywimeyimpala:    They’ve been running, fighting, tearing through beasts for who knows how long. It doesn’t seem to stop, but Dean thinks that’s just how time progresses here. It feels like a string of random moments, like jump cuts in a movie. Every so often, Dean will realize they’re not in the same place he thought they had been moments before, or the thing dying at Castiel’s hand is a different kind of monster. “Can we be killed here? Or would we just be put back together?” He asks because he’s seen a creature drag its head back to its body after Cas had ripped it off.    Blue eyes spare him a fast glance before returning to scan, watch, guard. “This isn’t a realm meant for man or angel. We might not die in a technical manner…but if they ripped deeply enough to reach your soul or my grace…” he trails off but Dean shivers, understanding that they could be eaten alive, body and soul, while they watched.    Dean learns that like on Earth, here, he can’t magically fix himself. They’re set upon by a pack of…well, Dean doesn’t have words for these things. Dean’s tangled with most kinds of monsters, but that was on his turf, and usually the things looked semi human. These things speak of ancient nightmares painted on damp cave walls, of evil to come in the night and swallow you whole. He’s never been one to run from a fight, but he’s a man without a weapon and all he can do is try not to get hit as he waits for Cas to dispatch them.    He’s gotten good at ducking and dodging and spinning away from the monsters here, but to be honest, they seem more drawn to Cas anyways. It’s stupid, going for the obviously more powerful, deadly creature, but Dean kind of gets it. Whenever Cas fights here, it’s like his edges blur and his grace starts to shine through, and he glows with power. Like a moth to a flame, it brings the creatures to him, and Dean’s still not sure if it’s involuntary, just how this place works, or if Cas does it on purpose to draw them away from Dean.    But this time, he spins too far, out of Castiel’s reach, and one of the beasts breaks off from the beast to latch jaws onto his leg. It’s a ridiculous kind of pain, Dean can feel his body crumbling, but it’s not like he can go down without a fight, so he kicks out hard with his other leg and sends the thing flying back some. Dean looks to his leg and feels a wave of sick wash over him as he quickly assesses the damage. His foot’s gone, the rest of the leg below knee tattered, blood gushing. He doesn’t feel dizzy from blood loss, but it still burns with incredible pain and there’s no way he’ll be able to push himself up and away from the creature making it’s way back to him. And now, he’s almost done. Almost ready to lay back and let the thing fucking take him apart until its filthy slobbering jaw is clamped down on his soul. But before he can surrender to it, there’s a holy blast of light as the creature’s blown into a hundred different pieces.    Castiel picks him up, cradling him in his arms, and Dean would make a joke about how he’s no princess, but he’s down a leg and fucking tired. He stares at the weird, empty sky as every motion, every breath makes his leg throb and gush, and surely he should have lost all the blood in his body now, but it doesn’t stop. They stop moving some time later, Dean doesn’t know how long, but Castiel gently rests him on the ground and gentle hands hover over him. “I can’t just heal it Dean…I need to re-grow it. It will be painful,” Castiel warns softly, pausing, waiting for his signal. “Just do it Cas,” he grits out, but as soon as Cas starts, he second-guesses his choice. He could have just had Cas cauterize it, because who really needs a leg when it feels like this to re-grow it?    He wants to scream until he’s hoarse, but he bites it back and pushes it down as Cas conjures new bone and covers it with muscle and skin. When his leg is whole again, it’s perfect, exactly as it was, but the memory of the pain still sits heavy in Dean’s stomach and it takes him awhile to gather himself before they can move on to a safer spot.    The rest on a hill, the sky getting lighter, and Castiel traces a perimeter around them, allowing Dean time to rest. And he knows he should try to sleep, rest while he can, but he can only sit with head in hands and try to not completely lose his mind and maybe a tear escapes from his eye. Castiel finishes his round and sits lightly next to him, patient for Dean to speak.    When he finally does, his voice is raspy and broken when he says, “I’m so useless here. All I do is slow you down.”    He can’t see Cas, but he feels his body turn towards his as he quietly replies, “Seeing you out of this place is the only thing to propel me forward Dean. That’s far from useless. You and your brother will be together again, I promise you.”   At that Dean lifts his head, and attempts a sort of smile that doesn’t really happen, but it’s the effort that counts. “All of us will be together.”    Castiel ducks his head, almost shyly, but Dean saw the corners of his mouth quirking in a smile as he repeats, “All of us.” THIS IS FANTASTIC.

zatnikatel:

timeywimeyimpala:

   They’ve been running, fighting, tearing through beasts for who knows how long. It doesn’t seem to stop, but Dean thinks that’s just how time progresses here. It feels like a string of random moments, like jump cuts in a movie. Every so often, Dean will realize they’re not in the same place he thought they had been moments before, or the thing dying at Castiel’s hand is a different kind of monster.

“Can we be killed here? Or would we just be put back together?” He asks because he’s seen a creature drag its head back to its body after Cas had ripped it off.

   Blue eyes spare him a fast glance before returning to scan, watch, guard. “This isn’t a realm meant for man or angel. We might not die in a technical manner…but if they ripped deeply enough to reach your soul or my grace…” he trails off but Dean shivers, understanding that they could be eaten alive, body and soul, while they watched.

   Dean learns that like on Earth, here, he can’t magically fix himself. They’re set upon by a pack of…well, Dean doesn’t have words for these things. Dean’s tangled with most kinds of monsters, but that was on his turf, and usually the things looked semi human. These things speak of ancient nightmares painted on damp cave walls, of evil to come in the night and swallow you whole. He’s never been one to run from a fight, but he’s a man without a weapon and all he can do is try not to get hit as he waits for Cas to dispatch them.

   He’s gotten good at ducking and dodging and spinning away from the monsters here, but to be honest, they seem more drawn to Cas anyways. It’s stupid, going for the obviously more powerful, deadly creature, but Dean kind of gets it. Whenever Cas fights here, it’s like his edges blur and his grace starts to shine through, and he glows with power. Like a moth to a flame, it brings the creatures to him, and Dean’s still not sure if it’s involuntary, just how this place works, or if Cas does it on purpose to draw them away from Dean.

   But this time, he spins too far, out of Castiel’s reach, and one of the beasts breaks off from the beast to latch jaws onto his leg. It’s a ridiculous kind of pain, Dean can feel his body crumbling, but it’s not like he can go down without a fight, so he kicks out hard with his other leg and sends the thing flying back some. Dean looks to his leg and feels a wave of sick wash over him as he quickly assesses the damage. His foot’s gone, the rest of the leg below knee tattered, blood gushing. He doesn’t feel dizzy from blood loss, but it still burns with incredible pain and there’s no way he’ll be able to push himself up and away from the creature making it’s way back to him. And now, he’s almost done. Almost ready to lay back and let the thing fucking take him apart until its filthy slobbering jaw is clamped down on his soul. But before he can surrender to it, there’s a holy blast of light as the creature’s blown into a hundred different pieces.

   Castiel picks him up, cradling him in his arms, and Dean would make a joke about how he’s no princess, but he’s down a leg and fucking tired. He stares at the weird, empty sky as every motion, every breath makes his leg throb and gush, and surely he should have lost all the blood in his body now, but it doesn’t stop. They stop moving some time later, Dean doesn’t know how long, but Castiel gently rests him on the ground and gentle hands hover over him.

“I can’t just heal it Dean…I need to re-grow it. It will be painful,” Castiel warns softly, pausing, waiting for his signal.

“Just do it Cas,” he grits out, but as soon as Cas starts, he second-guesses his choice. He could have just had Cas cauterize it, because who really needs a leg when it feels like this to re-grow it?

   He wants to scream until he’s hoarse, but he bites it back and pushes it down as Cas conjures new bone and covers it with muscle and skin. When his leg is whole again, it’s perfect, exactly as it was, but the memory of the pain still sits heavy in Dean’s stomach and it takes him awhile to gather himself before they can move on to a safer spot.

   The rest on a hill, the sky getting lighter, and Castiel traces a perimeter around them, allowing Dean time to rest. And he knows he should try to sleep, rest while he can, but he can only sit with head in hands and try to not completely lose his mind and maybe a tear escapes from his eye. Castiel finishes his round and sits lightly next to him, patient for Dean to speak.

   When he finally does, his voice is raspy and broken when he says, “I’m so useless here. All I do is slow you down.”

   He can’t see Cas, but he feels his body turn towards his as he quietly replies, “Seeing you out of this place is the only thing to propel me forward Dean. That’s far from useless. You and your brother will be together again, I promise you.”

  At that Dean lifts his head, and attempts a sort of smile that doesn’t really happen, but it’s the effort that counts. “All of us will be together.”

   Castiel ducks his head, almost shyly, but Dean saw the corners of his mouth quirking in a smile as he repeats, “All of us.”

THIS IS FANTASTIC.

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Supernatural 7x22

This is going to hurt, isn’t it.

Supernatural Fic [Gen]: Not Okay

Spoilers: 7.17
Pairings: None. Vague Dean/Castiel?
Summary: Dean calls Castiel, and they talk.

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Supernatural Fic [Gen]: What Comes After

Spoilers: 7.02 ‘Hello, Cruel World’.
Pairings: None
Summary: Castiel has a talk with Death.

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SPN Dean/Cas Fanmix - The Evolution of a Relationship This is nothing but sap, a dash of angst, and then more sap again. I wanted a happy ending here! Download Here: http://www.mediafire.com/?9e6wjb4bv0m9c0f 16 mp3 files with embedded artwork and lyrics = >100MB. New Soul - Yael Naïm Never Felt Like This Before - Shaznay Lewis Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer E.T. (Cover) - Tyler Ward You’re Gorgeous - Babybird Too Lost In You - Sugarbabes I Want Love - Elton John Sacrifice - Anouk Rolling in the Deep - Boyce Avenue Everything You Want - Vertical Horizon King Of Anything - Sara Bareilles How To Destroy A Relationship - The Servant The Only Exception - Paramore What Too You So Long - Emma Burton Closing Time - Semisonic BONUS TRACK

SPN Dean/Cas Fanmix - The Evolution of a Relationship

This is nothing but sap, a dash of angst, and then more sap again. I wanted a happy ending here!

Download Here: http://www.mediafire.com/?9e6wjb4bv0m9c0f

16 mp3 files with embedded artwork and lyrics = >100MB.

  1. New Soul - Yael Naïm
  2. Never Felt Like This Before - Shaznay Lewis
  3. Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer
  4. E.T. (Cover) - Tyler Ward
  5. You’re Gorgeous - Babybird
  6. Too Lost In You - Sugarbabes
  7. I Want Love - Elton John
  8. Sacrifice - Anouk
  9. Rolling in the Deep - Boyce Avenue
  10. Everything You Want - Vertical Horizon
  11. King Of Anything - Sara Bareilles
  12. How To Destroy A Relationship - The Servant
  13. The Only Exception - Paramore
  14. What Too You So Long - Emma Burton
  15. Closing Time - Semisonic
  16. BONUS TRACK

iraisedthecookiesfromperdition:

Wing kink for Jess (and also a little for James because I know how much she loves it) With thanks to perpetuallycaffeinated because she sort of invented this sort of thing, and I love her for it.

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