The Path We Choose- 14/?
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tenoko1Title: The Path We Choose
Author: Tenoko1
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Takes place after Season five with references through Season seven
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Sarah
Disclaimer: Do not own
Summary: Unabashed Season Six fix. I regret nothing. Several months after Sam jumps into the pit, taking Michael with him, Dean is trying to move on with his life, happenstance causing him to stumble over the newly released Supernatural novels which foretell what has not happened yet. Trying to avert the war in Heaven and everything in his life falling apart again, Dean sets out to change destiny, determined that they’ll make the future of their choosing. He should know things are never that simple.
Notes: Comments are much love.
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One l Two l Three l Four l Five l Six l Seven l Eight l Nine l Ten
Eleven l Twelve l Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
The throbbing of his head was what finally forced him awake. It was murderous really, like a monkey with a sledgehammer, pounding away at Dean’s skull from the inside. He groaned painfully, brows furrowing and eyes clamped shut, wishing to drift back off into sleep so his head would stop aching.
“Dean?” a voice whispered softly.
The hunter’s eyes opened in surprise at the proximity of the voice, coming face to face with blue eyes that contemplated him. “Cas?”
His voice was a croak, and he winced at the sound of it, before looking back at his friend trying to piece everything together. Cas lay on his side of the bed facing Dean, their heads almost bowed together. Blue eyes watched him in concern, flicking over the hunter’s face, but he remained silent. It was quiet, the air conditioner humming lightly, keeping the air cool. It was dark still too, so probably the middle of the night.
But… He tried to think, to piece the memories together. He’d gotten wasted. It had already been early hours of the morning when Sam insisted they head home. He remembered that because Sam made the point several times. Why in God’s name was he awake already? He should have slept half the day away.
“How do you feel?” questioned Cas softly, jerking the hunter back to the present. The angel’s presence and concern made the tense muscles in Dean’s body relax, and he let his head fall fully in his pillow, holding the angel’s gaze and attempting a soft smile, willing the angel to know he was glad to see him despite his current misery.
“Like I was run over by a train. What happened?”
“You got…” He paused, searching for the word. “Trashed.” He met Dean’s gaze again, one hand reaching up to cradle the back of the hunter’s head, the pain slowly alleviating. “Sam called me; we got you home and put you to bed.”
Dean’s eyes slid closed, a sigh of relief escaping him as the throbbing died down. He didn’t know what he’d do without Cas constantly putting him back together.
“Is everything okay, Dean?” questioned Cas again, causing the other man to open his eyes again. The angel was still watching him in concern, having withdrawn his left hand.
“Yeah,” said Dean. “Just had too much fun last night.”
“You had a nightmare,” stated Cas, making Dean blink in surprise. He didn’t remember dreaming anything. “When I roused you, you seemed panicked. Asked me if I was me. You tried to get up even, and I made you lay back down to try and sleep. You made me promise I would still be me when you woke up, that I wouldn’t leave you.”
Dean shook his head lightly, the best he could laying on his side anyway. “I don’t remember that,” he replied softly. “I don’t remember much of last night.”
“But you feel better now?” The hunter nodded, and Cas mimicked the gesture. “Then, may I have my hand back?”
The hunter blinked with a start, looking down. He flushed with embarrassment at the sight of Cas’s hand clasped in both of his between them. He quickly released the other man’s hand, noting the small smile on the angel’s face.
“I, uh, I’m sorry, I…” Dean fell silent, feeling Castiel’s silent assurances wash over him, he looked back at the angel, frowning in confusion.
“You were very concerned I would leave,” the angel said again. Dean knew without it being said that this actually pleased Cas; that made him feel a little bit better about thoroughly embarrassing himself. “Your grip never lessened, even after you drifted back to sleep.”
“I didn’t do anything else did I?” asked Dean warily. “Or make an ass out of myself, did I?”
“Upon my arrival, Sam asked that I immediately cause you to fall unconscious in order to avoid you saying or doing anything you might regret in the morning.” Cas smirked. “I didn’t question him, just did as told.”
Dean smiled back. “I love my baby brother some days. He’s alright.” They shared a smile before Dean lifted his arm to check the time. “How early is it? I should have slept half the day.”
The angel chuckled, pushing himself up onto his elbow now that his hand was free. “You did, Dean. It’s past noon.”
The other man sat up sharply, head whipping all around at the darkness that surrounded them. “But the sun isn’t even up.”
The way Cas angled his head back, regarding Dean with an easy smile of amusement the hunter was pretty sure he was the only person to ever get to see was nearly Dean’s undoing. He had to swallow thickly, forcing himself not to lean forward and press a kiss to those pink lips.
“The curtains are all drawn Dean,” pointed out the angel. He jerked his head toward the door leading into the dining room. A blanket had been thrown over the door before it was closed, in order to keep light from streaming through the glass panels. “It was decided that you just be allowed to sleep.”
Confused, Dean looked down at the angel, brows furrowed. “Why didn’t you get up with the others?”
Shrugging, Cas plopped back down on his pillow, settling back down. Dean thought it was unfair he be that unintentionally tempting. Cruel, unaware angel.
“I promised you I’d be here when you woke up,” he told Dean.
The hunter’s heart throbbed painfully then, warmth for the angel pooling through him, making him remember just why he’d actually gotten so smashed last night. It had been an attempt to drown one’s sorrows so many people were familiar with, an act of the desperate and dejected.
Curious at Dean’s silence, Cas angled his head, further mussing his hair, as impossibly blue eyes flicked over the hunter’s face, and Dean knew he would love the angel until he drew his last breath.
Forcing a tight smile, Dean reached out to give his friend’s forearm a squeeze. “Thanks.”
Smirking, Cas rolled his eyes playfully. “Don’t sound so serious. If I’m willing to die for you, I certainly have no qualms wasting the day in bed with you.”
A bark of laughter escaped Dean even as he felt his face flush with color. “Dude, you can’t say it like that. It sounds dirty.”
A look flickered through Cas’s eyes, for only an instant, but in that instant Dean wondered if the angel wasn’t being a tease intentionally.
Then the look was gone like it had never been there and Cas sighed, “Well, if you’re better,” He pushed himself begrudgingly to a sitting position, like he’d been too comfortable to want to get out of bed. “We should probably join the others. I believe Savvy has something for you.”
The hunter stood, following Cas’s movements as the angel went around the room opening the curtains. Sure enough, bright, obnoxiously cheerful light invaded the room, effectively killing the intimacy of the dark and silence from moments ago.
Dean’s eyes continued to follow Cas as he moved about the room, wondering if what he thought he’d seen had just been a trick of his imagination. It had to have been, right?
He blinked, shaking himself out of his own thoughts when he realized Cas was looking at him expectantly. “Huh?”
“I asked you if you’re sure you’re feeling better,” repeated Cas. “You’re frowning.”
Shaking his head, Dean quickly rose and began pulling the bedding off the air mattress, folding it up and piling it on the couch before they would store in the closet for the day.
“No, ‘m fine. Just-“ He stole a glance at the angel’s face and shook his head again, continuing with his task. “Just trying to piece together last night. Thanks for curing my hangover, by the way.”
Cas waved him off with a simple gesture of his hand, but Dean caught sight of the ring on the angel’s hand- Dean’s ring, filling him with a sense of possessive pride. Which he quickly squashed down, lest the angel pick up on it. Castiel wasn’t his, but damn if he didn’t like kind of thinking he was. They’d exchanged oaths and symbols of their commitment to each other, even if it was only as brothers in arms, to Dean it suddenly had a new meaning, or perhaps just a new realization.
Cas was his. His in a way the angel would never belong to anyone else. Ever.
Acting on impulse, without giving himself time to think about it, Dean grabbed Cas before he could pull down the blanket covering the door to the room, the fabric their last defense of privacy. He grabbed the angel and hugged him, arms around the angel’s shoulders and gripping him tight.
The angel gave a small start of surprise, his hands settling on the hunter’s hips. “Dean?”
The other man swallowed thickly and shook his head, not trusting himself to speak, beating down the names to the emotions he felt and trying his best to make sure that the angel would only be able to pick up certain things, like Dean’s gratefulness for the angel, for his presence in the hunter’s life, that Dean’s life was better for having the other man apart of it… how more than anything, he didn’t ever want to lose the angel.
The angel hugged him back before Dean released him, quickly backing several steps away, wiping a hand over his face.
“I’m sorry, man. I don’t know what the deal is with me. I’m fine, I promise.”
Though he nodded, Cas still watched him in concern, eyes flicking over his face as if searching for what was really bothering Dean that the hunter wasn’t willing to say. Dean broke eye contact, looking down at his socked feet in embarrassment.
He was still wearing his clothes from the night before. With a sigh, Dean scratched the back of his head. “I need a shower and change of clothes in a bad way.”
“I’m sure it will make you feel better,” agreed Cas, guarded concern still on his face. He reached up and removed the blanket over the door, more bright light immediately spilling through. Then he offered a small smile to Dean. “Come. You have a surprise waiting.”
Sam was suddenly blocking the glass to the door, clearly trying his best to obscure their view as he shook his head. “Uh uh! Cover his eyes, it’s not ready!”
With a ‘Whoosh’ one of Castiel’s wings flared out, a black veil between Dean and the door, making Dean jump back with a start of surprise. Sam looked just as shocked, blinking in surprise while the angel patiently regarded him.
“Can he at least get a shower?” Cas asked calmly, as though having his wings just out in the open for others to see was something he normally did. To Sam, while he could see the angel’s wings, they were somewhat translucent, like a black shroud being stretched in front of his brother. To Dean, they were perfectly solid and he eyed them in wonder, one hand unconsciously reaching as if to touch the sleek, impossibly soft feathers, then catching himself and withdrawing his hand.
Sam nodded, gaze flicking between the two men. “Just make sure he keeps his eyes closed when he comes though here. And holds his breath.”
Dean heard that, making him frown and stretch, trying to crane his head over the angel’s wing, only to have Cas adjust and move so that the hunter could not. “Wait. Hold my breath? Why?”
“Just do it,” his brother quipped back.
Cas folded his wings back and they vanished from sight like they’d been a mere illusion, the angel hanging the blanket over the door again while Dean went and dug out clothes for his shower, mumbling under his breath about younger brothers and bitch faces. Cas even went so far to cover Dean’s eyes while he guided the hunter toward the bathroom so as to not spoil whatever they had in waiting for him.
Surprises. Joy.
Not.
After his shower, now dressed in fresh clean clothes and feeling a hundred times better than he had upon waking, Dean tentatively knocked on the door, wondering if they would let him out or if he’d be stuck trapped in Savvy’s bathroom for a good portion of the day.
“Can I come out?”
“Not yet!” Savvy cried out frantically. “Don’t let him out yet!”
“Savvy said ‘no’, Dean,” repeated Cas, apparently standing guard by the door.
Defeated, Dean let his forehead rest against the structure. “Thanks for the recap, Cas. I heard her.”
He felt a hint of amusement wash over Cas at the situation and Dean’s predicament, locked in the bathroom while they ran around doing only God knew what in the rest of the house. He didn’t know how the angel did it, but Dean almost felt like the angel reached out to give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. The phantom touch was comforting, but Dean really was not looking forward to anything to do with Savvy, her officially having landed on his ‘Shit List’, he wanted nothing more than to avoid the woman.
Worst part was, she probably didn’t even realize the grudge he held against her, and had earned it rather innocently.
It almost made him feel bad for his urge to punch her. Almost.
Okay, so maybe he was overreacting a little. A lot, really, but he felt better having a target to take his anger out on and she was the easiest one at the moment.
It was weird, but suddenly he felt like he had that night at Lisa’s when the angel had been inside with Dean’s then-girlfriend and Dean had felt like the outsider. He was the only one to have taken offense to Savvy; both Sam and Cas liked her well enough, Cas more so than Dean cared for, but what could he say about the matter?
Where the hell did this keep coming from? Why did always end up feeling like he was the one on the outside looking in?
I’m here, Dean, Cas’s voice whispered like a ghost in his mind. The hunter jerked with a start, staring at the door, as if he could see the angel just on the other side. I’ll always be here.
Smiling wryly, Dean reached out both physically and mentally, one hand on the door’s surface while hoping to give Cas the same reassuring squeeze he’d given the hunter. I know, man. I know. He paused, smirking in amusement even while trying to incorporate some level annoyance to his thoughts. No mind reading. It’s rude. There’s a thing called ‘privacy’ you should really look up the meaning to.
There was a phantom chuckle Dean barely heard before he felt the presence of Cas leave him like a wave drawing back from shore. One last word filtered into Dean’s mind as the angel withdrew.
Parabatai.
They made him close his eyes again when he was allowed to come out of the bathroom. He had to agree to hold his breath again, too, which still worried him. Cas was a solid presence by Dean’s side even as Dean was instructed he could open his eyes.
He blinked in surprise, frowning at the streamers decorating the room. The banner tacked to the wall. It said ‘Happy Birthday’ in big, boldly colorful letters, someone having used a black marker to insert ‘Un-’ before the word ‘birthday’. Sam and Savvy were both grinning widely at him, the girl holding a still steaming pie in oven mitt covered hands. Even Cas was biting back a smile.
“Surprise,” Savvy told him, almost a little embarrassed, but clearly thrilled.
He looked down at the pie she offered, suddenly understanding why they had wanted him to hold his breath, and awed by the gestured.
“You baked me a pie.”
Cas chuckled at his side just as Sam reached to take Savvy by the elbow and move her out of the way so Dean could see the table.
“She baked you five, Dean,” said Cas.
There on the table were all differently decorated and steaming pies. Peach, cherry, blackberry, chocolate crème, and, of course, apple. Speechless, Dean’s gaze drifted back to their hostess.
Savvy was blushing now, fidgeting. “I figured, y’know, you deserve a nice surprise, and you looked like you could use one yesterday, so I wrangled Sam into helping me, and then borrowed my neighbors’ ovens…”
Her voice trailed off as Dean stepped forward seriously, carefully taking the pie from her hands, which made Sam roll his eyes at his brother’s reverence for baked goods, until Dean just turned and set the pie on the table before turning back around and hugging the female.
Sam looked on affectionately, pleased Savvy’s gift was apparently enough to leave his brother, for once, speechless. Dean did deserve something nice done for him; he always did so much for everyone else and always thought of himself last. In fact, Sam couldn’t remember a time when Dean had anything that even resembled a real birthday, even while he always went out of his way to make the day special for Sam, even if it was just a cupcake with a candle in it and basic necessities gift wrapped in newspaper and twine.
“Thank you, Savvy,” said Dean in a soft, gruff voice filled with gratitude as he straightened. Her head bobbed wordlessly, head falling as she refused to meet any of their gazes and bit down hard on her bottom lip. Dean chuckled a bit incredulously. “Why are you about to cry?”
She looked up, face reddening and eyes watery; one hand came up to wipe under her eyes as she laughed wetly. “I’m sorry. I’m just really glad you like it. I was worried.”
Grinning, Sam clamped a hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “Oh, it gets better, Dean.”
His brother looked at him in surprise. “There’s more?” He pointed to the table. “I have pie, man. I’m good.”
“We borrowed a neighbor’s grill,” he began, grinning widely, “and bought all the stuff for bacon cheeseburgers.”
“They made sure I would be able to cure you of your hangover upon waking beforehand,” interjected Cas, the barest hint of an amused smirk on his face.
Dean laughed, rubbing a hand over the back of his head. “Guys, this is…” His eyes drifted over the room, the decorations, the pies, the people smiling at him, and he shook his head. “You guys are awesome.”
Savvy beamed at him, so happy she could barely contain herself. “We’re still not done, Dean.” She and Sam stepped in opposite directions, revealing one of the dining room chairs pulled out and the three different presents sitting in it. “Wouldn’t be a celebration without presents. Unbirthday or not.”
Laughing lightly, Dean wiped a hand down his face. “Okay, now ya’ll are just trying to embarrass me.” He shook his head in disbelief. “This is too much.”
Savvy waved him off. “They’re all small in size if it makes you feel better.”
They made him wait to open the gifts though. Jerks. Saavy was steadily getting further and further into his good graces the more he ate. After his fight, dejected confession, and drunken talk with Sam the night before Dean paid better attention to the interactions between Cas and Savvy, trying to step back and see it with new eyes, not just their interactions with each other, but also her interactions with both he and his brother, and then Cas’s interactions with them as well.
Yeah, jealousy had made him a raging mess, but that didn’t mean he didn’t also have good reason to feel that way. Savvy was sweet and got along with all of them, just more so with Cas, she still clearly favored him, and maybe if left alone it did run the risk of turning into something else, but as of right then, they were just friends. She joked and teased him the same way she would turn around and do to Sam. The brilliant smile she offered Cas could just as easily be directed at Dean.
He’d just been unwilling to see it. He was still jealous, admittedly, but Cas was his parabatai… and no one could take that away from him.
Savvy made him open hers first, since she said it was the simplest gift. It was a sturdy brown leather bracelet he immediately snapped on his wrist, admiring it for a moment.
Sam was the typical annoying sibling about how he wrapped his present. He opened the box to find another wrapped box inside… with another wrapped box inside of it, this one taped with duct tape. Inside that box with a small, glittery pink gift bag that nearly made Sam fall out of his chair cackling as Dean removed it from the most recent box, meanwhile Dean just scowled at him.
“Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
The scowl melted off of his face when he removed the tissue paper to look in the bag. In stunned silence, he glanced up in disbelief at his brother who was smiling affectionately, then back at the contents of the bag, clamping his mouth shut and swallowing thickly.
Reaching into the tiny bag, Dean lifted the necklace out by its cord, staring in amazement. His amulet looked the exact same, as though he’d had it all this time.
“I retrieved it after you left,” Sam explained. Dean met his gaze. “Figured once you got finished being mad at God, you would probably want it back. It was still in my pocket when I woke up at Bobby’s.”
Breathing out, Dean said nothing, just slipped the necklace on over his head. He didn’t try to speak, just nodded his gratitude, knowing his brother would understand.
“And I figured you’d really like that bag,” added Sam. “I picked it out especially for you.”
That made Dean capable of speech, a laugh escaping him. “Keep it. It’ll match that dress you didn’t think I knew about,” Dean quipped back, tossing the bag across the table at his brother.
Reaching over, Cas handed Dean his small gift box that was about the size of a pack of post-it notes. The hunter met his gaze, trying to assess what he thought the angel might consider a good gift, or if he had to have help. He probably had to have help.
Dean bit back a smirk at the way Cas fidgeted uncomfortably waiting for the hunter to open the gift.
Unwrapping the box and then angling back the lid, Dean’s gaze snapped up to meet Cas’s in shock. The angel was giving him a hopeful expression, and Dean’s gaze swiveled back to the ring on a black cushion.
“I thought it only right I replace what I deprived you of,” ventured the angel cautiously, a hint of a blush on his cheeks.
Dean lifted the ring out, noting it was made out of gun metal. He tilted it, eyeing the script engraved on the inside. ‘Winchester’.
“Tell him where you got it,” urged Sam, a ridiculous grin on his face as he nudged Cas.
The angel glanced at Dean, then down in embarrassment, being put on the spot. “There aren’t hunters in this world, but there are still versions of those same people in this world. I went to the past to find Samuel Colt, bargaining with him for one of his original guns. I made the ring from there and inscribed your family name onto the inside of it.” He glanced at Dean again. “I hope it is a suitable replacement.”
“It’s perfect,” he assured the angel warmly, sliding the ring onto his finger where the other one had resided for so long.
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The next day Sam and Dean went on a long jog before coming home dead tired to play video games in the blissful air conditioning. Ninety-nine degrees and ninety-five percent humidity by ten o’clock was not fun. Despite this, Dean could not keep from smiling, only grinning wider as Sam shot him dirty looks, huffing and puffing, his face all red and just as drenched in sweat as Dean, clearly not appreciating his elder brother’s unexplained cheerful demeanor.
Dean would die before telling him, of course, but that didn’t take away any of his mirth.
For once, Dean was the first to rouse that morning. He didn’t know what woke him; he’d been blissfully comfortable and warm, snuggling closer to the body beside him. He’d taken in a deep, contented breath, freezing as his brain finally caught up with him and his eyes flew open.
Castiel was fast asleep, his back pressed against Dean’s chest with the hunter’s arm curled around his waist. Dean cast a panicked look over his shoulder at his brother, only to find him inelegantly sprawled across the red couch and still fast asleep, arm across his face. Relieved, Dean turned back to look down at the angel sleeping peacefully at his side, regarding him with a sort of fascination as Cas drew in a deep breath and sighed contently, relaxing even further into Dean.
Knowing he was taking a stupid risk, Dean settled back down next to Cas for only a moment longer, searing this one memory into his brain, even going so far as touch his forehead to the back of Cas’ head and then give the other man’s shoulder a kiss before he begrudgingly released him, turning back onto his other side. He couldn’t bring himself to fully distance them though, and moved so that their backs now pressed together instead before drifting back off to sleep. Blissfully happy.
Savvy had invited Cas to go with her to church, suggesting that maybe since he was cut off from Heaven, he plug back in the way humans did.
Dean had been at a loss of words when he’d seen Cas dressed for church, though, astonishment and pride hitting him because the angel was so incredibly handsome and just down right good-looking. Sam and Saavy both said how ‘nice’ he looked. Nice was an insult, in Dean’s book, an understatement. Cas would turn heads everywhere he went looking like that, and rightfully so. Dean wanted them to go out and do something just so he could show the angel off.
He’d affectionately gone over to straighten the angel’s tie for him, though, the two of them sharing a smile.
They came back while the boys were playing video games. Dean could feel the joy pouring out of Cas before they ever even made it back in the apartment. Savvy kept stealing glances at Cas, looking thoroughly pleased herself at how excited he seemed, though clearly trying to not show it.
“Did you have fun?” Dean asked, causing the angel’s blue eyes to flick to him, an absolute deluge of joy slamming into the hunter as their eyes made contact, causing Dean to grin and laugh. “Well, I’m glad,” he replied, even though the angel never responded aloud. “Does this mean we have to start going to Church on Sundays?”
Biting his bottom lip, Cas dropped his gaze, only casting a brief hopeful glance at Dean through dark lashes. Admitting to himself and his brother that he was in love with the angel had been one of the best things Dean had ever done thus far, he was free to feel nothing but affection for the angel over the simplest things the man did that tugged at Dean’s heart, mannerisms and expressions Cas probably wasn’t even aware of.
Nerd angel completely owned Dean and didn’t even realize it.
“So what happened?” questioned Sam, excited for their friend, curious what had him so unable to contain himself.
“I… plugged back in,” stated the angel carefully. “Just as Savvy thought I might be able to. It was… wonderful to feel connected and apart again. It reminded me of how my family was a very long time ago, back when there was peace and joy rather than strife and division.”
They all looked sharply at the door as someone began to knock on it frantically, loud and rapid. Harley rose, hackles rising and a growl deep in her throat as she regarded the door.
Cautiously, Savvy moved to unlock and partially open the door, gasping at the sandy blonde haired man standing there with an almost wild look on his face.
“I’m here looking for an angel,” he blurted out, then held up a hand. “I know that sounds crazy, but-“
“Gabriel?”
The archangel’s gaze snapped over her shoulder, desperately searching for the voice that had called his name. His eyes landed on Sam and Cas first and his entire demeanor lit up from within, like a man who thought he’d never see home again and yet somehow against all the odds finally managed to find his way there.
“It’s you!”
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Date: 2012-06-26 08:40 pm (UTC)This is just so awesome:D
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Date: 2012-06-26 08:44 pm (UTC)What did I do to leave you in agony on this one? Bit of a cliff hanger yes, but there were lots of feels in this chapter, no?
And yes, I'm a wee little bit evil. I thrive on it.
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Date: 2012-06-26 09:48 pm (UTC)It was a wonderful chapter, Dean's surprise un-birthday was awesome:D
I can't wait for him and Cas to get together, and I love Savvy. She is representing fangirls everywhere;)
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Date: 2012-06-27 12:15 am (UTC)Right?! What does it take for Dean to just come out and say "Hey I love you, let's get married"? Geez! Who's writing this thing? They need to hurry up! Oh, wait. That would be me.
>.>'
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Date: 2012-06-27 12:44 am (UTC);P
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Date: 2012-06-26 10:39 pm (UTC)AND GABRIEL!!!! YOU BROUGHT HIM BACK!!!
Even if he's just the Gabriel from the place, I don't care, i just love that he's there!
Ot: I kept my eyes out for the podfic version of this chapter since you said you'll post everything at once... Well maybe next time. No pun intended, your work is awesome and I know recording all those chapters must be one hell of a work!
On another note, the new red background feels tiresome on my eyes. But my eyes are very sensitive, I don't like reading much anything that's not black on white. Just my 0,0002 cents ;)
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Date: 2012-06-27 12:21 am (UTC)YES!! LONG LIVE THE TRICKSTER!!!!! To quote: You can never fully count on or count out the Trickster!
Hm. Sorry the background is tiresome on your eyes. I had someone else mention it, so I changed it to where they agreed it was easier to read.
Yeah, sorry about the podfic. It so did not work out that I got all those chapters recorded. It takes a couple of hours per chapter, then I had family stuff I didn't know about that took up saturday. Monday I ended up getting asked out, so I went on a date rather than trying to record a chapter. This evening I just left the gym and will try to record another one when I get home. I have 9-11(?) recorded? I can't remember if I edited chapter 11 yet. You read it, listen and edit it, relisten to it to make sure you didn't miss anything, and if you're paranoid, listen to it again to see if you missed anything or if there's something you really just want to change.
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Date: 2012-06-27 02:01 pm (UTC)Anyway, no need to be sorry for the podfic. I figure it's a lot of work, and a date is much more important of course! I like audiobooks since it allows me to "read" and knit at the same time. Yeah, I know, boring sounding hobby, but I knit the coolest stuff ;D
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Date: 2012-06-27 02:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-27 04:04 pm (UTC)I used to crotchet, once, but I long forgot... I'm sure you'll find plenty of cool Hogwarts-inspired patterns on ravelry.com if you take a look...
I might take a look at the previous chapters some day, but I'll be with friends on a mountain for a week, hence no time! (typical austrian way of holiday-ing, lol.)I bet recording is fun :) I'll tell you how I like it, but you need to be warned... I can be picky at times! I listened to a professional recorded version of the dschungle book once and I couldn't stand it because I couldn't stand the way the reader imitated animal voices. I guess it's a very subjective thing wether you like a voice or not.
And yeah, southeners rule! I'm not from the states, but I've got family in North Carolina. I know, not the most shouth of the south states, but they live down at the border to SC and you really feel the southern way there. I have a NC-beach shirt with a dolphin on it and it's one of my faves!
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Date: 2012-06-28 04:53 am (UTC)"un" birthday and his perfect presents, YAY for the Samulet, i always made it my head canon that Sam got it from the trash. OOOOH how sweet Cas n Dean, sleeping together, Dean making Cas promise to stay with him and stay himself. They are so in love it hurts! Hurry up and update!!!!! I love it!
♥Robyn
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Date: 2012-06-28 02:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-27 02:49 pm (UTC)The ring gift made me cry in a good way.
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Date: 2012-06-27 02:55 pm (UTC)Aw, glad you liked the ring gift. ^_^ Yeah, I figured it was time for lots of feels and Dean totally deserves something so simple, yet considerate.
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Date: 2012-06-27 11:23 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-06-30 03:06 pm (UTC)