SPN fic: The Path We Choose- (20/20)
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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: In the aftermath of the battle to save the world, everyone tries to find their own way forward.
Notes: Comments are much love.
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Six Months Later
They were retired. Officially.
Having saved the world twice, Dean thought they damn well deserved it. Being retired didn’t get you out of the life you’d known though, and he didn’t really want to cut ties, just wanted someone else to fight the big battles next time.
Actually, quite a few of them were retired now, like Ellen and Jo, who having died once already to help save the world the first time and then were revived to help save it a second, thought they were due a sideline position for a while, unless they got an itch to go on a hunt. It didn’t look like any of them would be getting that itch anytime soon.
What they had done, though, and this included the Winchesters, since basically everyone in the hunter life now knew all their names and what they’d done, they’d opened up a sort of hunter oasis. Ellen and Jo rebuilt and opened the roadhouse bar with the money from their own life insurance policies.
Dean used their insurance trick to get enough of his own money to build a diner right next door to the bar, the menu made up of all their favorite things from diners across the country, since basically, they were kind of complete experts on the subject at that point.
It actually took renting a U-haul truck to get most of Bobby’s books out of his house and into yet another store they built. It wasn’t a bookstore, more like a library you paid by the hour to use. Call-ins for information were accepted, but also charged for. Ash and Chuck were in charge of the research library, close enough they could walk over to the roadhouse after closing and get smashed like they was so fond of.
And, yes, of course, there was a motel as well.
One stop oasis for hunters. And being that it was all owned and operated by the heroes of the world themselves, well, it was looking to be a very popular place.
Sam was back in school, of course, working on becoming a genius lawyer like we was destined. When he didn’t have classes, he worked at the motel in the office, forever studying. To Dean’s surprise, Cas had sought a job at the university Sam attended. He got it, so now the hunter’s favorite nerd angel was a professor of history, because seriously, who else could talk about the Library of Alexandria like they’d been there?
They all had today off though, pulling up in front of the Roadhouse, Dean grinning at the grand opening banners hung over the entrances of the four buildings. The sun had just risen, and thought it was still way too early for Dean’s tastes, he knew they’d be overflowing with people soon. The term ‘people’ being used rather loosely here. He was expecting hunters, civilians, angels, demons, and maybe a drop in from a reaper or two.
The oasis was Switzerland, though, neutral ground where absolutely no violence was tolerated. Runes hidden everywhere ensured it. You attacked somebody and you were out on your ass in the middle of a cornfield a hundred miles away. If you were human at least. Demons and angels were forcefully sent back to their own realm if they tried to start something.
Music was already pouring from the sound system on the porch of The Roadhouse, Ellen and Jo on the porch, straightening the few chairs out there. Frankly, they might as well all have spent the night in the motel across the street for as late as all of them had been there last night trying to get everything ready for opening. Lisa and Sarah were over at the diner getting all the baked goods ready, most of which had been prepared the night before and just had to be baked. They sold iced cinnamon rolls with chocolate covered raisins in them that were to freaking die for.
“I was wondering when you three would show up,” Ellen greeted, a hand shielding her eyes from the sun steadily rising.
“Sorry,” Sam apologized. “We’re still having to hunt down half our stuff in whatever box it’s in in the new house. We’re not quite settled yet.”
The fact that they had boxes to hunt through was still weird for Dean, but when they’d gotten the house finished and ready to move in, well, their friends had all gone a little crazy with house warming gifts.
“The good thing is you actually have a house of your own now,” stated Jo, regarding them with her arms folded and head cocked to one side. “Built by your own hands, even. I’m surprised it’s still standing.”
Shooting her a cross look, Dean still pulled the blonde into a hug and kissed the top of her head as they moved to go inside. “I’ll have you know I worked construction for months, thank you very much. I knew damn well what I was doing. It’s why I hired an electrician.”
The sound of a motorcycle gave them pause, turning to see the bike easily drive up and park next to Dean’s baby, the two figures on the machine quipping back and forth as they got off and removed their helmets.
“And I still say you ought to give it a shot,” insisted Becky, giving her roommate an intent look.
Savvy sighed like it was an old argument she was repeating from memory. “And I told you I’m happy with the way things are. If things don’t end well, what then Becks?”
“I’m not saying it’ll be perfect, but we already get along so well, and we do live together and have for months, so I don’t really see what would change.” Savvy shot her a look. “Yeah, well, except for that, but we could take it one day at a time. Like everything else in the world.”
“What has you looking so serious this early in the morning?” questioned Dean. The others had already gone into the bar, and frankly, Dean was actually wanting to run by the diner first to get a coffee and a cinnamon roll if they were ready.
Savvy had retired as a professional racer and was sitting pretty on a fortune in the bank. Apparently, just because she had the knowledge of how to be a racer, it didn’t give her to confidence to be one. She’d tried to live the life of her doppleganger, she really had. She’d competed in several races, and won, but had been a shaking mess as soon as she was off the machine, like her ever nerve ending were frayed. She’d actually burst into tears after the first race and Becky had just held her, rubbing her back and petting her hair until she composed herself.
She retired on the grounds of having a nervous breakdown and requiring medical leave.
So now, both girls were authors. An occupation Savvy was much more comfortable with. They’d co-written a new Supernatural book already, at Becky’s insistence, but Becky was the main writer for the series now. Chuck stayed out of it for the most part since, well, the Winchesters were retired; there weren’t any hunts and stories for him to tell. When Dean had made mention of this, Chuck had made a face and shook his head, a secretive smile on his lips.
“I wouldn’t be so sure, Dean,” the prophet had told him, then refused to say anymore on the subject. Stupid prophet.
Turning her brown eyes to him, Savvy morphed her expression into one of pleading. “I need coffee. Now. Through an I.V. if I can get it.”
He jerked his chin at the diner and it’s cheerful red and white awning. “Headed that way myself. C’mon.”
More people were arriving by the time they’d gotten caffeine in their systems and food in their stomachs. He recognized hunters when he saw them, exchanging nods as he and the two females moved into the bar.
Throughout the morning, Dean got sized up by other hunters more times then he cared to recall. Once it would have bothered him, the way eyes raked over him assessingly as he leaned against the bar and chatted with friends, the way hunters all seemed to ask the same thing, in the same tone even.
“You one of the Winchesters?” a man asked. He had a hard look to him, all brawn and no brain, looking like he hung out at too many way stations for truck drivers. A scrawny looking guy flanked him, but stayed silent, gaze flicking around like a nervous dog about to wet the paper.
Dean spared him a glance, noting the way this was actually becoming rather amusing for Cas at this point.
“I’m Dean.” He hooked his chin across the room where his brother was helping Ellen carry boxes from the store room. “That’s my brother Sam.”
The hunter gave Sam the same once over, actually snorting under his breath before giving the elder Winchester an incredulous look. “You really expect people to believe a coupla soft looking fellas like you saved the world or whatever nonsense rumors been goin’ round?”
Dean shrugged. “Saved it twice, actually. Not looking to do it a third.”
Jo clicked her tongue. “If we do, we’re charging out the ying-yang for our services.” Dean laughed and held a palm out to her, which she slapped, grinning.
The guy snorted again. “Yeah? What’s the toughest thing you’ve ever faced down, huh?”
Shifting, Dean moved to sit on the bar stool next to Castiel as Jo fixed him a coke and handed it to him. It was too early to start drinking, not to mention, it would look bad if he got drunk at the grand opening of their own business.
“Probably that behemoth right there at the end of the apocalyptic battle.” He shrugged. “Course, I didn’t fight it, it was big as a building, but it is by far the toughest thing we’ve ever come up against.”
Cas gave him a funny look. “You think that was worse than Lucifer?”
“Luci we at least had a gameplan,” argued Dean. “First we tried the Colt, which failed. Then the rings of the Four Horsemen, open a portal, throw him back in the cage. That worked. When you and the others did your worst to that monster and it still got back up? We were dead and I knew it. Good thing God showed up.”
“You talking some biblical shit now?” questioned the hunter brusquely, and seriously, Dean eyed him in annoyance, not having the slightest idea why the guy was there.
He was one of the few hunters who’d heard the stories and didn’t believe them. That was okay. The Ghostfacers had suspected government conspiracy when all of Detroit was evacuated, and had subsequently hacked into the city’s surveillance system, recording the entire battle from dozens of different angles, and had naturally posted it online. The video went viral in seconds.
Dean was almost kind of grateful. People with supernatural problems were now calling in with their jobs, which was saving a lot more lives. Many people thought it was an elaborate hoax, which was great in its own way too. Hunters, though, knew it was real, and that made the Winchesters legendary.
Not everyone had seen the videos yet though.
“You expect people to believe Lucifer rose?” the guy demanded. Dean noted the way Cas was clearly getting annoyed as well, because basically, they were all being called liars to their faces, and well, Dean was being called out as a liar, and that never really sat well with his parabatai. Especially in instances when he wasn’t lying.
“Someone called?” a voice questioned, making the group turn as several figures walked in through the door.
The elder Winchester’s face broke out into a grin as he slid off his stool, Jo calling to Sam as to who arrived. He turned and grinned as well, making his way over.
Dean and Lucifer shook hands in greeting, Gabriel going so far as to hug both of the Winchesters, clapping Sam hard on the back. The trickster’s daughter grinned and winked at them, sticking a heart shaped sucker in her mouth. Anna, Michael, and Crowley all walked in together, and it didn’t pass Dean’s notice that Michael held Anna’s hand in his, their fingers intertwined. It was almost weird in a way because of how Michael’s human appearance was that of John Winchester in his younger years when he’d first married Mary. But it was easy to separate them too, because this younger version wasn’t something he saw and really associated with his father either. He was so use to the older, hardened John Winchester, rough stubble, deep creases in his brow, and hints of gray in his hair.
Lucifer caught his attention again, tilting his head to the side with his fists under his arms. “You were talking about me?”
Dean hooked his thumb at the guy now standing at the bar trying, most unsuccessfully, to hit on Jo. The blonde shot him a look like she wanted to flay the man while he was still alive and then roll him in salt.
“Thinks we were so bored we made up the part about us saving to world and started spreading it around to gain a rep,” Dean explained.
Sam regarded the man for the first time. “I doubt he’s fought more than a few low levels, a couple of salt and burns and he thinks he’s special. Dude wouldn’t last a day in our lives.”
Gabriel regarded Dean, brow arched. “If you want, I’ll get him outside so I can smite him. I figure I owe you the favor.”
“Hey!” the guy barked, causing Dean to clench his teeth in annoyance and roll his head around to face the other man. Apparently he’d gotten bored hitting on Jo after she threatened to break a beer bottle off in his ass. “You never answered my question: you expect people to believe that bible crap? Bunch of pansy ass angels runnin’ round doing good deeds and that shit?”
“Pansy ass?” all the angels echoed as one. Crowley clicked his tongue and took a cautious step away.
Dean smiled politely. “I don’t expect anything of you. Angels exist. If you’d like, I can introduce you to the higher ups from both Heaven and Hell, and if you’re smart, you’ll piss yourself and run away.”
The man snorted. “Yeah, I’d like to see you manage that.”
The elder Winchester met his brother’s gaze, Sam smirking in amusement, but clearly going to let Dean have his fun. Dean grinned back, letting his gaze drift to Crowley.
“Alright fine. May I introduce Crowley?”
The hunter looked at the business man, and the demon inclined his head. “King of Hell. Care to make a deal? What’s your pleasure?”
“And Lucifer,” continued Dean, his eyes drifting to the fallen angel.
The former archangel lifted a brow in greeting. “Most people call me Satan these days.”
“His brothers Michael and Gabriel.”
“As in, the archangels Michael and Gabriel,” the Trickster said pointedly.
“The badass former general of Heaven, Anael.”
She inclined her head. “I go by ‘Anna’ now.”
Dean turned to look at Cas beside him, both of them smiling at each other. “And this here is my partner in crime and better half, the angel who threw away his faith because he thought humanity worth saving: Castiel.”
Cas regarded the idiot hunter then, his expression cold and like he’d already tallied this guy up and found him unworthy. “The angel of Thursday,” he elaborated. Like that made any kind of damn sense.
An amused chuckle escaped Dean and he just shook his head.
The guy looked back at Dean, an even greater look of disgust on his face. “So now you’re a queer and a liar?”
Both Dean and Cas’ siblings bristled angrily at that, Anna and Gabriel both going so far as to take a threatening step forward. Michael placed a hand on Anna’s arm while Gabbie stepped in front of her father, waving him off.
“I got this, Dad. Chill out.” She snapped her fingers with a grin. “Boom! Loop hole!” She pointed down to the bird standing in the center of them. “Note, I did not intend him harm or misfortune. He’s a perfectly healthy chicken and will live a long chickeny, feathered life.”
“Hey,” barked Ellen. They all looked up in surprise. She pointed accusingly at the foul. “Get that thing out of my bar before I take him next door to be defeathered and deep fried.”
The hunter flunky that had been with the talking idiot now gathered his friend up and dashed from the bar with him. Dean thought that hunter might very well have peed his pants.
Stooping down, Cas straightened holding out his hand to Dean. “He forgot something.” Dean burst out laughing at the egg in the angel’s hand.
There weren’t anymore unpleasant incidents after that.
Hunters and civilians from all across the country seemed to pour in that day. The civilians were separated into those who’d already read the Winchester gospels and were fans before they knew it was real, and those who saw the video and had come to see real life superheroes. Becky and the other girls whored out the book series like professional pimps over at the diner. ‘Here’s you burger and fries, would you like the newest Supernatural publication to go along with that?’ They had a second store room just for the books, which were selling faster than the burgers and pies. People came in and walked back out with the entire collection, carefully cradling a box with the Supernatural logo on the side.
People laughed and talked and swapped stories and joked about hunts they been on and the weirdest things that had happened, awkward moments where you were left naked and handcuffed to a fire hydrant with no way to rationally explain that to those who didn’t understand whatever it was you were hunting.
Dean was shocked when Meg came in and sidled up next to Lucifer, the fallen angel leaning in to give her a kiss like it was something they did regularly, which apparently it was. She’d been a fan of him long enough; Dean guessed it shouldn’t have surprised him they were together. Even if it was weird. And a match made in hell.
Later, even though he wasn’t going to try and explain or figure out how it happened, there ended up being a karaoke competition. Dean knew Gabriel was the culprit, of course, he just wasn’t sure how he managed to do it. The archangel couldn’t sing, by the way. Couldn’t hold a tune in a bucket, but that didn’t stop him from being loud, proud, and way off key either while everyone laughed and cheered him on. Sam laughing the hardest probably, followed by Sarah who was sitting in his lap, his arms looped around her waist.
It took losing a bet that got Castiel to join in, begrudgingly so. Dean had sat back, curious to see the angel sing since he still never had. The raven haired man had approached the screen, glaring at Gabriel as his brother came over to help him pick out a song and work the machine. Apparently, Gabriel just went ahead and picked Cas’ song for him, before walking off, stopping like a thought suddenly occurred to him, his mouth in a perfect ‘o’.
Without turning back, Gabriel grinned, holding up his fingers and snapping them loudly. There was a ‘poof’ and dead silence, which quickly erupted into cheers and whistles, while Dean’s eyes widened and his eye brows shot up almost to his hair line.
Castiel glared murderously at his brother, those impossibly blue eyes seeming even bigger, his raven hair falling in waves down his back. His one standard suit and trench coat were his again, except his shirt was a blouse, and his slacks a khaki skirt, an almost girly look to go with his new female form.
Dean grabbed Gabe by the forearm, his eyes never leaving the very disgruntled and smoking hot female on stage. The archangel was grinning widely at him. “You like?”
“You were always my favorite,” Dean stated, his voice coming out huskier than he intended.
Gabriel laughed, but Cas was still none too happy with his transformation. “This isn’t funny, Gabriel,” he snapped, but it help none of the usual bite his male voice did. In fact, the softness of it seemed to surprise Cas, because he blinked with a start, a hand covering his mouth like he’d sworn unintentionally. Gabriel laughed all the harder. Cas recomposed himself and glared furiously.
The archangel waved him off. “C’mon, Cassie. One song and I’ll change you back. You have to look the part, and besides, Dean approves.”
The angel on stage slid his gaze over to Dean. The hunter giving him a double thumbs up, grinning when it make a blush dash across Cas’ cheeks, before he turned back to the screen, removing the mic from its stand.
“Fine,” he agreed. “One song.”
The one song was ‘Don’t Be a Girl About It’, which, yeah, was funny as hell given the circumstances. And WOW could Cas sing. If he put Kelly to shame as a female, Dean really wanted to hear him sing in his male form.
Seriously, though, as much fun as it was to see Cas as a girl, Dean nodded to Gabriel when the angel gave him a questioning look before returning Cas to his male form. The hunter still yanked him forward, fingers delving into his hair as he pulled the angel in for a heated kiss. Cat calls and whistles sounded all around them.
“If you would really prefer it,” Cas began casually, mouth a breath away from Dean’s as blue searched green, “I can ask him to change me permanently.”
Shaking his head, Dean pulled him down into the seat next to him, his arm going around him. “I like you just fine the way you are, baby, I promise.”
Brief uncertainty flickered over Cas’ face, and he looked down. “But we haven’t… you haven’t wanted to…”
Dean knew what he was talking about, and leaned over to kiss the angel’s neck, right below his jaw where Cas liked. “We will, feathers. Taking it slow is just me showing you respect the best way I know how. I wanted to give you a normal relationship first, that simply meant us being together without having to delve into the physical side yet. I want you to have all the experiences of life.”
The angel’s gaze met his, smoldering with pent up desire and longing, and more than a little frustration from all the times seemed to be heading in the way they both so clearly wanted, yet Dean always put on the brakes. Dean. Dean who use to never say ‘no’ to sex. Which was why the hunter made so much of an effort to control himself with the angel, in part he wanted the angel to know how much Dean wanted Cas rather than sex.
“I really wish you wouldn’t respect me so much, then,” growled the angel.
The hunter just laughed and kissed his temple, before letting his eyes roam over their friends and family, faltering when they landed on Savvy and Becky kissing in a corner booth. They’d been arguing since they’d arrived, and Dean had heard Becky introduce herself and Savvy’s ‘would-be’. Now he guessed he knew what they’d been arguing about and it’s resolution.
They all got home in the early hours of a brand new day, Sarah and Sam bidding them goodnight before retreating to their room on one end of the house while Dean and Cas retreated to theirs on the other side of the home.
And Jo had said Dean didn’t know what he was doing when he designed and built the house. Ha!
No, they weren’t sexually involved yet, but the angel still shared Dean’s bed every night, and quite frankly, if Cas weren’t beside him, Dean no longer thought he’d be able to sleep on his own anymore.
He shut the door and locked it out of habit behind them as they entered their own room. Dean sat down at the foot of the bed, removing his boots while Cas toed off his own shoes and gather up pajamas to change into.
“Oh hey,” called Dean, pushing to his feet. The angel glanced at him over his shoulder. “While you’re doing that, give me your ring real quick.”
The angel frowned in confusion, but Dean just smiled and held out his hand for the piece of jewelry, closing his fingers around it when Cas removed it from his right hand and gave it to the hunter.
When the door closed behind Cas, Dean moved and set the ring down on the nightstand on his side of the bed, then moved to discard his jacket and hang it in the closet. Dean was wired with excitement and he knew it, he just really hoped he wasn’t the only one amped up.
When the angel exited their bathroom, running a hand through his hair, Dean was on his feet again, regarding his boyfriend.
“Hey, you aren’t tired or anything yet, right?”
Cas blinked, then shook his head guiltily. “No, I’m not. I think I am too… ‘wound up’ still from today.”
Dean nodded rapidly. “Good, good.”
The angel’s brows furrowed in confusion, questioning how that was in anyway good that neither of them could sleep and it was the dead of night. The hunter crossed the space between them, one hand cupping the back of Cas’ neck as Dean’s mouth found his, kissing the angel in a way to let him know exactly what he had in mind for the night, so as to give Cas a chance to say ‘no’ if he wanted.
Cas didn’t, of course. In fact, he practically growled, “It’s about damn time.”
The curse made Dean chuckle as they staggered toward the bed, undressing each other between heated kisses.
“Hey, I’ve been planning for this, okay? And I had to do my research first, too, so I’d know what the hell I was doing.”
Cas stopped kissing him long enough to angle his head to the side, the hands under Dean’s shirt pausing in their task of pushing it up and over the hunter’s head. “Research?”
“I didn’t want to risk hurting you,” Dean admitted in embarrassment. “I wanted this to only be a pleasant memory.”
Cas practically tore the shirt off of him at that point, his eyes going full-blown with lust. “Oh, it’s going to be pleasant alright.” He shoved Dean back on the bed and crawled to straddle him the way he had that night so long ago at Bobby’s. “I did research, too.”
Pleased chuckles of amusement gave way to sounds of a completely different kind as the hours wore on, in which case, true to their word, they had both done a great deal of research and were quiet eager to try out whatever they’d learned in order to please the other until they were both too spent to do anything other than settle in together in the bed, their breathing still too rapid and hearts pounding in their chests.
Cas was tucked securely against Dean’s side, his head on the hunter’s shoulder. “That was amazingly pleasant,” he purred sleepily.
“I have no doubt we’re both going to be very sore in the morning,” chuckled Dean, running his fingers through Cas’ still damp hair.
“I can heal that away.”
Chuckling, Dean reached over to grab the item on the nightstand, holding it up to regard in the dim light. Cas saw him gazing it, frowning slightly in confusion at Dean’s apparent fascination with the familiar ring.
“Hey Cas?”
“Hm?”
There was a pause, Dean running his fingers in a distracting rhythm up and down the length of Cas’ arm. “Will you marry me?”
The angel stared in stunned silence for a moment, blue eyes widening before he pushed himself up onto his elbow to regard the hunter who now gave him a lazy grin.
“I told you I’d been planning this, didn’t I?”
Laughter bubbled up from the angel. “Yes. Yes, of course,” he breathed, leaning forward to kiss the hunter again, and feeling the bond between them pulse with power as Dean slid the ring onto Cas’ left hand this time.
There was a bright flash that seemed to resonate from both of them, a surge of power coursing through their bond in a way that made Cas shudder and curl inward, his wings flaring out of their own accord as he sat beside Dean. It wasn’t painful, and almost as quickly as it began it was over, leaving Dean sitting up, worried gaze flicking over the angel, hands raised and hovering as if to check him for injuries.
“What the hell was that? Talk to me, Cas. Are you hurt, feathers?” He faltered, gaze falling to the angel’s shoulder, brows furrowed in confusion.
Sucking in a shuddering breath, Cas shook his head, then followed the other man’s gaze. “No, no, I’m fine. I don’t… what is that?”
The glow from his shoulder was hard to see clearly upside down, but it looked to be some sort of design? Maybe a sigil?
Laughter escaped Dean as he examined it, then he was kissing Castiel again, in a deliriously happy way that wiped away any of Cas’ concerns of it being something bad. The hunter was still chuckling when he pulled away and touched their foreheads together while they tried to steady their breathing again. Cas could feel nothing but absolute love and joy pouring off of the other man. And amusement. Lots and lots of amusement for some reason.
“It says ‘Dean Winchester’,” the hunter began, causing Cas to open his eyes to regard him in surprise. Green eyes were dancing in delight. “‘Made of win’.”
The End.
Cas and Dean's Wedding
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Date: 2012-08-14 03:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-08-14 03:30 pm (UTC)Wonderful HEA
Date: 2012-08-16 06:36 am (UTC)Re: Wonderful HEA
Date: 2012-08-16 01:52 pm (UTC)Yeah, I liked the way I paired people up as well. Thought about pairing Crowley with Meg but that was squick, and suddenly it hit me MEGIFER!! And suddenly, I shipped it really, really hard.
Girl!Cas is pretty funny. lol You should hear me do his voice in the podfic version, lol. It amuses me. And yeah, Gabbie totally had the situation under control.
Glad you liked it. I'm suprised you didn't end up flooding the new prompt page with ideas. I've already got one request for Dean and Cas' wedding. Which I may try to do artwork for as well. Try being the key word.
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Date: 2012-08-16 10:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-17 01:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-17 02:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-20 03:22 pm (UTC)I didn't review the other chapters since I just couldn't stop reading anymore and HAD to continue immediately!
And I LOVE the idea of the hunter oasis. Whith angel lore on their side, now it is really an untouchable oasis. LOVE!
I also LOVE so much the idea of all kinds of things getting along together! I mean, a good fight is cool too, but why can't it be different sometime? I've onsidered writing something like a new roadhouse, but not only for hunters myself, but I've got so many ideas for that verse that it's going to take me ages until I get that finished lol.
And Dean asking Sara to marry Sam last chapter! I was really laughing out loud and squealing in exitement when I read that! OMC. Gotta LOVE Dean!
And last but not least - I adore the way you write Dean and Cas. I can really feel how they love each other. This was so perfect. And I loved it so much that Dean went slow! We all know in reality he's all vanillia on the inside, he just never shows it.
Thanks again... following this story has brought so much joy, and I'm going to listen to all the audio chapters also!
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Date: 2012-08-20 03:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-25 06:55 pm (UTC)I did a one shot for them between the end of the story and Dean and Cas' wedding (if you read that). The link to it is on my SPN fanfiction Masterpost/sticky.
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Date: 2012-09-26 04:39 pm (UTC)Will check out that Becky/Savvy fic also!
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Date: 2012-09-26 06:20 pm (UTC)OMC, I don't stalk you enough!
Meh, life happens, and I in no way think my writing good enough to keep close tabs on, so no worries. XD
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Date: 2012-08-20 03:29 pm (UTC)And yeah, Dean asking Sarah (on Sam's behalf) to marry Sam was hilarious in my head, so of course, it went on paper.
Yeah, Dean loves Cas and there's nothing he wouldn't do for him. On the prompt page, someone asked me to write their wedding, so I'm finishing up that. I think it's cute, but it's been really hard to write because I'm not one of those girls that sits around planning wedding or looking at magazines of them.
YAY for Becky/Savvy (and Savvy in general) love! I plan to write a one-shot about their relationship as well. Glad you like her. I know a lot of people tend to not like OC's, but I really like Gabbie and Savvy and will probably put them in any future SPN fics I write as well, if I can.
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Date: 2012-08-20 05:41 pm (UTC)A lot of people don't like OC's because readers are very sensible about Mary Sues and tend to see OC's as Mary Sue very fast. And a lot of OC's deserve that mark. I was very near at calling Savvy that too at the beginning since she suddenly burst into the story and was in the center of attention. But she had personality. Not everyone liked her from the start. She didn't know everything, just the things that made sense since she saw all the vids. And she has her weaknesses. And all that made me love her. She proved in the last chapters that she deserves Love, when she wasn't all confident about her role in the end-fight. Or confident about the whole bike-racing thing. I really liked that! And still, she's kinda BadAss while still being the girl from next door.
It's kinda cool that she stays in the supernatural world now, but it's gotta be hard for her, switching the world you live in like that... I feel for her. Maybe that's an angle where Becky could help her? *hint hint*
Actually, I love Savvy so much I consider stealing her from ya! Hehehehehe! *evil laugh*
I'd LOVE to see those one-shots! Especially curious about how you tackle the wedding! I bet Sam will have a glorious sappy BIG wedding, but I can't imagine Dean and Cas going for the big thing. That's just not them.
And I found it so sweet when Dean confirmed he likes Cas just like he is... no need to turn him into a female...
And yeah, Cas' voice totally rocks! And I'm convinced Gabe only sang wrong on purpose. I mean, the guy had millenia to developed his voice! And besides, Angelic chorus an' all? Gabe being the messenger of God? I bet he knows how to sing when he want's too!
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Date: 2012-08-20 05:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-20 05:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-20 06:05 pm (UTC)http://kumagorochan.deviantart.com/art/Supernatural-Deanna-and-Castielle-282058736
http://vongue.deviantart.com/art/DeanGirl-146926975
enjoy!
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Date: 2012-08-21 04:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-21 05:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-21 06:48 pm (UTC)The entire cast gender swapped: http://fav.me/d4i30ti
Child Destiel: http://fav.me/d3i7wp3
http://fav.me/d51ggvx
BAMF Deanna: http://fav.me/d3clq55
http://fav.me/d4butgt
http://www.zerochan.net/832196
http://www.zerochan.net/832195
http://www.zerochan.net/697348
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Date: 2012-08-21 11:26 pm (UTC)Omg some of those are awesome! Totally love the sixt! (The one with a male and a female version of both) And the last one is great too... perky ASSets... but that's not it, love the style! Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2012-08-22 01:41 pm (UTC)