Since someone took the time to ask about my art, here’s some old SP art!
I haven’t had inspiration for it lately, but I have some catching up to do so maybe I will then. And thank you! :3
Word Count: 996
Warnings: Bad Language?
(This will be m/m if I ever get that far)
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"Explain that again Cas, and this time, try to remember I’m not a fucking physicist." Dean couldn’t help his tone, one minute he was warm and dry inside Bobby’s house, the next thing he knows he’s waking up in a muddy field with a wide eyed, rain soaked angel pinned to his chest. Now that they were past the initial what-the-hell moment, they were headed for the road. Castiel was helping Dean along since he’d woken up sore and exhausted.
Castiel readjusted Dean’s arm over his shoulder, which was nice, his arm had started to go numb. Although it didn’t stop his fingers from freezing. “I’m not exactly sure what happened to be completely honest. It’s hard for me to explain it in relative terms.”
“Please, just try Cas,” Dean was exhausted, he wasn’t sure why. He’d been hoping Cas’ explanation would clear up some of his questions, but no luck so far. They finally reached the road.
"For some reason… I’m not sure what went awry… My calculations are never wrong, it’s so improbable!"
“Cas!” he warned.
A heavy sigh came from Cas, he was used to Deans impatience but it still frustrated him at times.”Basically, something caused a small but vital appendage of my incorporeal form to separate from me while I was transporting you.”
“What? Like you lost an arm?” Dean recalls now that Cas had appeared at Bobby’s earlier requesting he speak to Dean privately, before using his zappy fingers on him. He resisted the urge to ask Cas now what exactly it was he’d wanted to say to him before zapping them away.
“You can visualize it that way if you wish.”
“Huh,” Dean never gave much thought to what Castiel really looked like as an angel, especially since it would burn his eyes out if he ever saw it.
“Sometimes in extreme cases an angel can choose to separate a piece of himself, for one reason or another. The larger the piece, the more considerable the pain. But this isn’t something I chose to happen…”
Dean had to process this for a moment. He was shivering now, damn he was cold! Not only was he soaked through, but he’d somehow lost his jacket. Cas had also lost both his coat and his suit jacket, his white dress shirt plastered to his body from the rain. The parts of his body that made contact with Castiel’s were warm, but it wasn’t enough to stave off the parts of him that were exposed to the cold air. Slowly some pressing questions were making their way through Deans hazy thought process, “So what happened to the piece you lost?” his voice seemed to linger in the air for a moment. It was quiet along the road except for their footsteps on the graveled shoulder.
Dean wasn’t sure where they were headed either, but he figured they would hit a town eventually, or maybe stop in at one of the few farmsteads and ask for some help. That would be a last resort though, Dean was too exhausted to formulate a believable cover story for them, and he didn’t trust Castiel with the details. That was another question he wanted to ask, “And why am I so worn out? It’s not like I’m the one who my ruby slippers.”
Castiel let out a long sigh, “actually Dean…” There was a forthcoming tone about his voice that Dean didn’t like the sound of.
“What? Just spit it out, Cas.”
There was that classic pensive silence of Castiel’s, “The part of me that separated… Is inside of you…”
That stopped Dean dead in his tracks, he pulled his arm away from Castiel with an instant surge of regret at loosing that warmth, “Wait now, hold on just a sec… You’re telling me your detachable angel limb is… INSIDE of me?” He patted his chest in a couple places trying to figure out if anything felt different.
“Yes Dean. Actually it… Collided with your soul, I had barely enough time to salvage the part of your soul that broke off.” Castiel’s collected demeanor was now becoming more frantic.
Deans mind was reeling, “what the actual Hell, Cas? What does that even mean!?” He knew he should be angry, this sounded bad, but his tone was lax. “So you were able to put my soul back together?” A big shiver raced through his whole body, he suddenly longed for that warmth again. A slight panic was building up in his gut, he didn’t know what it would mean to have ones soul damaged. What were the repercussions? Were the effects permanent? How could he even tell if there was any difference? His brain suddenly seemed to catch up with the situation now that he sensed some form of danger.
“Not exactly…” Castiel seemed visibly distraught. He was obviously feeling guilty about the whole ordeal.
Dean folded his arms tightly to his chest, as both a gesture of irritation and because he was shivering uncontrollably now, “Great, there’s more…”
“I couldn’t put your soul back together, because the part of me that I lost weakened me too much. Instead, I put it inside of myself, to keep it safe…”
Dean couldn’t really believe what he was hearing. He was starting to get a headache now on top of everything. “Son of a bitch Cas…” When Cas said nothing, Dean sighed and closed his eyes, “Whatever, look… Let’s just, get out of the rain, and we’ll figure out what to do then ok?” Cas nodded and Dean, beyond the point of caring at this point leaned against Cas again, grateful at least for the warmth, and they continued along the roadside.
They eventually came across a sign that read “Welcome to Wilsonville” which Castiel figured was Wilsonville Oregon, based on their trajectory. They walked a few miles in near silence. The rain was moderately light as they walked through a ritzy neighborhood and found a motel next to the freeway.
You can’t forget about the jade flower.
Or the bleeding heart.
Character design for a Star Trek RP I’m planning to attempt. She’s Troyian :P
(This is to help them feel less inadequate at how graceful and coordinated you really are)
Carefully reach for something to move it out of the way, then knock it over regardless. WHOOPS! Now the people around you won’t feel so bad at how clumsy they are. Job well done.
I realized a couple days ago how much of a troll I am IRL, but almost not at all on the Internet. I do things like creepily peer around corners at people, write strange notes and post them random places, I bring up cute/weird things on people’s desktop when they go to the bathroom, I put things on my head and don’t say anything about it hoping people will be like wtf?! I also giggle madly at these things.
A couple weeks ago my co-worker asked me why I choose to spend so much time thinking about things that, “are not real,” and after thinking long and hard about it I couldn’t come up with anything better than, “it just makes me happy, I have no reason!!”
I struggled with the background so long I never finished it…. Until today :P
that awesome feeling when you know that despite not talking to a friend everyday or even after a very long time that you’re both still cool
everytime i join a new fandom i feel like im ripping my soul into another horcrux
Alrighty then. O.o
Omfg!!! I believe this!!! The church where I live has barbed wire facing inward!! FACING INWARD!!