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eighth_horizon. SPN, gen, PG-13, 4800 words.
Summary : Dean discovers that there’s light...and then there’s light.
Someone rec'd this to me, I think it was you,rieyll? A wonderful, lovely story of how Dean gets to see Castiel in his true form. There's just something so incredibly amazing and exquisite in Dean's interaction with Castiel sans Jimmy. And that scene as written by the author here made me go OH!, clutching my heart at the simple power of it.
He didn’t see it, right away, and when he did, he thought it was his vision whiting out because he was dying. Colors refused to resolve, and the demons began to part as if pulled. They began to burn, wave after wave of them, screaming as they went, and he could hear the peculiar and mind-numbing sound of an angel using their True Voice. He slammed the sword into the ground blade-down as a barrier and clapped his hands over his ears as he slid down the wall, the pain in his guts second to the icepick in his brain, but he didn’t close his eyes. The light swept toward him and the closest demons vaporized in a visible wind.
When it hit him, it was gentle and warm.
I was so enchanted by it that I had to go read that part over and over again. There's more but I don't want to spoil it for you. Go read even if you're not a fan of Castiel because the rest of the story is just amazing!
eighth_horizon. SPN, gen, PG-13, 4800 words.Summary : Dean discovers that there’s light...and then there’s light.
Someone rec'd this to me, I think it was you,
rieyll? A wonderful, lovely story of how Dean gets to see Castiel in his true form. There's just something so incredibly amazing and exquisite in Dean's interaction with Castiel sans Jimmy. And that scene as written by the author here made me go OH!, clutching my heart at the simple power of it.He didn’t see it, right away, and when he did, he thought it was his vision whiting out because he was dying. Colors refused to resolve, and the demons began to part as if pulled. They began to burn, wave after wave of them, screaming as they went, and he could hear the peculiar and mind-numbing sound of an angel using their True Voice. He slammed the sword into the ground blade-down as a barrier and clapped his hands over his ears as he slid down the wall, the pain in his guts second to the icepick in his brain, but he didn’t close his eyes. The light swept toward him and the closest demons vaporized in a visible wind.
When it hit him, it was gentle and warm.
I was so enchanted by it that I had to go read that part over and over again. There's more but I don't want to spoil it for you. Go read even if you're not a fan of Castiel because the rest of the story is just amazing!
