A Slightly More Poetic (read: Incredibly Cheesy) Take On Castiel’s Ruminations And Rescue From The

nothinggg better than torturing an emotionally repressed character until every single trauma they've ever refused to process starts spilling uncontrollably out of the cracks. like a matryoshka doll situation of repressed trauma and baby you better believe i'm going in there with a hammer

Sam is organising some of their archived items one day, and tries on the Holy Fire glasses just as Castiel walks into the room. He tries not to freak out because now he can see that Cas is surrounded by floating, glowing eyes.

Sam takes the glasses off. Normal regular Cas.

Puts them back on. Eyes everywhere.

Cas looks over and sees Sam's strange expression, not knowing the glasses he's wearing have been treated with Holy Fire, and asks if he's okay.

Sam fumbles his way through a "Yeah- I'm uh- I'm fine."

While they're talking Sam notices that actually, only a handful of the eyes floating around Cas are open, looking at him, while the rest are closed.

But then Dean walks into the room.

Instantly all of Cas's glowing eyes snap open and follow his movement through the room. "Hey Sam, hey Cas," Dean greets, unaware of the eyes watching him.

"Hello, Dean," Cas replies, all the eyes squinting closed like a happy cat.

Sam watches with interest. "Cas?" he says.

Cas's physical body turns to him, but only a few of the eyes leave Dean. "Yes, Sam?"

"Nothing."

The eyes all return to Dean before Cas even finishes saying, "If you're sure."

..........Sam is unsurprised.

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Don't Let Go - OTP Prompt

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Person A: *bursts into the room* "Oh my god—B! I'm here, I’m here, you're okay now—"

Person B: *flinching at the sound, trying to craw back* "Don't touch me-please-"

Person A: *freezes, hands raised* "It’s me. Just me. No one’s going to hurt you anymore."

Person B: *voice shaking* "They said you wouldn't come. That you'd forgotten me. I-I believed them."

Person A: *kneeling slowly, tears in their eyes* "I would tear the world apart before I'd let that happen. I'm sorry it took me so long."

Person B: *finally looking at A, eyes glassy* "I kept calling for you. I thought—I thought if I screamed loud enough, you’d hear me."

Person A: *voice cracking* "I did. I heard you. Every second you were gone, I felt it. I swear."

Person B: *whispers* "It hurts."

Person A: *gently, reaching forward* "I know. Let me help. Please. Just let me hold you."

Person B: *collapsing into A's arms* "Don’t let go."

Person A:*holding them tightly, as though the world.* "Never."

my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

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