American Oracle (Soft Dreamy Horror, Multi-chaptered)
It’s like the bunker gathers secrets. It holds them close. It watches, and listens, and discerns. And when an earthquake ripples across the Kansas flatlands, it knows how to protect itself.
It doesn’t lament the loss when something vital cracks deep in the heart of it.
After all, it’s been waiting for this.
(AKA, The boys are locked in the bunker. And they’re not alone.)
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The fog is billowing up from the crack in the floor, a gray pillar Castiel can see rising even from across the room. Curious, he strides toward it, the clouds curling against him like a physical caress, damp fingers on his skin, brushing his hair back. It makes his skin prickle, though it isn’t cold. It tugs at his clothes. It tugs at his wings.
He stops with a full-body shiver, his wings arching in reaction. He can feel them, heavy with moisture, dripping. It’s a sensation he’s never felt before. His wings are metaphysical in nature, strokes of mathematical precision and celestial wavelengths— and they should not be wet.
A single oil-black feather falls to the floor and he stares at it, watches as it flows with the eddies and swirls of the moving current, and disappears into the deep gray of the seam in the cement at his feet.
It’s deeper than he remembers, and much larger, with hairline cracks all around that he can sense will grow larger still, spindling spider threads bleeding out into the concrete.
Castiel kneels down before it, and peers into the dark.
It is LATE and I am SLEEPY and will make a real post later but please: B EH OL D
it is COMPLETE finally, clocking in at a grand 80k over 14 chapters, so if you’ve been waiting til it’s done and/or are looking to ring in the new year with some soft weird future-dream horror Destiel…
