#ascend fic

HI!! oh my god i think i'm *checks watch* a hundred years late to respond to this i am so so sorry. my tumblr presence has been spotty at best

i am so glad that you enjoyed reading the fic again!! it broke and healed me to write it, honestly! I've always thought about a sequel for it actually... I had a lot of thoughts about where that iteration of Dean and Cas would go next. I might at the very least do a timestamp? Because I had a very specific future in mind for them and it feels a little unfinished. So keep your eyes peeled for that :)

(these are just my top fics as I continue reading new stuff! these are potentially subject to change/be added onto as I read more, the top 2 are pretty set in stone though- REMEMBER TO READ WARNINGS ON EACH FIC!)

#1, So Says The Sword by komodobits || 85k (this changed me so DEEPLY) ✿

#2, Four Letter Word for Intercourse by bendingsignpost || 194k ❖✧

#3, oh sooner or later it all comes down to faith by sobsicles || 62k @sobsicles ​ ✿

#4, Sweet Dreams and Scattershot (series) by Elliedew || 528k (HEARTWRENCHING) ✧✿

#5, Ascend by quiettewandering  || 50k @wanderingcas ♡

#6, Teaching Poetry To Fish by aeli_kindara || 52k (holy shit this opened my soul to the universe) ✿

#7, And This, Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets || 56k (this made me get back into poetry & now im working on my own poetry book!) ❖✿

title: ascend pairing: dean/cas tags: Post s15e19 Inherit the Earth, fix-it, angst with a happy ending [banner by the talented @woefulcas​​]

Something is wrong in the world.

Demon activity is rising where mysterious black substance oozes and unusual ecological events are shaking the world. Dean, grief hanging on his shoulders, restlessly searches for answers that might lead him to the Empty… and to Cas.

But what Chuck wrote can’t be undone. The narrative thread pulls Dean along, forcing him to comply. Because once a story already has an ending, it can’t be rewritten.

Or can it?

title: ascend pairing: dean/cas tags: Post s15e19 Inherit the Earth, fix-it, angst with a happy ending [banner by the talented @woefulcas]

Chapter 8 

“What’s your favorite memory of him?” Sam had asked. It was a few weeks after Cas died, when Sam was deep in the mourning trenches with Dean. Eileen had gone to bed long ago, but Sam stayed up with Dean like he usually did those days, drinking with him at the war table.

Dean tilted the tumbler glass toward his mouth, the whiskey burning his throat. He stared up at the ceiling as he chewed on the question. It was his third drink, and the plaster was starting to spin.

“It’s dumb,” he admitted.

Sam leaned forward, his chin hitting the table. He grinned up at Dean as he whispered, “I don’t care. I am drunk .”

Scoffing, Dean set the glass down. He ran his finger around the rim. “You go first.”

“Well, that’s easy.” Sam straightened, his face split into a smile. “Remember that hunt where we had to check out that haunting at a carnival? And Cas was bitching out the stall vendors for having a rigged game when he couldn’t knock over that last bottle?”

Dean smiled. “Yeah. He was trying to win a teddy bear for Claire.”

“Yes. That time.” Sam frowned, taking a sip of beer. “Although I don’t even remember why he was there in the first place.”

“We prayed to him, after we ganked that ghost. Thought we’d get a kick out of an angel at a carnival.”

Cas had showed up looking very disappointed, refusing to partake in anything until Dean shoved him over to a stall, teasing him into trying out a game. Cas had rolled his eyes, but did what Dean said; even had a small smile on his face as he knocked over a stack of bottles and Dean cheered.

Dean could never understand why Cas did it: bent over backwards for Dean like that.

Well. Now he knew why.

“‘Dean’s top 13 Zapp Traxx’?” Crowley read the title out loud, hissing loudly on the x’s. “What is this, some kind of audio porn?” 

Cas grabbed Crowley’s other wrist, his eyes flashing a bright blue. “Drop it,” he snapped. 

“All right, all right. Cool it.” Crowley primly placed the tape into Cas’s open palm. He adjusted his coat, frowning at the dashboard. “So, lover boy finally go soft on you or something?”

“No.” Cas held the mixtape protectively in his lap. “Dean gave it to me for long road trips. Since it’s harder for me to fly lately.”

Crowley rolled his eyes. “I’d barf if I still had a gag reflex.” 

They sat in silence. The plastic encasing the mixtape clicked as Cas tapped a fingernail against it nervously. Finally, Crowley popped his lips, sighing. 

“You know, if I were you: I’d regret it. The whole thing. This jerking back and forth… it’s like some sort of demented dance with him. Never stops.” 

A muscle popped in Cas’s jaw. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”