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Unsound Inverses: The thing about kissing Cas is, it burns.
Him alive, him somehow in love, him human and pliable under Deanās fingers, face caressed in his hands, itās perfect. It doesnāt seem real. Deanās not entirely sure itĀ Ā isĀ Ā real. But when it hits him, when heās alone, marvelling at the concept, heās kicked into a high gear heās never known before.
To Predate Sensation: Castiel is a little bit obsessed with human sensation.Ā
He knows he wasnāt always this fixated. That, before, it was more just this constant niggling curiosity. This sort of connection to what brought his cognition to light tied into the necessity of perception.
Weblike Causality: His hands become spiders. There are eight and thumbs. You should be sleeping, now shouldnāt you, love? Now whereās the narrator. Now where are theĀ stars?Ā You think thereās a different tale. Will you wake in his arms?
Down a Stream (Gravity): Itās difficult to keep memory and imagery sealed in their tombs. Itās toxic pearl treasures, an enemy to remember, and it traps Sam in dreams. Sam canāt stop seeing it flashing when he closes his eyes. Itās not always gore. Thereās too much in his head. But every part of it makes him feel unsafe.
Outlier (in Bite Marks): The thing about touching someoneās soul is that itās like trying to defuse a live bomb inside a delicate biological body while their entire system is alight with agony. Itās violating, and itās wrong, and itās a last resort for the desperate.
esoteric dances: It happens like this a lot. Dean will be out at some bar, probably desperate to not see Samās face, and Sam will text Cas who will fly over immediately, like itās urgent, almost. Like heās eager.Ā
Ruby Red: Sam is coil compression, and Sam is anger suppression, and there is another drink at the bottom of the barrel and maybe itās something to live through.Ā
Hell Fractal: Killing Lilith changed something in his veins like the ultimate high just for the crash to hit him surreal. Heās so lost in horror and confusion as Rubyās stroking him, so overwhelmed by the enormity of it, the evil and consequence but also the miring sense of putrid disgust. He feels reality fritzing little scratchy television games from her touch.
like an asteroid: Time is elusive and spittles on. Lily thinks of death as a bad psychedelic trip she can never get off. Hell's supposed to be different: she knows that. But the demons are smart enough to never get near her. Sheās neither here nor there on earth or in hell. Itās like translucent black imagery circulating in vision. A superimposition.Ā
static meteor: She says, āSamuel, do you really think you deserve to be treated like anything besides a monster in a cage?ā
She turns to a bag and fiddles around in it for a moment.
And while Sam cannot justify a lot of what the US hunters have done, and while Sam cannot defend his own right to be free or worthy of any of the rights that āpeopleā deserve, he cannot find himself justifying this.
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