Feeling nostalgic for Supernatural but likeā¦. different?
How about a completed cannon divergence fic that veers off in season 5 and just keeps going from there?
Itās a Destiel fic where Dean and Cas and Jimmy Novak, the man Cas is possessing navigate consent issues, work through trauma (Alastair gets mentioned) and talk about their feelings in various states of undress.
If that sounds like something your interested in, check it out here. If you like what you see, maybe give this post a reblog so others can enjoy too.
It veers off right after the episode The End. So Deanās fresh out of seeing that horrible possible future. Hereās a short excerpt from the first chapter.
(Read on AO3)
Love Notes Written In Salt And LipstickĀ
Chapter 1: The End
Dean pulled Cas into a kiss. Didnāt even have to think about it.
Like. Sure Cas had been dead before, splattered across the walls of Chuckās house like sick modern art. That had been bad, but at least heād gone out fighting. This time... Dean had watched him die in that bleak, bombed out future Zachariah sent him to, where Lucifer was wearing Samās body, and Dean had turned cruel. The sort of person who sent Cas to his death casually. For nothing. For a distraction.
So if right now he was standing on some random deserted street corner in Kanas City with his arms around Cas, trying to protect a body that could take a knife or a bullet without flinching - if he had to kiss him to let him know that he did matter, that this mattered - and say sorry to that other Cas, who a few days ago, five years from now, was throwing orgies he was too high to remember with women whose names he didnāt even knowā¦ well. Dean had never been the poster boy for healthy coping mechanisms.
All he knew was Casā kiss didnāt taste like smoke or absinthe. It didnāt taste like anything. And Dean kept it going, until he managed to convince himself that it was real. Mostly convince himself.
He broke away. Felt Cas go as silent and rigid as a statue in his arms. Probably, it was a decent idea to back off. But the second he did, one of Casā arms curled around him and it was like backing into a wrought-iron fence.
Cas stared at him. Head to the side like he had been asked a question.
āCas. Itās - Iāmā¦ā Dean could do this. āGood to see you. Really, really good timing.ā
He could make this right. He could call Sam, tell him heād been an idiot for saying they should split up. Make it so that nightmare future never happened. Take better care of Cas.
... but then, he knew that he was guilty of looking at Cas and seeing, well, Cas. Not the normal guy who let an angel wear his body. And he was important too. Dean sure couldnāt ignore the broken bits of Jimmy Novak floating around Casā head in that awful future. He was still replaying that heart-stopping moment when one of those pieces seemed to surface, and all Jimmy could do was scream.
āHey Casā¦ā He wasn't even trying to fight the angelic strength. āIs Jimmy okay?ā
Cas looked confused. āYou are referring to my vessel?ā
āYeah. You know. Is he... howās he doing?ā
Castiel gave Dean a strange, glazed look. Then the arms holding him shook, the body temperature cooled. Dean had zero idea what was going on, but didnāt have time to do anything about it before the grip around him was different. Now the body leaning against him had a totally normal, totally human amount of strength. And was breathing hard.
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