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I finally made it. My Masterlist, ladies and gentlemen. 

I finally finished my destiel fic. I'd gotten the idea before the end of s08 but never got around to actually writing it, so here it goes. It's canon AU, set right after the end of s05. Thanks again to Becky, really couldn't have done it without you :3

Summary : He’s not sure he’ll ever be able to process it: they stopped the frigging apocalypse and still live to tell the tale. Well, most of them do. But that’s not something he can really think about right now. The very idea has yet to make its way to his brain and he’s dreading the moment it will. Numb feels good right now. He slumps in his seat and crosses his arms over his chest, resolutely looking out the window and ignoring the both of them. He’s barely starting to feel things again, but he’s not sure if the relief outweighs the pain, and it’s stupid. What’s one angel against the whole of creation? Hell, what’s one friend against the rest of humanity?

When Castiel comes back from the pit, he's human. Dean doesn't know what his feelings are doing, Sam wants to knock his and Castiel's head together, and Bobby wonders how he ended up living with a bunch of idjits. Confusion all around!

Wordcount : 20.433

Today:

-70-degree weather

-Spent a free hour laying on a tree branch about half way up a nice maple, started reading 2666 (Bolaño)

-Attended an absolutely fascinating lecture on acoustic ecology

-Totally self-indulgent trip to the specialty market for smoked ham, arugula, dried cherries, pita chips, and a lemon bar

-Totally self-indulgent dinner while listening to an interview about cheeses from New York Public Radio

-Contra-dance with K (the girl of such great reputation on this blog) in half an hour