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Obscutober 2024 Day 25: Lacuna 🫥
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Lacuna (n.)
a blank space; a missing part; gap
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#Obscutober 2024 Day 25: Lacuna 🫥
This one didn’t get nearly as much time as I would’ve liked since I spent most of today on a very different art piece…In vain since it’s still not ready to post. 😅
But I am still happy with this one & you’ll get to see that *other* art later!
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Yes, it's not them and they're not in pain...
But just what was Castiel's reaction when he first saw the dopplegangers/au trapped on the wall?
10 Seconds coda (15x13) - Castiel
No, Castiel saw Sam and Dean in the wall and his heart raced. He runs to them, nearly knocking out the table lamp in his haste. He stops right beside Dean, palming and patting the smooth surface with a sense of urgency he has never felt since almost losing Dean in Purgatory.
And for those precious 10 seconds, the horrible thought that he lost him without his knowledge, under the very roof of the Bunker, ripped his heart apart. He reaches for Dean's cheek, touches his lips, reaches for his eyes but nothing. The cold wall is between them.
He needs to go there. He needs to be with Dean. He looks at Sam looking wildly... uncertain. He looks back at Dean fixedly, wanting to tell him to wait. He will come, he will find a way, but then... he notices two things doesn't feel right. An itch that needs scratching for being out of place.
He looks back at the two carefully. His eyes widen. The outrageous clothes didn't surprise him, Dean will surprise anyone with his broad collection. Not, it's the hair. Dean's hair.
Dean never parts his hair like that. Castiel frowns. Then he looks at Sam and his suspicion is confirmed. Sam never does that to his soft hair. No.
Castiel steps back, eyes now scrutinizing the figures carefully. The more he looked, the more he finds these are not Sam and Dean. Then he remembers what the brothers told him that morning. About the rift. About same faces. Castiel should have known better.
Not his Winchesters.
So when he hears the Bunker door opens, he quickly leaps to his feet. He hears their voices and practically breaks into a run.
The Winchesters are here. Those are not his Sam and Dean in the wall. They are not trapped. Certainly not hurt.
So when he looks at the real Sam and Dean he berates himself for being fooled. There will never be anyone like the brothers no matter how many of their duplicates traverse one universe to this world.
So Castiel breathes. He should know better. He lets them go. These are not his Sam and Dean. No point dwelling, guarding or watching over them.
He needs his hands solely ready for the real ones. He can't get sidetracked. He lets them go.
So these Sam and Dean beside him, who've been with him from the beginning?
They are real.
saw this wacom tablet at thrift. $4 but no pen. 🤷♂️

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I know that even in reality ( my real life ) you can't be more than a dream .. a very beautiful one ..
there is a part of her missing
and it's not hidden between the lines of her journal
or the baby hairs constantly tucked behind cold ears
a part hidden by too much sunlight
it's not secrets under fingernails
or worrisome thoughts engraved deeply into smile lines
a part of her is missing
but it cannot be found in books yet to be written
in artful lines and timid smiles
in the iris of her eyes
it's not mapped out by the freckles on her shoulders
or in the laughter spilling from her insides
it's not written in her tears
or in the dreams that haunt her
a part of her is missing
it cannot be found or unlocked by you
you cannot bring it out into the daylight
or hold it up to the moonlight
for she has to be the one to stumble upon
the part of her that she is missing
-m.w // a missing part