#just. the feeling of narnia slowly dying over the course of the books

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Thinking about how the books introduce us to Narnia as this vibrant, beautiful land and then make us watch it die piece by piece. If you read in publication order you start with Narnia a place of wonder and magic even under the Witch's power and then the Pevensies save it and we get "the Golden Age" and Narnia is really something; if you read chronologically you start with Aslan making Narnia and everything so full of life and song that trees grow from everything that touches the earth and people laugh to be the butt of a joke because they (and everyone else) have never heard a joke before in the history of the world and jokes are fun! And then you read LWW and get to see what Narnia has grown into and get the Golden Age.

And then you read about a Narnia where people are in hiding and magic is a legend (even under Jadis, there was magic) and Cair Paravel is in ruins and lions and beavers are extinct. Cair Paravel can be rebuilt but lions and beavers can't be revived. The characters restore Narnia but it will never be quite what it was. It will never be another Golden Age.

We watch Caspian, boy hero of the last two books, die, grieving and broken and old before his time. Narnia is saved again and it's time for a coronation, just like in MN, LWW, and PC! Yay! Except this coronation will happen alongside a funeral. Underneath Narnia swims a dead kingdom and caves full of monsters waiting for the end of the world. Remember children, all things die.

The next time we open a book, we become the Pevensies, returning to Narnia to find centuries have passed and our magical home has become warlike and worn. Aslan has not been seen in ages; guard towers have been built around Narnia's borders for the many battles. Where are the clearings full of moonlight dances that Mr. Tumnus spoke about, back at the beginning? Tirian assures us Narnia is like that, in times of peace, only visitors from Earth tend to be brought over when Narnia is in trouble. We will not see it. Narnia was like that; good and beautiful and wonderful things did happen. Narnia is death. There will be no after the battle this time, no awakening land or Golden Age after cruelty is stopped. Cruelty and war have seeped into Narnia itself. Guard towers must be built: not a temporary war, but long term militarism. People turn on one another. Everyone dies. Narnia dies.

"I saw it begin," says Digory/the Professor. "I did not think I would live to see it die." Neither did we.

"I did hope that it might go on forever," says Jill. It could have. This is a story. Turns out it's a tragedy.

#unsure about posting this but i got a lot of followers from that soft heacanons post and people oughta know if they stick around #that my feelings about the narnia books are complicated #the chronicles of narnia #the magician's nephew #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #prince caspian #the silver chair #the last battle #nova actually posts stuff #this post happened because i was trying to figure out why The Silver Chair is classified as The Last Battle Part 1 in my head #despite chronologically being much farther from it than from PC/VDT #and realized something about vibes #just. the feeling of narnia slowly dying over the course of the books #i'm guessing it's not as bad if you're team publication order because you get HHB and MN before LB #and it's c s lewis's world he can do what he wants with it #but wow does it hurt to read

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Let Me Go: Chapter 6

AO3 

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Pairings: Intrulogical

Characters: Logan Sanders, Remus Sanders, Virgil Sanders (mentioned)

TW: self-harm

Words: 666 (:

Summary: the week’s almost over, and logan’s kinda feelin better

“The week’s almost over, babe. We won’t have to deal with them anymore, okay? And we’ll get to hang out so much this weekend. We’ll get through today.”

Remus was helping. Everything was helping. Besides… people. Logan would soon get his physical therapy, mental therapy wasn’t going that well, but he had it. He didn’t tell his therapist how much he was still cutting, but it was getting better. He had his friends as well. It felt nice to finally have a support system.

It was getting better. Overall.

People would still make fun of him and his partner. Some would explicitly tell him he’s a failure. He failed at dying. Thank God he wasn’t alone, or he would have attempted again by now. Remus was helping convince him that they were the dumbasses, and their insults to Remus helped him believe that. Remus was an amazing human being, and anyone who told them they were invalid must not be telling the truth.

He loved them.

During class, he paid attention. Mostly. Doesn’t matter, he already knows it and can study when he gets home. Remus is just so pretty. For someone who despises school, they participated often, probably to keep themself entertained. They were on all the teachers’ good sides, and had inside jokes for nearly every class. That was part of what Logan loved most about them. They talked to people, had friends, convinced people to hear them out, no matter how crazy their ideas were.

He tugged on their turtleneck crop top until they leaned over enough for him to whisper to them.

“Pretty.”

“Me?”

He kissed their cheek.

“Mhm.”

Logan leaned against them, holding their arm and actually listening to the teacher. He should have paid attention.

Fuck.

Why do tiny little things make him feel like shit?

Soon, lunch came, though, and since Virgil was absent that day, Logan and Remus would have the table to themselves. Logan had arrived before them, and so was passing the time by reading The Chronicles of Narnia for the millionth time.

He looked so graceful, even in the harsh lights of the lunchroom. Strands of his hair falling over his face, curling ever so slightly at the end. The way he held his cheek up, the other hand resting gently on the page. The slight smile on his face and glitter in his eyes, his glasses slowly slipping down his nose. Remus loved him.

They scooted in beside him, wrapping their arms around his torso, resting their chin on his shoulder. He flinched and sucked in his stomach, pulling away from them.

“Lo-Lo?”

“Sorry- I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s okay! What happened?”

Logan partially didn’t want to tell them, but truth was part of healing. And their face was beautiful and worried.

“I- um. I,” his voice got quiet, “cut.”

Remus took the hem of his shirt gently and looked to Logan for approval. He nodded slightly, and they pulled it up, careful to block the sight with their body. What Logan saw was sickly beautiful, what Remus saw was painful and sad. All they wanted to do was kiss him and tell him he was loved, he wasn’t alone, the horrible things people say are lies.

“We’ll clean them tonight.”

They kissed him, resolving to hold his back. He draped his arm around them, and continued reading.

“You’re really pretty too.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. So pretty you could be taxidermy.”

“Should’ve known that would come.”

“Just me being Lo-Lo’s trash man. Although I would prefer you alive.”

“Really?”

“You’re my boyfriend, of course.”

“I’m not Prince Caspian, though,” he said, gesturing to the book, “so how good could I be?”

“I’m sure you’re prettier than him. And more exist-y. Anyway, he’s probably pretty straight.”

“Nah, Caspian’s the gayest of them all.”

“Still prefer you.”

Remus proceeded to assault Logan with kisses, tugging his neck until he couldn’t see the book anymore. At that point, he cared more about the soft face kissing him anyway.

#sanders sides fic #sanders sides #logan sanders #remus sanders #intrulogical #ts logan #ts remus #tw self harm #self harm tw #tw cussing #tw taxidermy #grays fics #let me go #excited for the next chapter

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Chapter Three | Peter Pevensie

[Red Series Book One: Roses]

Synopsis: With World War Two ravaging the world, no one is safe and no one is happy.

Despite their protests, Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy Pevensie are evacuated from London and sent to live in the English countryside with an old professor. Scared and unhappy, only the youngest Pevensie child remains optimistic and ends up sharing her hope with her siblings in the form of a wardrobe that takes them to Narnia, a different world where they are the only form of hope to bring an end to an evil witch's reign of terror.

Rosemary Bennett has no more hope left in her heart. Her brother and father are off fighting for their country, the former having gone missing months ago, and her mother ignores her, preferring the company of a bottle over her own daughter. Giving up seems the only logical plan of action. But when it finally comes to carrying it out, she's transported to a different world, with talking animals and a prophecy that doesn't involve her. Unsure as to why she is there, she must navigate a new world and ponder the possibility that maybe - just maybe - she doesn't actually want to die.

*Warning: this book deals with depression and suicide. Though mental illness isn't what this story revolves around, the act of suicide and depressive thoughts are intertwined with the plot and act as 'backseat drivers' to the novel.

*mentions of mental illness, depression and (attempted) suicide

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Red sky at night, sailor's delight.

Red sky at morn, sailors take warn.

It was a small rhyme that Rosemary could remember her father telling her when he first took her out fishing with him and Daniel. As she had watched the sun rise earlier that morning, she watched as red bled into the sky and knew what was coming.

After lacing up her tall boots, Rosemary slipped into her green peacoat and pulled out her braided hair from underneath the collar. Once she was sure she was set, she placed the folded letter on the kitchen counter next to an unopened bottle of scotch. She wanted her mother to find her letter but not until she was far enough away where she couldn't be found and stopped in time.

Quietly, slipping out the door, Rosemary walked away from her home and into the rain. The walk to the cliffside was no more than twenty minutes, and the storm had yet to hit. It was simply windy and rainy, neither of which bothered Rosemary - especially now. Her tears blended in with the rain and the wind quickly dried them up only to be replaced by more tears and raindrops.

When she finally arrived at the cliffside, she paused. If the weather were better, it would look like her dream. If the sky was clearer, would the water be as blue as the sea in her dreams? For a moment, Rosemary faltered, doubting herself.

Was she really about to do this?

But Rosemary knew the answer. She couldn't go back to an empty house where her mother purposely ignored her and she was faced every day with the possibility that her brother and father may not be returning. So yes, she was about to do this.

Walking forward until she was at the edge of the cliffside, Rosemary looked up to the heavens and let the sobs loose. She'd been holding them back for so long and now with the wind and rain and no one around, she was free to yell and cry and scream. No one would hear her. Thunder rumbled above her and the rain pelted harder against her skin. The storm was above her and she didn't have a care in the world.

She was ready.

Lost in the roar of the storm and the crashing waves below, Rosemary looked up to the sky one last time and whispered, "I love you". And then she stepped forward.

•

The water was ice cold, knocking the breath out of Rosemary immediately. Her coat and shoes weighed her down, pulling her to the bottom faster. It would've made things a lot more difficult for her had she been trying to get to the surface but she wasn't. And even if she wanted to, she couldn't swim. Which was why drowning seemed the best way to go - she couldn't turn back.

Rosemary let herself sink further and further and the little light that still reached her diminished slowly. Her ears and lungs felt like they could pop at any moment, but Rosemary knew that it would soon be peaceful, and she would be gone.

When Rosemary could no longer take the pressure and felt like a balloon about to pop, she closed her eyes and took a breath.

•

"Oh come on! Breathe!"

Rosemary sat up sputtering. Water dripped from her nose and mouth as she fought to get oxygen into her waterlogged lungs. A small hand alternated between patting and rubbing her back until she calmed down.

"Oh, thank goodness. I thought you were dead!" The voice was loving and high-pitched. It had that distinctive motherly note to it - one Rosemary's mother used to use on her.

"Wait, I'm not dead?" And why is it so bloody cold?

"Of course not. Although, you would have been had I pulled you out of the river any later. Silly girl," the voice patronized, though there was no harshness in her voice. "What were you thinking?"

Tears welled in Rosemary's eyes. She was thinking about dying. She wanted to die. She tried to die. And yet she had failed and someone had somehow pulled her out of the river. Wait - river? Rosemary had jumped into the English Channel which was attached to the sea. It surely wasn't a river.

For the first time, Rosemary looked up and gasped at the sight in front of her. She had no clue where she was, but it definitely wasn't England. Everywhere she looked was white. Every surface in sight was covered in an untouched blanket of snow.

"Where am I?" Her voice was quiet, and broke as she spoke.

"Why, you're in Narnia, my dear. Are you alright?" The body the voice belonged to came around to face to Rosemary and she screeched at what she saw. It was a beaver. "Deary? Are you alright?"

"You...you're a beaver."

"Well, obviously," the female beaver chuckled. "I don't really look like anything else, do I?"

In her shocked state, Rosemary managed to backtrack. "I mean - you're a beaver who is talking."

"We all do," the beaver said simply.

Rosemary shook her head for a moment, her frozen hair knocking against her cheeks. "I'm sorry - 'we'?"

The beaver smiled again and cocked her head to the side. "Tell you what. It's cold and you're soaking wet, so why don't we head back to the dam and you can warm up and I'll answer any and all questions you have as best as I can."

That sounded like a fair deal so Rosemary nodded and slowly stood up on wobbly legs. Standing straight, she was more exposed to the elements and could feel the wind and cold air on her skin and wet clothes. Her hair and clothes had already begub to freeze. The last thing that Rosemary wanted was to catch pneumonia with only a beaver to treat her. Did they even have doctors or nurses here? In...Narnia?

Rosemary's feet felt sluggish as she trudged behind the lady beaver. "I know we haven't been walking long but how much further? I can't really feel my body," she smiled sheepishly, though the lady beaver didn't turn around to see it.

"Just around the corner, dear. And then we'll get you all warmed up and fed."

Seeing the bend in the river not too far ahead, Rosemary was motivated to move a little faster and reach their warm destination sooner. Her lips were probably purple and her fingers could have fallen off twenty steps ago and she wouldn't have noticed. Both hands were clamped under her armpits, but seeing as her clothes were sopping wet, not much warmth was provided.

"Here we are!" Looking up, Rosemary stared a large dam built in the ice and light coming from within. Was anybody else home? "Beaver is out right now but he should be back for dinner. I hope you like fish and chips."

Rosemary actually hated fish but she didn't have the heart to tell the lady beaver that. She would force the disgusting meal down if she had to. She wouldn't turn anything away that was given to her by someone who had saved her life - even though she had tried to end it no more than thirty minutes ago.

Rosemary had to get on her hands and knees to crawl through the doorway, but once she was inside, she could stand to her full height of five-foot-five. Looking around the room while the lady beaver went down on all fours and shook herself dry, Rosemary saw a bed in the far right corner, a makeshift kitchen, a dining room table, and a sitting area.

"This is incredible," Rosemary whispers in awe. Who knew beavers lived so lavishly.

"Thank you. But the credit really goes to Beaver - my husband. He's the builder and the designer. I just feed the fat lump. You can call me Mrs. Beaver."

Rosemary looked down at the friendly creature who was smiling up at her with warm eyes and an outstretched hand - well, paw. Grabbing it as nonchalantly as she could (seeing as she's never actually shook hands with a beaver or any creature for that matter), Rosemary shook hands with Mrs. Beaver. "I'm Rosemary. It's lovely to meet you."

"The pleasure's all mine, Rosemary," Mrs. Beaver replied. "Now take off some of those layers and lay them out by the fire to dry. Beaver and I have found some clothes over the years that we keep in a trunk by the bed. We use them mostly as blankets, but you're welcome to sort through and see if there's anything that fits you."

Rosemary didn't need to be told twice. She quickly laid out her peacoat by the fire before finding the trunk Mrs. Beaver was talking about. It was wooden, with beautiful and intricate designs carved into it. On the front at the center, the designs all focused on the carving of a lion mid-roar. Rosemary took a moment, tracing her fingers over the designs much like a blind person reading brail.

Inside was even more extraordinary. Both male and female clothing had been folded neatly and placed inside. Rosemary picked out a pair of stockings, a long-sleeved dress close enough to her size, and a belt.

"Is there someplace I can change?" Rosemary asked timidly.

"Not really. Beaver and I don't really wear clothes," Mrs. Beaver mused. "But I won't look and Beaver won't be back for at least another hour. Do you want some tea?"

"Oh, yes please."

In any other situation, Rosemary would be hesitant to change in front of someone else - especially someone she had just met. But she was freezing and didn't really care anymore. Part of her was convinced she was dead and this was her hallucinating before she fully drowned. Turning her back to Mrs. Beaver, Rosemary changed as quickly as she could. Though the dress and stockings were thin - definitely not ones made for winter - they were dry and already she felt a little bit warmer.

Letting Mrs. Beaver know that it was okay to turn back around, Rosemary moved to lay her wet clothes out by the fire. "So, you said you would answer some of my questions?"

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#narnia #the chronicles of narnia #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #william moseley #peter pevensie imagine #peter pevensie fanfiction #peter pevensie x oc #peter pevensie x fem!oc #love #romance #adventure #fantasy #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #chronicles of narnia

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This is a HUGE Thank You for 3k followers!!

You're amazing and awesome and so beautiful and I actually don't know what I did to deserve you >.< I hope you may find some stories in here you haven't read yet and I will update this post regularly, so stay tuned for that!

Have fun with our two favorite idiots falling in love over and over again :D

Also watch out for the other two parts:

Alternate Universe

Alternate Universe: Supernatural Elements

CANON!VERSE:

In Which Dean Frogs Up by almaasi

Dean transforms himself into a frog by mistake, bang in the middle of Charlie's Moondoor tent. Only true love's kiss will put him back to normal. But who the hell is Dean's true love?! Since it's not Charlie or Sam, maybe Cas can shed some light.

(Words: 6k)

Lost in Words, Hand In Hand byhallowgirl

"I-" and Castiel says the words quickly. "I could always read you some other pieces of literature" and the angel looks away as if he expects Dean to run out of the room." Dean would be the first to admit that he's not a reader. Castiel has a way to remedy that. It involves a lot of reading aloud. And a lot of lying on the same bed. But that's just an accident.

(Words: 6k)

Even If It Kills Me by cymbalism

Dean has cuts that won’t heal and bruises that won’t fade, and he’s getting worse. But Heaven's at war and there are people dying in Iowa and Dean’s not fucking dying anytime soon, thank you very much. Except the part where it really seems like he is.

(Words: 7k)

How To Fail At Keeping Your Heart Safe From Sleepwalking Angels by Dean Winchester by EllaWinchester24

"You- you broke my brother!" Sam cried.

OR

The one in which a certain angel sleepwalks and Dean is defenceless against his cuteness. Also, Sam is awesome.

(Words: 7k)

Mine by whelvenwings

Dean and Cas are on a hunt together, searching for what Dean thinks is probably a ghost. However, strange things start happening, and suddenly all Dean's most secret desires seem to be coming true... but is this really who he's been wanting?

(Words: 7k)

Minty Fresh Kisses by almaasi

Dean teaches a newly-human Castiel how to brush his teeth properly. Things don't go according to plan – but for once, the unexpected development actually presents a more promising outcome.

(Words: 8k)

Damn You Auto Correct! by Chiyume

A sore throat is never a fun thing, and being unable to talk is even worse; especially if your name is Dean Winchester.

Left behind at the motel to recover while Sam takes care of their case, Dean is soon hit by utter lethargy, and since he can't speak to save his life, he resorts to texting in order to ease his restlessness.

Castiel is of course happy to oblige, and things appear to be going smoothly until auto correct decides to put its sticky fingers all over their conversation...

(Words: 8k)

Unknown Quantities by xylodemon

No one ever tells Dean anything.

(or: Dean Winchester and the not-relationship crisis of 2014)

(Words: 8k)

Hearts Here to Steal by peridium

“That you and I have been having sex,” Cas says.

Dean’s heart drops all the way to the motel basement. Because the fucked up thing is, they haven’t been. He would remember.

(Words: 9k)

Aim and Ignite by wincechesters

After the angels fall and Cas loses his grace, and with Sam still recovering from the toll taken on his body by the trials, Dean starts a prank war as a way to lighten the mood in the bunker and alleviate his boredom. It might just have some unexpected consequences.

(Words: 10k)

Shatter Me by Slanguage

At the end, there had to be a sacrifice. Castiel bled for the Winchesters before they could stop him.

When Castiel wakes up four months later under an overpass in South Dakota, fate brings him into the path of a set of familiar names in his hunt for the Winchesters, who have dropped off the face of the Earth after his passing. Armed with a sheriff, a troubled teen, a fangirl, and a gangly werewolf, the group sets off to reunite the ex-angel with his missing Winchesters, no matter the overabundance of sarcasm, determined to let nothing stop them; not even a set of angry paranormal creatures hunting for the same brothers. Because death cannot stop true love—it can only delay it for a while.

(Words: 11k)

So, That's How it Starts by por_queeee

After an encounter with an incubus inadvertently reveals Dean's feelings for Cas, Dean makes the decision to just ignore the whole thing and avoid the angel for awhile. But when a cut-and-dry case in Ohio turns into a little more than the brothers bargained for, Dean might have to consider praying for the angel after all- and confronting whatever it is that's growing between them.

(Words: 12k)

The Care and Handling of Angels by fanfic814

When a book about caring for angels shows up on their doorstep, Dean assumes it's just Sammy playing a joke. When Sam claims to know nothing about it, Dean gets curious and takes to secretly reading the book in his bedroom... and maybe trying out a few things on Cas.

(Words: 13k)

Empyrean Glow by shirozora

Post Apocalypse life isn't quite like apple pie, but it's better than Dean expected. And then a bored crossroads demon just has to take an interest in his crush on Heaven's newest archangel.

(Words: 14k)

Critical by maraudersgirl47

Dean receives a phone call that elicits a response he's not so eager to repeat - Seriously a panic attack? Him? 

Cas is in the hospital and his condition is critical. Sam and Dean spent the entire night on the road towards Idaho - Everything just seemed to fall into place after that.

(Words: 15k)

Dead Body Disposal 101 by almaasi

Cas is gonna become a hunter. According to Dean and Sam, that means he needs to learn how to efficiently dispose of dead bodies. Cas is good at it, since he can use his power to help out when he needs to, but he comes to learn that 'being useful' doesn't always mean having a shovel in his hand or angelic spark in his fingertips. Sometimes it just means sticking around instead of leaving.

(Words: 15k)

Leave My Body, Moving Up to Higher Ground by triedunture

Castiel must take a new vessel to return to earth, so he strikes a deal with a woman who isn't as willing as Jimmy had been. But Dean's in a bad way and Leviathan needs to be smote, so what else can he do?

(Words: 18k)

Build a Home by domesticadventures

After they save the world, Dean expects Cas to come back to the bunker with them.

He doesn't.

(Words: 20k)

There's Only One Sure Thing That I Know by leah k (blinkiesays)

Dean doesn't even get halfway through explaining before Bobby starts laughing. When he lets himself think about it for more than five seconds, Dean can almost see Bobby's point: he's faced down demons, witches, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, angels, and Satan himself and now he's been defeated by the God damn Midwest.

(Words: 20k)

The Tunnel of Love by xylodemon

"We might," Cas starts slowly, pausing like he's choosing his words. "We might have to kiss."

Dean just stares at him.

(Words: 21k)

How to Take Care of Angels and Little Animals by remivel

Gabriel is tired of having to listen to Castiel's woes about the Winchesters, so he decides to take matters into his own hands... and turns Castiel into a furry pet for the Winchesters to take care of.

(Words: 21k)

Hurry Up And Wait by MittenWraith

Cas has given up his grace to hunt with the Winchesters, but that's not the only thing that's been a long time in the making. A strange potential case perks Dean's interest, if for no other reason than it pushes every geeky button he's got. An impossible murder committed with a sword from a special collection of weapons straight out of the Lord of the Rings leads them to discover another treasure they've waited far too long to find again.

(Words: 22k)

Okay, Let's Go by Nejinee

Sometimes a hunt goes awry and turns into something bordering on the insane. Sometimes, shit just gets weird.

These are the excerpts, the hunts no one ever talks about, because Dean doesn't like to reminisce about the time he was toddler-sized. And Sam's just gonna bury the memory of the time he was female for a hot second. And Cas is such a dork sometimes, maybe Dean just wants to keep that nugget to himself?

Not every hunt is perfect, but who the hell ever expects them to be?

(Words: 24k)

Après by imogenbynight

When the angels stop falling and Castiel makes his way out of the trees, he finds himself alone and oceans away from the Winchesters. For once, Dean flies to him.

(Words: 24k)

How to Date an Angel in 12 Easy Steps byfourthduckling

It's not that hard to date an angel. All Dean has to do is fight off hordes of vampires, research gay porn, get sucked into a crappy Narnia, endure Sam's comments, creep out on Dr. Sexy, get harassed -- oh, and that's right-- figure out he's into Cas. Easy, right?

(Words: 24k)

That Don't Impress Dean Much by ANobleCompanion

Cas has fallen and he's trying to find a way to impress Dean so the hunter will want to keep him around.

(Words: 24k)

The Mirror bycloudyjenn

When Dean touches a strange mirror, he's whisked away to one alternate reality after another and it doesn't take him long to realize the universe is trying to tell him something.

(Words: 24k)

Castiel in the Bunker by Athena_Ergane

After giving up on the trials, Sam and Dean find Castiel lost, empty, and human. They take him back to the bunker to their broken hunter family. Kevin is livid. Sam is sick. Dean is worried. Yet, all three men find time to teach Castiel something new about being human. They bond through their lessons with Cas.

(Words: 25k)

If You Get Lost, You Can Always Be Found by WinJennster

Days after I’m No Angel, Castiel finds himself exiled from the safety of the bunker. The money Dean gives him runs out all too soon. Luck, or perhaps divine providence, lands him on the Amish farm of Jacob and Lydia Bieler. The Bielers take Cas in. Despite the Amish’s general distrust of outsiders - Englischers - the strange man who can understand their language and isn’t afraid of hard work seems a natural fit amongst them. Castiel thinks he might just go ahead and stay - the farm seems like a good place to heal his broken heart, and maybe forget who broke it …

(Words: 25k)

Dream as if You'll Live Forever by MittenWraith

Cas has just sacrificed the last of his reclaimed grace to cure Dean of the Mark of Cain. He held on to the last wisps for as long as he could, but the first time he succumbs to sleep as a human again, he's in the back seat of the Impala while Dean's driving at highway speeds. A strange dream sets off a series of near catastrophic events, from almost-car-crashes to Dean feeling responsible for Cas being human enough to have a nightmare in the first place. What starts off as an apology ends up somewhere neither of them would've hoped for in their wildest dreams.

(Words: 25k)

Framed in a Stranger's Speech by pantheon_of_discord

Dean, Sam, and Cas have finally found some normalcy – and despite all odds, happiness – when an average hunt leaves a powerful witch gunning for revenge. When the dust clears, there’s a crater in the bunker’s walls and Cas’ vessel is lying empty on the floor. But Jimmy isn’t the only Novak out there …

(Words: 27k)

Bittersweet

Dean and Cas unknowingly start a long-distance relationship.

(Words: 28k)

The First and the Last by peridium

The soul bomb doesn't work, and God is going to die, but Amara has a soft spot for Dean. She gives him the gift of time: the end of the world will be slow.

Dean, Cas, and Sam travel the country in the breaking-down Impala to get in one last road trip and help their scattered friends wherever they can. Between looted gas stations and empty motels without wi-fi, monsters even more monstrous than usual, and heat so stifling not even Dean can wear more than one layer, they're fucked.

Unless they're not. Unless Billie the reaper is right and Cas has something amazing up his sleeve. Dean just has to get his head out of his ass and accept that the power of love might not be a total load of crap after all.

(Words: 30k)

Tethered by thestoryinsideme

When Castiel disappears without a trace, along with the Mark of Cain and twenty-four hours of Dean's life, Dean seeks out the help of the only other righteous angel he knows – Hannah.

(Words: 32k)

Everything Comes Back to You by VioletHaze

Dean knew better. Of course he did. But Cas seemed so charmed by the antique-filled bed and breakfast that Dean went along with it when the proprietor mistook them for a couple. Telling himself it gave them a strategic advantage to be so close to the crime scene, he agreed to the weekend special she offered them. When the case ended up being a bust, they stuck around anyhow because hey, the second night was free…

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Zenith by anactoria

Season 9 AU. Still relatively new to humanity, Castiel struggles with both Dean’s confusing behaviour and the loss of his angelic faculties. When a pissed-off witch restores his ability to see the supernatural, the curse seems like a blessing. He can help his friends again – and when Dean’s lies blow up in his face and Sam is once again left hovering between life and death, Cas is happy to be useful. But his abilities keep getting stronger, and they might just be more than a human brain can handle.

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Bucket List by cheeseburgersmakemeveryhappy

It's time Dean remembered who he is now that the Mark is gone. He wants to try new things, do something different, and realizes he doesn’t want to do it alone.

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Our Bodies, Possessed By Light by obstinatrix

Purged of all his souls, Castiel is a changed being, stronger than an angel and too powerful for Jimmy's body to contain. Happily, there's an archangel's vessel on hand, and he could use fixing, too. Dean isn't too happy about the idea of his brother acting as a vessel for Castiel, and Sam can guess why, but it isn't until Castiel gets inside his head and they learn to share the vessel -- and their thoughts -- that Sam realises Cas is as in love with Dean as Dean is with him. It's unfortunate that there's nothing much to be done about it now, but Castiel will get another vessel soon. The Winchesters will make damn sure of that. In the meantime, it's up to the three of them to establish their own strange accord, and Dean realises more fully than ever that it's Castiel, and not his vessel, that he loves.

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It's A Long Life to Always Be Longing by superhoney

Dean’s life has always been dictated by duty rather than by need. So when Amara offers to give him the thing he needs most, he doesn’t know what to expect, but it certainly isn’t this: a chance to rest, some time away from his life and his burdens. Now he’s trapped in an enchanted sleep, unable to bring himself back to the waking world …

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Someone Who's Feeling For Me by ellispark

Dean sees her for the first time in nearly six years in some no-name town in Idaho, and it's panic at first sight.

Lisa Braeden, the one woman Dean ever actually had a shot at a real life with, back from where he buried her in his mind. And her hand is on Cas's arm like it's no big deal, like it belongs there.

Cas, Dean's dorky, sweet, badass, angelic best friend, and he's just standing there next to Lisa and not moving her hand away.

Dean feels the jealousy rising, and it's not directed where he expected it to be.

Because it takes this exact moment for Dean to realize he's in love with his best friend. He's in love with his best friend, and Lisa is looking at Cas like he's the best thing since automatic rifles, and Dean is utterly fucked.

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Though The Course May Change by imogenbynight

After a couple who went missing several years ago from an Oregon couples retreat are mysteriously returned on the same night that another disappears, Dean and Charlie plan to go undercover to find the cause--until Dean's foot meets his mouth, and he finds himself fake-engaged to Castiel instead.

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The Prophet Must Die by imogenbynight

"What about Castiel? He seems helpful... and dreamy."

Something about the comment just isn't sitting right, and Dean's jaw twitches. He stares at the wall in the dark, and at a quarter past four in the morning, it hits him.

"Asshole," Dean hisses under his breath, sitting up straight, "that sonofabitch kept publishing."

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These Violent Delights by Persephoneshadow

A newly mortal Castiel wants to understand humanity, and a little Shakespeare is just the thing to help him. Of course, it takes a little bit of prodding, but soon the Winchesters (along with Kevin and Charlie) are all part of the world's weirdest reading club. Of course, the poetry starts having an effect on everyone...

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To Mend The Cracks With Gold by starsandgutters

After almost losing Charlie to the Stynes, and almost losing Cas in the fight that follows, Dean Winchester is ready to do whatever it takes to rid himself of the Mark of Cain. But when the solution turns out to lie in unfinished Winchester business - shutting the gates of hell - Dean begins to realize this is a quest he might not survive.

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As Thin of Substance as the Air by Speary

Chasing a nephilim and keeping the world from yet another potential apocalypse leaves little time for the apple pie life. That sort of life is the very thing that dreams are made from, and Dean barely has time for even that. So when Sam hands him a case that takes them into a charming, small town in Virginia where winter never comes and everything is pleasant, he rolls with it, mostly. After all, Cas is with them there, and sometimes they get to live like they aren’t about to die and kiss like they’ve got all the time in the world.

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Circadia by imogenbynight

4-01 is a monster undeserving of a name.

In a facility known only as Circadia, he serves a life sentence in punishment for terrible crimes he cannot remember, and is told to be grateful to have forgotten what those he left behind cannot.

Meanwhile, convinced that he is nothing but a poisonous presence in the lives of those he loves, Dean is attempting to track down Gadreel when Sam calls with bad news: Castiel has disappeared without a trace.

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Meet You in Idaho by hunenka

Even if Castiel can’t live in the bunker as long as Ezekiel is healing Sam, it doesn’t mean that Dean can’t stay in touch with the fallen angel. So staying in touch with Cas is exactly what Dean does. In more ways than he originally expected.

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The Most Important Thing by NorthernSparrow

Jimmy Novak remembers nothing of the last six years. Reunited with his troubled daughter Claire, he's struggling to raise her on his own. The most important thing is to make Claire happy. But why does he keep having these dreams of wings, and of two men in a black car?

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CANON DIVERGENCE:

bloody, but unbowed by you_idjits

Sam doesn’t know what to expect when he walks into the courtroom. But of all the possibilities, he would never have imagined this one: his brother, grinning like the devil, in the defendant’s chair.

Or, the one where Sam never goes to Jericho with Dean, but instead pursues law school and a life with Jess. Dean falls in love with a gas station attendant named Castiel.

Six years after they last saw one another, Sam and Dean meet again in a courtroom. A lot can change in six years.

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Dean Winchester's Secret (Angel) Boyfriend by reluctantabandon, Winter_of_our_Discontent

Dean Winchester isn't exactly a team player. So when he starts mentioning a new Hunting partner, Ellen and Jo Harvelle aren't sure whether they should be worried or relieved.

But they're starting to get the feeling there's something important Dean's not telling them about Cas...

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Equinox by luchia

In which Castiel is the weird time-traveling freak who just might be the love of Dean Winchester's life.

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Face to Face with the Skies by quiddative

(Set right after 4.22) Castiel was not killed by Raphael on the night of Lucifer’s release. Instead, he’s sent to the year 1996 and encounters the Winchesters. Unable to return to the present, Castiel resigns himself to traveling with them on their hunts across the states.

Meanwhile in the year 2008, Dean has barely gotten used to being back in the land of the living when he gets the biggest shock of his life; the man he fell in love with when he was eighteen has seemingly come back from the grave as well, claiming to be an angel of the Lord. The thing is, he doesn’t have a clue who Dean is.

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Find the River by LoversAntiquities

Barely a month after recovering from the crash that nearly took his life, Dean’s world is rocked once again, this time the result of an even more devastating injury—the loss of his leg. The accident should have killed him, left Sam alone with a car and without his brother. But in the aftermath, Dean finds unanticipated salvation in a gray-suited man who calls himself an Angel and claims Dean’s life is worth more than he thinks.

After Dean’s miraculous recovery, the Angel leaves him to his own devices with a prosthetic leg and a mission—to find out more about this mysterious ‘Castiel’ and the meaning behind why he pulled Dean from the brink of death, why he thought Dean, out of everyone else that day, was worth saving. And maybe, just maybe, Dean can come to accept it as well.

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Season Ticket On A One Way Ride by Darksilvercat

Before Castiel breaks Dean out of the green room in 4.22, he breaks Anna out of prison. With two angels on Team Free Will, the apocalypse takes a different course. Some things change, some things stay the same, and the world is going to Hell in a handbasket, but in the midst of it all, Dean finds a way to hold his family together.

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The Law of Equivalent Exchange by awed_frog

“And what’s the point of it?”

“Of love? There isn’t one. Loving is its own purpose.”

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A Different Kind of Falling by Lyrial

“I will do it then,” Castiel said with confidence that he did not truly possess. “I will pretend to be a hunter and gain the trust of Dean Winchester so that we may locate Michael’s grace and restore him. I might not be as familiar with humanity as Balthazar is, but I am still a master tactician. I am certain that deceiving a few humans will be well within my capabilities.”

As the humans would say, famous last words.

(Dean is the fallen archangel Michael. Castiel is sent on a mission to restore him to his angelic self. Things get complicated, however, when Castiel finds himself falling for Dean.)

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a turn of the earth by mishcollin

Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run.

Frigging fantastic.

(Or, in which Castiel gets stuck in Dean’s timeline preseries and Dean kind of hates it—until he doesn’t.)

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My Roots Take Flight by KismetJeska

After forty years in Hell, Dean’s more than willing to accept the offer: become a guardian angel and earn his freedom. But his new ward seems destined to hunt alongside Sam, and there are secrets in Heaven that the angels don’t want found out. Dean’s going to have to choose between his duty and the people he loves- and to work out just where Castiel fits in.

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