#thepixelagora

[shadow0-1]

Heya random question are Jackie and James Ramirez from the OG mw3 related? Or was the last name a coincidence? I was playing recently and was like hold on- 👀

jbkskjsdgbk just a coincidence, there's no relations between them

#/ask #thepixelagora #Jax is strictly for the MW reboot series #you can also blame dep for his last name cause he suggested it

[spncreatorsdaily]

We want to express our appreciation to@thepixelagora for all the amazing art we got to share this week!

Consider giving them a follow and check out their amazing content!

Thank you for keeping up with us and supporting our amazing creators and see you next week. Have an amazing weekend and stay well!

#creator: thepixelagora #creator promo #week 198

[wigglebox]

Anniversary Photoshoot 📸

Drawn for @thepixelagora for @destieldtiyschallenge ! This is the original post 💚💙

#destiel dtiys #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #destiel fanart #spnfanart #spn art #wiggleart #I changed up some of the poses because as I was drawing I’m like aw what if they’re indeed doing this anniversary photoshoot #and just can’t help but 😘😘😘😘 #this was so much fun ! #took me longer than I thought it would but I loooooved it! and I love the original so much!

[destieldtiyschallenge]

Hi hello fellow Destiel Fanartists!

We are happy to announce that Phase Two of our Destiel Draw This In Your Style Challenge starts today!

A little reminder about the rules of this phase:

In this phase of the Destiel DTIYS Challenge, everyone, signed up or not, can parttake. For this, a list of artists who signed up to have their destiel fanart redrawn can be found below. Everyone is then free to redraw their destiel pieces. The newly imagined pieces should then be posted under the tag #destieldtiys2024, with a link to the original artwork and an @ to the original artist. The artwork will then be reblogged to this blog.

This part of our challenge will start today and will go on until April 14th 2024. Feel free to redraw and post as many destiel pieces of our signed-up fanartists as you want during this time!

The General Rules of this event can be found here.

Everybody cheer and clap for the following fanartists, who all have signed up and agreed to having their destiel fanart redrawn in your style:

@ajcrowlor (art tag: #tay art, #tay spn art)

@angelsdean (art tag: #myart)

@archervale (art tag: archie art)

@artymcart

@i-love-you-but-in-spanish)

@beansprean (art tag: #my art or #destiel)

@blue-eyed-cutiepatootie-art (art tag: #blueecp art)

@cockworkangels (art tag: #my art or #destiel fanart)

@crispr-cas

@depairt

@fluffsnake (art tag: #my art)

@golby-moon (art tag: #my art)

@hornystiel (art tag: #slaying absolute pencil)

@impmakesart

@j-k-t-e (art tag: #my art)

@lamiasage (art tag: #my-art)

@lil-fungus

@mischieviem (art tag: #mischieviem)

@pinknatural (art tag: #arttag)

@pizzadragons (art tag: #my art)

@qtepasacalabaza

@riverwithoutbanks-art

@sailorsallyart (art tag: #sally draws)

@scenteddean (art tag: #my art)

@shedarart

@sheepstiel (art tag: #sheep draws)

@solarcas (art tag: #solardraws)

@soloarcana

@stab-of-hunger (art tag: #supernatural fanart)

@szlez

@the-michaelsword (art tag: #my art)

@thepixelagora

@ulfie-by-osmosis (art tag: #ulf scribbles)

@velociraptorbrooke

@werepires (art tag: #my art)

@wigglebox (art tag: #wiggleart)

Happy drawing!!

#destieldtiys2024 #destiel fanart #deancas fanart

[a-cosmic-elf]

I haven’t done a Snippet Sunday for a while, so here goes!

No pressure tags: @kalliesa @tafferling @turbo-toast @esorydoolb @fangbangerghoul @toxiclizardwrites @therealgchu @atonalginger @silurisanguine @staticpallour @bearlytolerant @eridanidreams @aro-pancake @thepixelagora @order-of-the-eye

A very rough, un-beta-read snippet from chapter 17 under the cut:

Faith’s job on the Citadel was perfect. The hours may have been unpredictable, and she was only paid by the shift when the regular pianist was on leave. Still, it was more than she could have hoped for.

At the restaurant, she melted into the background despite her unusual and striking appearance. Her dark gold skin, large almond-shaped eyes, and a delicate bone-white crest rose from the ridge of her brow over her forehead and blended into her astonishing silver mane, perfectly groomed and braided down the backless dress. Her ten glittering silver nails danced across the keys.

She enchanted them all each night. Lost in her music, her powers of projection had grown with the trauma she had suffered. By all rights, she should have been a star. Instead, an entire restaurant of people would dine all evening, having never once looked in her direction or could even describe who had been playing that night, only that it was a delightful atmosphere for their expensive and exclusive revelry.

Faith’s boss didn’t care; she was doing her job exactly how he wanted her to, accompanying their guest’s classy evenings without distracting from the conversation. If he started questioning her ability to be completely forgettable, she’d just touch the back of his hand; he’d forget what he was saying and allow her to collect her credits and leave.

The days started to turn into weeks. Faith wasn’t sure how long she’d been living like this. It felt like a month. She was now part of a new family, she had a life among the former duct rats of the Citadel. They intrigued her.

Hella would come and go at the whim of her sugar daddy, the son of a wealthy casino owner. Upon her return, she would regale them with tales of expensive cocktail parties and galas, where she’d been paid just to look pretty. Her arms were laden with expensive gifts he had bestowed upon her. Thanks to Hella, the small group never starved.

Mouse, with his carefree disposition, delivered orders all over the ward for the Cafe during the day. As well as taking shifts down at the refugee docks, unpaid, of course.

Faith was too afraid to go with him. The pain and misery all around her at the docks had threatened to overwhelm her. Mouse had plucked her out of that hellhole, and she didn’t want to go back.

Often in the evenings, Mouse would disappear with Cam so it felt like she barely saw him. She missed him.

Cam was the group’s tech expert. He was the one who had hacked their way into the apartment. He was only there half the time and kept himself to himself.

Like all Salarians, he seemed to live life at a breakneck speed, needing very little sleep. He’d come and go at all hours. Faith was disappointed in the suspicious way he would side-eye her. He’d always ensure she was on the opposite side of the table to him during meal times, and at night, if he was home, he secured himself away from the rest in the downstairs guest room. It made Faith feel sad. She had always wondered what a salarian’s mind would feel like. It was a shame that Cam was so aloof.

Hella assured her that this was normal. She said that Cam wasn’t big on physical contact; which is not true of all Salsrians, that was just how Cam was. She assured Faith that Cam and Mouse always had their secrets and to pay them no attention.

Meanwhile, she lavished care on Faith, treating her like her little sister, altering her hand-me-down gowns for Faith to wear, grooming and braiding her hair, painting talons and nails, and sharing in each other’s childhood memories every night they were alone. Faith had never had a sister before, it was everything she dreamed it would be, except, she would have never had guessed that her first sister would be turian.

Faith had grown quite attached to them all but strongly suspected that the unspoken thing that kept Mouse and Cam so occupied wasn’t legal and that by not telling her what it was, Mouse was protecting her from it. The temptation to peek into his mind and find out for herself was almost too great. But she could also feel his shame about it, so she heeded Hella’s advice and let it be.

She didn’t understand what Mouse should be feeling ashamed of. They were already doing heaps of stuff that was against the law just being here in the first place, squatting in an expensive apartment where they don’t belong and working without a permit.

Not to mention that Faith was unregistered and shouldn’t be on the Citadel at all. She feared whatever Mouse and Cam were up to; it must be bad if he didn’t want to talk to her about it.

But perhaps not as bad as Faith’s real-life situation. She had neglected to tell them how much trouble she was in. Or what might happen if the authorities caught her, let alone someone shady like Cerberus. She’d be lucky not to end up in a lab or worse. Perhaps she was endangering all their lives just by being here?

Often, she would lie awake at night, and her mind would drift outside, through the hull of the station, far past the nebular and into the dark of space, where, somewhere, monitoring the relay network, existed a rogue AI who would typically stop at nothing to find her.

#mass effect fanfiction #snippet sunday #mass effect absolution #chapter 17: their law #cosmic writes #current wip #mass effect fanart #my art #space art #clip studio paint

[swaps55]

Fugue Master Post

I'm very proud of this story, and it was very hard, so now that it is complete I wanted to do a master post.

Rating: M | Pairing: mshenko | Complete, 149k words

Key tags: Major (canonical) Character Death, Grief (see fic links for additional tags)

A few minutes more and they wouldn’t have even been on the ship. The Mako was scheduled and ready for drop, both of them suited up and ready with the final checklist completed. A few minutes more, and they would have watched the Normandy burn from the surface of Alchera. But they didn’t get those minutes.

Fugue covers Alchera and the two-year gap before Lazarus. It is a story about grief, survival, healing, and hope. It is about dragging yourself out the pit with your bare hands and rebuilding yourself into something new, not because you want to, but because you have to. It's about leaning on the people you love, and finding strength in your weaknesses.

There is also a cadre of queer grandparents, badassery, Cool Science, guest stars you will recognize, some familiar missions bent into new shapes, and a lot of hating on the Hammerhead. Oh, and the Can.

Featuring stunningly gorgeous art by @thepixelagora, @katskip and @eluvisen. (Art below by thepixelagora)

Chapter 1 - Across the Stars

Chapter 2 - Waking Up Slow

Chapter 3 - Burn

Chapter 4 - This Hole You Left

Chapter 5 - Things You Can't Speak About

Chapter 6 - Someone You Loved

Chapter 7 - The Courage of Stars

Chapter 8 - Half of Me

Chapter 9 - The Next Step

Chapter 10 - Another Way Around

Chapter 11 - Hope In These Wires

Chapter 12 - Echoes

Chapter 13 - The Weight of Everything

Chapter 14 - Remember We Flew

Chapter 15 - A Million Stars

Chapter 16 - Play the Cards

Chapter 17 - All the Time

It was a difficult story to write, and is a difficult story to read, but I think it is rewarding. Because in the end, it is truly a story about hope. Thank you to everyone who supported me through it, and if you don't know this story, I hope you'll give it a try if it strikes your interest.

#mass effect #mshenko #kaidan alenko #otp: after all this time #opus!verse #fugue master post

[theoriginalladya]

Happy N7 Day!

Well, I was going to share the next Rhys and Kaidan chapter with you all today, seeing as it's N7 Day (and ironically, Rhys never goes to ICT! lol).

HOWEVER, technology gremlins had a different plan. The entirety of Chapter 4 - all 5K plus of it - is corrupted and irretrievable. For the SECOND time this year.

Thankfully, I'd printed a copy out at the end of last week, before I made some big edits. So, I have a copy that's mostly good to go. I'll never be able to remember all the edits I'd made (and damn, some were good and there was a big addition in there, too, I think?), but at least I have a working copy I can try to reconstruct it from.

So, maybe by next week? We'll see how it goes.

In the meantime, hope you all enjoyed N7 day, and have a few pictures of Rhys and Kaidan from the series People Like Us!

Commissioned art by @xla-hainex of Kaidan Alenko and Dr. Rhys Shepard.

Kaidan Alenko, Dr. Rhys Shepard and Urdnot Grunt commissioned art by @thepixelagora set during Mass Effect 2.

#N7 Day #Dr. Rhys Shepard #Kaidan Alenko #mshenko #Urdnot Grunt #fanart #OTP: People Like Us #ladya's OCs

[lengthofropes]

Hey, darlings! it’s me again, Anz.

I'm starting another round of gifsets commissions (you remember I make cool gifs, right? ) to try to raise some money for my mom’s 💗 health. It’s nothing too serious yet, more like a preventive measures, but it’s very important. And since it’s kinda hard now to find a spare money (yeah, the war is still here... 🇺🇦) I'm kindly asking for your support!

All is the same - you make a request into my askbox and donate any amount of money (literally ANY, every cent counts ✊!) to my PayPal account [email protected]. I'm making everything SPN (except for the 15.20, sorry!) and... you know... any other shows or movie as well, I guess? 😉

once again thank you so much for everything!

❤️❤️❤️

tagging my lovely mutuals under the cut for sb!

@ne8ula  @immortalcassia  @seraphcastiel  @mishha  @fromperdition @subbydean  @bluefirecas@castiel  @deanskitchen @alivedean  @novemberthee5th  @becauseofthebowties  @theedorksinlove @chrrispine  @you-cant-spell-subtext-without  @sarahblakes  @jacobglaser  @chaoticdean  @archivistsammy @bebecas  @sourpatchdean  @hellfirecas  @xofemeraldstars  @finalgirlstiel @buckhelped-archive  @burnhamandtilly @achillestiel  @acklesology  @postpunkdean   @dadstiel  @emeraldcas @saileen-away @greatcometcas@deanncastiel  @valleydean  @chapeldean  @sobernatural  @mjulmjul  @altarofrowena@presentlydean  @carveredlund  @thepixelagora    @demonlandline @inacatastrophicmind @nicostiel  @one-more-offbeat-anthem @youre-only-gay-once  @sailorsally 

#sb #anz speaks #commissions #fieryfrankie #seraphcastiel #becauseofthebowties #scottstiles #useralison #userdorksinlove #userkels #chapeldean #userjactingjoices #bluefirecas

[escapingpurgatorypodcast]

WE ARE BACK!!

We have missed you all. An we’re excited to get back into season 6.

Amy and Annabelle talk about the hundred and fifth episode of Supernatural “Exile on Main St.”

This week we discuss; the character of Dean, soulless Sam, and Lisa.

WARNING: Spoilers ahead and Content Warnings within the context of the episode.

Art by @thepixelagora

Listen Here!

#spn #supernatural rewatch #exile on main street #6x01 #06x01 #podcast #escaping purgatory #we're back #please share #we don't usually ask but we'd like people to know we are over our hiatus #appreciate you all who have stuck with us #it really means a lot

[iberiandoctor]

(Art by the amazing @thepixelagora!)

After 30+ chapters of reincarnation and historical battles, we’re finally at the Mass Effect 3 endgame! So many thanks to @theoriginalladya, @mallaidhsomo and CrimsonShield75 for all their cheerleading and beta help — and to all of you for coming on this journey with me ♥ ♥

Priority: Endgame, mShenko, [M], 17,000 words

Part 1: Citadel to Despoina | Part 2: Thessia to Horizon | Part 3: Cronos to London

#mass effect #mshenko #reincarnated soulmates #the doctor writes #100 battlefields

[spnbangbang]

On behalf of the mods, thank you to all the writers, artists and betas who helped make this bang possible. Twenty new fics ranging from fluff to filth and everything in between.

Thank you as well to everyone who boosted, read, kudos'ed and commented.

Stay tuned. We may be doing some fun bingos and prompts over the next few months. In the meantime, here's the masterlist of all of the fics. You can also click here for the 2022 SPN Bang Bang collection on A03.

this ain't for the best (but i want you) Author: jewishdeanwinchester Artist: sailorsally Masterpost | Fic | Art

This Heart and Flesh Shall Fail Author: ValandraWrites Artist: ThePixelAgora Masterpost | Fic | Art

Unadventurous Author: Tossukka Artist: Klayr Masterpost | Fic | Art

Under Heat Author: seasidemeow Artist: wigglebox Masterpost | Fic | Art

In Thrall Author: SomethingBlue42 Artist: strwbryshortie Masterpost | Fic | Art

Red Carnation Author: angelshotgun (TatteredBurningWings) Artist: wigglebox Masterpost | Fic | Art

Color Me Mated Author: PetraAmia Artist: nickelkeep Masterpost | Fic | Art

All I Want of the World Author: ersatzangel Artist: Kireadraws Masterpost | Fic | Art

Crooked Halo Author: AmberXBoone Artist: Sheepstiel Masterpost | Fic | Art

The Perfect Lemon Pie Author: magicaldinosaur Artist: KineticPassion Masterpost | Fic | Art

Right In Front of His Salad Author: redamber79  Artist: casarts Masterpost | Fic | Art

The Omega Challenge Author: ElsaSigyn Artist: PetraAmia Masterpost | Fic | Art

Seven Year Itch Author: tiamatv Artist: Hexentaenzerin Masterpost | Fic | Art

Solo, Duo, Trio Author: nickelkeep Artist: PetraAmia Masterpost | Fic | Art

Growing a new half soul Author: hedderstheowl Artist: Solstheim Masterpost | Fic | Art

Dream A Little Dream of Me Author: Autrice Artist: sins_of_vale Masterpost | Fic | Art

In Place Author: freezefawn Artist: Sidewinder Masterpost | Fic | Art

Baby Girl Author: butterflyslinky Artist: staneatscrayons Masterpost | Fic | Art

Constructive Criticism Author: tea_or_die Artist: Wigglebox Masterpost | Fic | Art

Cuffin' Season Author: fullvoid Artist: Solstheim Masterpost | Fic | Art

#spn bang bang 2022 #spn fic recs #spn fic #supernatural fanfic #supernatural #spn #spn bang #spn fanfic #spn bang bang #spn fanworks #spn art #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #supernatural fic #destiel fic recs #deancas fic recs #jodydonna fic recs #deancasbenny fic recs #destiny fic recs

[spncreatorsdaily]

This week we are excited to feature all the amazing art from @thepixelagora and I hope you enjoy all the amazing content we have for you this week!

So join us in this weekly celebration and remember if you see something you enjoy click on that reblog button and give a follow!

If you’d like your own creations to be featured on Saturdays, just tag us at #spncreatorsdaily! Have an amazing week!

#creator: thepixelagora #week 198 #creator announcement

[commander-krios]

Dust in the Wind - 12 - The Blitz

art by   thepixelagora

Summary: Jeff Moreau has always fought twice as hard to gain the same amount of respect as his fellow officers. He didn’t expect to have that in common with a biotic with a famous last name. -or- The time that Joker befriended the future first Human Spectre.

Rating: Mature

Characters: Jeff “Joker” Moreau, Aurora Shepard, David Anderson, Hannah Shepard, Kaidan Alenko, Daniel Shepard, Charles Pressly, Major Kyle

Notes: Pre-Canon, Friendship, Future Shoker, Canon Typical Violence, Explicit Language

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Chapter 12: "The Blitz"

Jeff glanced up as the shuttle ascended, leaving him standing in one of the most brightly lit parts of Illyria’s downtown district. An automated trolley carried his shore leave bags from the landing pad to where he was now waiting for his ride further into the city. He watched the crowds without seeing a single person, mind wandering. He’d never been to Elysium before this. Never wanted to, if he was honest with himself. But weird things happened when you had friends. You actually do things.

With a sigh, he opened his omnitool and typed a quick message to his dad ( Flight was shit but we didn’t crash so I’ll call it a win. Heh. I’ll let you know when I’m back on Arcturus, Dad. ), before scrolling the extranet for something to distract him.

He was fifteen minutes into some weird elcor reading of Romeo and Juliet when she finally appeared.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Judy “Vic” Sabovic gave him a feral grin. “What? You’re not happy to see me?”

He searched for the burns that’d covered her face after what they’d labeled ‘the incident’ during their stay in the hospital. The marks were nearly healed, white puckered skin the only evidence they’d been there at all. “This night isn’t going to end with me back in the hospital, is it?”

Vic’s grin widened. “You’ll have all your limbs attached. Promise.”

“That’s not filling me with hope.”

Read on AO3 | The Beginning | The Playlist

#dust in the wind #my writing #mass effect #mass effect fanfic #aurora shepard #jeff joker moreau #femshep #original characters #judy ‘vic’ sabovic #blood #gore #biotics #elysium #the skyllian blitz

[queercraftingchonk]

CELEBRATING BOTH N7 DAY 2022 + HOW TO LOVE A BIOTIC GOD(DESS) TURNING 1(.4) YEARS OLD!! This has been one of the most ambitious writing projects I’ve done with an audience, and it has been extremely rewarding. Thank you to all lurkers, readers, commenters, artists, supporters, and fans~ I adore all the art that I commissioned over the year and wanted to showcase that as I celebrate. Pictured above includes the talents of: @seealandraw​ [Panels 1, 5, 6] @thepixelagora​ [Panel 2] @chaaistheanswer​ [Panel 3] @angstyastro​ [Panel 4] It was a treat to work with so many fantastic artists. <3 Here’s to more of the story unfolding in the next year~

#mass effect #n7 day #n7 day 2022 #how to love a biotic goddess #mass effect fanfiction #commander shepard #garrus vakarian #tali'zorah vas normandy #shalibrations #shakarian #shali #talibrations #dextro shepping #polyamory #commissioned art

[swaps55]

Cantata - Master Post

Art by @thepixelagora​

Pairing: mShenko (pre-ME1). Rating: M.  Words: 185,722. Chapters: 18/18 - Complete

Read on Ao3.

Sam Shepard and Kaidan Alenko, in the years before the Normandy. AKA, the slowest of slow burns.

Whatever Kaidan had been expecting from the Butcher of Torfan, this isn’t it.

There’s nothing krogan-like about the soldier sitting at the table. The lethal gaze from the vids is watery and unfocused. The empty bottle in his hand isn’t a gun, but he clutches it like one. When the bartender delivers a fresh one Shepard doesn’t look up, merely pops the top off and takes another quick pull.

This isn’t good.

What happens when a mad scientist, a marksman with the galaxy’s shortest fuse, an overeager frat boy, the Butcher of Torfan, a space wizard, and a goat all board a ship called the Myeongnyang?  

Cantata is what happens. 

Cantata is the first full-length story in Opus, a series following the relationship between Sam Shepard and Kaidan Alenko, which begins in a bar on Arcturus in 2178, six months after the raid on Torfan. 

This story is the making of Commander Shepard - how the brilliant but troubled soldier with a stick up his ass, who shuns attachments and doesn’t know how to rely on anyone but himself, grows into the kind of person who will one day save the galaxy. 

It delves into the power of found family, of building a soulmate instead of finding one, and learning to accept that who you are is enough. Along the way, there are poker nights, stabby robot vacuums, zero-G hull infiltrations, stargazing, thresher maws, fuck Benning, emergency rescues from arachnids, sunrises on porch swings, N7 tests, and then they were quarantined! and The Laxative Incident.

Each chapter is its own one-shot, self-contained but interconnected, with the occasional 2 and 3-parter. 

Chapter 1: What It Is 

Chapter 2: A Million Little Pieces

Chapter 3: Welcome to the Fire

Chapter 4: Dance With Darkness

Chapter 5: Fall From Your Ladder, Part 1

Chapter 6: Fall From Your Ladder, Part 2

Chapter 7: Carry On

Chapter 8: Infinity 

Chapter 9: Head Full of Angels

Chapter 10: What We’ve Been Given

Chapter 11: The Things We’ve Done

Chapter 12: How You Know

Chapter 13: Your Mess Is Mine, Part 1

Chapter 14: Your Mess Is Mine, Part 2

Chapter 15: Your Mess Is Mine, Part 3

Chapter 16: Facing Giants

Chapter 17: Safe

Chapter 18: Belong

This story is my pride and joy, and it means everything to me. Thank you to everyone who listened to me yell about it all along the way, and came along for the ride. <3 

#cantata master post #mass effect #mshenko #kaidan alenko #my fic #i was missing this story today #and realized i had never done a master post for it #so here is a master post

[trenchcoatimpala]

Shatter Pattern

Wrote a thing because things rattle around in my brain and I have to get them out. Read below or on Archive

Dean tried to let himself relax into Cas’ arms. He wanted to relax. But it felt impossible. He was stiff; tense. His body rejected the feeling of security Cas’ arms radiated. And he had to sit up, out of Cas’ orbit, his heart thudding in his chest. He wanted to tell Cas: yes, please hold me, keep me safe, kiss parts of me when I won’t notice. I want to fall into you, become part of you, drown in your presence and suck air from your skin. But his body coursed with nothing but its own betrayal because he could never let himself fall like that. How do you go from being the one who does the holding to being the one who’s held. Dean wasn’t used to being held. 

Dean hadn’t been held since he was four. The comfort and safety of his mother’s arms felt more like a dream, made up to help him cope with harsh realities, than an actual memory. He didn’t know why he was broken into pieces that didn’t match in their shatter pattern. There was no gluing back together parts of himself that didn’t fit or that he didn’t have because they were scattered under porcelain bowls in nameless bars, and wedged into stained motel beds; eaten by miles of black roadtops, and left behind in the dumpsters of small diners. Somewhere along the cross-country roadtrip of his life, he lost the part of himself that could sink into the safety of another person's arms.

It didn’t matter that he wanted it back, that he craved it so desperately he ached for it. That he cried out in the night begging to allow himself to agree to be loved. He could see the boy who’d gotten to grow up with that missing piece. He could see him standing on the other side of a chasm, laughing as he ran into his mother’s arms, growing up to marry someone he could let crowd into his space, wrap him in something that didn’t remind him of torment; that didn’t make him feel like he was suffocating. 

“Dean?” Cas asked softly, and his concern punctured a hole in his chest, letting the floodgates loose. 

“I’m sorry,” he cried. 

Cas’ hand was large and warm on his back and Dean wished he could sink into it. “For what?”

“I don’t know how to do this,” he sniffed. “How to let you in. I’m not- I’m not good at it. I’ve never been good at it.” 

“I know,” Cas said, and he kissed the top of Dean’s head, which only made him cry harder. “Shh, I know. It’s okay.” 

Cas rocked him so gently, pressed his lips to his hair, hummed something in Enochian that vibrated through Cas’ chest and into Dean’s back, pushing through him like a shockwave. His chest stopped constricting and his eyes fluttered shut on the last of his tears as Cas enveloped him in his grace. It was overwhelming, striking like a bolt of lightning through a cloudless sky, but suddenly he could breathe. 

“I’ve got you,” Cas soothed. “I’m here. I love you.” 

Dean let Cas’ words carry him forward. He stepped onto glass, blood blooming across the soles of his feet; walked down muddy roads where he had to pull himself free with each step, the squelch of wet matter trying to suck him back down; scratched himself on thorns that tried their damndest to embed themselves into the furthest reaches of his skin; and finally, he stepped over the edge of that chasm and heaved himself up the other side, panting and shaking beside that little boy he could of been. 

The boy smiled at him, freckles so prominent in the sunlight, and he took Dean’s hand and guided him to the last part of his journey, where he could let himself sink into Cas’ arms, fall under the calming waves, and breathe in the oxygen his lungs had been missing. 

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