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.art/fic: Peace beneath the city (Dean/Cas) PG
Peace beneath the city (Dean/Castiel) PG | artish
Okay, so wow, the noir thing grew a few more pictures and a title! "Peace Beneath The City" is (as you may guess) an Iron and Wine song I like a lot.
Previous installments are the character list/plot synopsis/teaser and Two Men Sit In A Bar. For the newcomers, I am not really putting this together in order... and there is only the vaguest idea of a story.
He doesn't know what possessed him to knock on Castiel's door at goddamn one in the morning, but Castiel had said any hour of day or night, and Dean thinks Castiel's not a man given to exaggeration, or speaking figuratively. It's one of the things he's decided, tentatively, to like about the guy.
Like or not, though, he needs a breath to steady himself when Cas opens the door and lets him in, and asks him, what can I do? And he needs everything in him to ask for help.
He starts with the car.
Sammy would bug the hell out of him, wanting to help.
Even though he hates cars. Bitch.
The words spill out of him, how Sam is smart, first Winchester to get an actual degree and doesn't have to beat the hell out of people to earn his living. Sam's all he has left, with Mom and Dad both gone.
(I don't have much money, Cas. But whatever you want, I'll get it.)
He tells himself Cas is only the next person to hold the lien on his soul.
"I can find your brother," Castiel says.
And it's the only debt Dean doesn't mind paying.
In other news: AUGH the craziness continues. I've forgotten what it's like to be so insane with busy work, and having to be on other people's deadlines.
Okay, so wow, the noir thing grew a few more pictures and a title! "Peace Beneath The City" is (as you may guess) an Iron and Wine song I like a lot.
Previous installments are the character list/plot synopsis/teaser and Two Men Sit In A Bar. For the newcomers, I am not really putting this together in order... and there is only the vaguest idea of a story.
He doesn't know what possessed him to knock on Castiel's door at goddamn one in the morning, but Castiel had said any hour of day or night, and Dean thinks Castiel's not a man given to exaggeration, or speaking figuratively. It's one of the things he's decided, tentatively, to like about the guy.
Like or not, though, he needs a breath to steady himself when Cas opens the door and lets him in, and asks him, what can I do? And he needs everything in him to ask for help.
He starts with the car.
Sammy would bug the hell out of him, wanting to help.
Even though he hates cars. Bitch.
The words spill out of him, how Sam is smart, first Winchester to get an actual degree and doesn't have to beat the hell out of people to earn his living. Sam's all he has left, with Mom and Dad both gone.
(I don't have much money, Cas. But whatever you want, I'll get it.)
He tells himself Cas is only the next person to hold the lien on his soul.
"I can find your brother," Castiel says.
And it's the only debt Dean doesn't mind paying.
In other news: AUGH the craziness continues. I've forgotten what it's like to be so insane with busy work, and having to be on other people's deadlines.
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