sakura_no_miko

Title: Conversations

Author: morganoconner

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: PG

Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel

Warnings: references to canon violence, possible blasphemy

Other notes: crack, meet the family, religion, fluff

Length: 4k

Summary: In which the boys and their angels suffer through meeting the parents.

My thoughts:

A little more crack. Sometimes you get those fics where you like the idea, you like certain scenes or sentences, and, even if it’s not the most amazing thing you’ve ever read, it’s fun. Worth the time to read it.

Anyway, I was looking for a specific branch of fic–something with John Winchester meeting Castiel. I remember looking for those fics before, but I guess I ended up forgetting or something. Lot of AUs, given that John dies before Castiel shows up…I think. I never actually watched Supernatural. I know the Cliff Notes, but I can’t find the time to get through eight seasons nowadays. I’m not even sure why I was looking for the fics. John tends to be a bit of a dick. I guess I was hoping for something interesting and nuanced like Old Wounds.

This one caught my eye, not because of John, but because of the other possibility of “meeting the parents”– technically Castiel’s “parent” would be God. And that’s a heck of a set-up. Seems like something that would happen in Greco-Roman myths, come to think of it, but I’m blanking out.

And it’s–funny. It’s just really funny, and a bit poignant. I did some religion recs way back when I started writing recs, and one of the ones I threw int here was a crack fic called Duck, wherein God is a duck. I like fics where there’s an element of surprise, where the big, venerable God is–well, something more unique or interesting than the standard all-powerful man-with beard.

I grew up in a fairly conservative religious household and grew right out of it as soon as I could, so I’m the traditional complicated-relationship-with-religion type. I still know all the old bible stories. I remember my grandmother’s lectures at the oddest times, and I get little bursts of guilt when I do something I was once taught was sinful. Even though I disagree with a lot of what I was taught, the impression is still there.

I just don’t get offended. I embrace a wider range of apocrypha and alternate interpretations and religious cults and whatnot, because they all fascinate me. I look at something like Like a Prayer–or even One of Us–and think, that’s fascinating, not this is something I am deeply offended over.

So if God in this fic ends up taking on the form of a child–perhaps a younger Alanis Morissette?–and giving her boys’ new paramours a hard time, I think it’s kind of cute.

This fic isn’t a heavy read, or even a particularly revelation one. It’s cute, and fun, and gives you forgiveness and a happy ending. I like my fluff sometimes.

Looking for more fic recs?
Originally posted on tumblr on 08/19/13