sakura_no_miko

Title: Hands, From Which All Things Are Built

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Dean/Castiel

Warnings: spoilers up to episode 8.17 (Goodbye Stranger), angst

Other notes: episode-based/episode-postscript, travel, texting

Length: 14k

Summary: Castiel travels with the angel tablet and without the Winchesters.
One day, Dean gets a text from some anonymous number.
(They speak in the language of need.)

I will never ceased to be amazed at people who can watch an episode and produce amazing fic, like, a few days later. I’ve never been able to do that–I’m much too plodding and over-thinking and whatnot.

I’m in an odd space with Supernatural. I read fic. I see all the spoilers and episode summaries on my dash. I just–I have not been able to marathon tv shows (or novels, or comics) for a while. I read Wiki entries, poke TvTropes, that sort of thing. I just can’t concentrate on watching 5+ seasons of anything right now. So I know what’s going on in the show–I could quote you lines of dialogue and obscure plot points–but I don’t sit down and actually watch episodes. Weird, I know.

Anyway. What I mean to say is, I know what events this fic is talking about, and, man, I would have loved to have seen something like this play out. Fanfiction has always been wonderful about giving the readers what they want–no strings attached, no need to keep the drama for next week or please the network executives. It’s wish-fulfillment on a level that can’t really exist on the actual show.

This here, this is the best blend of angst, self-imposed exile and emotional constipation and that bright, flaming light of “come home, you have a home, you have love, you have it, you deserve it.”

I love how long it takes for the word ‘love’ to even appear in this fic–that it doesn’t need to, because, like in the show itself, actions and insinuations give you a better picture of Dean and Castiel’s relationship that words do.

There are some gorgeous lines in here:

Texting with Dean teaches Castiel a very basic, human lesson: When you are lonely, you want to speak to someone, and then when you speak to someone, you are ready to be alone again.

Ah, here I was thinking I wouldn’t be able to even write anything. I had a whole slew of thoughts of episode-based fic to type out, but this is a bit long already. Another time, then.

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Originally posted on tumblr on 04/08/13