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Eurus: Did I ever tell you how much I respect you?
Sherlock: What?
Eurus: Don’t get me wrong, I never liked you, you’re sort of prissy, but in this moment, when you stood toe-to-toe with me and won, I gotta say you had balls, kid.
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Nimbus: 4 Oct. Suptober
"Does everyone but me know what you really look like?"
deancas ust, s14-ish au
"What'd I miss?" Dean dropped down onto the log beside Cas and handed him a couple of paper napkins scoured from the car floorboards.
While Cas wiped drips of pumpkin ice cream off of his wrist, Sam said, "I was just saying, Cas was in my dream last night."
Dean half choked on his mouthful of cider donut and his leg kicked out involuntarily, almost landing his boot heel in the bonfire. "What?" he managed to ask.
Cas seemed to be too focused on his fussily melting cone to comment, but Jack piped up, "I think I know what you mean about how tall he was, Sam." He'd inhaled his cone like he had a hollow limb or a calcium deficiency and was talking around bites of a big caramel apple cookie.
Sam nodded. "Like a nimbus cloud. I looked up and up and couldn't see the top of him; I still somehow knew it was him." He looked at Cas. "You."
"Are nimbus clouds the fluffy ones?" Jack asked.
"Sometimes," Sam said. "Cas was more mushroom cloud shaped."
"Like a bomb?" Dean's mouth said before his brain could stop him.
"Like a friendly bomb," Jack clarified.
"What the hell are you talking about," Dean said, feeling so weirdly out of sorts even his donut wasn't helping. "Why were you clowning – clouding? – around in Sam's dreams?" he demanded of Cas.
It took Cas a second to finish chewing and swallow. There was ice cream on both of his hands now, and the napkins were fraying much like Dean's sanity was. "I believe Sam's subconscious may have simply inserted a memory of me into his dream. We weren't communicating in real time last night."
"Right," Sam said, crunching on popcorn like an annoying toy dog. "Like, all I remember is looking up at this enormous cloud shape, saying 'Hey, Cas,' and then a split-second later I was in line at one of the Stanford cafeterias trying to buy a taco even though I was late to an exam."
"Could we have tacos for dinner tomorrow?" Jack asked Dean. "Or nachos?"
"Sure," Dean said, 'cause he could be an agreeable guy. To Sam he said, "How did your subconscious know Cas was – is? – shaped like a big old cloud?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "I assume it's something leftover from Gadreel, who would've been able to perceive Cas's trueform."
Dean chewed past the hiccup of lingering guilt he still harbored about that whole affair and pointed his last bite of donut at Jack. "So, wait. Can you see Cas's trueform right now?"
"Oh, only if I really try." Jack took a drink of water and held his hands out to warm them at the fire. "When it's this dark out, it's easier for me to see the edges of it." He smiled at Cas.
Cas, it seemed to Dean, was sitting up taller as he returned the smile fondly.
"Does everyone but me know what you really look like?" Dean was truly trying to not sound like a jealous hysteric, and didn't enjoy that he was failing.
The smile faded from Cas's expression as he avoided Dean's eyes. "It's possible," he said after a minute, "that you, or a part of you, saw my trueform when you were possessed." His quiet tone, accompanied only by the crackling fire, curled around Dean like smoke.
Dean pressed his palms together and kept the archangel's name out of his mouth. Banked away from what little he remembered of being a demon, those brittle impressions flaking with dried blood like so many other things he could barely stand to think about. Took a few long, shaky breaths. He wondered if some grace-powered process could coax out the image – the truth – of the Cas behind (emanating from, above, all around) the handsome man sitting mere inches away. If that thread was there, somewhere in the scarred mess of Dean's mind, would pulling it unravel him? It'd been years since he'd been so curious of Cas, at least about this aspect of him, and if Sam and Jack hadn't said anything, would he be so interested? Was this like one of those FOMO things kids today were always talking about?
He glanced over at his best friend, longing heavier in his stomach than a whole sack of cider donuts, and decided to let it go. It didn't matter if Cas was, technically, as big as the sky. All Dean wanted right then was Cas's profile in the firelight scorched into his memory.
Cas must've felt his gaze on him. His eyes were black and depthless, otherworldly, when he looked at Dean. For a moment, time seemed to slow, high and wide as a storm stretching its arms across fields of harvest-ready corn. At the very periphery of his vision, and towering far amongst pinprick stars, Dean could sense a shimmer, a glimmer, something translucent, silvered, and rainbowed dissolving towards the earth like rain.
He blinked and the world reoriented itself.
"Where're Jack and Sam?" Dean felt small and tender-skinned, his words clumsy.
"Packing up the car." Cas reached for his hand. "We're going home."
Dean reached back and held on tight.
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Suptober day 4 - nimbus
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Bildad the Shuhite is workin' 9 to 5!
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suptober day 4 - nimbus 💫
#suptober#spn art#castiel#castiel art#this is way too pretty and spooky at the same time#i love this
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And after all the pain I'm left
Alone.
Gasping to breathe,
Dying to live.
I need to find that piece inside of me
That deserves to survive.
That seed inside of me that needs to be watered
That spark inside of me that needs to be nurtured
That fire inside of me that needs to burn
Free
And after all the pain, I am free
Even though I am lost, I am free
To burn, to breathe, to live
I am free
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Unfortunately I was a little too busy for yesterday's prompt, but today's prompt was "pumpkin patch"!
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Suptober 2023 Day 3: Inspired
Becky Rosen’s heart was beating out of her chest seeing the name on the caller ID. How many times had she hoped and dreamed of this moment and yet now it was finally here she could barely believe it was happening.
Straightening her shoulders and attempting at poise she answered the phone as calmly as she could. “Hello Sam.”
“Becky.” Sam Winchester’s voice was not filled with the penitent longing of a man in the third act of a romcom, it was hard and cold, the voice of a man who was not going to spill forth a monologue about how he’d seen the light and come to realise she was the only woman for him.
“Hi Sam,” she tried again, “why are you… I mean, it’s lovely to hear from you after so long.”
“The story, take it down!”
Something twisted guiltily in Becky’s guts. “Sam I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, but she did. The fanfiction story about y/n meeting Sam Winchester in Las Vegas, a 4 day whirlwind romance and a wedding…
”You tagged it as being ‘inspired by true events’ Becky,” Sam said his voice incredulous and angry in her ear. “The chapel … the waffle iron… Dean… No one else knows those details, Becky! And it wasn’t inspired by anything, especially not true events. You drugged me, you tied me to a bed and shoved a sock in my mouth. Take it down … or… I’m telling Dean.”
Becky shuddered at the thought, Dean had put a gun to her head and said there were other ways to annul her marriage to his brother if she didn’t sign the paperwork.
“Okay, Sam. I’ll take the story down,” she said and heard the phone cut off and click dead in her ear.
Becky stared miserably at her computer screen, then sighed and clicked the button to delete her story.
It really wasn’t fair, she’d even tagged her story properly (something so many other authors didn’t do.) Her story had been just as ‘inspired by true events’ as all those stupid movies that claimed the exact same thing… So what if she’d left out the part with the love potion and the demon.
It had been so very painful to delete the one story which had earned more kudos than all her wincest stories…
Then it hit her, if Sam Winchester had read her Las Vegas wedding story… how many of her other stories had he read?
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Doing this thing again
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Dean is in Heaven, but it's still not heaven to him…
Suptober - Day 1: Liminal. No warnings. Just a short vignette of Dean in the after life.
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It's past midnight. I failed at today's suptober prompt because I was in a rush and I didn't check the list, so I trusted my memory (which I shouldn't, really, considering how often it's betrayed me) and I got it wrong. The word was INSPIRED, while I recalled INSPIRATION, so the whole comic revolves around the wrong word.
What can I say? It is what it is.
A little explanation (because it was all very clear in my head, but perhaps it was it ONLY in my head): Cas considers Dean his inspiration. Also, he still takes things a little too literally sometimes (like in this case).
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SUPTOBER 2023 // DAY 2
PUMPKIN PATCH
It took Sam a few days to get used to the idea to go on a run with Eileen.
The first time they met in the middle, Eileen met him on a crossroad with a big smile, her hair wild and her cheeks red from running.
The second time she sprinted next to him, thumbs up before she ran ahead.
And then she just asked him at dinner when in the early morning hours he takes hin run and invited herself.
And so they run together. Over crossroads, into the fields, though the woods. He was glad she wasn't able to hear his huffs, for her short legs, Eileen was FAST.
And then near Halloween, after Jack was gone and the Bunker was now a prison, because demons and gouhls and everything evil crawled up it's walls, they took their final run along a pumpkin patch. The endless orange a nice sight in the gloomy autum morning.
Eileen stopped abruptly, Sam nearly toppled over her and caught her mid fall.
They didn't seperate, he still held her, their chests heaving.
"We have to lock down the Bunker, or else we're gonna die." she said, not looking at him but searched for his hand and as she found it gripped it tight.
He just nodded, made sure she felt it beside her face. Sam had talked about with Rowena the last days, it was just a question of time when the gates were closed that everything would change.
They stayed a bit longer, at the Pumpkin Patch. Until their breath slowed down and the morning sun came up.
They walked back to the Bunker and when Sam closed the door behind them, she took his hand. They would go through this, together.
ENDVERSE AU Masterpost
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Suptober Day 2 - Pumpkin patch
aka Teamwork (Dean and Charlie help a lot)
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I think a lot about how in Ice Age 1 a huge theme is the slow but unstoppable advancement of the human species as they start to threaten previously unchallenged megafauna (hunting the pack of the antagonist sabertooth and killing Manny the mammoth’s family) and then in all the sequels they just fuckin disappear
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Suptober 2023 Day 2: Pumpkin Patch
”What the hell even is that thing?!” Dean almost shrieked as he and Sam sprinted at a dead run towards the impala.
”My guess, that’s what you get when you combine witchcraft and insane competition for the county’s largest pumpkin.” Sam huffed, still managing to sound bitchy despite how fast he was running.
”That’s not a pumpkin! Its a freaking Jack-o-spider! Besides what’s the point? It’s not like anyone’s gonna make a pumpkin pie from that.”
Sam looked over his shoulder to see that the pumpkin thing had stopped and turned back the way it had come. With the imminent danger receding on spidery legs back towards the pumpkin patch Sam couldn’t help himself.“Something that size would make a lot of pies Dean.”
He smirked when Dean’s running steps faltered at the words, obviously reminded of the three slices of pumpkin pie he’d scoffed down with lunch after the waitress had told him it was the special in honour of the Halloween season.
#supernatural#sam winchester#dean winchester#spn fanart#idk why but this makes me laugh so much#just two bros runnin away from a pumpkin spider monster
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suptober day 1 - liminal
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Suptober - Day 2 || Pumpkin Patch [x]
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