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The Syntax of Things by Dot (R)
Fandom: SUPERNATURAL
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Length: ~ 23,000
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dotfic
Author Website: Sticky Post of FanFic
Why this must be read: There were some utterly fantastic fics that filled in the hiatus with possibilities of what happened after the season 4 finale. This is one of my favourites. It's long and plotty with great character voices all around, and it's well-informed by the full weight of the fourth season. Chuck, Anna, even Jimmy make appearances as the boys and an injured/exhausted Castiel take refuge in Bobby's house, protected by anti-demon wards and anti-angel sigils. The story builds on a feeling of being trapped, of the inevitable waiting, and the tension of wolves circling outside in the darkness, pawing at the doors and prowling ever closer to their targets. Dreams become avenues for communication, for all the things no one wants to face in the light of day. Beautiful and haunting - it's a real pleasure to sink into this fic and live there for a while.
"The dreams again?"
"Yeah." Sam's hand clenched and unclenched, and then his fingers gripped his knee.
A breeze swept over them and the sweat on the back of Dean's neck chilled him. "Tell me," he said, fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle, feeling his leg and shoulder muscles tense as if he were braced for an attack.
"Like the one I had a few days ago. Like I could hear him whispering. Calling me." Sam's hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "When I wake up all the way, I can't hear him any more." He lowered his hand. "As soon as I'm about to drift off, there he is."
"Shit, that's creepy, Sam. You see him this time?"
"No, not last night. I only heard him."
"Maybe because we added more wards."
Dean looked up at the sky, at that particularly sharp blue that seemed to cut through him, and stifled the thought before he could have it, disregarded the way his stomach clenched. He had enough to worry about with Sam's dreams, and hundreds of demons bold from Lucifer's release, and them not knowing what Lucifer might do next.
They were screwed. They were so screwed.
Freakin' angel could look after himself, and if Dean was wondering about him, it was only because he might be useful providing answers.
"You need wards against angels too," a voice said behind him, familiar but not the one he'd expected (been hoping for).
He hadn't even felt the displacement of air or heard her wings; Dean turned and Anna was there, her head tilted in a way that made him think of Castiel as she studied the sigils painted on the boulder and on the fence posts.
"I hate when you guys do that," Dean said. "Worse than freakin' Batman."
Read the story and feedback the author: The syntax of things
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Length: ~ 23,000
Author on LJ:
dotficAuthor Website: Sticky Post of FanFic
Why this must be read: There were some utterly fantastic fics that filled in the hiatus with possibilities of what happened after the season 4 finale. This is one of my favourites. It's long and plotty with great character voices all around, and it's well-informed by the full weight of the fourth season. Chuck, Anna, even Jimmy make appearances as the boys and an injured/exhausted Castiel take refuge in Bobby's house, protected by anti-demon wards and anti-angel sigils. The story builds on a feeling of being trapped, of the inevitable waiting, and the tension of wolves circling outside in the darkness, pawing at the doors and prowling ever closer to their targets. Dreams become avenues for communication, for all the things no one wants to face in the light of day. Beautiful and haunting - it's a real pleasure to sink into this fic and live there for a while.
"The dreams again?"
"Yeah." Sam's hand clenched and unclenched, and then his fingers gripped his knee.
A breeze swept over them and the sweat on the back of Dean's neck chilled him. "Tell me," he said, fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle, feeling his leg and shoulder muscles tense as if he were braced for an attack.
"Like the one I had a few days ago. Like I could hear him whispering. Calling me." Sam's hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "When I wake up all the way, I can't hear him any more." He lowered his hand. "As soon as I'm about to drift off, there he is."
"Shit, that's creepy, Sam. You see him this time?"
"No, not last night. I only heard him."
"Maybe because we added more wards."
Dean looked up at the sky, at that particularly sharp blue that seemed to cut through him, and stifled the thought before he could have it, disregarded the way his stomach clenched. He had enough to worry about with Sam's dreams, and hundreds of demons bold from Lucifer's release, and them not knowing what Lucifer might do next.
They were screwed. They were so screwed.
Freakin' angel could look after himself, and if Dean was wondering about him, it was only because he might be useful providing answers.
"You need wards against angels too," a voice said behind him, familiar but not the one he'd expected (been hoping for).
He hadn't even felt the displacement of air or heard her wings; Dean turned and Anna was there, her head tilted in a way that made him think of Castiel as she studied the sigils painted on the boulder and on the fence posts.
"I hate when you guys do that," Dean said. "Worse than freakin' Batman."
Read the story and feedback the author: The syntax of things