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My Eyes Are an Ocean by Corona (NC-17)
Fandom: SUPERNATURAL
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Length: ~ 5000+
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
libraryofsol / ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
entangled_now
Author Website: Master Fic List
Why this must be read: Corona's written so many really, really good fics that it was hard to choose just one. I like this one (just written!) particularly because it turns on a premise we don't find very often in fanfic. Sure, we get lots of hurt/comfort fics, but this is more than that. In helping unleash the army of angels on the demons during the apocalypse, Dean pays a price. His eyes.
In the aftermath, the rest of the world is having a hard time adjusting to a Dean Winchester who can't see. Sam's sad and guilty. Castiel is silent and guilty. Dean's contemplating a world where he might never look at the angel again, and that's something he regrets because he's come to realize how important that particular angel is.
It's told from Dean's perspective, and the ending will reach inside you and grab hold. There are not a lot of things that make me turn on the waterworks, but this story had me sniffling silently by the end, and not necessarily in an "oh, that's sweet" way, more of an "OMFG!" way. It's both beautiful and horrible, and that's a hell of a thing to pull off.
Dean hasn't seen anything for three weeks and quite frankly he's still more relieved about the world not sliding into hell and no one dying than he is upset about the whole eyeball thing.
Besides, the whole blindness thing gets him extra bacon.
So it has its upsides.
"Arms," Bobby says somewhere in front of Dean and he obediently lifts them out of the way until the 'clank' of plate on table tells him he now has breakfast.
There's no talking for a while after that. Because breakfast deserves a little respect.
"I'm going out again today," Dean tells the world at large, because looking at people when you can't tell if you're looking them in the eye is just plain weird.
He can tell Sam isn't happy about it, he's probably wearing that horribly pinched face that's really, really unattractive.
"Is Sam wearing that really unattractive disapproving face?" Dean asks the air to his left.
"I believe so yes," Castiel tells him.
He suspects his brother is now glaring at Castiel.
Cas could so take him.
"Dean you got lost outside yesterday," Sam says carefully. It's a wonder he hasn't worn out his worried voice yet. Dean would have, Dean would have been exhausted if he had to worry as hard as Sam seems to.
"I found my way back eventually." He goes for breezy and carefree, because he knows it annoys him.
"Cas brought you back," Sam points out.
Which isn't true, Cas had just walked with him, he'd found his own way back. He'd followed the sound of Sam fretting and fetched up right outside the door.
He's half tempted to tell him as much but he's distracted by the more important hunt for bacon, which he knows damn well is still on his plate.
"Don't you think that should tell you something?" Sam says quietly, voice soft like he doesn't want to say it at all.
Dean stops trying to find his bacon and glares across the table.
"Like what?"
"That you shouldn't be doing it."
Dean can feel Sam's frown all the way across the table. Like he knows exactly what his reaction will be, but he just can't stop his mouth from talking.
"I shouldn’t be doing it?" Dean says slowly, more than an edge of irritation under the words. "Sam I'm perfectly aware that there are things I can't do now. Driving, kayaking, bowling, running into traffic. Walking around outside and telling people how to kill things, that I can still do."
He's been stabbing his fork towards Sam while he's speaking, and he realises that's probably not a good idea.
Read the story and feedback the author: My Eyes Are an Ocean
ETA: Now with awesome sequel! An Eye for an Eye
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Length: ~ 5000+
Author on LJ:
libraryofsol / entangled_nowAuthor Website: Master Fic List
Why this must be read: Corona's written so many really, really good fics that it was hard to choose just one. I like this one (just written!) particularly because it turns on a premise we don't find very often in fanfic. Sure, we get lots of hurt/comfort fics, but this is more than that. In helping unleash the army of angels on the demons during the apocalypse, Dean pays a price. His eyes.
In the aftermath, the rest of the world is having a hard time adjusting to a Dean Winchester who can't see. Sam's sad and guilty. Castiel is silent and guilty. Dean's contemplating a world where he might never look at the angel again, and that's something he regrets because he's come to realize how important that particular angel is.
It's told from Dean's perspective, and the ending will reach inside you and grab hold. There are not a lot of things that make me turn on the waterworks, but this story had me sniffling silently by the end, and not necessarily in an "oh, that's sweet" way, more of an "OMFG!" way. It's both beautiful and horrible, and that's a hell of a thing to pull off.
Dean hasn't seen anything for three weeks and quite frankly he's still more relieved about the world not sliding into hell and no one dying than he is upset about the whole eyeball thing.
Besides, the whole blindness thing gets him extra bacon.
So it has its upsides.
"Arms," Bobby says somewhere in front of Dean and he obediently lifts them out of the way until the 'clank' of plate on table tells him he now has breakfast.
There's no talking for a while after that. Because breakfast deserves a little respect.
"I'm going out again today," Dean tells the world at large, because looking at people when you can't tell if you're looking them in the eye is just plain weird.
He can tell Sam isn't happy about it, he's probably wearing that horribly pinched face that's really, really unattractive.
"Is Sam wearing that really unattractive disapproving face?" Dean asks the air to his left.
"I believe so yes," Castiel tells him.
He suspects his brother is now glaring at Castiel.
Cas could so take him.
"Dean you got lost outside yesterday," Sam says carefully. It's a wonder he hasn't worn out his worried voice yet. Dean would have, Dean would have been exhausted if he had to worry as hard as Sam seems to.
"I found my way back eventually." He goes for breezy and carefree, because he knows it annoys him.
"Cas brought you back," Sam points out.
Which isn't true, Cas had just walked with him, he'd found his own way back. He'd followed the sound of Sam fretting and fetched up right outside the door.
He's half tempted to tell him as much but he's distracted by the more important hunt for bacon, which he knows damn well is still on his plate.
"Don't you think that should tell you something?" Sam says quietly, voice soft like he doesn't want to say it at all.
Dean stops trying to find his bacon and glares across the table.
"Like what?"
"That you shouldn't be doing it."
Dean can feel Sam's frown all the way across the table. Like he knows exactly what his reaction will be, but he just can't stop his mouth from talking.
"I shouldn’t be doing it?" Dean says slowly, more than an edge of irritation under the words. "Sam I'm perfectly aware that there are things I can't do now. Driving, kayaking, bowling, running into traffic. Walking around outside and telling people how to kill things, that I can still do."
He's been stabbing his fork towards Sam while he's speaking, and he realises that's probably not a good idea.
Read the story and feedback the author: My Eyes Are an Ocean
ETA: Now with awesome sequel! An Eye for an Eye
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