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Entry tags:
Good Omens / Supernatural
Title: Arrangements (PG)
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Aziraphale/Crowley (implied only)
Length: ~3789 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
icarus_chained
Author Website: Arrangements-verse Masterlist
Why this must be read: When I read this fic, I didn't realise it was part of a larger (and on-going) universe involving the Good Omens and Supernatural characters. However, this fic, and many of the others in the 'verse can stand alone, so it's a win-win situation. Great story in a small package, or even more wondrous things to explore if it tickles your fancy.
Put one demon, two angels, two humans -- every single one of them over-protective of someone -- an angel-killing knife and a flaming sword in one room and this is what you get. It's handsy, pushy, cheeky, tense, and funny watching all our favourite characters contort themselves into their most protective selves in what feels like an apocalyptic game of Twister for the sake of characters they're not supposed to be protective of at all. And when everyone realises they're on the same page, more or less, things have the potential to get even more interesting!
Sam and Dean are already moving forward, trying to get between the angels before someone does something stupid, though Dean's not entirely sure which one he's expecting to do it.
And Crowley, in a freakishly fast and entirely too serpentine move, has inserted himself between them, one hand catching and turning Castiel's knife-hand away from his back, the other arm wrapping around Aziraphale's waist and physically hauling him back through the turning of Crowley's body. The demon is somewhere between grinning and swearing, his knuckles white around Cas' wrist, and his suddenly golden eyes glaring full into Aziraphale's face.
"For Someone's sake, angel! No rushing the paranoid angel with the knife! Are you trying to get yourself killed!" It comes out of him in a stunned, breathless hiss, and Dean realises that Aziraphale had wrapped startled arms around Crowley's chest when the demon grabbed him, and currently seems to be trying to wring the life out of him. It's an oddly amusing image, or would be, if Castiel wasn't still shaking in the demon's grasp.
"Cas!" He and Sam are on either side of their bewildered angel, Sam looming glaring over the demon while Dean tries to turn Cas to face him, to see if he's alright. Cas' head turns, his body imprisoned by the fierce grip around his arm, and he looks at Dean in stunned confusion.
"Dean. I ..." He winces as a tug on his arm causes Crowley's fingers to tighten convulsively, and then Sam's huge hand has landed on the demon's arm, and his brother is making him feel sixteen different kinds of proud while glaring furiously at a demon in his angel's defense.
"Let. Him. Go." Sam rumbles, squeezing a little himself, pulling a pained hiss out of Crowley. Sam bears down, and for a second Dean fancies he can hear the demon's arm actually creak, and then Aziraphale has caught Sam's arm, untangling himself from Crowley enough to glare at the three of them. Four of them. Anyone in range, really, Dean thinks.
Read the story: Arrangements
And don't forget to feedback the author.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Aziraphale/Crowley (implied only)
Length: ~3789 words
Author on LJ:
icarus_chainedAuthor Website: Arrangements-verse Masterlist
Why this must be read: When I read this fic, I didn't realise it was part of a larger (and on-going) universe involving the Good Omens and Supernatural characters. However, this fic, and many of the others in the 'verse can stand alone, so it's a win-win situation. Great story in a small package, or even more wondrous things to explore if it tickles your fancy.
Put one demon, two angels, two humans -- every single one of them over-protective of someone -- an angel-killing knife and a flaming sword in one room and this is what you get. It's handsy, pushy, cheeky, tense, and funny watching all our favourite characters contort themselves into their most protective selves in what feels like an apocalyptic game of Twister for the sake of characters they're not supposed to be protective of at all. And when everyone realises they're on the same page, more or less, things have the potential to get even more interesting!
Sam and Dean are already moving forward, trying to get between the angels before someone does something stupid, though Dean's not entirely sure which one he's expecting to do it.
And Crowley, in a freakishly fast and entirely too serpentine move, has inserted himself between them, one hand catching and turning Castiel's knife-hand away from his back, the other arm wrapping around Aziraphale's waist and physically hauling him back through the turning of Crowley's body. The demon is somewhere between grinning and swearing, his knuckles white around Cas' wrist, and his suddenly golden eyes glaring full into Aziraphale's face.
"For Someone's sake, angel! No rushing the paranoid angel with the knife! Are you trying to get yourself killed!" It comes out of him in a stunned, breathless hiss, and Dean realises that Aziraphale had wrapped startled arms around Crowley's chest when the demon grabbed him, and currently seems to be trying to wring the life out of him. It's an oddly amusing image, or would be, if Castiel wasn't still shaking in the demon's grasp.
"Cas!" He and Sam are on either side of their bewildered angel, Sam looming glaring over the demon while Dean tries to turn Cas to face him, to see if he's alright. Cas' head turns, his body imprisoned by the fierce grip around his arm, and he looks at Dean in stunned confusion.
"Dean. I ..." He winces as a tug on his arm causes Crowley's fingers to tighten convulsively, and then Sam's huge hand has landed on the demon's arm, and his brother is making him feel sixteen different kinds of proud while glaring furiously at a demon in his angel's defense.
"Let. Him. Go." Sam rumbles, squeezing a little himself, pulling a pained hiss out of Crowley. Sam bears down, and for a second Dean fancies he can hear the demon's arm actually creak, and then Aziraphale has caught Sam's arm, untangling himself from Crowley enough to glare at the three of them. Four of them. Anyone in range, really, Dean thinks.
Read the story: Arrangements
And don't forget to feedback the author.