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A Vague Memory of Wisdom by takadainmate (R)
Fandom: SUPERNATURAL
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Length: ~ 35,422 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
takadainmate
Author Website: Fic Tag on LJ
Why this must be read: A few things you will have noticed about me this month: 1) I love long stories; 2) I'm a sucker for interesting language and atmospheric stories; and 3) give me hurt/comfort and heightened attraction to one another and I'm your girl forever.
This story has all that, plus it's set in an ancient underground library with labyrinthine turns, temperamental books, and ghosts and demons darting out of the darkness to torment our heroes. It ends as it begins, in medias res, so if you're looking for clear answers or true resolution, this isn't the story for you. If you're willing to go along for the hurt/comfort ride of your life, then please proceed.
"No fainting on me," Dean orders, tightening his hold on Cas. "Give me your tie."
Cas sits up straighter at that. "What for?" He sounds suspicious, and if Dean didn't know better he would think the angel was getting all protective over his clothes.
"To wrap your wrist. We have to stop that bleeding before you pass out."
Cas fidgets and Dean worries that his movements are slow and uncoordinated before Cas lets out a long sigh and seems to sag. "Fine," he says shortly.
Dean waits as Cas pulls the tie off one-handed, then places the material in his hand.
"You have to let me know if I put it in the right place," Dean tells him, because he can't hold a match and tie a makeshift bandage at the same time, no matter how awesome he is.
Dean can hear Cas moving but gets no reply. "I can't tell if you're nodding at me," Dean reminds him.
Cas huffs in what Dean thinks might be amusement. "Yes, alright."
With Cas's arm laid lightly against his knee, Dean guesses at about where he saw the deep cut and presses Cas's, or Jimmy Novak's, or whoever's, tie down against the wrist. He knows he's got it more or less in the right place when Cas sucks in a breath through his teeth.
"Is that covering it all?" Dean asks. Cas hums in agreement so Dean wraps the tie tightly around the arm as many times as it will go.
After it's done and tied Cas sounds sort of sad when he says, "I liked that tie," which is so the weirdest thing he's said all day that Dean can't help but laugh.
"I'll buy you a new one, buddy," he assures Cas.
Read the story: A Vague Memory of Wisdom
Remember to feedback the author! (This author is one of my favourites and she's just posted a 10 part story with some similar themes - if you like this one, check out her newest posted at her LJ.)
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Length: ~ 35,422 words
Author on LJ:
takadainmateAuthor Website: Fic Tag on LJ
Why this must be read: A few things you will have noticed about me this month: 1) I love long stories; 2) I'm a sucker for interesting language and atmospheric stories; and 3) give me hurt/comfort and heightened attraction to one another and I'm your girl forever.
This story has all that, plus it's set in an ancient underground library with labyrinthine turns, temperamental books, and ghosts and demons darting out of the darkness to torment our heroes. It ends as it begins, in medias res, so if you're looking for clear answers or true resolution, this isn't the story for you. If you're willing to go along for the hurt/comfort ride of your life, then please proceed.
"No fainting on me," Dean orders, tightening his hold on Cas. "Give me your tie."
Cas sits up straighter at that. "What for?" He sounds suspicious, and if Dean didn't know better he would think the angel was getting all protective over his clothes.
"To wrap your wrist. We have to stop that bleeding before you pass out."
Cas fidgets and Dean worries that his movements are slow and uncoordinated before Cas lets out a long sigh and seems to sag. "Fine," he says shortly.
Dean waits as Cas pulls the tie off one-handed, then places the material in his hand.
"You have to let me know if I put it in the right place," Dean tells him, because he can't hold a match and tie a makeshift bandage at the same time, no matter how awesome he is.
Dean can hear Cas moving but gets no reply. "I can't tell if you're nodding at me," Dean reminds him.
Cas huffs in what Dean thinks might be amusement. "Yes, alright."
With Cas's arm laid lightly against his knee, Dean guesses at about where he saw the deep cut and presses Cas's, or Jimmy Novak's, or whoever's, tie down against the wrist. He knows he's got it more or less in the right place when Cas sucks in a breath through his teeth.
"Is that covering it all?" Dean asks. Cas hums in agreement so Dean wraps the tie tightly around the arm as many times as it will go.
After it's done and tied Cas sounds sort of sad when he says, "I liked that tie," which is so the weirdest thing he's said all day that Dean can't help but laugh.
"I'll buy you a new one, buddy," he assures Cas.
Read the story: A Vague Memory of Wisdom
Remember to feedback the author! (This author is one of my favourites and she's just posted a 10 part story with some similar themes - if you like this one, check out her newest posted at her LJ.)