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Thursday's Child by strangeandcharm (NC-17)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Castiel/OFCs
Length: ~114,000
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
strangeandcharm
Author Website: Dean/Cas Fics
You know how you find that one fic ever so often that just stands out in your mind, that might even become your own personal fanon? This fic is mine. 5x4 spawned so many excellent fics, and this is my favorite of them all. It's tragic, it's epic, it's full of realistic relationship up and downs that are only complicated by the issues of faith and sex and drugs and the walls these two characters have.
I love how well-crafted a drug-addicted, alcoholic, faithless Castiel the author paints. He's heartbreaking in more ways than one. It's his journey and his trials that really make me love this story. He's beaten down until it's impossible to think someone could go on, but at the end of the day, he regains his purpose and is a better man for it (I can't help but think of the parallels to Job, both canon-wise and in this fic).
For anyone who enjoys apocalypse fics filled with angst, slow romantic build, action, and a fairly happy ending, this fic is for you.
“How did you find me?” Dean asks curiously. “And don’t tell me it was coincidence or fate. I don’t believe in either.”
Castiel takes a deep breath. “Yeah, well. Perhaps you should. I think it was a little of both.”
Dean blinks at him for a few moments. Then he smiles, carefree and warm, and for a second he’s the old Dean again. “We met on the beach at Zihuatanejo,” he says softly. “Of all the places, it had to be there. That is kind of like fate or something.”
Castiel doesn’t understand, and the look of confusion on his face makes Dean smile all the more. “You’ve never seen The Shawshank Redemption, have you?” he says, and Castiel feels a spike of irritation. He’s bored with people telling him he needs to see films or television shows and making him feel like an outsider because he hasn’t. But Dean’s eyes are shining, so Castiel simply shakes his head and waits to see where this is going.
Dean sits down on his bed. “It’s a prison movie with these two guys, Andy and Red, who are in jail together for decades and become really good friends,” he says earnestly, and there’s more emotion in his voice than Castiel’s heard so far that morning, which puzzles him. “Andy dreams of the beach at Zihuatanejo and says that’s where he’ll live the rest of his days when he gets out. Then he escapes and Red doesn’t see him for years. When he’s finally released, he goes to Zihuatanejo… and Andy’s waiting for him. They’re reunited. It’s like… it’s like a fairytale or something. A happy-ever-after ending to a really horrible, nasty story. The kind of thing to make grown men cry.” Dean’s face softens. “I saw Zihuatanejo on a map and thought about Shawshank, so that’s why I went there. And the next day I was walking along the shore and there you were. Weirdest damn thing.”
“Was it a love story?” Castiel asks without thinking.
Dean scowls. “With Tim Robbins and Morgan Freeman? Good God, no.”
“So you’re saying that we’re like those two men,” Castiel continues, trying to think like Dean. “We were separated and then we met on the same beach. I suppose that is kind of… fateful.”
“I’m Tim Robbins,” Dean says quickly. “Freeman played God in a movie, so you’re pretty close to him.”
“I’m not God,” Castiel points out solemnly. “I’m not anything holy. Not now.”
Dean stares at him. Castiel stares back. Something passes between them, but Castiel has no idea what it is and he’s too tired all of a sudden to analyze it.
“We need to go,” Dean announces abruptly. “You can sleep in the car. Come on, get dressed. We’re out of here, Red.”
Thursday's Child
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Castiel/OFCs
Length: ~114,000
Author on LJ:
strangeandcharm Author Website: Dean/Cas Fics
You know how you find that one fic ever so often that just stands out in your mind, that might even become your own personal fanon? This fic is mine. 5x4 spawned so many excellent fics, and this is my favorite of them all. It's tragic, it's epic, it's full of realistic relationship up and downs that are only complicated by the issues of faith and sex and drugs and the walls these two characters have.
I love how well-crafted a drug-addicted, alcoholic, faithless Castiel the author paints. He's heartbreaking in more ways than one. It's his journey and his trials that really make me love this story. He's beaten down until it's impossible to think someone could go on, but at the end of the day, he regains his purpose and is a better man for it (I can't help but think of the parallels to Job, both canon-wise and in this fic).
For anyone who enjoys apocalypse fics filled with angst, slow romantic build, action, and a fairly happy ending, this fic is for you.
“How did you find me?” Dean asks curiously. “And don’t tell me it was coincidence or fate. I don’t believe in either.”
Castiel takes a deep breath. “Yeah, well. Perhaps you should. I think it was a little of both.”
Dean blinks at him for a few moments. Then he smiles, carefree and warm, and for a second he’s the old Dean again. “We met on the beach at Zihuatanejo,” he says softly. “Of all the places, it had to be there. That is kind of like fate or something.”
Castiel doesn’t understand, and the look of confusion on his face makes Dean smile all the more. “You’ve never seen The Shawshank Redemption, have you?” he says, and Castiel feels a spike of irritation. He’s bored with people telling him he needs to see films or television shows and making him feel like an outsider because he hasn’t. But Dean’s eyes are shining, so Castiel simply shakes his head and waits to see where this is going.
Dean sits down on his bed. “It’s a prison movie with these two guys, Andy and Red, who are in jail together for decades and become really good friends,” he says earnestly, and there’s more emotion in his voice than Castiel’s heard so far that morning, which puzzles him. “Andy dreams of the beach at Zihuatanejo and says that’s where he’ll live the rest of his days when he gets out. Then he escapes and Red doesn’t see him for years. When he’s finally released, he goes to Zihuatanejo… and Andy’s waiting for him. They’re reunited. It’s like… it’s like a fairytale or something. A happy-ever-after ending to a really horrible, nasty story. The kind of thing to make grown men cry.” Dean’s face softens. “I saw Zihuatanejo on a map and thought about Shawshank, so that’s why I went there. And the next day I was walking along the shore and there you were. Weirdest damn thing.”
“Was it a love story?” Castiel asks without thinking.
Dean scowls. “With Tim Robbins and Morgan Freeman? Good God, no.”
“So you’re saying that we’re like those two men,” Castiel continues, trying to think like Dean. “We were separated and then we met on the same beach. I suppose that is kind of… fateful.”
“I’m Tim Robbins,” Dean says quickly. “Freeman played God in a movie, so you’re pretty close to him.”
“I’m not God,” Castiel points out solemnly. “I’m not anything holy. Not now.”
Dean stares at him. Castiel stares back. Something passes between them, but Castiel has no idea what it is and he’s too tired all of a sudden to analyze it.
“We need to go,” Dean announces abruptly. “You can sleep in the car. Come on, get dressed. We’re out of here, Red.”
Thursday's Child