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The Principle (of Silver Lining) by eretria (NC-17)
Sorry for that hiatus, all. Duty (and going out of town with no internet) called.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Length: ~20,100
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eretria
Author Website: Midnight Tea
I love the portrayal of Cas in this fic. It takes place shortly after Cas has been in the hospital, rescued off that fishing boat, and is completely human. He's dealing with being human but we see it through others eyes and only have his words to go by, something which convince Dean until both their walls come tumbling down. Cas is strong and assertive yet absolutely breaking apart, too. Their sex is less about sex and more about what they both need, as well as learning how to mend.
The glimpses of action-plot are intriguing (I miss all the fics that were about how to stop the apocalypse), and Sam isn't forgotten, either; he is, in fact, just as important as we see on the show. The author's Bobby is excellent, too. The writing and the way the author conveys the emotional subtleties is well done. It's a wonderful character piece.
"What do you really want, Dean?" Cas asked, curiosity written all over his features: eyebrows drawn together, mouth pinched, lines fanning out from his eyes. "Do you want him to win or would you rather see him fail so you have a reason to make him stay?"
A beat of silence. Another. Cas' words trickled into Dean's mind slowly, registering after what felt like a small eternity. They created a small nova that obliterated everything in white-hot rage. The swing was short, powerful; his fist connected with Cas's cheekbone with a resounding crash that had the other man's head flinging to the side, knocking against the wall. Dean flashed back to another punch, to meeting steel and his fingers almost breaking when he'd hit Cas. This time, he met nothing but skin and bone and flesh, and the knowledge that the punch hurt was darkly satisfying. "Don't you dare assume what I want," he hissed, his hands shooting to Cas shoulders and pressing him against the wall. It was almost too easy.
It took Cas a few blinks to shake his head against the initial shock of the blow. He kept his temple where it had connected with the wall, breathing shallow. Dean saw Cas probing his tongue against the inside of his mouth where his teeth must have broken skin. When he finally raised his eyes to look at Dean, they were filled with something so alien Dean instinctively loosened his grip on Cas' shoulders.
"I'll let this one go," Cas said, his voice even lower than usual, breath deflecting off Dean's face in a warm puff of air. "But don't you ever do that again."
Dean's heart stopped beating for a few seconds. This felt too much like déjà vu, Cas had the same relentless, terrifyingly cold stare that he'd had when he'd demanded more respect two years ago. Only this time… Dean's heart began beating again, twice as forceful, sudden rage singing out from every bone in his body. "What are you going to do, huh? Throw me back in the pit?" He inclined his head, letting a parody of a smile cross his face, pressed closer to Cas, their chests touching enough he could feel Cas' heartbeat. Strong. Rapid. "Ain't gonna work anymore without that angel mojo, huh, Cas?"
A small, disconnected part of Dean's brain tried desperately to make him back off and stop talking. What the fuck was he doing? He had Cas pressed against the wall, his arm propped over Cas' throat. Dean saw the bruise on Cas' cheekbone already purpling under the stubble that was on the best way to turn into a scruffy beard.
Yet, Cas' eyes were calm, unfazed. He inclined his head, meeting Dean's gaze squarely. "Try me."
The principle (of silver lining)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Length: ~20,100
Author on LJ:
eretria Author Website: Midnight Tea
I love the portrayal of Cas in this fic. It takes place shortly after Cas has been in the hospital, rescued off that fishing boat, and is completely human. He's dealing with being human but we see it through others eyes and only have his words to go by, something which convince Dean until both their walls come tumbling down. Cas is strong and assertive yet absolutely breaking apart, too. Their sex is less about sex and more about what they both need, as well as learning how to mend.
The glimpses of action-plot are intriguing (I miss all the fics that were about how to stop the apocalypse), and Sam isn't forgotten, either; he is, in fact, just as important as we see on the show. The author's Bobby is excellent, too. The writing and the way the author conveys the emotional subtleties is well done. It's a wonderful character piece.
"What do you really want, Dean?" Cas asked, curiosity written all over his features: eyebrows drawn together, mouth pinched, lines fanning out from his eyes. "Do you want him to win or would you rather see him fail so you have a reason to make him stay?"
A beat of silence. Another. Cas' words trickled into Dean's mind slowly, registering after what felt like a small eternity. They created a small nova that obliterated everything in white-hot rage. The swing was short, powerful; his fist connected with Cas's cheekbone with a resounding crash that had the other man's head flinging to the side, knocking against the wall. Dean flashed back to another punch, to meeting steel and his fingers almost breaking when he'd hit Cas. This time, he met nothing but skin and bone and flesh, and the knowledge that the punch hurt was darkly satisfying. "Don't you dare assume what I want," he hissed, his hands shooting to Cas shoulders and pressing him against the wall. It was almost too easy.
It took Cas a few blinks to shake his head against the initial shock of the blow. He kept his temple where it had connected with the wall, breathing shallow. Dean saw Cas probing his tongue against the inside of his mouth where his teeth must have broken skin. When he finally raised his eyes to look at Dean, they were filled with something so alien Dean instinctively loosened his grip on Cas' shoulders.
"I'll let this one go," Cas said, his voice even lower than usual, breath deflecting off Dean's face in a warm puff of air. "But don't you ever do that again."
Dean's heart stopped beating for a few seconds. This felt too much like déjà vu, Cas had the same relentless, terrifyingly cold stare that he'd had when he'd demanded more respect two years ago. Only this time… Dean's heart began beating again, twice as forceful, sudden rage singing out from every bone in his body. "What are you going to do, huh? Throw me back in the pit?" He inclined his head, letting a parody of a smile cross his face, pressed closer to Cas, their chests touching enough he could feel Cas' heartbeat. Strong. Rapid. "Ain't gonna work anymore without that angel mojo, huh, Cas?"
A small, disconnected part of Dean's brain tried desperately to make him back off and stop talking. What the fuck was he doing? He had Cas pressed against the wall, his arm propped over Cas' throat. Dean saw the bruise on Cas' cheekbone already purpling under the stubble that was on the best way to turn into a scruffy beard.
Yet, Cas' eyes were calm, unfazed. He inclined his head, meeting Dean's gaze squarely. "Try me."
The principle (of silver lining)