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Fic: How Life is a Waving Feather
Dec. 21st, 2010 07:49 amTitle: How Life is a Waving Feather
Author: DauntPerplexity
Rating: PG 13
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Gen, can be seen as pre-slash
Characters and/or Pairing: Bobby, Dean, Castiel
Spoilers: none
Warnings: Blood
Word Count: 5920
Summary: Dean took a few more steps forward before he found himself frozen in place. A familiar scent assaulted his nostrils. “Are you bleeding?”
Author’s Note: I started this story awhile ago. I think it may have been in the fourth season if not the early fifth. It took me forever to finish it, but I finally did. So basically this is how this story came to be. I was listening to my music on shuffle and the song ‘Dancing’ by Elisa came on. I found myself listening to it on repeat. Then I had this idea of writing an angsty Dean and Castiel story. This is what came of it as I continued to listen to this song on repeat.
Also, Happy Holidays to everyone! :D
( He fell forward, resting his head on Dean’s chest. His entire body shook as he rode out the pain. “Can’t heal,” he said when he found his voice. )
Author: DauntPerplexity
Rating: PG 13
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Gen, can be seen as pre-slash
Characters and/or Pairing: Bobby, Dean, Castiel
Spoilers: none
Warnings: Blood
Word Count: 5920
Summary: Dean took a few more steps forward before he found himself frozen in place. A familiar scent assaulted his nostrils. “Are you bleeding?”
Author’s Note: I started this story awhile ago. I think it may have been in the fourth season if not the early fifth. It took me forever to finish it, but I finally did. So basically this is how this story came to be. I was listening to my music on shuffle and the song ‘Dancing’ by Elisa came on. I found myself listening to it on repeat. Then I had this idea of writing an angsty Dean and Castiel story. This is what came of it as I continued to listen to this song on repeat.
Also, Happy Holidays to everyone! :D
( He fell forward, resting his head on Dean’s chest. His entire body shook as he rode out the pain. “Can’t heal,” he said when he found his voice. )
