(I LOVE THIS ICON. what i wouldn't give for an animated version.)

okay, so there's this thing, right:


The Castiel Comment!fic Meme
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i left a couple prompts last night, and today i woke up to see that one of them, cas becoming addicted to texting dean got a reply by the awesomeful and wondersome ibroketuesday.

my other prompt was filled a bit later: castiel/dean UST. after they leave the whorehouse, dean sits cas down in the impala and straightens up his clothes again. by entangled_now AND also by sansday here. ♥

speaking of, now not only merlin can provide me with canon dressing/undressing!kink, but spn too! ♥♥


(fics are dean/castiel unless it's stated otherwise)

• 22by7 wrote a ficlet for my prompt, awesome. R-ish.
They wipe the floor with enough werewolf asses to make it shine like it ain't shined for fifty years. Every sinew in Dean's body sings its beauty, no lapse in its memory of violence. Cas flicks quick absorbing glances his way, the looking that makes the hairs on Dean's arms stand to attention. The looking that means that Cas is breaking it down to twenty-four frames a second. Or more.

(there is another gorgeous fic above mine requested by someone else, read that one too.)

• Lost my way (but haven’t forgotten my way home) by moodymuse19. R
Castiel is sent back two days later, unceremoniously dropped in the middle of Bobby’s sitting room, sending a pile of books tumbling down and lifting up a cloud of dust.
Dean pokes him to see if he’s real. Bobby throws holy water at him. Sam shakes him once. But Castiel is still not moving.
That’s when Dean notices it. A beating heart. A rather quick pulse beneath the pulse spot of his wrist. Sweat lightly glistening on his forehead, and a 5 o’clock shadow on his chin.
Human. Completely human.

one of the most in-depth fallen!castiel fic i've read. if you don't tear up at least a little, you have no heart.

• with nothing on my tongue but hallelujah, pg-13, claire novak gen.
Claire cannot forget, when the evidence of everything she’s been through is still thrumming through her blood and her bones.

the aftermath of possession by angel. i'm not much of a gen reader, so when i randomly click on one fic that looks interesting and strike this kind of gold, the surprise is doubly pleasant.

i don't think i've got it all, but i really need to go lie down for a bit. stupid period pains. =_=