Not A Drop To Drink for spn_30snapshots
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verucasalt123Title: Not A Drop To Drink
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #26, Water
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: They were being followed.
In the depths of tonight’s drunken thoughts, it occurred to Dean that there was a theme woven through the most important moments he’d had with his angel.
Castiel in his dream as he sat by a pier, fishing, looking out onto a beautiful lake.
Both of them trying to figure out why the hell he didn’t have the power to get himself off a shrimping boat off the coast of Delacroix, and making the realization of just how far Castiel had fallen. For Dean.
It was pouring down rain outside the first time they kissed, Dean’s hands sliding under Castiel’s wet shirt and feeling Castiel grabbing onto his dripping hair.
The last glimpse he caught of his angel, the thing that had taken Cas over was walking slowly out into the water until he disappeared underneath it.
Dean had just wrung out the dripping trenchcoat he’d recovered and kept moving. There was nothing else he could do.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel
Claim: Theme 01: Elemental
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/85331.html
Prompt(s): #26, Water
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: They were being followed.
In the depths of tonight’s drunken thoughts, it occurred to Dean that there was a theme woven through the most important moments he’d had with his angel.
Castiel in his dream as he sat by a pier, fishing, looking out onto a beautiful lake.
Both of them trying to figure out why the hell he didn’t have the power to get himself off a shrimping boat off the coast of Delacroix, and making the realization of just how far Castiel had fallen. For Dean.
It was pouring down rain outside the first time they kissed, Dean’s hands sliding under Castiel’s wet shirt and feeling Castiel grabbing onto his dripping hair.
The last glimpse he caught of his angel, the thing that had taken Cas over was walking slowly out into the water until he disappeared underneath it.
Dean had just wrung out the dripping trenchcoat he’d recovered and kept moving. There was nothing else he could do.
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Date: 2012-03-03 04:31 am (UTC)goddamn. maybe that's why I hate water.
anyways, this was lovely.
and sad.
and you write a lot more angst than you think...