nightmirrors (faege) wrote,

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to prove i'm still alive (again)

Saw this fic challenge on quickreaver's LJ and decided to take a stab to show that I'm still alive and functioning and all that (but still buried at grad school).

Seven sentences from page 7 of a WIP (the only one I have being the last part of Theophany (which is about 2 years overdue, I know, I know)).

Castiel is wearing his familiar suit and trench coat, each item painstakingly arranged as if Jimmy Novak’s wife had just pressed them. He squints in the glare of the truck’s lights, but remains by the front door even after Dean turns off the engine and gets out of the truck, slamming the door behind him.

“Where’s Sam?”

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel says.

“The next words out of your mouth better be about my brother, Cas, I swear to God.”

“They are,” Castiel says, eyes leveled on Dean as he strides to the door. “I’ve come to ask a favor.”
Tags: fic: theophany, fiction, mumbo jumbo, the addiction [supernatural]
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