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    A strange morning patrol resolves (almost) bloodlessly. What comes next? Movie nights, forgiveness, but also...some unforeseen enemies at the gates.

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    Or: the WAG Ilya thing.

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    25 Dec 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    thank god I love the internet

  2. Public Bookmark 84

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    “Oh boo-hoo, Mr I’m So Sad Because Harrison Ford Won’t Fuck Me—”

    “Jesus Christ, Sam—”

    “You guys are hurting my ears,” says Eileen.

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    07 Dec 2025

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    god DAMNITTTTT

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    “It frustrates me,” Cas mutters, “how the same sensation can feel sometimes good, and sometimes not.”

    Dean’s hand is still rubbing slowly down the length of his spine, like he’s petting the valley between the wings he can’t see. “Well, that’s just par for the course,” Dean rumbles. “Sometimes a body wants touch and sometimes it wants to be left the fuck alone.”

    Cas always wants touch. At least from Dean. He doesn’t say so. “It frustrates me how much good and bad I can feel at the same time.”

    “Oh, buddy,” Dean says. “Yeah.”

     

    (After the perfect darkness of the Empty, Cas finds the world a little...overwhelming. Dean tries to help.)

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    07 Dec 2025

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    hey! what the fuck.

    “You’ve seen me worse,” Dean says, because no one loathes a Winchester quite like a Winchester.

    But no one loves a Winchester quite like Castiel.

  4. Public Bookmark 50

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    He has little to do this morning — he has little to do most mornings, these days — and so the indulgences. The eggs, and the peaches, and the newspapers he doesn't read. He presses his palm flat against his stomach. Too many indulgences, if he is to be honest. Still, he does not quite have the mind to stop. The world has taken its fair share from him, and then some. He does not have the strength to fight the want in him anymore, what little of it there is left.

     

     

     

    From somewhere beyond the kitchen, a song. It is soft, and jazzy, and unlike the music that Dean used to think of as his. He thinks of this music as his, now. Things are different from how they used to be. It is all so very sad. Or so very good, depending.

     

     

    Or;

    Dean has a home. Dean has been waiting. And grief comes knocking.

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    24 Nov 2025

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    "home is where there is light and food on the table and everything is so warm"......oh, the love. oh, the grief. oh, the wonderful, warm ache.

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    A year ago, the world didn't end. Now it's summer and the cicadas are buzzing, and something is changing. Something is going to give.

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    14 Nov 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    oh dean, dean who with time and love and peace might believe he could deserve all three, how i adore you