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“You saved my life.” Will finally says with a sigh laden with irony and resignation. “You were going to kill me...” He closes his eyes for a moment, shaking his head. While the rumbling edge of the saw echoes in the back of his mind. “Why don't you just do it and end this once and for all?”
Or, an alternate ending to Digestivo where Will doesn't tell Hannibal that he never wants to see him again.
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Dean’s quiet time in the bunker is interrupted by some stranger-than-usual behavior from his angel.
Oh, and feathers...there are a lot of those, too.
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13 Apr 2026
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Cas exhaled. "When an angel's wings are injured," he said to his feet, "the healing process can be augmented by… grooming, I suppose, would be the most accurate word. Removal of the maimed feathers to allow growth of healthy ones. Otherwise, they're left to fall out alone." He tilted his head towards the nightstand. "As you see."
Dean stared at him. "So… that's why I can't help?" he said slowly. "'Cause I can't, y'know… see 'em? Or touch 'em?"
"Yes," Cas said, slightly too quickly, and Dean snorted.
"You're still a shitty liar, Cas," he informed him. "What ain't you tellin' me?"
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08 Apr 2026
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How can he say more than the words that don’t even capture a fraction of the pain. You were dead. Three words that are too weak to hold up the agony. Cas, you were dead, and you weren’t coming back. I know because I burned the body.
“Okay, alright. You don’t need to speak. It’s alright- I’ll- I’ll just-” and then Cas is holding up a glowing hand that he moves over the vague shape of Dean’s body under the tangle of his bedsheets. “I can’t sense anything wrong. Nothing malignant, or even duress of natural causes. I don't- I don’t know what’s happening.”
Cas, man, it’s actually not as bad as it seems. I think I’m having a panic attack.
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06 Apr 2026
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"What do you think about when you masturbate?"
"I sure don't think about callin' it masturbate," Dean retorted with a small laugh.
"I'm sorry. What do you think about when you jerk off?"
"Jesus, Cas, you talkin' dirty like that ain't gonna help me not come in these panties."
"Well, I intend for you to," Cas pointed out. "But not just yet. Now answer the question, please."
"Jesus," Dean said again, blush deepening. "I -- um. Jeez, I dunno. I mean, there's all kinds of crap in my spank bank. Some days, yeah, s'gettin' thrown against the wall by some hot dude in an alley. Other days, I dunno, it's triplets."
"What are you thinking about right now?"
Dean turned an incredulous look on him. "Uh, there's a hot photographer takin' pictures of my dick in pink panties right now, you think I need any more material?"
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- Part 1 of Aesthetics in Autoerotica