Samaire Armstrong Fakes The Shining

This is a translation of fiction Shine of zatnikatel


Under no circumstances read this before reading the first part chapter.

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19. Under an atomic sky (Insnte which are the last things that smell. You can feel his heart beating erratically in his chest, the countdown of his life passing by. He is tired and wants to escape.

back light and the sun slowly released into the blue sky, heating. Castiel hangs his head and lies a few feet away, motionless, in front of his body smeared with crimson, his hand outstretched and eyes looking at Michael, dreamy, glazed, unseeing eyes, deception osamente peaceful because Michael knows where he is Castiel.

Michael turns on its front, containing a ganiyou, and contact them body hums and bubbles.

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Something inside Michael breaks and flows out of Ely gasps at the beauty of light shines as a beacon where he ends and his brother started. It's hypnotic, it fascinates and calms. "Please," she whispers. Michael

let it go.

Dean wakes up in the midst of the groans of a dream on fire and lets out his pain weakly. And someone is holding up close, rocking him, covering his face with gentle fingers, singing a stream of comfort, DeanDeanDean and is so familiar.

suddenly opens his eyes, looking vaguely into the blue, frowns. "Cas?" Says among his breath. And then freezes in panic, because they feel empty inside, feeling that familiar space there, recalls how the power beamed as he left.

He shrugs. "Who are you?" Says drowned. "Are he ?"

The other man shook his head. "Dean," he murmurs, his eyes are blue, but as sonríea Dean &eguido course and in your heart you know that means it was completed.

It takes some time out from beneath the splintered branches and foliage and is spitting earth, moss and dead leaves as I do and have to wait, sit and catch his breath. His clothes are soaked and your cap is lost somewhere beneath the oak. He turns, stops, looks at his camióny is split, a pile of twisted metal and broken. Looks like a can crushed beneath the tree trunk lying on the bottom, flat tires on the ground. Bobby

spits. "Shit," he says regretfully. & Quot; Whatever. A small price to pay. "The truck becomes a blur. Double vision

, think and suddenly realizes that his head is so crazy, you feel nauseous. Lift a finger, it moves slowly to the right, left, have to close my eyes and lay his head on his hand while his brain in his head wobbles. "Wow."

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The wind is whispering through the trees and can hear the birds singing. The world is still here in peace. They did so, he thinks. "They did it," croaks loudly. "Son of a bitch. They succeeded. "She sits and assimilationthe, feel the fun, despite the fact his concusióny you want to drop.

"You all right, Bobby?"

Bobby smiles, turns his head, shrinking of discomfort while doing so. "We did it. Damn, what - "He stood up abruptly, swallowing with difficulty. "Tell me ... he's alive."

Castiel looks at Bobby and his hair is chaotic, your face is pale, his eyes shadowed metallic gray. Dean has cradled in his arms as easily as if he were carrying a Ni & ntiXC "Bobby."

He stood, ignoring the pain that goes up the leg, ripping the air angrily. "How the hell we get out of here without wheels and loaded with these two? It is a three-mile walk to the main road and they can not walk. "

" Bobby. Sam did not succeed - "

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" Shut the fuck up, "Bobby cut it bitterly. "I want you to hear that shit. It's your usual bunch of fucking lies. "He feels that begins to tremble, feel your face gets red. "Obviously you have your mojo back,"Dean now needs you. "

Dean wakes up in one piece and healthy and do not remember how she got here or what the date is or even what day of the week. It feels empty because part of it is gone. He feels trapped in his skin, feels earthbound

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speaks not true. While listening, listening to the muffled sounds in the distance. You can hear the ringing noise of conversation as Bobby sits in circle with Castiel, pouring his corazóny

wondering what the hell happened? Again and again, listen to Castiel does not really tell youknow, I was distracted, again and again, until it gives up and tells Bobby what he did.

And Bobby sees Dean lifted his hand and put the angel on his shoulder for a minute, before stretching and touching his cheek. "Well done, son," says the old rock voice.

Castiel and Dean nods hesitantly asked if Bobby will tell you the same thing when he finds out what he did. Shout

to be in a daze sueñoy intermediate state between waking each morning and Castiel is always there, holding his hand. And leans from his chair and said. "Vuelve to sleep, Dean "and poses the tips of his fingers on his forehead.

The first day that Dean wakes up properly roams the room with her bare feet and in his shorts, Sam placing things in the other bed, placing his giant steps in a corner , keeping your bag in the closet. Keeps things tidy for his brother Sam, the way in which Sam likes.

not eat unless you force him Bobby, do not take showers, sleep with clothes on. This vaguely aware that sucks, but now you have a task can not afford the distraction of food, showers, laundry, you can not divertsteps and felt a nudge on the shoulder, sometimes reaching to catch a glimpse, a shadow and goggles because Sammy must have slipped on that one time that he dipped his head in his hands and shuddered a feeling you do not understand,

pain, but what if all is well . And he knows, just knows that if you turn your head will be well again. But when you turn there's nobody there. Once the silence was broken by Sam talking right in your ear, Dean, God. Get a grip.

And it feels lighter, feels a flood of relief and joy and then realizes that it is Bobby, sullen tones DICI & aweak and your heart racing, his whole body ached with something you can name and can not feel his fingers digging into her thighs, burying his fingers

but slowly slipping. But Dean is not going to let go because Sam is not gone, it's right there and if Dean could only turn his head fast enough before his brother was hiding, it will catch and play will be over.

What the hell do you know old

think.

He'll be back. Is coming.

sits with Castiel Bobby him when he does not, strangely infantile in his new uniform shirt and jeans and Dean have no idea because it is still there, think you should have better things to do now that he has his mojo back. But anyway, those are the times that Dean feels his body become soft and pliable because it gives a strange peace, tranquility, waiting for the angel

have this kind of Zen calm, has always been and it's like to bleed Dean where his shoulders and legs together. He wondered indifferently if Castiel is doing what Obi-Wan.

"I will not say that everything will be fine, Dean, & quot; Castiel tells him gently, once and only once. "But you can talk to me. Can you tell me what happened. Can you tell me how you feel. You can blame me. Wait until you're ready and I'll be here when you are. "

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And Castiel is true to his word and wait and sometimes Dean knows that sits back and soaks up the warmth and some Sometimes he thinks that makes even lead to a kind of trance Castiel's shoulder, his eyes glued on the road forever.

But Castiel tells him anything because some rational part of your mind knows how it works, that if he tells Castiel c & orcute; mo happened

How? means accepting what happened, but nothing happened and means that will get used to it, it will continue with his life, he cared less and less as time passes. And it's shit grades, because

never happened. Sam simply stranded somewhere on the road at any minute, any damn minute

, the Impala will appear down the road, but the Impala parked behind the house

Bobby and Sam open the door and Dean will show his darker side bitchthymus breath and is unrecognizable, dented, broken, bruised and cut. He stops, takes a step atrásy is drenched in sweat, exhausted and panting with the effort, but it is made.

laughs, walks around and looks at Bobby's horrified face is pale and old, fat, wet tears crying and wringing her hands. "What?" Dean says, unrepentant. "Okay, Bobby, do not panic ..." lends his voice under control, leads back to a lower pitch, roll out a placating hand. "Okay," he said. "& Amforward. "Come on, Sam needs wheels. How will you get here without it? Is not gonna do it, see? She still here is what prevents him drive through the entrance, as I have been waiting for. Now she is gone. So problem solved. "Feel his face split into a smile. "It's going to be okay." Move your eyes to Castiel. "You understand Cas, right?" He says hopefully.

And Castiel also notes, holding the eye without blinking. Is waiting.

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Dean says to himself that he isabsorbs the wrath of Dean, only the fans even more, makes you want to explode into a violent rage even further if you know you are stronger. "Fuck that," yells right in the face of Castiel. "Why could not you just fucking let me go? I asked you to let me go "and now his throat is torn and the suffocating feeling inside is swelling in his chest in a way that hurts fiercely. I grunted again, bitterly. "I asked you to let me go."

The angel did not even flinch this time, he finds the hostility of froacute; No stops. Gasped and listens out as a low, broken cry, as their bones turn into mush and your knees give way. And Castiel takes a step closer, catches it, holds it and puts her head on his shoulder, wrapped his arms around Ely supports it, as they sink together onto the ground.

"Let go of my brother," Dean gasps and old worn shirt against your face is down and lets out a laugh out of breath from horrified disbelief. "You could not let go, but I let go of Sam, God." Castiel

And it is silencing, rocking and suddenly Dean s, Boy. "

Dean snorted, biting his lip. "I was not going to let Adam fall alone," she whispers. "Sam found out. He did not want me back down there. He jumped in my place, caught as he fell. Try to remove it, but he said he did while he was hanging so that Adam would not have to go. "Wield Angel T convulsively, feel the embrace of Castiel made tighter and tries to stay in a piece. "And let it go. I looked into his eyes and then drop my brother in hell. "

feel your voice wobbleueda still and look at the empty and down and shakes. And then when she comes to, Bobby and Castiel you're taking it to feel like an old man of ninety years in the local nursing home for terminal cases, you settle into the chair where he will spend the rest of gave , to be consumed and forgotten all her memories while your gray matter decays.

"How is the cage?" Castiel asks one night, halfway to a fifth of Jack, because we are leaving drink when it gets really bad and sometimes when it has liquor ingested enough pins and needles in your loss become numbcute, down only speak do with Lu. Or that is like the Tonight Show. Interviews. Larry King Live. But you know ... they're just -

talking. know each other. Sitting in the rocking chairs at the entrance, drinking a beer and swapping stories. Cas. Cas. "Swallowed hard. "Please. Cas. I let it go. Please tell me you do not. That is not - as Alaistair. "

But Castiel is not going to lie and move, is withdrawn from under Dean and rises. "It should take you to bed."

And Dean looks through the eyes entresealable. "You wish," he leers at her. "I will not give tambiéna that for you."

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Castiel disappears from the face of the earth after that and makes Dean feel restless, endless walks around the house, looking up as if to see the angel watching from a cloud.
And one morning, perhaps in the fourth week, Dean wakes up and discovers that he wants to live, because that's what Sam wanted to do and that the lack of Sam is not like being doused in hell, or as a nail in his testicles, or as a root canal. The dcartóny the guard on the top shelf of a cabinet of Bobby, because clothing does not fit, or Bobby. Castiel or, if the angel reappears.

There omens, Bobby tells darkly demonic activity everywhere. And this news is not good, there are cities ravaged by an epidemic disease that attacks the old and young and sometimes tambiéna the middle-aged, crazed and turned violent. And Dean thinks in four years from now

in the future showed that Zachariah and wondered if it really changed anything, but can not cares aboutI'm the most wanted of the sky. "

Dean ponders that. "So you still have a cut, that's what you're saying." He shakes his head in disbelief. "Jesus. Do we change a damn thing? Because I'm starting to wonder. "Goes to the angel a calculating look. "You lose your mojo? How soon? "Castiel

long and slowly exhale. "Not for some time," deviates. Then he is silent, but this drumming his fingers on his thigh, so Dean expected. "& Amp, iQuest, Why did you do? "question eventually. Dean feigns ignorance. "Do what?" He says blankly. "You know what." Castiel puts an exasperated expression. "I rip off your grace and you gave me," he continued hesitantly. "And remember how it was to be without grace, as he was ... broken and torn up inside, like an open wound that will not heal." Her expression softens then in a mixture of old cariñoy fascination. "I do not understand why you did that."

Dean snorts and there is a long time in which crosses his mind, the joy, the sense of peace, of being whole again for the first time, if he was supposed to be. And hot on his recall from alones be only in the moments after the door closed and the horror of that loneliness. Shrugs carelessly. "It was never really mine," concludes with clumsiness. Is the abbreviated version, knows and keeps his eyes on the road, clears his throat. "It was yours. It was what was supposed to go. "Castiel

decidedly skeptical eyebrows raised. "Perhat is, "Dean replied exasperated. Are approaching a stop sign and stop gently, look right, left, to the long and deserted road tape. Castiel

moves, settles, look forward to Dean. "Where are we going?"

Dean smiles. "South West," says reflectively. "Arizona. There is something I would like to see there. "For the money and the Jeep roars successfully. "And then we have work to do," he mutters.

Coda

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