30 Snapshots - Dean Winchester
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Title: Touch
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cashay
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Words: ~182
Summary: It's Castiel's touch that grounds Dean.
Author Notes: no beta. written for prompt "Touch" at my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_30snapshots table.
Every time Castiel touched him he felt it. No, not feeling it like he felt every punch and every breeze. But it was as if Castiel had touched him deep in his soul, something pure and... Dean was not able to find words for it, scared to think about it too much.
But every time Castiel touched him, he felt calm again, no matter how bad it had been. No matter how wrecked and scared he was. As soon as Castiel put a hand down on his shoulder or there was a slight brush of skin against skin all the bad feelings left him.
It was the same thing he had felt the day Castiel had pulled him up from hell. It still made him feel safe and cared for. It felled like home and safety and love. Not that he would ever say it. After all it was Castiel he was having this thoughts about. Not that it would be okay for him to think them about anyone else either...
Winchesters weren't cut out for love. Well, at least he wasn't.
Title: Let the Bodies hit the Floor
Author:cashay
Character: Dean Winchester
Words: ~291
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Killing is what keeps Dean Winchester together.
Author Notes: Written for the prompt "let the bodies hit the floor" at myspn_30snapshots table.
Dean didn't know what would happen to him if he couldn't kill any evil sons of bitches anymore. He would probably go insane. His life was a mess. He was a mess. He knew that. Winchesters might be the masters in ignoring things but even Dean wasn't that good.
Killing demons, ghosts or whatever else there was that needed to be killed, it was his way of surviving and keeping himself together. There was hardly a time when he didn't feel like he was about to break apart. It only stopped ever so slightly when he killed one of those bastards, leaving him with a moment of peace.
Without it he would break in a matter of month. Not break enough to say 'Yes' to Michael or do something remotely stupid. At least he hoped so. There was only so much a human could take and Dean had far long crossed that line. Only driven by the same demons his father had been driven by.
There was no apple-pie life for him, no matter how much he sometimes wished there was. He wouldn't survive it. In an apple-pie life there would be nothing to keep the demons at bay that ate at him every moment. He would have to face the exhaustion that had long ago consumed his very being.
He was ignoring all of this, but without being able to kill he wouldn't make it. He would be without a purpose. And without a purpose he would have to face himself and the damage that had been inflicted by himself and by others. Killing evil bastards was a lousy thing holding you together. But as long as it managed to keep the pieces in place Dean didn't care.
Title: One step after another
Author:cashay
Character: Dean
Words: ~196
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Sometimes all Dean could do was keeping focused on today.
Author Notes: Written for the prompt "today" at myspn_30snapshots table.
Today. Sometimes today was all Dean could think about. Yesterday hurt too much and tomorrow would kill him. One step after another. Dragging himself forward by sheer will power. Sometimes he didn't even want to make it further. Sometimes all he wanted to do was to lay down and die right there on the spot.
But there was always something that kept him going. Finding his father. Protecting Sammy. Helping Castiel. Killing monsters. Saving the world. So he walked on. One step after another. Because he had no choice, because he had too.
The next step, the next move it was all he could focus on: This moment because thinking further than that would kill him, would make him crumble under the sheer impossibility of everything.
One step after another. Not thinking about yesterday because yesterday had been too horrible to face ever again. One step after another. Not thinking about tomorrow because that was more than he could handle.
One step after another. Only today counted. Only this moment was important. And if he made it through today, there would be a new today. And a new one. And a new one. And...
Title: Touch
Author:
cashay Character(s)/Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Words: ~182
Summary: It's Castiel's touch that grounds Dean.
Author Notes: no beta. written for prompt "Touch" at my
spn_30snapshots table.Every time Castiel touched him he felt it. No, not feeling it like he felt every punch and every breeze. But it was as if Castiel had touched him deep in his soul, something pure and... Dean was not able to find words for it, scared to think about it too much.
But every time Castiel touched him, he felt calm again, no matter how bad it had been. No matter how wrecked and scared he was. As soon as Castiel put a hand down on his shoulder or there was a slight brush of skin against skin all the bad feelings left him.
It was the same thing he had felt the day Castiel had pulled him up from hell. It still made him feel safe and cared for. It felled like home and safety and love. Not that he would ever say it. After all it was Castiel he was having this thoughts about. Not that it would be okay for him to think them about anyone else either...
Winchesters weren't cut out for love. Well, at least he wasn't.
Title: Let the Bodies hit the Floor
Author:
cashay Character: Dean Winchester
Words: ~291
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Killing is what keeps Dean Winchester together.
Author Notes: Written for the prompt "let the bodies hit the floor" at my
spn_30snapshots table.Dean didn't know what would happen to him if he couldn't kill any evil sons of bitches anymore. He would probably go insane. His life was a mess. He was a mess. He knew that. Winchesters might be the masters in ignoring things but even Dean wasn't that good.
Killing demons, ghosts or whatever else there was that needed to be killed, it was his way of surviving and keeping himself together. There was hardly a time when he didn't feel like he was about to break apart. It only stopped ever so slightly when he killed one of those bastards, leaving him with a moment of peace.
Without it he would break in a matter of month. Not break enough to say 'Yes' to Michael or do something remotely stupid. At least he hoped so. There was only so much a human could take and Dean had far long crossed that line. Only driven by the same demons his father had been driven by.
There was no apple-pie life for him, no matter how much he sometimes wished there was. He wouldn't survive it. In an apple-pie life there would be nothing to keep the demons at bay that ate at him every moment. He would have to face the exhaustion that had long ago consumed his very being.
He was ignoring all of this, but without being able to kill he wouldn't make it. He would be without a purpose. And without a purpose he would have to face himself and the damage that had been inflicted by himself and by others. Killing evil bastards was a lousy thing holding you together. But as long as it managed to keep the pieces in place Dean didn't care.
Title: One step after another
Author:
cashay Character: Dean
Words: ~196
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Sometimes all Dean could do was keeping focused on today.
Author Notes: Written for the prompt "today" at my
spn_30snapshots table.Today. Sometimes today was all Dean could think about. Yesterday hurt too much and tomorrow would kill him. One step after another. Dragging himself forward by sheer will power. Sometimes he didn't even want to make it further. Sometimes all he wanted to do was to lay down and die right there on the spot.
But there was always something that kept him going. Finding his father. Protecting Sammy. Helping Castiel. Killing monsters. Saving the world. So he walked on. One step after another. Because he had no choice, because he had too.
The next step, the next move it was all he could focus on: This moment because thinking further than that would kill him, would make him crumble under the sheer impossibility of everything.
One step after another. Not thinking about yesterday because yesterday had been too horrible to face ever again. One step after another. Not thinking about tomorrow because that was more than he could handle.
One step after another. Only today counted. Only this moment was important. And if he made it through today, there would be a new today. And a new one. And a new one. And...
