#past-sabriel

[nobodymitskigabriel]

Was thinking how rare non-sexual intimacy must be in Gabriel's life. He watches Netflix wrapped in a blanket with Sam and it reminds him of the times he sat with Loki in front of a campfire. Lying in bed and talking to Sam makes him think of Kali. Being real and being vulnerable means living with ghosts from past lifetimes.

[recurring-polynya]

"Just do as you're told," Mogget said firmly. "Think of yourself as Abhorsen's sworn sword-hand, if it makes you feel better, though in this present era, you'll find common sense is more important than honor. "Very well", Touchstone muttered, humbly. He stood up and put on the underclothes and shirt, but couldn't get the trousers past his heavily muscled thighs. "There's a kilt and leggings in one of the chests back there," Mogget said after watching Touchstone hopping around on one leg, the other trapped in too-tight leather."

if you, as an author, aren't introducing your male love interests like this, what are you even doing with your life?

(from Sabriel, by Garth Nix)

[beliscary]

the fires in belisaere lmaoooo 'huh. wonder what the prince is crafting in his tower' 😭😭😭 denial.

didn't escape me either that lirael mentioned sam assuming nick must be engaged or something which must be why he stays in ancelstierre.... he's going through it up there. Do You Think A Depressed Person Could Make This (a pile of ashes and 20 magical clockwork cricketers)

#guy that will spontaneously combust if he talks abt his emotions with <4 degrees of obfuscation x guy that thinks the curtains are just blue

the obfuscating guy will also ramble ceaselessly and with embarrassing honesty once you get him started. and 'the curtains are just blue' 'sayre's law of magical explication' guy has poetry memorized and he recites it to himself when he's dying. I hate them both!!!!!!!!!!

romance is dead. nobody even bites their lover's lip to call them desperately back to life as they kiss anymore

[vendettasfanfictioning]

For the past four (4) fucking months since I began watching this show and reading fanfics, I've been bending myself backwards trying to understand the hype between sabriel and now? Now I get it.

[destielomegaversebigbang]

Red-Collared Omega

Posting September 2, 2024

Fic by SamandDean76

Art by TwinOne

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Castiel had been sold by those who were supposed to protect him, the proceeds used to pay off his parents’ debts. But he was up for sale once more, after a thorough inspection by a doctor revealed that the Alpha who purchased him had been swindled, as Castiel was a broken Omega. Ordered not to say a word, he sits on the porch and waits for fate to guide him to where he is needed most.

Dean had gone off to war and served his country valiantly. But the nightmare hadn’t ended when he was rescued from the camp where he had been held by brutal monsters. Dean came back to the world broken, and took refuge on his little farm, where he stayed hidden with the help of his brother Sam, and his Omega, Gabriel. The mated couple try everything to heal Dean, but what the Alpha needs more than anything else is an Omega of his own. But what self-respecting Omega would even want him?

Castiel is rescued by Sam and taken to a home unlike any he has ever known. Filled with love, kindness, and an Alpha he can’t stop thinking about. One that society has deemed irreparable, but Castiel refuses to give up on Dean. And decides that fate will help them to find their happy ending.

Tags: Alpha Dean, Omega Castiel, Alpha Sam, Omega Gabriel, Background Sabriel, War Veteran Dean, Caretaker Castiel, PTSD, Erectile Dysfunction, Mating Bites, Collars, Knotting, Blow Jobs, Thin Walls Lead To Overhearing Intimate Acts, Bees, Arts & Crafts, Broken Dean, Castiel Heals Him, Sam & Gabriels’ Relationship Is Used By Castiel To Understand A Healthy Relationship, Past Abusive Sex Is Remembered, Non-Graphic Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Eventual Happy Ending, Top Dean, Bottom Castiel, Mute Dean – Gets Better, Panic Attacks, True Mates, MPreg, Deliveries Are Not Described, Like Magic – Children Just Appear

Excerpt below the cut

Castiel would try to stay awake for the next part, his favorite part, but also, hands down, the most frustrating part of his day. When Dean would wake from his restive slumber on the couch and follow the scent of the Omega until he was standing next to the bed, following his instinctual urges. Castiel would wake to find himself being stripped of his sleep attire, and then he was held tight against the Alpha of his dreams. Soft kisses being pressed to the back of his shoulders, a hot tongue swiping over his mating gland which left Castiel baring his neck, while he prayed that tonight would be the night.

But the mating bite was never given, and they would simply spend the night together, snuggled close as their legs tangled, and Castiel’s own arms lay upon the ones that were wrapped around his slender waist. Dean leaving with the first rays of the sun spilling into the room every morning, which resulted in Castiel wrapping his arms tighter around himself and pondering what he needed to do to convince the Alpha that they should take whatever it was that they had between them to the next level.

Castiel could understand, he really could. One doesn’t simply get over trauma in the blink of an eye and given what had come to pass on that first morning, Dean still clearly had a way to go until he was the picture of perfect mental health. The fact that he didn’t speak when he was a very well-read individual was concerning. The Alpha would sometimes bring a book to the clearing, reading a chapter or two with Castiel tucked into his side. All of the words were there, lurking just under the surface, but not daring to come out.

[lab-trash]

Another Supernatural Human AU prompt, this time Midam. Well, also Destiel and Sabriel, but the Midam is the most important bit.

So, you know the classic human Castiel and Gabriel trope, where they run away from home because their family doesn't approve of their homosexuality? We're playing off of that.

Castiel and Gabriel managed to land these amazing brothers, Dean and Sam respectively. They know their past and understand it, despite having their own family as the most important thing to them.

Speaking of which, they like to make a habit of visiting their little brother, Adam, at least once a year. Usually not on a holiday even, just going to see him.

This year when they plan it out, they plan to get hotel rooms so that Adam doesn't have to host double the amount he usually does, and while explaining that detail, Adam brings up that he too has a boyfriend.

Castiel and Gabriel are prepared to meet their boyfriends' brother and his boyfriend, but who they aren't prepared to see is their brother Michael.

Michael wasn't the worst tormentor— that of course was Luci— but he was awful to be around. Especially if it was him and Luci together.

They're very shocked to learn that Michael is dating a man. After all, he was one of the reasons they ran.

Michael explains that Adam got to him in a way that no one else, of any gender, ever had before. They were in this together, forever. He explains that he tried to find Castiel and Gabriel Shurley, but learned they must've changed their names.

Castiel and Gabriel Novak are... well, their still hurt about their past, and shocked about their present. And it's weird seeing Michael so happy with Adam.

But now they get to catch up on all the shit that went down at home once Michael realised he was gay >:)

[ornithia]

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[deadindeathvalley]

Audiobooks for Fanfiction?

Do you like fanfiction?

Are you a slave to a capitalistic system that prevents you from reading fanfiction all day every day?

Do you ever wish you could read fanfiction while doing chores?

Well good news! We are poor and struggling to pay rent, so my partner is taking commissions!

He is an aspiring voice actor who has been recording an audiobook of Sabriel (by Garth Nix) over the past couple years.

HERE is a link to Sabriel, and HERE is a link to a recent recording he did of a book I've been working on.

If you like his voice and have a fanfic in mind you'd like him to read for you, DM me, or him. (Patreon)

Note: If you are not the author, please get permission from the author before commissioning.

Pricing:

$35 per 1000 words.

$50 per 1000 words for NSFW. (This only applies to chapters or sections containing NSFW content. SFW chapters will be priced at $35/1k)

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

We are up in the chilly north this week, visiting my parents, and this is one of their cats. His name is Robert Smith Of The Cure and he's grown into sort of a little-old-man look, which is pretty appropriate given that he is at this point a venerable 18 years old. He also has thumbs, which I wasn't able to photograph just now given that he didn't want to unfold from his stately loaf. (In the past he's used his thumbs to steal green beans directly from the pot in which they were cooking, and to pull cotton swabs out of their container and drop them down the drain in the bathroom sink. He's an interesting fellow, but not a wise one.)

His cousin Sabriel, also 18, is a delicate creature and skittish around my rambunctious Gremlin; I'll get a picture of her later if I can.

[beliscary]

@necromycologist fishing these tags out of the river by the ankle like a certain prince

YOU GET IT!!!! you could find out critical information from someone's past. you could make anybody at all think they trust and know you. you could warp someone's entire perception of an event or their sense of self OR reality. you could even do this to yourself, harrow style??? what do you MEAN necromancers don't use it!!!!!

I'm just. Sabriel called a massive flood down onto an unprepared population to save her own skin from the Dead. The Dog barked and compelled a living person to fall to their death ("I made him walk"). I feel like Lils can justify something a little dubious, a little ruthless to herself. For the greater good. As a treat. gimme a dark night of the soul idk idk

AAAAAAAAUGHHHHHHHHHH I have ALWAYS needled at the thought of Sam having the Death sense and being able to cross into the River despite not being an Abhorsen. like I guess he had to be the courier that conveys the Book and Bells to Lirael and she the panpipes to him. so events needed to happen as they did but. HOLY SHIT. HIS HANDS!!! HIS TOOLS!!! the raw material of a Wallmaker was worked/forged/quenched right there in that moment in the waters of the River. CONGRATULATIONS HEDGE, YOU PLAYED YOURSELF

[ladylilithprime]

Title: Diplomatic Measures

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sastiel, Sabriel, eventual CaSaBriel

Rating: General

Word Count: 5095

Summary: Sam Winchester was taking a Saturday breather to read just for the enjoyment of it when a pair of no longer dead Angels come calling with an offer he absolutely could refuse but doesn't want to.

Tags/Warnings: Post-Series Pre-Finale, Discussion of Previous Major Character Death, References to Past Trauma

Created For: SPN Pro-Ship Bang / @spnproshipbang

Author: LadyShadowphyre / @ladylilithprime

Artist: sidewinder / @hawkland

Read on AO3 | Official Art Post

ON A TYPICAL Saturday, or really any day of the week when the residents of the old bunker in Lebanon, Kansas, were home and not off to some other corner of the country on a case, Sam Winchester could usually be reliably found sitting in the bunker's library and one or more of the lore books in his hands. Sometimes it was research for a case, sometimes it was updating records after a case, but frequently it was just reading for the sake of learning. The Men of Letters had some fascinating research, as well as some terrifying research, and even the fiction books they chose to include were a lot less fiction than the majority of the human population believed. While Dean was much more comfortable spending his downtime in more obviously fictional media when he wasn't spending some quality time tuning up the Impala, Sam found the real fantastical to be just as engaging and, he hoped, more helpful down the line in their field of work.

He had just settled in with a book about faeries, privately wishing that he and Dean had had access to this book years ago, when the stillness of the library was interrupted by the unfamiliar familiarity of wingbeats. Given the wards on the bunker and the fact that the alarms didn't even flicker, Sam was able to keep his sudden burst of alertness from turning into true alarm, but he was still putting down his book and halfway through reaching for a weapon by the time the winged visitors spoke.

"Sam--"

"Hey, Samalam--"

The two angels stopped and eyed each other uncertainly as Sam processed what he was seeing, weapons forgotten. It was Gabriel, looking stronger and healthier than he had been the last time Sam remembered seeing him, standing with a self-assurance that Sam hadn't seen from him since that fraught confrontation in a mystical hotel what felt like a lifetime ago. Beside him stood Castiel, looking younger than he had, physically much like he had appeared when they had first met despite the more at ease posture, as if the years of hardship and Falling and being human had been wiped away from his vessel without touching the mark those years had left upon the angel himself.

And they were here. Alive.

"Is it okay to hug you both?" Sam blurted out, already rising from his chair. Even if they said no, anything that had two previously dead and newly resurrected angels showing up in front of him was probably going to require standing, but damn if Sam didn't really, really want to hug them.

Castiel was the first to open his arms, no doubt because he was the more used to offering and receiving hugs when it involved Sam, but Gabriel was quick to do the same. Two long strides had Sam close enough to hug them, one arm going around each angel and feeling the solid weight of them both along with the familiar zip and crackle of Grace just beneath the surface. Gabriel tensed up a little at first, but he relaxed surprisingly quickly, melting into Sam just as much as Castiel was. Sam let himself indulge in just getting to hold them both for a long moment, reimprinting the scent and sound and feel of them both, physical and metaphysical.

Eventually, when he had managed to convince his brain that this was real and both Castiel and Gabriel were really here, Sam made himself loosen his grip on the pair. The slackened hold drew twin sighs from the angels, and neither of them appeared to be in a hurry to pull away, so Sam made himself ignore that insidious little voice trying to tell him he shouldn't be forcing the angels to endure contact with him and let his hands settle on their shoulders as he drew back enough to see their faces.

"So, uh, in case it wasn't obvious, I'm very glad to see you both," he said, swallowing down the lump of emotion that kept trying to form in his throat.

Castiel's expression brightened, apparently glad of the verbal confirmation despite the hugging, and Sam mentally resolved to reinforce the idea that the angel was welcome for as long as he could be there. Gabriel's expression, however, underwent a rapid shuffle through several different emotions too quickly for Sam to follow before settling on concerned. "What's wrong?"

Sam blinked. "Nothing? Well, I mean, there's probably something going wrong for someone somewhere, but I don't know about it."

"That is good to hear," Castiel offered, glancing at Gabriel, who frowned.

"Nothing's wrong?" Gabriel repeated, glancing around the room. "Where's Dean-o, then?"

"In the garage giving the Impala a spa day," Sam answered, lips twitching at the smacked-with-a-fish expression that crossed Gabriel's face. "Full wax, leather conditioning, and detailing. I stopped listening when he started muttering about finding the tiny brushes. Did you want me to go get him, or...?"

"Perhaps later," Castiel said, when Gabriel continued to just stare. "While I am sure Dean would appreciate being informed of our renewed existence at some point, now is perhaps not the best time to invite the inevitable awkwardness and shouting."

"So long as you don't leave it too long," Sam cautioned, before fixing Castiel with a stern look, "And seriously, Cas, you gotta quit using 'I love you' to mean 'goodbye', dude. That was the third time! He's developing a complex about it."

"Kinda thought that would've been reason for you to go to Dean first, bro," Gabriel drawled, eyeing Castiel in a way that made Sam very aware of a second conversation going on beneath the spoken words, and of the way neither angel had let go of him any more than he had released them.

"The awkwardness of dealing with the aftermath of how I left things with Dean is precisely why I chose not to seek him out first," Castiel said evenly. "While I would hope he would know better than to misconstrue the meaning behind my words at the time, unlike so many of our siblings, speaking with Dean about emotional topics is... delicate."

"And will probably require alcohol," Sam chimed in with a sigh. "He's getting better about it, but then we're both still sorting out exactly how much of ourselves is really us rather than how Chuck wrote us to be."

They had already noticed certain differences. Sam still focused more on eating healthy and avoided certain foods, but Dean was less resistant to the vegetables that became increasingly present in their meals. Sam, too, had noticed that he had less aversion to baked goods, and had even managed to pull up some of Jess's recipes from the far corner of his laptop hard drive to start baking again. The grief was still there, but it bit at him less sharply without Chuck prodding the wound for his entertainment.

"So, you two had a reason to come find me specifically?" he asked, forcefully dragging the conversation away from that road for now. Castiel and Gabriel exchanged another heavy look, and Sam heard the faint rustle of feathers. "And I take it everyone's wings have been restored, since you flew in here?"

"We probably should have knocked," Castiel murmured.

"Guests knock," Gabriel argued. "We're still residents, or at least I assume so since the wards didn't kick us out."

"You're both still keyed into the wards," Sam confirmed, mentally shying away from the reason for that. No use unkeying someone who's dead, and no reason to put up anti-angel wards with Jack having promised to keep Heaven's business contained to Heaven. Which brought him back to why Castiel and Gabriel were here. "Animal, vegetable, mineral, celestial, or infernal?"

"What?" Gabriel blinked, just as Castiel said, "Celestial. Partially animal."

"Okay, then... human, angel, vessel, or nephilum?" Sam followed up. At Gabriel's slightly strangled noise, he added, "There's only so many situations that can be attributed to both celestial and animal, and intent to be hands off or not I kinda figured Jack knows Dean and I are willing to be on-call for the things that slip through the cracks. Technically."

"There should not be any further instances of angels taking human vessels," Castiel said at length. Gabriel grimaced, but nodded.

"Kid wasn't wrong about how skeevy and disruptive it is," he said, sighing. "While the practice was originally meant to allow angels to have the counsel of their vessel's life experience and cultural understanding when down here on assignment, that part of the deal apparently got deliberately forgotten when Mike and Raph started ramping up the early Apocalypse in favor of just using the human's soul as a back-up battery for their own power. Even the angels like Cassie here who tried to learn about human culture anyway didn't always understand what they learned. So now, any angels who're gonna be spending a lot of time on Earth get custom-tailored vessels. Ta-da!" he added, with an eyebrow wiggle.

"I thought you were a little taller than I remembered," Sam teased lightly.

"Just because you grew up to be a Samsquatch," Gabriel started, breaking off with a grunt when Castiel shifted very slightly. He gave the seraph an incredulous look. "Did you seriously just--"

"It felt both appropriate and pertinent," Castiel interrupted dryly. Returning his attention visibly to Sam, he went on, "As you no doubt suspect, creating a custom vessel that does not need to be sustained by a human soul but will also hold up to the strain of containing the essence of an angel - or Archangel - is a rather energy-intensive and time-consuming process. To that end, those of us who had previously maintained a lengthy and consistent presence on Earth were given priority to allow us to establish ourselves and create an appropriate orientation center for any other angels required to be on Earth interacting with people. And yes, I am aware of the irony of my being considered most knowledgeable in how to interact with people," he added.

"Don't give yourself so little credit, Cas," Sam said, squeezing the seraph's shoulder gently. "For having had to figure it out largely on your own with only what little, inconsistent help Dean and I have been, you've done an amazing job. And I'm sorry we weren't better help to you when you needed us most."

"Extenuating circumstances," Castiel excused delicately, no doubt not wanting to bring up Gadreel and Dean's complicity in the deception and Castiel's banishment from their sides. Gabriel was looking less than happy but unsurprised, which probably meant he had either been informed about the situation or was reading Sam's mind. To test that, Sam quickly cycled his thoughts through the latest of Jess's recipes he'd been looking at, which caused Gabriel to hum and Castiel to look abashed. "Apologies, Sam. Our current situation and continued proximity is making it difficult to respect your mental privacy as much as we all would usually prefer."

"I'll let it slide for now," Sam murmured, catching the implication. "You were saying?"

"Yes, well," Castiel's eyes darted to the side away from Gabriel before going back to determinedly meeting Sam's. "Part of establishing ourselves on Earth and creating an orientation center is finding appropriate human partners. To help keep us in touch with the culture about which we are meant to instruct our brethren when they come down." He shifted, and Sam felt the hand the seraph still had resting on his back curl to grip his shirt. "While the nature of this partnership and the accompanying bond is not required to be romantic or sexual in nature, I trust you understand why I would choose to broach the subject with you first before speaking to your brother."

"Um," Sam managed intelligently. Yeah, he could understand why Castiel might want to hold off on talking to Dean about something like that, especially with the mention of a bond. It was hardly a secret that Dean had issues with intimacy and commitment, and after so many years and a bored God making them dance around for his amusement it was safe to say that Dean's issues had issues. Sam, at least, had been "lucky" enough to be the consistently emotionally self-aware one between the two of them and so had less of his own psychology to actively question or attempt to rewrite. Hearing words like "partnership" and "bond" didn't cause Sam the same level of panic he knew Dean would feel.

Nor was it at all unexpected that Castiel would choose to come to them to form those bonds, however undeserving they might feel of being chosen. Eleven years was a long time for a human, and Castiel's perceptions of time and humanity had undergone several changes during those eleven years. His attachment to the Winchesters had also undergone changes, but had remained fairly constant despite Naomi's best efforts, or so Castiel had told Sam once. It didn't surprise Sam that Castiel would come to him and Dean for such a partnership. It barely surprised him that Castiel would come to Sam first.

What did surprise him was Gabriel.

"Hell, Sambala, it's not like I spent a lot of time hanging out with a bunch humans knowing who and what I am," the Archangel huffed, avoiding his eyes when Sam looked at him. "You and Deanmeister are pretty much the closest I've got to friends left down here. Sure, I could probably go out, find someone to hook up with, but whether I could actually open up to them enough to bond like that... At least you know the history I've got, and if you say no then I'm no worse off than before."

"I see," Sam mumbled. And he did see. There was a lot of drama and upheaval and tragedy in Gabriel's history, things that made it difficult to open up to people. Sam had been there for some of that history, or been there for the aftermath and heard the stories. They had a connection, had since that case years ago in Ohio where Gabriel had led a pair of experienced but painfully naive hunters on a merry chase, even tried to make friends in his awkward way. Sam knew there was probably a lot that he didn't know, but apparently Gabriel trusted him to know it or to let Gabriel share it in his own time.

He also didn't seem to expect Sam to agree, but had still been surprised by Castiel's presence when they had arrived. And neither of them had left, or let go of Sam. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Tell me about these bonds. I'm guessing there's nothing preventing you from having bonds to multiple humans if Cas was looking for me with the idea of talking to Dean later. Are the humans restricted to bonding with just one angel?"

"Kinky," Gabriel drawled, waggling his eyebrows again. "Looking to start an angel harem, Samnykins?"

"Not sure two really counts as a harem, Gabrielicious," Sam deadpanned, getting a startled look from Gabriel in response. More seriously, Sam went on, "Look, whatever your reasons, you both came to me and I'm not going to turn either of you away. I missed you both."

I mourned you both. Again, he thought silently, unable to push the words past his throat but still needing to convey them. From the way both angels shifted closer, he could tell they heard it.

"There is no limit to the number of bonds permitted save in the compatibility of all individuals," Castiel murmured. "Monogamy is a human convention meant for tracking the lineage of children prior to science developing to the point of DNA testing, and is quite unnecessary in our case."

"Cassie's one of the few angels I can even relate to anymore, and I already figured we'd end up sharing space," Gabriel shrugged. "If he can put up with having me around, I'm fine with sharing."

"We're figuring out a different way of explaining it to Dean, though," Sam warned, getting understanding nods in return. "Anything else I should probably know about this before I agree?"

"Look at you, learning to get all the info before jumping in feet first," Gabriel cooed. This time, his jerk in response to whatever Castiel did put him in range for Sam to flick his ear. "Hey!"

"Nothing's broken and the world isn't ending," Sam said dryly. "I don't actually have to make a snap decision based on limited available information this time, and I do remember certain conversations about angelic bonds. Eternal commitment isn't something you just jump into or we'd be having this conversation in Vegas."

"We still could," Gabriel pointed out. His shoulders slumped at the looks both Sam and Castiel shot him. "Okay, no, we couldn't. Your brother would break out the holy oil to deep fry us if he didn't get to attend your wedding."

"So this is more along the lines of a marriage bond?" Sam raised an eyebrow, glancing between Castiel's sudden bashful look and Gabriel's unrepentant smirk.

"Hey, you're the one who brought up Vegas," the Archangel said. Sam just looked at him, and eventually Gabriel rolled his eyes. "It's more like an engagement than anything, at least for us. I'm not gonna make any promises when it comes to you and Cassie, though, especially given how thoroughly entangled he's been with you and your big bro the last decade."

"Those bonds would have been broken with my death," Castiel pointed out without inflection. Sam felt the very slight tremble in his frame and squeezed again. "The entity would have wanted to ensure that I had nothing tethering me to life any longer."

"That just means when you reestablish the bonds they could snap back into place even stronger," Gabriel pointed out. He shifted slightly, and Castiel's eyes fluttered closed before going wide to look at Gabriel. The Archangel smiled wryly at the seraph. "Can't fool me, baby brother. That's the real reason you came to Sam first, isn't it?"

"Is that not why you came to Sam first yourself, brother?" Castiel responded archly. Sam was once again aware of another layer of conversation taking place between the two angels, like a static feedback against his nerves. To his surprise, all humor fled from Gabriel's expression as he turned very serious.

"I was always going to come to Sam first," he admitted with the weight of confession. "Dean's easy enough to build a rapport with on the surface, but that's as deep as it goes. For a real bond, it was always going to be Sam." Then, like a light switch being flipped, the smirk was back. "Plus, as volatile as the Dean Machine was last I knew, I'd just as soon wait and see how his psychology is gonna shake out now before I trust him to get all up in my feathers. They need a delicate touch, you know!"

As if a skilled mechanic like Dean would not have a delicate enough touch for an angel's wings. Sam kept that thought silent where it could be ignored by the angels as he rather suspected that it wasn't the capability of Dean's hands to manage delicacy that was in question.

And then the full impact of the implications hit Sam and he found himself clutching at the angels' shoulders to keep himself from falling over or sinking to the floor as his vision tunneled. He vaguely heard what sounded like a yelp from Gabriel around the roaring in his ears as strong arms hurriedly went around him from two directions. The vague awareness he had of that skittering electric Grace grew stronger, enveloping him in buzzing bees and crashing waves.

Is this another dream? Sam wondered, closing his eyes and holding on to Castiel and Gabriel for dear life as he struggled to push past the dizziness and the magnitude threatening to sweep him under. Did I fall asleep and dream you both back to life again and that's why you're here offering me everything I ever could have imagined wanting?

"Breathe, Sam," Castiel's voice rumbled close to his ear, and Sam struggled to obey, to draw in a deep breath that filled his nose with the scents of petrichor and sage and candyfloss thick enough to drown in. "You are awake. I am here. Gabriel is here. We are real. We are alive."

"We love you, kiddo, honest," Gabriel's voice echoed, just a little further away, a whisper of breath against the skin of Sam's throat where his shirt collar opened. "Not a trick or a prank or a goodbye. No obligation, no time constraints, no need to choose between us or anything else dumb and limiting like that."

Sam trembled. Swallowed. "Can I... can I look at you?"

"All you gotta do is open your eyes," Gabriel answered, but there was a note of confusion in his voice, like he couldn't understand why Sam would ask such a thing.

Castiel understood better, if the sharply indrawn breath was anything to go by, and his voice held a note of urgency when he said, "Take it slowly. We are at full strength again and will be considerably brighter than when you last looked upon either of us."

"Oh, sh--" Gabriel cut himself off on the realization as Sam's hold on both angels tightened and he let down his mental walls, all the shields and barriers he had built to try and keep his powers in and other beings out, then gingerly opened his eyes.

Bright was an understatement. Staring directly into the sun would have seemed dim in comparison to the brilliant aurora that filled his vision, a clashing kaleidoscope of colorful energy patterns that swirled and danced together and apart, contained to each separate angelic sphere even as they reached across the barriers to entwine together with each other. Sam squinted into the brightness as he let his eyes adjust physically and metaphysically, the tears gathering in his eyes from seeing and recognizing the way those tendrils of angelic energy were reaching out to him as well, not as an invasion but as a supplication.

They really, truly, honestly wanted him, were practically yearning for him, and yet still they were leaving it up to him to say that they were welcome.

"Sam," the glowing form to his right resonated with the sounds of crashing waves and trumpeting horns. "Sammy, hey, dial it back a notch, kiddo, your eyeballs are starting to smoke."

"Can we not 'dial it back' for him?" came the voice to his left that echoed with tolling church bells and screaming crows amid the hiss of rain. A moment later the harshly glowing figure to his left became softer and less focused and yet somehow more solid. Sam caught the flurry of color from his right before that form, too, became both more condensed and more diffuse at once, easing the strain on his eyes and awareness.

With that lessening of brightness and pressure, Sam became aware of the fact that his eyes burned and his skull was practically splitting open from the pounding headache. Quickly, he began pulling up walls and barriers, one after another, until he could look at Castiel and Gabriel again and see their new, chosen vessels with only the hinted afterimages of their respective halos and the shifting, rustling expanses of full-fledged, whole and healthy wings, Castiel's two leftmost wings brushing and entwined with the three rightmost wings of Gabriel's set, the other five wings reaching out to embrace Sam without actually touching him, a silent and intangible offer of their support and trust.

"Are you sure?" Sam mumbled, then felt like kicking himself. They were angels, a seraph and an Archangel, older than Time! They knew better than he could even begin to imagine what "forever" meant, and yet he still couldn't stop himself from asking. From making sure that they had really thought about this, being bound to him, for eternity.

"Been sure since Ohio, Samaluscious," Gabriel answered with a crooked grin that didn't quite conceal the edge of pain and shadows haunting that humor with the ache of a mystery spot in Broward County, Florida. "Kinda gave up on the possibility for a while there, figured I'd blown my chances sky high. I mean, even your phenomenal capabilities for forgiveness had to have a limit, right?"

"I trust you have learned better since then," Castiel remarked in a dry tone, the feathers of his wings rustling with smugness. "After all, you have not harmed or betrayed Sam or Dean as cruelly and thoroughly as I have had occasion to do, and if Sam can find it in his heart to forgive me..."

"Yeah, well, he loves you," Gabriel huffed, eyes darting away. "Even traumatized and half-comatose, I could feel that. Yeah, you did a lot of shit, but you also stuck around to make up for it. Me, on the other hand..."

"You were deprived of the opportunity to either remain or return to Sam's side," Castiel pointed out with that same delicate bluntness he had used to refer to his and Sam's shared traumas. "We cannot know now what may have happened if you had been afforded the opportunity, not for certain, but you and I both know well the pull of Sam's soul on those willing to see."

"Oh, yeah..." Gabriel all but purred, golden eyes slanting up through darker golden lashes to look at Sam. Sam felt his cheeks heating up with embarrassment at the literally glowing intensity of that gaze, more than aware that the Archangel was taking the opportunity to get his own peep show at what Sam kept beneath the bounds of his physical body, just as Sam had been looking at him and Castiel before. He let him look, figuring it was only fair, and tried not to fidget in discomfort over being so thoroughly seen, every sharp edge and scar and shadow on display, more exposed to his angels' sight than he'd ever felt buck naked.

"Beautiful," Castiel murmured, soft and insistent close to Sam's ear before lightly chapped lips brushed the stubble-roughened line of his jaw in an unmistakable kiss.

"Like looking at kintsugi marble given life and breath to speak its history like a poet to a lover," Gabriel hummed in agreement, leaning in to press his own kiss to the rightmost just of bone at Sam's clavicle, his nose brushing Sam's throat as he swallowed. The Archangel once called the Messenger of God certainly had a way with words! "Don't ever think the damage you've survived makes you less than glorious, Samazing."

"I'll have to work on that," Sam muttered, unwilling to lie to them and say he believed them, not when he knew he didn't, but more than willing to try now that he knew there would be no more divine puppet master pulling his strings to keep him from healing the wounds on his heart and soul. He took another deep breath and let it out slowly. "How do we do this, then?"

"So, I'm not sure what Cassie's plan was gonna be," Gabriel started, and Sam felt more than saw the shift of one golden-edged teal wing nudging up into iridescent rainbow-brushed black, "but assuming you didn't laugh in my face or something at the suggestion I was thinking of taking you out on a date. Nothing fancy or over the top, not this time, just someplace new to explore without the excuse or distraction of a hunt or a fight for your life."

"I, too, had something similar in mind," Castiel admitted. "Perhaps a walk through the woods that surrounds the bunker, investigating some of the terrain we had not yet ventured into the past few years?"

"That sounds nice," Sam agreed, privately thinking that it also sounded safe in case Dean came looking for him and didn't take the note he planned to leave on the table beside his book at face value. He hesitated, biting his lower lip in indecision.

"You can tell him we're alive," Gabriel said with an air of resigned humor. "Neither of us expected you to keep that a secret from him. Just say we came to you because we had a more diplomatic situation going on and we'll be around to catch up with him later when the time crunch is more relaxed."

"Nice and vague and plausible," Sam snorted softly, but smiled. It took a few more long seconds and a stern mental reminder to himself that they wouldn't disappear on him the moment he let go for Sam to unwind his arms from around them and pull away enough to scribble the intended note on a clean sheet of notebook paper. Making sure that the notebook was positioned nicely visible on the table with the edge of his book pinning down the loose edge of the paper just enough to keep it from flipping over without obscuring it, Sam straightened up and turned back to the angels - his angels, soon, and potentially more - and reached out his hands to them, smiling a little helplessly when they both immediately reached back to clasp his hands in theirs. "So, going on a walk in the woods outside isn't far, but if you'd rather fly us out there..."

"You don't mind?" Gabriel's eyebrows went up.

"Eleven years I've been around Cas, and known you for longer," Sam reminded him. "I never had the same... difficulty with angel flight that Dean does, and even humans have a thing about when a limb that was broken is finally healed and useable again we can't help but want to use it a lot."

"Fair enough," Gabriel nodded, then looked at Castiel. "You lead. Since you suggested the woods, I bet you know just where to start."

"I promise not to drop you," Castiel deadpanned, smirking when Gabriel actually groaned.

"This is the thanks I get for restoring your memories," he lamented, shaking his head theatrically to Sam's amusement. Then he smirked, stepping closer to Sam's side. "I'll just hold on nice and tight to Sammykins here, since I know you won't dare drop him in a frozen ravine."

"Of course not," Castiel said in an affronted tone as he settled himself against Sam's side in mirror to Gabriel. "It's summer, after all."

A strong beat of dark wings, a twist of celestial energy, and the three of them disappeared from the library, leaving only the echo of Sam's laughter to mark their presence.

-End-

[cliophilyra]

10 Questions For Writers

Tagged by the lovely @rdng1230

Number of works on ao3?

Just hit 50 baby! 🥳

Total word count?

206,988 apparently!

What fandoms do you write for?

Currently only 911. But in the past Supernatural (Destiel & Sabriel), Sherlock, Spideypool, Steve/Tony, Dreamling and probably others that I’ve forgotten. I’ve written a couple of things over the last couple of years but I have felt like I’ve had writers block for about 5 years which has been very shit! Something about 911 has really inspired me though and everyone I’ve met in my carefully curated corner of tumblr has been really lovely.

Do you respond to comments?

Always!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeah a couple were stolen and put on the dreaded Wattpad a year or so ago. Got them taken down fairly quickly after someone gave me a heads up tho.

Have you ever cowritten?

Not properly. I have a few fics that were discussed a lot with friends and so I’ve listed them as co-writers, but don’t have any that I fully wrote with someone else. Would definitely like to do that in the future though.

What’s your all time favourite ship?

Oh god so hard to chose. Destiel is the one I wrote for the longest but I wouldn’t say it was my favourite any more. Probably the one I found the most fun to write overall was Sabriel. I am a sucker for completely canon-less borderline crack ships. Which is probably why I am enjoying Saltommy so much at the moment!

What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m pretty good at dialogue, creating a sense of place, and I used to think I was good at smut but I’m feeling a little rusty these days after not being able to write for bloody ages.

What are you writing weaknesses?

My emotional prose and internal monologue stuff always feels clunky 😕

I think that might be because it’s been so long since I read many good non-fanfic books. I read thousands of books as a kid/teenager and now I can’t focus long enough to read a whole book 😭 Going to try and change that tho - I need to get out of the fanfic-only cycle 😊

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I didn’t start writing fanfic properly until I was about 32 and it was for Sherlock, but when I was a kid I think I wrote some X-Files stories

No pressure tags - @hardly-an-escape @rcmclachlan @alchemistc @makepeacelovejoy @evansboyfriend @kirkaut @leandra-winchester

[leatafandom]

🦮 "Gabriel's gaze couldn't stop stalling over the wound he had healed or his hands that had healed it. The slick slide of blood and the sound of shuddered breaths wouldn't leave his mind. There was no denying that the fear in his chest had been more than just the terror of losing another mortal friend, and he couldn't ignore it."

(i had to!! lol)

Lmao! I was wondering if you would. I know it was supposed to be a snippet, but... I slipped and wrote a whole fic. I hope you enjoy it!

Ship: Sabriel - Gabriel/ Sam Winchester

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1,223

Warnings and Tags hurt/comfort, blood & injury, friends to lovers, feelings realization, fluff, hurt/comfort, getting together, first kiss

It wasn't a big deal; a hunt gone wrong. It wasn't even anything spectacular. Basic human slowness and lack of higher vision, because Sam was many things but above all else he was human. Gabriel had lost humans before, it wasn't a new feeling to lose someone who was meant to die. It was an unfortunate downside of befriending mortals. This however wasn't the familiar feeling of grief. It was fear, regret, and heartache. It was the loss of something more. This time he was fast enough and flew towards the weak prayer to a rundown house filled with more than one pissed-off spirit. 

“Shit.” Gabriel didn't have any other words as he rushed to his knees before the gurgling human. ”I got ya,” he whispered, his hands wrapping around Sam's throat. Gabriel's lips tightened, swallowing back the waves of what-ifs at the slick feeling of Sam's blood between his fingers. “Give it a second, kid,” he whispered as terror gripped him even as the blood ran back into Sam's slashed open throat. “Don't try to talk, I'm here.”

The brunette tried to nod and breathe as his windpipe cleared of blood. His fingers gripped the edges of Gabriel's jacket, closing his eyes, and trusting his friend to handle helping Dean and the teenagers with him. Gabriel's eyes didn't look away from Sam as the hunter's consciousness faded at the sudden fall and rise of his blood pressure. Gabriel's eyes filled with grace, hiding his fear in fury and packing it away until Sam was back in the Impala. 

Unfortunately, he had moved past fury quickly after having cleared the ghosts that had lingered within the house. He didn't leave once the Winchesters had returned to the Bunker. It wasn't uncommon for him to hang out with them in the Bunker, but Gabriel's gaze couldn't stop stalling over the wound he had healed or his hands that had healed it. The slick slide of blood and the sound of shuddered breaths wouldn't leave his mind. There was no denying that the fear in his chest had been more than just the terror of losing another mortal friend, and he couldn't ignore it. It was all he thought about as he sat with Sam throughout his day. 

The internal contemplation left him noticeably quieter and filled with anxious movement. He couldn't help the way his gaze lingered or how he seemed to put more into being helpful rather than pushing his luck with the brothers. The older being was sure that Sam had noticed, but Gabriel had brushed anyone’s comments on his fidgeting away with a joke. The being unsure of what to do with the realization of how much Sam had come to mean to him. He pushed the questions about his behavior away until the one person he needed to talk to questioned it, and he couldn’t avoid it anymore. 

“Hey, Gabe?” When the archangel in question didn't look up, Sam signed as he glanced at him from the drawer he was shifting through. “Gabriel?” He repeated more sternly, frowning when the archangel finally looked up.  

“Huh?” 

“You're being quiet,” Sam frowned, twisting around the storage room to face the shorter being bodily. “Are you sure you're okay?” This wasn't the first time he had caught the archangel staring at his hands and falling quiet.

“I'm fine, Sam, stop mother-henning me,” he replied with a curled lip, moving a box for show. 

Sam’s frown didn't lift, studying him for a moment. “Sure.” Hazel eyes rolled as he drew out the word, watching Gabriel try to hide behind humor and his pointless shifting of crates. “Come on, I know something's on your mind. You know you can talk to me,” he offered, looking away from him and back to the list of items they were looking for. “You just seem off, lately,” he said before he read off the list again.

Gabriel huffed, poking at the box he had moved for no reason at all knowing that the weapons and ingredients they needed weren't there. He kicked the toe of his sneakers against the cement floor with a frown, determined not to start lying to Sam now. 

“I’ve just been thinkin’,” he mumbled, looking over his shoulder at the other. 

Sam didn’t look up from the list, his fingers tapping on the tabletop before moving to another cabinet and pulling out a satchel of dried plants. “Yeah, I kinda figured you were in your head.” He stood back up adding it to the small collection they had made, watching as Gabriel moved to take up the list. “Something I can help with?” 

Gabriel offered a hum and a slight nod, eyes looking from the list and towards one of the drawers. “Maybe… probably,” he said as he tossed through a row of drawers before he found the iron brand he was searching for. “I just realized something, when you were hurt like that.” 

The brunette nodded, crossing his arms over his chest as Gabriel walked back with the small token, putting it with the others. “I’ve gotten hurt before, died before. I'm fine. You healed me.” Sam’s broad shoulders shrugged, used to the risk of his profession as he grabbed a larger bowl and a jar of pig’s blood. “Thank you by the way,” he added, unsure if he had already thanked the archangel for finding him. 

The shorter being waved a hand physically brushing off the hunter's thanks. “You don’t have to thank me, Sam,” he said, narrowing and glaring at the row of cabinets and premade potions.

“So,” the brunette started, lips twisting as Gabriel glared at the cabinets before searching through them. “What did you realize?” He asked as Gabriel found the copper dagger the spell required.

He sighed looking at it as he walked back to Sam. “That I really needed you to be safe,” the shorter being mumbled, looking up at the brunette before looking down as he placed the knife with the bits of a spell they had gathered in hopes of helping a couple of hunters. When Gabriel looked back Sam’s brows were pinched and his lips already forming his next words, words Gabriel knew would give him an out if he wanted it. “I didn’t want to lose you. Lose more time together. Before we were even together. I didn’t want to be too slow, or not have enough juice... And once you were safe I just… I just wanted to kiss you.” 

After a moment his lips opened and closed without a sound, and the tall man shuffled his feet. Sam’s brow didn’t loosen nor break Gabriel's serious stare. “Do you,” he cleared his throat, eyes darting away from the archangel before going back to him. “Do you still want to kiss me?” he asked, watching Gabriel’s fine movements closely. 

Gabriel blinked, leaning backward slightly to take in more of Sam. “Yeah?” He asked, more than said making Sam’s brows fall completely, and his lips press into an unpressed line. “I mean yes! Duh, yes I still want to kiss you,” the archangel quickly recovered, returning to the space he had filled before. 

The hunter’s lips crooked up, bending slightly for the archangel to claim his lips. Gabriel hummed into the soft press, fingers gripping the cuffs of Sam’s rolled-up sleeves. The taller man's fingers turned upwards gripping Gabriel’s forearms, parted his lips, and invited Gabriel closer. The archangel smiled into the exchange, tongue diving past the brunette’s lips as his hands climbed higher. His fingers twisted to hold onto the lapels of Sam’s overshirt keeping him close. Sam released a muffled sound against the archangel's exploring tongue, hands sliding to Gabriel’s waist for support against the archangel’s grip. He deepened the kiss as he wrapped his body around the shorter vessel, before dipping his head back to break the tender exchange. Gabriel released a groan of disappointment as he let Sam pull back for air. 

Sam hummed, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips. “We have to finish helping them,” the hunter said in a chuckled breath against his lips. 

The archangel swallowed, not wanting this to change what they had grown into. “Yeah,” he grumbled, dragging his fingers across Sam's throat before moving higher to cup his cheek. 

“I know,” he hummed, stealing another kiss. “We will.” He sighed, dragging his thumb across Sam’s bottom lip, unable to help but return the brunette's dimpled smile. Gabriel didn’t look away from his fingers as he dragged them over Sam’s smiling lips. “We’re still on for movie night, right?” He questioned, worried about the friendship he had come to cherish. 

“Of course,” Sam nodded, hearing the archangel’s subtext and sharing the worry. He offered another smile, pressing his face to the celestial's hand before he heaved a sigh. “But, not if we don’t finish the spell,” the hunter continued, nipping at Gabriel’s fingers before pulling from his reach. “After we’re done we could set it up in my room instead of the den,” he suggested turning back to the items they had. “Dean and Cas aren't supposed to be back for a few hours.” 

Gabriel hummed watching as Sam made himself busy with the list. “The day I say no to your bed is the day the sun flickers out, Sam-I-Am,” Gabriel hummed, knocking his shoulder against Sam’s side with a bounce of his eyebrow, drinking in the other’s laugh. 

“You're ridiculous.”

For the fake fic ask game

[casbutt67lue]

[BICU]My discord is lue01489 in which I use mostly for rp. If you don't have discord I can chat with you here or on Skype.

[B] please be as active as much as possible as I'm online a lot.

[BU]TO START THIS OFF. NO OCs AS MAIN CHARACTERS. SHIPS COME FIRST AND OCs CAN BE IN THE BACKROUND. THEY MUST NOT BE TO INVOLVED WITH PLOT UNLESS ITS CHILD OR FRIEND OF CHARACTER OR SHIP. THANK YOU.

This is for my rp availability. I'm in college and temporarily out of work so schedule will eventually change. (American central time)

TBD= To Be Determined

M- TBD

T- TBD

W- TBD

TH- TBD

F- TBD

SA- TBD

SU- TBD

I am an owl. I'm likely to respond even if it's past midnight.

I understand you have a life.

Just let me know ok?

[BIU] I need to know if your 16+, triggers, and your Timezone before we start the rp. Plz and thx

[BIU] SHIPS I WILL RP IS SABRIEL AND DESTIEL see rest of rules fore more details

[B]Some up front rules

In all honesty I perfer Sabriel with destiel as a background ship

I strongly perfer Gabriel

Plz no one under 16 though... I'm awkward around those younger than 16

I have no triggers so please tell me yours

I like to rp with trauma and mental illness and abuse(s) but have it as a back-story thing or mention it happening if were doing a 'save me' rp so if that bothers you please tell me up front.

I perfer AUs if you are not up to date with the show. Less risk of spoiling.

I'm not fond of real scene or play by play season episode rp and will steer clear of it but like I will be happy to do a non related to a season hunter in the Bunker or travel from motel to motel hunt style if you insist to not have an AU.

Feel free to drop a suggestion for an AU or plot.

I have a theory I like to use in rps for Gabe and if your interested ask me and I'll send it.

If OCs are asked about I'd rather be comfortable roleplaying with you before I allow them. If I like your style in character I'll give you the green light and I'll be comfortable to introduce mine. But I'll of course ask you first.

Out of character use () // to talk to me

Don't use ** for action this is not a script

Defining between paragraphs/scenes/characters just double shift or use ~ or ** between paragraphs. Nothing to fancy. I'm pretty basic.

I'll try and mirror your replys but my starters are almost always longer than the rest of my replies.

[B]RULES IN DEPTH

1. What is your Timezone- Country and State or city (mine is central and live in America in the state of Alabama)

2. What is your Age (I'm 21) (just say 16+ if your uncomfortable saying but again I perfer you to at least be 16) but I normally do 18+ rps unless your under 18.

3. Literate or Semi lit, 3rd person only, I write like a book, no less than 3-5 sentences as a reply

4. I allow OCs but not to fond of ocxmain-character... Sorry. I'll allow it on certain occasions as long as we can have one of my main ships.

5. I can play any spn character good or bad

6. I will play John if we do a Johnlock crossover with spn (currently not looking)

7. I will play Crowley if we do a Good Omens ship crossover with spn and can also merge the Sherlock ship

8. Nothing sexual if your a minor

9. I have AU's planned if you don't have rp ideas.

10. I mainly ship Sabriel and Destiel but accept certain ones... see ships wiki and non insest lgbt+ ships (perfer gxg, nbxany, poly, gxb as a backround ship and mainly bxb as the main though)

11. None of my OC's are straight (but straight is ok)

12. I will allow main characters and OC's to have a romantic FLING NOT PERMANENT relationship if only needed for drama or a non main character and OC can be together.

13. No dating yourself. If two characters are both played by you they can't date unless you give me one of the characters to play

14. Straight characters and relationships are allowed but I perfer bxb or gxg or poly of a mix if needed

15. I can play your OC if needed and you can play mine if needed

16. I'm open for suggestions like topic change

17. Loki from Marvel is allowed and usally given to you, the other roleplayer, use him as you please but must have a relationship good or bad with Gabriel (I rather love Loki tbh. Not spn version much but mcu Loki. And I love it if you know Norse Myth version of Loki and combine him/her/them) NGL I usually turn Loki into a tired soccer mom or Gabe's best friend who keeps trying to get into his or his partners pants if we're not using my OCs I have for Loki specifically.

18. What season of spn are you on? cuz I've seen them all

19. I do time skips just tell me before doing a timeskip

20. If a rp gets boring say it is and we can change it, or I will if it gets dull

21. I perfer Gabriel and he will be involved in any way possible (unless you want him telling me ahead of time)

22. I ship Destiel, Sabriel mainly and will allow Crobby, megstiel occasionally, and others, just read the ships wiki, and never wincest. Ever.

23. What season are you on? I'm up to date.

24. I mainly rp with AUs and plots which I also have a wiki to

[maighdean-ailceimic]

Familiar faces

|| Closed starter for @melancholynobleman ||

“Evening, miss.” The barkeep nodded in acknowledgement. “Bit earlier than usual tonight. Not sure if he’ll be in but he usually isn’t gone for this long.”

Sabriel inwardly sighed despite offering a pleasant smile. “Thank you, good sir.”

The barkeep studied her after his eyes flickered towards some other patrons. “Have you other family you can stay with? It’s not the norm around these parts for young women to linger on their own.”

“My cousin should be in town from Machecoul tomorrow morning. If Grandfather doesn’t show up this evening, I shall leave to join my family there.” The lie came effortlessly. Not the location but that she had people expecting her.

“Tis a shame that you would leave us so soon, Miss Briel.”

Sabriel couldn’t resist a grimace before she steeled her expression into that befitting the naïveté young woman. She turned towards the youth who sat with a couple of his friends, smiling pleasantly. She understood his attraction, for she physically seemed around his age…give or take a year…but nothing about him was appealing to her.

“Rather rude to listen in on others’ conversations, sir.” She retorted before looking to other patrons she had befriended during her stay. “I promised everyone more songs, no? What instrument has anyone brought tonight?”

An older man, Jon if she remembered correctly, lifted his fiddle. “Just tuned her, miss.”

“Wonderful.” Sabriel moved past the group of young men, ensuring she was outside of arm space, before taking a place at the hearth. She ignored the cold stare from the youth who spoke earlier, clearly disliking that she had easily disengaged from him, and began to sing while Jon played.

[actuallycassidyiambusy]

Yo. I thought I was past my Sabriel phase…and here you are dragging me back.😭😜🥰

On God, bro I thought I was past it too. Then I got back into Supernatural and I started seeing the posts again. It's a vicious cycle 😭😂