SPN Fix-it Fics that made me cry ugly tears
Brilliantly written fix-its to fill the SPN hole in my heart
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Castiel slips from his chair to kneel at Dean’s feet. He takes Dean’s hands in his, and there on the floor holding something with devotion, he understands Communion. He understands Eucharist. He understands believing in someone so deeply that to shelter a piece of them within yourself is an act of untempered faith, love and prayer and deep-wide trust.
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Cas comes back. Dean can’t stop touching him.
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Dean has searched tirelessly for a way to get his Angel back. When all else fails, he makes the ultimate sacrifice.
Bookmarked by ilikethewayyoustillsayplease
31 May 2024
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Beautifully written, a very Dean way of handling how much he’d given up after Cas died, even if it meant leaving Sam behind, he finally did something just for him.
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“Right,” Dean says. He nods to himself and tries to believe that Cas means it when he says he’s going to stay. “Right, and Jack, he brought you back?”
Cas smiles softly. “Yes, it took him time to figure out how to use his powers in a way that he could reach me, but he succeeded. We had our own reunion and discussion before he brought me here.” He looks back at Dean. “You have, apparently, been quite the talk of Heaven.”
Dean frowns and finally pulls away. He would be worried, maybe is a little bit, because when do they ever really catch a fucking break, but Cas is looking at him with something so fragile in his eyes. Something light and hopeful and sad all at the same time.
“What’d I do now?”
Cas looks at him like his heart is breaking. “You prayed my name to every angel in Heaven for six days straight.”
or the one where dean grieves in his own way until jack swings a little power to give dean another shot at that love confession
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“How the fuck do you know my name?” Dean hisses.
The man doesn’t look scared. He is watching Dean like there is nothing else worth watching, lips a little parted, eyes a little soft. And blue. Real blue, like the ocean on a postcard.
The ice spreading down Dean’s spine makes him shiver.
“I suppose you could say I’m your guardian angel,” the man murmurs. His breath fogs pale between them. All of him is unnaturally warm, like Dean’s touching somebody with the sun sewn up beneath their skin. “I have known you, Dean Winchester, for a very long time.”
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Dean meets an angel who says he's from the future. It all gets a lot more complicated from there.
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