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Rough Day by guardianangelcas
Fandoms: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types
12 Mar 2023
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Who knew that agreeing to babysit a bounty hunter’s weird, green little child would be so full of surprises.
**Deviates from canon during the final arc of s1 of the Mandalorian, characterizations based on early s1 Mando
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Dean has no time for subtlety now. He pulls Cas harshly against his chest and wraps both arms around him, only holding tighter as Cas pushes against him in an effort to separate them. Dean shuts his eyes tight against the sudden heat of tears and ducks down to bury his face against Cas’ throat. They both tremble as the cosmic darkness spreads its thick mass around the both of them, not caring a bit that there’s more than one being in its embrace.
Post-Despair fix it because what is canon if not a template?
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Dean’s brain shorts out. This can’t be happening. This cannot be happening, right now, to him.
Why the hell did he let Cas watch TV, who thought that was a good idea? Angels shouldn’t learn about human stuff! It messes with their brains. It makes them weird. Cas is weird, and it’s Dean’s fault. Dean’s fucked him up by teaching him about Doctor Sexy and Britney Spears and erectile disfunction ads and dirty movies. He’s learning the wrong words.
Cas comes back wrong, and Dean has to deal with it.
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He breathes — he is breathing — and somewhere there is a part of him that swells with this breath. Othered from the Shadow, from its limitless void, he is rising to the surface, taking form.
"Cas."
Strange that he should hear, in this place where there is no sound. Strange that it should warm him, grace and soul and body.
"Cas, buddy, you gotta help me out here."
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Cas is being woken from his slumber in The Empty. Dean is here to rescue him, and Cas journeys through the Dark to get to him, to grasp the hand being extended to him.
A small exploration of Castiel's story, his relationship with humanity, and most of all, love.
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He doesn't know who to blame anymore, who's at fault at the root of everything. It's Dad. It's Mom. It's Mary, and it's John. It's Dean, at the end of the day. What do the roots matter when the tree is on fire?
"I don't want to be the Dean you wanted me to be," Dean tells her quietly.
Mary swallows. "Don't worry, you're not."
"What's he like? That Dean."
"Just like you."
"Then what's the difference?"
"He never lost his mom."