The season finale of Supernatural has sparked many fans' imaginations. This blog is a place to collect and appreciate all the pic-fics and tag-fics that are being written. If I've overlooked one, please message me to let me know. A list of tags is linked at the bottom of the page.
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They hear the music long before they come across the gramophone: it’s floating and weaving through the woods, creeping into the trees and drowning out all other sound. Dean stops to listen, for a moment, when they finally find the source. Not because it’s a good song…but because there is no record set into the device, there’s only the sound streaming out of the horn in the form of pale blue, swirling mist.
“Dean, we must leave,” Castiel frets, turning back to tug upon Deans sleeve.
“Oh come on Cas, it’s only music.” Dean huffs, stooping down to figure out exactly how the ensemble worked, and maybe discover a hint towards why it was here, in the middle of the woods, in Purgatory, in the first place.