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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2. any substance (normally chemical) that kills birds.
#corpses aren’t uncommon in purgatory #they’ve seen half-dead creatures shambling through the woods #their bodies held together more by an inability to die than any life left in them #they’ve seen them so many times they forget to be shocked #but then they reach the plain #and he stands looking out over a sea of bodies #twisted and mangled and broken and burnt #charred and rotten #bones seen clearly through the tumult of flesh and feathers #but even now these birds aren’t dead #castiel remembers the burn of opening heavy eyelids to find himself alive after each new death #and he wonders which is worse: unending life or unending death?
#if it wasn’t for each other they’d both be dead by now #in hell dean was alone #and in heaven castiel had no one else #on earth there were too many others #but here in purgatory #it’s just them and the monsters #and somehow they’re far closer than they have ever been before #something about only having the other between them and oblivion has strengthened their ‘profound bond’ #and though dean would never admit it #(and neither would castiel for fear of making his only real ally hate him even more) #it feels good #in all truthfulness the need to protect the other #and those few snatched moments when the danger has passed for the time being #are all that’s keeping either of them sane #without each other #they would both be lost
#dean has no idea how long they’ve been walking before they reach the sea #it’s rough and dark and brooding #as wild and beautiful as everything here #untamed and neglected and forgotten and dangerous #beating itself defiantly against the ragged rocks #locked in an endless battle with the four winds #’we should not linger here,’ castiel says seriously #and dean can almost detect a hint of fear in the angel’s voice before it’s gone #’this is where the leviathans live’ #and dean looks out over the sea and thinks it’s no wonder the leviathans were so desperate to cling on to earth #all they really wanted was to come in from the cold
#sam sets out on his own #hits the road with dean’s music turned up loud #he’s been alone before when dean died #and in many ways this should be better #because dean isn’t dead #he’s just gone #but that just reminds sam of how alone he is now #so he packs up and leaves #criss-crossing the country and picking off leviathans #it’s not hard to kill them now #not anymore #these days the hardest thing sam winchester has to do is find a reason to get up in the morning #but he has never been the type to give up #so he keeps going #because he has to find a way to get his brother back #he always does #so he goes through the motions and prays for a miracle
#time works differently in purgatory #lurching around drunkenly #meandering in circles #until dean has no way of telling how long they’ve been there #no way of telling how long he’s been running and hiding and fighting and searching #looking for a way out #but he’s been here long enough to know that when the sun sets #when it starts getting dark #when the sky turns the colour of blood #it’s time to find somewhere safe and tucked away #time to hide and wait the night out #because if they’ve learned just one thing in all the time that they’ve been here #it’s that the creatures that lurk in the shadows are deadly in the dark
2. any intemperate or overly zealous or enthusiastic person.
#it takes dean a while to realise just what the ground here is made up of #at a glance it could just be a mix of moss stones and mud #leaves and twigs scattered like blood from a wound #but then he sees the bones #and now he can never remove that image #that knowledge #he can never take it away #he is walking on the decaying bodies of thousands #and while he knows they are monsters #the bodies still look human
a term coined by psychotherapist Peter Sifneos in 1973 to describe a state of deficiency in understanding, processing, or describing emotions. The word comes from the Ancient Greek words λέξις (a - prefix meaning “lack”, lexis - “diction”, “word”) and θυμός (thumos - “soul, as the seat of emotion, feeling, and thought”) modified by an alpha-privative, literally meaning “without words for emotions”.
#purgatory affects them in ways dean never thought it would #he has seen more than his fair share of horrors in his time but nothing terrifies and disgusts him as much as these half-formed beings #flickering between existences #dancing on the edges of reality #blurring in the corners of his eyes #not even the horror of seeing humans turned into demons can compare with this slow decay #this meandering descent into a death that is not even truly death #because even death could not survive here #’they were not always monsters’ castiel says quietly when he catches dean staring that first time #’they became monsters when they forgot how to feel’ #and that scares dean even more