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maychorianI am busy right now with all the joy that is moving. ::groans:: Moving back in with my parents, no less. SUCKS SO MUCH. ::groans again:: So yeah, that's why, if I don't answer comments or post for a little while. Things have to be figured out and fixed and arranged and some stuff will have to be thrown away and it's just too depressing for words.
But anyway! I continue to plug away on my Big Bang. And I really like this little snippet, so here's a tiny chunk of meta-ish contemplation from Dean's POV. No spoilers for the story, just a taste of what might be in there. (For all I know, I might delete this tomorrow.)
Castiel was completely different than Anna in every way, for one thing. Anna had been like a beam of sunlight, shining in on Dean's dark places and warming him, gently and sweetly, revealing too much but doing it out of kindness and a desire to help. And if Anna was the sun, Castiel was the moon, his radiance harsh and cold and silvered, beaming in from far out in the black void of space. He was uncomfortable and strange and made of sharp, hard angles, crazy, non-Euclidean shapes that didn't fit anywhere in the pragmatic world of Dean Winchester. His touch burned and his voice shattered glass and he wasn't here to perch on anyone's shoulder, that was for damn sure. Dean bet he didn't even like chocolate cake, and that was just plain wrong.
Before writing that bit, I really had not spent any time thinking about the character of Anna, because the revelations in that episode about the SPN God and angels and all that mythology really annoyed and weirded me out. I'm a bit more sanguine about it now, I guess.
But anyway! I continue to plug away on my Big Bang. And I really like this little snippet, so here's a tiny chunk of meta-ish contemplation from Dean's POV. No spoilers for the story, just a taste of what might be in there. (For all I know, I might delete this tomorrow.)
Castiel was completely different than Anna in every way, for one thing. Anna had been like a beam of sunlight, shining in on Dean's dark places and warming him, gently and sweetly, revealing too much but doing it out of kindness and a desire to help. And if Anna was the sun, Castiel was the moon, his radiance harsh and cold and silvered, beaming in from far out in the black void of space. He was uncomfortable and strange and made of sharp, hard angles, crazy, non-Euclidean shapes that didn't fit anywhere in the pragmatic world of Dean Winchester. His touch burned and his voice shattered glass and he wasn't here to perch on anyone's shoulder, that was for damn sure. Dean bet he didn't even like chocolate cake, and that was just plain wrong.Before writing that bit, I really had not spent any time thinking about the character of Anna, because the revelations in that episode about the SPN God and angels and all that mythology really annoyed and weirded me out. I'm a bit more sanguine about it now, I guess.
