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Friday Free-For-All
Hey, guys! It's Friday so we are going to go nuts and prompt whatever the hell we want! Just remember to follow the rules:
- Only three posts per fandom, and only five total. If one of your prompts is answered, you may go ahead and post another.
- No spoilers for new shows/seasons until a week after airing.
- If your fill is spoilery, WARN accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass on by
Please also honor and respect our codemonkeys by following the formula for posting:
Supernatural, wee!Dean, "My first kiss was a little like this..."
Nikita/Inception, Nikita/Author's Choice, The one where she hires the team
Not finding anything that interests you? Check out our lonely prompts here.
- Only three posts per fandom, and only five total. If one of your prompts is answered, you may go ahead and post another.
- No spoilers for new shows/seasons until a week after airing.
- If your fill is spoilery, WARN accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass on by
Please also honor and respect our codemonkeys by following the formula for posting:
Supernatural, wee!Dean, "My first kiss was a little like this..."
Nikita/Inception, Nikita/Author's Choice, The one where she hires the team
Not finding anything that interests you? Check out our lonely prompts here.
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There were times, even in the beginning, where Castiel didn't know what he wanted . Was he a soldier of God? An ally to the Winchesters, who brought upon the End of Days?
Was he a good son, or a better friend?
For all of his existence, Castiel served God without question, without thought. It wasn't until he ferried Dean Winchester's soul from Hell that he began to wonder...
For all his obedience, his loyalty, his unwavering faith to his Father, Castiel doubted.
He did not laugh in Heaven, as he did with Dean. He did not feel warmth or comfort as when Dean placed a companionable hand on Castiel's shoulder.
In Heaven, he was stilted, bound by rules and an eternity of history.
Castiel was unaware of where he belonged, anymore, and confessed this to Dean.
"Look," Dean told him. "Do what feels good to you, right? Nobody's trapping you upstairs. Nobody's stopping you from flitting from Heaven to Earth. You're a free agent." He then squeezed Castiel shoulder, that simple human gesture that gave Castiel an unexpected surge of belonging.
Castiel was free to manage his time between Heaven and Earth.
However, he could not resist the urge to spread his wings, pressing against the confines and eternity of Heaven, and descend.
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