#The Empty

[strawlessandbraless]

Dean and Cas + confronting their own Empty

[dreampencil]

Waiting for paint to dry...so here is Dean silenced by the Empty.

Mars lumograph black + watercolour.

Cas version here

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[sweetonsugden]

Misha played 7 different other characters on SPN and individualized each one. He’s so good!

I was reminded of Emmanuel!Cas. That makes 8!!!

Thanks @chlochette-sunde 💕

[jasprboi]

[dirigibleplumbing]

4 years later.

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

SPN 15x20 summarized:

I'm going to need some talented artist to make a comic of this now

[georgiacooked]

TMA episode sketch: Episode 21, Freefall

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

[strawlessandbraless]

The way Cas was so immediately whipped for Dean Winchester

Like here, take this angel blade. It can kill any angel, including myself

I carved protective sigils into your ribs, you’ll be hidden from any angel including myself

I will rebel for you. Against god, against heaven, against my fellow angels, and against who I once was

I’ll take on your brother’s trauma, I’ll get you out of purgatory, I’ll abandon armies for you, I’ll pull you back from being a demon, I’ll be here protecting you even when we’re the last two people on earth, I’ll face the Darkness for you, the Devil, Death and the Empty. I’ll love you even if it kills me.

[allaboutyn]

the empty telling cas "i know who you love" will always haunt me.

[dujekdkxuuen]

How long did Dean sit there after the empty took Cas? Alone on the cement floor with the bloody hand print on his arm. He watched his best friend, father of their son, and love of his life be ripped away from him. What did Dean say to convince himself to get up and keep going?

[redux-iterum]

Monsters: The Empty

“No, I’ve seen it! I swear!”

“You’ve seen nothing.” Copperpaw rolls her eyes and tucks her meal closer to her chest. “You’re a liar, Fogpaw.”

The older apprentice scowls at her with much the same annoyance in his eyes of someone spoiling his joke before it had left his mouth. “It’s real, and I’ve seen it.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I did!”

A trio of kits watch the pair go back and forth, huddled tightly together and looking less than enthusiastic. One of them raises a ginger paw and says meekly, “Um, Adderpaw says he saw it.”

“See?” Fogpaw nods smugly at his tortoiseshell companion. “Even Adderpaw agrees.”

“He’s a liar, too,” Copperpaw says, and starts on her mouse.

“Say what you want,” Fogpaw says in a lofty, soft voice he uses whenever he’s about to tell a story. “But I can tell you all about it, chriil*.”

The kits, if it’s possible, pack closer to each other and stare up at Fogpaw with wide, nervous blue eyes. Fogpaw half-squats in front of them, eyes narrowed suspiciously and paws spread theatrically wide as if he’s preparing to run from an enemy.

“Now, long ago,” he begins, “it happened that there was a cat – an innocent, normal cat, just like you and me. But he foolishly left his Clan for an adventure and found himself in the Aulmir, that hive of humans, that forest of stone and metal. He thought everything was just fine; it was just another place to explore for him.”

One of the patched kittens shivers, imagining an alien world of straight lines and unnatural buildings, cold grey with some dull red-brown packs of rocks piled together to make a place for humans to walk in and out of. Her father had described it to her once as the most dangerous place in the world, and she’s never forgotten that.

“But what an idiot he was!” Fogpaw says with a flourish of his paw, half-swiping an invisible fool. “He marched right into the darkest corner of the Aulmir, where hungry and vicious rogues were waiting for a victim. They trapped him, and as valiantly as he fought, that only made them angry. They took care of him reaaaal quick. Wanna know how?”

The kits shudder in unison. Copperpaw says warningly, “Fogpaw…”

“They tortured him,” Fogpaw whispers dramatically. He leans in closer to the kits. “Skinned him and took away his pelt, pulled his eyes out, yanked his tail off…they even took his claws and teeth.” His voice goes from a whisper to a hiss. “And they took his meat and walked away, eager for their new, fresh meal.”

The ginger kit whimpers, his adorable kit-blue eyes wet with fear.

“Come on, Fogpaw, leave them alone.”

“I’m not done with my story,” Fogpaw sniffs at Copperpaw. He immediately drops back into his tale-weaving mode. “But his soul was still in that meat. In his agony and anger, he transformed into the most powerful wraith of them all. Even as his body died, and he became nothing more than a skinless spirit, he took his vengeance on the rogues-“

“Fogpaw.”

“-And he took their pelts in turn, and their eyes, and their claws,” Fogpaw continues, ignoring Copperpaw gesturing at him urgently. “He could see and defend himself again, and the pain of being skinless vanished. But only for a little while. Those pelts rotted and fell off of his ghostly form, and the pain and blindness and weakness came back, so unbearable that he attacked the first cat he saw and stole their pelt. And another, and another…and now, all he can feel is that terrible agony and a desperation to make it go away.” His eyes have a ghoulish light to them. “Now, he steals the skin and eyes and claws of any cat he can find, just for a moment of peace. So you better be careful when you’re apprentices, and you’re in the woods alone, because he doesn’t discern between the young and the old. And he wants that pain to stop.”

“FOGPAW!”

The grey tom flinches. He doesn’t have to look back to see the matriarch looming over him, bristling and with her teeth bared as she growls, “You’re frightening the kits with a fake monster again?”

Copperpaw doesn’t bother to defend him. She munches on the meat of her mouse, watching in dry amusement as Mottleflower shouts at Fogpaw, the kits running to hide under her belly with great relief that Fogpaw is most certainly not feeling.

That’s what you get for telling stupid, edgy stories, Copperpaw thinks, and licks her chops.

*”Chriil”: plural for “chrii”, literally meaning “little changing cat”, equivalent to calling someone “kid” or “junior”.

[szlez]

Wake Up, Cas

The second part of my November 5th celebration diptych.

You can find the first part here.

[fkaart]

WHY ARE YOU AWAKE??

The Big Empty (13×4)

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[heller-jensen]

do you think, before the deal, castiel used to stand outside and close his eyes and tilt his face up to the sun? before the empty said "someday, when the sun shines down on your face, when you are truly happy, that's when i'll come?" do you think dean noticed him staying inside more, after? tried to encourage him to go out and garden? tried to invite him out to fish or walk or have a picnic? do you think dean saw it as a slight? except then, at night, castiel would join him on the hill above the bunker to stargaze, or sit beside him in his recliner in the deancave to binge a show and he'd think "maybe he's okay. maybe we're okay." do you think castiel started warming in the reflection of the sun, in the glow of the moon, because at least he could have that? at least he could have dean, sometimes, in secret, in the dark? a reflection of the light, so muted that it couldn't hurt him?

so it's ironic, then, that he'd be taken away underground, in a windowless room. that the only sources of light would be his own fading grace, the bulb of dean's soul, the sparks of a scythe scraping along the walls. that the sun would be long gone. that it would have been a metaphor.

how curious, to expect an angel to understand, when he understands so little.