Broken (The Worst is Over Now)
Broken (The Worst is Over Now) by TrenchCoat_Paradigm
Rating: Teen and Up
Word Count: 45k
Dean almost couldn’t believe it when he saw that huddled body swaddled in a tan trenchcoat sitting in the middle of the dungeon floor. Cas was back. After months of searching, digging through the archives to find a way to drag his ass out of the Empty, they had finally done it.
But something was wrong.
This wasn’t the Castiel that smiled up at him with a tearful goodbye after revealing his true happiest moment. This was a wild, snarling beast of a man, warped and twisted, feral thanks to the damage of the Empty. A man who would probably rip out Dean’s throat rather than confess his love.
Even when Dean breaks through that wild exterior, he discovers that Castiel still thinks he’s trapped in the hell that is the Empty. That nothing around him is real.
Dean just has to get through to him.
One thing I will never take for granted is that even almost four years after our show ended, we’re still getting fic. And fix it fic, at that. Four years after the end of Supernatural, and we’re still unsatisfied, and willing to write our own ending, as our beloved Misha Collins told us to do when the show ended.
Broken (The Worst is Over Now) is another one of those amazing fix-it fics that could easily stand in as a satisfying conclusion to the show, the one we didn’t get in canon. When I tell you I would have ate up an entire season of this idea, I’m not kidding. Dean is a wreck after losing Cas and using all his energy to find a way to bring him home, until his resources run out, along with his will to keep going. Instead, he’s giving in to his depression, until Sam calls in reinforcements.
Rowena. Up from hell with a spell in hand, once that successfully yanks Cas out of the Empty—only Cas thinks none of it is real, that it’s just another nasty trick being played on him by the Empty, another way to torture him, and break his spirit the same way it's been doing since his confession. What results is ultimately a story about Dean’s love, and how he comes to terms with this new version of Cas and what it takes to convince him they really are, in fact, what’s real. This is a great fic that had me laughing and in tears at various points, and if that isn’t the mark of a good fic, I don’t know what is. Add in our favorite love story and we’ll consider this one a winner.
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As a late diagnosed autist I will say one of the most damaging but transformative experiences I've ever had was being misdiagnosed with BPD.
Everyday my heart goes out to people with BPD.
The amount of stigma and silencing they face is astonishing and sickening.
I took DBT for years. Therapists use to turn me away because of my diagnosis.
I would be having full blown autistic meltdowns, crying for help literally - but because I was labeled as BPD ANY time I cried I was treated as manipulative and unstable.
As if the only reason I could be crying was if I was out to trick someone.
95% of the books out there with Borderline in the title are named shit like 'How to get away from a person with Borderline', 'How to stop walking on eggshells (with a person who has BPD)'
I was never allowed to feel true pain or panic or need.
That was 'attention seeking behavior', not me asking for help when a disability was literally inhibiting my ability to process emotions.
There were dozens of times where I had a full meltdown and was either threatened with institutionalization or told I was doing it for attention.
My failing relationships weren't due to a communication issue, or the inability to read social cues. No, because I was labeled borderline, my unstable relationships were my fault. Me beggong nuerotypicals to just be honest and blunt with what they meant was me pestering them for validation.
Borderline patients can't win.
And the funny thing is - I asked my therapist about autism. I told her I thought I was on the spectrum.
BPD is WILDLY misdiagnosed with those with autism and I had many clear signs.
Instead - she told me 'If you were autistic we wouldn't be able to have this conversation'. She made me go through a list of autistic traits made clearly for children, citing how I didn't fit each one.
And then she told me that me identifying with the autism community was the BPD making me search for identity to be accepted - and that I wasn't autistic, just desperate to fit in somewhere.
I didn't get diagnosed for another ten years. For ten years I avoided the autism community - feeling as if I were just a broken person who wanted to steal from people who 'really needed it'.
Because of my providers - I began to doubt my identity MORE, not less.
Ten years of thinking I was borderline and being emotionally neglected and demonized by a system meant to help me.
To this day, I still don't trust neurotypicals. Not fully.
I know I'm not borderline now - but my heart aches for them. Not for the usual stuff. But for the stigma. And the asshole doctors. And the dismissiveness and threatening and the idea of institutionalization hanging over their head.
I love Borderline people. I always will. I'm not Borderline but if you are I love you and I'm sorry.
You're not a bad person. You're not a therapists worst nightmare, you are a human with valid feelings and fears.
Borderline people I'm sorry.
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