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Fic: calling from a land line
Title: calling from a land line
Genre: Gen or slash
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Characters: Dean
Rating: Mature/R (for swearing)
Word Count: 553
Disclaimer: All for fun, none for profit.
Summary: A handful of Dean's prayers to Castiel when they were in Purgatory, in the form of a prose-y poem.
Warnings/tags: Angst, swearing, poetry, kind of an unhappy ending (but we know from canon that Cas will be back)
A/N: Written for the Swan Song Bingo, Purgatory!Dean square (season 8). You can choose to read this with slash goggles or not; it's about as shippy as they get on the show (which, let's be honest, is fairly shippy if you want to read it that way). I don't think I've ever done fic-as-poetry before and I really enjoyed it! I hope you all do, too.
Read on AO3
***
first night
hey, Cas, it’s me
I’m up in a tree
…fuck, that rhymed
anyway
I guess something must’ve jumped you
hope you’re all right
listen
find me as soon as you can, okay?
this place blows
but at least we can fight these fuckers off together
one week
Cas, it’s me
again
where are you, man?
it’s been a week
you better not be fucking dead
you hear me?
maybe something’s got you trapped
I dunno
they seem more like the killing type here
but I haven’t been here that long so
I guess I don’t know everything
I’ll keep looking for you
but you better come find me ASAP
one month
hey Cas
no idea if you’ve got your ears on
does prayer work in Purgatory?
maybe the fucking celestial vibes
or whatever
are different
or maybe your head’s still kind of screwed
from taking Sam’s crazy
I dunno
if you can hear this,
come find me already
three months
Cas, you listening?
it’s me, as usual
you wanna know something fucked up?
I’m getting used to this place
just run, hide, fight, kill
it’s weird here
I don’t get hungry
I don’t get that tired
sometimes I sleep anyway,
just to pass the time
but mostly I’m on the move
too dangerous to keep still for long
dude, my hair hasn’t even fucking grown
I don’t have a beard
I guess cause this is like
monster heaven
or monster hell
I dunno if they like it or not
probably some of ’em do
maybe most
…
I sort of feel like I’m starting to like it
what does that make me, do you think?
…
please come find me, Cas
I don’t know who I am
six months
Cas
I don’t know why I’m still doing this
hope springs fucking eternal, huh?
no, fuck that
I know you’re not dead
I don’t know how but I do
something must be wrong
something had better be wrong
or I’m going to kick your feathery ass
once I finally find you
I’ve gotten real good at that shit
since I got here
and I wasn’t exactly bad at it before
you hear me, Cas?
it’d be better
if you came and found me first
nine months
listen, Cas
I met this guy
I mean, when I say guy
I mean vampire
anyway
he seems like he’s on the up-and-up
he says he can get me out of here
I’m gonna get you out, too
I know I always say to find me
but that shit doesn’t seem to be working
so if you can hear me
just stay wherever the hell you are
I’m coming to find you
one year
Cas
can you hear me?
I don’t know if prayers can go
from Earth to Purgatory
fuck
listen
I made it home safe
I’m out
and I know you’re not
…
it’s weird here, Cas
everything feels strange
I was only away a year
but the world looks like
I dunno
it’s like seeing some toy
you had as a kid
that you forgot existed
until you see it at a yard sale
or something
not that you would know anything about that anyway
…
fuck
I’m sorry, Cas
I’m so fucking sorry
…
listen
if you ever do make it out
you better come find me
***
A/N2: The title for this fic was taken from the song "Lost & Found" by Eve 6, which is a great song for SPN feelings. The first verse felt especially apropos for this fic:
"Heaven can you hear me I am calling from a land line
I need a good connection I feel like I'm losing my mind
The day is just about to break I think it's safe to say, so am I"
Genre: Gen or slash
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Characters: Dean
Rating: Mature/R (for swearing)
Word Count: 553
Disclaimer: All for fun, none for profit.
Summary: A handful of Dean's prayers to Castiel when they were in Purgatory, in the form of a prose-y poem.
Warnings/tags: Angst, swearing, poetry, kind of an unhappy ending (but we know from canon that Cas will be back)
A/N: Written for the Swan Song Bingo, Purgatory!Dean square (season 8). You can choose to read this with slash goggles or not; it's about as shippy as they get on the show (which, let's be honest, is fairly shippy if you want to read it that way). I don't think I've ever done fic-as-poetry before and I really enjoyed it! I hope you all do, too.
Read on AO3
***
first night
hey, Cas, it’s me
I’m up in a tree
…fuck, that rhymed
anyway
I guess something must’ve jumped you
hope you’re all right
listen
find me as soon as you can, okay?
this place blows
but at least we can fight these fuckers off together
one week
Cas, it’s me
again
where are you, man?
it’s been a week
you better not be fucking dead
you hear me?
maybe something’s got you trapped
I dunno
they seem more like the killing type here
but I haven’t been here that long so
I guess I don’t know everything
I’ll keep looking for you
but you better come find me ASAP
one month
hey Cas
no idea if you’ve got your ears on
does prayer work in Purgatory?
maybe the fucking celestial vibes
or whatever
are different
or maybe your head’s still kind of screwed
from taking Sam’s crazy
I dunno
if you can hear this,
come find me already
three months
Cas, you listening?
it’s me, as usual
you wanna know something fucked up?
I’m getting used to this place
just run, hide, fight, kill
it’s weird here
I don’t get hungry
I don’t get that tired
sometimes I sleep anyway,
just to pass the time
but mostly I’m on the move
too dangerous to keep still for long
dude, my hair hasn’t even fucking grown
I don’t have a beard
I guess cause this is like
monster heaven
or monster hell
I dunno if they like it or not
probably some of ’em do
maybe most
…
I sort of feel like I’m starting to like it
what does that make me, do you think?
…
please come find me, Cas
I don’t know who I am
six months
Cas
I don’t know why I’m still doing this
hope springs fucking eternal, huh?
no, fuck that
I know you’re not dead
I don’t know how but I do
something must be wrong
something had better be wrong
or I’m going to kick your feathery ass
once I finally find you
I’ve gotten real good at that shit
since I got here
and I wasn’t exactly bad at it before
you hear me, Cas?
it’d be better
if you came and found me first
nine months
listen, Cas
I met this guy
I mean, when I say guy
I mean vampire
anyway
he seems like he’s on the up-and-up
he says he can get me out of here
I’m gonna get you out, too
I know I always say to find me
but that shit doesn’t seem to be working
so if you can hear me
just stay wherever the hell you are
I’m coming to find you
one year
Cas
can you hear me?
I don’t know if prayers can go
from Earth to Purgatory
fuck
listen
I made it home safe
I’m out
and I know you’re not
…
it’s weird here, Cas
everything feels strange
I was only away a year
but the world looks like
I dunno
it’s like seeing some toy
you had as a kid
that you forgot existed
until you see it at a yard sale
or something
not that you would know anything about that anyway
…
fuck
I’m sorry, Cas
I’m so fucking sorry
…
listen
if you ever do make it out
you better come find me
***
A/N2: The title for this fic was taken from the song "Lost & Found" by Eve 6, which is a great song for SPN feelings. The first verse felt especially apropos for this fic:
"Heaven can you hear me I am calling from a land line
I need a good connection I feel like I'm losing my mind
The day is just about to break I think it's safe to say, so am I"