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"Winchesters."The angel said."You must die."
Supernatural!AU
Castiel is part of the angel rebellion headed by Anael, her second-in-command and the garrison’s most gifted assassin. When it was decided that the best way to stop the apocalypse was to eliminate Michael & Lucifer’s true vessels, Castiel volunteers to get the deed done. However upon meeting these human hunters, something about them stays his hands.
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//I don’t think so? I mean I mostly rp with @deanwinchester-rp and there Dean treats Damein like a brother if anything. I don’t really do smut? I’m not against it just never happend.
The End.
Castiel pants he looked at Risa and the others they were all dead he hold onto his arm. He was bleeding from a demon who shot him he walked out of the room he didn’t know where the demon’s left to or care he had to find Dean. The ex angel was limping a little ignoring his pain as he went to the garden and saw him laying on the ground his heart break every reason for living left him he fell to his knees in front of Dean.
“D..Dean..” He knew he was dead tears in his eyes but they didn’t fall he hated how he could feel himself sobering up and feeling the pain in his arm. He lay’s himself down next to the hunter who sent him on a suicide mission.
Castiel looked at the sky his breathing was ragged and slow he took Dean’s hand. “Y..You didn’t suspect that I’d live… But then again I didn’t think you’d…” He slowly looked at Dean then moved to hold him he closed his eyes. “I.. I don’t remember the last time you let me hold you.. I think it was when Bobby died.. Y..You said you had to be strong and didn’t need me to hold you and…” He open his eyes looking at Dean’s lifeless face.
“You son of a Bitch.. I.. I can’t… I’ve done everything for you and you just leave me..” He heard a foot steps and closed his eyes it was either a demon or a Croatoan he didn’t know or care he’ll be with Dean soon.
“Oh poor Castiel.” His blood went ice cold when he heard the voice and the chuckle he open his eyes and looked at Sam or well his brother in Sam’s body Lucifer. “What aren’t you happy to see me Cas?”
He moved away from Dean and glared at him. “Is this the part where you snap your fingers and make me explode of something.” The ex angel said showing no emotion other than pure hate which he hasn’t felt in a long time. He hated seeing Sam with that smile and those eyes because he remembers Sam’s smile it wasn’t so dark and his eyes reflected his brother’s he hated that Dean lost Sam and it was his family’s fault.
“Oh you think so little of me Castiel.. I know we’ve never been the best of brothers but you still are my brother.” The Arch angel keeled down to him and touched his head Castiel felt intents pain and gasped as he healed he looked at his brother confused.
“W..What have you done?” He asked his heart was beating fast and he felt scared as he looked at the twisted smirk his brother gave him. “Oh I’ve made you a knight of hell well sort of your immortal now. But sorry I couldn’t give you back your wings and Angel status…. But this is just as good now you can live free from the Winchester and if you behave I’ll let you stay with me in my home but for now good bye brother.”
Castiel’s eyes widen tears were in them as he shook he moved so he was sitting up. “N..NO! Lucifer!” He reached for him as he vanished his heart felt like it broke and now he was alone the ex angel wasn’t going to see Dean again. He looked at the lifeless body of the man he’s lost everything for the man he was ready to die for now he’ll never see him again.
“FUCK!!” He hit the ground and continue to just pound his fist into the ground. “Why! WHy does this have to happen to me! Fuck!” He let the tears slide down his cheeks ignoring the pain on his knuckles he’s lost and Lucifer took the last thing he’s ever wanted from him.
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Spread this fucker’s face around like there’s no tomorrow, him and the system put his victim through hell until she couldn’t take it anymore, all because they had powerful connections. This is why it’s hard for rape victims to report what happened, because the system is constantly failing them.
WHAT THE FUCK ??
Tips On How to Write Characters with Wings (For both fanfic writers and original content writers)
So I’ve been reading a lot of fics lately where people are either
A) Putting wings onto canon characters
B) Making OCs with wings
So I decided that, with the influx of people who are writing winged characters (and therefore the influx of errors that come with writing winged characters), I’d make a little thing to help you slap a pair of wings onto anyone!
This is also a bit personal, too, because the MC in my upcoming novel has wings!
1. Know that there are a lot of types of wings to choose from
Part of being a writer is the desire to take something (whether it be a pre-existing work or an idea in your head) and make it into your own. So, instead of just going with the classic bird wings, why not spice it up a bit? If your character is an angel, you certainly don’t have to stick to the classic depictions of angel wings. Why not give them butterfly wings or dragonfly wings?
Here’s a small list of different types of wings to choose from:
- Bat wings
- Beetle wings
- Bird wings
- Butterfly/Moth wings
- Dragonfly wings
Note that these wings are for animals who can fly. There are also animals who can “fly” that actually glide, such as sugar gliders and flying squirrels.
Yeah, so the options are pretty limited, but feel free to make up your own kinds of wings that aren’t necessarily based on a pre-existing creature’s wings!
2. Be familiar with the anatomy of your character’s wings and their limits
If your wings are completely unique, draw them out. A diagram or picture is key when it comes to things like description. I’m not gonna tell you what everything does and give you Animal Wing Anatomy 101, that’s for you to research. Know that there are different types of wings and that they have different uses, strengths, and weaknesses.
3. Never use the full extent of your research!
Surprise, surprise!
“But wait, Maddy!” you cry, writing utensil in hand and poised to stab me. “I thought we were supposed to were supposed to show our research!”
Well, you are. Technically that’s not wrong. But, readers don’t want to know ALL of it. Over-described wings are sometimes worse than under-described wings; what sucks more than not knowing what a character’s wings look like is having to look up wing anatomy in the middle of the chapter!
Only use the most basic of vocabulary when it comes to describing the parts of the wing. Most of the time, you just have to say “bat wing” or “feathery wing” and the readers get the basic idea. (Like seriously, do you think the readers know what a dactylopatagium brevis is????? It’s a part of skin on a bat’s wing btw)
4. Don’t bring your character’s wings up only when they’re needed!!!!
Unless your character’s wings can fade away when they’re not needed, wings are a 100% real, 24/7 thing! It’s bothersome when writers mention the wings in one chapter and then only bring them up when there’s a daring escape that needs to be performed! Most of the time, I forget that the characters even have wings at all!
There is also the fact that wings aren’t all pros and no cons. If they’re functional, they’re probably big, and if they’re muscular, they’re probably bulky. If your character is clumsy, they’ll probably knock things over constantly, and if they’re not clumsy, they’ll still knock things over constantly.
Your wings are two (or four, or five, or six quintillion) extra appendages; they’re a part of your character! You don’t have to spend every second reminding the readers that they’re there, but don’t go long stretches of time without even mentioning them.
5. Your character’s wings can be a good way to indicate their mood or to provide for that little bit of description that you think you make be lacking
Why wouldn’t you want to describe the wings? I mean, you don’t want to describe every minute detail over and over again, but it’ll boost your word count a lot more than you think. They can also be used to convey your character’s feelings without explicitly telling the reader! It’s like a new set of facial expressions!
See? You can tell he’s wary and ready to fight from the movement of his wings! Also he’s crouching next to a dead body but that’s not relevant right now
Here’s a list of wing language (?) that you can incorporate into your story that will not only increase your word count, but will also add to the sustenance of your story!
Nervous
- Twitch
- Flutter
- Ripple
- Fold tightly
- Fidget
- Flap
Angry
- Flare
- Bristle
- Fluff up
- Ripple
- Beat
- Raise up
- Snap open
Happy
- Flutter
- Curl up
- Ripple
- Wave
- Flap
During Battle
- Bludgeon
- Smack
- Bat
- Clout
- Whack
- Kick someone’s legs out from under them
- Snap someones neck (only for muscular wings like bat and bird wings)
Problems that may come with having wings
- Poke out from under blankets and let all of the cold air in
- Stepped on
- Get pins and needles from being folded for too long
- Squashed on chairs/ in beds/ in crowded hallways
- Vulnerable in battle
- Molting (for bird wings)
Hope this helped!!!
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“Well if it ain’t Doogie Howser,” Dean joked when Damien walked in. The young doctor was well under the age of most graduates, Dean himself was 29, and even he’d graduated a few years early, but Damien was barely out of his teen years. Dean liked him though, the kid was bright and spunky, and didn’t take shit from anyone.
“For the last time Winchester I don’t know what that means.” Damien said as he put on his coat he was in a bad mood after a new nurse mistake him for a visitor. Being the doctor didn’t help him it just annoyed him when the other doctors thought they could push him around. He liked Dean though he didn’t treat him or looked down at him for his age he also thought Dean did pretty well at his job so that helped. “Soo how was that priest that came in with his brother? I heard you got his number Novak was it.”
Dean grinned. “Sure did. Gunna ask him out, he was so dorky and awkward but damn did you see his eyes?” Dean worked in pediatric, but was doing a shift in emergency this afternoon. He loved working with kids best, and seeing their sick little faces go from pitiful and tired to happy and healthy made his days so much better. Even when he didn’t always get to be the hero, he still wouldn’t give his job up for anything.
“You really should look Doogie Howser up on IMDB, it’ll do you a world of good, youngin’.” He chuckled as he finished changing into scrubs and his lab coat. He liked Damien, and the good natured ribbing the two did to one another. “You straighten things out with that nurse? He didn’t look too happy to be proved wrong that you weren’t a doctor.”
“Yeah sure you were looking at his eyes Dean.” He smirked then rolled his eyes. “I don’t give a dam if he didn’t look happy he shouldn’t just assume things but I guess it’s just my life.” He crossed his arms then looked at him. “I am to busy with things to watch things Dean you know that.” Damien didn’t care for shows and his parents kept him busy and so did his work. He walked over to get his patients.
“So anything new with any of your patients?” He wasn’t really in pediatric ward but he did help since Alexander visits there normally no one was allowed around Alex other then Damien or Crowley who was one of the head of the hospital staff. Damien also like some times talking to the children they were better company then adults who talk down to him even if he is helping them.
“Got a new little girl that came in yesterday. Jo, she’s about 7, super spunky, and smart. Kindda reminds me of Sammy actually.” Dean chuckled and grabbed his stuff. “You wanna grab dinner tonight? 8? I need to get out of here for an hour at least.” They didn’t always go out, usually eating cafeteria food or home made bringings, but it had been a long week and today especially, working in Emergency was never easy. Always fast paced. Dean needed a break.
“Yeah sure I could go for eating out.” He shrugs and looked at him then at his list. “Hmm How is Sam actually haven’t seen him since he came with Bobby and I’m pretty sure that Crowley is grumpy about that.” Damien chuckled a little as he put his list under his armpit. “Did you talk to the new guy who works in the morgue?”
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