¿Qué hora es? (6/12)
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super_seme04AN: Blood is thicker than water and harder to swallow.
Brunch
He was making flan when she arrived.
She didn’t knock.
“You were never suppose to fall this far.”
Tyler is somewhere in the city spreading his gospel.
“Does… Does he hurt you?”
Pale, smooth fingers hesitantly touch the back of his hand.
Anna’s only sin is that she thinks she loves others more than she loves herself.
“The suffering of one living creature is never greater than that of another,” Castiel answers as he draws his hand away from her.
Under soft skin and a sweet smell is something terrifying wrapped in fire and lightning.
“You could come back, I did...”
Lucifer spoke just as sweetly to Eve.
“We need you. De-”
“Do not speak his name.”
Anna lowers her head in a submission that’s as genuine as the smile of a used car salesman on President's Day.
Castiel walked away from them, not him. He raised Dean from one hell to another.
He died for him.
Though he is not what he once was, Castiel still has power.
He does what he shouldn’t do.
Tyler only said something the first time he found him broken and bleeding and dying out on the front porch.
“Why are you so ready to die for Dean Winchester a second time,“ Tyler asked as he reset bones and thoroughly sponged raw, bruised skin.
“Do you love me,” Castiel slurred through a rush of endorphins and recklessness.
“No.”
Tyler’s touch remained gentle and sure.
“God loved the world and lost a son because of it," Tyler sighed as he rinsed Castiel's hair. "I have no child to die for your sins.”
“He hurts you.”
Anna’s voice brings Castiel back to a present that’s actually the end and he smiles because it's easy to.
“Tyler Durden hurts everyone."
His name was Robert Paulson.
Her name was Marla Singer.
His name was Jack.
To love Tyler Durden is to love the drunk driver that ends your life just because you wanted to cross the street.
“You could come home, Castiel,” Anna desperately says.
She reaches out for him but he steps back.
He knows that Tyler is standing behind him because the sympathy in Anna’s eyes goes flatter than a soda left out in the sun.
Castiel’s back itches and Tyler’s fingers stroke his spine and it feels like the steadying touch of a brother.
“Webster’s Dictionary defines home as one’s place of residence,” Tyler says as Castiel closes his eyes. He turns his back on Anna then lays his head on Tyler‘s shoulder because he‘s warm. Anna is cold and makes his eyes sting because she burns too brightly beneath her disguise.
Castiel can still see her.
“He resides here.”
Tyler smells like blood and cigarette smoke and ash.
He smells like home.
“Cas.”
“You should leave.”
Three words, three syllables.
“You should leave.”
Anna does leave and the flan burns as Castiel realized that this is the rest of his life.
An hour later, they're sprawled on the couch watching a rerun of a rerun on TV.
Tyler has his feet propped up on the coffee table and Castiel's head is in Tyler's lap so he can idly pull on his hair.
He flips through channel after channel then settles on a reality show. Constants fight for a new nose and 15 seconds of fame.
“Is this rock bottom,” Castiel asked as they watched a woman eat a hissing cockroach covered in vomit for 50 bucks.
Tyler tilts his head as she attempts to sob and gag at the same time and Castiel stills.
“You‘ve just learned to walk on water. I‘m waiting for you to run.”
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Brunch
He was making flan when she arrived.
She didn’t knock.
“You were never suppose to fall this far.”
Tyler is somewhere in the city spreading his gospel.
“Does… Does he hurt you?”
Pale, smooth fingers hesitantly touch the back of his hand.
Anna’s only sin is that she thinks she loves others more than she loves herself.
“The suffering of one living creature is never greater than that of another,” Castiel answers as he draws his hand away from her.
Under soft skin and a sweet smell is something terrifying wrapped in fire and lightning.
“You could come back, I did...”
Lucifer spoke just as sweetly to Eve.
“We need you. De-”
“Do not speak his name.”
Anna lowers her head in a submission that’s as genuine as the smile of a used car salesman on President's Day.
Castiel walked away from them, not him. He raised Dean from one hell to another.
He died for him.
Though he is not what he once was, Castiel still has power.
He does what he shouldn’t do.
Tyler only said something the first time he found him broken and bleeding and dying out on the front porch.
“Why are you so ready to die for Dean Winchester a second time,“ Tyler asked as he reset bones and thoroughly sponged raw, bruised skin.
“Do you love me,” Castiel slurred through a rush of endorphins and recklessness.
“No.”
Tyler’s touch remained gentle and sure.
“God loved the world and lost a son because of it," Tyler sighed as he rinsed Castiel's hair. "I have no child to die for your sins.”
“He hurts you.”
Anna’s voice brings Castiel back to a present that’s actually the end and he smiles because it's easy to.
“Tyler Durden hurts everyone."
His name was Robert Paulson.
Her name was Marla Singer.
His name was Jack.
To love Tyler Durden is to love the drunk driver that ends your life just because you wanted to cross the street.
“You could come home, Castiel,” Anna desperately says.
She reaches out for him but he steps back.
He knows that Tyler is standing behind him because the sympathy in Anna’s eyes goes flatter than a soda left out in the sun.
Castiel’s back itches and Tyler’s fingers stroke his spine and it feels like the steadying touch of a brother.
“Webster’s Dictionary defines home as one’s place of residence,” Tyler says as Castiel closes his eyes. He turns his back on Anna then lays his head on Tyler‘s shoulder because he‘s warm. Anna is cold and makes his eyes sting because she burns too brightly beneath her disguise.
Castiel can still see her.
“He resides here.”
Tyler smells like blood and cigarette smoke and ash.
He smells like home.
“Cas.”
“You should leave.”
Three words, three syllables.
“You should leave.”
Anna does leave and the flan burns as Castiel realized that this is the rest of his life.
An hour later, they're sprawled on the couch watching a rerun of a rerun on TV.
Tyler has his feet propped up on the coffee table and Castiel's head is in Tyler's lap so he can idly pull on his hair.
He flips through channel after channel then settles on a reality show. Constants fight for a new nose and 15 seconds of fame.
“Is this rock bottom,” Castiel asked as they watched a woman eat a hissing cockroach covered in vomit for 50 bucks.
Tyler tilts his head as she attempts to sob and gag at the same time and Castiel stills.
“You‘ve just learned to walk on water. I‘m waiting for you to run.”
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Now playing: Placebo - For What It's Worth
via FoxyTunes
