¿Qué hora es? (8/12)
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super_seme04AN: Tyler Durden hates heroes.
4:15 AM
He opens his eyes because there is an unnatural weight on his chest.
Castiel is still asleep and his nose is pressed against Tyler’s shoulder.
Famine is carefully perched on Tyler’s chest though she’s as restless as a humming bird.
Or a junkie.
“Good morning, Mr. Durden,” she whispers.
She’s an awkward, bright eyed creature that’s all arms and legs and angles. Her cheeks are hollow and her face is thin though her lips are lush and full.
She’s beautiful in a way that’s fascinating and repulsive.
She wiggles her toes and Tyler’s mouth twitches.
Famine is wearing what could either be a long, white dress or a short, white t shirt.
Her fingers are stained with chocolate and chicken grease.
Tyler sits up and Famine scoots back with the grace of a sloth.
“The Winchesters came to greet me,” she slowly sings.
Tyler keeps Castiel safe and warm in sleep as Famine continues.
“Death says that the time is not yet here. Lucifer wishes for otherwise,” she sighs.
Her eyes fall on Castiel and she wants.
Famine whines pathetically and begins to chew on her hair because she knows who Tyler Durden is.
“Where are they?”
“Kitchen.”
Tyler can feel her hunger and she hasn’t stopped looking at Castiel.
“His is fading, Mr. Durden,” Famine says as her fingers flutter over Castiel’s face.
As always, she moves too quickly.
“He bleeds for them and for you,” she breathes with wide, wide eyes. “He bleeds oceans for you.”
“He could bleed for the world and not save a soul.”
Tyler brings Castiel closer because she’s too close.
Before he can stop her, she gets a taste.
Castiel breathes deeper than he has to and Tyler’s eyes go cold, but Famine dances out of his reach then jumps and spins on her toes.
“He is very tasty, Mr. Durden,” she giggles. “Keep that one near or I will gobble him up,” she warns as she playfully snaps her teeth.
“Good bye, Mr. Durden,” Famine whispers with a wave that makes her fingers longer than they have the right to be.
As Castiel’s heart steadies, Tyler walks downstairs. Each step he takes is echoed by the storm building outside.
As Famine said, they’re in the kitchen.
Everything that was in the fridge is now within arm’s reach.
Tyler sits and watches them eat.
They chew quietly and Tyler watches them chew.
The lights flicker and lightning illuminates every room in the house.
Tyler’s eyes are the color of sparks.
They share a look and Sam is the first to attempt what sounds like an apology.
“We-”
“Famine invited herself into my home.”
Dean swallows whatever is in his mouth then clenches his jaw.
“Famine invited herself into the room where Castiel and I sleep.”
Sam looks like he wishes he could stop eating.
“We-”
“Famine touched him.”
The earth itself trembles as lightning and thunder join to create a terrible sound.
“He was sleeping and she touched him,” Tyler quietly says as he stands “I didn’t put you out like lepers because Castiel needs you here. Despite your grand destinies,” he sneers, “you’re still just men and all men will one day die. If you’re that curious to see how your lives end, I will show you.”
They better not have eaten his cookies.
Tyler returns to Castiel who reaches out to sweetly touch his face.
He almost smiles.
“It’s raining,” Castiel sleepily says.
Tyler nods.
“I dreamed that you brought me rain…”
The noise outside is now a whisper of wind and thunder quiets so Tyler can hear that Castiel lives.
“You dream strange dreams.”
Castiel lazily kisses him and in the distance, thunder rumbles.
”What else did you dream,” Tyler asked as his fingers found Castiel’s hair.
This was someone that was his to touch, his to taste, his to bend, his to break.
“I dreamed of rain, Tyler Durden.”
The piece that Famine stole came with a high price and Tyler couldn’t wait to collect.
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Now playing: David Usher - Black Black Heart
via FoxyTunes
4:15 AM
He opens his eyes because there is an unnatural weight on his chest.
Castiel is still asleep and his nose is pressed against Tyler’s shoulder.
Famine is carefully perched on Tyler’s chest though she’s as restless as a humming bird.
Or a junkie.
“Good morning, Mr. Durden,” she whispers.
She’s an awkward, bright eyed creature that’s all arms and legs and angles. Her cheeks are hollow and her face is thin though her lips are lush and full.
She’s beautiful in a way that’s fascinating and repulsive.
She wiggles her toes and Tyler’s mouth twitches.
Famine is wearing what could either be a long, white dress or a short, white t shirt.
Her fingers are stained with chocolate and chicken grease.
Tyler sits up and Famine scoots back with the grace of a sloth.
“The Winchesters came to greet me,” she slowly sings.
Tyler keeps Castiel safe and warm in sleep as Famine continues.
“Death says that the time is not yet here. Lucifer wishes for otherwise,” she sighs.
Her eyes fall on Castiel and she wants.
Famine whines pathetically and begins to chew on her hair because she knows who Tyler Durden is.
“Where are they?”
“Kitchen.”
Tyler can feel her hunger and she hasn’t stopped looking at Castiel.
“His is fading, Mr. Durden,” Famine says as her fingers flutter over Castiel’s face.
As always, she moves too quickly.
“He bleeds for them and for you,” she breathes with wide, wide eyes. “He bleeds oceans for you.”
“He could bleed for the world and not save a soul.”
Tyler brings Castiel closer because she’s too close.
Before he can stop her, she gets a taste.
Castiel breathes deeper than he has to and Tyler’s eyes go cold, but Famine dances out of his reach then jumps and spins on her toes.
“He is very tasty, Mr. Durden,” she giggles. “Keep that one near or I will gobble him up,” she warns as she playfully snaps her teeth.
“Good bye, Mr. Durden,” Famine whispers with a wave that makes her fingers longer than they have the right to be.
As Castiel’s heart steadies, Tyler walks downstairs. Each step he takes is echoed by the storm building outside.
As Famine said, they’re in the kitchen.
Everything that was in the fridge is now within arm’s reach.
Tyler sits and watches them eat.
They chew quietly and Tyler watches them chew.
The lights flicker and lightning illuminates every room in the house.
Tyler’s eyes are the color of sparks.
They share a look and Sam is the first to attempt what sounds like an apology.
“We-”
“Famine invited herself into my home.”
Dean swallows whatever is in his mouth then clenches his jaw.
“Famine invited herself into the room where Castiel and I sleep.”
Sam looks like he wishes he could stop eating.
“We-”
“Famine touched him.”
The earth itself trembles as lightning and thunder join to create a terrible sound.
“He was sleeping and she touched him,” Tyler quietly says as he stands “I didn’t put you out like lepers because Castiel needs you here. Despite your grand destinies,” he sneers, “you’re still just men and all men will one day die. If you’re that curious to see how your lives end, I will show you.”
They better not have eaten his cookies.
Tyler returns to Castiel who reaches out to sweetly touch his face.
He almost smiles.
“It’s raining,” Castiel sleepily says.
Tyler nods.
“I dreamed that you brought me rain…”
The noise outside is now a whisper of wind and thunder quiets so Tyler can hear that Castiel lives.
“You dream strange dreams.”
Castiel lazily kisses him and in the distance, thunder rumbles.
”What else did you dream,” Tyler asked as his fingers found Castiel’s hair.
This was someone that was his to touch, his to taste, his to bend, his to break.
“I dreamed of rain, Tyler Durden.”
The piece that Famine stole came with a high price and Tyler couldn’t wait to collect.
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Now playing: David Usher - Black Black Heart
via FoxyTunes
