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super_seme04) wrote2010-03-13 01:38 pm
super_seme04) wrote2010-03-13 01:38 pm
Precious Moments (4/12)
AN: The soul is a canvas.
Baby’s First Art Project
It always happens on a nice day.
Castiel wakes up to the sound of laughter and the smell of waffles.
He stumbles downstairs as he absently rubs at his neck. There will be bruises for days but he doesn’t mind.
When given no limit, Tyler takes from Castiel until the room is spinning and all he can hear is his heart pounding in his ears.
“It’s never the jump that kills you and some people actually survive the fall. You have to want to live, Castiel.”
He can still feel his fingers around his throat.
To say that they were at an odd place in this frame by frame car crash of a relationship would be a gross understatement.
Castiel enters the living room just as Sam Winchester throws Jack up into the air.
He never realized how high the ceiling was.
Jack splatters the ceiling with green paint then huddles and clings to Sam's leg as it drips down.
Sam ruffles his hair. They all seem to do that to him. Jack gives Sam a smile that's just for him. It's innocence and mischief and something too old to be on a child's face.
All Castiel can do is hope that it won't progress into something malicious and possessive. Sam Winchester is a good man, but few men can resist temptation from the devil himself.
Jack turns then waves Castiel over in excitement.
If it's wrong of him to pray that Lucifer fades from this child then so be it. Michael's love for his brother is tempered by eons of guilt so maybe it would be for the best.
"You get this one," Jack says as he gives Castiel a paint brush, "and this color because it matches your eyes."
It would not.
Castiel looks at Sam for an explanation, but he just grins then shrugs.
Sam and Dean smile a lot more. It's nice.
It seems that the only evil in this world that exists anymore lives men's hearts. There's also the occasional monster that needs to be put down.
"Daddy said I should express myself," Jack says as Sam picks him up so purple can creep over green and yellow, "so I'm expressing myself."
Castiel looks up and all the colors in the world leer down at him.
He blinks and every color turns into another.
"Dean is in the kitchen with Daddy."
Jack likes answering questions before they're asked.
Sam carefully sets Jack down then kneels and puts a hand on his shoulder.
"Can you make sure that they haven't killed each other yet for me," Sam asked.
"...For you?"
Sam nods and Jack smiles his just for Sam smile.
"For you."
Jack goes running into the kitchen and Sam stands.
"Jack's not really Tyler's son, is he?."
Castiel dips his brush into a deep, deep blue and it spreads across the ceiling like a curling lash of a whip.
"I mean, even if it was possible, what kind of woman could put up with that?"
Jane Singer has Tyler Durden's eyes.
"I knew that Jack wasn't completely human, but sometimes when he looks at me... I see him. I see Lucifer."
Castiel looks up at the ceiling and wonders if this is what the world crashing down on him would look like.
"You don't have to explain it, Cas. I just wanted to tell you that we know."
Red bleeds across the ceiling and Sam winces.
"They're not dead," Jack happily says.
Tyler and Dean are lead to them by small hands and eyes that makes it impossible to deny any request.
Dean doesn't look like he's angry though there's something in his eyes that's far from a pleasant feeling.
Tyler looks at Castiel's neck.
"Morning," he quietly says as he gently bumps their foreheads together.
Castiel makes a concurring noise and Dean looks like he finally realized something.
Jack clears his throat loudly and Tyler kisses Castiel.
Everyone is given a new paint brush and a new color.
Dean casually bumps Castiel's shoulder.
"I don't like this," he simply says. "You didn't lie to me, but you still didn't tell me and that's really messed up."
Castiel nods and purple tries to hide under orange.
"All of this is really messed up," Dean says with a looks of genuine disbelief, "but me and Sam are use to dealing with things in the Ripley's Believe or Not category..."
Yellow hopefully peeks out from behind gray like the sun after the rain.
"I don't know why I'm not mad," he calmly says as brown lazily lounges across pink. "Michael explained a lot to me, but I still don't like it. Just... Just talk to me, okay, Cas? You've already seen me at my worst so it's only fair that I return the favor, right," Dean asked with a grin.
"Yes, Dean."
His smile widens and Jack switches paint brushes with Sam.
Tyler watches all of them with a thoughtful expression.
"This needs more white."
Once they're done, they all sprawl across the floor and look up at the ceiling.
Despite all the space available, Sam's shoulder brushes his brother's and Jack lays across the Winchesters. His is head on Sam's chest and a small foot nudges Dean in his side whenever Jack wants to show him something.
Castiel's shoulder brushes Dean's and his fingers tangle with Tyler's.
They look up at the ceiling and all the colors in the world look back at them.
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Now playing: Sarah Slean - Sweet Ones
via FoxyTunes
Baby’s First Art Project
It always happens on a nice day.
Castiel wakes up to the sound of laughter and the smell of waffles.
He stumbles downstairs as he absently rubs at his neck. There will be bruises for days but he doesn’t mind.
When given no limit, Tyler takes from Castiel until the room is spinning and all he can hear is his heart pounding in his ears.
“It’s never the jump that kills you and some people actually survive the fall. You have to want to live, Castiel.”
He can still feel his fingers around his throat.
To say that they were at an odd place in this frame by frame car crash of a relationship would be a gross understatement.
Castiel enters the living room just as Sam Winchester throws Jack up into the air.
He never realized how high the ceiling was.
Jack splatters the ceiling with green paint then huddles and clings to Sam's leg as it drips down.
Sam ruffles his hair. They all seem to do that to him. Jack gives Sam a smile that's just for him. It's innocence and mischief and something too old to be on a child's face.
All Castiel can do is hope that it won't progress into something malicious and possessive. Sam Winchester is a good man, but few men can resist temptation from the devil himself.
Jack turns then waves Castiel over in excitement.
If it's wrong of him to pray that Lucifer fades from this child then so be it. Michael's love for his brother is tempered by eons of guilt so maybe it would be for the best.
"You get this one," Jack says as he gives Castiel a paint brush, "and this color because it matches your eyes."
It would not.
Castiel looks at Sam for an explanation, but he just grins then shrugs.
Sam and Dean smile a lot more. It's nice.
It seems that the only evil in this world that exists anymore lives men's hearts. There's also the occasional monster that needs to be put down.
"Daddy said I should express myself," Jack says as Sam picks him up so purple can creep over green and yellow, "so I'm expressing myself."
Castiel looks up and all the colors in the world leer down at him.
He blinks and every color turns into another.
"Dean is in the kitchen with Daddy."
Jack likes answering questions before they're asked.
Sam carefully sets Jack down then kneels and puts a hand on his shoulder.
"Can you make sure that they haven't killed each other yet for me," Sam asked.
"...For you?"
Sam nods and Jack smiles his just for Sam smile.
"For you."
Jack goes running into the kitchen and Sam stands.
"Jack's not really Tyler's son, is he?."
Castiel dips his brush into a deep, deep blue and it spreads across the ceiling like a curling lash of a whip.
"I mean, even if it was possible, what kind of woman could put up with that?"
Jane Singer has Tyler Durden's eyes.
"I knew that Jack wasn't completely human, but sometimes when he looks at me... I see him. I see Lucifer."
Castiel looks up at the ceiling and wonders if this is what the world crashing down on him would look like.
"You don't have to explain it, Cas. I just wanted to tell you that we know."
Red bleeds across the ceiling and Sam winces.
"They're not dead," Jack happily says.
Tyler and Dean are lead to them by small hands and eyes that makes it impossible to deny any request.
Dean doesn't look like he's angry though there's something in his eyes that's far from a pleasant feeling.
Tyler looks at Castiel's neck.
"Morning," he quietly says as he gently bumps their foreheads together.
Castiel makes a concurring noise and Dean looks like he finally realized something.
Jack clears his throat loudly and Tyler kisses Castiel.
Everyone is given a new paint brush and a new color.
Dean casually bumps Castiel's shoulder.
"I don't like this," he simply says. "You didn't lie to me, but you still didn't tell me and that's really messed up."
Castiel nods and purple tries to hide under orange.
"All of this is really messed up," Dean says with a looks of genuine disbelief, "but me and Sam are use to dealing with things in the Ripley's Believe or Not category..."
Yellow hopefully peeks out from behind gray like the sun after the rain.
"I don't know why I'm not mad," he calmly says as brown lazily lounges across pink. "Michael explained a lot to me, but I still don't like it. Just... Just talk to me, okay, Cas? You've already seen me at my worst so it's only fair that I return the favor, right," Dean asked with a grin.
"Yes, Dean."
His smile widens and Jack switches paint brushes with Sam.
Tyler watches all of them with a thoughtful expression.
"This needs more white."
Once they're done, they all sprawl across the floor and look up at the ceiling.
Despite all the space available, Sam's shoulder brushes his brother's and Jack lays across the Winchesters. His is head on Sam's chest and a small foot nudges Dean in his side whenever Jack wants to show him something.
Castiel's shoulder brushes Dean's and his fingers tangle with Tyler's.
They look up at the ceiling and all the colors in the world look back at them.
----------------
Now playing: Sarah Slean - Sweet Ones
via FoxyTunes