Title: A Lot Like Falling
Pairing: Dean/Castiel served with a side of Sam/Becky salsa
Word Count: 88.9k
Warnings: Reference to non-pairing character death, self-harm, some dub-con, Dean being a whiny bitch.
Summary: Post-Swan Song AU. It’s just your run-of-the-mill monster hunt until Castiel suddenly powers down and loses all his mojo faster than a hooker siphoning petrol from the back of a customer’s truck. Completely lacking any sort of answer as to what the hell is going on, Team Free Will hole up within the safe confines of Bobby’s house, where at the very least there are books, tools, and a steady supply of peppermint tea. It’s pretty damn inconvenient, to be honest - Dean’s already got enough on his plate trying to work out his place in the aftermath of a very anticlimactic Apocalypse, without also having to babysit an angel who is on a daily basis growing ever weaker, sicker, and, by all indications, gayer than a maypole — thanks to Sam’s musical influence. However, as freak snowstorms pin them in place, and as days turn into weeks with no new answers, there are certain truths which must be confronted: that Dean’s frustration runs deeper than cabin fever, that there is a darkness inside Castiel rattling to rear its ugly head, and that the evil seeping into every crevice and corner of Bobby’s house is only getting started.
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