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God is fading fast and the weight of the world hangs on Dean and the soul bomb he’s carrying in his chest to restore the balance. And he does, but not before Castiel, with a little grace left over from Lucifer, tries like hell to save them both.
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When Dean is saying his last goodbyes and Castiel offers to stand by his side, he refuses, Castiel shows up anyway.
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13 Jul 2026
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“Do you feel like you’re waiting for that call again?”
He should have expected the question, but it still took his breath away. Because yes, every time his phone rang, some small surge of hope rushed through him. Didn’t matter how hard he squashed it, didn’t matter that Lucifer had played on that very hope, he still scrambled to answer no matter what he was doing. And it hurt when every single time the voice on the other end belonged to anyone else.
All he could manage was a terse nod. She seemed fine with waiting him out while he tried to catch his breath, adjusting the thin gold band of her wristwatch and jotting down a couple of notes. When he spoke again, she set her pen down and met his level stare with one of her own.
“I keep looking for him around corners. I jump when my phone rings.” Dean dug his blunt fingernails into his palm while cold rage trickled and pooled in his middle. “He should be here to deal with the stupid shit he said to me before he died.”
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Dean Winchester goes to therapy.
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12 Jul 2026
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"One night, he tells you that these past six months of happy memories are the counterweight to two hundred years of misery"
A multi-chapter retelling of the plot of Baldur's Gate 3 with emphasis on the relationship between Astarion and unnamed female Tav because I am never going to get over it.
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Chapter 16- The Tiefling PartyShe held him as he came down and let go of her neck, pressing a kiss to the second set of bite marks. His forehead rested heavily on her shoulder as he tried to compose himself, to saw off, stamp down and kill whatever all of that had just been. He reminded himself that this was nothing more than part of the plan. Nothing more, he thought as he felt her squeeze his arm and kiss it, turning to face him. Her eyes were bright, soft and sleepy when they found his, searching, it seemed, for something that she found instantly and smiled.
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17 Jan 2025