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Castiel comes home on a Sunday.
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A Very Narrow Path by dedras_starpath_unit
Fandoms: Andor (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types
06 May 2025
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There’s nothing in her stomach to come up when she retches. Her body heaves for the sake of heaving. It all seems wrong. If she opens the door, she should see him standing proudly in his brown coat and his beret, with a scarf wrapped around his neck. She should be able to look into his eyes, smile, and tell him they’ve won. That they’re the Imperial heroes they’ve always dreamt of being, and now, having claimed victory, they can go home and be together for the rest of their lives. They can put this Ghorman mess — and all the smaller messes it encompassed — behind them.
I didn’t want this.
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Syril dies. Dedra mourns.
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It had to happen eventually.
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“How the fuck do you know my name?” Dean hisses.
The man doesn’t look scared. He is watching Dean like there is nothing else worth watching, lips a little parted, eyes a little soft. And blue. Real blue, like the ocean on a postcard.
The ice spreading down Dean’s spine makes him shiver.
“I suppose you could say I’m your guardian angel,” the man murmurs. His breath fogs pale between them. All of him is unnaturally warm, like Dean’s touching somebody with the sun sewn up beneath their skin. “I have known you, Dean Winchester, for a very long time.”
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Dean meets an angel who says he's from the future. It all gets a lot more complicated from there.
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31 May 2024
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What a wonderful, painful, beautiful fic. Oh my gosh I loved this.
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He smiles a little, an uptick of his mouth, plush lips exposed where he's shaved the mangy beard off in the process of cleaning off the wasteland. "Here," Max says, and nudges into her space, arranges the plant carefully so the roots are properly covered, the leaves brushed free of dirt.
Furiosa doesn't realize she's going to move until she does, leaning across the slight distance between them and pressing her lips to his.