I shouldn't be here, this is a den of iniquity!




“Well, we’re probably gonna die tomorrow, so…”“Well, I’ll go with you.”

“Well, we’re probably gonna die tomorrow, so…”
“Well, I’ll go with you.”




den-of-iniquity:


Title: Lay Your Weary Head To RestAuthor: ladyoneillFor: deancasbigbangPairing (s): Dean/CastielRating: NC17Word Count: 35242Warnings: male/male sex, hurt/comfort, kidfic, tiny mention of rape in Hell, angstSpoilers: AU from 5.14 but some things happened the same, just not the final battle.Summary:  In the final battle of Armageddon, Dean is severely injured. As he  suffers through pain and multiple surgeries and the possibility of  permanent disability, Castiel is granted a reward by Heaven that Dean  struggles with understanding, Sam makes a decision that throws Dean for a  loop, and a ten year old boy finds out his father is the man he always  wished it was, but nothing like he expected. Somehow these four take  something very broken and dysfunctional and make it into a family.

Gorgeous, compelling story showing Dean (and Cas) struggling to understand what a relationship with the other would entail.

den-of-iniquity:

Title: Lay Your Weary Head To Rest
Author: ladyoneill
For: deancasbigbang
Pairing (s): Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 35242
Warnings: male/male sex, hurt/comfort, kidfic, tiny mention of rape in Hell, angst
Spoilers: AU from 5.14 but some things happened the same, just not the final battle.

Summary: In the final battle of Armageddon, Dean is severely injured. As he suffers through pain and multiple surgeries and the possibility of permanent disability, Castiel is granted a reward by Heaven that Dean struggles with understanding, Sam makes a decision that throws Dean for a loop, and a ten year old boy finds out his father is the man he always wished it was, but nothing like he expected. Somehow these four take something very broken and dysfunctional and make it into a family.

Gorgeous, compelling story showing Dean (and Cas) struggling to understand what a relationship with the other would entail.







“For a brief moment, I was me again.”



“For a brief moment, I was me again.”




Paint your palette blue and grey, look out on a summer’s day, with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils, catch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen land. Now I understand what you tried to say to me and how you suffered for your sanity, and how you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they’ll listen now.

[lyrics to the song playing during this scene. listen.]