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claire covers her skin in snow and remembers castiel. always the cold, and the angel, together in her mind.
There’s another skin inside my skin
that gathers to your touch, a lake to the light;
that looses its memory, its lost language
into your tongue,
erasing me into newness.Just when the body thinks it knows
the ways of knowing itself,
this second skin continues to answer.- ‘flowers’ by anne michaels
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The djinn that made Claire hallucinate horrors wasn’t nearly as bad as the one that granted her wish.
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Let’s use that against them. [804]
(In order to keep the blog’s queue filled up and the blog active while we work on getting non-Envesseled stuff in order, I am going to attempt to post one of these daily if there’s nothing else in the queue/to be posted.)
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From the timeline (October 2016):
After her mom dies, Claire tries to live a normal life like her mother wanted, but she just can’t do it. And sure, maybe Saturday night during the middle of a rainstorm isn’t the best time to go to the cemetery. But she’s lonely, she’s tired, her head hurts—and through all the years, her mom was the one rock she could count on to be there, even when Claire had wished she wasn’t. She can’t even take comfort in the thought that they’re together now. Her father may still be a prisoner in his own body even now, because of her. Because she couldn’t hold onto Castiel tight enough.
She doesn’t know if she means to hit the tree. She does know that she’s going over a hundred in a residential zone, and that she’s crying, and that it’s hard to see. The road’s slick and it could have been an accident. The engine is smoking, and she’s bleeding, and she should try to get out. But there’s no denying there’s a part of her that doesn’t want to keep going.
She blacks out.
When she wakes, she’s outside the car. Her clothes are covered in blood, her car is on fire, and she can hear sirens in the distance. She’s completely alone. But she feels a flicker of the same resonance she felt when Castiel envesseled her.
He was here—keeping a promise he made nearly a decade ago.
She shouts at the sky, but he doesn’t appear. She prays, and he still doesn’t. Well, she’s had it with waiting around and trying to pretend. Nothing in her life is normal, and it never was. She’s going to find Castiel. She’s going to set her father free. But mostly, she’s going to make sure Castiel answers for what he did to her family.
The next day, she takes a few of her things and starts walking down the highway, putting Pontiac far behind her.
*This event has not been covered in any fic so far, but you can expect to see it in Envesseled.
(The gifs are obvs a little different than the event is described ‘cause of footage limitations but shhh the point is Cas saved her and she wanted to talk to him but he wouldn’t so so then she left home and feelings.)
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“There’s something you’re going to do for me.”
“And what if I say no?”
“You swore an oath not to let me get hurt. I swore to kill you. Out of the two of us, who do you think would walk out of here alive?”
Silence.
“That’s what I thought.”
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From the timeline: First Gen.
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From the timeline: Claire.
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Just for fun.
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Not that we’ve even really started this fic yet, but.
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“There’s a piece of my grace left here, I’m sure of it,” Castiel murmurs. “I can feel it…somewhere near the gate…”
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Three years later, and Castiel stands before a wide blank wall. His voice is quiet, and he knows they can’t hear him, but he speaks anyway. He doesn’t pray to his father anymore; he has no faith in God.
But he can pray to Sam and Dean.
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Here is a list of fearful things:
The jaws of sharks, a vulture’s wings,
The rabid bite of the dogs of war,
The voice of one who went before.
But most of all the mirror’s gaze,
Which counts us out our numbered days.—Clive Barker
It’s only a matter of time before Claire says yes again—this time, for good.
Amelia finds Claire on the bathroom floor picking glass shards out of her palms, and wishes she didn’t understand what it’s like to feel something else behind your own eyes.
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Claire in Cambion:
The monsters are thick around her, but she only has eyes for one.
Her right hand grips the angel-killing sword like it’s the only thing keeping her alive. For all she knows, it is; when he sees her with it, he may not hesitate to strike back in self-defense. He’s certainly not hesitating now; he uses her father’s body to kill monsters and demons alike, send them back to hell in a blaze of beautiful white light that leaves whispers in her ears.
Her heart’s pounding in her throat. Her blood rushes in her ears, her skin sings, her breath comes too fast—but each pull of air into her lungs lets her know her that this is still hers. Mine, she thinks fiercely, the way she did when she was twelve and carving sigils into her legs every day to make certain they scarred; mine, she thinks, the way she did when she stole her dad’s old car and left home the first time; this is mine, she shouts inside her head, the way she does every night she wakes up remembering what it was like being chained to a comet.
And then he’s there. There’s blood on her father’s trenchcoat; a cut on her father’s cheek. The thing inside his body doesn’t notice. She wonders if her dad’s still in there, if he can feel the pain. She felt nothing when he envesseled her, but the howling white void was far worse.
“You know who I am,” she says, struggling to keep her voice even. “You know what I want.” She takes a deep breath, and her grip tightens on the sword. “So you tell me. Are we doing this the easy way, or the hard way?”
Rough draft and all. Just…feelings. Everywhere. but you know.
