Finals week is fun!
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So, I took my SCM final this morning, and was absolutely shocked to discover that I actually knew what the fuck I was doing. Kind of a new and exciting feeling when it comes to my accounting classes.
Also new and exciting is my new-found enthusiasm for Sam/Castiel. Well, not so much new-found, really. I've been fond of at least the idea of the pairing ever since the angel first made his appearance. It's just that, until 5x14, what little interaction Sam and Castiel had was distinctly hostile, and until 5x18, Castiel has always been entirely too focused on and taken with Dean for me to be able to really buy him with Sam. However, I found Castiel's big scene with Dean in 5x18 (you know the one) to be cathartic in the extreme, and my affection for the angel currently knows no bounds.
And, I may have read With Nothing (Left) Up my Sleeve by
fakeplasticsnow, which was utterly awesome, and really let me believe that the pairing is plausible post-5x17.
Finally, I had an odd dream last night. It took the form a fic, and it began like this:
During Sam's time in hell, he never spent time on the rack. He never had the skin flayed from his body. And he never fell upon his tormentors, devouring their blood, till there was nothing left but dessicated corpses.
Hell isn't physical. There are no racks or bodies or blood. Those are only metaphors.
That doesn't make it any less so.
Also new and exciting is my new-found enthusiasm for Sam/Castiel. Well, not so much new-found, really. I've been fond of at least the idea of the pairing ever since the angel first made his appearance. It's just that, until 5x14, what little interaction Sam and Castiel had was distinctly hostile, and until 5x18, Castiel has always been entirely too focused on and taken with Dean for me to be able to really buy him with Sam. However, I found Castiel's big scene with Dean in 5x18 (you know the one) to be cathartic in the extreme, and my affection for the angel currently knows no bounds.
And, I may have read With Nothing (Left) Up my Sleeve by
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Finally, I had an odd dream last night. It took the form a fic, and it began like this:
During Sam's time in hell, he never spent time on the rack. He never had the skin flayed from his body. And he never fell upon his tormentors, devouring their blood, till there was nothing left but dessicated corpses.
Hell isn't physical. There are no racks or bodies or blood. Those are only metaphors.
That doesn't make it any less so.