4 Works by lowpolyolly
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Sent out to hunt on his own after his brother left for Stanford, Dean is visited by a strange, bloodied man in a suit and trench coat. The man calls himself Castiel and he claims to be an angel. Yeah, right. But after waking up back in his motel room with no other memory of the night, he can't seem to get that stranger out of his head. Why does that name remain on the tip of his tongue? And why does he have the urge to speak to the man out loud?
Meanwhile, Castiel is at his post in Heaven when a prayer suddenly vibrates through him. Castiel becomes enraptured by the human calling upon him, but his fascination quickly becomes irritation when the prayer turns angry, the man accusing Castiel of things he hasn't done.
Will these two strangers be able to work together to find out why Dean was visited by Castiel's future self? Will they be able to overcome their clashing personalities? Or will the Host and their mysterious plans keep them from each other?
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Or: How, after seeing no other option, Castiel travels back in time to play matchmaker with the past versions of himself and Dean.
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Dean has to do an inspection at Sagittarius Bath House, which to his surprise, isn’t so much a bathhouse as it is a venue for gay men to go to hook up anonymously. Throughout the day he keeps running into an unwitting stranger who seems to have expected an actual bathhouse, if his flip-flops and bathrobe are anything to go by. After their encounters, Dean can't get the strange blue-eyed man out of his head. Of course nothing will come from indulging in his fantasies after their meeting, it's not like he'll ever see the handsome stranger ever again. Right?
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Castiel gets himself turned into a worm and he can only be cured by true love's kiss. Now, Dean has a lot to think about. At least he would if he didn't stubbornly refuse to think of anything as complicated as his own feelings.
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It was a nameless planet, third from its sun. Landless; windswept azure oceans roiled across its surface. But beneath the waters murky currents churned, combining and recombining acids, aminos, lipids, and all other gifts bestowed by the Creator. Until finally the fated reaction occurred: a self replicating chain. In the eyes of the Creator the change was instant, and the once lonely oceans now teemed with life.
One such thing, multilegged and compound-eyed, chitinous and pearlescent, crawled across the sandy ocean bottom and, as it had always done, filtered the ever-present currents and brought the tiny specks of life it had caught to its mouth with its pincers.
Was it the hand of the creator that intervened or had the thing reached a level of complexity, is uncertain. But there was a spark within a spark, and suddenly the thing knew itself. Dean, it knew, is what it was.