I don't know why I bothered to watch SPN tonight, but it will definitely be the last time this season. I will no longer be playing in canon so if you want a canon Cas/Leviatain or whoever he is, look elsewhere.
My Castiel will be available upon request to anyone who is still looking to play with the angel but other than that I'm retiring him. I've lost interest in the show and the direction it's taken.
I can't even put into words how I feel about this. Seriously. I am so pissed and frustrated. Ugh, screw you, Season 7, fucking up my angel like this. Screw. You.
I haven’t done this one in a while. It’s almost Halloween which means it’s time for the Trick or Treat Meme! Here’s how it goes:
You can choose a Trick or a Treat
If you choose Trick: Give me any Hollywood horror movie cliché and I will write your muse and my muse into that situation. Zombie survival, unstoppable killer, or evil ghosts, whatever it is you think would be fun.
If you choose Treat: Give me any Halloween costume and I will write my muse in that costume when your muse is another. If you want to, put a link to the costume. Nothing is off limits, whether silly or sexy.
Title: On Stormy Wings Rating: R Characters: Castiel, Dean, Sam, Adam, Jo, John, Mary, Ellen, Bobby, Karen, Ash, Chuck, Pam, Gabriel, Rufus, etc. AU: Animal Shifter Author's Note: I read a SPN shifter fic and thought it was rather stupid even though it was highly reccomended to me. It was just so... unbelievable, poorly written and wrong that I wanted to write one for myself. So I did. This is the result. Enjoy the first SPN thing I've written in like months.
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While he was born of the Storm Wing clan, Castiel was raised by the Wind Chasers. As a young raven, he had been thrown from the nest by an owl. Alone on the forest floor as a little chick, he had struggled his stubby little wings flapping frantically against the leaf litter and ground as he called and called and called for his clan to come for him. They never did.
Instead Castiel found himself in a warm, wet mouth with sharp teeth. The mouth was gentle though, holding him firmly but without hurting him. He didn’t know what was going on, though he was aware he was moving, going somewhere, going away from his clan’s traditional nesting territory.
Where he ended up was a floor like he’d never felt before. It was smooth, not like the forest floor with all the leaves and twigs. It made it impossible for him to get righted until some soft hands picked him up, cradling him gently. It was his first contact with the Wind Chasers, being rescued by Sam Wind Chaser and then cared for by Mary Wind Chaser.
The Wind Chasers, being wolves, were not quite sure what to do with a raven chick at first. Mary Wind Chaser found him a nice box which she filled with soft fluffy towels and then set him under a nice warm lamp. It took them longer to figure out what to feed him, but Bobby Long Howl’s fishing bate worked nicely. The Long Howls were an allied pack with the Wind Chasers, along with the Heart Veil pack but because Sam Wind Chaser had picked him up so Castiel was claimed by the Wind Chasers.
By the time of his first human shift, he was quite used to being cared for by wolves. Unlike the ravens, there was no expectation for him to figure things out on his own. The first time he tried to climb out of his box nest, Mary Wind Chaser kept putting him back in until he snapped at her fingers. He tumbled off the edge of the box, off the table and onto the kitchen floor where he righted himself, shook his baby feathers and shifted into a little boy.
It was easier for the Wind Chasers to care for him as a child. They stuck him together with their sons, Sam, Adam and Dean. All the Wind Chasers were variations on the same thing, earthy tones of brown and sandy brown hair and varying shades of green eyes. Castiel was an oddity to the Wind Chaser pups with his dark black hair and piercing blue eyes. Joanna Heart Veil was the most cautious around him, usually hiding behind Sam or Adam when he was around. Dean Wind Chaser has no fear, though, and quickly tried to introduce him into the wolf world of establishing dominance through play.
pissed off
