angel(s) falling from Heaven.
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Castiel Worthington, the youngest son of Duke Worthington, was a handsome, rich, respectable gentleman of five and thirty, who fancied long, solitary walks and the study of bees. He had led a simple life in West Sussex and would have been contented to continue his uneventful existence had he not met the most arrogant and brazen commoner on this side of the Thames, Dean Winchester. Once a successful mercantile family, the Winchesters had fallen into ruin after the late Mr. Winchester had squandered their fortunes on his own eccentric hobbies, and now his eldest son had managed to find his way into Duke Worthington’s employment.
Sneezing for the fifth time that hour, Dean turned his bleary, blood-shot eyes towards the Hufflepuff and studied him suspiciously.
"I wonder why I’m suddenly deathly allergic to you, Cas."
Castiel smiled nervously as something mewed within his over-sized robes.
Once upon a time, in the faraway lands of Myj-Etnow, there lived a proud and terrible king named Douglas who swore to kill all the princes in his land in order to secure his position as supreme commander of the realm. On the day that he announced this decree, a single, stuttering voice dared to criticize his mandate, finding fault in the syntactical structure of Sections 5.3 and 7.1. Luckily, the king took a liking to this particularly well-read prince and appointed him as the royal grammatician, not yet realizing that after a few years of ever-more-superfluous edits to the mandate, he would be burning the decree and declaring Prince Martin as his royal consort.
Dean was a kid who had never been prone to crying, but he had had a particularly trying day, with Sammy running away and his father blaming him for it; Life never failed to remind him how much of a disappointment he was to the ones he loved. Kicking a pebble as he dragged his feet miserably along the forest path, Dean let out a soft, hiccup-y sob. An angel walked, unseen, beside the distressed child, wishing he was not under strict orders to remain a silent guardian to the child he loved more dearly than God.
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Ah that was fun! :) Kind of cheated on the last one with that semicolon but MAN, three-line ficlets are hard!
One feels would be one degree of intensity towards emotional trauma.
For example, you grow fond of the ship, Destiel.
At one feels, you grow fond of the ship, Destiel, and Cas is permanently killed.
At two feels, you grow fond of the ship, Destiel, and Cas is permanently killed by a possessed Dean, who then awakes to find Cas’ limp vessel in his bloodied hands and promptly goes insane.
At three feels, you grow fond of the ship, Destiel, and Balthazar alters the timeline causing Dean to meet Cas before his mother dies. Cas, in the body of a young boy, befriends Dean, and they become inseparable. One day, due to a severe misunderstanding, Cas is led to believe that Dean has betrayed him. In a fit of divine wrath, he kills Dean’s parents before Azazel even arrives. Dean blames himself for his parents’ deaths and commits suicide. Cas, still in an 5-year-old boy’s body, cradles the 4-year-old Dean in his arms as he bleeds out. Cas breaks down in all-too-human tears as God strips away his divinity for his sins.
At four feels, you grow fond of the ship, Destiel, and… you do not recall what occurs at four feels because you have already been emotionally crippled beyond repair.
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