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You can find me on ao3 as biscuit_tin... So. I'm a pastry chef - I bake tasty things, knit, reblog stuff, gush about my kitties, and post things I draw. Sometimes I complain about things, but that's pretty much it. Feel free to ask me questions - I'm a thirty-something ace who definitely doesn't have stuff figured out, so bear with me, yeah? (They/Them or She/Her are fine)
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Story Title: The Vessels of the Peregrine Fandom: Supernatural (2005) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41643558 Summary: Direct sequel/follow up to The Angel of Emetgis V. Dean is yeeted through space by Sparky the Very Demanding Angel and Dean is OVER the whole "might die any minute" thing and the "perform holy labor without compensation" thing. He has a right to be pissed, okay? Except--well--the angel is really, really pretty. And the work has to be done. Now with: weird pilgrims, a kid who doesn't think Dean is cool, yet more uncompensated labor, and a nosy Fed. NB: there will be further works in this series. Warnings: minor injuries, near death experience Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Nancy Fitzgerald, Jimmy Novak (Supernatural), Amelia Novak, Claire Novak, Donatello Redfield, Victor Henriksen Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester When I Started: February 2022 How I Lost My Shit: I claimed Aceriee's beautiful art for the Dean/Cas Reverse Bang 2022. The plot quickly ballooned far beyond what I would be able to finish by deadline, so I wrote the first act or book and posted it as The Angel of Emetgis. How I Finished My Shit: I wanted very badly to finish the whole story, but knew that it would get constantly pushed to the backburner by other fic and fests. The WIP Big Bang was perfect because it allowed me to bring on my own artist, as Aceriee had offered to do further art for the 'verse.

Teaser:

There's too much noise.

In space, Dean's own breaths were awful, the rumbling of his guts and the susuration of blood pulsing through his ears. Here on the Peregrine, there are clangs--sharp reports of collision that Dean is too weak to flinch away from. Scraping, whooshing, swishing--fabric moving against itself, air sluicing through the vents, hard-soled shoes against the deck and tools and dishes sliding across hard surfaces.

The nurse spoons something into his mouth: the first food in weeks that wasn't injected directly into his veins. The flavor is so intense that Dean nearly blacks out. The weight of it on his tongue and the back of his throat feels like a rock, and nearly chokes him. Here lies Dean Winchester: survived outer space, then died from pudding.

Art post: Please also check out Aceriee's art on Tumblr and Ao3!

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