Title: How Dean, Sam and Johnny Spent Their Christmas Vacation (2/2)
Author: Commodoresexual
Disclaimer: Spoilers through 4.11. I don't own Supernatural, Dean, Sam, Castiel, or Castiel's possible vessel.
Rating: PG-13, warnings for violence, hate crimes
Genre/Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam, Castiel's (AU) Vessel
Warnings: As per usual, my view on religion is probably not the conventional one, so you have been warned!
Notes: Part of my Conversations with Angels universe - taking place after Part 5. This is Part Two, after a HUGE OMG hiatus. BUT IT IS FINISHED. REJOICE. I know I did. Part One is here.
Also, yeah, the vessel here is not Jimmy Novak. No worries, I have an idea on how to work him in later into my little AU verse.
Summary: On the last six days of Christmas...



( Fire. Burning, VENGEFUL FIRE. I hath brought, and you shalt take it. )

I just watched five episodes of Supernatural back to back to back to back to BACK.

My brain, she is fried.

( Cut for Supernatural 4x15 Backdated SQUEE )

Back to work! I'm not allowed to watch the episode until I get this next bit written.

STAR TREK IS AWESOME. KIRK IS AWESOME, SPOCK IS AWESOME, BONES IS AWESOME, UHURA IS AWESOME, AND SCOTTY AND SULU AND CHEKOV ARE AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME AND TOGETHER THEY MAKE A MOVIE OF AWESOMENESS AND GODDAMNIT, WHY IS THERE NOT ANOTHER ONE ALREADY?

So yeah. It's great. Everyone should go see it.

Title: How Dean, Sam and Johnny Spent Their Christmas Vacation (1/2)
Author: Commodoresexual
Disclaimer: Spoilers through 4.11. I don't own Supernatural, Dean, Sam, Castiel, or Castiel's possible angel.
Rating: PG-13
Genre/Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam, Castiel's Vessel
Warnings: As per usual, my view on religion is probably not the conventional one, so you have been warned!
Notes: Part of my 'Conversations with Angels' universe - taking place after Part 5. This is Part One, split into six chapters. My thanks to tracey_loo_who and bathsweaver for telling me to get on with it and just post the darned thing.
Summary: On the first six days of Christmas...

( Well, we're normal for paranormal )

I'll preface this post by saying - Normal People, Continue On Your Business. This is fandom!discussion that I doubt you care about. I'm fine, life is fine, you can now move on down your friend's list and not worry about the Wren. This is for Supernatural fangirls and boys alone, so yeah.

Okay. Waiting a minute here.

All right.

Now, to continue, some time ago I promised tracey_loo_who my own personal take on Dean/Castiel. Currently over on spn_castiel someone came right out and asked us Dastiel fans, 'No, seriously guys, WTF?', in a much politer tone than that.

This was my response, expanded, because I didn't cover the Castiel-side.

( Dean and Castiel - a partnership )

Title: Conversations with Angels (5/5)
Author: Commodoresexual
Disclaimer: I do not own Dean, Sam, Castiel, Ruby, or Uriel. Or any other heavenly creatures, sad to say.
Rating: PG-13 for language and dirty, dirty porn!thoughts. No porn. (yeeeet)
Genre/Pairing: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Ruby, Uriel, and OMAC. Dean/Castiel, Sam/Ruby hinted.
Warnings: Spoilers up through 4.10, and at this point I can safely say? AU universe. Yet again, this is my interpretation of God, his Angels, and the whole kitandkaboodle. No smitey! Also, any similarities between totally hot and amazing British actors and characters in this story is completely, ah, coincidental. Maybe. Ahem.
Notes: Well this is it, the last chapter in the Conversations with Angels main arc. It's been a hellva fun ride, and personally I'm looking forward to digging more into this universe that I've created. Also, I blame all of you. Yep. All of you. Whatever comes out of my demented brain after this is your fault for inspiring me with your praise and love. If Kripke ever comes for my ass, I'm pointing him in your direction. Just sayin'.

I also want to dedicate part of this fic to tracey_loo_woo, and teh_blackspy. You two know exactly what you're responsible for, and thank you so much for it. It made this story much richer than I thought it could be.

Summary: Three things are necessary for the salvation of man: to know what he ought to believe; to know what he ought to desire; and to know what he ought to do.

Also, for those just joining us?
First Conversation
Second Conversation
Third Conversation
Fourth Conversation

( Makes a girl think that you can't bring it the distance, Angel )

Bonjour, 2009!

( Have a little faith )

NOTE: I just realized that I screwed up the numbering on this part. It's not 5.B, it's 4.B - not two seperate fics but just one long one. I wondered why so many people were like, 'Awww, sad that it's done and I'm like, WTF? I still have one more part. I finally looked at the heading and did a hand-slap-to-the-forehead. Dur. Fixed now. Expect the final part soon!

Title: Conversations with Angels (4/5)
Author: Commodoresexual
Disclaimer: I do not own The Boys, The Angel, The Impala, or the town of Spearfish, South Dakota. Most of those belong to Kripke. But at least Kripke shares.
Rating: PG-13
Genre/Pairing: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Bobby. Dean/Castiel.
Warnings: Spoilers up through 4.10. This is my version of Heavenly affairs and attitude, so no smiting. I also have the same mystical creature as maychorian fantasic series, Entertaining Angels, but the name and some of the powers are all that are the same.
Notes: I kind of feel slow considering how many of my favorite authors have pounded out their parts for their stories - but eh. I feel better in taking my time than rushing through this. One more part in this storyline, and it'll be a lead-in to everything else I do in this universe. Set after First Conversation, the
Second Conversation
and the Third Conversation.
Summary: Never will I leave you, never will I forsake you.

( You know how I know you're gay? )

Updated! Now fully complete, just follow the link at the bottom, please and thank you.

I have had this journal for five years, officially. HAPPY JOURNAL DAY TO ME!

Title: Conversations with Angels (3/?)
Author: Commodoresexual
Disclaimer: I do not own Sam, Dean, Castiel, or Macy's. Of these, Santa, I would like the first three, though. KTHXBAI.
Rating: PG-13, for language.
Genre/Pairing: Dean, Castiel, Sam, OC. Dean/Castiel UST
Warnings: Spoilers up through 4.10. Religious interpretation entirely of my own mind, and has nothing to do with any major faith or philosophy. So no smiting the Wren, please.
Notes: You know, I thought it was hard to write Sam? Dean is kinda harder, but the hardest was Castiel talking with his vessel. I'm thinking one more part before Christmas, but since I like this universe I've created so much, I might just keep it around for other things. The song for the headings is 'Everything' by Lifehouse, which I consider my Dean/Castiel song. Set after The First and Second Conversations.
Summary: There are three things that last forever - Faith, Hope, and Love.

( Seriously? He fell in love in a Macy's? )

Nice. Now I even have an icon for this pairing. Truly all is right in the world. *beam*

Title: Conversations with Angels (2/?)
Author: Commodoresexual
Disclaimer: Spoilers up through 4.10. I don't own Dean, Sam, OR Castiel. How sad is that?
Rating: PG-13 for language, and bad, dirty thoughts.
Genre/Pairing: Sam, Castiel, Dean. Dean/Castiel teasers.
Warnings: Yet again, I'm not a religious person. My ideas of faith and God's love and all that? As close as I can get to Kripke's universe. Also, it's another self-beta, so beware the error rabbits.
Notes: You know what's harder than writing angels? Writing Sam talking/shouting/warming up to an angel. Buuuuut I think it turned out pretty well so far. Takes place immediately after the First Conversation. I love concurrence, don't you? Numbered titles from "You're a God" by Vertical Horizon.
Summary: God helps those who help themselves.

( In some ways, dealing with Uriel was a lot easier. )

Good lord, sometimes I actually use this journal for it's ORIGINAL purpose. I am personally shocked. Hee.

Title: Conversations with Angels (1/?)
Author: Commodoresexual
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. If I did, Kripke owes me a LOT o'money.
Rating: PG-13, for a few snippets of language
Featuring: Castiel, Anna, Uriel, Dean, Sam. Dean/Castiel bent.
Warnings: Spoilers up through 4.10. I'm not religious. This is my OWN interpretation of divine powers as I understand them in the Kripke universe. Trust me when I say I mean to offend NO-ONE. Also, this one is running only under my beta, so forgive the errors.
Notes: While I love Supernatural and have been watching from the beginning, this is my first foray into the Supernatural-verse, and since they're planning on keeping Castiel the MOST AWESOME ANGEL EVER on for quite some time, probably not my last. Be gentle with me. I'm a virgin. Feedback is love.
Summary: To err is human. To forgive, divine.

( If there is fault in the student, then there is fault in the master. )

I have three words to say to you, Nation.

Yes. We. Did.

1. I haven't checked this thing in so long that to go through all the friends posts I probably need to, I'll have to go through like, A BILLION. So I'll just review from this day on, shall I?

2. I'm crampy. This house is cold, and I'm CRAMPY. I'm sure everyone sees the problem.

3. I spent a long time being blissfully unaware that Law & Order had changed up their cast to something cool that I could relate to. Then I end up watching TNT and got fascinated by Linus Roache and Jeremy Sisto. Good thing about this - yah adding Linus Roache to my cadre of Obscure British Actors! Bad thingS about this - I can't find episodes 7 or 8 for love or money, and Goddamnit Why Can't Linus Roache Do A Film That Won't Depress Me? GRAH!

4. My brakes are apparently f-ucked. Add to that that one of the bolts in the front carriage apparently snapped and needs to be replaced. I'm looking at hundreds of dollars in repairs. I need a new job that covers all this, or in fact to win the McDonald's Monopoly challenge.

5. I'm worried about my friends - a lot of them have lost beloved pets recently. Not to mention it makes me miss my own dogs of days gone past. Which considering my highly emotional state, means I will now be bawling like a baby.

6. Sigh. At least the weather's nice.