THE CIRCLE OF LOVE
WOW Trash: With Valentines Day looming, certain Supernatural characters feel inspired to reveal their true feelings for each other. Four individual drabbles by Amberdreams, Dizzo, The Ymp and xlittleangx (not necessarily in that order). We missed you Edina Clouds, get well soon hunny x
Spoilers for various season 9 goings on, warnings for one F-bomb.
Disclaimer: We don't own any of them!
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Crowley luvs Dean
Squirrel, my black heart bleeds for you. You've always been my favourite Winchester...I have a certain weakness for white trash. Especially with your crippling daddy issues, lack of self-esteem and now...that Mark you carry..? Just a short hop, skip and a jump to being one of us isn't it? They say that it's customary to send loved ones gifts on Valentine's Day. Well I can't see Moose stepping up with a heart-shaped cherry pie anytime soon! And I may have forgotten what love is a long time ago but I still value respect.
I respect you Dean.
You are worthy.
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Dean+Cas 4eva
So, how's the angel thing working? It feels like forever since you left.
Please forgive me for pushing you out when you needed me most, but it was Sammy. Not that it's done me much good; I've seriously crossed a line. Sam and I've always trash talked, but this time...
But you're a survivor. Heaven knows I don't have faith in much, but I do have faith in you.
The things we've been through, somehow always coming out in one piece.
We might not always make the right decisions, but we do them for the right reasons.
Come home.
Soon.
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Angelic Love for Sam
Dear Sam
Dean tells me St Valentine has a feast day where humans express feelings for each other in rhyme. I told him this is very strange, as a message from a man bloodily martyred in Rome hardly seems friendly. He told me to 'just trash it'. He's given me an example and told me to extemporise.
Roses are red, violets are blue
I no longer think badly of you
I apologise for the lack of iambic pentameter, but Dean tells me Valentine messages do not have to be fucking sonnets.
I hope this will prove satisfactory.
Kind regards
Castiel
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Sam's angry love – or maybe not?
Crowley,
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Or shall I compare you to the unctuous douchebag you are?
You came into our lives; the King of Hell, promising to help us when all you were helping was Crowley.
It's ironic that you sold your soul for a bigger dick, when you're the biggest dick of all.
Since then, you've hung around us like a bad smell, a pile of fly-blown trash in a sharp suit.
Now you're pretending to help Dean.
Please be my Valentine, Crowley.
I'd love that; after all, I kill everything else that loves me.
Sam.
xxxxx
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