Oneiroi [epilogue]

[mclachland]

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There is a tree on a sun-soaked hill, an elm with resigned branches that births globules of light and thought, heavy fruit sprouting wings. They tear from the boughs and fly away, leaving the sad elm, never to return and never missed. More blossom in their place almost immediately.

He studies it -- this well-oiled machine -- and is so engrossed in the process that he does not hear the heavy footsteps in the grass behind him.

"It was the first of my dreams," Dean says, coming to stand beside Cas. He shoves his hands into his pockets and looks up at the tree with a critical eye -- usually reserved for the Impala or a piece of pie. Except this is not Dean. "I wanted an extension of me, a piece to do my work should I find myself far away. A part of me, a dream that dreams."

"It is magnificent," Cas admits, watching the process with awe. The fruit, the creatures he has come to know and fear and understand, pull away and drift into the sky. The oneiroi will find the minds of the inhabitants of some world out there, whether it is Earth or a place that does not know of angels and humans and a failed deity's kingdom. He tracks them until they leave his sight.

Dean rocks on his heels and then gazes out into the fields, sunlight reflected back in his eyes, his skin, and Cas is not sure how he could have ever thought this poorly-made copy was Dean Winchester. "It will not be long. A blip. A blink. A breath, and then you will finally be here, my Castiel, dreaming of me."

At the bottom of the hill, the tall grasses rustle and part, and Cas cannot contain the smile that blossoms across his face.

"Cas!"

He shakes his head, still smiling. "You're mistaken. It's true that someday I will be here. I will dream for you, perhaps even with you, but… I will never dream of you."

His words are final, and he leaves Morpheus on the hill to wait for the end of this blip, blink, breath.

Running down the gilded slope to join Dean, Cas holds him careful and close, swallowing his laughter and pulling him back into the grass, into gold, until they disappear.


“As I lay me down to sleep, this I pray:
that you will hold me dear.
Though I'm far away I whisper your name into the sky,
and I will wake up happy.”

End.


Notes:

So, I guess when I said that "Named" was my first and last Big Bang story, I lied. "Oneiroi" was a long time in coming, actually, having first been an original screenplay about a girl who goes into Demos Oneiroi to rescue the kid she's in love with. In 2009, I was gearing up to seriously give thought to shopping it around when I heard that Christopher Nolan was making a movie about dreams. I ended up shelving it, because who would ever contend with Christ Nolan (even if our plots were completely and utterly different)? I ended up using it for my DCBB mostly because I had only a month to write it and I could come up with nothing else.

Writing from Castiel's POV was the hardest thing about it and I probably (re: definitely) will never do that again.

I'm glad I wrote it, but I'm fucking stoked it's over. On to new things!


Thanks:

I would be completely in the wrong if I didn't thank the people who yelled/cajoled/threatened/bribed/sat up until the wee hours of the morning with/loved me throughout June and July.

First and foremost, thanks to my betas peroxidepest17 and nanoochka for pretty much carrying me through the writing process. I'm sure they were ready to murder me in cold blood if I were to say "OH GOD I CAN'T DO THIS" one more time, and no jury would convict them. Between the late night chats, treating them like my own personal sounding board, and bothering them around 2am and pleading for reassurance, I honestly couldn't have done it without them. Thank you so very much. I owe you girls everything -- and by everything, I mean most if not all of my viable, transplantable organs. I love you both.

Thanks to miki_moo, my fabulous artist, for her wonderful work! She is one of the sweetest, most enthusiastic people I've ever had the privilege of working with. She did a great job -- EVERYONE GO CHECK OUT HER ART!

Thanks to timetravel, staraflur, nightanddaze, alexwhitman25, and everyone else who cheerleaded/kicked my ass.

And, of course, as always: thanks to tigbit for being there. <3

Comments

[blue-fjords.livejournal.com]

What a monumental achievement! To combine such a cerebral concept with scenes of action and terror, domestic bliss and mythology, and have everything flow? All while the theme of love and devotion permeates every scene? Damn. This was so fantastic and I'm still reeling from it, have a feeling I'll be thinking about it for a looooong time. Cas here -- my heart bled for him, he was so real, so beautiful and his love for Dean was so raw and pure. And his love for Sam and Sam's love for him -- geez, I have tears in my eyes thinking about it, gah.

I thought you did a marvelous job w/ the feeling of dread w/ the dinosaurs and the fakeout diner and the lost dude speaking a Slavic language, and I loved the flashes of humor, and the bit where Cas tells Sam to stop making fun of him for getting some references wrong (I think it touched upon a universal desire to, well, not be ridiculed -- everyone needs to feel respected by someone, I think, just as we need some kind of love, be it familial or romantic or what) but my favorite part was the boat dream. I loved how mundane and gentle it was -- Sam calling it boring was a highlight of the story. I just thought it was very special.

Brilliant tale, and engrossing, and I shall dream about it now. There shall be no doors in my dreams, though! Thank you so much for sharing your imagination and skill w/ us!

[mclachlan.livejournal.com]

Man, I am so happy you liked this. The more I re-read it, the more I think of all the things I didn't put in it. I wrote the story in a month, so I really only had time for what you read, but there was supposed to be so much more. More dreams, more cohesiveness, more memories and fears, two more dreams from Sam, an appearance by Jimmy, and a bunch of other shit. It kind of blows my mind when people say they love this story because I'm kind of like "BUT IT'S NOT REALLY AS COOL AS IT COULD'VE BEEN."

Anyway. I took half an ambien a few minutes ago and I'm kinda ramble-y, but thank you so much for the wonderful feedback. AND GOOD, I'M GLAD YOUR DREAMS ARE DOORLESS. AS THEY SHOULD BE.