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

Part 2 because I went over the character limit.

[fatherleary.livejournal.com]

Some thoughts that don't really fit in but I feel the need to mention: The depiction of heaven was so cruel, yet so believable. Being an angel stan I am usually one to forgive any and all of them for how they behave, but your idea of 're-education' is something that could absolutely be canon from the way the show plays it out. When it comes down to it 99% of them are just demons with wings and a nice package for the reason they are so horrible. And this didn't occur to me until the end of the fic, but the man in the hall before they go into Castiel's fishing dream, I was suddenly like "Oh god. He's still there." And while I am naturally overly sympathetic, I think it shows the quality of a writer if they can make the reader feel for someone who is not important to the overall story. It was such a small part, predictable even, like Castiel says, they were told there were people who'd wandered in accidentally and are stuck there forever, but it spoke so much of the real danger and endlessness of the place. The way it had the possibility to drive someone absolutely mad and they're just there, for eternity. A glimpse of horror that still leaves just enough to the imagination. It's a fucking terrifying thought and you painted it perfectly.

I can't say enough about this story. It's more than just a fanfiction, if this hadn't been Destiel, hell I'd have read it on its own. Congratulations and thank you for producing such a wonderful, amazing, perfect piece of work.

Re: Part 2 because I went over the character limit.

[mclachlan.livejournal.com]

This is the most epic comment I've ever seen. AND IT'S ALL FOR ME!! \o/

First, I'm really happy that you liked Castiel's characterization here. I've read plenty of stories where he's turned into some kitten in the rain, crying and moping and heartsick emo kid, but I've also read plenty where he's a total BAMF with the driest sense of humor ever. I don't think anyone's version of him adheres strictly to the canon, but I picked aspects of his canon character and meshed it with what I think he could be. All up to interpretation, I s'pose, but I hope someone'd kill me if I ever drifted into the sappy emo!Cas territory. XD

The other thing is Sam and Castiel's relationship. I really think they could be total besties; there's an interesting and playful dynamic there that we've only caught glimpses of on the show. Like when Castiel went on a bender. The way he interacted with Sam was hilarious and well-written, and all I wanted from that was more. When I didn't get more, I decided to write it for my damn self, because I want Dean to someday ask who Sam is calling and Sam's all, "idk my bff Cas?"

I'm a visual reader too, so I know exactly how you feel. When I have an idea, I will spin it into a six-part miniseries in my mind, down to camera angles and shit, until I have an entire visual representation of what it is I'm writing. Before I even put pen to paper, I'll usually end up in photoshop to see what I can make. This (http://i56.tinypic.com/346kmzr.jpg) was the first thing I did before I wrote a single word. It's not the elm, but I had to have some kind of visual for the tree and the oneiroi.

As for Heaven... I wanted to show that it's really no different than Hell, which makes sense. Lucifer and his followers were all angels before the demons were created, which means Hell was created from Heaven's cast-offs. I wanted to show that for all the angels' righteous posturing and moto bullshit, they really aren't anything more than -- as you said -- demons with nicer packaging. I mean, when Cas came back totally changed in 4.20? Some awful shit had to go down in order to scrub him of everything.

Anyway, I'm so glad you loved the story enough to leave that beast of a comment. I opened up my email this morning, read your comment, and cried. It was the best gift a writer can receive. Thank you so much.