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    Dear Castiel, 

    Hello – it’s Castiel. This must all seem very confusing, and I’m sorry for that. Dean says to tell you that this isn’t some kind of ‘time-travel stunt’, although I’m sure that won’t be your first thought. I know it wasn’t mine. I’ve told Dean to leave now, as this is my notebook and I want everything in it to come from me – or rather, from you. I know you think it's the fifteenth of January, 2010, but it isn't. At the time of my writing this, the date is the fourth of October, 2013. Dean Winchester is your boyfriend of a year and a half, and you no longer work at the library, and in early 2010 you were hit by a car and hospitalised. I’m sorry.

    a.k.a the 50 First Dates Dean/Cas AU where Castiel wakes up on a day just like any other, except that three years have passed without his knowing, and Dean Winchester is in the kitchen wanting to marry him.

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    10 Aug 2023

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    “How have you been here like, five hours and you’re running my shitty life already,” Richie grumbles, stifling a yawn. “Are there type-A dogs? Is that a thing?”

    Hot dogs for breakfast, courtesy of chef Richie, who wonders aloud if this is like, cannibalism before he puts it on a plate in front of him. Being a dog sucks, Eddie thinks gloomily, thoughts thick with visions of steel-cut oatmeal and green juices and honeydew melon, although his new taste buds have decided that hot dogs are actually just fine. His mind is the same, unfortunately, and he has to keep himself from thinking too hard on macros and his sodium intake and whether or not hot dogs are gluten-free, because he’s already got a fragile grip on everything like this and he thinks he’d lose it entirely if he did. He’d spent forty years knowing his body, every little thing about it, maintaining it carefully, like a temple, and now he doesn’t know the first thing about it. In fact, he has no idea if dogs can even have gluten allergies.


    After Derry, Richie is caught in the throes of grief, and Eddie is a miniature Spitz/Pomeranian cross.

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    01 Jul 2022

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    Eddie’s lighting some candles — very carefully — when the beat starts to pick up. Then he gets a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the back of Stan and Mike’s door, and thinks, Fuck it. I deserve to have a little fun.

    He’s young! Kind of. He’s alone!

    He just needs to let go, like Mike said, so he takes off his underwear and lets himself move to the music.

    The probability of this back-firing is very low.

    Right?

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    Or: Eddie decides to have some fun, and Richie conveniently lives across the street.

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    23 Jun 2022

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    The house on Neibolt was standing again.

    Bill was talking about going in alone. How?

    “So does somebody want to say something?” Eddie asked, still breathing, still fucking breathing and alive and not dripping his Goddamn organs out of his chest.

    “Richie said it the b-best when we were here last,” Bill said.

    “Holy fuck.”

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    21 Jun 2022