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Chapter 1: Dean had been sitting at Cas’ bedside ever since he arrived at the hospital. Which had been what, three, four days ago? He was losing track of time, just wanting to be there when Cas woke up. He’d get up for a quick toilet break, or to take a quick shower in the bathroom attached to the room Castiel was in. He’d never been more glad his mother was a nurse, Mary would check in on him and Cas whenever she could and sit with Castiel when he took a shower. He could hear Sam outside the room, talking to Jess on his phone, telling her that the short visit would be prolonged for an unknown amount of time. Dean was glad

Find yourself and lose it at the rock show ‘Dean! Where are you?!’ Sam yelled, running into the garage. ‘Hold on, I’ll be with you in a sec,’ came the muffled reply. It was then that Sam saw his older brother’s boots and jeans sticking out from under a car. Sam impatiently hopped from one leg on the other, holding the envelope with Dean’s birthday present in his hands. ‘Come ooohoooon! You’re taking forever!’ Sam exclaimed, making a bitch face. Not long after, Dean crawled from under the car and faced his brother, shoving an envelope his way. ‘Hold on, I need to clean up fo

55: Waiting It broke Roxas' heart into a thousand tiny pieces, to watch his lover like this. So broken, so alone, so vulnerable. He'd never met Axel in life, and even though it was, in a way, a relief to be able to be with him now, in death, it was heartbreaking at the same time. They'd never feel each other's warmth, the comfort of the closeness. It would never happen, and the thought alone made Roxas shudder. Axel had spent the first evening talking to several people, asking them why Roxas, why him, why them. As Roxas watched from beside him, sitting cross-legged on the floor, he knew nobody would give him the answers, because nobody had

Theme 35: Hold my hand Dance forever, my only one Roxas was just minding his own business, riding his bike home when hell came down to earth. He'd had a good day, nothing special, but from one moment to the next his world had been turned upside down. His phone had rang, and the thing being in his pocket and him being on his bike made it quite complicated to pick up, but he managed all the same. He frowned when he didn't recognize the number, but picked up anyway. "Hi, this is Roxas." "Roxas, it's Axel." "Oh, hey you!" Roxas smiled, Axel never called him. "Rox, she's dead." His smile fell, he could've known he wouldn't have happy news…

Silent symphony Softly, Axel willed the piano to come to life, the notes forming gently, yet steadily in the air, filling the small practice room with his voice. His long fingers touched the black and white keys carefully, as if more pressure would break the trance he was slowly creating. Axel kept his eyes closed, like he did most of the time when he was playing the piano, his way of talking. He didn't have to see the keys, didn't need to see the notes. Playing had become as easy as breathing for him, it had become one of the two ways he communicated with the outer world. The other way were a bunch of post-its or a notebook and a pen. His

As Roxas was trying to pay attention to a damn awful lecture on memory, his mind began to wander. His annoyance with the teacher's horrible English was fading to the background as he thought back to the strange encounter he'd had the day before. The flaming red hair, the bright green eyes, the soft yet strong hands that pulled him back to his feet... Who was this guy? What right did he have to walk into Roxas' mess he called life and confuse him like this? Roxas had been lost in thought, not paying attention to where he was going and had managed to bump into said redhead. Of course, he fell none too gracefully on his butt, winced and looke