Title: WINNING THE APOCALYPSE BY REPUDIATING THE ANNIHILATION OF THE HUMAN RACE!
Author: Briar
Fandom: Supernatural
Sam and Dean have the same recurring dreams. Which they share.
There's a lake. And Castiel seems to have thrown his trenchcoat onto the still and clear water, neatly folded into a pile.
Where the coat sinks it turns into bubbles around a quicksand sinking puddle of something that looks like unfiltered unprocessed Beverly Hillbillies Texan oil or just in those dimensions a sort of interstitial space tar pit nestled in the water with a life of its own?
The dream is their fathers and they are looking through his eyes.
They realize after dreaming the same dream every twilight for ten years of nights back to back only to wake up at dawn that they in sharing the dream can manipulate their father into action he must take to communicate with them.
Castiel ends up going to his hippie nouveaux community, turning everyone there not into so much free love but a sort of warm, hugging type of school, which turn them all into angels.
If Jehovah's Witnesses have a bible that is open and friendly to the Pokemon grew-up-on-it generations, in due sincerity and kindnesses, and the Mormons believe willfully and cheerfully and stolidly every elder patriarch creates galaxies where every Christian son who fathers has his own planet that he rules with his wife, then Castiel has made the perfect philosophical theosophy without flaws in tautology of fusing Christian elements from even both to mash them up in the fervor of how Methodist, Baptist, Presbyterian, Anglican, Lutheran, Calvinist thought which he blends with Catholic precepts and Jewish Orthodox, Conservative, Reform, and even secular living.
"Christ... is like an egg-yolk." I know 'cause I've met him, he muses.
He talks about Buddhist Christian living, Confucian Christian living. Taoist Christian precepts, Hindu Christian forks and oceans of congruency in perceptions and laws through history.
He even says Jewish Muslim things having to do with prophecies beyond the Apocrypha and Moslem worshiping Christ as an equal and holy prophet among many other things.
He thinks, yes.
This is mine. Also.
This is ours.
Also!
Sam and Dean's wings grow in immediately. They treat them like stripes or pips.
They think, Oh!
On the eleventh year of dreaming- shared dreaming- dreaming as one that they are their father, or in him, as of him-- their dad's wings grow, and he flies to heaven.
On the thirteenth year they repel the alien demon invasion from the hell they had made of their own dimension since reaching
tugpa and touching our home planet Earth, which is heaven, since 1970 with the worldwide victory of everyone growing wings, and their ghostly angels corporeal flying down from celestial kingdom, from stratosphere and clouds of pearly white, to down home gritty war, to join us in our humbled worldly party not in 1999 but in 2019, to pray all into safety and to flourish us the Christs as if we had been married with children in one modern family against the antifamily of the therein to be deafeated with surety that dastardly diabolical Satans.
The Christs are a good bunch.
The Satans are too boorish and unevolved, in surliness they are no match for the good universe of God next door, turned into the here and now, and how our multiverse, anchored in reality, with the cornerstone as the firm foundation builds today eternities in light.
Forever.
All of the lights.
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