So, it's been amazing. Really great. If you want to know what happend Friday and Saturday, I've made two little summaries on my Tumblr.
DAY 1 - here
DAY 2 - here
EDIT: DAY 3 - here
Hate the sin not the sinnerTitle: Hate the sin not the sinnerHate the sin not the sinner by yawed
Warning: Spoilers for season 4. Angst
Word Count: 386
Notes: 1- The title is taken from the song Sin sin sin - Robbie Williams.
2- I'm Italian, so this fic was originally written in Italian. During translation I tried not to change anything, and if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes, let me know.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or its characters [dammit]. They belong to Eric Kripke.
Prompt: Castiel/Dean: wings
"They're white, Dean. Trust me. They're mine, I'm supposed to know what color they are."
"On Earth we say black. I don't know if up there everything is upside down, but when I saw them for the first time they were black."
"Shadows, Dean. Have you ever heard of them? A shadow is an area that direct light cannot reach because an object is obstructing i
My name’s Martina. You can call me Yawe. I’m Italian and I’m 24.
I’m xenophile and, almost certainly, I was British in my previous life. I have the brain of a five years old, the heart of a seventy years old, an overpowering passion for Shakespeare’s Hamlet, and somewhere in the endless flux of hormones I should also have some human blood, type A+ . I enjoy devouring books, TV shows, movies, music and, occasionally, food. Principally I speak by quotes, as often as not philistine, but nerd and comprehensible just by the 5% of the population on this planet (I didn’t want to rule out any potential nerdish alien life form, that’s why I didn’t say Universe).