[ SECRET POST #3107 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3107 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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02.
[Fire Emblem: Fates]


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03.
[Ocean's 11]


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04.
[Little Nicky]


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05.
[Devil Survivor 2]


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06.
[Sens8]


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08.
[Mariqueen Reznor]


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09.
[Battle Creek]


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10.
[Lucifer (TV)]


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11.
[Neil Gaiman]









Notes:

Secrets Left to Post: 02 pages, 037 secrets from Secret Submission Post #444.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
Current Secret Submissions Post: here.
Suggestions, comments, and concerns should go here.

Comments

Re: Favourite lines from fanfics!

[(Anonymous)]

“Dean, no!” Cas sobbed out, his voice raised and rapid with panic. “Please, you can’t do this! I know you, Dean, and I know you think you have to, but you can’t do this! This is an abomination, and you are the righteous man, and I know you can’t do this, please…”



Dean looked up at last, the Latin fully spoken. He swallowed with difficulty, not sure why he felt this hesitation, this something inside him that was quailing under the force of Cas’s desperation, and a near palpable sense of something electric and powerful filling the room. For a moment he considered not finishing the ritual. He could find another way.



Except, there was no other way. There was no more time.



Just Sam’s voice, echoing in his mind, “Whatever we have to do…”



“You were right before, Cas,” Dean said, his voice low and trembling slightly as he held his hand, still coated in Cas’s blood, dripping over the sigil. “Hell broke your ‘righteous man’.” He paused, glancing down at the sigil, increasingly aware of the crackling, electric power surging in the room. “Now – now, I can do whatever I have to do.”



Before he could hesitate any further, before his nerves could get the better of him, Dean brought his hand down into the center of the sigil, as Cas let out an anguished, pleading cry. A bright flash of light flooded the room, along with a shockwave of energy that knocked Dean off his feet and onto his back on the floor. The unsettling, ear-piercing sound of angels’ voices faded in, and then out again swiftly, as the light faded away – leaving only a massive wall of black, large enough to block out the light from the tiny basement windows… and the soft rustling of angel’s wings.