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If season 6 laid the foundation for canon Destiel season 8 raised the support beams. The sheer amount of interaction and emotion between them. The way they understand each other, trust each other, need each other. I was on the edge of my SEAT watching this season waiting for a relapse into season 7 and them being so at odds, but NO. The trust they’d built was too strong for that by this point. Dean knew, he KNEW that if something weird was up with Cas, it wasn’t Cas himself that was the problem. Literally I will never be okay and normal about this. Season 7 Dean could barely look at him and season 8 he looks up through bloody eyes on his KNEES and says “this isn’t you.” I can’t breathe.

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Glossary of Quotes, References, and Allusions in 'And This, Your Living Kiss'

INTRODUCTION

I’ve put together this official glossary for my fic due to multiple requests. Please read the whole introduction before you explore it.

First and foremost, I am a lover of literature and music but I’m not an expert. Dates are mostly taken from Wikipedia; definitions are in my own words but whenever I doubted myself I confirmed and/or adjusted using The Princeton Encyclopedia of Poetry and Poetics, fourth edition.

What this glossary is:

A list, in order of appearance, of any reference I/the characters have made with links and receipts when necessary EXCEPT for Supernatural references. There are very many of those and are meant for fans of the show to enjoy. A handful of extremely obvious references (e.g. Moana) have also been skipped.

What this glossary is not:

—Me explaining why I/the character chose to make that reference

—Me either endorsing or condemning any of these works and/or their creators

However, in order for people to make informed decisions, I have added a few Caveat lector warnings (reader beware) wherever I am aware of egregious negative themes. Use your own discretion from there. Please also understand I may be ignorant of some things myself in which case no warning will appear.

I’ve tried to keep the editorializing to a minimum. That said, if you have questions or want me to expand on anything contained herein, drop an ask and I’ll do my best to answer.

To navigate:

Each entry begins with phrases copied as written from the fic in order of their appearance. Therefore this will probably be the most helpful to read if you have both fic and glossary open on your screen; otherwise use your browser’s “find” function for keywords. People/works that are mentioned more than once only appear in the glossary the first time. Likewise, if it is defined in the fic itself I generally did not add it here, so double-check if you think something was missed.

Lastly, please enjoy!

opal <3

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Lazarus Rising 

My first waking thought is: what’s dead should stay dead.
Stirring in my grave, pain cracks open my limbs
As they heave off the heavy cloak of deathly lead

And darkness woven expertly around me by deep depression,
A humble funeral shroud for my turbulent mind and body,
Rendered lifeless in this life, and for good reason.

The waking is endless. Each of my extremities
Trembles, tearing apart dry muscle from brittle bone,
Nerves popping as blood quickens, and gritting teeth

I punch past my coffin’s cheap wood. I atone
For my sins with ruptured knuckles, for my lies
I breathe in the grave dirt that was my home.

When I breach the surface I hear the poet’s lines;
They grip me tight. It fills me with dread
To be alive, looking into a kind man’s eyes.
     What’s dead should stay dead.

— And This, Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets (@asecretvice on tumblr)

Only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet Jack Allen is just Kansas mechanic Dean Winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. Not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen.
Until, that is, a string of coincidences leads Dean to auditing a poetry course with one Dr. Castiel Novak. The professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome…and just so happens to be academia’s foremost expert on the poetry of Jack Allen.