cockles gothic
-You ship Cockles. You are not sure when you started to ship Cockles, and you are not sure you want to ship Cockles, but this is irrelevant. You cannot remember a time when your happiness was not inexplicably tied to the interactions of Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins.
-There is a convention this weekend. There was a convention last weekend. You cannot remember a weekend when there was not a convention. You are not sure when they find time to film the show. It does not matter. Nothing matters as long as Jensen’s hand remains on Misha’s shoulder.
-Jensen and Misha have no scheduled panel together at this convention. You are not worried. You know they will end up sharing five panels, and you know they will flirt outrageously through all of them.
-You log onto Tumblr. At the top of your dash is a picture of two men clearly in love. You are sure it is a Destiel manip. It is not. It is a picture of Jensen and Misha, and it is real. You feel yourself sink further into a hole of confusion and despair.
-Jensen and Misha are making eye contact. You know it is unnecessary to tweet about this for the tenth time in five minutes, but your emotions overwhelm you. The sexual tension can be felt thousands of miles away. It must be lethal to be present in the room.
-You read your first piece of Cockles fanfiction. It is oddly, suspiciously detailed. It must surely be written by somebody with insider knowledge.
-You read that Sam and Ruby were originally supposed to get married on the show, but that this plan was halted when Jared and Genevieve married in real life. You are sure this applies to Destiel and Cockles. There is no other explanation.
-There are pictures of Jensen and Misha taken at sunset. They haunt you through your days. When you close your eyes, you see the Cockles sunset picture. It does not matter where you are or what you are doing. The picture is always there.
-Jensen has called Misha Dmitri. The world will never recover. This is the end of times; you are sure of it.
-You see a trash can in the corner of the room. It feels oddly, disturbingly, like home.
