Liveblogging It’s An Art Form by @hexmaniacchoco

Summary:

An otherwise peaceful morning in the bunker is disturbed when an unexpected guest shows up.

Rating: Teen
Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

You can read this fic, here! Liveblog below the cut!

Sam thanks them both for making it this time around–though he knows Dean always enjoys cooking it anyway–and picks up his knife and fork to dig in. The octopus stretches a long tentacle toward his plate, perturbed at not having been brought one. Those omelettes smell good.

Sam jumps back and lets out a startled yell.

“Holy shit!”

Lol. I love how it takes Sam a minute to realize something’s off.

“Whatever the reason,” he says, looking between his brother and Cas and picking up his knife and fork and cutting into the still warm omelette on his plate, “we’ll figure it out after we eat.”

Priorities, Dean.

The trip to the kitchen is short and quiet, and the few supply closets they come across all seem to be devoid of their new tentacled housemate. One such closet hilariously had a mop fall onto Dean as the door opened, causing him to shout and jump backwards, flailing and swatting at the mop and shouting that the octopus was attacking him.

Ha! Nice!

Sam blinks, still a little thrown. “The た… the た….. the たぁぁぁぁぁぁぁぁぁOCTOPUS ” he finally manages. He huffs and brushes the hair out of his face. “Let’s just go find the … the たぁぁoctopus . This all started when it showed up, I’d bet it’s got something to do with it.”

*suspicious Cas glare* This isn’t gonna go….there? Is it? *checks the rating again* at risk of quoting myself…. I’ve seen enough hentai…

*this is also the point that I made the damn connection, because apparently, my brain isn’t turned on. Duh. Title. Reference. Duh.

“Ok fine, whatever, let’s stop and eat donuts even though that makes absolutely no sense at all,” Sam grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose.

The tropes are hungry, Sam.

There happened to be one nearby in the form of a kitchen sink, but when the octopus saw the trail of 水 it was leaving, it knew it was only a matter of time before those 化物 found it. So began its quest for protection, and 防衛 is what it found.

Assuming that the octopus found the condoms and used them as protection, that’s actually super clever. Good on you, octopus! Using that brain of yours! (Do octopuses have brains?)

シャームは「えっ–えぇと、手伝ってあげたいんだ。それだけです。タコさんが海に戻って手伝う、でもそれ前にキャスとディーンを放してください。」と言い切る。蛸が何かがするかもしれないから、躊躇って腕を低める。しかし蛸にシャームたちがやさしいを説得したといいんです。キャスとディーンを蛸が遂に放すまで、シャームと蛸は お互いに 見つめ合うの長い瞬間がある。

キャスと立ち上がりながら、ディーンはスパッタリングする、口を拭う。キャスの腕を捕らえて、シャームに駆けつける。 そんなに翻すのあと息をちょっと切って「サンキュね…」と言う。

シャームは「どういたしまして。でもこの蛸が早く海に戻って手伝おう。」と返事する。

I currently have no idea what the hell is going on but I don’t actually mind? Like, from a storytelling perspective the addition of another language disorients the reader in a way that makes the situation more surreal and alien. It exaggerates the confusion the characters are likely feeling. 

[…] the flower petals stop falling around them and in fact vanish entirely from the room, and Sam hurriedly opens the door again, causing Dean to jolt away from Cas by a few feet.

I feel like I missed something huge here. I hope they defeated the octopus through the power of love. Or something similarly corny.

This fic was a really fun experience, and it really is an experience! The slow descent into confusion was great and I really enjoyed reading it! It was fun!