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with coffee and tea how bad can it be

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thecorruptedquietone: It all feels like a game, like something a child may fantasise about while still blessed with the ignorant innocence of youth. All gravity and austerity vanishes, overcome by joys and humours too pure to be subdued, the jovial and gay feelings bubbling inside them like warming alcohol, sober but dazed in a happy bliss best known by the young boys and girls who run freely in the yard, brandishing sticks to fight imaginary dragons and calling for muddy princes to come to their rescue. Castiel holds Dean in his arms, laughing as the prince tightly grips his shoulders, arms wrapped around, reverting to an overgrown child. As an angel, Castiel never felt like this, felt the juvenile splendour humans were blessed with. He always had a job, always needed to be solemn and vigilant, always to be the perfect soldier. Never to laugh, never to smile, and most importantly, never to feel. But he’s feeling now. Feeling a lot as Dean’s laughter rings in his ears, a sound so sweet and sublime he can’t recall a time Heaven’s Choir ever uttered a sound nearly as wonderful. He always felt the love of God, His warmth and His light always there for His children; but this is entirely different, entirely human. To feel the warmth of another, for their soul to be the light, for them to love to be exclusive is something unmatchable, unimaginable. And with the warmth of Dean’s  breath brushing against his cheek, his olive eyes light as the sun itself, and his love so thick and strong it mixes with the very air Castiel inhales, well, the angel can’t help but smile. “You’re my knight in shining armour,” Dean says, the phrase so childish and simple but the meaning so sophisticated and complex. He presses his lips to his noble knight’s cheek, tickled by the soft, lightly prickling stubble, smirking against Castiel’s skin. It’s just like the stories, the fairytales Mary often told, taking a page from an ancient book of myth and penning them down in reality. It’s a glorious feeling, a wonderful feeling, a beautiful, heavenly feeling. “And I,” Castiel breathes, voice so dreamy, so smooth, a few of the airiest chuckles slipping out in between as he lets Dean kiss his cheek again and again, “I will always come to your rescue.”

thecorruptedquietone:

It all feels like a game, like something a child may fantasise about while still blessed with the ignorant innocence of youth. All gravity and austerity vanishes, overcome by joys and humours too pure to be subdued, the jovial and gay feelings bubbling inside them like warming alcohol, sober but dazed in a happy bliss best known by the young boys and girls who run freely in the yard, brandishing sticks to fight imaginary dragons and calling for muddy princes to come to their rescue.

Castiel holds Dean in his arms, laughing as the prince tightly grips his shoulders, arms wrapped around, reverting to an overgrown child. As an angel, Castiel never felt like this, felt the juvenile splendour humans were blessed with. He always had a job, always needed to be solemn and vigilant, always to be the perfect soldier. Never to laugh, never to smile, and most importantly, never to feel.

But he’s feeling now. Feeling a lot as Dean’s laughter rings in his ears, a sound so sweet and sublime he can’t recall a time Heaven’s Choir ever uttered a sound nearly as wonderful. He always felt the love of God, His warmth and His light always there for His children; but this is entirely different, entirely human. To feel the warmth of another, for their soul to be the light, for them to love to be exclusive is something unmatchable, unimaginable. And with the warmth of Dean’s  breath brushing against his cheek, his olive eyes light as the sun itself, and his love so thick and strong it mixes with the very air Castiel inhales, well, the angel can’t help but smile.

“You’re my knight in shining armour,” Dean says, the phrase so childish and simple but the meaning so sophisticated and complex. He presses his lips to his noble knight’s cheek, tickled by the soft, lightly prickling stubble, smirking against Castiel’s skin. It’s just like the stories, the fairytales Mary often told, taking a page from an ancient book of myth and penning them down in reality. It’s a glorious feeling, a wonderful feeling, a beautiful, heavenly feeling.

“And I,” Castiel breathes, voice so dreamy, so smooth, a few of the airiest chuckles slipping out in between as he lets Dean kiss his cheek again and again, “I will always come to your rescue.”

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cherry619: #if you think about it #this episode was some of the first glimpses we see that #Dean wasn’t all that happy with John as we originally thought #he resented John almost #the sad thing is #not exactly for himself #he didn’t resent John for basically taking away his childhood and making him grow up to fast #or anything else of the sort #no we see throughout the series he resented John for how he treated Sam #for how he treated Mary #he didn’t like it #he resented John for it #yet he never really admitted much about resenting John for the things John did to him #interesting

cherry619:

#if you think about it #this episode was some of the first glimpses we see that #Dean wasn’t all that happy with John as we originally thought #he resented John almost #the sad thing is #not exactly for himself #he didn’t resent John for basically taking away his childhood and making him grow up to fast #or anything else of the sort #no we see throughout the series he resented John for how he treated Sam #for how he treated Mary #he didn’t like it #he resented John for it #yet he never really admitted much about resenting John for the things John did to him #interesting

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undergrounduno: “Why the hell don’t you color yo stuff??” Well, July!  Come July, I will actually do more than sketchy scribble stuff.  Anyway, warmup before I get back to work on a commission and then set stuff.  I love Castiel’s frumpy suit and trenchcoat but I keep seeing all these awesome vests on Tumblr so Cas gets a vest.  Because I said so.  Also, don’t screw with Cassypants when he’s trying to bandage Dean the “old fashioned way” because fuck you, he’s got a machete.  Also because I said so. *cough* Ok, leaving now to work.

undergrounduno:

“Why the hell don’t you color yo stuff??”

Well, July!  Come July, I will actually do more than sketchy scribble stuff. 

Anyway, warmup before I get back to work on a commission and then set stuff.  I love Castiel’s frumpy suit and trenchcoat but I keep seeing all these awesome vests on Tumblr so Cas gets a vest.  Because I said so. 

Also, don’t screw with Cassypants when he’s trying to bandage Dean the “old fashioned way” because fuck you, he’s got a machete.  Also because I said so.

*cough* Ok, leaving now to work.

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ollive-you:

can you imagine tumblr being like the hunger games

like each fandom would represent a district

the supernatural fandom would probably kill us all and be crowned victor

#the supernatural fandom would probably have volunteer tributes

#do not fuck with the supernatural fandom #the only people we hate more than each other is everyone else

#and whisper to the losers ‘you think this hurts? watch a man crying over his brother’s corpse and then come back and tell me what pain is’

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advicefromtheangels: It depends on the angel in question. It’s generally a more metaphorical sense, but some angels see this as a direct literal connection. Like, I generally see Cas as my little brother, but I really don’t feel much of of a sibling connection to some of the other angels. -Anna Aw, Annie, not even a little connection?  And here I thought we could be so…close. -Gabriel How sweet, Gabes. But as…tempting as that might be, I don’t hook up with guys with kids. Especially horse kids. -Anna

advicefromtheangels:

It depends on the angel in question. It’s generally a more metaphorical sense, but some angels see this as a direct literal connection. Like, I generally see Cas as my little brother, but I really don’t feel much of of a sibling connection to some of the other angels.

-Anna

Aw, Annie, not even a little connection?  And here I thought we could be so…close.

-Gabriel

How sweet, Gabes. But as…tempting as that might be, I don’t hook up with guys with kids. Especially horse kids.

-Anna

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shmem-the-pem:

some-remain:

I really loved this, because it’s almost like Cas unintentionally put Dean in line and it made Dean realize he was being a dick, so he instantly felt guilty.

Its like when you are really upset about a situation so you take it out on those you love.Then you realize you shouldn’t be taking it out on them and you feel horrible. Yet, you don’t want to admit you were being snappy so you just kind of shrink back in denial and change the subject. Cause you really aren’t angry at them you are just angry about what is going on because you can’t control it. You want to fix it but you can’t and it bothers you.

I loved this scene because it was just so….Dean. It’s how he copes with everything. The job. Focus on the job. Stay on target. I’m not going to think about what is bothering me. Repress. I can’t handle it. Repress. I’ll lose my mind. Repress. It’s too painful. Repress. I’ll deal with it later. Repress. Maybe if I ignore it things will go back to how I wish they would be. Repress.

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