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redfire09:

I’LL TAKE TWO.

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tiptoeaus:

All the parts in order.

Three beers in, Castiel turns to Dean and says, “I think you were right about the pizza.”

Dean blinks. He’s starting to get fuzzy, blood starting to zing as it travels through his body, and for whatever reason Castiel saying that sounds like a non-sequitur and a revelation all at once. “How so?”

“I definitely think it adds something.” Castiel chews thoughtfully on a bite of the good stuff, then swallows and smiles. “There’s a pleasant kick to it.”

“The kick’s not in the pizza, dude.” Dean nods at the bottle of beer Castiel has open. “I thought you couldn’t drink the stuff. Aura of sin or whatever.”

Castiel grimaces and stares at the beer bottle as though just reminded. “I think it’s useful to test my own limits sometimes,” he says. “It’s getting easier to swallow.”

“Not what most people say,” Dean says, and though Castiel shoots him a puzzled look, he doesn’t bother explaining. For all he knows, angels don’t get that dry-throat feeling once enough alcohol has entered their system. God knows three beers in, Castiel isn’t even starting to act drunk. For a guy who’s never imbibed before, that’s practically Olympian.

Then again, he is an angel.

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tiptoeaus:

All the parts in order.

Castiel says he has to go out and buy a few things, so Dean’s lounging around the house, feeling every inch the kept man.  He honestly doesn’t know what to do with himself sometimes, not having to work or worry. He can’t spend every minute of every day dissecting the verses pinned to the refrigerator with a very silly-looking magnet in the shape of a rubber duck, so in between he reads a lot, but a guy’s eyes can get tired. They’re tired today, but his body is awake, and he wants to do something productive.

He decides to go for a jog. He’s not much of a runner, but with this much free time he might as well burn a few calories. With the sunlight touching the top of his head and the breeze cooling his brow, he makes a pretty easy go of it, rounding the block a few times while gazing appreciatively at the other angel mansions that make up the neighborhood.

They’re all large, but some of them are ill-kept, as though their owners spend little time there. Others are trimmed and manicured within an inch of their lives, and some, like Uriel’s a few streets over, just look like prisons. All in all, none of them radiate warmth the way Castiel’s does. Then again, when Dean first pulled up into that driveway he only saw wealth, too. It’s knowing the owner that’s made him look at the place and see home.

When he jogs up to the street that leads to the freeway, Dean stops. He wonders how long it would take him to jog back to his old house. To stop in and see Sam, and Mom and Dad. Probably too long. Castiel will be back soon, and then…

…then what? he thinks suddenly. Would Castiel punish him?

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Soft Dean
Soft Cas

soft sammy
soft dean

Soft Sammy
Soft Cas

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tiptoeaus:

All the parts in order.

“Cas?”

Nothing but a gust of wind, bitter and chill, against his face.

“Cas, come on.”

He’s been standing here for ages, or maybe it’s only been a few seconds, but the wind and the fear has seeped into his bones and he feels as though he’s been left here overnight. He has no idea what time it is, whether it’s day or night. In front of him he has the memory of the pillar he touched, and he leans on it, just to give the blankness that is his perception some shape.

He’s been this lost before. Not physically, but certainly in those days when Sam lost control of himself, when Dean was frightened and couldn’t show it, when he blamed himself for everything and when his father looked at him like he was a disgrace. It was the same consuming blackness, the same feeling that he had no ground to stand on, that nothing he believed could be counted on. Just him versus a vast unknown. He survived that. He can survive this.

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P!nk - Trouble
Starring Jeremy Renner (x)

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lettiebobettie:

My brother keeps telling me to drop everything and draw Avengers

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