notafreak83:

So I just watched “When the Levee Breaks” and this is a sort of coda…sort of elaboration to it? I don’t know. I just had feels and this fell out.

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Terribly sorry for falling behind on replies; it’s exam week and I am swamped.

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Dean
Fuckmecas
Foreveryoungmarywinchester

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notafreak83:

Sam sat at his computer and scrolled through the online edition of a local newspaper about three hours away from their current position. It wasn’t what he wanted to be doing. What he wanted to be doing was studying for his entrance exams for Law School. But instead he was hunting. Again. 

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“Hey, Dean. I think we got a case. Reports for the last few days of hikers gone missing. No signs of struggle, no missing equipment. The people just go in and don’t come out. Sounds like our kinda thing.”

“Sammy, close the damn laptop, put your stinkin papers away and come have a drink with me.” Dean groaned in his boisterous and aggravated tone. “You need to learn how to take a break.” he slouched onto a nearby couch and pulled a bottle of whiskey out of his bag with two small glasses. 

It took Dean a minute to realize that Sam was still lost in his reading. Dork. He got up, staring blankly at Sam’s absence of reaction and began to shut all the curtains in the room all before closing his brother’s laptop. “Drinks. Now.”

posted 3 weeks ago with 3 notes
Adventures in Parenting || Destiel with Deanwinchesterwtf

asktheangelintheimpala:

deanwinchester-wtf:

It couldn’t be helped, the way he wept was pathetic. Just as pathetic as he had always known himself to be. “Please.” his lone plea left him crying out even more. It was hard for him not to look up, but he didn’t dare make contact with Castiel. All he wanted was to apologize and cling to him- his one safe place. It wasn’t his pride that held him; it was pain. Dean Winchester- lover of none- no friends- no love- no happiness. Saving people and hunting things- That was his staple after all. 

He mustered up one shred of strength and looked up with a red face at Castiel but instantly felt condemned by the angel’s stance. “I’m worthless.” he spoke what he believed was true before his head bowed again for him to continue to weep. What use was it to tell Cas. It wouldn’t work out- something would go wrong. It always did.

“You are anything but worthless, Dean. You saved the world more than once, you save people every day without being asked to or thanked, and most importantly, you saved me. You showed me that there is still good in this world….you helped me realize that I have emotions and while I am still unsure of how some of them work, it is because of you that I was able to break away from heaven and it’s control over me more than once. There is much that I owe you and for that, Dean, I thank you. As for this…I’m sorry. I should have informed you of the possibility, but it is such a rare occurrence that I thought…I never thought it would happen. If you do not want to take part in this, then I will try to understand and give you the space you desire….” Castiel told him with nothing but truth in his voice. 

“BUT I DO.”, Sobs began to shake as they spewed from his lips. Dean kneeled with his hands over his face, “I want this. I really do, the baby…that’s fine. It’s all okay. But Cas-“, Dean’s eyes were shot, lip quivering with each word, “you don’t even feel like I trust you. You’re the only angel I’ve ever put trust into. I mean what kind of person do you really think I am?”. Anyone could tell by the cracked tone of his voice that he was struck, hurt, and insecure. Only Castiel could make him feel that bitter combination. “I trust you the most..” his head bowed again, head resting against his arms as he curled up and repeated, “I trust you the most..”.

posted 3 weeks ago with 33 notes
Hell yeah I’m a motha fuckin princess

musicnotes-andwings:

She folded her arms and leaned forward, smiling still, “Okay..” She tilted her head, then the other way, and nodded, “Right. I like cats, and.. Rollerblading, and legwarmers.” she chuckled softly, almost a little shy; she knew she was.. odd, but she enjoyed the human’s things so very much.

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“What about marshmallows?”, Dean always had an odd curiosity with odd things as well. “Have you ever had a smore before?”, he prodded. She seemed like the kind of odd little thing that would have been exposed to little things like that and hoped it would bring up a good conversation. Aside from that, the enochian marking was giving him little bursts of anxiety whenever he would notice it behind her.

He had to admit, it was nice to just meet someone on a whim and have some tea with them. Meetings like these were a luxury that Dean didn’t always really have and so he took advantage of every moment to communicate with people- normal people. Or so he thought.
 

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posted 3 weeks ago with 38 notes
My Hazel Eyed Princess

herfaithremainsthesame:

deanwinchester-wtf:

His heart rose. She was it, she really was. Hannah couldn’t have been more perfect to him at that moment. It was as though he never had to worry or be self conscious ever again. Dean had done everything he had ever wished to do for her before they got married- and now that he had there was so much more to be done. “You’re beautiful.. even when you eat.”, his eyes could have watered but he held back, only smiling at her as he continued to offer spoonfuls of food.

Hannah’s cheeks flushed at his compliment, her heart fluttering in her chest. Dean always made her feel special and that was something she’d deemed impossible until she met him. He had changed everything and her heart would forever be his. After she finished up eating, she took both of his hands in hers. “All of this, every last detail and gesture — It’s all perfect and I truly mean that. I’ve said thank you but it’s not enough. I wish I could find the words to explain how much I appreciate it, all I know is that I’ve never felt like this before, ever. This happiness is all because of you.”

“I know one way you could thank me.” he laughed, pressing his lips over her hands. It had been alluded to in the past but he couldn’t have been more serious about wanting a family with her. Perhaps it was due to his longing for a family that he never had, or his crazed unconditional love for Hannah; Dean merely could not have wanted anything more from her. The hunter’s eyes sparkled in a way that couldn’t be mistaken. “If you’re done with dinner there is something more I’d like to show you.”

posted 3 weeks ago with 46 notes
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posted 3 weeks ago
Hell yeah I’m a motha fuckin princess

musicnotes-andwings:

That’s enochian.. She thought, licking her lips, before turning back to him— she could read it properly later, “I’m sure I know how you feel..” A waitress wandered over, idly, and asked for their order. Although, the woman was disinterested, the Angel smiled sweetly, “Hello, good afternoon— I’d like a peppermint tea, please.”

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The rainbow hair girl was fascinating. There was so much enthusiasm within her and he found it to be the most lovely thing he had seen in quite some time. “I’ll have the same.”, he smiled to her before looking up at the waitress. After the idle woman had walked away he leaned back comfortably in his chair and smiled. “Tell me something about yourself- aside from your tea obsession.”

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posted 1 month ago with 38 notes
Adventures in Parenting || Destiel with Deanwinchesterwtf

asktheangelintheimpala:

deanwinchester-wtf:

It was hard for him to release his heart, even to the angel that he knew could read it at a whim. There were things he never learned how to do and never felt before. Love, strong, unwavering, and prosperous love; Dean had no idea what to do with that. A child on top of his anxious quality was overwhelming- bearable- but terrible overwhelming. But Cas not feeling trusted.. that was the breaking point. Sam aside, there was no one in his life that Dean Winchester could have trusted more than his own guardian angel. His lover, his friend, his one true hope. Castiel was so many things, but untrusted was not one of them. Dean couldn’t do much but drop to the floor and cry. There was no way to stop the warm river that fled down his face, and no way for him to understand how Castiel could ever feel that way. His heart screamed out, it ached for Castiel’s approval.

Castiel didn’t like crying at all. He despised all of these mixture of emotions, it was overwhelming. The angel had no idea how humans dealt with this on a regular basis. He liked the good emotions, but this mixture of good and bad was confusing beyond compare and he had no idea how to deal with it. He lied there for a while and Dean had yet to return. Hesitantly, Castiel went looking for him and found him kneeling on the bathroom floor. “…….Dean?” he muttered quietly from the doorway, red streaks and a few stray tears upon his face,  his arms crossed over himself insecurely, suddenly feeling very vulnerable without his trenchcoat on. 

It couldn’t be helped, the way he wept was pathetic. Just as pathetic as he had always known himself to be. “Please.” his lone plea left him crying out even more. It was hard for him not to look up, but he didn’t dare make contact with Castiel. All he wanted was to apologize and cling to him- his one safe place. It wasn’t his pride that held him; it was pain. Dean Winchester- lover of none- no friends- no love- no happiness. Saving people and hunting things- That was his staple after all. 

He mustered up one shred of strength and looked up with a red face at Castiel but instantly felt condemned by the angel’s stance. “I’m worthless.” he spoke what he believed was true before his head bowed again for him to continue to weep. What use was it to tell Cas. It wouldn’t work out- something would go wrong. It always did.

My Hazel Eyed Princess

herfaithremainsthesame:

Hannah just smiled at him, not even feeling the need to protest. She was completely serene and calm, perfectly content and happy with everything. Small moans of appreciation escaped her as she ate. “That was fantastic —You spoil me, Dean, really you do.” All Hannah knew was that she’d make it up to him anyway she could, this wasn’t just going to be a one way thing. She was going to shower him with love; treat him how he deserves to be treated. 

His heart rose. She was it, she really was. Hannah couldn’t have been more perfect to him at that moment. It was as though he never had to worry or be self conscious ever again. Dean had done everything he had ever wished to do for her before they got married- and now that he had there was so much more to be done. “You’re beautiful.. even when you eat.”, his eyes could have watered but he held back, only smiling at her as he continued to offer spoonfuls of food.

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