Out of 210 followers, no one has interacted with me in reference to leaving. Therefore it is now happening!

You guys know where to reach me.

posted 10 months ago with 1 note
Leaving tomorrow

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Adventures in Parenting || Destiel with Deanwinchesterwtf

asktheangelintheimpala:

deanwinchester-wtf:

asktheangelintheimpala:

“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..”.

“Dean, I know you trust me. All I wanted was to hear that you did. I am in a very overwhelmed and confused state of being right now. I….I have more emotions swirling around than I knew I could have and I have no idea what more than half of them are or what they mean. I never needed words to know how you felt, I could feel everything through our bond, but something….something is making me need to hear these things from you, Dean, to have them voiced and not just sensed. That is all I wanted, When I asked you if you wanted this and if you trusted me when I told you everything would be alright and you did not confirm the answer right away it confused me and it hurt me. I would have not rescued you from Hell if I thought you were anything but a good man, Dean. You are a good man and I know you will be an excellent father. There is another life involved in this that is of great import now and…..I can not do this without you.” Castiel replied, his voice thick and the tears he despised were streaming down his face once again. 

"You’ll never have to go it alone, Cas.", his head remained rested against the angel. He crawled and snuggled beside Castiel, and though he still weeped he tried to comfort his lover. "You won’t ever have to do anything without me, never.", that was a lie and they both knew it. Castiel was an angel- Dean a mere human wouldn’t even be able to live long enough to bear a successful enough life for the other being. Even so, he lied to convince himself only hoping that eventually he would end up believing himself. "I’m here to stay, and I love you and trust you- If you need me to talk.. I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you need.".

My Hazel Eyed Princess

herfaithremainsthesame:

deanwinchester-wtf:

“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.”

“Anything for you.” Hannah’s eyes remained closed as his soft lips kissed over her hands. It had always surprised the huntress how gentle they were with each other, it wasn’t what either would expect — not after so much anguish. His touch and his love made the edges of her frayed soul cease their pain. Her love for him was irrevocable and for such a long time, it had been the only thing she was certain of — but now, because of Dean, they could have their own children, little lives that they could create.

“Of course, I’m ready when you are.” Hannah was practically glowing with the happiness she felt, her hazel eyes bursting with a glint of their own as her hand slowly raised to cradle to his cheek.

His eyes lit up with every touch from her delicate and silken skin. She could hone him in like no other woman ever did. “Honey..”, he asked sweetly with a voice that could melt glaciers, “please close your eyes.”. The backyard was decorated beautifully and he didn’t want to risk her seeing any of the lights before they made it into the forest that was their property. It didn’t take long as he led her out and held her smooth hand. After a deep breath and a good look around to make sure that his magical array of decorations looked pristine, he smirked and whispered, “open!”, hoping she would like the arrangements.

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posted 11 months ago with 47 notes
OOC:

HI everyone! I’m back!

This is my last week of school so I won’t be too busy anymore.

ALSO wtf tumblr locked me out!

Working on replies, like if I owe!

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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posted 11 months ago with 11,601 notes
Terribly sorry for falling behind on replies; it’s exam week and I am swamped.

This applies to:
Dean
Fuckmecas
Foreveryoungmarywinchester

+deanwinchester-wtf

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 11 months 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 11 months ago with 35 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 11 months ago with 38 notes