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Hi everyone. I know I have been kinda dead lately and I haven’t replied to our threads for a long time but I am trying to get back and in a brand new blog. So I wanted to inform you that I am moving this blog to another account to make it my main. This will be named @/a-heavenly-soldier and the new one will have the exact same username, meaning: @heavenly-soldier

So you can find me again and follow me on: @heavenly-soldier

You can reply to our thread/starter normally, and I'll just reply from the new blog.

Thanks for your attention. Tagging some of my roleplay partners/mutuals:

@theboywiththedemonblood @twowaywardboys-andanangel @defenderrosetyler @ofwinchestersandangels-rp @spnxbsessed @girl-next-door-rps @the-righteous-man-of-letters @dexilishways @jerkxbitchx @greeneyesleatherjacket @collidingxworlds @estrangedaframian @bloodandbulletholes @suprnatrp @castiel-is-sassy @rpwithadorableme @stay-inside-the-salt-ring @theangelwhounderstood @anakin-please-stop-panakin @samwinchestersbestkeptsecret @demonmegcause @oldchevyimpala79 @the-trixster-and-the-fallen and many more but I haven’t been active for so long that I’ve lost you.

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dexilishways​:

Dean wasn’t too used to such affections… but he did very much so like them. The kiss made his heart skip a beat, the angels hands on his cheeks made them go red. The complement? That had him studdering and stammering out a protest. Perfect? Hardly.

“Ah-cmon…. y’just tryin to butter me up….”

“You know I would never lie to you” Castiel softly said, pressing his nose against Dean's neck. Trying to take in his scent. Trying to cherish this moment. His hold gentle as his one hand moved to Dean's waist. “Do you know how many times you have filled my heart with happiness? When I believed I would never feel anything, you came to my life and changed it all” he sighed.

His other hand on the other's soft hair, he kissed his cheek once again, wanting to show the other softness. Love and kindness.

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theboywiththedemonblood:

Once the omelet was cooked, Sam divided it over two plates and brought them to the kitchen table. Before sitting down himself, he went back for his coffee and cutlery for both of them.  

“We’re in no hurry, so just do whatever you feel up to. If you need to take a nap or just rest in between, please do so. Your recovery still has the priority.”

Castiel looked at the food. It smelt great and he couldn't wait to try it. The omelette looked really good and he could feel a little bit hungry. Taking the spoon, he waited for Sam to return on the table. “I am fine.” he reassured. “I need to do something”. Sleeping and watching TV for the whole day wasn't the way he wanted to spend the rest of his life.

Taking a bite from the food, he couldn't help a hum. It tasted really good. “That's great Sam” he mumbled as he kept eating.

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theboywiththedemonblood​:

Sam gave him a bright smile, happy that today seemed to be a good day, Cas was in good spirits and that immediately lifted his. 

He heated up the pan with some oil and dropped the onions in, letting them brown as he put the kettle on. He made Cas some fragrant, sweet herbal tea and poured him a glass of orange juice for good measure too, that way he could decide what he felt like drinking more easily. 

He returned to the stove and added to vegetables to the pan, mixing them with the onions. Finally he took the bowl of mixed eggs from Cas and poured the mixture into the pan before seasoning it.

“Would you like to join me in the library today? If you feel up to it, you could help me translate some texts?”

He was glad that things were going so smoothly. He couldn't recall many other moments since he came back that he had felt slightly at peace. Walking closer to Sam, to watch him cook, he tried to take in what he was doing -in case he'd need to cook such a thing himself.

His head was messed and he couldn't recall much later but it was worth the try before he sat back down with a sigh. Being standing for too much time hadn't been helpful.

“I'd really enjoy that” he reassured. A way for him to be helpful to Sam. Maybe helping him translate a few things would be the way for him to start gaining his confidence. Or a part of it. Being able to be useful to those he cared about had always been his only reason for living and even if his priorities had dramatically changed, he really wished to do something for the young brother.

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//I won't be online until Friday, June 26 which I am done with my exams. I'll be free from any studying from that point so I'll get to drafts/starters/memes and fix my theme, tracker. I know I haven’t been much active here. I had lost my interest in the fandom and Castiel and focused on another character from another show. But I’ve grown since that time and I have been developing. I am trying to get back on my muse and I hope I’ll soon have everything set up and reply to ALL of you. Thanks for your patience. Until then, see ya! Plus Ultra!

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dexilishways answered:

The sentiment had dean all blushy and red, he wouldn’t deny that sounded quite nice indeed.

“What kind of holding we talkin here? You gonna…. like…. hold me in uour arms, and let me fall~?”

Castiel titled his head in confusion before burying his nose to the other’s hair. “Let you fall?” he softly said. “Didn’t I just tell you that I want to keep you close to me? I wouldn’t ever let you fall” the angel sighed. Pressing  a kiss to Dean’s cheek bone, he cupped his face, wanting to shower him with love and affection. 

“Are you aware that you are perfect?” he hummed, a small smile on his face as he could feel something warm settle on his heart. 

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I’m hunted, i rebelled, and i did it, all of it, for y o u.

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theboywiththedemonblood​:

“Omelette?” Sam suggested. Cas needed healthy nutritious food to help him heal and keeping giving him sweet comfort food was not a sustainable strategy.

What do you want to drink, Cas. Tea, herbal tea, chocolate, something cold?”

He thought about what he could make Cas do that did not include giving him a knife. 

Sam grabbed a carton of eggs and a bowl and fork and put them on the table in front of Cas. “Can you crack six eggs into the the bowl and mix them well for me?”

Sam himself took a bunch of vegetables and started to chop them.

Castiel nodded, not minding what they were going to eat. He always enjoyed the food Sam made for him so he wasn’t going to request something. It was the same for him if they had cake, or soup. He’d be grateful for both.

“I don’t mind” he said as he took the eggs and stared at those with a confused look. He had seen Sam crack eggs but he wasn’t sure how he always made sure for the shell not to fall in the food.

Cracking them at the side of the bowl he did his best not to mess things up and when he had happily succeeded, he took the fork and started to mix them. Staring at the vegetables he realized he hadn’t eaten so many since he had gotten there. “An omelette sounds great “ he reassured.

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Sam was confused at how Castiel was acting. That was weird. He wrapped his arms around him and looked down at his head, kissing it softly " hush, it's ok, I'll bring you to bed.'he whispered softly and carried him over to the bed, laying him down and tugging him in. He kissed his forehead and cheek once more, watching him as he drifted off. He went then to see if he could find anything about pregnant angels.

Castiel started to fall asleep peacefully. He had no nightmares and he didn't wake up in the middle of the night covered in sweat. Everything was calm and peaceful on his head and he had nothing to worry about. The baby should be fine and not upset. He'd have to keep himself happy and healthy for their kid. That was the only priority right now. The former angel slept for too many hours this time, almost twelve. He had never slept that long but when he woke up, he was relaxed.

Becoming human

It's been a few weeks since Dean and Sam found Castiel hurt and without his grace. He was tortured and held captive by Raphael and now there was even a prize on him. Sam tried to keep him as safe as possible from the rest of the world in the bunker, moreover he had to teach the former angel a lot about being a human now. He did got a bit better, but Sam knew that the other was still hurt a lot and he understood that it wasn't exactly easy to just forget what happened, not after everything his precious angel went through.

Sam was a bit lost in his thoughts as he watched the sleeping figure next to him. Not only did he helped him getting used to being a human, but also being in a relationship. He smiled down lovingly at the other being cuddled up next to him, enjoying these moments before he would wake up.

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theboywiththedemonblood

Sam showered and dressed in the bathroom and made his way to the kitchen still toweling his hair, not wanting to leave Cas alone for too long. 

When he saw him, he gave him a smile and walked to the counter to get the coffee going. 

“So what would you like for breakfast?” he asked.

Castiel didn't know what to say. He simply shook his head. “I don't know” He actually didn't care about breakfast. He would eat anything Sam made but the hunter's kindness was something he couldn't easily handle.

Sitting back down, he looked at Sam as he sipped his glass of water, mostly to distract himself. “How can I help?” he asked, wanting to feel slightly useful at a time like this.

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theboywiththedemonblood

“Of course, if you want, just don’t push yourself too much.” 

He stretched and got out of bed. 

“I’m gonna go have a shower. Either meet me in the kitchen or call me if you need help with anything, OK?” Sam said. He didn’t want to keep asking Cas if he needed help, because it seemed to make Cas feel uncomfortable. He wouldn’t coddle the angel too much out of fear to offend him.

Castiel nodded at Sam as he watched him stand up and leave the bed. For some reason he didn't like it but he knew more than to get too attached to the hunter. He closed his eyes and stayed in bed for some time, mostly sinking to his thoughts.

When he was feeling a little bit better, he stood up and slowly moved to the kitchen so he would wait for Sam. He filled a glass of water for himself, wanting to start feeling more comfortable to the bunker and start doing things to help.

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theboywiththedemonblood

“Well, you don’t have to go anywhere fast anyway

“I did,” he said, at least as well as he tended to. 

“Don’t worry, you didn’t, I hadn’t been asleep yet. It always takes me some time.” 

“Should I make us some breakfast or do you want to sleep some more?”

Castiel didn't understand completely Sam's joke but he just kept staring at him with tired red eyes. He was relieved to hear that the hunter hadn't been asleep when he woke him up but also worried for the same reason. He was aware why the young hunter couldn't sleep fast, though. He watched over Dean on his sleep too many times to know.

He shook his head. He didn't want to sleep more. He wasn't sure if he would anyway. “Can I help with breakfast?” he asked. He couldn't do much and he'd probably slow Sam down but he felt bad that he couldn't do anything for the male.

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Dean’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion when Castiel started to talk about demons. The first part of his speech had been easy to decipher because, from what the former angel had told him yesterday, anyone could have guessed that he was talking about Raphael. And, if the hunter had to be honest, he couldn’t rule out that Heaven might have been tracking his best friend’s location. They had done it before, with so many people, him and Sam included, so he honestly wouldn’t have been surprised. Good thing that the Bunker was warded enough to keep even their eyes away from it.

“Let’s not go all creepy sci-fi crap here, alright?” He replied, his hand going back in his hair. The gesture betrayed his restlessness, but he couldn’t help it. “I don’t like the idea of having some feathered dick spying on us, but don’t worry. They won’t be able to find us that easily where I’m going to take you, okay? Plus, we got some spells and such that work a bit like those seals you put on mine and Sammy’s ribs, so we can make sure that no one is tracking you or reading your mind or whatever. Just hold in there. Being careful is alright, but this is a bit…you know. Paranoid, Cas. Raphael might be an archangel, but we’ve dealt with the likes of him before. We’re not completely helpless.”

He shook his head slightly, trying not to think about how many closed call they had had because of Heaven. However, they had always managed to get away with it and they would find a solution this time too. Perhaps a way to stuff the fucker in the Cage with his brothers. Or to lock him away somewhere else, since offing him was probably not an option. Dean doubted that they would have managed to recruit Death’s help after the latest, very lame trick they had tried to pull on him. Good thing that the guy seemed to like him, for some odd reason.

“What was that about the demons?” He asked then, because he was far more interested in that bit than in anything that concerned Raphael. The archangel, while perhaps a bigger threat, was no news to him. He would have been rather pissed to find out that Crowley had been plotting behind their backs yet again, instead. “What is Crowley supposed to know? Sam and I…We haven’t heard from him in a while. From what I grasped, he is having some issues in Hell and he is far too busy to ‘be bothered with us idiots’. His words. Between you and me, I’m just glad he’s out of the way. I’m not exactly thrilled at the idea of having to deal with him, after all the times he has tried to sell us out.”

He rolled his eyes. They had run into Crowley while he had been dealing with some rogue demons a few months before, but the encounter had been brief, straightforward and strictly professional, despite the inevitable exchange of snarky comments. The Ruler of the Pit hadn’t looked like he was up to anything that wasn’t strengthening his leadership after the whole mishap with Purgatory and the Leviathans. Personally, the older Winchester was hoping that those troubles would have kept being a pain in the bastard’s ass for a long time. It was what he deserved.

He cleared his throat slightly, pondering whether or not he should have told Castiel about Meg’s death. He had never liked her, not even once she had started to work with them, but she and the former angel had been somewhat “friendly”, if that was even the right word for it. Maybe it was better if he avoided the subject completely, for now, and wait for a better moment to break the news to his best friend. No need to add more grief to the one he was already carrying with him.

“Yeah, you mentioned that you got things to tell me yesterday too,” he went on to say instead, his mind briefly going back to how desperate Castiel had appeared while mentioning the fact. Right now he was looking slightly calmer, but the urgency was still there. “But we agreed that we would have had that conversation in the car. After breakfast.” He waved his phone as to underline those words. “So lemme call for delivery as a start, alright? Then we’ll do everything else. I told you, you’re going to feel much better on a full stomach. Trust me on that.”

His expression then softened for a moment. “And you don’t have to thank me, Cas. You’re family. And…you’ve done a lot of things for me and Sammy when we didn’t deserve it too. It’s how it works with family. You need to start remembering it, okay?”

He patted the former angel’s shoulder gently, before starting to punch in the number. “Why don your take a shower or something while we wait for the food to get here? Wash some of that dry blood off you. I’ll bandage the wounds once you’ve cleaned out, so you won’t been too uncomfortable while we travel. Careful with the stitches, though.”

They had to be careful. The look on Dean's eyes told Castiel how unaware Dean was of the situation. Raphael wasn't someone to be underestimated. Castiel had done the same mistake and it led to millions of dead angels and thousands of dead humans. How could the hunter underestimate an archangel? Not any archangel. The most cruel of them, after Lucifer. No. He was worse than Lucifer. At least Lucifer was getting tired of playing with someone's life and would move on the next one. Still, he had to protect them. Somehow, someway he'd have to keep them safe and Castiel knew how. He wasn't paranoid. No. No. No. He wasn't. He had seen what they could do. He finally understood that power alone could do and he wasn't about to risk Dean's life. His own will to live was already gone but he wasn't going to allow Dean to put himself in danger.

Crowley. He could recall the demon standing outside his cell, talking with Naomi. Having a smirk on his face, being pleased to stare at his tied and broken figure. ‘Once you are bored of him, why don't give him to me to have fun?’ He didn't remember the rest. He fell unconscious after this. “I saw him once” he said. Could he really have seen him, or was it another game? “He... He had been working with Naomi.” He could feel his heart beat fast, saying those words. His head bowed, eyes not staring at Dean's. He couldn't handle such a thing. “No matter what, I betrayed him. I made the deal with him and I betrayed him. Of course I would be his target” Of course the demon would want to crush him. Castiel had used him to get the souls from Purgatory. Another memory which made the former angel fall into desperation. Had he done anything right? “I don't care much about Crowley. But if... If they attack you because of me, I... I don't want such a thing to happen.” but once again he was shown he was worried for no reason. The hunter would handle this. It was hard that he didn't need to worry.

Then Dean insisted that he should wait for them to eat before telling him everything. Castiel was feeling scared that he'd forget something or that he wouldn't have the time because it had been too good to be true. It was too good that he was alive, standing in front of Dean. Still, he had been told he should wait and he would. For a moment he bad forgotten that and got scared at the thought of Dean getting mad at him for that. But he didn't. “I am sorry” he said still. A shower sounded like the best thing right now.

He nodded, standing up. He hadn't realized how weak he was and how much his body hurt. He made a groan, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to focus on keeping himself standing. He was alright. He didn't need more help. The old hunter had done more than he should. Slowly, supporting himself against the wall, he walked into the bathroom. He took a few deep breaths, trying to think.

He'd need to make sure they were safe and he wouldn't calm down until they were. He had to draw a symbol. A symbol he had learnt a little before he was taken. A symbol he hadn't the chance to show to Sam and Dean. This was something to protect themselves from all supernatural creatures. Something extremely powerful which required human blood to draw it. He wouldn't be able to do it if he was an angel, but now he could.

Dean would be mad. He wouldn't if he didn't find out. Dean wasn't like Raphael. He didn't know what he was doing every single second. He'd prefer to face the rage of the hunter than to regret not doing anything he could to keep them safe. He thought about opening one of the stitches Dean had done but that would immediately cancel the trouble the hunter had been through last night. A blade. He doubted there was anything sharp around and he'd have to do it fast. Instead, he closed his eyes and bit on his left arm. A groan left his lips as blood started falling from his arm. He'd have to clean that later. With that he dipped his finger to the wound and when he was about to draw the symbol on the bathroom's wall, he realized he had no memory of it or any other sign. Not even the simplest one.

A sigh left his lips. His head being that far messed up wasn't something weird for Castiel but the fact he couldn't do such a simple thing had started to make him feel the most useless he would ever be. He didn't have his powers but he didn't have his knowledge in lore too. “Fuck...” he whispered, not knowing what to do. Grabbing some toilet paper he tried to wipe all the blood that had fallen on the floor, and then washed his hand to stop the bleeding. Dean shouldn't find out. Throwing the toilet paper into the toilet, he flushed and watched all the signs of what he had done being gone. Except the would he had opened but he could lie about it.

Getting into the tub next, he opened the water and realized it was too cold. He didn't know how to make it warm and he didn't want to break anything so he decided to shower that way. It wasn't like he hadn't been through so much more pain, even if his senses were different now. The fever didn't help. He had been weak already but now more than ever. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath as he tried to enjoy the water falling on his skin but it hadn't been like the first time that Dean had helped him. It almost hurt right now. He got out after a while, taking the towel he was wrapped with before, returning to the bedroom to sit in the bed, staring at the hunter.

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I just love painting Cas with stars in the background and wings

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