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Broke house.

A cracked wall, a dirty floor, and a desolate home.

How do you lose something you have never known?

Foreign rooms, new schools, and places too good to be true.

And you’re mad at your mother.

You’re afraid of your father.

But you need to protect your brother.

So you leave yourself behind.

Now you’re angry at your parents for what they did to you.

You're older, and it's hard to trust other people when you’re too afraid to lose.

Broken House, they said.

You couldn’t wrap it around your head.

You chose to be closed off instead.

Now your brother is a little bit older.

He seems to notice how you carry the world over your shoulders.

It’s hard to imagine.

Open road, sleek black doors, and anger you can’t seem to let go.

Motel rooms, fast food, never staying long enough to stew.

That 67 Chevy Impala is the only home you have ever known.

Look at how it’s molded you.

Flannel shirts, trench coats, and eyes with every shade of blue.

Creating a world for the two of you.

He seemed to be the only one to know you.

The walls you built are things he easily moves through.

Yet your thoughts are not weaponized against you.

This is all so new.

But somehow, everything is blue.

His eyes, his tie, and your jeans.

He gives you some sort of peace.

Maybe it's a melancholy dream.

A happiness just out of reach.

A thought you never would have dreamed.

Late nights, you come home, and your deep conversation is trapped behind steel doors.

You still have nightmares of the unknown.

Late at night in the darkness, you have never felt more alone.

Because you still don’t see how much you have grown.

And sure, you’re still angry at your mother.

You no longer have to be afraid of your father.

You don’t have to keep protecting your brother.

Old habits die, and new habits form.

Old wounds scab, and new scars appear.

All just to get here.

You’ll admit it to no one, but sometimes it’s hard to be here.

So you do anything to quell the fear.

To dispel the threat in your head.

Long pulls of whiskey, a good burger, and beer.

You travel all across the country so that you can steer.

Wheels crunch beneath the asphalt.

You are running away from your faults.

But here's the thing.

You have gotten old.

Your body can’t keep up with this lifestyle anymore.

Truth be told, you want more.

You need more.

A place to call your own.

A nice home with wooden floors, a wrap-around porch, and a garage door.

And sure, the Apple pie life is not for you.

But you deserve it, Good lord.

You think back now in the safety of your room.

You tried it once.

And god, she wasn’t for you.

If only she knew.

She was friendly, it's true.

But you knew deep down someone else was made for you.

But you didn’t have a clue.

He had blue eyes.

Deep brown hair that stood up in all the right places.

So unique you could spot him in a sea of millions of faces.

With a voice so deep you could feel it in your bones.

And a sense of humor so dry that you would never know.

But you did.

You knew him better than anyone—all of his ticks and charms.

You just didn’t realize it was love.

Now that the broken home has new doors.

The floors still creak, but that’s okay.

He walks in through that house.

Sees the ivy growing on stone walls.

And the house that was once haunted becomes a home.

A place in which this feeling becomes more.

And you become so much more than a broken home.

Scars heal, you remember to feel, and most importantly, you focus on what is real.

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Why do they always got to take away my Bobby

. First Bobby singer and now Bobby Nash.

Where is the justice?

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it’s 2016 and literal actual god from the christian bible is bisexual but they still won’t let you kiss a man on camera, or even acknowledge out loud that you want to. four years from now they’ll have to kill you on rebar because they let you get too gay for a happy heterosexual ending. they’ll kill the angel, too, of course. even in death, you’ll never be allowed to say that you loved him.

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Okay, so I’m looking for some cozy Destiel fics. It can have angst but also not too much. If anyone could recommend any ones they like. That would be greatly appreciated

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Yes exactly

your desire to write the same trope over and over again

🤝

my desire to read the same trope over and over again

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The Man Who Would Be King

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Angel.

I didn’t used to believe in much.

People let me down more then once.

There was no use to believe in something bigger than us.

Reckless was what I was.

Abandoned as all hell.

My mind too loud for my own head.

My heart to damn soft for my own skin.

Dealing with the demons trading my soul for my own kin.

Holding on hard and fast until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Thats when I saw it.

I don’t remember much other than a white light.

My body and soul were once again mine.

For a time there was nothing but doubt.

An omission of truth that I refused to see.

Who was I that it would save me.

One day the angel appeared right in front of me.

Out in the middle of nowhere.

The angel looked at me and for the first time I was perceived.

The angels eyes looked into mine.

I didn’t know it then but I was sure I would be alright.

As time went on tragedy seeped into my life.

People fought and people died.

Friends tired and family lied.

I guess that was part of the story.

Hot headed and stupid I questioned everything.

The angel, The people I knew, and my family.

Who were they to say what was right and wrong?

Who was I to know what was good or not?

The angel saw me as someone who was utterly lost.

Someone who’s shoulders were too tired of being alone.

Caring a burden bigger than my own.

Still the angel saw someone worth fighting for.

The angel helped me carry this burden so I didn’t have to do it alone.

The angel rebelled against the only world he knew.

Just to see me walk through stone.

If you asked me if I believed in god back then, I would have scoffed.

My life was too much of a mess for there to be one.

If there was one he did a shit job caring for his children he so loved.

If you ask me nowadays I will probaby say something similar.

But one thing did change.

I have faith.

Not in god or higher power.

My life is still a mess and people still suffer everyday.

But I have faith in one angel.

The only one I have come to care about.

The one that has blue eyes and who has become more of a kin.

A member of my family and an extension of my soul.

The one who never lost faith in me.

The one who saw this broken beaten soul and thought.

Still beautiful, Still Dean Winchester.

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Broke house.

A cracked wall, a dirty floor, and a desolate home.

How do you lose something you have never known?

Foreign rooms, new schools, and places too good to be true.

And you’re mad at your mother.

You’re afraid of your father.

But you need to protect your brother.

So you leave yourself behind.

Now you’re angry at your parents for what they did to you.

You're older, and it's hard to trust other people when you’re too afraid to lose.

Broken House, they said.

You couldn’t wrap it around your head.

You chose to be closed off instead.

Now your brother is a little bit older.

He seems to notice how you carry the world over your shoulders.

It’s hard to imagine.

Open road, sleek black doors, and anger you can’t seem to let go.

Motel rooms, fast food, never staying long enough to stew.

That 67 Chevy Impala is the only home you have ever known.

Look at how it’s molded you.

Flannel shirts, trench coats, and eyes with every shade of blue.

Creating a world for the two of you.

He seemed to be the only one to know you.

The walls you built are things he easily moves through.

Yet your thoughts are not weaponized against you.

This is all so new.

But somehow, everything is blue.

His eyes, his tie, and your jeans.

He gives you some sort of peace.

Maybe it's a melancholy dream.

A happiness just out of reach.

A thought you never would have dreamed.

Late nights, you come home, and your deep conversation is trapped behind steel doors.

You still have nightmares of the unknown.

Late at night in the darkness, you have never felt more alone.

Because you still don’t see how much you have grown.

And sure, you’re still angry at your mother.

You no longer have to be afraid of your father.

You don’t have to keep protecting your brother.

Old habits die, and new habits form.

Old wounds scab, and new scars appear.

All just to get here.

You’ll admit it to no one, but sometimes it’s hard to be here.

So you do anything to quell the fear.

To dispel the threat in your head.

Long pulls of whiskey, a good burger, and beer.

You travel all across the country so that you can steer.

Wheels crunch beneath the asphalt.

You are running away from your faults.

But here's the thing.

You have gotten old.

Your body can’t keep up with this lifestyle anymore.

Truth be told, you want more.

You need more.

A place to call your own.

A nice home with wooden floors, a wrap-around porch, and a garage door.

And sure, the Apple pie life is not for you.

But you deserve it, Good lord.

You think back now in the safety of your room.

You tried it once.

And god, she wasn’t for you.

If only she knew.

She was friendly, it's true.

But you knew deep down someone else was made for you.

But you didn’t have a clue.

He had blue eyes.

Deep brown hair that stood up in all the right places.

So unique you could spot him in a sea of millions of faces.

With a voice so deep you could feel it in your bones.

And a sense of humor so dry that you would never know.

But you did.

You knew him better than anyone—all of his ticks and charms.

You just didn’t realize it was love.

Now that the broken home has new doors.

The floors still creak, but that’s okay.

He walks in through that house.

Sees the ivy growing on stone walls.

And the house that was once haunted becomes a home.

A place in which this feeling becomes more.

And you become so much more than a broken home.

Scars heal, you remember to feel, and most importantly, you focus on what is real.

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I do enjoy Dean getting initially twitchy and weird over fake dating Cas for a case and being super awkward with it BUT I also love the idea(and actually find it to be a bit more canon) of him immediately falling into the role perfectly and Cas being the awkward one. Because Deans a romantic at heart and if he’s gonna play a role he’s gonna play it. He goes full romcom. Pet names just rolling off the tongue and pda becomes instant second nature. He’s slapping his ass and slipping his arm around his waist while Cas is stiff as a statue. He manually puts Cas’ hand into his back pocket while they’re walking like “cmon man we gotta sell it!” He plants a kiss on wide eyed Cas’ cheek and manages to not blush until he’s rounded the corner while Cas bluescreens. Hes got their hands intertwined every chance he gets. Cas eventually catches up and when hes the one to initiate that’s when Dean loses every bit of cool he had. Cas calls him pet names and he instantly chokes on his own tongue. Cas slides his hand into Deans back pocket like he told him to and Dean almost jumps out of his skin. Cas kisses him and you can almost see the smoke pouring out of his ears. He can dish it out but he can’t take it

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7x21 Reading is Fundamental // 12x03 The Foundry

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what if my 13 reason why is the fact that even after being beaten up by cas, dean didn't push him away but instead clung on his coat hoping cas would stop and hear him

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yeah idk man maybe i just don't like it when characters whose whole story is about choosing to live and overcoming suicidal ideation end up dying in a hero sacrifice. kinda leaves a bad taste in my mouth, not gonna lie.

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The Man Who Would Be King

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Buck going from an annoying wannabe frat boy in season 1 to a bisexual, borderline socially inept sweetie who stress bakes and wears aprons and whose biggest problem is that he just loves people too damn much is SO IMPORTANT to me

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I don’t know about you

But Dean is alive and well living in his quaint farmhouse with Cas by his side. They are happy living together outside of chucks grip.

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btw chris choosing to do the sensible and empathetic thing is literally because eddie raised him to be like this. it's literally because that's his kid. oh man.

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the difference between this eddie and the eddie from buck's perspective last episode. and they're both real. eddie IS so cool and so funny and so good and he has a silver star and he's a loser and a yapper and a liar and the best dad in the world. he is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie.