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“No.” 

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@mastirs​ said: Power dives up onto his shoulders clamping her thighs around his neck “keep calling me short and I’ll grip tighter”

Castiel took a casual step back to maintain the balance of his vessel and lifted one hand to the small of her back to support her. His other hand curved around one of her thighs to hold her steady where she sat, legs draped over his shoulders. He blinked once up at her. “You are beautiful.” He said in his quiet, serious way.

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𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬  𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

↬   THE  LANGUAGE  OF  THORNS,  midnight  tales  and  dangerous  magic.   (  2017  )  by  leigh  bardugo.

sentences  taken  from  or  inspired  by  the  collection’s  dialogue  &  narration.

+   feel  free  to  change  pronouns  !

i.    AYAMA  AND  THE  THORN  WOOD.

‘  love  speaks  in  flowers.  truth  requires  thorns.  ’

‘  we  all  know  the  story  of  how  the  queen  becomes  a  queen.  ’

‘  we  should  leave  this  place.  ’

‘  no  doubt  it  will  come  and  devour  us  all.  ’

‘  the  beast  will  laugh  you  right  out  of  the  wild  lands.  ’

‘  you  know  how  the  stories  go.  interesting  things  happen  only  to  pretty  girls.  ’

‘  is  the  wood  much  worse  than  a  garden  overgrown  with  pricklers  ?  ’

‘  stupid  girl  !  do  you  wish  to  become  a  monster  ?  ’

‘  strike  me.  cleave  me  in  two.  ’

‘  you’re  as  thorny  as  the  wood.  ’  

‘  there  is  but  one  rule  in  my  wood.  speak  truth.  ’

‘  perhaps  you  might  show  mercy  freely.  ’

‘  just  eat  a  bit  of  the  sun  to  fill  the  sky,  and  you  will  feel  empty  no  longer.  ’

‘  what  nonsense  !  of  course  that’s  not  how  the  story  ends.  ’

‘  some  people  are  born  with  a  piece  of  night  inside,  and  that  hollow  place  can  never  be  filled.  ’

‘  what  do  i  care  for  winter  ?  no  season  touches  this  wood.  ’

‘  you  know  the  only  bargain  i  will  make.  ’

‘  sometimes  the  unseen  is  not  to  be  feared  and  those  that  are  meant  to  love  us  most  are  not  always  the  ones  that  do.  ’

‘  bad  fates  do  not  always  follow  those  that  deserve  them.  ’

‘  no  prince  is  worth  your  life.  ’

‘  are  you  so  eager  to  be  eaten  ?  ’

‘  they  have  told  me  to  return  with  your  heart.  ’

‘  you  think  to  love  a  monster  ?  ’

‘  a  man  like  you  is  owed  no  words.  ’

ii.    THE  TOO  CLEVER  FOX.

‘  you  are  doomed  to  a  miserable  life.  ’

‘  better  to  be  hungry  now  than  to  be  sorry  later.  ’

‘  what  will  everyone  say  when  they  see  such  a  face  ?  ’

‘  we  have  not  gone  so  soft  as  that.  ’

‘  you  think  that  we  will  let  you  live  on  foolish  promises  ?  ’

‘  you  have  bested  me.  that  much  is  clear.  ’

‘  will  you  not  free  me  ?  ’

‘  you  will  have  a  fine  time  of  it,  i  can  tell  you.  ’

‘  i  can  bear  ugliness.  i  find  the  one  thing  i  cannot  live  with  is  death.  ’

‘  if  you  will  only  cease  your  talking,  i  will  gladly  go.  ’

‘  where  he  went,  he  bled  the  woods  dry.  ’

‘  what’s  a  bit  more  blood  ?  ’

‘  you  should  leave  this  place.  you  are  not  safe  here.  ’

‘  with  such  big  eyes,  i  think  you  see  too  much.  ’

‘  will  you  not  tell  me  what  troubles  you  ?  ’

‘  why  do  you  stay  with  him  ?  you’re  pretty  enough  to  catch  a  husband.  ’

‘  just  because  you  escape  one  trap,  doesn’t  mean  you  will  escape  the  next.  ’

‘  first  i  must  find  my  courage.  ’

‘  few  can  resist  the  sight  of  a  pretty  girl  crying.  ’

‘  the  trap  is  loneliness,  and  no  one  escapes  it.  not  even  me.  ’

‘  in  the  wood,  even  songbirds  must  be  survivors.  ’

iii.    THE  WITCH  OF  DUVA.

‘  there  was  a  time  when  the  wood  ate  girls.  ’

‘  be  back  before  dark.  the  trees  are  hungry  tonight.  ’

‘  who  can  say  what  shapes  an  appetite  ?  ’

‘  this  is  my  home,  you  can’t  just  send  me  away.  ’ 

‘  don’t  be  foolish.  there’s  plenty  of  light.  ’

‘  well  then,  come  help  me  stir  the  pot.  ’

‘  i  will  warn  you  just  this  once.  go.  ’ 

‘  you  cannot  come  and  go  from  this  place  like  you’re  fetching  water  from  a  well.  ’  

‘  hope  made  me  stubborn.  ’

‘  stay  there  and  keep  quiet.  i  don’t  need  rumors  that  i’ve  been  taking  girls.  ’

‘  i  will  not  have  you  bring  a  monster  to  my  door.  ’

‘  you  know  that  you  are  welcome  to  remain  here  with  me.  ’

‘  i  will  follow  her.  i  will  peck  out  her  eyes.  ’

‘  believe  me.  say  you  believe  me.  ’

‘  dark  things  have  a  way  of  slipping  through  narrow  spaces.  ’

iv.    LITTLE  KNIFE.

‘  it  is  dangerous  to  travel  the  northern  road  with  a  troubled  heart.  ’

‘  if  you  are  lost  in  your  own  thoughts,  you  may  find  yourself  stepping  off  the  path  and  into  the  dark  woods.  ’

‘  she  was  beautiful  from  the  moment  of  her  birth.  ’

‘  why  must  i  be  the  one  to  hide  ?  ’

‘  do  you  think  i  am  so  foolish  or  so  cruel  ?  ’

‘  water  only  wants  direction.  it  wants  to  be  told  what  to  do.  ’

‘  always  you  have  done  my  bidding,  but  what  good  are  you  to  me  now  ?  ’

‘  soon  i  will  be  very  rich,  but  will  i  have  a  good  man  ?  ’

‘  that  is  a  question  for  the  river.  ’

‘  your  tongue  is  not  fit  for  my  true  name.  ’

‘  will  you  come  with  me,  and  be  bride  to  nothing  but  the  shore  ?  ’

‘  she  was  terrifying  in  her  beauty,  bright  like  a  devouring  star.  ’

‘  remember  that  to  use  a  thing  is  not  to  own  it.  ’

‘  should  you  ever  take  a  bride,  listen  closely  to  her  questions.  ’

v.    THE  SOLDIER  PRINCE.

‘  this  is  the  problem  with  even  lesser  demons.  they  come  to  your  door  in  velvet  coats  and  polished  shoes.  ’

‘  you  will  find  great  love  and  more  gold  than  you  could  wish  for.  ’

‘  he’s  a  charming  fellow,  but  most  unusual,  and  peculiarities  seem  to  follow  him.  ’  

’  it  seemed  harmless  at  the  time.  ’

‘  he  needed  a  girl,  still  malleable,  one  that  he  could  make  admire  him.  ’

‘  this  is  pleasant.  this  is  enough.  ’

‘  are  you  my  soldier  ?  are  you  my  prince  ?  ’

‘  i  have  not  come  to  fight,  only  to  talk.  ’

‘  wanting  is  why  people  get  up  in  the  morning.  it  gives  them  something  to  dream  of  at  night.  ’

‘  i  am  perfectly  real.  ’

‘  she  loves  you,  though,  and  that  will  make  it  harder.  ’

‘  best  not  to  ask.  i  think  the  answer  would  please  no  one.  ’

‘  we  can  stay  forever  in  the  land  of  dreams.  ’

‘  kiss  me.  take  me  from  this  place.  ’

‘  i  sent  you  to  die  a  hundred  times.  ’

‘  i  eat  the  wonder  in  their  eyes.  ’

‘  you  were  an  idea  in  my  head.  you  were  nothing,  and  to  nothing  you  will  return  when  i  think  of  you  no  more.  ’

‘  you  wanted  only  that  i  might  live.  you  would  sacrifice  your  own  life  to  make  it  so.  ’

‘  are  you  my  darling  ?  are  you  mine  ?  ’

vi.    WHEN  WATER  SANG  FIRE.

‘  you  wish  to  strike  a  bargain.  ’

‘  make  me  someone  new.  ’

‘  this  is  the  problem  with  making  a  thing  forbidden.  it  does  nothing  but  build  an  ache  in  the  heart.  ’

‘  easy  magic  is  pretty.  great  magic  requires  that  you  trouble  the  waters.  ’

‘  no  one  expects  me  to  accomplish  anything.  ’

‘  i  can  smell  your  ambition  like  blood  in  the  water.’  

‘  i  know  that  you  should  keep  it  like  a  secret,  not  shout  it  like  a  curse.  ’

‘  yes.  i  can  imagine  it  all.  ’

‘  you  are  worth  more  than  that.  you  should  not  have  to  earn  him.  ’

‘  hope  rises  like  water  trapped  beneath  a  dam,  higher  and  higher,  in  increments  that  mean  nothing  until  you  face  the  flood.  ’

‘  there  is  no  pain  like  the  pain  of  transformation.  ’

‘  take  your  pleasures  as  you  will.  ’

‘  come,  and  i’ll  tell  you  all  you  wish  to  know.  ’

‘  he  made  me  dream  of  things  i  cannot  have.  ’

‘  i  do  not  care  for  dancing.  ’

‘  look  into  the  mirror,  and  try  to  deny  it.  ’

‘  you  have  never  been  like  the  others,  and  you  never  will  be.  ’

‘  we  were  not  made  to  please  princes.  ’

‘  i  am  not  quite  mortal  either,  and  i  have  many  lives  to  live.  ’

‘  i  wouldn’t  care  if  you  were  part  human  or  part  frog.  ’

‘  my  voice  is  not  enough.  ’

‘  you  know  i  was  never  strong.  ’

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Cas’ view on Sam over the seasons for @starlightswait: “You know, being human, it didn’t just change my view of food. It changed my view of you.“

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ithinkim-adorable​:

          It was undeniable that the cool metal of the angel blade mixed with the cooling streaks of blood created some grounding sense of ease. A stolen moment, that should he take it, allow him to reflect on how precious the lives in his hand were.            It was just a shame that he was wired differently.

          The first blade offered him a fresh type of hunger, one that demanded more each time it was sated.           With each new wave, he could feel it, clawing recklessly into his core and screaming for a renewed sense of relief. Now, without the weight of responsibility and trauma to guide him, he found it easier to give it what it wanted. 

          He just hadn’t betted on being kissed.

          It was messy and un-coordinated. Everything his former self had craved even imagined but was always too chicken shit to simply reach out and take.           He’d never figured the angel carried the balls either.  

          Returning the gesture in kind, Dean nipped the others probing tongue, flicking his own to taste the hint of copper before forcing his own entry into the angels hot mouth.            Two could play this game.

Of all scenarios that had passed through the angel’s thoughts when he dragged this half formed plan from the frothing sea of guilt and hysterics, none of them had ended in the stoic hunter returning the gesture and furthering it. For a moment, Castiel felt his own mind distracted from the task at hand by the brush of Dean’s teeth against his questing tongue and the further exploration of the other’s tongue into his own mouth.

The fist which had been curled into the fabric of the hunter’s flannel, moved in favor of grasping the short hair at the nape of Dean’s neck, holding him firmly down against him. His body shifted beneath Dean’s, knees parting to accommodate the other’s hips, foot sliding to hook around the backs of his knees; Castiel told himself this, too, was part of his plan. The more tangled their bodies, the less range of movement the other would have.

Castiel captured Dean’s tongue with his teeth and using a gentle pressure against his tugging mouth and the press of his hand against Dean’s neck, eased himself back down onto the surface of the books so that Castiel was nearly laying on top of it. Releasing Dean’s tongue, he pressed his own forward and ran its tip against the edge of Dean’s teeth and upper lip before pushing it back into Dean’s mouth, allowing a soft hum of pleasure to bubble in the back of his throat.

His other hand touched Dean’s shoulder and slid down to the bend of his elbow in its slow, steady journey toward the hand which held the blade.

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STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 19/327

2.2 Everybody Loves a Clown Written by John Shiban Directed by Phil Sgriccia Original Air Date: October 5, 2006

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Dean felt the former angel’s hips against his own and was startled by how deeply human Castiel felt, how warm and solid. His own calloused hands slid beneath the fabric of Cas’ loose shirt and traced his ribs, ran along his spine. One hand moved to cup his hip while the other slid to the small of his back and down further just beginning to drift beneath the waistband of his pants. Gasping, he leaned up to press another fervent kiss to the other’s moaning mouth when everything went cold.

Suddenly, he was being shoved away and Castiel was yelling at him and trembling. Dean scrambled backward across the floor, dislodging a few pillows and blankets from their place in his haste. It was hard to breathe with the smoke, the sudden vice closing about his chest. There on the floor, it all hit him at once. He and Castiel had been… they had been about to… he and Castiel… he and… him… Dean felt shame and fear and guilt all roiling in his gut. Swallowing, he glanced down and felt his skin burn all the more. “I’m sorry, Cas. I’m so sorry, I don’t…” He snatched at one of the blankets and tugged it up to his chest, looking anywhere but the angel.

For some reason, tears were scalding the back of the hunter’s eyes. He roughly rubbed his face. “You don’t have to take it. I just wanted to help.”

Guilt came in crashing like the waves against his soul. If he had Grace, he wouldn't be as volatile. The rage and shame subsided into a forlorn steadfastness. Castiel never denied Dean anything, especially if it appeared with tears. There was a peripheral awareness a Winchester could not weep. The world could burn to a crisp around his sons and the specter of their father would balk at the emotion. To see him grieve meant that he had pushed his best friend to a brink near impossible. Steeling his resolve, he pulled together the disparate pieces of himself in an attempt to resemble his former identity.

“Forgive me, Dean. You do not understand the extent of my mistakes,” he began, hands cutting with a half-hysteric, half-manic energy through the air. “I tried to be you, but I never was as compelling… not without the backing of a holy force behind me, even then…” There was the bitterest of laughs. He had made such a mess that another gave out orders in the camp. Wouldn’t resigning himself to being a nameless soldier be better for all those involved? “I failed every order given to me. I did not start the Apocalypse. I did not kill that child. I did not save you. What right do I have to untainted Grace?”  

He crawled towards him, reaching beyond the blanket shield to grip at the other’s palms. His lips brushed against Dean’s mouth once again in apology. “This is all tat I can give.”

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The angel stood in the middle of the room, tearing his eyes away from the cowering figure against the wall to look over the damage. There were many bodies, but the exact number could not be told just by looking. Too many pieces of the anatomical puzzle were scattered about, but the angel could tell it was more than one or two. Blood covered everything. Castiel looked down at his own shoes and primly stepped over one of the twisted bodies into a patch of flood devoid of blood. Reaching down, he pulled a handkerchief from the front breast pocket of one of the corpses and tossed the cloth onto the creeping trail of blood that slid closer and closer to the other man. The red seeped quickly into the thin, pastel fabric, but did not advance any further. Slowly, Castiel approached and dropped himself into a crouch. His blue eyes searched the other’s. “What is the last thing you do remember? Do you know how you got here? Do you remember smelling something like sulfur or rotten eggs? Cold spots? It’s okay, take your time. Try to think.”

                       MEMORY LOSS MEMES   /   ALWAYS ACCEPTING @rediscoveredfaith​​ sent: “ tell me what you remember. ” / lucius - maybe atrocities have been committed that one has forgotten?

he’d woken up to blood and carnage.      a gruesome act of violence displayed before him. a wet, warm red coating his hands, his clothes. finding himself standing over one of many lifeless bodies with faces he didn’t recognize. confused. frightened. too many questions running through his mind as he came to his senses.   ( who are these people? where am i? did he make me do this? why would he do this? )   feet backing up, backing away from the scene. horrified. until his back met the wall behind him. legs giving up, sliding down onto the ground. at a loss for what to do, too shocked to think. how long he’d sat there, just watching the trail of blood which had found its way into the cracks in the floor, slowly drawing closer and closer to where he sat, he couldn’t say. but it seemed, at last, someone had found him. and naturally, they wanted to know what had happened. perhaps assuming he was guilty of this. perhaps assuming he was a fortunate victim. it didn’t matter. he had no answers. tell me what you remember. but alas, that was the problem, wasn’t it? he didn’t. he didn’t remember a thing, not about this.      ❛❛   i… i don’t…   ❜❜      he breathed, clearly still in shock, fumbling to think, much less form clear sentences.

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“ ‘Course I know you, Cas.” They were so close. Dean knew this was dangerous, to interact with someone he knew from the past, but he couldn’t help reaching out again to touch the angel’s cheek. His green eyes danced with a faint ember of his soul’s former flame. “You have a little garden in our camp with a bird feeder. You like to hear the birds sing. Sometimes you like to go out there and sit and watch the bees fly from flower to flower. You still have my mixtape I gave you, and even though we ran out of batteries a long time ago for the walkman, you can sing every song by memory.”

His voice thickened with emotion. Swallowing, he pulled his hand away and brushed at his own eyes. “I’m not sure God had anything to do with it. It was more Michael.” He almost spat the name. 

“The point is, at the end of the day you have to live with yourself. I keep fighting because I can’t live with myself if I gave up… I couldn’t look you in the eye if I stopped fighting. I may not be able to do much in the grand scheme of things, but I have to try to do what I can, to save who I can…” His voice had taken on a low, droning quality, as if this were a speech he often recited. “I can’t give up. I have too many people counting on me.”

Castiel turned his head, risking that his lips would graze against calloused skin. The sound of a him that didn’t even exist sounded more appealing than what he had now. A comradery spoken about in the open air as opposed to whispered into the throat in the Impala's backseat. The type of romance tinged by guilt and shame. For the first time, the anger and indecision that plagued him changed into desire. A yearning to become this other self who had won the easy affection of Dean Winchester. “It does not ring true to me. I do not have desires outside of my need to serve humanity, but… I would not mind a world similar to that…” He frowned deeply. “The contradictions that reside within me are many.”

His eyebrow raised in confusion at the archangel’s name. The Viceroy of Heaven he knew would never destroy a soldier he could continue use. It did not matter if there allegiance to him was pure. “Why would Michael have anything to do with me?” A bland tone. “He is the most devoted to war.”

Castiel recognized the robotic nature of those remarks because they resembled his own feelings. They were the words of a weapon with a human appearance. “Do you believe in what you say?” He asked, being the one to take the step forward this time. “You’re hardly living, Dean. That is what I see…”

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'Neath the halo of a street lamp

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence

The Sound of Silence - Simon & Garfunkel

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an of the Lord, whose halo envelopes him in darkness

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Dean stretched, grinning under the light of the sun before looking back at his brother. “Look Sammy, if you want to sit up here and be a stick in the mud all day that’s fine, but I’m going to grab the fishing stuff out of the shed and the cooler from the fridge.” He shook his head at Sam’s continued grumbles, moving to step off the deck before he heard the familiar flutter of wings. “Cas! Man, you’re just in time for-” He blinked when the angel stuck to the shadows more than stepping out into the light, furrowing a brow. When Cas said he was dead and this perfect getaway was actually Heaven he laughed a bit, shaking his head. “Yeah uh-huh…good one Cas…come on man I’m about to grab the fishing gear and head down to the lake.”

He takes a few steps and looks back at him, sighing. “Look Cas if this was Heaven, mom would be in the cabin makin’ me an awesome apple pie and dad would already be waiting for me at the dock. But they aren’t and it’s just you, me, and Sam.”

“Dean,” The angel did his best to keep his voice quiet and calm. “I know this is hard to believe, but you must trust me.” 

 With another quiet fluttering of wings, Castiel moved from where he hid in the shadow of the deck to a shaded place beneath one of the tall trees in front of Dean. “Do you remember what Heaven is, Dean? It is a collection of happy memories, but those memories can be altered, changed. They want to keep you here, Dean. Think. Think very hard. Do you remember driving to this cabin? Is that really Sam? Has he spoken to you at all or done anything beyond sitting in that same place with the laptop?” It pained Castiel to see the hunter so relaxed, knowing that it was not real.

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There was something that could always be counted upon and that was the eagerness of the Winchesters to sacrifice themselves for one another. Sam’s words were what the angel had been wanting to hear, but all the same, they caused a faint grimace. Dean would not approve of the conversation they were having now, of the plans they were entertaining, but Dean was beyond disapproving now. Would it be worth his ire to drag him back? Castiel thought so, and even though he had known from the beginning what Sam’s answer would be, it was good to hear it spoken aloud. Castiel shed his trenchcoat and began to methodically unbutton the cuffs of his shirt and roll the sleeves to his elbows. “The methods we will be trying are… unorthodox. Are you prepared?”

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❝   I   trust   you   ,   Cas   .   He   needs   us   right   now   ,   so   I'll   do   whatever   it   takes   —   ❞   his   eyes   glaze   over   as   his   jaw   tenses   at   the   finality   of   his   words   .   Sam   knows   this   is   dangerous   and   as   the   angel   just   informed   him   ,   fatal   a   higher   percentage   of   the   time   ,   but   he   didn't   care   in   this   moment   .   This   right   here   ,   was   something   his   heart   would   always   choose   .   If   he   could   potentially   lose   his   own   life   to   save   his   brother   ,   he   would   do   so   without   questioning   it   .   He   heard   what   Cas   had   to   say   ,   listened   close   and   understood   the   possibilities   and   how   the   odds   were   now   necessarily   in   his   favour   ,   but   he   did   not   care   .   Dean   was   the   only   thing   in   his   life   that   he'd   lay   down   his   life   for   ;   and   Dean   was   all   he   had   ,   the   only   brother   he   had   ever   known   ,   and   he   would   do   and   give   absolutely   anything   for   him   .

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mastirs​:

She freezes even though he was so tender in his touch , she had only known harmful hands, Luckily they were in his room and no other nurse was around to see him do such a thing she didn’t need more drama with the workers - she didn’t think it’d be this difficult to keep up a human apperance.  “if anyone deserves a happy ending it’s you Cas.”  she want’s to lean into his touch but not only did she not deserve such things but he wasn’t in his right mind , SHE would not take advantage of him like that, She has never gone beyond holding him while he is having a episode to calm him down. 

She moves to the side avoiding further contact. “what does your ideal happy ending look like ? picture it and tell me”  she want’s him to imagine good things overcome the abyss in his brain it wouldn’t last long but it’d be some relieve from it all.  “tell me every detail.”

The angel lingers where he stood, feeling the air about him cool as her warmth drifts away from him. A stray thought passes through his mind, and he is reminded, vaguely, of conversations from before. Personal space. Perhaps it is important to demons, too. He steps backward, trailing his fingers along the foot of his bed before turning to edge toward the window. “I disagree,” He murmurs, watching his own hands move down the front of his loose shirt.

How strange that his true form can be in such pain and it not be visible in his vessel. Lucifer is not there, not really, at least he does not believe him to be, but he can feel his icy fingers against the joints of his wings. Lucifer speaks some children’s rhyme as he plucks feathers free and lets them fall. He loves me… he loves me not… he loves me…

Castiel considers her question and cocks his head to one side, his brows furrowing. “There is a place in heaven I like to visit. It is a park on a sunny day.” A pause. “I believe a happy ending would feel like the warmth of the sun, the smell of grass and flowers, the sound of laughter, soft words, the trill of birdsong, the humming of bees…” One corner of his downturned mouth twitches upward as he reaches for the toy bee and brings it to his chest. “My siblings would find this foolish… these are all earthly things… human sensations…”

[rediscoveredfaith]

mastirs​:

“yer gonna have to try a lot harder then that to get me to bend to yer will angel face… big turn on though”

A hand reaches up to stroke her hair. “If I ever commit to anything too intensive, you can grip onto my wrist, and I’ll stop.” 

[rediscoveredfaith]

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