#next time {because there will sadly be a next time} we won't engage. just silently hold up a sign

[petrichorvoices]

baby’s second ever counter-protest <- it just came back from arguing with some pro-life fucks on campus and holding posterboard in front of their graphic signs, and though it got purposefully and aggressively misgendered numerous times by some motherfucker who doesn’t know what a zygote is {and kept telling us to look it up because we’d see it’s a baby, and who promptly changed the subject once we read the definition out loud to her and she promptly realized it does not say it’s a baby}, it feels really fucking alive which is impressive considering it has Cotards, and it met some other counter-protesters who taught it how to do so effectively and will keep it in the loop regarding getting these shmucks banned from our school

[chericheriladyxo]

She's Yours, You're Mine part four [nsfw]

Draco x Fem!Reader

Draco is arranged to marry Astoria, but all he's ever wanted is you.

Words: 1561 Contains: 18+, p in v, loss of virginity (m), kinda subby!Draco, switch!Reader, hurt/comfort, family trauma, fluff

Notes: all characters are 18+, reader's house is not specified yet.

You and Draco had been sneaking around for a few weeks now, and nobody was suspicious; save for a few professors that noticed the change of Draco's attentiveness in class.

Though, despite you being there to calm his fears and make him forget his engagement, he still couldn't help the looming fear of his parents disproval if they were to find out he had been mingling with a blood traitor. Anytime he could get away from Astoria, he spent with you, rarely wanting to be alone when he didn't have to.

"Y/n-" He pulled you from the busy corridor of students rushing back to their common rooms after class, and behind the stairs out of sight. You yelped slightly, but sighed when you saw him.

"Draco- why are you-" He hugged you tightly, and you quickly reciprocated, "Is everything alright?" You asked carefully,

"I've just had a rough day, and I kept thinking about seeing you after classes, and I just couldn't wait any longer." He buried his head into your shoulder, and you petted his hair softly,

"Do you want to go back to my dorm and talk about it? My roommates out tonight.."

"Yes, please." He mumbled and the two of you stayed like that for a few while the halls cleared out. His body was heavy against you and you could tell he was trying his best not to cry, you just didn't know what brought it up so suddenly. After you were sure it was empty enough, you tapped Draco on the shoulder and he reluctantly let go of you to walk more casually to your dorm.

You'd made it through the common room, but as soon as you were in the dorm hall, he wrapped his arms back around your waist as you unlocked the door. He kissed your neck softly and you led the two of you into your room, making sure to re-lock the door once you were inside. "Okay baby, talk to me."

The two of you sat on the edge of your bed as you held him tightly, "I don't want to worry you with it.." Draco sighed,

"You won't, but if you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to."

He stayed silent for a moment and started fidgeting with his hands. "My parents sent me a letter today and cared to update me on the.. constrictions of my marriage. Mainly, that as soon as she turns 18 next month, we're expected to start trying for heirs. It's fucking ridiculous. They don't even want us to wait for the marriage, which is only a week later, because that's all the care about." He started to choke up, "You know, one time I had a dream that I had two children with a women I truly loved. And they were both girls." He smiled sadly at that thought, and then began crying without trying to hold back.

You held him, and whispered comforting words, and kissed the top of his head, and gave him the love that he hadn't felt in a very long time. "I'm so sorry Draco- I wish there was something, anything I could do to help."

"I- I know, I'm sorry for this- I just- don't have anyone else-"

"Don't be- I know." You rocked him back a forth, trying to soothe him and stop from crying yourself.

You moved your hand down and rubbed it back and forth on his thigh.

"Can we forget about it- for tonight? Please." You looked in his eyes and saw the desperation, to do anything but talk more about this. Your hand placement didn't help either, but you knew he needed this.

You nodded your head, "Of course."

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He moved back on the bed and pulled you with him for a passionate kiss. And even as you started unbuttoning your top, he seemed hesitant to get undressed. You climbed on top of him and undid his belt for him; he shivered when you unzipped his pants. "Are you okay?" You asked,

"Yea- um.. I've never done this before.." He admitted shamefully,

"Like- you're a virgin?" You didn't mean this in a demeaning way, just simply curious. You were sure that he had to have picked up a few others, with his occasional charm.

"Yea.." He looked away nervously, but you only smiled,

"I'll make you feel so good baby.. just let me do the work." He laid his head back at your request and you slid his pants off. You both undid your shirts and tossed them aside.

Just to tip him off, you decided to only take off your underwear and stockings, leaving your too-short-skirt on. He shuddered at the sight of you unclipping your bra and slid his boxers off as well. "You're perfect y/n.." He ran his hands along the side of your body, cupping your boobs and admiring your figure. "Is this okay?" He asked and you giggled and nodded,

"It's all for you baby." You kissed him softly, soaking in the moment together. A hand trailed down and grabbed him, slowly pumping up and down. He could tell you were experienced, and the thought of other guys being in this position made him all the more eager to prove himself.

As you moved your hand faster, he gasped and squeeze your shoulders tightly. The feeling of someone one touching him for once was new, and he had no idea why he put it off before. Maybe because they weren’t you.

You shifted yourself down and hovered your mouth over his dick. He was seething with anticipation watching you in such a vulnerable position. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

When you finally took him into your mouth, just the tip, he groaned and threw his head back. "Oh, fuck.."

You laughed, "I haven't done anything yet."

"Just- you have no idea.." You took more of him and worked the base with your hands, teasing and licking up his shaft. Obscene noises fell from his mouth the further you went, and he could hardly think, only focused on the immense pleasure he was feeling.

Soon you were at a steady pace, but he wanted more. He timidly reached a hand down and gripped your hair. You moaned and the action and he took it as encouragement to push you down; you gagged and groaned while he held you there. This was a completely new sensation for Draco, and he couldn't get enough.

He finally let you up and you took your mouth off with a pop. You caught your breath and smiled at him.

"Was that too much- I'm sorry- it just felt so good.." He quickly rambled.

"No, no, it was good, I liked it."

"Really?"

"Yea.. I like it a bit rougher." He shuddered at that comment and quickly pulled you up to kiss him.

"You're so hot.. I can't believe this."

"That wasn't even the best part.." You reached under yourself and grabbed his dick, sliding around in the slick of your pussy.

"Please... I wanna be inside you." Without hesitation, you lowered yourself onto him, feeling him slowly stretch you out in the best way. He was the biggest by far that you had had, and it took a minute for the pain to meld into plesure.

"Gods.. you're so big.." He loved hearing that, and it didn't help that you whimpered above him every time you took another inch. His face was red at the sight and when you finally bottomed out, he held your hips in place, loving the feeling of his cock buried inside you.

You noticed how flushed he was, "Just try to hold on for a little bit, okay?" He nodded slowly, and tried to focus on anything but cumming too early. You started to bounce up and down, eyes rolling back in your head from the feeling of being filled up in every way. "Fuck.. fuck.. fuck.. Dray-" You reached down to rub your clit at the same time.

The pornographic sight in front of him was taking every ounce of his mind to not finish. "Fuck- how am I- I'm close-" You even surprised yourself with how quickly your climax crept up. "Okay, you can- you can let go baby.." He couldn't help but fuck up into you as you both reached your highs together. As soon as you gave him permission, something in him snapped, and he shot his load into you as you cried out his name.

"So fucking good.." He drew from his mouth, and he went limp on top of him.

"That was- the best I've ever had- fuck.." He blushed at the compliment, though he didn't do much. He pulled out of you and the two of you laid there, sitting in the smell of sex and the passion of the moment. "Was that good?" You asked,

"It was- it was perfect, so much better than I expected.. I thought the first time was supposed to be bad.."

"Well, I guess it helps that I've done it before." You kissed each other again.

"Thank you y/n.. I needed that."

"Of course baby, but I've wanted to do that for awhile now.. so thank you too."

He laughed and held you close, "You're beautiful, you know that?"

"And you're pretty." He laughed again and showered you with kisses.

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[bored-storyteller]

Second part of the request for @amevinil239

25- Twisted Wonderland- Kalim, Azul, Leona, Riddle x Reader

Anger and home pt. 2

Kalim Al-Asim

-I'm not sure what can get Kalim into arguing, but I'm pretty sure if you're stressed out, his behavior can be irritating sometimes.

-Mostly, Kalim will be blind to your problems. It's not that he doesn't want to see them, but he simply can't.

-And he doesn't listen. Trying to tell him with good manners that you really would need his support and not having to satisfy his whims is difficult.

-Furthermore, Kalim is a good person, perhaps a little childish, but he is not stupid or submissive. If there is a misunderstanding and he feels he is right, he is stubborn on his arguments.

-In any case, he would never intend to hurt you, ever.

-After a fight he will be the most wounded in the soul of the two, and if you run away from him the world will collapse on him.

"That's enough!"

Your voice is so high that it burns your throat as if it were sandpaper.

You never thought you would reach this level of anger and desolation, not with Kalim.

He's angry too, you've never seen him angry. His expression is serious, almost adult.

By now you are tired of making him think. He has never experienced what the suffering of people like you means. It is not his fault.

Yet you can't forgive him, you can't stop being mad at him.

"I just want to go home! Where all this doesn't exist!"

It's not so true, and you know it. You miss home, so badly. But you could never pretend again that this world doesn't exist.

You don't want to look at him again, partly for your badness, partly for shame.

You turn around and run away, hoping he won't hear your sobs. You don't see how much those words hurt him, all the realization you suddenly threw in him.

Curled up in the most hidden corner of the garden, you know he will come to you. Because Kalim is a good person, really good, and he doesn't want to make people suffer.

He knows that because of him many can suffer, you, Jamil... and he hates himself for not knowing how to protect you from this, even if he could.

Sitting next to you he is silent for a while, letting himself be hurt by your sobs.

"I know ..." he murmurs sadly "But ... I'd miss you so much ..."

Those words increase your sobs, but they push you to untie yourself from your knot and push yourself towards him. By placing your head on his lap, you let yourself be caressed by his sweet hands. He is probably crying too, but both of you have finally come close. Because you know that if you are with him, you are a little bit at home anyway.

Azul Ashengrotto

-It is not difficult for Azul to hurt people, nor is he usually too sorry about it. He has suffered so many wounds that he can no longer empathize.

-If something about you doesn't suit him, he will tell you. Usually, however, he will maintain a gentlemanlike air that will soften his criticisms and make them look like advice.

-But there may be that time he says that extra thing without even looking at you, assuming you will listen to it.

-It will probably not even be a discussion, you will lose the desire to stay in his presence before he understands how seriously you are angry.

-If the Leach twins are there, they will be the first to understand how serious the situation is and they will exchange puzzled looks, hoping that Azul will look up from his documents and look at you before it is too late.

-When Azul also realizes it will be like a bucket of ice water on his head. He can't say how bad you looked to him, but it's too late to fix it.

-He won't lose its composure, but it won't let you go anyway.

"I want to go home away from all this!"

Azul can't stop you while you rush out the door.

He just looks at the door from where you're gone out with a surprised face. He hadn't noticed that you were crying.

Jade looks at him with the worried expression of someone who knows how serious the problem is now.

"Do you want me to bring them back?"

Azul shakes his head, and clearing his throat returns to do his job.

You, locked in your room, you don't know how irritable the Octavinelle leader remains for the rest of the day.

You feel alone and abandoned. An apology would have sufficed, but not even the threat of leaving seemed to scratch his heart.

If you can't count on Azul you know that a void will open inside you that will make you feel even more out of place in that world of magic.

You are about to give in to tiredness and sadness. Now all you want to do is disappear between your sheets, but before you can go to bed someone knocks on your door.

Slowly you go to open it. Azul is in front of you, his expression is serious and composed, but in his hand he holds a small paper bag. From the good scent that comes out you know it's your favorite dessert.

"Can I come in?"

His voice is calm and diplomatic, yet it is softer than usual.

You step aside even if you try to stay hard on him. You are still angry, and he realizes it.

He doesn't know how to behave, you know, you see him as he enters your room.

"I know you want to go home."

His voice resounds after a few minutes in silence.

"But until then, please stand by me, even if I'm just a good-for-nothing octopus."

You know how much those words cost him. You don't know if you'll ever hear them again, but you know they are worth more than a million apologies.

You approach him, and slowly taking the bag he brought and you open it.

"Do we eat it together?"

Leona Kingscholar

-Arguing is tiring, it must be serious for Leona to really engage in it.

-Leona listens to the complaints by puffing, he will answer every now and then but she will drop the whole discussion, yawning and maybe giving you reason.

-If it gets serious and he gets really angry, though, you'll see his animal side. If there is an incomprehension between you two that hurts him, he will struggle to restrain himself.

-He could really say things that can hurt you.

-Leona is used to people who are afraid of him. From an early age he was considered "frightening" because of his power. He never really felt appreciated despite his efforts. If you run away from him he will feel really bad.

You exploded at his last growl.

"You know what ?! I hate this place! I want to go back to my house!"

You threw up those words on him and ran away, giving birth to your tears that fell from your cheeks.

Those words hurt you too. You missed home, it is difficult to be divided between two worlds (which you perhaps love both).

You leave a broken Leona behind. His green eyes stare at the spot where you are gone. The prince's mind is good at digging under the surface more than he wants to believe. Did you just tell him you hate him? What do you want to run away from him?

He is not stupid, he knows that you miss your home, but the malice and pain with which you spoke to him displaced him. Maybe he really went overboard with you this time.

Leona doesn't often feel the urge to do something, yet now he wants to talk to you right away. But he doesn't follow you. You would probably chase him away and it would make him and you feel worse.

He only looks for you later hoping that you have calmed down, but he finds you curled up in the greenhouse, with your face hidden in your knees tight against your chest, crying.

Carefully sit next to you, not too close or too far. He knows you know he's there, and you're not sending him away. Good.

"Do you ... really want to get away from me?"

As if he had stung you with a pin you look at him. You are certain you have not said those words but Leona's surprisingly serious (and sad) gaze stops you for a second.

"I won't stop you if that's what you want ... but ... I ..."

Even if he doesn't want to, you feel the knot in his throat from the crack in his voice that prevents him from completing the sentence. You didn't want to hurt him like that, you didn't want to leave him.

Cautiously you approach him, and silently snuggle against his shoulder.

The prince lets you act, while his tail surrounds you widely and his cheek rests on your head.

"I know you miss home ... but I'm here."

Riddle Rosehearts

-Riddle is a demanding person, you know. He is a good boy, but he can easily throw your mood under your shoes.

-For him everything he says is important, so it is often dangerous to challenge him. When it happens it's because he really hits you.

-Yet he won't understand it. He will support his views in anger without realizing how deeply he is digging inside you.

- A stupid argument can get really heavy with him if you don't give in, and sometimes you know it's okay not to give in.

-Riddle knows he has to improve himself, but only realizes it when he's done the damage. And most of the time he doesn't know how to fix it.

Riddle feels a failure when he sees you running away.

He still hears your last words inside himself: "I want to go back to my house!"

He knows everything they mean. All your pain, and all the pain he causes you.

He sighs heavily, bringing a hand to his face and hiding it against his palm.

"I did it again, didn't I?"

Trey only looks at him sympathetically, without replying. All eyes are on the leader, but he doesn't care.

He swallows that wave of impotence that overwhelms him and straightens himself, parading among the students with a determined step, to look for you.

This is no time to be a capricious child, Riddle. It must find you and support you. This is what a leader must do.

You, sitting on a bench, clasp your arms around yourself, seeking comfort in yourself, as you try to silence the tears.

Again Riddle swallows his anguish and approaches you. He's afraid of your reaction, but still he gives you a tissue to wipe away the tears, because that's how a leader behaves, right? He wants you to trust him. He wants to be responsible for you.

"I know you miss home ... and how difficult it is for you to settle here ..."

He begins with a gentler voice. You are not pushing him away, so he dares to sit next to you. hoping to do the right thing.

"But until ... when you can return to your world let me help you."

He doesn't see you reacting, but he feels that your sobs have stopped, maybe he is on track.

"Can you forgive me?"

Finally your hands move, and with a slight thanks you grab what he gives you, cleaning your face.

Riddle feels relieved, it would have been difficult to lose you.

You look at him, and smiling shyly you nod, sure that you forgive him. How can you not forgive such a lovable boy?

[spnsmile]

"I believe in her."

Cas couldn't take his eyes away from Dean. Even when Sam left, all he could do is stare and when Dean notices, he returns it with intent.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"You don't really believe her, right? Billie?"

"Why the sudden change of mind?" Dean takes a sip of his beer. Castiel looks at him thoughtfully.

"Sam's just... Asking the right question, I mean. What's her end game? What happens if Jack succeeds? What's next...?"

"Ain't it paradise?"

Castiel pauses. He didn't think Dean would remember so continues frowning and watched Dean straighten himself as much as his bowlegs would allow.

"Well, no choice but go with the greater of the two evils, Cas. And right now the guy who's planning the old comedy "wipe out the world" takes the cake."

"Dean, she's Death. As far as I'm concerned if any entity out there wants you dead for good, it's her. You're not worried she could use this opportunity to get you? Like killing two birds with blunt force of one stone... in one very violent throw... Don't laugh, she of all people wants you dead."

Cas swallows hard, the idea cementing in his brain now he's vocal about it.

And Dean just chuckles?

"She could. But if she's using us to get rid of Chuck, then that means wanting me dead also takes the back burner. For now we see eye to eye. Chuck has to go first dibs. If she needs to use us then we gotta hold hands, run up to the sunset and see where she takes us."

"That is highly optimistic view, even for you, Dean. Considering she's been trying to get you killed

"She's death, it's her obsession, Cas. Talking about death." the hunter smirks, making the angel bristle.

"This isn't funny, Dean."

"I know, Cas. You know I get it, okay. But whatever she's got drawn up her blue print, doesn't change the fact that she still gotta line up the queue." Dean shrugs and it's not nonchalance that Castiel sees in his eyes.

It's absolute faith for this cause. One where Dean will be fighting with him until the last battle.

Until his last breath. After that, what?

Castiel closes his eyes.

"I'm saying I don't want you to die." he finally says, all raw emotions out. He feels Dean look his way, know the startled expression is in there without needing to look and hates it.

Why Dean always need to be surprise when someone tells him they don't want him dead never ceases to anger him.

Like Dean believes everyone wants him dead. Then again, considering things he's been through...

"Hey, Cas?"

Castiel engages the man with a look.

And like its not enough that they've been throwing furtive looks at each other in the presence of Sam, the man has the gall to stand and seat in that distracting position where he can fully see the man's lips and thick bowlegs presenting just within his reach while smiling like he know what he's doing.

The way Dean can look so full of affection with green eyes that just flickers expressively towards his direction with long lashes dusting his freckled cheeks. The way he opens his emotions to Castiels without restraint, letting him glimpse the soul so bright in its form he once rebuilt

I want closer

But he stays where he is, even when Dean openly invites him silently to come closer, his eyes expectant and soft and full of love.

Cas remains where he is perched.

Control. He gives it seven seconds count to take over the reel of feelings pulling him to Dean. The same way when Dean's eyes were grateful and bursting and happy, almost singing praises when they reconciled after his solemn prayer. Dean is gazing at him with the same adoration same loving affection overflowing and so full of hope.

So full of love. Something Castiel knows he cannot accept so he ducks his eyes. He knows exactly why the pull is strong this time. It's Dean. Dean's longing.

Dean's prayers.

So loud and intense. It wants him.

It's madness how the tables have turned. Unlike before where the boat is tipping on his side, this time, Dean's the one putting the weight. Dean's the one screaming in silence of his love.

But he can't. Not yet.

He has a mission here otherwise... He thinks of Jack and the mission.

Focus...

But it's too late when he looked up, he only sees Dean smile sadly and nod, before finishing the last whiskey on his glass, the sparks in his eyes dimming.

Dean wipes his chin with the back of his hand, his lips making smacking sound too loud to ignore.

"See you later, Cas." he says quietly, monotone and Castielf, angel that he is feels the swift slap of coldness on his skin. The worst was when Dean turns to go without meeting Castiel's eyes even when the angel has pushed himself off his wall and was waiting, but Dean goes- moves away.

Dean is leaving him and thwe sharp jab on the organ functioning as his heart makes Castiel call Dean back.

"Wait." He finds his hand curling on Dean's elbow, pulling him back.

"Dean." he hesitates, unable to pluck up the courage to say in fear that he might say too much. But ever as it happens, it's Dean who easrs him out of his misery with a simple flicker on his eyes and careful smile.om his lips. Castiel relaxes. Dean is still looking deeply in his eyes. "I want some."

"Want something from me?" Dean licks his lips, then raises both eyebrows when Cas eyes empty glass he's holding. "Oh." and Dean laughs in embarassment for some reason, the flush color on his cheeks gives Cas a wonderful view of his tanning freckles.

"Wanna drink with me?"

"Yeah, so bad, I'm thirsty for you."

Dean is in love with him and the hunter isn't even trying to hide it anymore. These are the thoughts that played across Castiel's mind as he sit with Dean in the library, listening to Deam praise him, Dean giving him all his attention and Dean being just too endearing.

Tried as he might not to fall for it like when Dean was praying to him in Purgatory, Castiel can't help gazing back with the same contentment and joy. Overflowing happiness of just sitting here, talking and talking like they haven't spoken to each other in years.

And the best part?

Dean's smiling unbiddenly with eyes just taking in Castiel. He sees the way Dean catches him smile, the way Dean's cheeks blushes. Castiel was glad there was a table between them or he was afraid what his instincts might do on impulse with Dean being like that.

He wants to kiss him. Instead, grabs his glasses without really drinking. He just listens to Dean's voice. Listen to Dean talk to him and it reminds suddenly of his fear of losing everything.

He realizes there's too little time to be with Dean so he memorizes everything. He memorizes a lot, even the exact moment Dean throws that wonderful look and raises a glass in his direction.

Cas' heart leaps in the air and he too is smiling and loving Dean so much, the only pull back to his heart when they toasted is the fact he can't tell Dean.

He wouldn't think about it for now. He too has faith in his choice and that is Jack. He is choosing Jack. Jack who is the answer to Castiel's crumbling faith whenever he thinks of the number of ways he can lose Dean.

"Hey."

Castiel looks up. He didn't notice Dean already standing in front of him. The angel blinks.

"What?"

"I was just telling Jody good night. She just called, asking how everybody is... And i told her I'm a very good kid today. She told me I'm drunk." Dean pouts.

"You want me to detoxify you?" Castiel tilts his head inquiringly. Dean stares with heavy eyes.

"Yeah, may need to drive."

"Where are you going?" Castiel frowns, a hand already raised. Dean blinks then slowly levels his eyes on the angel sitting in the chair.

"Somewhere. I feel happy, you see... But sad too... So I already spent my happy here with you. Time to go crush the bad. So driving."

"Why are you sad?" he cups Dean's face in alarm, his little world on his hand. So he wasn't mistaken. Behind Dean's eyes...

"It's okay..." Dean smiles, "Everyone's a little sad inside."

"Why?" he insists.

A long pause. Dean blinks slowly.

"Can't be together, you and I... So i gotta... Uh... Have to deal the sad without you...if we can't be together..."

"But we're together here."

Dean shakes his head. "I'm choosing. So are you. In the end we're gonna... I'm gonna have to deal with myself alone. There's no you out there. I have to prepare."

"Dean, what the hell are you talking about?" he hears him but he cannot understand him. Dean kneels in front of him all of a sudden, both hands taking Castiel's hands and clasping them with his own. The look Dean gives him after that is pure and honest, like souls bursting of its true form.

"I'm saying I understand why you can't... We can't. I understand it's the world or us... And that's not even a choice. I'm saying I understand you're the only angel who can save the world. So i want you to do it without holding back. Without thinking about whether I live or die. I want you to do that, Cas."

Castiel gasps. He sees no doubt in Dean's eyes. Watches as Dean brings his hand to his lips gently.

"Me dying doesn't compare to the world, Cas. So dont worry about me or Billie or whatever hell. You got your hands full, I got mine. So... i gotta drive."

Castiel sighs, then kisses Dean on the forehead. Clarity returns in the green eyes that blinks at him in surprise. Then Castiel stands up, nearly knocking Dean on his feet.

"I'm going with you."

"No, Cas. This is not the point-"

"I don't understand the point alright. I don't." Castiel grabs Dean's collar, sharp eyes full of meaning. "Don't make me understand why after everything... why after everything I've done, I'm still not going to be allowed to stay with you. I won't understand. And if this universe insists that? They're going to have to make a different bargain because I want you at the end of the road, Dean. It's you I think about when I think of win. And when that happens, I'll tell you loud and clear. I'll tell you what you already know. What I can't tell you now. I will. And it's not goodbye. So hold on to me. I will always find you. Do you believe me?"

It takes one smile from Dean and their foreheads pressing together.

"I believe you, Cas." ✨