SEMI-HIATUS ON WEEKDAYSCurrentlyWatching: Supernatural Season 9Reading: FangirlWriting: giveaway prompts/Blind!Cas/Road Trip Fic/etc.
shhhh just imagine cas sitting down on the same side of a booth as dean and dean just casually putting his arm around cas’s shoulders and hooking their ankles together like it’s nothing (◡‿◡✿)
Dean can’t tell Cas he loves him.
He can’t tell Cas he misses him like a phantom limb. He can’t tell Cas he just wants him around everywhere, all the time. Wants to look up and catch his eye in the rearview mirror of the car, wants to sit beside him in the kitchen and make him burgers, wants to put an extra pillow on his bed and sleep all tangled up with him.
He can’t tell him that he sees him everywhere; random dudes with dark hair and blue eyes, a flash of tan coat, another dumb lowriding ‘78 Lincoln.
He’s not brave enough. Just a drunken coward too scared to tell his best friend that he loves him, to ask him to stick around. He can’t do it because it’s too damn big, too damn painful. Too impossible. Words aren’t his thing and occasionally he practices his little speech in the mirror but sounds like a moron because the words get mixed up in his mouth and come out wrong so he gives up and drinks a fifth of Jack and keeps his cell phone far far away on the other side of the room.
But one day, he feels brave. One day, he picks up his phone and opens a blank message and puts in Cas’s number and writes, “Will you come home now?” and sends it before he can stop himself.
The reply comes back not sixty seconds later and he smiles and his eyes crinkle when he reads: “Yes.”
"The most important things are the hardest to say because words diminish them."
- Stephen King
Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #51
"There’s a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begin."— Mitch Albom, For One More Day
"Oh darling, don't be bitter. It's the first instinct of the weak."
for tired souls and sleepy hearts; listen
Wiccan!Cas and Dean celebrating a midsummer sabbat with their daughter.
Amoeba started talking to me about this idea and and it all went downhill from there. While I do personally practice wicca from time to time, I am in no way an expert, and have not researched sabbats fully enough to say that there will be no inaccuracies. Any mistakes are my own, and I’m sorry if I have made some!
✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* ☽O☾ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
It’s always the dawn chorus that wakes Castiel;
A girl in my Sociology class turns around during a class activity on goals to start a conversation with me. Her opening line is: ‘I want to get married.’ I nod and smile. She does not ask me my goals, just continues telling me the sort of guy she’d like to be with and how many kids she’d like. Thoughtfully, she adds, ‘My mom told me to meet someone and marry them. You don’t wanna date around because you wanna be fresh for the guy and not a….you know what.’
My cousin’s Facebook ‘About Me’ lists things she would like in a man. There is nothing about her or the things she does, only qualities she finds attractive. ‘Looking for someone who can play the guitar and cook a great dinner,’ she wrote. I can hear her bubbly, singsong voice while reading it. She is thirteen years old and has told me that girls ‘oughta only kiss their husbands and that’s it.’ When I ask her what she wants to be when she’s older she says, ‘Married.’
My male friend tells me that he has no problem with what girls do, but that he would not date a girl who’s ‘been around’ because she’d be ‘dirty.’ I wonder if each time someone touches you, a part of you is soiled. If there are piles of dirt in the spaces where others’ fingers once rested. In the shower, I try to scrub the smell of dirt from myself, but come out, still polluted, with red scratch marks all over me.
Being a ‘you know what’ taught me some things: that I do not want to be touched by somebody who will judge my past anyway. That I am not a tally book, with others’ names burned into me. If you have to label me as something, let it be a human being."
♰ And I feel I'm heading down...