*-* Beautiful Dean/Jensen
fairywine answered: Little Cas and Dean together, with babysitter!Sam? PLEASE MAKE THIS HAPPEN!
“GIMME BACK MY ANGEL!!!!!”
“Dean, Cas isn’t a commodity! And you can have him back when you—OW, STOP THAT!!!!”
Awhh… Cas’s face ^-^ He’s so adorable wiff the leetle wingss
Cas is so tired of his brothers constant torment, his voice, his presence. He almost wishes he could experience sleep, not that Lucifer would ever allow him such a pleasure.
Lucifer sits on the bed behind Cas who never really moves from the spot he sits in, the woman in the next room is convinced he’s just a manikin the doctor dressed as a patient. He baffles the staff, food remaining untouched, hardly ever speaking, and just staring at the door where he had stood, and where he left him.
“He’s never coming back for you.” Lucifer smirks. Cas moves his head a fraction but stops, he was going to answer him, but he doesn’t. “He’s abandoned you, brother. I’m all you have.”
“He kept my coat.” Cas says aloud, not to Lucifer, just says it aloud. As if deifying everything Dean has said, what he did, and what Lucifer keeps repeating. For whatever reason, Dean had kept his coat. Before they had taken it away from him, he had laid wearing it over his hospital gown, ignoring his brother. It smelt of Dean. He wishes he could have it back.
“He can never love you, Brother. Not as you do him.”
“I don’t need him to love me.”
“Oh, but that’s not what bothers you, is it? What if Dean Winchester doesn’t need you? He did fine without you while you played human, didn’t he?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“We both know that’s a lie… You hate that Dean Winchester doesn’t need your help. He doesn’t need you…. And he doesn’t need your love. And that brother, is what breaks your foolish heart.”
Cas can’t answer him, he just lets hot tears well in his eyes and roll down his cheeks as Lucifer’s laughter echoes around him.
Cas still watches the door, repeating again and again; “He kept my coat.”
I’m sorry. I have a lot of feels ;___________;
oh my god. accurate.
Dirty Thursday, for Alexe.
I could have practised with my tablet by doing something constructive… instead, here’s a provocative Castiel in a bright blue jock strap with a hint of Dean… ^_^’
For my friend josh. I’m not sure who drew this but there is a name on the image so crediting them.
My heart is so happy. So is my penis.
‘nother - i don’t know who it is by though =(
This makes me so Happy.
Castiel: You got what you asked for, Dean. No Paradise. No Hell. Just more of the same. I mean it, Dean. What would you rather have? Peace or freedom?
Cas is obviously reciting Song of Solomon. “Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine…. thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee…. a bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts…. my beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies….”