brightfallenstars:

_{“Dean, I can’t feel my wings anymore.”
“It’s gonna be okay. I’m here. I got you.”}

(via snarkustotallus)

dingobait:

The road is quiet, the ice is thick, and Cas has never had the chance to Ice-skate.

Sam’s skates don’t even really fit Sam, but Deans’ are close enough to the Angels’ size to make do. With a few quick knots that would put MacGyver to shame (and that his brother is going to kill him for), Dean manages to get the sasquatches sized shoes to stay on his feet and then they’re off.

One fumbled hesitant step behind a familiar glide and shift of weight.

Cas looks like a foal on stiff unsteady legs, arms out, face pale as the fresh foot of snow that fell across the state last night. His eyes are growing wider and wider as his mouth presses itself into a tight bloodless line.

“Are you sure this is ‘fun’” he asks, eyes locked on his feet, and Dean grins, circling him, feet tracing neat lines into the ice’s crust as he skips backwards about the man who slides one foot slowly forward.

Dean’s darting in before Cas even realizes he’s lost his balance; feet too far forward, weight too far back, arms pin wheeling madly just as he skids behind him, ice splattering against the back of Cas’ legs. His hands are firm about Cas’ waist, bracing and reassuring as the man pants, shaking. He pulls Cas close, coaxing him upright and he can see his pulse fluttering visibly at his neck, skin flushed and dotted with sweat and a stripe stubble he’d missed while shaving.

Dean smiles, the expression hidden and tender behind Cas’ back,
“Yeah Cas, I promise.”

Castiel nods frantically, swallowing, cold fingertips anchoring themselves about Deans’ hands.

There are a lot of things Cas hasn’t had the chance to do, and Dean’s determined to change that. The Angel’s grip tightens about Deans’ hand as he takes another step forward, wobbling on the thin blade, little fragile bones cracking under the force of Cas’ nerves, but Dean doesn’t really mind.

He won’t let Cas fall.

Not again at least.

“Father, am I doing the right thing? Am I on the right path? Give me a sign. I’m afraid of what I’m becoming.”

(via wwincest-deactivated20130309)

… in loving you with my whole heart.

(via hagrid-hudson-iroh-wilfred-bobby)

 a list of rules, established as I go

(taken from this beautiful poem)

(via thesixtysevenchevyimpala)

spookifer:

“I prayed to you, Cas. Every night!”

#CAN YOU IMAGINE CASTIEL LISTENING TO THOSE PRAYERS LISTENING TO DEAN POUR OUT HIS HEART AND SOUL TO CAS VIA PRAYER #THIS DUDE WHO DOESNT PRAY WHO DIDNT EVEN BELIEVE IN GOD/ANGELS/WHATEVER UNTIL HE WAS THRUST INTO THE WHOLE HEAVEN APOCALYPSE SITUATION #AND CAS IS THE ONE HE PRAYS TO #AND CAS IS ALWAYS THE ONE HE PRAYS TO #AND CAS WILL ALWAYS /BE/ THE ONE DEAN PRAYS TO #AND CAS HAS TO LISTEN THAT #even when there’s nothing he can do #HE HAS TO LISTEN TO DEAN’S PAIN #MAYBE IT’S NOT EVEN PURPOSELY #MAYBE DEAN THINKS OF CASTIEL WHEN HE’S IN A DARK PLACE AND CAS IS LISTENING #BUT IN PURGATORY HE DIDN’T KNOW IF CAS WAS LISTENING #OR IF HE WAS HE DIDNT CARE #BUT DAMMIT CAS ALWAYS CARES!! #HE CARES SO MUCH DONT YOU GET IT HE HAS THE BIGGEST HEART #THATS HIS DOWNFALL #DEAN WINCHESTER IS HIS DOWNFALL AND PURGATORY IS WHERE THIS WEAKNESS PLAYS A BIG PART IN CAS’ CHARACTER

(via wingsicle)

(via dontbealone-doctor)

mishminion:

but why would you

(via sunlightinthemorning-deactivate)

helioscentrifuge:

i love banannaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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(via sunlightinthemorning-deactivate)