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Angel. Human. Fallen. Meta. God. Leviathan. Psychical clinic patient. Rabid. Devil. Empty
Cas + Season 4
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   âNo. You canât. Bringing you to Hell would be like dangling veal on a stick in front of hungry dogsâ and as much as I can control my black-eyed boys, thereâd be drool everywhere.â But it is a tempting thought. Heâs already thinking of the perfect cage to put the little cherub in.Â
Maybe next time.
   âYou seem to forget Iâve places all over the world that arenât directly connected to eternal damnation.â Places with room service, even.
Itâs not so much the demons heâs concerned about, as itâs the hellhounds. In high numbers, they presented a considerable problem when his garrison laid siege to Hell. And that was back when he had all his grace (back when his wings still worked).
âIs any of those places near your motherâs hideout?â
No offense to Crowleyâs expensive tastes, but Castiel would rather not stay in this small, vulnerable form any longer than what's strictly necessary.
Favorite character meme âł 4 / 7 scenes
Lucifer: Castiel? What was that?
Castiel: Uh... That was Crowley in the trunk.
Chuck: Crowley who?
Castiel: My romantic rival Crowley. He's tied up in the trunk. I'm doing as you said, Lucifer. I plan to gut him like a tandoori fish, then dump his carcass on Dean's doorstep.
Lucifer: [to Chuck] I did not tell him to do that. Absolutely not. It got lost in translation.
Lucifer: Cassie, this is no way to win Dean's heart!
Lucifer: [whispers] I'm so proud of you.
Lucifer: Drop Crowley off, safe and gentle-like.
Lucifer: [whispers] Kill him.
Lucifer: And then, win Dean the old fashioned way: with your boyish charm.
Lucifer: [whispers] Kidnap him.
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Feel a little nervous posting this. I do have a bunch of little spn comic vignettes in my head that I would like to do just to pass the time before the premiereâŠmaybekindasorta? SoâŠyeah.
the long-awaited destiel tweet meme
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   castielâs appreciation rests uncomfortably on houseâs mind. he shouldnât waste his breath. without the stolen files to substantiate his claims, the doctor would have kept to himself. one of houseâs shoulders bounces for his earlobe, dismissive. â you wouldâve stunk up the place. âs too cold to open the windows. â
   he sidles through the tapered valley between his couch and coffee table, leaning forward casually once within armâs reach of the armrest to grasp. leather creaks beneath his single - handed grasp. the cant of his head bars castiel from the whole of his face, that shadow of pain writhing against each seam til narrowed into a microexpression of discomfort a betrayal against himself; no faster or slower than a secondâs time, it passes. house slumps gracelessly onto his end of the cushions.
   â eat up. itâll help with your blood sugar, â as if replenishing his glucose will repair the rest of the damage murkoffâs stupidity inflicted onto him. as if anything is that simple. he sinks deeper into his seat. â howâs the arm doing? â
Castiel watches his host with curious eyes, takes in the pained way in which he moves. The sort of constant agony thatâs become part of the routine. Many of the patients were like that â with mangled limbs, and roughly stitched up faces, infected wounds that the staff were no longer alive to tend to.
If he were ever healed, Castiel wonders, would House still walk expecting pain with every step?
âItâs fine,â He shrugs, looks down at his neatly bandaged arm, tries to close his hand into a fist. Stiff joints resist the attempt, and Castiel shakes his head, âI barely feel it anymore.â
Blue eyes drift back towards the other man, linger on that leg that gives him so much trouble.
âWho hurt your leg?â
You canât win, Uriel. I still serve God.
Begonias:Â Individuality and standing out from the crowd.
Castiel Graphics Challenge | galaxystiel âł Prompt: Begonia