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"Hello there," Dean said with a seductive smile, "I heard you have a sonic screwdriver."

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Your muses sends mine a flower based on our relationship. Which is it?

Pink rose: friendship

Red rose: love

White rose: purity (nature of relationship, not the type)

Sunflower: adoration

Purple tulip: loyalty

Yellow tulip: hopelessly in love

Pansy: loving thoughts

Daisy: innocence (nature of relationship, not the type)

Lavender: distrust

Yellow chrysanthemum: secret admirer

Iris: inspiration

Red tulip: declaration of love

Anemone: refusal of abandonment and forsaken

Candytuft: indifference

Orange lily: hatred and disdain

Petunia: anger and resentment

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"Cas?" Dean chocked out at the sight of his best friend coughing out blood.

Castiel never imagined that this was the way he would die, even though he knew that his vessel would get old and kill him if he didn’t find a new vessel. But since he promised Jimmy years ago that he would take care of Jimmy’s body, he didn’t have a heart to abandon this vessel, so he paid the price and started digging his own grave.

He didn’t think it would happen this soon though, he just sorted things out with Dean and Sam, and now he was dying a painful death.

After a few hours of constantly holding back his coughs, he figured that it would be better to just let it all out. So he let it all out. He was lying on the bed coughing up blood over and over and over again and his entire body was aching. It was almost time for him to leave.

"I-I’m sorry, D-Dean."

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"I promise," Dean sobbed. Dean clutched Cas’s jacket. It hurt so much to hear how weak Castiel sounded right now. An Angel of the Lord who raised him out of hell, who saved him from saying ‘yes’ at a time of hopelessness, and saved him from himself. Dean could feel Cas’s heartbeat slowing. Though Dean was not dying, he could feel something inside of him dying out along with Cas. "I love you," Dean said in a soft, broken whisper.

Castiel had been debating with himself for hours now and he finally came up with a decision. Dean had to shoot him. He couldn’t stand the pain anymore, he didn’t want to die a painful death. So Castiel opened the drawer, pulled out the gun, loaded it and gave it to Dean. Tears were running down Castiel’s cheeks by now, but he didn’t look at Dean. “S-Shoot m-me,” he stuttered and swallowed hard. “D-Don’t t-tell me n-no, D-Dean, just d-do i-it.”

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Dean's eyes widened as Cas handed him the gun. The word 'no' almost went past his lips until he saw the state Castiel was in. Blood was caked all over him, his eyes were filled with pain as he took in painful gulps of air, and his brilliant blue eyes were dull. Dean felt cold. After a moment of hesitation, Dean raised the gun to Cas's forehead. "Goodnight sweetheart," Dean said in a quiet voice as he pulled the trigger. The noise rang throughout the base and then there was a cold silence that swept into the room. Dean stared at the body of his friend and lover. The pain he felt was worse than the time he was in hell being tortured, worse than the times he has lost Sam, and worse than the time he has been betrayed by people he loved. The broken hunted reloaded the gun and pointed the gun at his head. "I loved you." And then another gunfire was shot.

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No words.

oh--winchester-deactivated20140

"Cas?" Dean chocked out at the sight of his best friend coughing out blood.

Castiel never imagined that this was the way he would die, even though he knew that his vessel would get old and kill him if he didn’t find a new vessel. But since he promised Jimmy years ago that he would take care of Jimmy’s body, he didn’t have a heart to abandon this vessel, so he paid the price and started digging his own grave.

He didn’t think it would happen this soon though, he just sorted things out with Dean and Sam, and now he was dying a painful death.

After a few hours of constantly holding back his coughs, he figured that it would be better to just let it all out. So he let it all out. He was lying on the bed coughing up blood over and over and over again and his entire body was aching. It was almost time for him to leave.

"I-I’m sorry, D-Dean."

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Dean felt the tears flow down his face. It never occurred to him that Cas can die like this. He had so many things to tell Cas. How much he loved him, that he wasn’t angry at him, that he forgives him…. "Oh my God," Dean rushed towards Cas, "What should I do?" The worry began to turn into a blind panic. Dean looked around the room desperately, but he found nothing. He has never felt this hopeless before in his life. With a chocked sob, Dean slowly climbed into the bed, not caring about the blood that he was laying on. The hunter wrapped his arms around the dying angel and cried. "I’m sorry Cas," Dean buried his face into Cas’s chest, "I’m so so sorry."

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Castiel didn’t want Dean to see him like this, but it felt wonderful to have Dean there with him, and it was going to feel good to know that he had Dean by his side once he was dead. He whimpered a little bit as the mattress shifted and he coughed up some more blood and made some sort of strangled noise when he swallowed some of the blood again. “D-Don’t s-say that, D-Dean,” he choked out and coughed again, he could already feel that his time was soon to end. “D-Don’t you d-dare.”

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Dean flinched at the sound of Cas’s chocked, wet coughs. He could feel Cas’s blood trickle down his hair and on his clothes. But he didn’t care. Dean nuzzled his face into Cas’s chest and didn’t look up. He did not dare look up. Dean would not be able to bear seeing Cas’s face right now. "Cas?" Dean swallowed at the lump in his throat, "I’m going to miss you man." Re-newed tears formed in Dean’s eyes. A life without Cas was hard to even fathom.

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Castiel swallowed hard after his coughing fit ended and he closed his eyes for a moment when Dean nuzzled against his chest and he could feel his already damp shirt getting more damp because of Dean’s tears. “I-I’m gonna m-miss y-you t-too,” he stuttered and coughed more violently this time. He was almost certain that he would die pretty soon, and in the arms of Dean Winchester. “P-Promise to b-bury m-me, D-Dean,” he choked out after his violent coughing fit and swallowed hard.

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"I promise," Dean sobbed. Dean clutched Cas's jacket. It hurt so much to hear how weak Castiel sounded right now. An Angel of the Lord who raised him out of hell, who saved him from saying 'yes' at a time of hopelessness, and saved him from himself. Dean could feel Cas's heartbeat slowing. Though Dean was not dying, he could feel something inside of him dying out along with Cas. "I love you," Dean said in a soft, broken whisper.

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Send a ✦ if you'd date the muse, Send a ✧ if you'd date the mun

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I WILL GET NONEEEEE

galaxy-flowers

I won’t get any, just watch. Nor will roses.

askjackfloweranddarkmist-deacti

Watch me get negative.

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YO! SEXY PEOPLE GIMME SOMETHING!

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fezman92

NO! WHY DID YOU MAKE THIS?! GO TO YOUR ROOM!

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WHYYYY??? SOBBING

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"Cas?" Dean chocked out at the sight of his best friend coughing out blood.

Castiel never imagined that this was the way he would die, even though he knew that his vessel would get old and kill him if he didn’t find a new vessel. But since he promised Jimmy years ago that he would take care of Jimmy’s body, he didn’t have a heart to abandon this vessel, so he paid the price and started digging his own grave.

He didn’t think it would happen this soon though, he just sorted things out with Dean and Sam, and now he was dying a painful death.

After a few hours of constantly holding back his coughs, he figured that it would be better to just let it all out. So he let it all out. He was lying on the bed coughing up blood over and over and over again and his entire body was aching. It was almost time for him to leave.

"I-I’m sorry, D-Dean."

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Dean felt the tears flow down his face. It never occurred to him that Cas can die like this. He had so many things to tell Cas. How much he loved him, that he wasn’t angry at him, that he forgives him…. "Oh my God," Dean rushed towards Cas, "What should I do?" The worry began to turn into a blind panic. Dean looked around the room desperately, but he found nothing. He has never felt this hopeless before in his life. With a chocked sob, Dean slowly climbed into the bed, not caring about the blood that he was laying on. The hunter wrapped his arms around the dying angel and cried. "I’m sorry Cas," Dean buried his face into Cas’s chest, "I’m so so sorry."

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Castiel didn’t want Dean to see him like this, but it felt wonderful to have Dean there with him, and it was going to feel good to know that he had Dean by his side once he was dead. He whimpered a little bit as the mattress shifted and he coughed up some more blood and made some sort of strangled noise when he swallowed some of the blood again. “D-Don’t s-say that, D-Dean,” he choked out and coughed again, he could already feel that his time was soon to end. “D-Don’t you d-dare.”

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Dean flinched at the sound of Cas's chocked, wet coughs. He could feel Cas's blood trickle down his hair and on his clothes. But he didn't care. Dean nuzzled his face into Cas's chest and didn't look up. He did not dare look up. Dean would not be able to bear seeing Cas's face right now. "Cas?" Dean swallowed at the lump in his throat, "I'm going to miss you man." Re-newed tears formed in Dean's eyes. A life without Cas was hard to even fathom.

M!A Reverse: Muse's personality will be extremely opposite for 2 days

((Well this should be fun))

Old Muse: Role Play, for one day, a character you have Role Played before. (If this if your first muse, then you may deny the M!A.)

Artificial Heart: The muse no longer feels emotions- no pain, no anger, no rage. They simply become an apathetic shell. Can be broken early if something strong enough manages to break their "emotional inhibitor."

Unknown Muse: Role Play, for one day, a character you know absolutely nothing about. (You may research a bit of your character before beginning.)

Silver and Cold: The world just isn't the same, is it? It's so cruel and grey, there just isn't any point anymore... Muse is now suicidal for six hours.

I'm Melting!: Muse cannot stop bleeding from the mouth, nose, or eyes (anon's choice). Muse cannot pass out from blood loss.

Frozen to the Core: Muse becomes extremely cold natured and seeks any form of warmth.

Jack the Ripper: Muse has been attacked by something that obviously has no sense of mercy. They are beaten, bloody, and left for dead someplace abandoned. Lasts until someone comes to the rescue... Or finishes the job.

Just Shut Up!: Muse hears voices in their head. Anon can pick whose voice it is.

Lights: Turn the lights on! Your muse has a sudden addiction to lights. All lights are beautiful. Must look at lights. Lasts a full week.

Bikinis and Big Booties Y'all: Whoo! For one entire night, your muse suddenly wants to get drunk and party.

Overprotective: Muse becomes obsessive of the person Anon chooses.

Afraid of Your Own Shadow: Muse is unnaturally skittish and afraid of everything around them for 24 hours.

Age: Muse will be a Kid for 10 Hours

Chibi: Stuck as a chibi- adorable, but only 2'4'' in height...

Dreams: Muse is able to trespass in the dreams and nightmares of others for 48 hours.

Power: Muse gains _______ (Anon specifies) as a power for 17 hours.

Pretty Please: My Character must grant favours of anyone who asks. So long as they say please. (Anon decides duration)

Reverse: Muse's personality will be extremely opposite for (Anon decides)

S-S-Stop!: Muse develops a bad stutter for 24 hours.

What Are You, Chicken?: Muse gets the chicken pox. Anon decides if there are any magical side effects for 24 hours.

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"Cas?" Dean chocked out at the sight of his best friend coughing out blood.

Castiel never imagined that this was the way he would die, even though he knew that his vessel would get old and kill him if he didn’t find a new vessel. But since he promised Jimmy years ago that he would take care of Jimmy’s body, he didn’t have a heart to abandon this vessel, so he paid the price and started digging his own grave.

He didn’t think it would happen this soon though, he just sorted things out with Dean and Sam, and now he was dying a painful death.

After a few hours of constantly holding back his coughs, he figured that it would be better to just let it all out. So he let it all out. He was lying on the bed coughing up blood over and over and over again and his entire body was aching. It was almost time for him to leave.

"I-I’m sorry, D-Dean."

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Dean felt the tears flow down his face. It never occurred to him that Cas can die like this. He had so many things to tell Cas. How much he loved him, that he wasn't angry at him, that he forgives him.... "Oh my God," Dean rushed towards Cas, "What should I do?" The worry began to turn into a blind panic. Dean looked around the room desperately, but he found nothing. He has never felt this hopeless before in his life. With a chocked sob, Dean slowly climbed into the bed, not caring about the blood that he was laying on. The hunter wrapped his arms around the dying angel and cried. "I'm sorry Cas," Dean buried his face into Cas's chest, "I'm so so sorry."