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Okay guys. Here’s what is gonna happen. I’m gonna be going through here and seeing what all I wanna move over to my Dean blog and what’s getting dropped. I think a clean slate is needed right now. If you wanna keep our thread send me an im on here or discord and let me know and we can continue them.
"I'm so sorry I let this happen to you."
Dean winced as he grabbed for the stab wound. Cas’ grace was too low. He couldn’t heal Dean, and when Dean managed to get in the way of Lucifer when he went to stab Cas, he got him instead. Lying on the ground he coughed out some blood, looking up at the angel as he spoke. Dean forced out a weak SMILE. ❝ It’s okay Cas. This is what’s best. You need to keep living. You’re more important. ❞
// @blueeyestrenchcoat
blueeyestrenchcoat:
The drive back was terrible. Castiel was used to feeling Dean at all times. They had been connected since Cas had pulled Dean out of Hell. Not enough that Cas ever read Dean’s thoughts, but enough that Dean was just a constant presence in the back of his mind. But now, there was nothing. The space that had previously been filled by Dean’s mind was empty. A void.
He was barely aware of what was going on when they got back to the Bunker. He nodded at Sam’s words, watching him leave. He stared down at Dean for a few minutes, then crawled into the bed, curling up against Dean’s side. He rested his head on Dean’s chest, letting himself go again, letting himself sob onto Dean’s chest.
Save for the crying the bunker was quiet. But little did they know that something else was at work there. That life was being built. Chuck had heard the cries of Castiel, and though he never APPEARED, he was busy at work to bring Dean back. There was little he could do, Dean was dead...But he could give Dean a second chance at life. It may not have been the life he used to have, but it was still LIFE.
Dean's soul was transformed, turned into something else, turned into grace. The celestial energy built up inside Dean, going from a soft glow to a bright, powerful light. Without warning it burst from him, shattering every light in the bunker in an instant. There was a moment of silence, of stillness before Dean's eyes opened to reveal glowing blue orbs. When they turned back to his normal green eyes, Dean sat up confused. Where was he? What happened?
"I'm so sorry I let this happen to you."
Dean winced as he grabbed for the stab wound. Cas’ grace was too low. He couldn’t heal Dean, and when Dean managed to get in the way of Lucifer when he went to stab Cas, he got him instead. Lying on the ground he coughed out some blood, looking up at the angel as he spoke. Dean forced out a weak SMILE. ❝ It’s okay Cas. This is what’s best. You need to keep living. You’re more important. ❞
// @blueeyestrenchcoat
blueeyestrenchcoat:
Cas sniffed, then shook himself. He reached out to wrap an around around Sam, trying to offer some semblance of comfort. He knew he wouldn’t be able to do a lot for him, knew that there was nothing Sam could have done to make him feel better, but he would at least remind Sam that he still had Cas. Cas led the way to the impala, opening up the door to the back seat, getting out a blanket they kept back there. If Dean was going to be in the car, Cas would do whatever he could to make it look like he was only sleeping.
The drive home was the hardest thing Sam ever had to do. Dean looked so PEACEFUL like he was just sleeping or something. Sam didn't talk, he didn't do anything besides periodically check through the mirror at his brother, like he was making sure he was still asleep. Sam hid in his state of denial, making sure to drive carefully so Dean wouldn't kill him later. Deep down though...Sam went over what would need to happen. They were gonna need to burn his body soon, they weren't gonna have too much time to waste once they go back home. The home that wasn't gonna feel like home no matter how much Sam tried.
Sam was the one to carry Dean into the bunker, going for his room. Dean was probably EXHAUSTED. He set him down on the bed after wiping the blood off of him the best he could. Standing over the dead body Sam let out a shakey sigh. ❝ I um...I need a minute. Watch over him Cas? ❞ Sam looked at the angel for a moment before leaving for the bathroom. Standing in the scolding water he felt his body breaking apart, the tears freely mixing in with the water as he fell to his knees.
I was trying to avoid doing this...But my tags are all sorts of messed up, and I’m feeling the need to move Sam and Dean to their own blogs. So today that’s what I will be working on. I’m gonna be working on that today, and moving everything over...So sit tight guys...And thanks for your patience.
Was gonna work on replies tonight but that didn’t happen. My sunburn is causing me not to feel well. My son leaves for Utah with his Grandmother tomorrow, I’m going to miss him soooo much but...I need this week off. So I’ll get to replies tomorrow night as well as asks. I’ll be on im and discord. Night!
So im thinking about putting Sam on his own blog. He seems to be getting overshadowed by Dean on this blog, thoughts?
Closed |ofxrighteousness|
JESS:
“K-Kay.” Jess breathed, driving a few more miles before parking and heading inside. After ordering some fries and a coke, the blonde let out a sigh of relief as she saw the impala outside and stood up to greet the eldest Winchester as he walked in, “Dean.”
It didn't take Dean long to get to the diner. A couple hours and he was there. He saw the truck and Jess sitting in the diner and sighed in relief. Good, she was here and safe. And he wasn't letting her leave his SIGHT until they found Sam. He climbed out of the car and entered the diner, making a bee line for the booth she was sitting in. ❝ You need to get that to go. We aren't staying for long. ❞ He pulled out some bills and started laying them out on the table. The waitress came by and he stopped her. ❝ We need a box for the food please. ❞ She looked at him confused but nodded. Dean sat down looking at Jess. ❝ We're gonna get in the car, drive till we're out of the state and get a place to stay. I'll keep tracking down Sam from somewhere NOT the bunker till I know what happened. ❞
CASTIEL:
Castiel could sense that immense inner turmoil Dean was going through, and the way he had to force himself not to fight back was more satisfying than he could’ve ever hoped for. “ Fierce little maggot, aren’t you? ” his absentminded words faded into a whisper when the other kneeled in front of him. Blue eyes narrowed, unblinkingly staring back at Dean. “ For now. I’d suggest you to change that tone, unless you prefer getting few limbs torn off. I have been merciless enough to you. ”
Dean remembered a time when he actually liked looking into those blue eyes. When he looked forward to it. Now when he looked into them...All he saw was the shell of the man he loved. Something else in there taking over. It scared him to say the least. Dean looked down, not ready to look into those empty eyes again. Then he spoke, his words STABBING into his deepest part of himself. He sighed and shook his head. ❝ Cas when have you ever known me to be anything but a challenge. ❞ He finally looked at the angel, a look of DEFIANCE still there in his green orbs. ❝ Always did have authority issues. ❞
Dean?! || Closed
BEN:
“She uh… she kinda thinks I’m on a road trip with some friends before I go to college in the fall. But uh… that’s not really what’s happening at all…” Ben grimaces. “I’m kinda… uh… hunting?”
Dean didn't like this. He didn't like it one bit. He knew the second he found out he was lying about traveling with friends that he should pick up the phone and call Lisa, let her know what was up. Lisa DIDN'T want him in the life and frankly...Neither did Dean. Dean wanted Ben to grow up a normal life, date some girls, go to school. Maybe even get married one day. The life that he could never have because of this life. Because it tainted his view on the world.
❝ Ben listen. I'm not gonna call your mom. But I'm not gonna sit here and not tell you that she deserves to know. ❞ He sighed and shook his head, Man he sucked at this whole parent talk thing. ❝ I mean don't you think she's gonna flip when she finds out and you didn't tell her? ❞ It wasn't like she wouldn't find out. Lisa was a MASTER at picking out a lie.
Good Boy | closed
CASTIEL:
Cas smiled, kissing Dean’s temple. “I know, De. I know. But don’t worry. I’m going to take such good care of you tonight. That’s what good boys deserve.” He carefully rearranged Dean so the man was lying on his back, using a pillow to angle his shoulders so he wasn’t lying directly on his bound arms. “I’m going to bind your legs, okay? Be good and be still while I work or the ropes will be too tight.”
He caressed Dean’s thigh lovingly before picking up a length of soft rope. It wasn’t as soft as rope specifically made for bondage play, but it was softer than most rope. Cas knew that Dean liked it to be a little rough, so he could feel it better when he moved. He tied up both legs to a corner of the bed, leaving Dean spread open and exposed. “Are you good?” he asked, looking up at Dean. “Remember to pray to me in your mind if you need to safeword.”
Castiel's voice was like a drug all on it's own. Dean whimpered when he said he deserved to feel good, deserved Cas making him feel good. His body shuttered when he felt the touch, following the queues to be laid down on the bed. Layed out like that for him...He wondered what the room looked like around him. But being blindfolded was GOOD for him, at least tonight. He'd gotten too wound up, he needed Cas to make him slow down, needed him to make him reset. And this was the way to do it.
His length was rock hard against the fabric of the soft fabric of the panties, he hummed when he felt Cas' hand on his thigh, then he felt the ROPE. Yes! he cried out in his head. He was hoping for the rope. More examples of how Cas made him slow down, by making it so he COULDN'T move. His instructions were clear. He nodded a yes to his question. ❝ I know Cas... ❞ He prayed to him, showing his mind was still with him.
“ i’m just so tired ”
“Well, that ain’t much of a surprise. You’ve been up all night.”
BOBBY:
All Edward had actually needed was an email address other than Bobby’s, but he’d chuckled about the way Bobby made him out to be far less computer-literate all the same and hung up in good humour.
Bobby himself just rolled his eyes. “Well, me an’ Edward’ve got a fair bit in common,” he said, grudgingly settling down to explain. “Him an’ his missis’ve been doin’ the whole research thing for longer’n I have, so they know a few things I don’t. Their place is a hunters’ safehouse, up in Michigan. Plus they got a grandson out huntin’, so… y’know. They can sympathise with all the headaches I go through dealin’ with you two idjits.”
Sam smiled, the amount of hunters out there who shared the sam sort of...History was pretty interesting. He looked down at his lunch and finished it quickly before standing up to clear the table. He was EAGER to get back to work on this case. Someone else could get hurt if they didn't kill this thing. ❝ So what did he say? In the email about how to kill him? ❞ He said calling from the small kitchenette.
"I'm so sorry I let this happen to you."
Dean winced as he grabbed for the stab wound. Cas’ grace was too low. He couldn’t heal Dean, and when Dean managed to get in the way of Lucifer when he went to stab Cas, he got him instead. Lying on the ground he coughed out some blood, looking up at the angel as he spoke. Dean forced out a weak SMILE. ❝ It’s okay Cas. This is what’s best. You need to keep living. You’re more important. ❞
// @blueeyestrenchcoat
CASTIEL:
Cas took several deep breaths, trying to force himself to calm down. He reluctantly gave Sam Dean’s body, his fingers lingering on Dean’s face. “Lucifer and your mother are gone,” he stated. “They went through the tear a-after Dean….” He swallowed, standing up. He was still for a moment, then shook himself.
“Lucifer came through the tear and….attacked me. Dean…he….he pushed me….away.” He swallowed again, voice breaking. “I should be the one who died, Sam. I’m sorry. This is my fault. I should be dead.”
Sam choked on a sob, looking down at his brother's body while Cas explained what happened. It hit him suddenly...He was all ALL alone. Sam looked up at Cas and felt a tear fall down his cheek. ❝ We need to get out of here Cas. I need to get...Get DEAN out of here. ❞ He picked up the body and sighed, he need to be able to do this. ❝ The sooner we get him home the sooner we can um...Get him cleaned up. ❞ He said in somewhat of a daze. ❝ He shouldn't look like this. ❞
REPLIES UPDATE
Well got almost COMPLETELY caught up on my drafts. I had a few replies come right back in, I love you guys by the way. I’m gonna get something to eat and then back to the grind. @shinyblackchevrolet and @redeyedking you guys were the only ones that weren’t in that wave of replies. I need a little more time for those ones. So I haven’t forgotten about them. Please consult the tracker on my page. Now that I’m more caught up I am gonna say...My ask box is being closed for now. I have some asks I’ll be answering but I am not longer taking memes at this time. It’ll open up when more threads end.
Nightmares
CASTIEL:
As soon Cas saw Dean, he hugged him tightly, burying his head in Dean’s neck with his nose pressed against his pulse. He listened to him breathe, to the heartbeat in his neck, letting it soothe him.
When he finally lifted his head, there were still tears in his eyes, but he was feeling less panicked. “Naomi,” he whispered. “Sh-she made me kill you. I killed you. You were dead. Y-your eyes were….even your soul was dead. I-I had to see you, to make sure you were alright.”
He finally pulled away, biting his lip. “Apologies. I-I shouldn’t have woken you up. I-I was scared but…but it was just a dream. I should be able to get over them, right?” He looked up at Dean, his expression broken. He was a failure. He always messed things up for Dean. He couldn’t even let him sleep.
It was the nightmares about Naomi, as he had suspected. He sighed and watched Cas frantically try and account for what happened. When he apologized for waking him Dean sighed, shaking his head and pulling Cas into a hug, holding him tight so he couldn't get free. He heard Sam mention that sometimes making someone be still was good for them to calm down. He petted the man's hair and shooshed him quietly.
❝ Hey. Cas it's fine. Alright? I'm fine. You're fine. We're safe here. There's nothing to worry about. ❞ Dean paused for a moment, an IDEA setting in. ❝ Why don't you sleep in here with me for tonight. You have another nightmare, and I'll be right there. So you'll know it WASN'T real. ❞
