I'm going to make a new account for Fem!Cas back under the FC of Robin Tunney because I miss her and I get all nostalgic when I look back on the gifsets I made a while back. -sighs-
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I'm going to make a new account for Fem!Cas back under the FC of Robin Tunney because I miss her and I get all nostalgic when I look back on the gifsets I made a while back. -sighs-
"Greyfaces. I have these for a week Cas. I don't know what to do with these."
"Usually physical manifestations of wings are meant for mating rituals and displays of dominance."
+ Dean
Dean saw the blood. “What’s wrong, Cas?”
Castiel looked from him to her blood before touching the corner of her eye again. It wasn't flowing. "I was bleeding."
“Oh…I’m sorry to hear that. But hey, you found yourself a pretty little lady vessel here so I guess things worked out.”
Castiel narrowed her eyes at him again, "Why is everyone making remarks about my vessel's gender?" It was perturbing.
Sam sighed as he looked at her. She was holding something back and he knew it but he was not going to force her to talk about it right now. For now he was just happy to have her back with him once more. He kissed her deeply before pulling back and smiling. ” Are you going to be staying with me for awhile?”
Castiel leaned into the kiss once again, relearning the movements--her hands braced ok his biceps. She reached up and stroked his cheek lightly with the tips of her fingers. Her gaze flicking from his eyes to his lips, then back, "Yes."
awfully sweet of you to leave us dear saint jimmy as a keepsake. we always wore him better than you did, anyway.
Castiel staggered backwards, "I--that's impossible! He disintegrated on an atomic level, I didn't leave him there willingly." She held her trenchcoat tightly to herself, staring the Leviathan down.
"Cas?" His wings fluttered a little nervously. "I-uh, what the hell am I supposed to do with these?"
"Dean," Castiel addressed him, then her brow furrowed when she caught sight of his wings. It was very confusing. Seeing him with those appendages. He wouldn't even be able to fly because of the way humans were built. They usually only manifested this way during displays of dominance or mating rituals. "Why--Where did you get wings?"
Send me ‘✉’ for an unsent text from my muse to yours.
WAIT ONE SECOND.
who the holy hell is this
is it just me or does this look like
Sam looked at her and then to his clothes. He attempted to take them off and groaned. ” Problem with that Cas. the clothes are stuck on me.” He pouted a bit as he looked at the now ruined clothing he was sporting.
Castiel looked to him, then to his clothes, then back to him. She took two steps closer to him, grabbed his shirt by the collar and promptly ripped it off him. It was already ruined. And naked people didn't exactly disturb her. Then she started on his pants. She took a step back when he was completely naked with ripped clothing surrounding him. "There."
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Castiel just stared, her brow pulled together and her mouth pursed. “What happened?”
Sam looked at her and sighed. ” No idea. I was standing here and then poof covered in all this crap. Cas how am I going to get clean?” He frowned a little as he looked at the mess that was covering him. He was going to need some help for this.
"Take off your clothes." She suggested since he was dressed with all the stuff covering him. "Then bathe." She raised a finger and pointed at the sky as if she was making a point. Then nodded.
Sam looked at her as she answered quickly. He would need to question her a little more on that. He looked at her and moved forward placing a gentle hand on her cheek before leaning down to place a soft kiss on her lips. ” Cas. You know I’m here for you. I’ve always been here for you. And if you need to talk I will listen.”
"I know. I don't need to." Castiel relaxed into his touch, kissing him back with ease. Her hands braced on his arms. He was very tall.
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“Just kidding, gosh, your sense of humor never change.” She crossed her arms and looking Castiel. Shrugged “In hell, with Crowley, you know we have our issues. Whatever…he are looking the angel tablet, you know if the Winchesters have it?”
"They don't. Why would you care where it is?" Castiel didn't know where it was either, but it bothered her that they were looking for the angel tablet. After all, she was still an angel--even if she had fallen.
+ Dean
“Well I’ve only known you as a man and this is different…”
"I suppose it may be. I am still Castiel." She felt something wet at the corner at of her eye and was quick to wipe it away--then looked down at the tips of her fingers. Blood. Her brow pulled together.
And she’ll sit there. She’ll rust, fall apart. In a junk yard in a small town. Kids will pass by, run their hands along the rumpled metal that lost its shine after one too many rains. The grass beneath her is pale and dead. No one will look at her and give her a second thought. It’ll be that car that’s always been there. But really, there was a time, so far back that no one can remember now, when two boys rode around in that car. They drove for so long, all their lives, wheels hot, and the windows rolled down. Old songs that no one knows the words to anymore. So many memories cling to the falling paint, and the worn leather. About the two boys who loved her. Who were good. The ones that saved the world a few times. Who fought the monsters people refused to see. But, of course, they were also the boys who died.
And sometimes the weird guy in the trench coat will visit her. That’s when the parents call their children back inside as the man sits on the hood, legs folded up beneath him; just sits unmoving for hours. There’s a rumor that before he leaves, he caresses her side gently and whispers “thank you for taking care of them”.
NO THAT’S NOT OKAY YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO IMPLY THAT DEAN AND SAM DIED AND CAS IS ALONE NO