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"I need you" is arguably WAY MORE crazy then "I love you" or even "I want you" like he seriously said I NEED YOU on his knees in front a man who was beating him to death. Like what. Actually what was happening.
“I need you” is the Winchester “I love you” and it means so much to me
Don't look forward to it
Tw: maybe angst? Idk honestly if this counts. Gn!reader
• Castiel knew he shouldn't look forward to it. He couldn't help himself thinking about it.
• The hunt was bad. Silence was thick in the impala. Neither Dean nor you were talking.
• Guilt was eating at all of them. At Cas too. But there still was something happy in him.
• Because you would pull both of them into bed with you. To cuddle you.
Not for human eyes
Everything was bright. Light that seemed to had no source, as it was it’s own source. It stretched endlessly around you til you couldn’t see the end of it. An uncountable number of eyes seemed to be moving in circles. On golden things like halos. Their movement seemed to tick like time. Their gaze in every direction, and some on you.
A undescrible mixture of colors and shapes seemed to envelope you. Wing-like apandges spread around, one curling closer to you, as if to shield you. Everything seemed to be moving and standing still at the same time. What felt like electricity ran through your veins. Your blood seemed to boil and freeze at the same time.
Tears streamed down your eyes, as they burned with seeing everything around them. In you ear ringing was a constant. Distant bells could be heard. Voices too far to understand what they’re saying, echoing all around you. You could smell flowers, smoke and something that reminded you of home.
Everything seemed to go on for so long. Moving in slowmotion. However it ended too quickly. All those impression flooding through you, through your soul in matter of seconds. But slow, like it took years.
The room looked much darker after that. You eyes could barely make out the people around you. Still having remains of the shapes they saw stuck in them, shifting in diffrent colours. The hard cement floor was rough under your knees, but you could feel it barely. All of it seemed to far away from you. You didn’t hear Dean yelling for you, nor when Sam shook you.
Unfortunately Castiel is the reason for my obsession with angels even though I’m not at all religious it’s all his fault
Heaven Sent~ .࣪ ִֶָ🪽་
Castiel who thinks you’re more of an angel than he is.
Castiel who always accidentally looks above your head expecting a halo instead of looking at your eyes. He can see them on other angels, and it takes a minute for him to register why yours are missing. Even when he does look at your eyes it’s like he’s still searching for that bright light of grace inside you. Sometimes he gets frustrated that he can’t see it so he puts his head on your chest to hear your deeply human heartbeat.
Castiel who makes room for you to stretch your wings in bed but forgets you have none. He rests next to you on couches, beds, and in the back of Baby, always leaning a bit forward expecting big feathery wings tangling with his. He huffs with slight embarrassment at his posture when you softly correct him, and settles on getting tangled in each other’s arms instead.
Castiel who murmurs to you lovingly in Enochian thinking you know every language like the rest of the angels. When you questioningly hum after his words, he clears his throat with a “Oh, right. Humans.” He is quite set on teaching you a romantic thing or two when you have a free moment.
Castiel who is shocked when you tell him you don’t have an angel blade. He thought you’d lost yours in a fight, or that one of the boys borrowed it for a hunt. You were more of a shotgun user anyway.
Castiel who scrunches his nose in confusion when he sees you eating with the boys because angels don’t eat. He’d roam around you during mealtimes, watching the steam of your food or eyeing your lips as you eat. He started associating the taste of diner cheesecake with your kisses. He does appreciate your preference for jelly over jam, he can sense the ‘better’ particles in the air.
Castiel who tells stories from thousands of years ago like they were yesterday, thinking you’d recall living through them too. He’d have on a thousand yard squint, nose scrunched, asking if you remember watching dodo birds get hunted to extinction. You tell him again the year you were born, that you couldn’t have seen them. It prompts a brief trip to his lap, where you sit with your arms around his neck while he reads you Wikipedia articles about dodo birds (while he’s also correcting the information on the site).
Cas fluff for you? @cantchooseafav
Y’all don’t talk enough about canon non-binary Castiel
The buzz of the bees
The buzz of the bess awaken,
Something that can't be mistaken,
An angel that has been shaken,
With grace that was forsaken.
The buzz of the bees is in the air,
Sounding close to prayer,
As if their wings could repair,
What an angel and hunter share.
The buzz of the bees brings a smile,
To an angel which is in denial,
An angel that has been waiting awhile,
For his love, so hostile.
The buzz of the bees reminds,
How the love the angel finds,
How much in the end it defines,
How much it divides.
The buzz of the bees silence,
But not Castiels reliance.
⦻
Michael wing headcanon
I write this again, even though I really hope tumblr just brings back my post that got half deleted, i doubt it.
This will be all over the place. I’m only at season 10, so this might just be very fanon. ( I mean it obviously is).
As many people do, I think about the angels and what their wings would look like. Obviously most humans cannot percieve these properly. However (almost) anything goes in a headcanon and logic doesn’t make my brain stop thinking about these things.
For some time I always thought about Michaels wings as white with blue, that somehow have a metallic look to it. Which lead to the bad poem that I wrote. Now I didn’t have a finalised version of what those wings actually look like, so it always changed.
But yesterday I saw a certain type of bird that made me realise what those could look like.
Pigeon.
Did tumblr decide to delete half my post while posting it, maybe
Golden wings
Golden wings as they shine,
their form a trick of the light.
Soon they drip of crimson blood,
Their shape engraved on the floor.
For now they flutter o so wide,
Let wind, rain, sun,
Make them mild.
Used to bring messages far and wide,
Protect the weak and their laughter,
Chocolate dipped wings,
For the sweet it brings.
Call for their family love,
But there is none to be spoken of.
Their shared times have come to an end,
The bond that they had has to bend,
For nothing will ever mend,
The broken grace that they've spend.
Hidden among nordic gods,
Hidden among tricks, deceive,
Where the angels may never reach.
His golden eyes peak through the facade,
The ring of fire extinguish the last illusion,
Before the hunters stands full confusion.
The archangel will not know it now,
But protecting the winchesters will make him bow,
To die at the hands of his brother,
To rather wish he had been smothered.
But at last he ends it here,
The angel blade drawn close,
Or was that another illusion he chose?
Feathers of steel
Whisper in the wind,
Feathers of steel,
Words spoken, so unkind,
Orders to follow,
Colors of blue and teal.
Grace broken down,
Soul morphed around,
Eyes kept on the ground,
Fires to drown.
Cold - Lucifer
The cold crept around. His presence was comforting in an awful way. The way it feels to relapse after trying so hard to stay clean. A harmful comfort. Pain that was more familiar than friends. Small puffs of air clouded the air. His wings covered the rest. No matter the intention, Lucifer will find a way to tempt. Never lies, but words layered with honey nonetheless. The cold seeped into bones, making flesh feel numb. But it was known. Familiar. Comfort.
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Turned Human - Crowley
Crowley looked at his hellhound. Or what used to be a hellhound. The soul predator, that used to cause fears amongst humans was now one of them. Confusion apparent in their face as they watched their fingers move. With a frown he turned back to the witch. "Undo this, now!", but in return she just laughed. With a grin she replied, "well, I guess if you want your dog back. You should do as I say." If Crowleys frown could get any bigger it would. With a fling of his frist he took care of the witch. Confident that he could return his hellhound to their former glory by himself. Afterall, he did have knowledge in the magic department.
In Blood - Crowley
Imagine making a deal with crowley while he was still on human blood.
Instead of your soul he will take your blood as payment. Multiple times. Not too much. But enough.
At first his visits will be brief. Teleporting to you at random times. Taking your blood in syringes and then leaving you again.
Soon tough he will stay longer. His human sides seeking companionship. A weakness he does not want his demons or anybody else know about. Since you are a human unaware of his status, he didn’t have a lot to lose.
Small talk turned into deeper conversations. Simply coming to take your blood turned into staying with you til you recovered. Random gifts will appear.
At one point he will stop taking your blood. You are unaware what actually caused that, but happy with his visits nonetheless.
He will stop being as sentimental, but part of him started to care deeply about you while he was more human, and it didn’t dispear with him getting rid of that side.
The periods of time that he’ll disapear will be longer, but when he is with you. You have his full attention.
At one point he will gift you a hellhound. Giving you the power to see it too. He will claim that the dog just wasn’t fit to do the job. But in reality he wanted to give you a bit of protection while he wasn’t there.
Needless to say, you two will be taking many vacations to diffrent countries, places, whatever. His spoiling will get to a point where you ask him to dile it down a bit.
He will. For a week, before spoiling you more.
Will make sure that the winchester don’t know about you.
To be extended
Predator Goggles - Toby
I looked confused at him, his goggles slightly reflected the light from behind me. His lover face half was covered my a metal muzzle. His breath slightly escaped from the sides. He had two axes, one was secured at his belt. The other was in his hand, his fingers slightly tensing and relaxing. Like a rythim to keep his senses steady. I looked up at him again. His brown hair looked like it could use a good brush, standing up in all directions. Somehow it was fitting with the rest of him. I was unsure what to do, I couldn’t really speak. His way of standing so still, almost like a predator hunting, was scary. Out here in the forest axes aren’t out of place, but he didn’t seem to chop wood right now. So why would he be holding it? If he lived around here he should know about this cabin being rented and people being here. I tried to keep my breath steady, afraid to show that he was unsettling to me. Before I could think I took a small step back, still focused on him. That seemed to cause a chain reaction in him, suddenly sprinting foward. He was fast, inhumanely fast. My flight instict kicked in and I turned around to also start running. Hoping that in the cabin I could be safe. Despite how old and run down it was.
Headcanon: E.J.
If you out yourself as trans towards Jack. He will assume that you want him to help you transition.