and it pitted the world against us

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forget that they are horses.

[fallingcas]

[nottnatural-blog]

I rather have you, cursed or not.

[nottnatural-blog]

[jesterlavcrre]

And the bible didn't mention us.

[radmeamidala]

[thoseforgottenwords]

[nottnatural-blog]

letters to castiel

[nottnatural-blog]

letters to sam

[demurecas]

this new mark, a haiku

[foundcas]

[winchestits-deactivated20151226]

you’re gonna be the death of me, man.

[spn-poetry]

all that thorny pain, so beautiful.

[nottnatural-blog]

letters to dean