I’ve never felt more like a character than I do w her
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I’ve never felt more like a character than I do w her
everyone rejoice, Ao3 is back
why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable
Broken notes… deactivated account… removed image….
Finally, we have them all.
In addition: OP’s name is just… gone. No “[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]” as is the standard for deactivated blogs.
Just the world “deactivated.” Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.
It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.
It wandered across mine. I shall help it travel forward.
As will I.
2 NOTES?
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hi. i spent 2 months finishing this. please like it or i might cry.
Jensen Ackles | Las Vegas Convention, January 18, 2026 [x]
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I love it when fan fiction writers are like: “ah shit, this was meant to be one part but I started writing it and now it has to be three”. Like the fanfic is happening to them and not being created by them.
constantly serving ✨cvnt✨
He's just sitting there and he's serving? Literally for what???? 😭✨🙏
Male. Late twenties. Severely injured. No ID in his wallet.
2026 is about to come and I'm still shipping Dean and Cas
ICONIC.
Castiel decided, briefly and fondly, that humans should not be allowed this much enthusiasm.
Dean was laughing. Actually laughing, bright and unrestrained, as the sledge tore down the snowy hill far faster than Castiel considered reasonable. Wind snapped at Dean’s jacket, snow sprayed up around them, and the world felt dangerously unanchored.
“This is unsafe,” Castiel called, wings itching invisibly as instinct urged him to intervene. He tightened his grip on Dean’s hand anyway, boots skidding as he half ran, half hovered behind the sledge. “You could collide with a tree. Or a rock. Or—”
Dean twisted just enough to grin back at him, eyes sparkling with cold and joy. “Cas, relax!”
“I am relaxed,” Castiel lied. He was absolutely not relaxed. Dean Winchester should not be allowed to hurl himself downhill on a wooden contraption powered by gravity and poor decisions.
The sledge hit a bump. Dean whooped. Castiel’s heart lurched.
“Dean!” Castiel protested. “You are behaving recklessly.”
Dean laughed even harder. “What? That’s what you’re for!”
Castiel blinked. “I beg your pardon?”
“You know,” Dean said, squeezing his hand, voice warm despite the rush of air. “Saving me. Watching my back. Being my safety net.”
The words settled into Castiel’s chest like fresh snow, soft, quiet, impossibly tender. He looked at their joined hands. Dean was not pulling away. He was trusting Castiel to keep up.
“…Very well,” Castiel said, a small smile tugging at his mouth. He adjusted his grip, steadied them both, and let just a hint of grace slip into the moment. Nothing obvious. Nothing Dean would notice. Just enough.
The sledge flew true.
Dean whooped again. “See? Told ya!”
Castiel watched him, windburned cheeks, reckless joy, utterly alive, and felt something gentle and bright unfold inside him.
Perhaps, Castiel thought, this was what he was for.
When the sledge finally slowed at the bottom of the hill, Dean leaned back, breathless and grinning. “Again?”
Castiel did not let go of his hand. “Yes,” he said softly. “Again.”
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THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING TO GET YOUR MEDS BEFORE THE PHARMACIES CLOSE
they are going to be CLOSED OVER THE HOLIDAYS and so will the DOCTORS WHO SIGN YOUR PRESCRIPTIONS.
if you don’t have enough meds to last the next THREE WEEKS, put in for your repeats and refills tomorrow! that’s Wednesday! do it! don’t go to hospital at New Year because you ran out of stuff!
it’s that time of year again! get your meds!
look at their fucking hands and dean’s eyes, oh everyone go to hell now
Stargate SG-1 || Bane