crossroadscastiel answered: We all got ‘em, there’s like 3 on my blog and everyone seems to have at least one
That is so creepy. I changed my password just in case, but it seems like it's an inside job and we - the bloggers - are unable to do anything about it.
mcondalds answered: tumblr crashed, it happened to a bunch of people
Yes, mine crashed, too. I hope Tumblr fixes it soon.
assbutt-hurt answered: same for me. And its a really fucking creepy post.
It really fucking is! For a split second, I thought I was going to be the character in the first five minutes of Supernatural. Hahaha.
Castiel has been putting one foot in front of the other for days. Time is hazy without his grace—not that things didn’t get blurred before, but it’s different to his human mind.
Human.
Castiel would cry if he had any tears left, but those were used up the night he’d fallen. The night he looked up to the sky and saw his brothers, his sisters, all of heaven, falling from the sky. It was a magnificent sight if you didn’t know what it was, but Castiel did and he’d fallen to his knees and sobbed like a child.
Dean had called him a child before.
That’s where he has to go. To Dean, to Sam, to his boys. He knows there’s a good chance they won’t take him in now. He’s useless without his grace, and even with it, he’d done so many terrible things that deserved no forgiveness.
There’s a part of him that knows he should stop and rest, eat, drink. His body is human now, and it will require much care, but he can’t worry about that now. He has to get to Dean because Dean will know how to fix things—Dean always knows, and Cas is always wrong. He should’ve seen that ages ago.
When he finally sees the bunker a few hundred feet forwards, one sob rips past his lips. His legs had been ready to give out days ago, but he’d forced them to keep moving. He’s almost there now, and even if the brothers refuse to welcome him back, he doesn’t think they’d deny him just a few minutes of rest inside, maybe a glass of water. He knows he’s thirsty.
He raises an arm to knock on the door, and his knuckles rap against the surface three times. As he lets his arm fall back to his side, his body sways slightly. He wills it to stop, but it isn’t listening to him, and there are stars and black mixing in his peripheral vision and he suddenly knows he is not going to be able to remain upright. He begins to fall forwards, just as the door is opening, and he more or less slams into a wall of something just a little bigger than him. It’s not the door, he knows that, but his eyes are closed and it feels so good to finally let them stay that way that he doesn’t want to open them again. Maybe he won’t ever. He’ll just sleep for the rest of eternity, or until he dies.
What the thing is, it has arms and they’re wrapped hesitantly around him.
“Cas?”
Castiel recognizes the voice immediately and it surprised he hadn’t realized who it was sooner, but he doesn’t respond because it would take too much energy to use his voice or move his head or an arm or anything, really.
“Cas, what—son of a bitch. Cas, you with me?”
Castiel makes a sound in his throat, not sure what he wants it to mean.
He feels himself sinking before suddenly he’s hefted up, an arm around his back and another behind his knees.
“It’s been almost a week, Cas, have you eaten anything?”
Castiel mumbles something he intends to sound like “Lebanon” and he feels Dean’s grip tighten ever so slightly.
“You crazy son of a bitch.”
“Dean?” His voice sounds hoarse to his ears. “Metatron lied. You were right…heaven…he took my grace. Naomi—“
“Shh. Stop talking, you sound terrible.” Dean lays him down on something soft and Castiel forces himself to open his eyes. He faintly recognizes the room as Dean’s. He’s only seen it one other time, but he remembers through the haze of humanity enough to feel confident it’s the same place.
“I’m gonna get you some water. Don’t go bailing on—shit. Nevermind. Just stay put for a minute.”
Castiel rasps out, “Sam?” before Dean leaves again.
Dean’s jaw clenches and suddenly he can’t look at Cas. His eyes look glossy, but maybe it’s just Castiel’s. “He’s not okay. We’ll talk about it later.”
Castiel closes his eyes again and manages to wiggle one arm out of his trench coat, then the other, and cover himself with the blanket before it hits him.
Later.
Dean had said they’d talk about it later. He wasn’t going to make Cas leave.
"Like... I don't know. Like there's something wrong with him." Kevin says. Sam frowns, leaning on the counter. Then his face changes, as if struck by a thought. "Wait, do you think he knows how to poop?" Dean and Kevin just stare. "No, I'm serious, if you had never pooped in your whole life, how would that even occur to you?" Dean shakes his head. "On instinct! Or something! Oh my god, what if you're right?" ohshit its three parts
When they creep back into the room Cas is still sitting there. "Hey, uh, Cas?" Dean asks, having somehow drawn the short straw of angel explanations in life. "What is it Dean?" Cas asks, slowly. "Look, um, we were just wondering if you have all of the... the bathroom, stuff sorted out." Dean says. He expects Cas to say something funny or just stare at him, but instead he says, "I don't know." And Dean sighs, and grabs his arm. "Come on. I can explain it, probably." -oh no four parts im sorry
Cas has been at the bunker for several days, and once or twice excused himself to go to the bathroom. But he's been sitting, staring the door looking like he's deep in thought and mildly uncomfortable, for a full hour now. And Kevin is voicing his concerns to Sam and Dean while they hide out in the kitchen. "I'm telling you,something is wrong with him." Kevin insists. Dean frowns. "What, like, he's sick or something?" 1/2
SO HEY I WAS THINKING WHY NOT HAVE OUR PARTY THEN??
BUT NOT JUST ANY PARTY
A FUCKING MIDTERM STRESS RELIEF PARTY
WE CAN POP BALLOONS AND SCREAM AND SING REALLY HORRIBLE AGGRESSIVE SONGS AND MAYBE HAVE A RAP OFF AND RUN THROUGH THE HILLS BEATING OUR CHESTS LIKE THE WARRIOR WOMEN WE ARE AND WE CAN ALL COSPLAY AND LIKE BATTLE IT OUT IN MY BACK YARD AND TAKE PICTURES OF OUR WEIRD CROSSOVER FIGHTS
AND ALSO WE CAN BAKE THINGS ANGRILY MAYBE IF I CAN TALK MY DAD INTO IT
AND ALSO LIKE SLEEPOVER TIME ANYONE?? AND WE CAN FINALLY PLAY TRUTH OR DARE BECAUSE THAT HASNT FUCKING HAPPENED?? AND THEN AT THE END OF IT WE CAN CUDDLE PUDDLE AND WATCH SAD MOVIES AND SOB ALL OVER EACH OTHER OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT COULD WORK
omg okay, i tried to follow you ages ago and tumblr wouldn't fuckin let me but it finally did so yeaaaaah
omfg really??? that is so bizarre dear god what with this and not letting me tag some things or reply to answer privately IT’S LIKE TUMBLR IS PURPOSEFULLY TRYING TO KEEP IN ISOLATION NOT COOL, TUMBLR, NOT COOL
but anyways helloooooo, so nice to talk/see you again!!! welcome to the mad-house, expect me to become the person who never shuts up on your blog mwuahahaha XD
