#brokenwingsandbruises

[threedragsfromabullet-blog]

Stuck On You // brokenwingsandbruises

Breaking out of the coven had been hard, and Dean had no idea how those bitches got a pair of handcuffs that suppressed Castiel's Grace. He was now handcuffed to the more or less powerless angel, trekking through the backwoods of the Louisiana swamps. He swore if he saw anything that looked like a gator he was going to shoot it. 

"Son of a bitch!" he hissed when a patch of thorns tore up his arm after getting caught in his jacket, and he accidentally jerked on Castiel's hand. He sighed, looking back at the angel. "Here, hold my hand. That should make it easier to get through this crap."

[justaburger-archive-blog]

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[devourtheimpolite]

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It was only early, and he certainly hadn't been expecting anybody. However, in tradition of good manners, he only found himself answering the door.

"Good morning," the man greeted.

[future-crowley-blog]

Minds with broken wings | Broken Castiel and Future Crowley |

There’s blood on his shirt, in his mouth, his fingers and toes are cold, he began to feel something different, like a pure energy that was beginning to spread through his body, when it stopped, he noticed that he was no longer where he was before. He wants to close his eyes further, shut it out completely, ignore that it means someone’s in the room, that they’ve found him, but then that’d mean acknowledging his fear, looking afraid, and Crowley doesn’t intend to die a demon with piss in his pants, saying that though, the bottle of scotch that he’d been drinking from has tipped over beside him and is soaking through his last good pair of trousers. Then gradually Crowley opened his eyes, and noticed inside a house. “Where…Where Am I?…”

[devourum-blog]

+brokenwingsandbruises

"Castiel. How excellent to see you."

[repentiisms-archive-blog]

You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin' || Dean and Castiel

Dean sat in the Impala, parked next to the sidewalk. His hands clutched the wheel tightly and his eyes were red from lack of sleep. All windows were rolled up and Zepplin was playing through the speakers, loud enough to drown out everything but not enough for those outside the car to hear Ramble On. What a perfect song for Dean’s current situation. He needed to ramble on- move on and find his lady that he didn’t have. He and Sam had another row. Dean had taken off down the highway in the Impala while Sam walked off for the umoteenth time in their lives. Everything they’d ever done had just taken a toll on both of them. Dean just needed that someone. Turning the car off, Dean headed into the pharmacy for a few things to help with wounds from the last hunt and his and Sam’s fight a few days ago. As he rounded the corner into the bandage aisle, he stopped short. Cas?!