#casatyourservice

[oneandonlyalienslayer]

Unexpected Angelic Assistance I casatyourservice

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Rebecca stepped forward cautiously, her sword drawn. “Give me one good reason why I don’t turn you to dust right now.”

[littlemiss-red]

casatyourservice replied to your post : "And when I promise something, I never ever break...

My credibility has gone down in your eyes? What have I done? he asks with a slight grin.

“I wouldn’t say that it’s gone down entirely.” Ruby replied, shrugging a little with a small smirk. “It wasn’t anything specific to you. I just have my doubts about angels. I haven’t figured out if you’re one of the good guys yet.”

[liivingwater]

When you get this ask, list 5 things that make you happy then pass it on to the last 10 people who reblogged from you. --booksandfairytales

Jesus, forever and always. :D 

You, miss Ash xD 

The fact that casatyourservice is coming over today.

The fact that I might get to see watercolourtea this summer. 

The fact that I definitely get to see lovely-lorelei in two months and make a killer awesome webshow with her and you and casatyourservice. 

It’s gonna be a great summer. xD 

[brokenxfallenxandxalone]

+3

windchimelullaby

theiracademydaysareover

casatyourservice

“What can I help you with?”

[youinsultedmyhorse]

OOC

I have replies in my drafts for casatyourservice, natumfluctus, and @thewandering-dragon I'll get to the others as soon as possible...I'm trying to write the replies in the border that I got the notifications xP Hopefully will be back online tonight or tomorrow to finish replies :3

[fergusnomore]

Dreams in Which I'm Dying are the Best I've Ever Had || Closed

Crowley was a wreck. It hadn't been Sam who gave him the last injection of demon blood, according to Dean it would have killed the younger Winchester brother. They hadn't closed the gates of Hell, of his old home and kingdom, but Dean had decided it was too dangerous to let him remain a demon, so he'd given Crowley the last injection. 

Since then he hadn't seen the hunters. He'd been roaming around briefly before he understood he had to go into hiding, he had no friends. Those who'd feared him once now mocked him and most of Hell would rather have him dead or tortured. What scared Crowley the most was that a part of him was so ready for that, for something to take the sting of the guilt he felt. 

That was the worst, the guilt. Every single time he closed his eyes he saw the face of someone he'd killed or tortured. He could remember every single one of them. Most nights he didn't sleep, but when he did he was haunted by nightmares and would wake up crying or screaming. In the worst of the dreams he was reliving the murders, hearing the screams, in the best once he was on the receiving end of the same kind of treatment. 

In other words, he was a wreck. A bundle of fear, guilt, shame and sleeplessness. That was the state he was in when he met Castiel. For the first time in over a week he'd come out of the abandoned warehouse he lived in these days, he hadn't wanted to, but the hunger gave him no choice. He had to find something to eat. It was when he returned to the warehouse he encountered the angel. There, right in Crowley's home he stood. For a moment the former demon froze completely. What was the angel doing here, he hadn't hurt anyone, just stolen some food when he had no choice.

"You" he finally managed to say, voice shaking. 

[notyour-thornybeauty]

In The Looney Bin| Meg & Castiel | CLOSED

Meg flipped through her gossip magazine, her foot tapping at the air along to the beat of her music. Watching over Cas, thusfar, had been generally boring. He spent a whole lot of time sleeping, and the rest of the time staring off into space, basically comatose. But then, there was a calp of thunger, a flash of lighting, and when she looked up, she was nearly nose-to-nose with him, staring at her with wide, owlish blue eyes. "Well, good morning, Clarence," she said evenly, popping the headphones out of her ears and tossing her magazine aside, "Welcome to the land of the living."

[oneofgodsowncreations]

thє rustlє σf wíngs stαrtlєd sчrєnα αs shє вlínkєd hєrsєlf αwαkє. thє sun shє hαd вєєn nαppíng ín wαs nσw strєαmíng íntσ hєr єчєs. α shαdσw wαs cαst σvєr hєr tαíl, whích rєmαínєd síncє hєr lσwєr hαlf rєstєd ín thє wαtєr. ínstínctívєlч, shє cσllєctєd hєrsєlf, prєsєrvíng hєr mσdєstч undєr thє wαtєrlínє. shє cσuld nσt lєαvє: hєr wíngєd vísíσr wαs αlrєαdч єчєíng hєr, αnd shє hαd α fєєlíng shє wσuldn't вє αвlє tσ єscαpє íf shє tríєd. αnd sσ, shє αskєd, "whч αrє чσu hєrє?"