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Dean sighs softly. His childhood is not something he readily talks about. It’s still hard for him to acknowledge what his upbringing did to him, even though he knows now, years out from under his father’s thumb, that the things he experienced were wrong. But this is Cas, and Dean knows he can tell the angel anything. So he continues. “I...yes. I know that I’m...loved, now. I mean, Sammy’s always loved me, I guess, even if sometimes I doubted...but he was a kid and it’s...different now. With you.” He clears his throat, following Cas’ cue and diverting his gaze to the wall behind the angel. “You, uh...you think so? Cause Cas, I’ve got to admit, I’m bad at this shit. Telling people...how I feel about them...it’s not something I was raised on, I guess is what I’m trying to say.”

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fellforth ||  interaction one jack and castiel

“I DON’T GET IT.“ It seems many things escape Jack’s grasp when he tries to find a logical explanation. Chocolate treat in the shape of an egg finds its way to his hand, not yet delighting himself with the taste, as he seems more inversed in knowing the meaning behind it. “Why a chocolate egg is somehow celebrated as the resurrection of Jesus Christ? I don’t think I read that on the Bible.“ Castiel, being an angel, maybe could illustrate and guide his hand on the subject better than the book (which he had been told, has a lot of liberties). “Did he came back as an egg?“

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Dean tries not to stare, but his eyes keep flicking over to where Cas sits. He can tell he’s struggling with himself, and Dean wants more than anything to make all of the pain and guilt and uncertainty go away, but he’s never been good with words. All he has are his hands, and a thick blanket he’d pulled from his own bed to keep the cold away. He drapes it gently around the angel’s shoulders, pressing his hands down as if with their solid weight he can ground Cas in the moment, here and now, where everything is at least a little more okay than it had been, before. He doesn’t want to stop touching Cas. It feels like, somehow, as long as he’s got a hand on him, he can keep anything like this from happening again.

The smile Cas gives him cracks Dean’s heart. His face melts, the hard lines of worry softening into something gentler. He knows Cas hates for him to worry, but it isn’t something Dean can just let go of. His entire life has been spent worrying about one loved one or another; if he wasn’t concerned about someone, he wasn’t sure what he’d do with himself. “And you don’t have to pretend for me, Cas.” He counters, kneeling beside the angel’s chair even though his knees protest and keeping a hand on his shoulder. “I’m always going to worry, no matter what. I worry less if I trust that you’ll tell me when you need help instead of killing yourself trying to handle it on your own. You can talk to me, Cas. I know...well, what you went through wasn’t all that different from the Mark of Cain. It stays with you.”

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      “ You’re not him.  ❜   He whispers lowly under his breath, skepticism present in his eyes that dangerously narrow at the entity that stand before him, minus the beautiful, breathtaking landscape of his grandfather ... God’s ... creations that surround them. Everything is gray and dull, the barks of trees hued like coal around them; dark clouds overhead as thunderstorm rolls in, and the wind becomes colder. The camp burns, ashes gather, and he can taste smoke on his tongue.

   There is no way that Castiel can be here.

   This is a trick. 

   The angels have seen his mind. There’s a large possibility that they know his heart as well, about what he feels about Castiel in general, and they are eager to exploit it to try to get him to their side. By using Castiel.

      “ Get out of my head .  ❜

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fellforth replied to your post: I have a phone interview coming up in an hour. So...

good luck ! i’m sure you’ll do great !!

Thanks so much! I really appreciate it! ♥

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          she  does  enjoy  the  range  of  emotions  he  feels,  particularly  the  frustration  that’s  causing  him  to  react  in  such  a  way  towards  her.   blue  eyes  watch  the  angel  carefully,  an  eyebrow  arching  at  his  command  because  she  doesn’t  take  orders  from  ANYONE  but  he  does  have  a  point.   she  needs  to  get  home         to  get  back  to  Silas.   ❝  you’re  lucky  i  like  you.   now,  you  can  either  keep  fighting  against  that  barricade  &  LOSING  or  you  can  sit  your  ass  down  &  help  me  come  up  with  a  plan  to  get  us  out of  here.  ❞

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                             he’s taken   a  hit   already,       the smoke having   disappeared   into the air         but his previously   relaxed   expression   screws up   in a short moment’s notice,   as eyes   fixate   on castiel,   curiosity   held in his gaze.         josh  sat  up  abruptly ,         and a small smirk stretched onto his features.   eyes   dropped   for a moment,   as he looks   genuinely     humored     with a certain idea that happened to have just       popped   up       into his mind.              ‘ ‘       hey           dude   ...   have,                    have you ever tried this before   ??       ’ ’              he’d question,   gesturing to the  already-lit  blunt  between his fingers. he felt almost a bit too bad just smoking right in front of the guy,   ( without offering. )   ;       this might make things more fun for the   both   them.

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wow lmao it’s crazy how that stuff happens ansgndf people go thru faceclaims like trends nowadays

they really do. it’s like nina dobrev. everyONE AND THEIR MAMA used her for oc fc’s and alt fc’s and such for such a long time that i almost can’t stand her face anymore. i didn’t want that to happen so i chose to just not follow through on making the blog.