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Wake Me Up Inside // Closed RP
@heartscfvalor
Being dragged quite literally out of Hell was officially the new high weird for Dean. He remembered where he’d been right before--the chains, the rack, the knife in his hand, the blood fucking everywhere--and then he was overwhelmingly, panic-inducingly aware of the stifling heat of that damn coffin. Of breaking the wood and nearly suffocating in soil.
Fresh air and hot sun hadn’t felt that good in fucking years, even before the endless time-scape that Hell had been.
But the huge, daunting question of who--or what--had pulled him out was one that couldn’t be ignored. Ruby couldn’t help, and Sam seemed torn between wanting to trust it was a good thing and wanting to just not ask. So it came down to Dean and Bobby, driving out into the middle of nowhere one night--Sam missing in action, damn that demon bitch--with whatever supplies they could rustle up to...try and figure this out. To try and summon it, whatever it was, and confront the matter head-on.
If Dean was gonna be back, pulled out of Hell itself, then he wanted to know who had done it and what the fuck they wanted from him.
They did all that they could think to--the barn was sigiled and trapped up, marked with talismans from every religion imaginable, and Dean laid out every kind of weapon and tool they’d found in the house or car. Once they’d done their best...Bobby started the spell.
For a long ass time, nothing happened...until the wind began.
The barn rattled and shook, the lights began bursting, glass exploding everywhere--and then the doors burst open, admitting first a shadow, and then a figure. The lights continued raining down, sparks landing on long dark hair and a tan coat, but the sharp blues that stared Dean back down as he raised his shotgun were unperturbed.
Dean hesitated, then fired, just to see if the shotgun rock salt would make a dent.
Being bisexual doesn't mean there's more chance of me cheating on you. It means I wanna date both vessels of Castiel
Cas is pandemisexual (not pandemic!) or demipansexual if you will because I say so...
(OOC: piece for “The Road So Far Challenge” by @theroadsofararchive, July’s tag: LGBTQ+
Castiel in both his female vessel and his male vessel. I’m not sure which pronouns I should use since Castiel is an Angel of the Lord!)
(Genderswap!dean/cas preachers daughter!Cas and rebellious!dean. Cas and Dean have an on and off fling but Cas refuses to admit it. Hate x love)
You can’t text me things like that. My family could have been next to me. CN
This thingy that Castiel does with his eyes.