#graveburns

[iudicatus-a]

lets    spare    a    moment    for    the    one    time    dean    and     maggie    weren’t    arguing    or    making     bad    decisions    together.    

lil    valentines    thing    for     @graveburns !

[scrcam]

†  : * @graveburns

        “   YEAH ,   I  KNOW   ABOUT  THE  MURDERS ,      ” TEPIDITY  RESTS  ON  HIS  PERCHED  LIPS  , the   teenager   sneering   at   the   tourtist  with a hushed tone ; secretive .

        “  he  killed  my  friends .     ”

[fangedpeace-a]

         Sharp, devils edged blade pointing to the tip of his throat. His hands in the air trying to seem totally and fully harmless. Vlad’s legs began to feel like 𝐉𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘 underneath the little bit of weight above his hips. His eyes, wide but so bright compared to the rest of his dull skin, stared thoroughly at the 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍 being held to his neck. He could get out of it, he could fly away ─ use his telekinesis to push the man back. But that would just prove he wasn’t human, that he wasn’t some kid looking for the way from a lost path. He could hear his fathers voice in his mind, scolding him, ridiculing him for letting this go on. But the 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒 had found him and he’d never been left alone to deal with the damage he once caused. 

“ I don’t have any money ”  shuffling on his feet, almost slipping almost running he tried to take a step back without moving at all, but it was a lot harder than it looked. 

@graveburns​   /   liked this for a starter !

[lovedgods-a]

@graveburns​  𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅  :  can u read for me

﹡ . °   unprompted   //   always   accepting .

dean  w :   exists 

caelestis :

[featheirs]

@graveburns​ ✦ ° 。* plotted starter

    he is tense.    a    star    bound  loosely  by  flesh.     he   knew   his  mission,   it  was  burned  into his  grace.     STOP THE SEALS FROM BREAKING.  that was after  he, the angel of thursday,  was  chosen  to  resurrect the RIGHTEOUS MAN.  ( it was important, the last resurrection he could remember was that of the messiah himself )     ✦ ° 。  he turns,  wanting  to  expel  the might of his angel  blade,  to tear down these warded walls and smite the demons that bound them into oblivion ( ! )        the  angel  internalizes  this  rage by  lifting  deep  watery  hues  to  the  ceiling.   humans  would  not  notice,  he  thought.  in the millennium of watching the earth,   they never did.    

        castiel    expounds    a   sigh,  to  be  a  mystery  thereof   what   he  should have done  to prevent this. .       but    that   can   wait.       “   DEAN.  ”    his   deep voice  rises like the tide,  “ there  must  be   a  way  out.”     a   twinkle  of   annoyance  dried   anger  from  his  eyes   “ I  don’t  believe  sitting  down  is  the best  method of search.”