#hiitsteamfreewill

[truesymphony]

@hi-its-teamfreewill hit the ❤

Ray hummed as she slid over next to Castiel.  “Do you have a map?  Cause I think I got lost in your eyes.”  

[infelixxanima]

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Waking from sleep was easier than one would think for Cas; even with the burning ache behind tired eyelids he could feel himself being watched. With a yawn into the pillow he scooted over and pulled the blankets away for the Marqui to get in the bed with him. Although he hoped Sebastian knew he was probably going to steal the blankets through the remainder of the night. And if the demon expected him to be a decent sleeper than he was going to have to get over it because the wet spot on the pillow was just going to end up being wet with the way Cas slept all open mouth and drooling.

He laid in the silence of the bedroom, listening to the soft ruffling of the sheets as Sebastian got in, his eyes widening slightly when he felt himself hugged from behind and then the oddly warm lips at the nape of his neck. He crept a hand up slowly until his palm felt the coolness of blackened fingertips, curling his fingers over Sebastian’s- returning the unspoken thank you with his own. Another yawn and he was beginning to feel his back rise when Sebastian would breathe in, calm and calculated almost like lulling someone to sleep in the rain.

Settling in for the night Cas slowly let himself drift to sleep, not quite deep sleep, but a lightly restful sleep as he found refuge and peace in the hold of the demon beside him. Even if he had to be the little spoon again. “Goodnight Sea.” It was an odd nickname, one that didn’t quite match, but something Cas had began to just find comfort in using even if Sebastian and himself didn’t understand.

The nickname is comforting in a way Sebastian wasn’t used to. They eased into a rhythm that may have allowed Castiel at least a little sleep but offered Sebastian nothing but the calming silence of the room and Castiel’s breathing at first. His mind is a churning sea of thoughts. Soon they will have to take action. The course of events up until this point had been almost unclear but pieces of the puzzle were slowly beginning to unravel themselves. Vittoria had left them breadcrumbs, left them well equipped with knowledge and weaponry there in the estate, to face whatever terror lay before them.

Or whatever thought it was more terrifying than Sebastian and a wrathful angel. 

Another thought of the night now. There’d be no using her as leverage now, to keep himself. Castiel has certainly shown himself to be far more formidable than originally surmised. Sebastian has seen him cut down demons left and right, wielding his blade with purpose and angelic power. Seen him stand quietly, fingers sticky with blood, amongst carnage, taking stock of the damage and Sebastian could see where the warrior of heaven began and his Castiel ended. 

Truly a magnificent sight to behold. 

But then there was also the rescue mission. His plan is simple, He’s given orders to one of the many legions in Hell under his thumb to search for her, return if her soul has been located. Because if not, there’s only one other place it could be.

Purgatory. 

It is unfamiliar territory there for him, not a realm he’s set foot in, but if Vittoria did not reside in Hell, she would be there, and he would go retrieve her. If not for himself, then for Castiel because despite the strides they’ve made in coping, there is a hole in him Sebastian can almost feel when he walks into the same room as him. He can not begin to fathom just what Vittoria meant to him, how it was that they came together as they had, but he knows just how much they meant to one another.

Laying there in the bed, he distinctly lets memories flicker across his tired eyes.

How they laughed, how Vittoria reprimanded him, taught him, held his hand, held him in her arms. How he grounded her when she seemed to be slipping from humanity. How she could come back in the dead of night, matted down with blood, wounded, and a little savage and Castiel would simply show up in whatever room she’s in with a bucket and a wash rag and set to work.

By morning she’d always be herself. 

A thought. His lips turn down into a frown as he remembers he’s never told Castiel about her. How he, a Grand Marquis of Hell, found friendship and comfort in the little demon, and allowed her to drag him into this so called family.

Perhaps tomorrow he would tell Castiel that story. But for now, he allows his eyes to close and a dreamless sleep to take him. 

[becausewehaveto]

Closed// hiitsteamfreewill

“I swear, Cas. That costume was from a loooong time ago. It used to be cool.”

[becameapyre]

@hi-its-teamfreewill  liked for a lyrical starter No Curtain Call - Maroon 5

    ❝ running right into the flame, rather than running away.  ❞

[tohavelost]

@hi-its-teamfreewill​ liked for a starter from linda

    ❝ it’s entirely reasonable to be upset. ❞

[sherunsfastermoved]

@hi-its-teamfreewill​ asked:  ‘  your  life  is  supposed  to  expand .  your  bed  is  supposed  to  have  enough  room  for  someone  else  and  when  that  someone  comes  along ,  it’s  your  job  to  let  them  in .  ’ from the hidden bodies meme

            ❝ it’s taken a long time for me to open up to anyone else. to ever want to be vulnerable in that way again. you have to understand that i had my heart shattered. that without imprinting i would have had a family with sam... with everything that happened after i lost him, how much of a freak i felt... i didn’t think i wanted to open myself up to more pain. but you came along and -- i don’t think it’s too much to ask to want to take things slow. ❞

[sherunsfastermoved]

@hi-its-teamfreewill​ asked:  ‘  if  you’re  jacking  off  right  now  i  just  wanna  let  you  know  i  support  you .  ’  from another popular text post meme

         shocked by his wording, leah pulled herself off the floor in front of her closet to open the door for him and try to understand where that had come from with some nonverbal cues.  ❝ that’s not what it’s called when girls do... that, cas. and -- why would you assume that’s what i was doing? i’m trying to reorganize the cabin and get rid of stuff i don’t need or want.  ❞

[sherunsfastermoved]

@hi-its-teamfreewill​ asked:  ‘  i  get  my  news  from  the  only  reliable  source :  cryptic  symbolism  in  my  dreams .  ’ from another popular text post meme

             ❝ how do you know you’re interpreting it correctly? plus, if you’re not looking for the news how does your subconscious get ahold of it. your system seems a little flawed.  ❞