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1. Favourite show? - SuperWhoLock
2. Last Movie you watched? - Warm Bodies
3. Favourite food? - An Mexican food
4. Who is your role model? - Misha Collins and my daddy and Catherine Tate
5. Favourite book that you have read? - The Thief of Always
6. Favourite Blog? -
7. Least favourite show? - Big Bang Theory. sorry guys.
8. Who is your favourite female character? - Charlie Bradbury
9. Favourite video game? - Kingdom Hearts
10. What kind of music do you like? - PRetty much anything
11. What do you want to do in life? - Be happy
1. Favorite TV character? The Doctor or John Watson
2. First celeb crush? Oh god. Leonard Nimoy
3. Last thing you ate? cafe rio salad
4. A word you really hate? totes
5. Your idol? mishaaaa
6. Favorite show? SuperWhoLock
7. Last thing you read? An Abundance of Katherines
The first two weeks after Castiel's eyes are burned out by Metatron, Dean doesn't leave his side.
Dean lets Castiel hold on to the crook of his elbow when Cas needs to walk to the bathroom;
Dean sleeps in the crappy motel chair next to the bed where Cas sleeps, ready to wake up at any moment if Cas needs him.
A month after Castiel loses his sight, he's beginning to feel useless.
"I can't do anything, Dean," he says quietly, "I am of no use to you and Sam anymore."
"Don't say that, Cas," Dean responds, "You're our friend. We need you. We're gonna get your grace back, and you can heal your eyes. I promise."
Castiel doesn't believe him.
Two months after, Castiel is having a nightmare.
"Cas. Cas!"
Castiel wakes. He's shaking, gasping for air. "Dean! Dean, where are you?" He frantically reaches his hand out into the dark.
"I'm right here, Cas," Dean says, "I'm right here." He grabs Castiel's hand as he sits on the side of the bed. Dean moves Cas' hand to his face, where Cas can feel Dean's scratchy stubble. "It's me."
Castiel breathes deeply, running his fingers along every inch of Dean's face.
"I put you back together," Castiel murmurs. "You were broken, and I fixed you. I raised you from hell. I know every inch of you by heart." It sounds like a confession.
"I know," Dean says, placing his hand over Cas'.
"Not only am I powerless now, I cannot even help you hunt," Castiel sighs. "I am nothing to you. Why do you keep me here?"
well im loving this!! nice to see you on my dash! (also protip don't say the phrase "i can dig" or "i dig" to a destiel fan. Once you read twist and shout you'll understand. XD ) LOVE YOU
now you KNOW that I am going to not be able to stop myself from saying that even more right
Yes, but just so we are clear, I will be writing your finals in a glorious Liberace Type Robe, wearing Gene Simmons Kiss Makeup and I will throw Canned Smelt at people who look at me.
