#moonlightdean

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things i need in my life: • a deanbenny net • a net for dean in suits appreciation

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Happy Birthday Tori!!! ( pt. 2 ) 

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i’m too tired to write a fic but basically @lovelybenny asked for smth based on this post and this post but since i’m tired imma just drop a few headcanons about benny and charlie being Best Bros Forever:

benny is an old schooler who still can’t believe that charlie is such a fucking wizard and he makes it a point to appreciate her skills whenever possible and goddamn it no one’s complimented charlie so much in a long time

charlie decides she wants to teach him some basic stuff but damn them amazeballs benny is so?? intellectual?? he quickly picks up how computers work and he’s great with navigating websites almost as easily as dean and charlies so proud of him 

charlie makes it a point to tell benny that he would make a great electrical engineer, benny blushes, but also almost considers a vocational course and a job

benny starts calling charlie “coach” and i just died

they talk. a lot. turns out they both love poetry and argue about how much literature has changed from oscar wilde to richard siken and how the upsurge of haikus in the 1970s could/not be called “revamping” it

they both hate on trump together!!!!!

charlie is, obviously, v interested in different realms and she was first reluctant to ask benny abt purgatory but benny is so kind and open he tells her whatever she wants to know, and somewhere along the way is PTSD reduces a lot

charlie helping benny come to terms with this sexuality

benny teaching charile how to cook = food fights 

charlie teaching benny keyboard = PC games

video game wars

benny is a bike kinda guy and loves to take charlie out on fast-paced rides

benny gives great haircuts okie by e

also knows how to pick up them women (not that he needs to bc he has dean but charlie is still hopelessly single)

NOW, for the showstopper: BENNY + LARPING

charlie quickly discovers having a buff bodyguard by her side is a plus point

benny teaching charlie how to fight and charlie teaching benny wartime/political/diplomatic strategies 

oK but they don’t even go out of the bunker most of the time, they create their own LARP universe inside.

dean and charlie’s and benny’s kingdoms. they have contests ad stuff like who makes the best pie, who has the best aim, water balloon fights

LISTE N,,,,PRANKS 

sam is rolling his yes and cas is tilting his head and u kno it

benny and charlie understanding each other’s need for space yet to feel like they belong :’)))))

h u g s and forehead kisses

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chop, chop there goes a branch                 falling in an empty forest, like that time he tried to fly. and fell and broke more than just his ribs, oh well.

chop, chop, pick up the mess, keep growing. cut down pieces of him make firewood from his fragments, he always burned so bright, go on, take some more: he’s always open to being torn apart to keep his love warm.

chop, chop, autumn freezes over when he cries tears of blood for all the times his rage turned into a forest fire an earthquake, a natural disaster- natural, because he was born with the skin of a landslide, collapsing at the speed of the birds that tried to rest in his chest but then flew away, leaving parts of him hollow, empty homes.

chop, chop, he’s scarred all over, from that time he thought he could write love on himself if he bled enough. the rain cries with him. but, oh, when the wind blows and his bent form dances in happiness- even spring can’t resist his charm

chop, chop, you can’t break him.

-  splintered blossoms | vans.

Supernatural Poetry Challenge | @bennyandthevamps vs wintersdean (bennylaffite)

Theme: Nature | Prompt: Trees 

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SPN Song Creations Challenge | bennylaffite ↳ Prompt: Indian Music- Flight by Anoushka Shankar

(completely unnecessary but you should read it anyway) author’s note: i legit swore to myself that for this prompt i would take anything but a bollywood song (bc india has such a huge variety of cultural music!! but i won’t go all nerd about it) and decided to go with this classical piece of art by Anoushka Shankar, from her album Traces Of You. since it doesn’t have lyrics you can listen to it to your heart’s content ;)

i. what happens when an angel falls? does the earth shake, rivers run out of tears to cry; does a piece of the moon fall from eden, lost to gravity? (it doesn't feel like that, castiel has realized.) what happens when an angel becomes human? does wildfire reign, choking on smoke and divine rage; do angels weep, shattering church windows with the echoes of their cries? (it doesn't feel like that, castiel has realized.)

ii. (it feels like his bones are too sharp for his skin. it feels like being reborn a ghost of who he used to be. it feels like burying a hell in his chest.)

iii. he's standing at the roof of a two storey building, trying to remember the time he used to sit atop mountain peaks and make wind with his wings. (the breeze doesn't bow down before him anymore, and the hills seem to have forgotten him.) the ghost of his grace claws at his shoulders, his neck, his heart. he stands on the roof of a two storey building, and he used to be so bright, but it hurts to look at the sun now.

iv. he looks for light within himself (searches and searches.) but all he sees at every corner is darkness. shadows calling out to him, as if he's one of them. he's not, he's not.

v. (he realizes he's been the light all along.)  

- not all angels have wings | vans.

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ONE. { BENJAMIN }: i. ἀέρινος, aerial; light blue or grey do you think they're grey? or the color of the sky, just after sunrise, the clouds lost in the open sky. can you hear the birds laughing at their mischief? ii. γλαυκός, gleaming; later, of eyes, blue or grey how does the twilight feel when the sun loses another fight? and the moon feels too tired to rise again the same battle, another day- and there he stands, lost eyes, lost feet, lost soul somewhere between light and dark: monster or man? tell me, is he a monster or a man because his kisses do seem intent on taking my breath away.

TWO. { CASTIEL }: i. οὐράνιος, heavenly; sky-blue there's an ocean in my backyard resting in his eyes as he naps underneath the olive tree the leaves bending towards the light looking for another fruit of eden to quench their thirst. ii. χαροπότης, bright; light blue; sky blue and, yes, i do believe that heaven's tears flow in those eyes and i dare say i found religion in the way he worships my body: gentle hunger in every touch.

THREE. { A LITTLE NOTE FROM THE POET }: i. καλάινος, turquoise-colored three souls sail into the sea of love. ii. κυάνεος, dark-blue, glossy, (of the swallow, the deep sea); dark or black we drown together.

- { IN WHICH DEAN IS A POET AND SEEMS TO HAVE FORGOTTEN THE WORD “BLUE” } | vans. | inspired by this post, for @lovelybenny 

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dean looked at benny, the way his the blue in his eyes faded to grey, like an ocean kissing the clouds. the way he was always so open, so ready to be so human despite thinking of himself as nothing more than a monster. he traced the laugh lines along his eyes and the sadness lining his smile, and thought, how brave this man must be, to be so shamelessly kind.

benny looked over at dean, taking in the guarded way he held himself, his hands calloused as if they had held raw pain, his fingers broken from where they had tried to hold on, the blood of his loved ones weighing him down till his shoulder blades seemed to cave in on himself. the forest he would get lost in every time he looked into his eyes, a forest in which dean himself hid, oh so often. benny wanted to tell him, i want to reach you. make a trail through the trees that guard your heart and show you how beautiful you look with the sunlight framing your face.

words weren’t made for them, but they try to say them anyway: in every “i hope you’re doing okay” ; “you should take care of yourself” ; “i’ll stay as long as you like” ; “lemme take care of that” ; “would you like some dinner?”

and they would look at each other like that, like everything they said really meant something deeper. like every time benny would run his hands through dean’s hair and dean would touch benny in small subtle ways. little reminders that they both were here. that what they have was theirs. and it was real.

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