#obsessionofspn

[obsessionofspn]

Supernatural is carved into my very soul and it will remain there until my mortal body has reached its end and my soul departs to wherever is next. And maybe even then it will still be engrained in my soul—to The Beyond, to The After, to The Other, to The Nothing, to The Something.

I will never escape the hold this show has on me

[casbadass]

Hi! I really love your blog and I saw you were doing an spnfamily. Can I be human Cas in your spn family?

Yup, added. Thank you! :)

Join my Spn Family?

[ned-the-cry-maker]

I was tagged by fandomsandnewsweaters

Rule One: Always post the rules

Rule Two: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones

Rule Three: Tag 11 people and link them to the post

Rule Four: Actually tell them you tagged them.

Rule Five: Tag the person who tagged you.

1. Do you have a crush on any fictional characters? Who?

Oh, lord, so many. To start with, both Winchesters, Charlie, Kevin, Benny, Jody Mills and practically every other goddamn character in the show; same goes for teen wolf (practically every single character); and basically everyone ever that I've ever read about/watched. But, yeah, especially Sammykins and two very special, stubble-y men named Derek and Chris.

2. What do you want to be when you grow up / what are you and why?

I'd love to work in the film or theatre industry. Any aspect of it - acting, script-writing, costume, hair, makeup, set, tech, the lot. I'd also really love to be an author or editor.

3. If you saw in only one color for the rest of your life which color would you want to see in and why?

Probably green, bc it's such a bright colour, but i can represent a whole range of moods and shit.

4. Any stories you’ve wanted to write but haven’t been able to?

God, just about everything, ever. I'm pretty sure I have twelve or thirteen unfinished novels just sitting on my desktop.

5. If you could make a hybrid of any two animals what would it be?

Ooh, fun question! Prolly a cat and a bird of some sort. You know, just a fluffy, feline head with little bird legs stickin' out the bottom.

6. What’s your lucky/favorite number?

Basically anything odd. But I really like nine or three.

7. If you could be any animal, fictional or not, what would it be and why?

A gryphon or hippogriff of some sort, so I could get the whole flying lion/horse kinda thing.

8. Do you want to get married? Why?

Yes, I do, primarily for the dress. And also bc I have a dream to put my bridesmaids in really groovy tuxes.

9. Do you have kids? If so what would you name them?

No, I consider myself a liiiittle bit too young for kids. Just y'know, by ten years, or so. Names are picked out, though: Charlie, Gabriel/Gabrielle, Matthias.

10,Do you consider yourself Too Nice, Not Nice Enough, or Just Right? Why?

Sometimes I'm awkwardly nice and sometimes I'm actually a helpful kind of nice, but most of the time I'm just tired and bitchy.

BONUS:

12. Would you call yourself observant? Why?

No, not really. I miss so much shit, it's actually problematic sometimes.

MY QUESTIONS ARE:

1. Describe your favourite item in your closet.

2. Do you wear glasses?

3. What do you think is the best movie adaptation you've ever seen?

4. Have you ever played spin-the-bottle?

5. What is your favourite meal?

6. Do you play any instruments? If so, what?

7. What colour are your eyes?

8. Tell me about the room in your house/apartment/wherever which you use the most.

9. Pizza or pasta?

10. Can you sing all of 'Bohemian Rhapsody', including guitar/drums/piano/backup? Even if you can't, do it. Do it right now. I don't care who's listening

11. What's your favourite type of flower?

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[holyfingeringhell-blog]

Quote: "Don't be a salad, be the best goddamn broccoli you could ever be." - Pewdiepie

that freakING QUOTE! PEWDS IS AWESOME!!!

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[fangirlonamission]

Thank you so much for following me! I hope you have an overly obsessive day! :)

haha, that i definitely will. xoxo:*

[lamestarroyco]

#4 destiel :)

this is mind reading not telepathy oops same thing

The first time Cas hears it, he thinks its one of the other angels trying to contact him. But then he realizes the voice is distinctly Dean. 

Fuck him, and that stupid hair and his stupid eyes.

Cas glances over to where Dean is flipping through a book, just catching him as he moves his eyes back down to the pages, pretending not to be staring at Cas. Cas squints at him, sitting in the chair next to him and leaning towards him.

Fuck what the hell is he doing.

"Personal space, Cas." Dean mutters without looking up from his book. Cas continues to stare at him, although he leans away from Dean.

Shit, i am not blushing. I do not blush.

Cas quirks a smile at that, and doesn't realize he let out a laugh until Dean is looking up at him. 

"What's so funny?" 

Those dumbass lips, who the fuck does he think he is fucking smiling like that. 

"Dean, I think I can hear your thoughts." 

This time Dean really does blush. 

Do the thing!

[kenkanekl]

obsessionofspn replied to your post “I feel like writing really badly…does anyone have any requests? i’ll...”

Destiel college AU where Dean goes to parties almost every night and on one such night, Dean's friend Anna brings along her nerdy and introverted little brother, Castiel, who has never been to a party before. Dean and Cas become fixed on one another.

woah that's quite the mouthful hmmm i'll think about that... I was thinking writing more as in like poetry or something lmao but i'll see

[hisfallencastiel-blog]

Hello darling I have a prompt for you but it's kinda terrible: dark!dean goes to far and when he realizes what he is becoming he has a breakdown and Cas comes to try to comfort him.

I hope you guys don’t all hate me after this.. In my defense, it’s 11:30 at night and I’m super tired and I remembered I forgot to do this and I wanted to get this done now and bleh. Just go read. And please don’t hate me.

It was done. After months and months of searching, Dean had found and killed Abaddon. Not to mention Crowley, and the countless other demons who had tried to stop him. It was done. Dean should have been happy, jumping for joy. It was all over. He should be celebrating. But he wasn’t.

Something dark was spreading within him. Something he had no idea how to face, and even less of an idea how to defeat. Someone was behind him, calling his name. He knew that voice, but try as he might, he couldn’t figure out who owned the voice.

“Dean? Are you okay?” The voice asked timidly. It was then that the darkness made Dean turn, facing the owner of the voice.

In the back of Dean’s mind, he saw it was Sam. He wanted to be relieved. Sammy was okay. He had survived. But a larger, darker piece was spreading, taking control of Dean.

He raised an arm, Dean unaware, sending Sam flying backward. “Dean’s not here anymore,” came a cruel and malicious voice.

“Dean,” Sam panted, struggling to pry himself from the wall. “I know you’re in there.” His voice echoed around the silent walls of the warehouse, paint peeling and nearly collapsed.

Dean moved forward, the Blade still gripped tightly in his grasp. “That’s where you’re wrong, Sammy.” The once green eyes closed, and when they reopened, they were as black as the night falling outside.

“No.” Sam breathed, barely audible. “NO!” He screamed. “DEAN!”

Dean, or what was left of him, fought against the monster holding him hostage in his own mind. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t break free. It was useless. “It is pointless to fight me, Dean. I am you, you are me. We are one. I am your true nature. Just.. Helping you realize your potential.”

Dean was inches away from Sam now, Blade in one hand, the other propping him up against the wall. “It’s useless to fight it, Sam. You’re going to die here. And you’re going to watch as your big brother does it.”

“No.” Sam panted. Dean would fight it. He would win. Wouldn’t he?

Dean shrugged, his eyes blacker than before, if that was even possible. “Dean wants to kill you. You were always a terrible brother. Only looking out for yourself. You always left Dean behind. Poor old Dean. Tsk tsk.”

I wouldn’t do the same for you. The words echoed around Dean’s mind, hitting Dean like a blow to the gut. Memories and thoughts of Sam leaving him bounced around his mind. Sam leaving for Stanford, Sam ditching him for Ruby, even recollections from when Zachariah had sent him to the future, when Sam had said yes to Lucifer. Every single time in the last 30 years when Sam had left Dean in the cold.

“You always thought you were better than Dean, didn’t you?” Dean said, moving into Sam’s space. “Well, who’s the weak one now?” He bellowed, landing a punch into Sam’s gut.

“Please, Dean..” Sam’s voice was weak, broken, pathetic.

“How many times do I have to tell you? Dean isn’t here anymore.” With that final word, Dean sank the Blade into the stomach of Sam, the life slowly fading from his eyes.

“Dean, NO!” A forlorn cry sounded from behind Dean, moments too late. Dean spun around.

“Ah, Castiel. How nice of you to join us.” Dean smiled cruelly, flicking a hand halfheartedly, sending Castiel crashing to the ground, feet away. “Whoops.”

He sauntered over, punching Castiel in the jaw. “Dean.. Stop..” Castiel said brokenly, looking up at Dean. “This isn’t you.”

Dean blinked slowly. “Yes it is.” With a kick, Cas fell forward, grasping his stomach. “What’s the matter, angel? Oh no.. Is your Grace fading?” His words reeked of  sarcasm. “Is it burning you up? That must really  suck.” His arm raised, high above his head, Blade held tightly in his grasp.

“Dean, don’t do this.” He said, grasping at the hem of Dean’s shirt. “Dean, I need you. I need you here. Don’t do this.”

A memory erupted in Dean’s mind, one moment shockingly similar to this one. One where he had sat, in front of Castiel, trying against all odds to free him or the bind the angels had placed.

“Cas.. This isn’t you.. Please.. We need you,” Dean had begged. “I need you.”  Castiel had dropped his blade. So why couldn’t Dean?

Dean raged against the darkness consumed him. He had just lost Sam. He would not loose Cas too. His arm remained in the arm, not lowering, but not striking. They were at a standstill.

“Dean. I love you. Please, just put down the Blade. We can fix this. Together.”

Dean’s mind raced, and he let out an ear shattering scream. A war raged within his mind. A small part, truly Dean screaming to save Cas. A larger, darker part fighting to destroy him.

Dean had to stop this. This was Cas.  Cas, who had been there for him through so much. Cas, who had risen him from Hell. Cas, who had helped them stop Lucifer. Cas who had pulled Dean’s brother from Hell. Cas, who had run from Dean in Purgatory to save his life. His mother was right. Angels were watching over him-or, at least one was.

The Blade clattered to the floor, a single thought filling Dean’s mind. No. He would not  kill Castiel.

The darkness retreated, something-or someone, breaking the trance it had placed Dean in. “Cas?” he whispered, sinking to the ground. He casting a long, forlorn look at Sam. “I-I killed him. Why did I do that? Cas, I killed Sam.”

“No, Dean. That wasn’t you.” Castiel’s voice was commanding, even as he reached for Dean and pulled him closer. “That wasn’t you.” He spoke softer now.

“Stop, Cas.” Dean fought him off halfheartedly. “I killed Sam.. And I almost killed you. This is all my fault.”

Cas held him tightly. “Shh.. Dean, it’s all going to be okay.”

“I’m a monster, Cas, can’t you see that? I don’t deserve okay.” He reached to his belt, pulling his knife loose, and pressed the cold metal into Castiel’s grip. “I deserve this.” He looked at Cas beggingly. “Please. Monsters are hunted and killed. I’m a monster. You have to do this.”

“I won’t, Dean.”

“Why?” Dean begged.

“Because.. I-I love you.”

Dean’s heart stopped. How long had he dreamt of hearing those words? Forever and a day. And now that he heard them, he didn’t know what to say. “I-I..”

“It’s okay, Dean. I know.” He took Dean’s hand, the one which had held the Blade, and linked it with his own, before kissing the knuckles softly. “You are most certainly not a monster. And I love you.”

Dean buried his head in Castiel’s shoulder, melting into his touch. “I love you, too.” He whispered softly.

***

It was three weeks later when Dean stood at the end of a grave, Sammy’s grave, a familiar necklace in his hand. “Heya, Sammy.”

He sat on the ground in front of the grave. He hadn’t been able to burn Sam’s corpse. It had taken everything in him not to try and bring him back, and he knew he couldn’t bare the thought of burning him, hunter or not. So, he had been buried.

“I-I’m sorry, Sammy. This is all my fault. I-I should have listened to you. I didn’t take the Blade seriously. You paid the cost, and I am so sorry. I just hope you found Ash’s bar again.. Maybe Ellen, Jo and Bobby found it by now.. Maybe Mom and Dad did too.” His fingers traced patterns in the soft dirt. He cleared his throat, rubbing the tears from his eyes. He would not cry. “I, uh, found this in your room.”

He held out the amulet that Sam had given him as a child for a Christmas present. The same amulet that Castiel had tried to find God with. The same amulet Dean had thrown away, when the search had failed.

“I didn’t know that you saved it. I guess you got it from the garbage, or something.” He twisted the necklace uncomfortably. “I think I’m going to wear it again.. Y’know, to honor your memory and all that crap.”

He chuckled wryly. A voice called Dean from a few feet away. “Dean? I was wondering if you wanted to get something to eat? I know you haven’t eaten anything today, so don’t even think about lying to me.”

Dean smiled down at the grave. “I gotta go, Sammy. Me and Cas.. We’re, uh, together now. I guess. Yeah, yeah.. I know what you’re thinking. ‘Bout damn time.”

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