#socalledrighteousman

[coelestis-salvator]

"You're so cute when you're half asleep like this." (socalledrighteousman)

“Shhh..” Cas mumbled, waving a hand in Dean’s general direction. “I’m- watching the same thing, and Deaaaan…”

[coelestis-salvator]

Kissed for socalledrighteousman

Bicep

“Dean..” Cas snorted softly at the kiss, watching Dean as those green eyes locked with his own. “You’re silly,” he accused, a small grin forming as he gave Dean a quick, sweet kiss on the lips. “But that’s okay, because I love it.”

[itsinthelore]

Silence Between Them [Closed]

@socalledrighteousman

Sam has never heard particularly well. Ever since he was small he had to watch peoples mouths closely to understand what they said to him. This made things harder for him not just in school, but on hunts as well- in the dark, he couldn’t hear the whispered directions. Dean was always patient with him, and the two started learning sign language to communicate simple ideas to each other through the day, little things to bring them closer.

After Hell, those skills came in handy. After the wall came down, after he remembered what Lucifer did in the cage, Sam went completely silent. Even years later he still couldn’t speak. Doctors said he would likely be mute forever, that he was lucky to have such a good brother to take care of his mute and hard of hearing self. The concept made Sam angry- he could still communicate with Dean just fine, even if others didn’t understand. Life was harder now, but his life wasn’t over. He didn’t need Dean to completely care for him like a child. 

The two made their lives work. They still hunted, though differently. They still kept each other close, more so than before. Sometimes things were harder than before, but that was their lives, and Sam was okay with that.

He just never expected it to get any harder.

Sam was able to hear his brother stumbling around- something he knew meant he was injured, and fairly badly. He clapped in concern, rushing to the source of the sound, needing to let his brother know he was worried while he wasn’t in his sight. 

[its-just-suicide-blog]

Annoyances (3.28.16)

Fucking hell am I annoyed. Okay SK I'm at school and it's early, not even 8am and I'm here sitting with my "friends" yeah well the puns have started and they're talking abut fucking nerdy as shit and I don't give a fuck. If I could I wouldn't even sit with them I hate them I'm so sick of it. Its terrible. Like they're voices are shit. Not to mention they're complete and utter dicks to me. Yeah I'm calling you friends? Sure

[justifiedxfreak]

Accidents Happen ||socalledrighteousman

Sam sat alone at the doning table, hunched over as he ate a measly bowl of cereal. He was too tired to even try to cook a decent meal. He felt sick. School was bringing him down, the only thing that was keeping him sane was his big brother. He had finished his nightly homework long ago. It was senior year, so the eighteen year old wasn’t too worried about much of anything. He just felt so sore and uncaring. Incomplete.

Oh...that’s why.

He missed Dean.

[coelestis-salvator]

He’d just been trying to find his way home. That was all that ran through his head; go back to the bunker, bunker is safe, bunker has Sam and Dean, Sam and Dean are safe, Sam and Dean are family.

Castiel hadn’t been human that long, knew he didn’t like it. The strong emotions, the lack of healing or his wings. God, he missed those black beauties despite all the scars and featherless spots and the memories they brought.

What he didn’t count on, however, was being cornered by a large group of men demanding money, armed to the teeth. He didn’t understand the cold pit in his stomach. He tried to explain -- he was new at being human, he didn’t have money yet. Of course, they didn’t take his word for it.

When they left the ex angel alone, he was sprawled on his back, bloody gashes covering any visible patch of smooth skin and nearly the entirety of his leg and chest, clothing ripped up. He knew he couldn’t feel his leg very well, his vision was getting black around the edges and his once tan-ish face was now a sickly pale.

The last thing he managed to do with what little strength he had left was dial Dean’s number, slurring out where he was, trailing off right as he finished when his visions went black.

[coelestis-salvator]

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Castiel loves him, no doubt about it. Dean’s one of the strongest men Cas knows, and he fell for the humans for a reason; The Righteous Man. He’s followed him to the ends of the Earth, and he’d he’d do it again in a heartbeat if Dean even asked him to.

[puppyeyeswinchester-archive]

@socalledrighteousman Sam felt so awkward in such a flashy outfit. Did this even classify as underwear? Blushing, he tried covering himself with a blanket but he knew that once Dean came back to the bunker he'd want to see Sam in all his "glory".