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Caaaasssssssss, I want a cat.

“Then we should get a cat.”

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a million things could be said in one’s final breath.

goodbye i’m sorry remember me i love you

or perhaps something else. but what about the entire universe? oh, but that’s the thing.

the universe, in it’s whole infinity, holds two that are not. one would think, with shared frequencies and paths of wavelengths, there could be an eternity somewhere in this story. unfortunately, there isn’t, and with as far as they have gotten, it seemed like there should have been. but ‘could have been’ and ‘should have been’ doesn’t give you that kind of ending.

( there is no more room for comets. )

castiel and jimmy didn’t expect that when they read the camp chitaqua sign, it would be for the last time. for one of them anyway. the mission was simple: a supply run. two volunteers for the last go of the night. there were no planned attacks after lucifer. no defending the camp from croats. just...a supply run. not very heroic, is it? not very grandiose. but that’s just how it is. when comets die, there’s no grand explosion, there’s no burst of new light. only death. because when the cards are stacked against you, and it’s the devil’s hand, there’s no time for cosmic traversing. the effects are permanent.

it felt like only a moment ago they were singing in the jeep. a tune of timelessness in a world of destruction. something to soften the hard truth of what has become in all of them. and what lay ahead of them was a winding road with headlights that reach as far as a stretch and a yawn, and a sky the color of holocene bruises. but flash forward and the sky is a threatening dark void as endless as the asphalt. where are the stars? well where do they go when the world has collapsed and comets aren’t comets anymore?

c r o a t o a n s

they weren’t there and then they were. not even out with enough time to accumulate supplies and jimmy and castiel are within minutes of being completely surrounded. there is nothing in the croats’ eyes, nothing to show they were once human, and now they turn to the only two bright beacons within the vicinity. panic begins to arise in castiel. in his mind, none of them are going to come out of this alive. unless...

“ head for the car. ”

castiel’s voice follows jimmy, who’s already ahead. it’s a kind of betrayal to keep silent about the plan. but castiel has no other choice. there was no time to discuss any further action and jimmy wouldn’t have left cas’ side if he knew.

“ i’m right behind you. ”

as soon as this is spoken, cas heads in a different direction to divert the humans turned monsters. remember those last words in the beginning? it’s in this moment castiel is thinking of them -- of jimmy. all of those and he picks the last line to whisper to himself so that those words are out there in the atmosphere. so that those words exist. even if jimmy can’t hear them.

castiel sticks his thumb in the ring and pulls.

jimmy is in view of the jeep and turns to say something when he sees it.

the explosion.

“ how could you? ”

the impact of the comet colliding with the planet.

“ you idiot. ”

the building brightly lit against the forever of the night.

“ you promised you wouldn’t leave me again. ”

the moments they had that are now their last.

there wouldn’t be that final chance to be in each other’s arms. it’s all over.

#swordofthursday #( ex nihilo; perihelion. )#aRE /YOU/ fEELING IT //N O W// MR KRABS?????????#okay listen #i had like three ideas on how this could go #so.#this isn't over.

people thinking cas and jimmy are identical twins when theyre out in public. jimmy gets a huge kick out of it and indulging all the teenage girls who want to take selfies with them. cas doesn't really get it, and jimmy thinks it's adorable (✿◠‿◠)

SDKLHGDKFLHG

OH MY GOD YES

we need to do the thing! as soon as cas comes back so i can actually write

#in which pillow;#headcanons for cas #swordofthursday #inquired;

Dean never asked for this.

You think Dean Winchester went out in some dank alley looking to get turned by a goddamn vampire ? Of course not. This isn't his fault.

Castiel doesn't know what he's talking about. How could he ? He's an angel, sculpted under the scrutiny of the same guy who’d thought it was a good idea to lock all of the monsters away in a place worse than hell, even if they never acted on their impulses. Dean should never have expected any better from him.

But it's not just Cas he's disappointed in. Sam's the one who never pulled that renegade blood sucker off of him - hell, he practically sat & watched it happen ! Who does he think he is, leaving him like this ? Letting himself be persuaded by a stoic ass muncher like Castiel.

Angel of the Lord. Ha.

What a fucking prick.

But Dean's taken it upon himself to even out the situation. Cas thinks he can talk his brother into leaving him ? Well it's only fair that Cas himself gets docked one man. Not only was Sam his brother, he was his best friend, his right hand man, his partner in crime. Dean's never had much, but he's always had Sam.

But Cas doesn't have much either, being an angel. Dean's getting back at him the only way he knows how, and by soiling the one thing he's ever really had.

Maybe it's unjust, or immoral, or cruel of him to turn an innocent like Jimmy Novak, but Dean's red with rage & he's not thinking clearly. He doubts Jimmy is either - it's probably hard to think with a vampire threatening to kill you. Dean's teeth are bared, and he's got Jimmy caught on the floor, and there's a bruise blossoming over the man's left cheekbone from a punch Dean had swung when he'd refused to sit still. The knife Dean had used to slice himself open is laying discarded a few feet away, and the wound in the palm of his hand is weeping blood steadily.

❝ If you're gonna blame anyone for this - ❞

Dean starts as he wipes his hand across Jimmy's lips. His prey squirms, and he smears it across his cheek, but he knows by his third try that he's got it into his mouth.

❝ -- Blame Castiel. ❞

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"Deeeaaaaaan. Pet my hair."

Dean hums absentmindedly, keeping his eyes glued to the television. His team's losing four to seven, and with the game already wrapping up, there's little that could grab his full attention. He raises his arm and wraps it around Jimmy's shoulders, furrowing his brow as his batter swings, and purses his lips when he smacks another foul.

❝ Goddamn White Sox. ❞

He mutters, sighing as he begins to thread his fingers through Jimmy's hair.

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