#tyolssen

[achillestiel]

i have lived for millennia soared among the stars up high delved into oceans deep for all the wonders seen the worlds explored the lives touched my life never began until we collided you gave me life

without you i would be mere dust | c.f

[achillestiel]

Wings On Painted Wind [2/?]

AN: Mentions one sided Ezekiel/Castiel. 

Virginia was unlike any place Dean had been to before. The vast land was covered in deep green trees and it seemed like there was no one else around for hundreds of miles. Dean had many things on his travels but many of them had gaudy and dramatic. Virginia really was a new world to him.

“It’s incredible.” Breathed out Adam as he took in the view from the deck of the ship. “Can you believe this is all ours?”

“I couldn’t care if it looked like the Governor’s bare arse, I’m getting off this damn ship.” Jo muttered darkly as she stomped past. Being at sea with men for the past few months had done nothing to lighten Jo’s attitude. If anything she was even more cutting than she had been at the start of the journey.

“Governor on deck!” someone called out. Dean stood to attention as Crowley made his way over, his eyes barely registering the other members of the crew.

“Winchester, a word.” Crowley said motioning over to his private quarters of the ship. Over the course of the journey Dean hadn’t shared many words with the Governor but it was expected for them to talk now that they were so close to the shore.

“Of course Governor.” Dean said striding over Crowley’s compartment. Crowley’s quarters were decorated in deep reds, heavy gold and a rich purple with velvet and silk dripping from most surfaces. It was not Dean’s taste at all but it reeked of the Governor.

Once inside Crowley sat down in a plush looking chair and reached for a glass of wine sitting on the nearest table. Dean couldn’t help but feel bitter as he and the other hadn’t even seen wine since leaving London. “We’re close enough to the shore to take the boats. I can scout the terrain and make sure our site is clear of natives.” Dean said assuming that this talk was one of business.  

“Yes, yes do all of that.” Crowley said with a flip of his hand. “Now, I am concerned about the natives Winchester. I don’t want them to cause us any trouble.”

“Governor if they are anything like the natives we’ve encountered in the past then don’t let your collar ruffle. My men and I will deal with it all.” Dean said. He and Sam alone had faced more than the average explorer and adding Benny to the mix made their crew even stronger.

“They are nothing like anything you have faced before Winchester.” Crowley said in a firm voice.

“Governor with all due respect-”

“These people, if I can even call them people, are deadly so you can show them no mercy.” Crowley pressed on, acting as though Dean even spoke. “They will know this land and they will use it against us. We will not let them win or take this treasure from us. Show them no mercy Winchester.”

“I never have Governor.” Dean said determinedly. Crowley gave him a dismissive nod and Dean took that as his cue to leave. Out on the deck the crew were crowding around the boats, desperate to leave the ship and head to shore. Jo looked as though she was ready to jump into the water. Dean could not have blamed her at all. Being at sea in cramped confinements was not a thing Dean would have recommended it any one.  

Upon landing on the shore Governor Crowley announced that the settlement and the riches found would be named after the king. His drawling speech went on for a very long time and Dean found himself growing bored very quickly. He was ready to get moving and explore the land. The forests were itching to be reconnoitred and Dean couldn’t get enough of the fresh smelling air. Once the Governor’s speech was over and his back was turned, Jo turned towards Dean, Sam and Benny with a mocking grin.

“Is anyone else surprised he did not name the town after himself?” She asked.

“Crowleyburg doesn’t really have the same ring to it as Jamestown.” Sam said as he too looked around the land. Dean could see in his brother’s eyes that he too was desperate to get out and explore.

“I was thinking more along the lines of Crowleyshire or Crowleychester.” Jo replied, the grin still spread across her face.

“Well that can be the next settlement.” Benny said shortly. “But this one ain’t going to be built if we stand here talking all day. Shovels out and let’s get digging.” He added much to the groaning of Jo, Sam and the others.

“That is exactly the type of order I want to hear.” Crowley said appearing as if out of nowhere. “Winchester, tell the men to break into groups. I want men digging in order to start on the fort, tents put up and supplies taken off the ship. The sun is nearly down after all.” Crowley said giving Dean the closest the man could probably get to a smile before leaving as soon as he arrived. Dean relayed the Governor’s message and soon the crew were busy either starting to build a fort, putting up tents to sleep in or bringing bags and barrels off the ship.

Dean took that to be his excuse to grab his musket, a few supplies and set off to scout out the land. 

~*~

When Castiel returned to the village with the news of the new arrivals he was met with shock and outrage. Their way of life had never been threatened in this way before and the people were scared. Wings ruffled angrily and eyes flashed with fear. Enraged voices filled the air as Castiel tried to do everything he could to calm his people.

"I will take some men to the river and observe them." Castiel called out over the din. Everywhere he looked he could see fear in his people's eyes. They needed a leader and with his father gone that role fell to Castiel. "We need to remain calm. Ezekiel we leave immediately." He said looking over at one of his fellow warriors. Ezekiel nodded his head and quickly gathered up the small group of warriors Castiel trusted.

Anael rushed over to Castiel as he prepared to leave. "What do you think they want?" She asked in a hushed tone. 

"I do not know but they wouldn't have travelled here if they did not want something." Castiel said while reaching for his blade. The blade may have been small but the silver it was made out of was laced with the grace of his people. There was no stronger weapon known to them and only a select number of people were granted to use them. 

"Be safe and do not get too close. We do not know enough about these people." Anael said leaning over to Castiel and placing a quick kiss on his cheek. "I need my best friend to return to us safely." She added before Ezekiel, Inias, Haniel and the other men came to Castiel's side. 

“We will bring Castiel back, there is no need to worry.” Inias said shooting Anna a smile that did not go unnoticed by Castiel. Anna’s cheeks redden but she nodded her head, probably to cover up the redness in her cheeks. Castiel gathered his men and they swiftly set out back towards the shore these strangers were calling their own.

In the short time the large boat had appeared it seemed whoever was on board had been busy. Already poor looking tents littered the ground, much space being taken up by a large tent adorned with heavy material. 

"Their chief?" Ezekiel asked when Inias pointed out the tent. 

"What sort of chief cares for his own needs before his people?" Castiel asked with a sniff. He may have been the son of their chief but Castiel lived like everyone else. There homes were all spacious and no one went without all they needed. 

"Castiel, you need to see this!" Haniel hissed from his position further along. Castiel hurried over to where Haniel was motioning to. A large pile of what looked like weapons lay by wooden barrels. "I can also see food and tools. These people intend to stay. What shall we do?"

"Nothing, we shall not attack without knowing more. We don’t even know if they mean to cause us harm yet." Castiel said. He and Haniel crept back over to the other men and they waited for Castiel's next order. "Ezekiel and Jophiel, you both fly over without being seen and gather more information. Find out what these men want. Haniel and Inias will return to the village and tell the people what you have seen. These people are making a home, they mean to stay but for what is unclear. We do not make a move at this moment." Castiel ordered.

"And you? What will you do?" Ezekiel asked placing a hand on Castiel's arm tenderly. They had fought alongside one another for a long time and they were close but despite Anael’s ideas Castiel would never see Ezekiel in that way.

"I will go through the forest. I need to know how much of our land they are claiming as their own."

"They have no right, land cannot be claimed." Haniel muttered. The men nodded in agreement and soon went their way.

The forest was alive over the arrival of these strangers. Leaves rustled angrily, the river thrashed against rocks and Castiel could barely hear his own thoughts over the din. The forest was angry over the new visitors.

Castiel had not been walking for long before he stopped suddenly, his heart bashing at his chest when he saw a long figure only several feet away from him. Castiel slid silently behind a tree and tried to gain a better look of the man. The man seemed to be scouting the land but he had yet to see or hear Castiel. The man was tall, taller than Castiel, with broad shoulders and the stance of a warrior. A weapon Castiel did not know the name of was in the man’s hands and Castiel had to wonder what his own weapon, the silver blade crafted using his grace, would do against the man’s weapon.

“Dean!” a voice called from the distance and Castiel whipped round to try and see the source of the noise. “Dean are you here?” the voice called again and soon the owner came into view. He barely looked older than a child. It took Castiel a moment to place the language the boy was speaking. English, a language not heard by his people before but the grace flowing through Castiel’s veins helped him to understand it.

“Dammit Adam, anyone could hear you if you come yelling through the trees.” The first man hissed rounding on the boy he had just called Adam. These people had unusual names. “There could be natives lurking anywhere.” The first man added. Castiel resisted the urge to laugh loudly. There was a ‘native’ not fifteen feet away from them and yet they had no idea.

“If any savages comes near me I’ll just blast them.” The boy called Adam said almost proudly and Castiel’s body reacted faster than his brain. He all but leapt out from his hiding place to lunge for the boy. That would not help at all though. Castiel was too near the amp these men were making and while his was skilled and strong he knew he could not so many when alone.

“Crowley wants us to start digging and make a fort. Your brother does not seem happy about that.”

“We’re explorers not builders, that’s why.” Dean explained.  

“We’re finishing setting up the tents, come and get some food with us then you can carry on walking through the trees. They aren’t going anywhere Dean. The rest of us can slave away with those shovels”

“You’ll be thankful I walked through them when it stops the natives attacking us.” The first man, Dean, said throwing his weapon over his shoulder and beginning to walk away. Castiel hid into the tree even further as the two men walked off, their conversation dying out until Castiel could no longer hear it. 

~*~                                                                                           

“They are making a fort?” Ezekiel cried out in anger. Castiel’s hut was full of his soldiers and council members, all of them looking furious at the news Castiel and his warriors returned with. “Jophiel and I saw their tools and supplies but we did not know what they were building.”

“I heard two of them talking about tents and forts.” Castiel explained. The council members all started muttering between themselves much to Ezekiel’s annoyance. He was never one to listen to council members.

“This is not their land, we must make them leave.” Haniel snapped.

“If we attack them they will kill us. These are not just men, I fear they may be warriors.” Castiel said. “I saw their weapons and they are prepared to kill us without a single thought.” He coughed slightly before raising his voice so it could be heard over the voice of the council members. “These people are not like us. The grace that we were blessed with doesn’t flow in their veins. They don’t hear the earth’s voices like we do and that makes them dangerous. No one is to act unless I say so.”

“You are young, boy, and do not know the horrors of the world.” Zachariah, a high member of the council said. Castiel looked over him with distaste.

“I’ve seen the horrors Zachariah and while my father is away I am your chief, you will do as I say.” Castiel said firmly. “Now no one is to go near these people until I say so.” The council was quiet but each nodded their heads. The elder members such as Zachariah, Uriel and Bartholomew each wore faces of disgust but there feelings went unspoken. From her seat next to Inias Anna gave Castiel a supportive smile. The council left leaving only Anael, Castiel and his warriors. Ezekiel was quick to make his feelings known.

“So we are not doing anything? We are letting these people think they can take this land?”

“No, we will not be doing nothing but if we attack now it could end in bloodshed. I will not have anyone die because of those people.” Castiel explained. “We shall watch them, observe them and learn their habits.”

“Like hunting? We watch the deer and learn their ways before we charge in.” Haniel said from his seat.

“Yes, like with hunting but we are not hunting these men. We just need to learn how they work before we make any decisions.”

“They are dangerous Castiel. They mean to kill us, why else would they bring weapons.”

“They would not use them if we give them reason not to.” Castiel pointed out. Ezekiel opened his mouth to speak but thought better of it. “I will go back out there and observe some more in the morning. I tonight everyone should sleep and we will make more plans once the sun is up.” Haniel and the others nodded their heads in agreement and soon left leaving only Castiel, Anna and Ezekiel.

“Could you give us a moment please Anael?” Ezekiel asked. Anael looked between them both with a questioning look but Castiel nodded his head. After a moment it was just him and Ezekiel. “I don’t agree with you plan but I will follow it.” Ezekiel said placing a hand on Castiel’s arm. “You are our leader and you have never given us reason to doubt you.”

“Thank you Ezekiel.”

“Before he left, your father…well…I spoke to him.”

“Ezekiel I cannot think about that with everything that is happening. I am sorry.” Castiel said quickly pulling arm from Ezekiel’s grasp. A downcast look fell over Ezekiel’s face at Castiel’s words. “I care about you deeply, please understand that, but I have to think for the village with these men on our shores. I am sorry.”

“I understand Castiel, I understand” Ezekiel said sadly as he turned and left the hut. Once he was left alone Castiel sank down onto the nearest seat and rested his head in his hands. He knew that his father would approve of a union between him and Ezekiel but they had fought alongside each other for so many years, Castiel felt that he would never feel the things for Ezekiel that Ezekiel felt for him. He was a good warrior and a friend, nothing more. Instead of waiting for Anael to return Castiel quickly changed into the cloth he wore to sleep in and extinguished the lights in his hut. He prayed that sleep would help guide him and give him answers. 

[phaidras]

do I have to watch arrow in order to watch the flash??

[achillestiel]

ab aeterno - from the breaking of the dawn a first breath gasped for until the closing of the night stars dying and the sky grieving adversus solem ne loquitor - for he is the one i follow even towards that unknown i do not know how it will end and to me that does not matter sub finem - we defied it all burning touches in the dark to the last cold touch before the light they screamed from the heavens for we were the heroes with purpose we declined for in the end we were just lovers bathed in starlight the halves of a defiant whole

acta deos numquam mortalia fallunt // mortal actions never deceive the gods // c.f

[achillestiel]

Wings on Painted Wind [1/?]

London, England. 1607.

The salty tang of the sea filled Captain Dean Winchester’s nose as he climbed out of the carriage, his younger brother just a step behind him. Past the crowds of people, many sailors and their families, the breath taking sight of Dean’s home for the next several months sat proudly. Dean had grown up around ships but the sight of the masts and rigging still tugged at something within Dean.

“Coming on this voyage are you? Or are you going to stand there all day?” Sam, Dean’s younger brother and first mate on many journeys, said nudging Dean’s shoulder good-humouredly. While most sailors and travellers believed in talismans or prayers as their good luck charms on voyages Dean believed that his was his younger brother. They had been travelling together since Sam was old enough to be aboard a ship apart from the few years when he was sent away to boarding school. Dean didn’t talk about those years very often.

“Just taking her in Sammy, just taking her all in.” Dean replied with a playful grin as he shifted the weight of his bag from one shoulder to the other. “She’s going to be our home after all.” He added.

“It’s a ship Dean, we’ve been on many before.” Sam said, his look one of mockery.

Dean shrugged his broad shoulders. His gaze swept over the whole ship before his eyes settled on the name painted elegantly across the wood. “Susan Constant, the lady has a name.” he pointed out.

“As I said before; it’s a ship Dean, not a woman.”

“You have a lot to learn about both of those things Sammy. Treat a ship like a lady and she’ll never let you down.” Dean quipped.

“And what would you know about treating anyone or anything like a lady, huh brother?” a gruff voice called out over the noise of the sailors and families. A broad smile spread across Dean’s face when he turned to face the owner of the voice. The familiar sight of Lieutenant Benny Lafitte stood before him. Dean dropped his bag and pulled Benny into a hug.

“Benny my man! You joining us on this godforsaken trip too?” Benny had travelled with Dean on several voyages and two had fought side by side on numerous occasions. Benny’s gruff laugh was almost like the sound home to Dean.

“I can’t let you have all the fun my brother. Plundering the New World for her treasures? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Benny chuckled slinging his arm around Dean’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t miss a chance to sail again with Captain Dean Winchester.” He added almost mocking in a way. Dean scoff loudly as several people turned to stare. He was not a simple man by any means, no matter what Sam said in jest, and Dean knew that many of the people had heard the stories of his adventures. A wide-eyed blonde sailor who barely looked old enough to be aboard a ship was staring at him before being pulled into a strong looking hug by a woman Dean assumed was his mother.

“Careful, flattery will cause his head to become even bigger and he won’t be able to fit on the ship.” Sam said, snickering loudly at his own wit.

“From what I hear it ain’t the captain’s head we got to be worrying about.” Benny said letting go of Dean as they prepared to board the Susan Constant. “This Governor is as slimy as they come from the tales I’ve been told. Journey would be better being led by a rat.”

“Don’t let Governor Crowley hear you say that, he’s well thought of is certain company.” Said a smooth sounding female voice. A young blonde had appeared beside the three men during Benny’s comment towards the Governor.

“That company being?” Dean asked.

“His own, of course.” The blonde said with a wicked grin as she held out her hand to Dean to shake. He took it instantly, not wanting to seem rude towards a woman. “Jo Harvelle.”

“William Harvelle’s kid?” Dean asked with surprise. The last time he had seen William’s daughter she was barely to his waist with her blonde hair pulled off her face, now she stood proudly in front of him with a self-assured smile on her pretty face and long hair tumbling down her back.

“I’m not a child anymore Dean, this is my third expedition.” Jo said proudly as she jutted out her chin. Dean smiled brightly at the proud look on Jo’s face, it was good to see her following in her father’s famous footsteps. William Harvelle was, after all, a famed sailor even after his death. “The treasures of the New World aren’t going to be found if we just stand around talking though are they?” Jo pointed out. The three men agreed and were soon boarding the ship they would be calling home for the several months of the voyage from London to Virginia.

~*~

They were several weeks into the voyage when the first storm hit. Initially Dean believed they could pass it but as the sea became fiercer and the waves grew larger it became clear they were heading into the middle of the storm. The sky violently changed from a pale grey to deep and ferocious blue that looked almost black. As the wind picked up and the rain began everyone’s main priority became securing the rigging and canons.

“Dean! Dean that canons are coming loose!” Jo yelled from her spot on the deck. Dean was high up securing the main mast with Sam, both steadily being drenched from both the rain and the waves. “Dean we can’t hold them much longer!” Jo then cried as she and a young sailor by the name of Adam Milligan tried to keep a hold of the incredibly heavy object. “Dean!” she cried again. Casting Sam one last look Dean reached out for the nearest rope and swung down onto the deck, grabbing onto the canon as Jo and Adam struggled to stop it barrelling down the deck. It crashed against the three of them but Dean kept his hold. He grasped onto the nearest rope and secured the canon to the ship just as another furious wave crashed against them

“Jo!” Dean heard someone yell over the crashing wave. A panicked yell soon followed. Dean had just enough time to spin round and see the young Adam Milligan being carried over the side of the boat by the vicious wave.

“Man overboard!” Someone cried. Thinking fast, or maybe not even thinking at all, Dean looked around wildly until he saw what he needed.

“Jo pull that pin!” he cried as he tied a rope around his waist. Jo ran to the nearest belaying pin and yanked it out the wood. The pin came out the wood, freeing the rope as it did so. “Benny grab the rope”

“Are you crazy?” Benny roared but Dean didn’t give him a chance to say anything else as he took off in a run and leapt off the side of the ship.

The water that greeted him was icy cold, so cold that Dean could barely breathe but he carried on, he felt a tug against the rope around his middle so Benny must have taken hold of it. Good, now he had to get to Adam. He swam against the intense current in a desperate attempt to bring Adam back to the ship. This was the young boy’s first voyage, it could not be cut short by the cruelty of the sea. Salt water stinging his eyes and his lungs gasping air, Dean fought against the currant until he heard his name being called hoarsely. Adam was fighting against the waves just as strongly as dean was.

“Adam! Adam take hold of me!” Dean yelled over the waves. “Adam take hold!” he cried. He felt desperate hands clutching onto his arm and soon his own arms were wrapped around Adam’s waist. A strong tug of the rope around Dean’s middle signalled that others apart from Benny had taken hold of the rope and were trying to bring them back to the ship. “The rope, get the rope!” Dean cried to Adam who swiftly did so. Within moments they were being pulled back to the ship. Dean barely had time to think before his body hit the soaking wet deck and several crew members were yelling both Dean and Adam’s names.

“What in God’s name were you thinking?” Dean heard Sam cry as a fist connected with his arm. “The waves could have carried you off, you stupid man!”

“Is everything secure?” Dean asked. Benny and Jo laughed while Sam cursed loudly.

“Is everything…that is what you’re concerned about?” Sam asked incredulously. “Everything is secured.”

“Everyone get below deck, that’s an order!” Dean called as he and Benny took hold of Adam and helped him down below deck to the crew’s quarters.

“Trouble up on deck?” A cool voice asked once all the crew were safely below deck. Everyone hurried to their feet, bar Adam who was still shaken, as the Governor made his presence known. “Captain? Is there a problem here?”

“No sir, the storm caused Adam to go overboard but I brought him back.” Dean rasped out, the salt water still

“Well it is lucky you were there to retrieve young Milligan here.” Crowley said though there wasn’t an ounce of sincerity in his voice. “As soon as the storm lifts then it’s back to work.” That was that.

Adam came and found Dean a few hours later once the rain had lifted. Dean had quickly left the cabin as soon as it stopped raining and Adam found him at the front of the ship looking out towards the sea.      

“I’ve heard all the stories about you, when I first wanted to become an explorer it was because of you.” Adam said. The boy leant against the wooden railing and, like Dean, stared out towards the slowly calming sea. Dean could feel his face growing heated from the boy’s praise.

“I’ll bet you my last penny that those stories were made up.”

“Never, I asked Lafitte about many of them. Did you really protect an entire campsite from invaders by yourself?” Adam asked in awe. His eyes were wide with wonder and Dean couldn’t help but shake his head. He had seen so much during his times at sea and discovering new places that the wonderment had all but gone from his life. This was Adam’s first long exploration, of course he would still have that sense of curiosity about the world.

“Yeah but…that was just instinct. You’ll get that once you’ve been travelling as long as I have.” Dean explained with a small shrug.

“What do you suppose the New World will look like Dean?”

“Like every other one I’ve helped discover before.” Dean replied shrugging his shoulders. “I’ve hundreds of ‘New Worlds’ in my time Adam, what could possibly be different about this one?”

Virginia

The crashing noise of the waterfall filled his ears as he ran through the forest, his bare feet barely touching the ground and leaves almost dancing out of the way. As the wind picked up and became fiercer he closed his eyes and began to run even faster than before. His legs burnt as he pushed his body forward but he carried on. He knew if anyone else was here to see him they would question why he ran, why he did not just use his wings but they would never understand. They would never understand how his heart soared when he could feel the rippling of leaves around him, the earth under his feet and the air dancing across his skin. He came to a stop just before the ground gave out to the waterfall, the damp air clinging onto his bare chest. The summer’s sun was fierce on his skin even in the late afternoon and Castiel was glad of his lack of layers, only thin material covering from his hips to his knees to reserve his modesty. As he came to a stop Castiel breathed in deeply and smelt the air around him. Trees, leaves, dirt and the forest’s creature all combine together to create a scent more perfect than any other.  

For Castiel the forest, not his village, was his home.

His toes dug into the earth as he took a deep breath. Without a second thought Castiel leapt from the edge of the waterfall. At the very last moment his wings spread out and caught the wind. His fingers grazed the water of the river as he soared. In a perfect world he would spend all his time in the forest or by the river being with nature.

“Castiel! Castiel the feast is starting!” Anael called from the riverside. Castiel hadn’t even seen his best friend appear but it wasn’t too surprising. Anael would know instantly where to find Castiel if he wasn’t in the village.

Castiel landed a few feet away from her with an exhilarated smile. Anael shook her head, her braided red hair tumbling over her shoulders, and returned his smile. “Everyone has been asking for you Castiel, have you been out here all this time?” Castiel nodded. “Castiel the sun is going down soon and you’ve often spoken about your dislike for flying everywhere. It will take us a while to return to the village.”

“I suppose that we should start walking then.” Castiel said. He and Anael walked the few miles back to the village side by side, occasionally talking about their days and their excitement for the feast. The feast was to celebrate the coming summer and it had been the talk of the village for days and days.

“With your father away from the village you’re our chief.” Anael said as they neared the village. “You should have been there all day.” She added with a sharp tone.

“I find the village…I can’t breathe there.” Castiel said. “I know my father wants me to live up to his name and I think I have proved that by being the warrior he needs me to be.” They carried on walking through the forest, Anael expressing her excitement towards the evening’s feast as they did so, until they came to the clearing that led to the village.

The village was busy with people preparing for the feast to celebrate the summer. When many saw Castiel they greeted him with excited smiles or nods of respect. The small children who had been playing nearby stopped and waved at him and Anael as they passed. Anael laughed to herself as the two walked up to the spacious hut Castiel called home.

“The whole village is excited over this evening, I even saw Ezekiel smile over it this morning.” Anael said as she sat down on Castiel’s bed. “He asked about you earlier on.”

“Anael please do not start again. We are nothing more than friends.”

“You fought alongside each other so many times and he is always talking about you.” Anael said. “He’s also very handsome.”

“And the man my father would pick out for me to marry.” Castiel said.

“You speak as if that is a bad thing.” Anael said screwing up her face at Castiel’s tone.

“It is. I just…Anael I feel like there is more…something more.”

“Is that why you were in the forest?” Anael asked. “Have you been having those dreams again?” she then asked with concern. When Castiel didn’t reply Anael sighed. “Was it the same as last time?”

“Yes, I’m in the forest and running as fast as I can. There are strange looking clouds in the sky and just before I wake I hear deafening thunder but it’s not thunder as the sun is shining brightly.” Castiel said frowning as he remembered his dream from the night before. “What do you think it means?” he asked. Confusing dreams were nothing new to Castiel as he’d been having them his whole life but recently they had grown worse. Castiel couldn’t help but feel as though something was going to happen very soon.

“I don’t know Castiel but maybe you should talk to your father when he returns.” Anael said shrugging her shoulders. “Maybe you could-” Anael’s words were drowned out by a loud noise very much like thunder and the booming noise Castiel kept hearing in his dreams. Castiel felt the air around him rippling with a sense of unease. Anael’s wings ruffled in a way that only added to the unease in the air. Anael and Castiel sprinted outside as another booming noise ripped through the air. Outside it seemed that the whole village came to a standstill due to shock. Wings trembled with fear and eyes flashed with panic.

“What is happening?” someone cried as several looked towards the sky. There was not a cloud in the sky so it was not thunder.

“Castiel! Castiel, what was the sound?” another cried out. The villager’s faces were all stricken as yet another boom could be heard.

“Anael, stay here and try to keep the people calm.” Castiel said. “I’m going to the shore to see what is happening.” He explained. Anael nodded her head though Castiel could still see the fear in her eyes. He gave her arm a reassuring squeeze and prayed that his people would be safe. Anael breathed in deeply and gave Castiel a small smile. Castiel returned her smile before he took off in a run, his wings helping as he tore through the forest. The trees were screaming about the noise and intrusion so Castiel pressed on until he was near the shore. The sight before him made him stop in his tracks and take in a sharp intake of breath.

Strange clouds.

What stood before him were strange clouds and even stranger people with bodies that shone in the sun. They climbed out of small wooden boats, bringing wooden barrels with them and laughing loudly. These men looked nothing Castiel’s people. The sun hadn’t coloured their skin to a deep tan and no Enochian sigills inked across their skin and most importantly these men did not have wings. They were not like Castiel’s people at all.

Castiel had been right. Something was certainly happening.

[bennylafitte]

all joke's aside, how did this "hardcore anal fisting" start, like it's not like you can just put that in a conversation

blame johnswelsh

[bennylafitte]

i should send you some hardcore anal fisting deanbenny aus

don't ruin this shi p for me 

[bennylafitte]

hey wendy, make sure not to think about benny giving dean soft kisses while he's doing the dishes and benny resting his head on dean's shoulder, whistling a french tune that dean doesn't know the name of and it's just really domestic and happy and ;u; (idek what this was supposed to be, like i'm trying for pg here but i'm probably gonna drop some anal fisting for you later , hehhehe)

i cannot believe i came home to this