#withclippedwings

[whowaits-blog]

Senpai just reblogged something from me...shit

[animaxcontrita]

withclippedwings replied to your post: DEAN!!!!!

“you’re an asshole too.”

"Hey, I did nothing wrong. He's the asshole."

[isavethedamsels]

pssst, me <3 (on both accounts)

only because you asked so nicely!

Send me a url and i'll answer the following questions:

withclippedwings

Do I rp with them: I haveDo I want to rp with them:  Of course!Do I follow them:  with my heART.My opinion on them: - im gon' save this nugget for the next bit -

headstrongheart

Do I rp with them: I haveDo I want to rp with them: They are an excellent Dean, why would I not?Do I follow them: YesMy opinion on them: I find, from personal experience mostly, Dean and Cas to be such different muses in of themselves. One that can constantly rattle off these witty references and one-liners and then one who barely understands how to open up a can of peas. So, anyone that can flip between the two so easily and do a good job with it is just amazing to me. So, my lovevly baby doll here who can do it on a regular, like, day to day basis is great and I will never stop following them(you, my lovely). 

[sacrificiumx]

-wheezes because of Sastiel-

[perditioner]

✿

15: last kiss

The rain beat down on the field heavily as Dean looked round, shouting out, voice drowning in the wind. “Cas?” he called out, lost, alone amongst a field of bodies. So much fighting. Nobody had won, not really.

When he heard a distant reply, Dean whirled round, trampling through the mud and blood in the direction of where the once-angel lay, mortally wounded, curled up and clutching his stomach.

“No, no, no,” Dean heard himself say, dropping to his knees beside Cas. “Don’t you die on me.” But it was useless, Dean knew it was useless, watching the blood soak his angel’s shirt. Dean leaned over, picking Cas up in his arms effortlessly and cradling him, head bent. In the distance, he heard Sam’s shouts, but he didn’t want to answer.

Dean found two big, blue, sparkling eyes trained on him and he bit down on his lip. “I’m so sorry,” he stuttered, feeling tears blur his vision but blinking them back angrily. “Cas, please, hold on.”

He heard a weak Dean, barely a whisper, and Dean bent his head lower, pressing his lips against Castiel’s briefly; softly. “Damnit, Cas,” he whimpered, voice cracking as he watched the sparkle leave those blue eyes.