Axe that clears the forest

It's 2014. Act like it.

[hawkeyefrommash]

i’ll drown when i see you

[tastedeverykill]

[ ➳ If you could save one person from your past, who would it be? Other than Sammy, of course. ]

Castiel. He's as much dead as anybody.

[tastedeverykill]

Cas doesn’t try to stay anymore.

He used to—always in vain, but he did. Map out a corner of the bed to himself and act like if he was alienated enough, if he stayed still, he would get away with it. God only knew why he would want to.

Indulgent touching was fair game in the moment, impossible to regulate--an incongruous hand sealed to a lower back, kisses that didn't bruise--they never begrudged each other that.

The resident hippie, a glutton for the slap of authority, was the only one who had a problem sticking to the rules. He used to find it appropriate, every time they took a tumble, to stick around like he was Dean's girlfriend or something. 

But Dean routinely shoved him off, sending bones clanging against the edges of bedside furniture and earning a perfunctory hiss of pain.

Not anymore.

And of course Dean doesn’t want him to stay—others get to stay, but never Cas—because somehow that marginal breach of the boundaries they maintained in this unoffical give-and-take would upset all balance.

But he wishes Cas would try.

[therighteousleader-deactivated2]

[thedyingembers]

One should never listen to the flowers | @tastedeverykill.

[thedyingembers]

  Cas flinched at Dean’s tone, body snapping rimrod straight. He was trying very hard to not to going into a full blown panic. He was too much like his own Dean-it made his stomach turn.

"You’re not the only one that died. It’s just me…It’s just been me."

[tastedeverykill]

He would hit him--he would, and he wanted to so fervently. But he wouldn't beat the snot out of anybody without the means or the will to fight back. 

"So what," hands furled in his jacket, razor blade eyes, "you decided to shirk all your responsibilities and let everyone fucking die? Because I wasn't around to make sure you got off your ass?"

[sourpatch-k]

You won’t find him tryna chase the devil For money, fame, for power, out of greed You won’t ever find him where the rest go You will find him, you’ll find him next to me … When the end has come and buildings falling down fast When we’ve spoilt the land and dried up all the sea When everyone has lost their heads around us You will find him, you’ll find him next to me

[humblingxriver]

  "I was merely licking my own wounds." His voice is a deep throated hum and he looks an injury over, cloth swiping over it.

   ”Sorry to have… dashed your hopes.” It’s a coquettish remark, but it’s half-hearted and he gets up, returning to the original topic. “What’s the matter?”

[tastedeverykill]

"You didn't--dash any hopes." Fucking weirdo. The day he walks into Cas's cabin with illicit expectations is the day he--

Never mind.

"Jaeger left a fucking arsenal in a town ten miles east. Idiot. I need someone to watch my back while I retrieve it."

[tastedeverykill]

Is there a reason you're naked? You're the only one in here. 

Get some clothes on. We have a job to do.

[feistyginnyarchive2]

  "Thanks, I suppose." She blinks once, to hide the moment where she needs to decide if that was a compliment or sarcasm, but shakes it away for later. "No offense, uh, Dean, but I’m not going to scram, if you keep telling everyone to do that, no one is going to be useful around here because they’re going to be running from you rather than trying to find a place to be most beneficial. Considering we’re all stuck with each other, we might as well stick together; so how about you give me a real job to do." Maybe it wasn’t her place to mouth off to the leader, but a part of her couldn’t just be sent to stand around and do nothing, not since she’d already dealt with something half-way similar to the situation at hand today; rebelling against evil and co-leading a group of students to fight.

[tastedeverykill]

Pushing it now. Really pushing it.

"Fine," he exhaled, maybe a tad dramatically, "We could use some help in the medical tent--if you have any experience at all with that kind of stuff."

He wasn't going to send a freaking twelve year old into the fire, no matter how spunky she was. He'd lost countless, grown men to unassuming supply runs--no way in hell.

"Where are you from?"

[tastedeverykill]

"Right. But guess what I found? Charmin Ultra. Kicks generic brand’s ass, if you ask me."

[adivineprophet-deactivated20131]

"….. Are you kidding me?! Of course it does!"

[tastedeverykill]

"Go crazy. Don't let anyone else know you have it.

--Are you free tomorrow?"

[thedyingembers]

One should never listen to the flowers | @tastedeverykill.

[thedyingembers]

  "2016…give or take. It’s a bit hard to keep track of time…" Cas mumbled, shoulders still hunched as he tried to keep distance between him and the hunter.

"You-Dean died about two years ago."

[tastedeverykill]

He didn't try to advance toward Cas's retreating steps, and not only because his own stance was frozen.

"Stop saying my name like it isn't mine. The only thing that separates me from it is two freaking years."

A hand scrubbed down his face, knuckles tight. This couldn't be happening. 

"And man up, soldier. A comrade died in battle. Get over it."

[tastedeverykill]

Honestly, if the only fail-safe way to ice the devil was to sacrifice Cas--that'd be a sweet deal, in Dean's book. Really. 

But that's only because he's resolved to find that son of a bitch, come hell or high water, after his own time comes. No matter how far death decides to separate them.    

And if he ends up having to tough it out in hell for his lieutenant--so be it. Nothing he hasn't done before for someone he loved.         

[hitwitch-deactivated20170128]

i came in the ring like a dog on a chain, and i found out the underbelly’s sicker than it seems

[thedyingembers]

One should never listen to the flowers | @tastedeverykill.

[thedyingembers]

  "You…" Cas choked out, fingers twisting around the hem of his shirt. He didn’t like this. Didn’t like Dean being in this place. Didn’t like the way he was staring at him and how he was standing too close no matter how much Cas tried to back away. Didn’t like thinking about the body of the man standing before him buried only feet away. Or thinking about the way the same green eyes stared up at him, only with all light snuffed out.

Taking a deep breath he willed himself to meet Dean’s eyes, doing his best to not curl into himself. “Lucifer. Lucifer killed yo- my Dean. Snapped his neck. I buried him.”

[tastedeverykill]

Well, shit. He hadn't been expecting a recurring nightmare to come out of Cas's mouth. 

Dying wasn't the problem. It was dying without bringing Ol' Scratch down with him.

"What year is it?" he asked, stiltedly. Because as much as he'd love to assume otherwise, this spiel wasn't Cas's forte, not at all. The fallen angel he knew was wound tighter than a lioness--taut and spry and a total fucking badass. Not that Dean would ever admit it aloud.

This one was just...bedraggled and pathetic.

[weiweizznicole]

[tastedeverykill]

Benny, right? Congrats. You've been personally handpicked for today's raid.

And, no, it's not optional.

[thedyingembers]

One should never listen to the flowers | @tastedeverykill.

[thedyingembers]

  "Just shut up!" Cas snapped, shoulders hunching as he shut his eyes. This wasn’t his Dean- It couldn’t be. His Dean was dead in the ground, feet from where they were standing. His Dean would have probably started yelling at this point. Swallowing he opened his eyes to find Dean still standing there, arms crossed and eyebrow raised.

"No. No you don’t. I don’t know how you got here-but you’re dead."

[tastedeverykill]

Looked like Cas had finally lost it. 

"If I'm dead," he hedged, tone expertly neutral, "how did I die?"

And thus the answer--or rather, lack of--would clear this bullshit up. He'd then issue Cas some indiscriminate medication and send him away with orders to sleep it off. 

But did something seem off? Like the cabins were a little more dilapidated than they'd been just yesterday? Or the foliage more overgrown?

"Tell me, Cas."