wingedsojourner: Castiel tilted his head to the side curiously. He had never been so close to the one he had been charged with. He had such bright green eyes. He stepped closer, close to Dean, blinking at the freckles dusted across high cheekbones. “I am Castiel, an angel of the Lord,” he said, “I am… sorry that I do not fit most humans’ interpretation of angels.” His wings rustled behind him...
wingedsojourner: Castiel had spent a flicker of time watching over this human. Watching him grow, doing small things when he could. Sunny days to try and give some sort of warmth to a boy vowing colder with age, days that were peaceful when he could arrange them with a slight nudging. Dean Winchester needed more warmth than he could give. Castiel’s brow pinched with worry as he saw the glint...
wingedsojourner: Dean I do not understand why there are pictures of us that people have drawn and taken of us. How do they know us? Oh, yeah… about that. It’s probably because they’ve read the books. The ones Chuck wrote. Honestly I’m not sure whether to be creeped out or flattered that they draw me so damn sexy.
It had been another terrible night in the Winchester family. Sammy and Dad had gotten into another fight and Dean had gotten in between them and ended up with a bloodied lip and a black eye. John Winchester wasn’t the friendliest of drunks, and easily provoked to boot. Unfortunately it was when John drank that Sam was the most likely to say something to him. The father and the eldest son...
Anonymous asked: Hey boyyyy ;)
what do you call a man without a phone?
heysammy: mishacollinsbutt: you don’t.