Caw Caw Mother Fuckers

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Fri, 17 May 2013 16:19:00 -0400

theapplepieisfreakingworthit: Thank you, Dan.

Fri, 17 May 2013 12:23:27 -0400

theapplepieisfreakingworthit:

Thank you, Dan.

…And mother of Dragons.

Fri, 17 May 2013 11:24:30 -0400

…And mother of Dragons.

hellsnotsolittlehelper: anyhoodle: I knew what song this was...

Fri, 17 May 2013 11:21:58 -0400

hellsnotsolittlehelper:

anyhoodle:

I knew what song this was before I even hit play

I CAN’T BREATHE FUCKING JESUS

felicia-dayum: snickerdoots: helpful-and-dreamy-castiel: plaidsunglasses: theangelgabrieldidmyhai...

Fri, 17 May 2013 11:17:54 -0400

felicia-dayum:

snickerdoots:

helpful-and-dreamy-castiel:

plaidsunglasses:

theangelgabrieldidmyhair:

So if Sam was the one who turned Crowley human, and the first one around when Crowley started feeling feelings and stuff, does that mean that Crowley’s now imprinted on Sam like a baby duck?

no. baby moose

quick someone draw crowley as a bby moose

HERE YOU GO!

Goddamn, the hiatus is getting to me. @_@

THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING TO COME OUT OF ANY HIATUS

seducifer: So you have your villains. And villains that you hate. Villains that you love. The...

Thu, 16 May 2013 15:10:36 -0400

seducifer:

So you have your villains.

And villains that you hate.

Villains that you love.

The villains that you love to hate and hate to love.

THEN THERE’S THIS FUCKER.

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Thu, 16 May 2013 14:10:46 -0400

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Thu, 16 May 2013 12:51:37 -0400

Now this is the prompt im talking about. I actually wrote something similar to this, part of the...

Thu, 16 May 2013 12:46:06 -0400

Now this is the prompt im talking about. I actually wrote something similar to this, part of the bby!spn universe, which can be read here: -x-

*sniff*

Dean grunts, and nudges his head deeper into his pillow.

*sniff* *sniff*

Dean forces his eyes closed and pulls his blanket over his head.

*sniff* *snort* *HACK* *cough*

Dean’s eyes snap open. The noise conitnues, so he sits up and, unsurprisingly, Cas is standing in the doorway.

“I’m sorry, *sniff* did I wake you De- Dea- Dah-CHOO”

Cas wipes his nose on the sleeve of his coat. “There is something wrong with me Dean,” he says, his voice stuffed up, “I think I am dying.”

Dean says nothing, but falls back onto his bed. Great. A sick fallen angel. “You’re not dying Cas, you just have a cold.” Dean rubs his hands over his face. This is going to be a long couple of days.

“Cold? Actually, I feel rather warm. Hot even. And my head hurts. Why does my head hurt Dean?”

Dean looks up again and sees how worried Castiel actually looks. “Cas it will be okay. Come on, I’ll get you some Advil or something.” Dean gets up and walks past Cas, who follows promptly behind him. Dean can feel his breath on the back of his neck. “Whoa whoa. Step back Cas, I don’t want to get sick too.

*Sniff* “Sorry Dean.”

Dean makes it to the bathroom and gets some Advil for Castiel. He gives him a glass of water and the pills. “Just swallow these with a glass of water okay?”

Cas takes the pills and puts them in his mouth. He then takes a sip, but soon he chokes on the pills. *ACK* “I can’t swallow these Dean.”

“Yes you can, sit them one at a time on the back of your tongue, take a big sip of water, and lean forward; the pills will float and that will make them fall back into your throat easier.”

Cas attempts this, and with some difficult, he finally manages to swallow the pills. he coughs again before, “I never want to swallow pills again.”

Dean smiles and puts his hand on the fallen angel’s shoulder. “Trust me Cas, if you want to get better, you’re gonna have to swallow more pills. They will make you better though.”

Cas just looks at Dean again and sniffs.

“Here, let me get you some tissues. How about you take that dirty coat off or something and go lie down.”

Cas nods nd goes into the living room where he lies down on the couch. He sniffs and coughs again before Dean comes back with a blanket, a box of tissues, and a thermometer. He unfolds the blanket and lays it over Cas. He puts the box of tissues on the ground within Cas’ reach before kneeling down in front of him.

“Now put this under your tongue and don’t move it until it beeps okay?” Cas only nods as he lets Dean put the thermometer in his mouth.

Dean gets up once more and leaves Cas’ side for a moment. Cas opens his mouth a little bit because he can’t breathe through his nose. He groans and shuffles a bit on the couch until he gets comfortable. He doesn’t know where Dean went, but then he hears him moving around in the kitchen.

Soon the thermometer beeps, and Dean hurries back to Cas’ side. He takes the thermometer out and looks at it. “100.7. Okay. You have a fever. You’ll be okay though. I made you some soup, so let me help you sit up-” Dean helps Cas sit up on the couch and he hands him a hot bowl of soup on the coffee table. “Be careful, it’s really hot, but it will help you feel better okay? Oh, wait-“

Dean jumps up and runs back in the kitchen. Cas leans forward and the hot vapor from the soup already begins to clear his sinuses. Dean comes back and drops two ice cubes into the soup. They immediately begin to melt, but Dean says, “They will help cool it a bit. I used to make this all the time for Sammy when he got sick.”

Cas takes a spoon full of the soup along with one of the ice cubes and takes a sip. He drops the ice cube back into the bowl and swallows the soup. He sighs as the hot liquid falls down this throat. He takes a tissue and wipes his nose, and then takes another spoonful.

He then smiles at Dean. “Thank you Dean.”

Dean smiles back and sits on the couch next to Cas and turns on the TV.

assilikesbowties: too soon? maybe

Thu, 16 May 2013 12:14:14 -0400

assilikesbowties:

too soon?

maybe

friendly reminder I am taking fluffy Destiel prompts to try to help cure the mental breakdowns or...

Thu, 16 May 2013 11:57:50 -0400

friendly reminder I am taking fluffy Destiel prompts to try to help cure the mental breakdowns

or any prompts really

finifugitive: log on tumblr log off tumblr

Thu, 16 May 2013 11:54:48 -0400

finifugitive:

log on tumblr

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seraphlimonade: Usually I draw cute,fluffy things….and then I...

Thu, 16 May 2013 11:38:40 -0400

seraphlimonade:

Usually I draw cute,fluffy things….and then I remember I am a masochist for feels and I draw things like this…

I’m….sorry?

* hide under poncho*

I literally just wrote this two seconds before seeing this post, so im putting it here

——

What happened? Where am I? What’s going on?

He pushes through the bushes, eyes focused on the space in front of him. His heartbeat racing. Heartbeat? bumbum bumbum bumbum He has never heard that rhythm before. He has never felt it before. His lungs sting with its forced use, diaphragm in overdrive, greedily taking in the air around him.

What’s wrong? What is this?

He coughs, unfamiliar with the feeling. He still pushes forward. He glances up a the sky through the trees. They are still falling. He is still running forward until he makes it into the field. Infinite bright lights fall through the clouds.

Why are they falling? What did I do?

A single tear rolls down his face.

“Cas?”

It is faint but he hears it. He looks in the direction it is coming from, and on the other side of the field he sees two small orbs of light dancing close to the ground. One of them stops and it seems to look directly at him.

“Cas? Cas!”

He can see them now. Two figures running towards him holding flashlights. They look the same height, but soon he realizes, that this is because the taller one is falling behind, while the shorter speeds towards him. Cas doesn’t realize that the name slips from his lips.

“Dean.”

“Cas, Castiel!” Dean finally approaches him, and Cas is so grateful to see him, that when Dean grabs his shoulders Cas falls to the ground, bringing Dean with him.

“Oh God, Cas, are you okay?”

Finally Cas breaks down. He coughs out sobs and the tears fall. In his mind he does not know what is going on. This water is falling from his eyes. He is just so confused. He pulls Dean close to him.

“What have I done Dean?”

Dean hold him close and looks up at Sam, who stands over them, looking up at the sky.

Dean strokes the fallen angel’s head, “I don’t know Cas.”Castiel continues to cry into Dean’s chest, but soon he is able to calm down. Dean holds onto him as he pulls them back up, “But everything is going to be okay. I promise.” Dean grabs the sides of Cas’ face and looks into is blue eyes. Cas looks back, and Dean notices his breathing slowing.

“It will be okay. We can fix this,” Dean says again, and soon Cas nods. “Let’s get you back to the Batcave kay? We can clean you up, put some food in your belly okay? You can take my bed for the night. We can worry about this tomorrow.”

Cas looks down for a moment.

“Okay Dean. Just…” he pauses. Around them, angels continue to rain down. Dean sees that Cas is about to break down again. He looks at Dean, with tears threatening to fall, “…don’t leave me.”

seraphlimonade: Usually I draw cute,fluffy things….and then I...

Thu, 16 May 2013 11:36:05 -0400

seraphlimonade:

Usually I draw cute,fluffy things….and then I remember I am a masochist for feels and I draw things like this…

I’m….sorry?

* hide under poncho*

What happened? Where am I? What’s going on? He pushes through the bushes, eyes focused on...

Thu, 16 May 2013 11:24:53 -0400

What happened? Where am I? What’s going on?

What’s wrong? What is this?

Why are they falling? What did I do?

A single tear rolls down his face.

“Cas?”

“Cas? Cas!”

“Dean.”

“Cas, Castiel!” Dean finally approaches him, and Cas is so grateful to see him, that when Dean grabs his shoulders Cas falls to the ground, bringing Dean with him.

“Oh God, Cas, are you okay?”

Finally Cas breaks down. He coughs out sobs and the tears fall. In his mind he does not know what is going on. This water is falling from his eyes. He is just so confused. He pulls Dean close to him.

“What have I done Dean?”

Dean hold him close and looks up at Sam, who stands over them, looking up at the sky.

Cas looks down for a moment.

—- Dean stretches as he walks out of his bedroom and into the main library of the Batcave....

Thu, 16 May 2013 11:02:05 -0400

—-

Dean stretches as he walks out of his bedroom and into the main library of the Batcave. With his hands high above his head, he lets out a yawn that is unnecessarily loud, and when he stops he finds Castiel sitting at the large table in the center of the room reading one of the books, while Sam sits at the other end on his laptop.

Dean nods at Sam before walking to Cas and slapping him on the back. “Morning Cas,” he says, plopping onto the chair next to him.

Cas ignores him, eyes glued on the book in front of him. Dean leans forward and sees the ever present stone cold expression on his friend. Dean leans back and licks his lips, thinking of how to cheer up his friend. They were finally able to find Cas in the woods a couple of hours north of the Batcave after he fell, and ever since, Castiel had not said a full sentence, only responding with, “Yes,” “No,” or minimal bodily gestures.

“Watcha reading?” Dean attempts, hoping to get an answer that is not a yes, no, or a minimal bodily gesture.

Cas responds by lifting the book, showing Dean the cover. Carpet Monsters and Killer Spores: A Natural History of Toxic Mold. Dean gives Cas an unbelievable look before grabbing the book and throwing it across the room.

“Why do we even have that book?”

Cas doesn’t react, he simply leans back in his chair and puts his hands in his lap.

“Alright that’s it Cas, I can’t have you moping like this anymore. I know that what happened sucks, but you have to get out of this. You’re not you anymore. You sit there still like the beginning of a Harlem Shake video.”

Sam looks at Dean with a raised eyebrow for a moment before returning to his laptop. Cas turns his head and also looks at Dean, eyebrows brought together in confusion and head cocked ever so slightly to the side.

“What you never seen any of the Harlem Shake videos? Hehehe”

“Dean, those were funny for like, two videos.” Sam says.

“Hey, which one of you said that? Which one of y’all damn motherfuckers just said that? Was it you string beans?” Dean yelled at Sam, smile on his face. This time Sam laughs.

“I haven’t seen that video in a LONG time.” Sam begins to hit the keyboard of his laptop with purpose.

Cas still looks confused, so Dean tells him, “Cas, this is the funniest skit ever on the internet, it’s about how Abe Lincoln really died and it’s just-“

“Got it!” Sam gets up and runs to the other side of the table and puts the laptop in front of Dean and Cas.

The three of them watch the video, while Dean and Sam double over in laughter, Cas still sits there with the same look on his face. The video finishes, and the brothers finally get their breath back.

“Waddya think Cas?”

“I don’t understand,” Cas says, and the Sam and Dean glance at each other as their friend talks for the first time. “Abraham Lincoln was shot in the back of his head. He wasn’t beaten to death by a hammer to his rear end.”

“We know Cas, it’s just a skit. A joke…” Sam begins, but he stops talking when Cas raises his hand to the screen, pointing at a recommended video on the sidebar with a thumbnail of a cat.

“What is that video?”

“Well, let’s check it out,” Sam says, and he leans forward to click on the video.

The video starts and the boys watch as a cat jumps up onto its owner and politely taps her arm to be petted. After being petted, it does it again, only to add a little headbutt. Sam smirks and Dean has a minimal reaction, but Cas…

Cas smiles.

Cas laughs.

The Winchesters look at Cas with surprise. Cas looks to Dean and smiles. “That was cute. Can we watch another one?”

Dean sits up and looks at Sam, who smiles back. Dean looks back to Cas and says, “Yea, buddy, lets watch another one.”

Hello Followers

Thu, 16 May 2013 10:07:02 -0400

So I know that I am not the only one who was left emotionally damaged from yesterday’s episode.

I what I am going to do today is try to help you guys (and myself) recover by writing some fluffy Destiel fics

like happy and fluffy and cute

I have my ask open, so send me some writing prompts and Ill write them for you guys

trust me, send me a shit load- I am done with school and so I literally have nothing to do today

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

Thu, 16 May 2013 02:37:55 -0400

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

BUT WHAT OF AT THE END OF SEASON 9 CASTIEL GETS HIS GRACE BACK AND THEN WINGS GLORIOUS GLORIOUS...

Wed, 15 May 2013 22:19:16 -0400

BUT WHAT OF AT THE END OF SEASON 9 CASTIEL GETS HIS GRACE BACK AND THEN

WINGS
GLORIOUS GLORIOUS WINGS