So Jimmy Novak is sitting at his kitchen table in his corner of Heaven (at least that’s what he guesses since he doesnt feel like hes chained to a comet anymore) when all of a sudden the wall starts glowing. A man with the biggest mullet Jimmy has seen since he was young and stupid appears out of the wall itself and asks:
“Hey man, wanna dick over an angel?”
this fucking fandom...: Humans imagine the Host of Heaven sounds like a choir, a celestial...
Humans imagine the Host of Heaven sounds like a choir, a celestial chorus of beautiful melodies and elegant counterpoint harmony, but the truth is that it’s more similar to a low rumbling pulse, a staccato note resonating endlessly within the angels’ grace. Cas wanders aimlessly around the bunker for the first three nights after he falls, plays decades-old records at all hours of the night while his family sleeps and the circles under his eyes darken. It doesn’t help—the deep bass chords and thick polyphonies are soothing, but not a close enough approximation to settle him. It isn’t until Cas slumps against Dean’s chest in exhaustion during yet another must-see movie that Cas finds something resembling the comforting presence of his now defunct angel radio, and it lulls him to sleep almost instantly. It’s Dean’s heartbeat, strong and steady under his ear, and it sounds like home.
Moon Plays The Ocean Like a Violin: alullabytoleaveby: Castiel hitchhikes to Kansas, to the...
Castiel hitchhikes to Kansas, to the Winchesters.
He has no idea what kind of reception he’ll get, but he has no place else to go. It’s early evening when Cas finally knocks, hesitantly, after milling around near the entrance for most of the afternoon. In the end, it’s not courage that brings him to finally face the Winchesters again, but tiredness and hunger and thirst. His body has needs and he resents the fact that he needs to indulge them. They are penance, he supposes, punishment for all his crimes.
It takes a while for the door to open, so long in fact, that Castiel begins to wonder if perhaps the Winchesters aren’t in. The thought never occurred to him before and he has no idea what to do if Dean and Sam aren’t in their new home, willing to take him in. But after a few minutes, the door opens with a creak, its hinges rusty, old, and in need of repair and Sam is standing on the other side.
In case you missed it yesterday
how sad it is that we create a society where we raise boys to base their self worth on whether or not they can trick unsuspecting women into sleeping with them and we raise girls to base their self worth on how long they lasted until they were tricked
excellent now i can email my mom and dad my favorite text posts
instead of learning from my mistakes i like to dwell on them until i have a panic attack.