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dean winchester
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est. oct. 2013
rebooted july 2015

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fallenisms ► CASTIEL.

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              ❛ dean, i have duties as an angel of the lord.
                   there are rules that i must follow. you may be able
                   to resist your calling, but i can’t. ❜

                                        truthfully, he’s been having a few doubts
                                        lately, but his mission remains the same,
                                        whether GOD is speaking to him or not.

« ———— ├  ╰☆╮  ┤———— »

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                               ‘ says who ? GOD ? ever thought that maybe
                                  the reason he’s created his little troops was
                                      for marchin’ to end the war, not start it ?  ’

                            it’s in times like these when an eternal non-believer
                          turns to the depths of the divinity’s ( proved ) existence.
                        as big of a coward as he is in dean’s eyes, fundamentally
                         he still believes that the raw origin of heaven is GOOD.

                              ‘ doin’ your job ? that’s fine. but, man, it’s
                              all gotta draw a line when there’s somethin’
                                                    wrong ‘bout it.  ’

   

credemuscras:

          [ castiel’s gaze could burn a hole in dean’s skin, if it were at all possible, but apparently god didn’t want his angels to have laser vision while making the blueprints. as it is, cas is already standing close to the hunter, just by the foot of his bed. ]

          [ he looks back and forth between dean and the sleeping form of his brother in the next bed over, and lowers his voice so he doesn’t wake him up. the angel steps forward and presses two fingers to dean’s forehead, pushing his grace through his body to relieve him of the kinks in his back, then backs away. ]

                    Would you like me to go? I have other things I could be doing instead.

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          [ cas tries to be nice, comes when they call, caters to their every goddamn request, and this is what he gets. ‘stop hitting on me.’ ]

« ———— ├  ╰☆╮  ┤———— »

           (  he can’t help the grimace that strikes his face when he nests the
              frozen cup between his hands.  at this rate,  he can only imagine
              what the bitter,   dark beverage it cages must taste like.  he can’t
              afford complaining,   but in early apocalypse mornings,  he might
                   feel the need for a coffee that’s not two days old & glacial. 

                  he just raises the  cup towards  his lips when he finds himself with
                  the seraph popped before his eyes, in an abrupt crane of his hand
                  which dean’s instincts nearly  repent in a failed  attempt at a dodge.

             at least his back doesn’t dagger him anymore.  )

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                             …  geez,   the  whole  reason  why  you’re   ‘ere
                           is 'cause  you’ve  gotta  tell us – in this case,  ME
                           somethin’,    so jus’ get it over with so you can go
                           back to those better things to do an’ i to my shitty
                           expired coffee.