no-gorms:

RoboSam only obeys because he’s curious as to where this is going.

Here. It’s going here. *cough*

“Imagine losing an appendage,” Cas said once, when Dean hadn’t asked and, grinding his teeth as he stared fixedly down at maps of newly-discovered hot zones, quite obviously didn’t want to know. “No, imagine losing one of your senses—no. Imagine losing a sense that is the faculty of an appendage—”

He doesn’t recall what he’d taken that day; he knows, though, it was one of the drugs that made Dean resent having to carry on a conversation with him. But Cas’s back had been aching intolerably under the nerveless, incapacitated weight of his wings—despite the pills, which could do wonders for his mood but nothing for his pain—and it suddenly seemed very important that Dean should understand what it was to be graceless.

I spent this weekend cleansing myself of the bad week that preceded it by writing SPN smut. The results are:

Stainless, Anna/Dean.

Swagger, Girl!Dean/Charlie Bradbury.

I feel better now.

relativeinsane:

Aaron Hotchner l The Fisher King Pt. 2

I really love that scene, bc it shows just how much he really cares about his team…

Cas breathes jaggedly, preparing himself. Given a choice, he’d have preferred opiates or hallucinogens—but pain, he has made himself learn, is just sensory overload, and can be bent to similar purpose.

He can work with it, if he has to.