mishasscollins:

i told you i would get you out. when we were there,  
it's like you just gave up.   
it's like you didn't believe we could do it.  
i mean, you kept saying that you didn't think it would work.  
did you not trust me?  
i did everything i could to get you out!  
everything.   
i did not leave you.

                       don’t you ever leave me again

18/100 pictures of Dean and Castiel

cosmictuesdays:

awesomephilia:

Purr = happy cat noise

Gato = Spanish for cat

Purgatory = infinite realm of happy Spanish cats

Jayne, this screams of happy-place ficlets.

They were one species short on Earth!

anneretic:

spookyutsuze:

 #maybe it wouldn’t hurt #to go to him #just once #to explain #it would only take a few minutes #and then he would know why they can’t be together #but Cas won’t go #the danger of leading the Leviathan to Dean aside #Cas doesn’t want the prayers to stop #as much as they hurt #the night would be even more unbearably lonely without them (x)

Keep talking. I’ll keep walking toward the sound of your voice.

— You Are Jeff, Richard Siken

spoonandfork:

Cages Asylum Series by Heather Huey - New York, NY

“When I was alive, I kept a bird.” Castiel hears the siren clearly, even though her mouth is sewn shut. The stitches are small and tight and jagged, and blood blooms gently around the coarse thread as her lips do not move. “Wherever I stayed, I let it fly free. Let it eat the spiders in the corners of my rooms, the ants that ran along the baseboards. Let it flap against the windows and shit on the carpet. I liked to watch it fly, so I let it fly free. But I couldn’t trust it in the sky, so it had to stay inside.”

She leans down to where he cowers against the base of a thick, stunted tree; she brushes her bloody mouth against his, lightly, lightly. Her threads catch on his dry lips and part them. “I loved you at first,” she tells him softly. A drop of her filthy blood slips into his mouth, and Castiel tastes her. He tastes her, and sees Dean, and wants. “You let me out, and I loved you. But you were just another cage, angel. A smaller one.”

Dean kneels astride him, hand on his throat, fingertips digging hard along the line of his jaw. Castiel watches him fearfully, and tastes something bitter on his tongue. He thinks it’s shame.

“I don’t love you anymore,” Dean says.