In a post-apocalyptic world, Castiel Novak has been on his own for eight long years. He keeps a neat, orderly journal, records everything he does and everywhere he goes, but what lies beneath his cold mask is far from orderly.
Dean Winchester was safe, one of the last survivors, when the Outpost he lived at burnt down. Now he’s alone in the huge, dangerous new world for the first time, not knowing where to go and what to do.
Sam Campbell is immune to the infection - almost. As it slowly eats away at him and his life hangs in the balance between human and beast, he is taken under the wing of an older boy, who shows him for the first time that there is hope here.
Note- just a teaser, anybody fancy me continuing it?
always the first one up. He’s a natural morning person, likes getting up with
the sun and going for a run in the early haze when the world is quiet and
still. It helps with his anxiety, works away some of the panic left over from
his nightmares and gets him in the right headspace to function for the rest of
up next, fumbling to the kitchen and starting the first pot of coffee not long
after Sam leaves. It used to be he could sleep like the dead until noon, so
still and quiet Sam would check to make sure he was still breathing. These days
he sleeps lighter than ever, and the old aches and pains that have settled in his bones drive him out of bed before seven more often than not.
gets back from his run sometime before eight, he showers, takes his meds and
has a coffee in the kitchen with Dean. Sometimes he flips through the paper and
tries not to imagine which news stories might once have been cases to them. Then,
around nine, one of them pours a new cup of coffee, loaded with cream and
sugar, and takes it back into the bedroom.
Castiel first settled into being human, Sam and Dean learned that if neither of
them brought him coffee, he would gladly sleep all day. This morning, it’s Sam
who perches on the edge of the bed, touches Castiel’s shoulder and murmurs, “Come
on, Cas. Up and at ‘em.”
blinks at him blearily from under layers of blankets, his hair sleep-mussed and
his eyes clouded with the exhaustion that clings to him like a fog these days.
Some mornings he’s irritable when he first wakes, pulling the covers over his
head and staunchly refusing to move. Today though, he leans into Sam’s touch
like an affectionate cat as he yawns and stretches, hums happily when he accepts
the steaming mug of coffee and takes his first sip.
morning, Sam.” The husky sleep-rumble of Castiel’s voice is warm and comfortable
in the space between them. “You look well today. Did you enjoy your run?”
praise makes Sam smile. “Yeah, Cas. I feel good.”
gaze moves past Sam, over his shoulder. “Hello, Dean.”
is leaning in the doorway with his arms folded over his chest, watching them.
He doesn’t smile much, but his eyes are soft and open, and the lines of tension
that usually crease his forehead and the corners of his mouth are smooth, for
There, in the quiet moment before the day really starts, Sam makes a silent promise to them all. Today will be a good day.
This scene screams that Dean loves Cas and miss him
Some people in denial were saying that Dean is singing about his car , really?
Look at the fucking lyrics:
And what would you say IF I CALLED ON YOU NOW (prayed to you???)
And said that I CAN’T HOLD ON
There’s no easy way, it gets harder each day
Please love me or I’ll be gone, I’ll be gone
I’M ALL OUT OF LOVE
I’M SO LOST WITHOUT YOU
I know you were right believing for so long
I’m all out of love, WHAT I'AM WITHOUT YOU
I can’t be too late to say THAT I WAS SO WRONG
Yeah right he’s singing about his car
And the season after he spent one year praying to the Impala …… Every night…