Dean: l made this mixtape for you. Castiel: Eh, I don’t know, Dean, I’m not really that interested in music. Dean: You don’t have to listen to it. Castiel: No, I’m gonna put it near my heart and listen to it everytime I can. Back off.
<b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Friend:</b> What's so supernatural about the show?<p/><b>Me:</b> There is this one character who lives on pie, burgers and beer and has the body of a god.<p/><b>Friend:</b> ...<p/><b>Me:</b> Yeah, ok, there are also Werewolves and stuff.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
Notebooks - 1.5k, 13x05 coda, angst, MCD (But there’s a happy ending. Just trust me.)
“Dean. Every notebook, on this particular shelf, tells a version of how you die.”
But which one’s right?
Jack, the nephilim, power beyond anything the Earth has ever
seen, has both Winchesters suspended in mid-air. Rings of glowing, golden energy ripple
out from his raised hand. They match his eyes.
The Devil is behind him, whispering.
“All they ever wanted was to use you, Jack. Both of them. They never cared about you. They feared you. They could never understand.”
Jack is uncertain, shaking. His eyes dart away.
His hold is tight, and Sam struggles to speak. “Don’t trust
him, Jack! He’s lying to you – that’s what he does. He’s the one who wants to use you, not us.”
“Jack, listen to me,” Dean tries, voice straining with
effort. “Your mom didn’t want this. Cas doesn’t want this. You’ve got people
who care about you, people who –”
“These boys don’t know how to care for anyone but
themselves,” Lucifer hisses. “Think of what they’ve done to you. Think of what
they’ve put you through. I’ve never harmed you, Jack. I would never harm you.”
Jack only looks more torn. It’s no longer just him that’s
shaking, it’s the very ground beneath his feet. The towering trees, every blade
of grass – it all trembles, violently, on the verge of implosion. Jack’s eyes
widen in fear. Fear of himself, of
what he can do.
Then, as ever, the fatal Winchester mistake: Dean takes
advantage of Jack’s distraction, fighting against the iron grip of power to
reach for the holy oil.
“NO,” Jack cries,
his hand moving once in a knee-jerk twitch.
prompt: We’re roommates and I heard you crying in the shower when I came home, are you okay? pairing: destiel tags: roommates, hurt/comfort, angst, burgers cw a/n: part one,
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Shopping bags bounce against Dean’s legs as he runs up the stairs. He doesn’t work out as much as he used to, so the elevator might have been a better idea. Instead, he tries to look tough and take all five stairs without ending up like an asthmatic rhino. He takes a few deep breaths when he ends up in front of his door with a red, sweaty face. He fumbles with the keys for a while, cursing under his breath because they’re slippery between his fingers. Still cursing a little, he enters the small hall which is just large enough to get in a coat rack. He puts down the bags so he can slip off his leather jacket and hang it next to Cas’ trenchcoat.
“Hey!” He calls, but there’s no response. Maybe Castiel is focused on his school work again, or found a book in the library that he didn’t already know. Dean brings in the shopping bags himself, muttering he would’ve preferred a little help. Once he is in the kitchen and leans against the counter, he hears the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom. He can use a shower right now too, so he decides to take a shower once Cas is finished.
Humming some AC/DC song, he begins putting away the groceries. He bought ingredients for burgers, a little surprise for his roommate because he passed his English test. It was no surprise to Dean, but Castiel had been worrying the entire week. Dean forgave all his grumpiness days ago. But Cas apologised so many times yesterday that Dean wants to show him it’s fine that he was a bit absent-minded and pettish. To be fair, it’s actually kinda cute when he’s frowning and his hair is a mess because he keeps running his hands through it.
Castiel normally doesn’t shower so long. At first, Dean doesn’t pay attention to it, but once he puts away the last bottle of coke, it occurs to him that Cas has been in there for more than five minutes now, and he was already in there when Dean got home. A little hesitant at first, Dean walks over to the bathroom and carefully knocks.
“Cas, buddy, you okay in there?” No answer. Dean frowns and knocks again. He puts his ear against the door, but that doesn’t really work. Just as he’s about to knock again, he hears a sound that’s definitely not the shower. It’s a sob, soft and weak. But Dean is sure, even though he never heard Cas cry before. Castiel is crying.