gracelesscas  asked:

i literally signed on to tumblr for the first time in months to tell u i miss ur ass

REEM you have no idea how happy i am to get this on my birthday omg, i mean my actual bday was yesterday but this still feels like a gift i’m so ;;;;u;;;;;

I MISS UR ASS TOO omg like just last week i was thinking about how when u had time to check tumblr you’d see my url and icon and blog and be like WHO DIS lmaooo everything is different now, but the one (1) thing that hasn’t changed is ur still my wifE. i hope ur rockin tf out of med school. don’t forget to stay hydrated, pull all-nighters if u need to but also TREAT URSELF. i know ur working ur ass off to sUPPORT THIS FAMILY, i myself am still tryna figure out what to do with my Life but don’t worry imma pitch any way i can,,,,,,,,,,,,,, aklsjalkjslasjlj I LOVE YOU 💜💜💜

It’s hunting season~
My AU where angels are disliked, mistrusted and hunted for sports and glory and Dean shoots his first angel. But once he tracks him down, he simply cannot kill him. Instead, he nurses Castiel back to health in secret, who’s at first very aggressive and defensive. (Fic in the works)

Castiel’s tattoos are Enochian; Monons, Vgear, Vooan. Meaning Heart, Strength and Truth.

“Do you love Cas?” Sam asks one day, blurting it out after dealing with their shit for far too long.

Dean looks away from the television and frowns at him, “Huh?”

Sam takes a deep breath in, waiting for the inevitable of Dean to yell at him, “Do you love Cas?”

Surprisingly, Dean doesn’t shout, in fact he looks at Sam like he’s the biggest idiot in the universe, “Course I do, it’s Cas,” Dean shrugs, “He’s family.”

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a little “dean taking care of sick fallen!cas” ficlet for reem. happy birthday, babe! <3

The three of them are driving to a vic’s house to talk to the family, in the middle of goddamn nowhere by the looks of it when the world decides to make their lives a little more difficult and it starts to pour like the sky is trying to drown them out. And to make matters worse, the house turns out to be somewhere past a hike through the woods. 

Dean tries to convince Cas to stay in the Impala but Cas isn’t having any of it. Not like Dean isn’t used to it. Since he became human, he’s been insisting on doing everything he can to be useful to them. He wants to tell Cas that just having him around is good enough for him, but he can tell that Cas needs this, needs to feel useful, so he lets him. Most of the time.

“Stay here and keep a lookout. We gotta go out past the woods and it’s pouring out. I don’t need you getting sick on us.”

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(photo is not mine obvs, but I couldn’t find the original source so if anyone knows it and can link me that’d be nice.)

When Cas gets this contemplative look on his face at the tattoo parlor where they get him his anti-possession tattoo Dean doesn’t make much of it. He just tells Cas to hurry up when he pauses to whisper something to the tatoo artist, gesturing as the other man nods back.  He starts to notice when Cas withdraws into their room for hours at a time in the next few days  with a sketchbook and pencil in hand. When asked, Cas just gives him a small smile and says he’ll see soon enough. 

A few more days pass before Cas finds him in living room and gently places the sketchbook on the table before him. It’s flipped open and Dean’s vision is filled with wings. Sketches upon sketch of wings, some rough some detailed, and near the bottom, on drawings of backs. 

“They’re beautiful, Cas.” Dean murmurs, a little confused and looks up to see Cas beaming at him, eyes shining with an excitement he hasn’t seen in Cas since he became human. Maybe even longer. 

“I want them. I talked to the man who tattooed the anti-possession sigil on my chest and he said he could do wings too. I-I mostly drew them from memory, from how I remember them manifested before… and I took some qualities from my true wings and added those too. Will you take me?" 

Dean pauses for a second, not in hesitation but because he can’t stop staring at the change in Cas’s face, how excited he seems. And the decision is nothing, simple really. "Of course, Cas. If that’s what you want.” Dean smiles back at him, reaching over to give his hand a quick squeeze. 

Cas nods, that light still in his eyes. “I do. They can’t compare to my d wings of course but I want to honor them, and to keep them in my memory I suppose. This seemed like an apt way." 

They go in the next day, hand in hand because Dean notices somewhere along the way how much Cas’s hands are shaking and that the excitement has been replaced with a jittery nervousness that he can almost feel rolling off Cas.  "Hey, don’t worry, babe. You’ll be fine, hm?” Dean whispers when he feels Cas clutch his hand tighter as they walk in.  

He keeps a hold on Cas’s hand through it, whispering little encouragements to him.

And after, when they’re shown into a room with wall to wall mirrors so Cas can see the result and he breaks down crying at first sight, he holds Cas against him and tells him how beautiful they are, how beautiful he is. Cas just buries his face against Dean’s chest and sobs but Dean thinks they’ll be alright because this is so different than all the other times he’s held a crying Cas in his arms this past year. Because when he pulls Cas’s face up to press a gentle kiss against his lips, he can feel the curve of his smile.