hunter you are a beautiful human being

have you ever noticed how all cats are *good* cats?

cuddly little fluffball that just likes to sleep and chill all day?

incredible

playful and skilled hunter that accidentally gets a little too rough sometimes bc she doesn’t know her own strength?

excellent

shy furbaby that is afraid of humans and doesn’t like being touched but is otherwise v beautiful to watch from afar?

so good !!!

4

Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there- on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

- Carl Sagan

also i know how we’re all paralleling dean’s actions to sam’s actions and how dean sees sam as good

it’s just so sad though

when you realize 

that sam does not view himself as good (i mean, he’s the boy with the demon blood, a monster, impure, corrupted etc.) but dean views him as the beautiful human being that he is

and then it’s even sadder when you realize 

that dean does not view himself as good either (he’s killed people, he causes death, his touch corrupts angels) but sam views him as the best hero, hunter, human being on the planet

it’s like they’re both staring at the sun but they both think the other is staring at the black hole in the distance

Resurrection.

Request: rowdyhooliganism asked “ Hi I saw your request are open so I’d like to ask for a Gadreel fic please. Maybe after his sacrifice, he’s resurrected and meets a Witch!Hunter who shows him the ropes of hunting and living with humans. Just super fluffy. I just adore your writing!!!

Pairing: Gadreel x Witch!Reader

Word count: 2,551

Warnings: Cursing, some angst, FLUFF, and a heated make out sesh.

A/N: I hope you like this, I didn’t really have a big sequence of them doing too many human things, it’s just a lot of Gadreel being cute and awkward and…I tried man.

Author: jadangelofthelord

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Monsters are real. Some aren’t as ugly as the stories portray, they’re beautiful. More beautiful than any heaven, than any God or Goddess. She is so beautiful….

-
“Alright” you said rubbing your hands together “let’s try this one more time.”

You swiped your hands over the bowl in front of you and closed your eyes.
“omnes levitate.”

Your hands started to tingle and you squealed. You looked at the chair next to you and focused all of your energy on it. It began to lift off the ground slowly and you smiled.

“Y/N.” A deep voice behind you said scaring you. The chair dropped back to the floor and toppled over.

So much for getting any work done.

You turned around and smiled at the familiar angel. Then stopped when you saw the unfamiliar one.

“Hey Cas, and not Cas.” You wiped your hands on your pants trying to stop them from tingling. “The boys are on a hunt, you know that right?”

“Yes but we’re here for you. Y/N, this is Gadreel.” Castiel said motioning to the man next to him. You went rigid.

“As in Gadreel, Gadreel?” You said brows furrowing.

“I do believe there is only one Gadreel actually.” Castiel said shifting his gaze away from you to the angel next to him.

“Yes I know Castiel and what exactly is he doing here?” You didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh. Well maybe you did, but that was only because you’d heard about what he’d done.

Killing Kevin, helping Meta-Dick, and so much more. So he wasn’t exactly your favorite angel. Even though he did sacrifice himself for Cas-wait!

“How is he even alive?” You said leaning against the library’s table.

“That’s partially why we are here.” He looked at the angel then to you “he was resurrected, why, I do not know. But I need you to, how you put it, do me a solid.”

You crossed your arms over your chest “which would be?”

Castiel opened his mouth to respond but Gadreel cut him off “Teach me.”

You looked at him for further explanation. “Teach me to be a hunter like you and the Winchesters. Dean and Sam refuse to help me but I want to help.”

He looked at his feet “I want to redeem myself.”

Oh god this guy was like a puppy. A hot, incredibly well built puppy. You closed your eyes and sighed. ‘Why am I always getting into these things.’

“Fine.” You looked up at them, mostly Gadreel “I’ll teach you.”

His face lit up and he smiled at you “oh you won’t regret it!”

You nodded “I better not, now Castiel I-” You looked over but the angel was already gone. ‘Juuuuust perfect.’

“Are you, you know, still an angel?” You asked eyeing him.

He nodded “but my wings aren’t what they once were, I’m still weak but I’m getting better.” He bit his lip “I can feel it.”

You nodded and clasped your hands together “alrighty then, before we start your, er training, I have a spell to finish.” You motioned towards a chair “just take a seat while I finish this up.”

He instantly walked over to a chair and sat facing you. Watching you.

You ignored his gaze and went back to work.

Gadreel watched silently as you put various ingredients Into the bowl, muttering all the while. He’d only heard about you from Castiel. About the witch who helped the Winchesters.

Whenever he spoke of you he thought about an old hag. Someone with warts and a hunched back, not….this.

The way your hair fell in front of your face while you worked, or how you would bite your lip while you were thinking. Heaven was nothing compared to where he was sitting.

“Okay!” You said breaking him out of his thoughts “I think I got it, now sit back and watch.”

'With pleasure’ he thought.

You closed your eyes and breathed deeply. Swiping your hands over the bowl once again you focused all of your energy. “omnes levitate!”

You opened your eyes and looked at your hands which were now glowing a harsh orange.

“AW YEAH!” You said pumping your fist in the air. A shot blasted from your hands and into the light above you making it explode.

You screamed and ducked down trying to shield yourself from the Sparks and debris. Gadreel was over you instantly, covering your whole body with his.

He was pressed against your back and you could feel him breathing on your neck. After a moment everything got quiet and you both just stayed there. Only for a moment though.

“Uh Gadreel?” You said removing your hands from your ears “can you get off me?”

He nodded and quickly stood up with you following. You wiped your hands on your pants “well that sucked.”

He chuckled and shook his head “it was….”

You looked at him knowingly and he nodded “it was bad.”

You laughed and looked around “let’s get this place cleaned up before the boys get back then your real training begins.” You walked off to pick up your supplies and he sighed, oh what he wouldn’t do to see you smile again.

-

“No Gadreel you gotta follow the movements on the screen.” You said while also trying to focus on dancing.

“I am.” He said waving his hands in the air “at least I hope I am.”

After 2 weeks of non stop training you’d decided to take a break. He was all yours to care for, although he lived here the boys didn’t want anything to do with him, at first. Now they were actually talking to him. But in Deans words “he was still your problem.”

He finally stopped and paused the game “Y/N what is the point of this? I thought you were going to teach me about fitting in? Or helping you all hunt?”

“Well being a human means having a little fun, which we haven’t done yet” You unpaused the game “besides I have to beat deans high score.”

He paused the game “I’ve been here 2 weeks and I’ve been useless to you. I want to protect you and care for you but i don’t know how!”

You stared at him and he finally caught his mistake “I mean all of you. Everyone. The boys, humans, Angels, and you.”

He shifted from one foot to the other avoiding your gaze.

You finally nodded “how about this. We play another round and if you win then we start combat training, if I win then we play whatever I want.”

You hooked your finger under his chin and turned his head to face you “deal?”

He licked his lips and nodded “Deal.”

You smiled and took your hand from his face. He inwardly groaned, not wanting you to stop touching him.

You chose a new song and smiled, he was going down.

-

Your body slammed down onto the mat and you tapped out. “Alright you win.”

He sat next to you and smiled “it seems I’m winning a lot today.”

You rolled your eyes and sat up “you only won because I caught a cramp.”

“When we were dancing or just now?” You glared at him before breaking off into a smile.

“Whatever smart ass, I’m gonna take a shower.” You patted his head before standing up. Gadreel watched you leave before sighing and laying back down.

Dean walked in with a towel slung over his shoulders. He looked at the angel laying on the floor and smirked “what’s got you all tuckered out?”

“I’m actually very alert right now.” Gadreel said not even bothering to look at the Winchester.

Dean rolled his eyes and set the towel in a stool “I mean, why are you laying in the floor?”

“Thinking.”

“About?”

“Y/N.”

At that Dean froze and looked at the angel. He’d had an assumption that he had a thing for you, maybe now was the time to poke at it.

“What about Y/N?” He said taking a seat next to the angel.

Gadreel looked at Dean before sighing. “Dean you’re very good with women right?”

Dean smiled “well I don’t want to brag but-”

“Would you mind helping me?” Gadreel cut him off. Dean sat back a little waiting for the angel to explain.

“How do I show my affection for her?”

Dean thought for a moment “compliment her, tell her how amazing she is.” He started “do random acts for her like buy her flowers or make her dinner, or better yet.” He snapped his fingers and pointed at the angel “ask her on a date!”

“In that order?” Gadreel sat up. Dean thought for a moment before shrugging “I suppose.”

“Will you help me?” Gadreel asked with pleading eyes. Dean nodded and clasped the angel on the shoulder “if it means getting Y/N laid finally so she won’t be so uptight then of course.”

Gadreel squinted and tilted his head a bit “laid?”

Dean shook his head “not important right now.” He stood up and motioned for him to follow “let’s get you a date.”

-

The next three days were interesting to say the least. It started when Gadreel kept staring at you during breakfast. When you finally snapped and asked him why he said it was because, actual quote, your beauty had him in a trance.

Sam and Dean erupted in laughter and you said a small thanks before returning to your meal.

Then while you were working on a spell in your room Gadreel stood next to you the whole time asking if you needed anything. Every. Five. Seconds.

But here’s the kicker. While you were in the shower he stood outside the door playing the guitar for you, every once in a while he would say something like “I hope this song is as beautiful as you.” Or “do you need more soap?”

This had Dean written all over it.

You sat in the library going over a case when the man himself walked in.
“Hey Y/N.” He said walking past you to the kitchen.

“Stop right there Winchester.” You said closing your laptop and leaning your elbows on the table “what’s going on?”

He looked around “what are you talking about?”

“Oh don’t play innocent, I know you have something to do with how Gads been acting.”

He smirked “Gad?”

“Yes Gad!” You rolled your eyes “now spill.”

He looked at you and squinted his eyes “you really don’t get it?”

You shrugged your shoulders and crossed your arms. He laughed and ran a hand though his hair “jeez for the smartest person here you’re really dumb.”

You scowled. “Y/N the poor guys got the hots for you.”

Your eyes widened. Not possible. He was a fucking angel for crying out loud! He fought wars, he died for heaven, and what were you? A witch who helped hunt her own kind and was afraid of the dark sometimes.

“No he-”

“Don’t fight me on this Kid.” Dean pointed at you “just give him a chance.”

You opened and closed your moth before finally nodding. Okay, time to get your angel.

-

You found Gadreel in his room a little while later. He was sitting on his bed reading your favorite book. You stood in the doorway and watched as his eyes scanned over the words, devouring one after the other.

You finally cleared your throat and he looked up and smiled at you. That smile that seemed to make the world blur.

“Gadreel we need to talk.” Maybe it was your tone or how you put it, but those words seemed to knock the smile off of his face.

He was a soldier again “of course, come in.”

You walked in and closed the door behind you. You stood awkwardly in front of his bed, shifting your stance.

“Gadreel I need you to tell me the truth.” You said lowly. He nodded “I would never lie to you Y/N.”

You took a deep breath “why have you been acting different?”

His eyes widened and he looked at his hands like a child caught red handed. “Y/N…”

“Please don’t lie to me Gadreel.”

He looked at you before standing up and walking towards you. You were face to face, well more like face to chest, in a matter of seconds.

“I don’t know what deans put in your head but you don’t have to like me just to be a human.” You started.

“Y/N.”

“I know angels don’t feel the same thing as humans or witches and maybe you can’t feel love or hell even like.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m just saying, don’t force yourself to like me because you think you have to. I know I’m not a powerful angel like you and I don’t deserve you a-”

“Y/N will you just listen to me for one second like a normal human being?!” He snapped making you go quiet.

You bit your lip and mumbled “but, neither of us are or will ever be normal human beings.”

He looked down at you before embracing you. You instantly wrapped your arms around his neck and laid your head on his chest.

“I like you Y/N. Not because I want to be human, or because I feel like it’ll help me adjust to this life more but because you’re you.”

He kissed your head “and that’s all it’ll ever take.”

“How is this gonna work?” You asked nuzzling into his chest.

“I believe it starts with a date.”

You nodded “id like that.”

“Which leads to you getting laid.”

You went rigid and looked up at him “Gadreel do you understand what that means?”

He smirked and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your cheek before whispering “thoroughly.”

You shivered and turned your head slightly before leaning forward. Your lips met and you dove deeper into the kiss.

He placed a hand on your hip pulling you closer and tangled his other one in your hair. His hand traveled to your thighs and he gripped them, silently commanding you to jump.

Your legs were around his waist in the blink of an eye. You bit his bottom lip and he groaned. His tongue slid to yours and caressed one another.

You pulled his hair and he moaned into your mouth before pulling back and resting his forehead against yours “I want to take it slow with you. I want to treat you like heaven itself, give you everything I have.”

You nodded “do you think one date will cover all that?”

He kissed your nose “I’ll do it as long as you’ll have me.”

Instead of answering you kissed him again. He smiled against your mouth and you felt your heart flutter.

“Hey Ga-” Sam walked in interrupting you both.

He smiled and slowly walked out of the room before closing the door.

“I owe you 5 Dean.” You heard him shout followed by a “I TOLD YOU SO!”

You chuckled and Gadreel gazed at you in awe.

“I know now why I was brought back.” He said. You raised your eyebrows in response.

“Because loving you is my mission in life, and my father knew it.”

Beyond the Steel [chapter nine]

Thanks to hot-topical-castiel for the beautiful banner.

Summary: A love story of innocence and desire.
Pairing: Dean/Human!Impala (Female) [Pala Winchester]
Side Pairing: Sam/Becky
Rating: R

If you haven’t read Under the Hood; Into the Heart and The Hunters’ Rose, you will not understand this story.
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Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four,Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight

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In the jungle, a lion’s roar,
Loud rumbling from it’s core.
Magnificent mane of golden brown,
He is a king but wears no crown.

Predator and enemy they have two,
Human hunters, Hyenas too.
The lion and his lioness pride,
If you cross them, run, don’t hide.

The roar of a Lion,
The rolling sound of thunder,
The chase of a Lion,
His prey runs asunder.

The Lion’s roar is his symbol,
Of Strength, Of Leadership, Of pride,
The raw Roar sound is tribal,
His pride, so true, abide.
Philo Yan