Dean’s attention was pulled away from Charlie (who snorted
into her drink) when Castiel grabbed his arm.
“Uh,” Dean said, feeling like he was missing out on some
vital information. Castiel’s wide eyes were a little too bright and his cheeks
were flushed with pink, indicating that he was probably a little bit drunk,
though that still didn’t help clear up the situation.
“Come here!” Castiel dragged Dean by the arm across the
crowded room until they stood in front of a short brunette who Dean thought was
named Meg. Castiel wrapped his arm around Dean’s waist and squeezed him to his
“I told you!” he told Meg triumphantly. “I have a boyfriend!”
Meg looked Dean up and down incredulously. “You’re dating Dean Winchester?”
Starting to catch on, Dean put a possessive arm around
Castiel’s shoulders. “Yeah, he is. Got a problem with that?”
So I found this very old sketch deep within my folders and decided to spend my evening redrawing it. I’m actually very happy that I found it bc it so happens to be a year since I drew the original and this way I can see how much I’ve grown since then.
make me choose ≡ alexandra-grey asked: callie torres or stefan salvatore
it hurts me. it hurts me, knowing what i’ve done. and that pain, that pain is with me all the time. and every day i think that if I just…if i just give myself over to the blood, i can make that pain stop. it would be that easy. and every day i fight.