my yard by your yard

I joked about this on twitter and somehow it got a lot longer than I intended. Thanks to Mr. Ackles for the Awkwardville quote. Perceived MCD for a second but no one is dead, I promise. 3.4k. on AO3

Dean shouts a warning too late and the spell hits Cas like fireworks.

The witch doesn’t get another word out before Sam runs him through. The blade is rusted. Cas’s name echoes, a lamentation, through the moon-streaked forest.

Dean crouches in the dirt beside the charred remains of Cas’s coat and suit, still smoking from the blast. There’s nothing left of him–no blood, no skin, not even the usual stench of burning hair. With trembling fingers, Dean combs through the pile to retrieve Cas’s badge.

He feels a strange emptiness, hollowness in his chest. He squeezes the badge until it hurts, to make certain he’s still alive. The pain is real, and therefore so is he. He isn’t dreaming.

Sam has knelt down beside him and murmurs something. He puts a hand on Dean’s back and rubs the way you might console a child. There’s a sound Dean doesn’t recognize: a deep, horrible moan. Someone is sobbing. It takes a minute to realize it’s him.

He lets Sam console him, lets him drag Dean’s face to his shoulder.

“We should get going,” Sam says when Dean has quieted. The horizon is beginning to burn with morning. Sam walks toward it. Wordlessly, Dean stands up to follow. His eyes are dry. He gives a final glance to the ashes and gasps to find they’re being watched.

A small black and white cat, frozen above the coat in mid-sniff, stares at him. Dean stares back. The cat is missing a tail but appears in good health. It sits beside the pile, keeping its eyes on Dean, and when it tilts its head, some part of him just knows.


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It’s hoooooooooottttttt. ! *°~\(-_-)/CALIENTE !×~× Ooo it’s pretty today (I like nature:).

So latest news of Hannah taking her rage out into the world? I got into a disagreement with Pixelboat by saying some version of Actions Speak Louder than Words,* and he sicked his 84K followers on me lol. If I had a drama-based youtube channel I’d be thrilled. But I don’t, so I’m not. It’s not even a twitter war. Just a barrage of virtue signalling platitudes and gifs (yuck). 

*More specifically, I argued that racism - and mere accusation of racism - isn’t as bad as assault. Source: I’ve worked with a person who had some pretty not-okay opinions of certain races - not even going to go into the sexists - and I’ve worked with multiple people who lost their minds and assaulted people on the job for disagreeing with them. Guess which ones I had to call the police on? If you guessed the ones committing an actual crime, you win!

I care as much about people calling me names on social media right now as I do about any former racist coworkers. They’re bullies and they’re boring, and ultimately, they’re powerless. Those coworkers knew that the moment they acted on their bigotry in the form of either discrimination or assault, they’d no longer be “just racist”. After crossing that line, they’d have to face legal action in terms of a discrimination lawsuit or a felony. The same goes for twitter or tumblr hate to be honest.

When people tell you not to assault other people, we’re not trying to stop your fun; we’re looking out for you and the people around you. Racism can and has been undone with words in certain cases, but the same is not possible with assault.

The storm was really giving it everything it had. This was its big chance. It had spent years hanging around the provinces, putting in some useful work as a squall, building up experience, making contacts, occasionally leaping out on unsuspecting shepherds or blasting quite small oak trees. Now an opening in the weather had given it an opportunity to strut its hour, and it was building up its role in the hope of being spotted by one of the big climates.
It was a good storm. There was quite effective projection and passion there, and critics agreed that if it would learn to control its thunder it would be, in years to come, a storm to watch.
The woods roared their applause and were full of mists and flying leaves.
—  Terry Pratchett  -  “Wyrd Sisters”

“Y/N… can you come here?”

“Did you break the register again? How can you be so good with a wrench and so bad with technology?

"I didn’t break it last time! Just come help me un-break it.”

Nature AUs

I got caught in the rain while walking home and I saw you dancing in the rain in the park and you invited me to join you AU

When it’s really sunny I like to walk around with an umbrella because I burn easily and today I saw you doing the same thing as me and when we passed each other on the sidewalk we stealthily nodded AU

It’s super windy and that poor girl’s dress keeps flying up so you and I are using our bodies to shield her from the pervs AU

It’s snowing really hard and it’s super late and my car broke down in front of your house can I come in please I promise I’m not a rapist or a robber AU

I’m your neighbor and you have a big ass oak tree in your yard that sheds leaves all over my yard and you came and collected all the leaves and brought them to your yard and made a huge pile and played in it for an hour and you are an ADULT why are you so damn ADORABLE AU

Whenever there’s a thunderstorm I like to go outside and hold an umbrella above my head to see if I’ll get struck by lightning and I’m wearing a fuzzy sweatshirt and I jus static shocked myself and I thought it was lightning so I jumped really high and squeaked like a smol child and you saw and now you’re laughing your ass off AU