series of images “Dulcis Domus”, an ongoing project that documents some
of the many places throughout Europe that have fallen into
disrepair; villas, palaces and castles, halfway between life and death.
I do appreciate that Carol took a moment to stare off directly into Tobin’s direction like there wasn’t nothing but dead air over there and then walked in the other direction LOL. I may or may not have snorted my coffee just then.
Summary: Castiel shows no sign of regaining his memory, and Dean decides to have word with the reader about what she’s letting him believe.
A week passes and Castiel’s memory, at least the important parts, remains missing. Lore and knowledge of how to hunt has been coming back in a steady stream, and he is at least familiar with the bunker, the Impala, and his Lincoln Continental, but the Winchesters are strangers, and you are his wife. He’s been spending a lot of time with Sam and Dean trying to memorize the stories they tell him, eagerly attempting to regain the identity you all say he had. The brothers so far have granted your only request: let him believe he has a home and a marriage and humanity.
Every night he shares your bed and falls asleep flush to you. In the mornings he lies with you until you wake up or wake him up, and then he makes everyone breakfast in his pajamas. You walk in on him frying eggs or flipping pancakes and soon have a cup of hot coffee pressed into your hands. Sometimes he kisses you. He’s everything a girl could want in a husband.