ramble on sing my song

sad shit always happens to me so i rarely cry about it so whenever something nice happens i can cry and boi did something really fucking nice just happen

Led Zeppelin Songs for the Signs
  • Aries: Immigrant Song// "Hammer of the gods, will drive our ships to new land. To fight the hordes, and sing and cry."
  • Taurus: Going to California// "Someone told me there's a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair. Took my chances on a big jet plane, never let them tell you that they're all the same."
  • Gemini: Babe I'm Gonna Leave You// "Babe, oh, babe... I'm gonna leave you. Oh, baby, you know, I've really got to leave you. Oh, I can hear it callin 'me."
  • Cancer: The Rain Song// "These are the seasons of emotion and like the wind they rise and fall. This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold."
  • Leo: Dazed and Confused// "You hurt and abuse tellin' all of your lies. Run 'round sweet baby, Lord how they hypnotize."
  • Virgo: Ramble On// "And now's the time, the time is now
  • To sing my song. I'm goin' 'round the world, I got to find my girl."
  • Libra: Good Times, Bad Times// "You can feel the beat within my heart. Realize, sweet babe, we ain't ever gonna part."
  • Scorpio: Communication Breakdown// "I don't know what it is that I like about you, but I like it a lot. Won't let me hold you, Let me feel your lovin' charms."
  • Sagittarius: Since I Been Loving You// "Since I've Been Loving You, I'm about to lose my worried mind. Watch out!"
  • Capricorn: I Can't Quit You Baby// "Oh, you know I love you baby. My love for you I could never hide."
  • Aquarius: Kashmir// "I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been. To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen."
  • Pisces: Stairway To Heaven// "In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, and the voices of those who stand looking."

the solo songs are not “character songs” but “the idol group member’s solo songs”… N I C E

Some thoughts on Deans Top 1 Zepp Track: more Led Zepp and LotR for Dean Winchester

In my ramblings about THE MIXTAPE, I didn’t really want to get into some in-depth analysis of Led Zeppelin themes and motifs, because that is enough material for a college essay. 

Now I realized I didn’t need to, because in this aspect, the mixtape was probably just another callback to the earlier seasons.

Okay, so “Travelling Riverside Blues” is a Robert Johnson standard that contains the famous lines “ Squeeze my lemon ‘til the juice runs down my leg
/Squeeze it so hard, I’ll fall right out of bed “, but doesn’t really have much to do with our story.

The situation is completely different with “Ramble On”, which (as I did NOT realize until now) is a one big “Lord of the Rings” reference, combined with a story of a man who is going through the world to find a lover stolen from him.

So, just for fun, let’s play a bit of a literary analysis here.

I always felt “Ramble on” was a great choice for Dean’s favorite song (with the whole “keep going forward theme”), but it never made sense in the context of going through the world to find the perfect women/lover who he had, and lost. 

Until now.

Leaves are falling all around, It’s time I was on my way. 
Thanks to you, I’m much obliged for such a pleasant stay. 

This is a reference to “Namárië” (“Farewell”), elvish poem from “The Fellowship of the Ring”, sung by Galadriel when the fellowship was leaving Lothlórien.

But now it’s time for me to go. The autumn moon lights my way. 

“The last moon of autumn” was the way to find the door into the Lonely Mountain, and the Smaug’s treasure.

For now I smell the rain, and with it pain, and it’s headed my way.
Sometimes I grow so tired, but I know I’ve got one thing I got to do…
[Chorus]
Ramble On, And now’s the time, the time is now, to sing my song. 

Always keep grinding! And absolutely, this is the perfect time for Dean to sing this song.


I’m goin’ 'round the world, I got to find my girl, on my way.
I’ve been this way ten years to the day, Ramble On,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams. 

Got no time to for spreadin’ roots, The time has come to be gone.
And to’ our health we drank a thousand times, it’s time to Ramble On.
[Chorus]

See, Dean never before has a situation where he thought he had somebody in his life who would be a perfect lover/partner for him. That is, until now. And he lost him. And now he will have to win him back. 

Mine’s a tale that can’t be told, my freedom I hold dear.
How years ago in days of old, when magic filled the air.
T'was in the darkest depths of Mordor, I met a girl so fair.
But Gollum, and the evil one crept up and slipped away with her, her, her….yeah.
[Chorus]

His story is a secret so far, the story how long time ago he met somebody in the darkest depths of Mordor (Hell?), and they became this perfect lover, but that person was stolen by the Evil One (Lucifer?), and Gollum (Jack?).


Gonna ramble on, sing my song. Gotta keep-a-searchin’ for my baby…
Gonna work my way, round the world. I can’t stop this feelin’ in my heart
Gotta keep searchin’ for my baby. I can’t find my bluebird!

The lover is his bluebird. 

Bluebird is a universal symbol for peace, happiness, prosperity, new births, good news, light in darkness, faith, heavenly realm, angels, and love sent from above (I’m shitting you not).

“Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.”

See, I’ve always felt like they would be going against their own preaching if they didn’t plan a happy ending for this show. 

Ramble on! Always keep grinding! Always keep fighting!

See, if after all these years they’d give us a tragic ending, it would kill the whole message they’ve been sending inside and outside of the show. If after all terrible things these characters were through (while they never stopped going forward), they would not get anything positive at the end, it would kill the whole idea behind the last 12 years of the show. So I think the future is bright.

how to do vocaseries right
  • honeyworks: has the voice actors sing the songs of the characters they're playing
  • mikagura: has the voice actors sing the songs of the characters they're playing
  • shuuenpro: has the voice actors sing the songs of the characters they're playing
  • kagepro: .......
  • kagepro: .......
  • kagepro: .......we did release remastered editions of the songs with actual people singing them (just not their voice actors)! that still counts, right? right?

Hihi!! So umm…..
Basically, I just locked myself up in my bathroom since my parents are FaceTiming with relatives and I got anxious–
And I started singing to myself and decided to record a little bit of my singing?? Yeah, haha…
I’m really anxious and shy about sharing my singing online and stuff so, I hope that you actually kinda like this 30 second clip ehe
Also, you might hear like muffled talking in the background and that could be my parents and relatives talking, but idk if you can hear it? Oh, and also, if I pronounced anything wrong in the clip, please know that I don’t actually speak Japanese and it’s a bit of a song from an anime called Your Lie in April (which I’m obsessed with)
But enough of my rambling, Ima just go and curl into a ball in the corner wondering if y'all will actually like it haha
Please let me know if you want to hear any more of me singing maybe?? Bye for now~ ^^

The A to your T (or, Carpe Diem and All That Jazz Pt. 2)- Peter Parker

Your name: submit What is this?


I hummed with the music that played from my earphones as I walked to the kitchen, opening the cabinet and taking a breakfast bar. “Take away gravity, I’d still fall for you,” I sung softly, “share my last electron in a covalent bond for two.” I flipped the page of my textbook on the counter and took a bite of the breakfast bar.

“Oh my god,” Natasha groaned, prompting me to remove one earphone. “Even your love songs are nerdy. Seriously, nothing about you is remotely normal teenager, huh?

I shrugged, “I like being a nerd,” I murmured. Natasha rolled her eyes, a smile on her face.

“So,” she began, making me look up at her with a raised eyebrow. “Who’s the song about?”

I blushed furiously at the question, immediately looking down. “Nobody,” I lied.

“Cool. Anybody we know?” Natasha grinned, resting her chin on her hand.

“No,” I lied, my voice squeaking.

“Is it Ned?”

“What?!” I exclaimed. “D-don’t get me wrong, Ned’s a great guy, but… no, it’s not him,” I told her before widening my eyes and looking up. “It’s not anybody!” I added, “shut up!” I looked down.

“It’s not Flash… who else do we know?”

“I said it was nobody!”

“Does his name happen to rhyme with Meter Marker?” She asked, making me blush even more.

“No!” I lied, though, I knew it was pointless. I was a terrible liar, really. That, and Natasha suspected something between us when he dropped me home after my sick school day, and I may or may not have accidentally told her about what I thought I heard him say.

“Ugh!” Natasha groaned, “Y/N! Come on, you know he likes you, loves you even! Why not tell him?”

“Because- Because-” I began, sighing, looking around before looking at Natasha. “What if he didn’t mean it? What if it was, like, you know, an impulse? Adrenaline rush and all that!” I admitted.

“You’re kidding, right?” Natasha smiled, “Y/N, he’s head over heels for you. Please, put us all out of our misery and ask him out!” She begged. I shook my head. “Come on, if not for you, for me. I have a bet with Wanda-”

“You told Wanda?!” I exclaimed.

“Shh!” She laughed, “I didn’t have to, the way you act around each other. I mean, neither of you are exactly being discrete,” she told me. I blushed again before sighing.

“Nat, he… he doesn’t like me, okay? It was just… just something he said in the moment.”

“Something who said in the moment?” Steve asked, walking into the kitchen and joining Natasha and I.

“Nobody.”

“Peter,” Natasha answered the same time I did. I glared at her, and she only shrugged. Steve laughed and rolled his eyes.

“So, this is about the school thing?” He asked Nat. I widened my eyes at him.

“Yep,” Nat answered.

“Wait, you know?” I asked.

“Y/N, pretty much everybody knows but your father, and, by the way, you should tell him if you two are going-”

“We’re not going out!” I exclaimed. “He doesn’t even like me,” I sighed, “It was probably just an in-the-moment thing, you know?” Steve scoffed and shook his head.

“A guy doesn’t tell you he loves you in the moment and not mean it.”

“He didn’t even mean for me to hear it, okay!” I defended. “It was so soft, like… like if he meant it, he would have just told me, right?” I asked. Before Steve could answer, the elevator dinged, bringing in a certain boy.

“What are we all doing in the kitchen?” Peter asked, walking in.

“They’re making fun of my taste in music,” I lied smoothly, shrugging, putting on my earphone again before leaving the kitchen with my textbook.


“Thallium and Lead then Bismuth for your tummy, Polonium, Astatine would not be yummy, Radon, Francium will last a little time, Radium then Actinides at 89,” I sang, highlighting a line in my textbook. “This is the Periodic Table, Noble gas is stable, Halogens and Alkali react aggressively, each period will see new outer shells, while electrons are added moving to the right-” A knock prompted me to look up from my textbook and remove my earphones. I begrudgingly got up and opened my door. “Peter!”

“Hi,” he smiled.

“Hi,” I replied. I looked at my watch before looking up at him. “Peter, it’s eleven. What are you still doing here?” I asked, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, th-there’s nothing wrong with you being here, it’s just that you usually go home after you train and-” I sighed, exasperated with myself, “Forget it,” I muttered hopelessly, opening the door wider and stepping aside, letting him in. Peter grinned at my rambling before coming in.

“What song were you singing?” Peter asked curiously. “I mean, I just heard you singing and-”

“Relax, Peter,” I giggled, making him blush and look down. “It was the Periodic Table of Elements song by ASAPScience, and before you judge my taste in music-”

“No,” Peter interrupted, looking up at me. “I mean, it’s… it’s cute,” Peter told me, making me look down and blush.

“I… thanks, I guess,” I looked up at him.

“Y/N-”

“Peter-” We said at the same time, before looking away, both blushing furiously before looking at each other again.

“You can go first,” I told him. Peter nodded, offering me a tight-lipped smile.

“I just… I need to tell you something. Well, I mean, ask you… I mean… God, this is hard,” he chuckled.

“Relax,” I told him, “You could tell me anything.”

“I know, I know, and that’s great, and I really appreciate it, and…” Peter chuckled. “Well, Mr. Stark may or may not have said something earlier about a certain… bet-”

“Oh god,” I murmured, a feeling of dread coming over me. I knew what he was getting at. His voice, his nervousness, the way he was phrasing it. He was going to tell me he knew that I liked him and he was going to reject me and go all ‘we could still be friends, right?’

“Yeah,” Peter chuckled. I walked to my bed and sat down. “I mean, I… I really like you, Y/N,” he told me.

“Uhuh,” I murmured, barely hearing it. Peter only looked at me before sitting next to me. I waited for the ‘but,’ but this silence seemed excruciating long. “Well?”

“What do you mean ‘well?’“

“Well, where’s- where’s the ‘but’, where’s the ‘however?’” I asked.

“There’s… there is none,” Peter told me. I looked at him incredulously.

“What? What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Peter chuckled, taking one of my hands in his before looking up at me and locking his brown eyes on mine. “I really like you.”

Five second upon hearing this, I slapped Peter’s shoulder as hard as I could.

“Ow!” He laughed.

“You- You can’t just do that!” I told him, “You seriously worried me, you jerk! I thought you were going to reject me! You’re terrible!” Peter laughed at me.

“Sorry! Sorry! You know I’m bad with words!”

“Christ, Parker! I mean, seriously, you gave me a heart attack!” I chuckled, making Peter chuckle too, but he paused, looking away before looking back up at me.

“Wait, so… you like me too?”

“Well, Peter, I don’t see how else I’d get a heart attack by what you were saying. I mean, maybe there was poison in my food, but that would be some crazy coincidence,” I giggled. “Seriously, though, scare me like that again, I will actually give you a NaCl sandwich.”

“You mean a knuckle sandwich?”

“No, I mean I will actually put a bunch of sea salt in between two slices of bread and feed it to you.” Peter grimaced at the thought and I nodded feverishly. “Yeah, so don’t give me anymore heart attacks. That includes dying. You die, I will give you at least five NaCl sandwiches.”

“Not, like, a hundred?” Peter laughed.

“No, Peter. I’ll be pissed, but that doesn’t mean I want to give the ghost of you kidney stones.” Peter laughed even harder at my reasoning.

“Talk about priorities,” Peter grinned.

“You have no idea. You know, being with me means a lot of nerdy pick up lines and jokes. For example,” I looked around before taking a piece of paper, folding a paper into a small angle. “You remind me of this angle,” I told him. Peter had an amused grin on my face as he looked at me.

“Why?” He humoured.

“You’re acute and you’re smart,” I grinned at him. He groaned.

“You’re terrible!” I laughed, unfolding it slightly so it would make a 90 degree angle.

“See, now you remind me of this one; you’re right,” I chuckled.

“Please stop,” Peter grinned.

“Nobelium.”

“Y/N!”

“Peter!” I laughed as he stood up and walked closer to me.

“No more puns,” he pleaded.

“What are you gonna do about it?” I asked, smirking and crossing my arms.

“I’ll kiss you.”

“Oh,” I whispered, breathlessly.

You know, oxytocin, serotonin, and dopamine are the three chemicals you feel when you’re in love. You could make them all artificially, but overdosing could drive you crazy, so, obviously, people don’t go making literal love potions.

I’ll tell you something, though. You don’t want to have love in a bottle. See, if you keep having it, other than risking you’re sanity, you make love into a normal thing when it isn’t. No, love should never come in a bottle. Wait for the real thing; it’s much better that way.

Find My Bluebird (Ramble On)

Chapter One - Gollum and the Evil One

Leaves are falling all around

It’s time I was on my way

Thanks to you I’m much obliged

For such a pleasant stay

But now it’s time for me to go

The autumn moon lights my way

For now I smell the rain

And with it pain

And it’s headed my way


Ah, sometimes I grow so tired

But I know I’ve got one thing I got to do


Ramble on

And now’s the time, the time is now

To sing my song

I’m goin’ ‘round the world, I got to find my girl

On my way

I’ve been this way ten years to the day

Ramble on

Gotta find the queen of all my dreams


Got no time for spreadin’ roots

The time has come to be gone

And tho’ our health we drank a thousand times


It’s time to ramble on

Ramble on

And now’s the time, the time is now

To sing my song

I’m going 'round the world, I got to find my girl

on my way

I’ve been this way ten years to the day

I gotta ramble on

I gotta find the queen of all my dreams


I ain’t tellin’ no lie

Mine’s a tale that can’t be told

My freedom I hold dear

How years ago in days of old

When magic filled the air

T’was in the darkest depths of Mordor

I met a girl so fair

But Gollum, and the evil one

crept up and slipped away with her


Her, her, yeah

Ain’t nothing I can do, no

I guess I keep on rambling

I’m gonna, yeah, yeah, yeah

Sing my song (I gotta find my baby)

I’m going 'round the world (I gotta ramble on sing my song, gotta work my way around the world baby, baby)

Ramble on, yeah

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, my baby

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doodoo doodoo doodoo doodoo doodoo

I gotta keep searching for my baby (baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)

I gotta keep-a-searchin’ for my baby (my, my, my, my, my, my, my baby)

~~~

Dean Winchester

Dean fell to his knees upon the sand. No, this can’t be happening, he thought as he looked into the still face of his friend and companion. No, not Cas.

He looked up to the sky and wondered where Chuck was. Why was the bastard allowing this? After all Dean did for him. How could he simply not care?

Dean sank further to the ground, not caring that the sand was wet beneath the seat of his jeans. No no no no no, he thought as the first tear slipped down his face. Not Cas.

He let a hand reach towards the tan fabric of his coat and gripped at the angel’s arm as more tears clouded his vision. “No,” he rasped out as he leaned forward instinctively. “Cas, please…”

His other hand found it’s way to the angel’s cheek and Dean felt how cold it was beneath is palm. “I need you, dammit! Please Cas… Please don’t leave me,” he said as he began to shake. “I need you.”

“Dean…” came his Sam’s voice from behind him. He hadn’t heard him approach. He ignored the younger Winchester and simply continued to stare into the lifeless face of his dead companion. “Dean!” his brother said again, more forcefully, yet Dean continued to disregard him.

Only when Dean felt a hand grasp his shoulder did he look up. “He can’t be gone, Sammy. He just can’t,” the hunter cried, unable to make eye contact with the man crouching beside him. He couldn’t have stopped the tears if he had wanted to.

“Dean, I-”

“No, I don’t think you understand,” Dean managed to choke out through trembling lips. “He’s gone! He was the best man I ever knew and now he’s…” He couldn’t make himself say it. Hell, he could barely think it. He turned his attention back to his angel, noticing the wing marks seared into the sand. Dean lightly traced a finger along the imprint of a feather and wished it were him. He wished he were the one lying on the ground instead of Cas.

Sam sighed. “Dean, I’m… I’m so sorry. I know what he meant to you…” he said softly.

Dean didn’t bother arguing. What was the point? “I never got to say it back…” he murmured, moving his hand to grip the angel’s coat below his lapel.

Both brothers were quiet for some time as Sam allowed Dean to mourn a while longer before he spoke. “The nephilim disappeared,“ Sam informed him.

“Huh,” was all Dean managed to say. His attention still glued to the face of the lifeless body in front of him.

“Yeah, um… I went inside and found Kelly… She’s… gone,” Sam explained even though he knew Dean wasn’t really listening. “Jack killed her.” When his brother didn’t say anything, Sam continued. “There were these… footprints burnt into the floor and I followed them to the nursery. And there he was, in the corner of the room, fully grown and naked.”

This caught Dean’s attention. “Fully grown?” he asked, still not taking his eyes off the angel.

“Yeah… And then he looked up at me and smiled. It was fucking creepy, dude. His eyes glowed gold.”

“And then what?”

“And then he disappeared, like I told you.”

“Weird,” Dean observed. “So how do we even find him?”

“I don’t know,” Sam admitted.

Dean tore his eyes away from Cas and looked at this brother. “So we don’t know where Rosemary’s not-baby went, we don’t know how to reopen the portal to get Mom back, and we don’t know where angels go when they die… But we’re sure as shit gonna find out,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Excuse me?” Sam asked and Dean gave him a hard look.

“I said we’re gonna figure it out. We’re finding Satan’s hell-spawn, we’re reopening the portal to Bizzaro World, and we’re getting Cas back,” Dean said with such determination all Sam could do was nod.

They wrapped Cas’s body in a white sheet they found in the house and carefully carried him to the Impala.

“He belongs at the bunker not on some beach,” Dean said as they laid him in the backseat. “It always should have been his home.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to give him a hunter’s funeral?” Sam asked as they closed the doors and began walking back towards the beach.

“He’ll need a body to come back to,” Dean shrugged as if were just that simple. “Besides, you didn’t burn me. Cas is family. He deserves Winchester treatment.”

“Okay, but he’s an angel, he could always find another body,” Sam explained.

Dean stopped mid-stride and turned to look at his brother. “Not one that’s unoccupied. Sam, that’s his body. He don’t need another one.” Having made his point, Dean strutted off towards the pyre they had set up for Kelly.

The boys were silent as they salted and burned Kelly, watching the fire licked away at the white sheet covering her body, turning it black as the flames consumed her.

“She didn’t deserve this,” Sam said solemnly as he watched the pyre.

Dean laughed, his chuckle deprived of all humor. “People rarely get what they deserve, Sam.”

“No, I guess not,” Sam admitted. “I just know this isn’t what they wanted.”

“People don’t really know what they want,” Dean said quietly. “Not until it’s too late.”

“Don’t tell me you’re giving up on him,” Sam said, turning to his brother, his face scrunched up in concern.

“Never.”

~~~

The brothers were quiet as they drove the twenty-seven hours down I-90. Dean refused to turn on the radio so they drove in silence, only stopping for gas or food. Although, Dean didn’t eat and he barely slept - taking one three hour nap once they hit Montana - and insisted on taking the lion’s share of the trip. His bloodshot eyes kept looking back at Cas’s body in the rear-view, as if the angel were going to wake up somehow. As if his gaze could somehow will him awake.

Behind the bunker, in a clearing, they held an angelic funeral. Dean didn’t say a word as he dug Cas’s grave and lowered his lifeless body into it, alone. When he finished, he stayed by the small dirt mound and cross made out of sticks long after Sam decided it was time to go back inside. He’d begged Dean to go with him, saying that it was cold outside and that Dean needed his rest, but his stubborn brother refused. He just kept staring at Cas’s name etched into the wood.

As he sat there, at dawn, in the damp dew-covered grass, he thought of everything he and his angel experienced together over the past nine years. He remembered meeting Cas in the barn and how magnificently terrifying his wings were, though they were just shadows on a wall. He remembered all the times Cas had died and all the times he had come back to him… and how surprised he was each and every time. He remembered Purgatory and how relieved he was to find Cas crouched beside the stream when he’dfinally found him. He remembered how hard he fought to get Cas out, and how he’d chosen to stay. How he thought he deserved it. He remembered Cas’s face when he asked him to leave the bunker and how it felt when he finally saw him again at that Gas-n-Sip months later. He remembered the Mark of Cain and Cas being possessed by Lucifer and just how happy the angel had been when he showed up alive back at the bunker. Most of all, he remembered the past year. All of it, in agonizing detail. Cas stabbing Billie because he… they meant too much to him. Castiel, an angel of the lord, told him… them he loved them as he thought he was dying.

‘I love you… I love all of you…’  he’d said. Dean was pretty sure the first one was meant for him. He was more than sure. He knew it. The way Cas had made eye contact with him…

Dean’s throat constricted and he felt the tears well in his eyes for the hundredth time. “Cas… I’m so sorry. I… I never got to say it back…” he cried.

He’d thought the mix tape he’d given Cas might let him know how he felt, but the idiot had tried to give it back. ‘It’s a gift. You keep those,’ he’d told him, thinking there’d be time. But he was all out of time. Castiel was dead. But he’d be damned if he let him stay that way.

“Cas… I don’t know where you are or if you can even hear me but… I’m coming for you. I swear it.”

~~~

Castiel

He opens his eyes but all he can see is whiteness. He can no longer feel his body nor does he know what is up or down. All there is is nothing. It’s eerily empty.

But then he remembers dying. He remembers the pain shooting through his body as the blade pierced his chest. But most of all, he remembers Dean’s face. It was the last thing he saw before waking up to nothingness.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been here. It could have been centuries or only a few seconds, there’s no way of knowing. All he can do is float. And think. He thinks of Dean.

Dean Winchester. The Righteous Man. The man who ended the apocalypse and survived Purgatory at his side. The man who has been more of a family to him than his own ever was. The man he loved despite the fact that he could never love him back. His Dean.

And then, suddenly, he can feel him. He can feel his longing. “No.. Cas, please… I need you, dammit! Please Cas… Please don’t leave me… I NEED you,” Dean voice says inside his head.

“Dean!” Cas tries to shout but nothing comes out. His words have no air to carry them. There is only empty. If he could still cry he would, but he can’t. So he simply floats. For hours or maybe seconds. There is no time.

“Cas… I’m so sorry. I… I never got to say it back…” Dean’s voice says after some time. Say what back? Cas wonders. He can’t mean… “Cas… I don’t know where you are or if you can even hear me but… I’m coming for you. I swear it.”

And because it’s all he has left, Cas allows himself to hope. He allows himself to believe that his human will come for him and that maybe just maybe he might just love him back.

To be continued…

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Led Zeppelin ~ Ramble On

Leaves are falling all around
It’s time I was on my way
Thanks to you I’m much obliged
For such a pleasant stay
But now it’s time for me to go
The autumn moon lights my way
For now I smell the rain
And with it pain
And it’s headed my way

Ah, sometimes I grow so tired
But I know I’ve got one thing I got to do

Ramble on
And now’s the time, the time is now
To sing my song
I’m goin’ ‘round the world, I got to find my girl
On my way
I’ve been this way ten years to the day
Ramble on
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams

Got no time for spreadin’ roots
The time has come to be gone
And thoough our health we drank a thousand times
It’s time to ramble on

Ramble on
And now’s the time, the time is now
To sing my song
I’m going 'round the world, I got to find my girl
on my way
I’ve been this way ten years to the day
I gotta ramble on
I gotta find the queen of all my dreams

I ain’t tellin’ no lie
Mine’s a tale that can’t be told
My freedom I hold dear
How years ago in days of old
When magic filled the air
’T was in the darkest depths of Mordor
I met a girl so fair
But Gollum, and the evil one
crept up and slipped away with her
Her, her, yeah
Ain’t nothing I can do, no

I guess I keep on rambling
I’m gonna, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sing my song (I gotta find my baby)
I’m going 'round the world (I gotta ramble on sing my song, gotta work my way around the world baby, baby)
Ramble on, yeah
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, my baby
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doodoo doodoo doodoo doodoo doodoo

I gotta keep searching for my baby (baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)
I gotta keep-a-searchin’ for my baby (my, my, my, my, my, my, my baby)
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (my, my, my, my, my, my baby)
Oh, I can’t find my bluebird (my, my, my, my, my, my, yeah)
I’d listen to my bluebird sing but I, I can’t find my bluebird (yeah, I keep rambling baby)
I keep rambling baby (I keep, I keep, I keep)
I keep rambling baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

4

”You were red

and you liked me because I was blue

You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky

And you decided purple just wasn’t for you“

characters as song: rae and finn // colors by halsey

Peculiar Stranger (Part 3)

Dean x Reader

Summary: You meet unlikely hunting partners on your wendigo case.

Warnings: Creepy woods, cursing.

Part 1, Part 2

A/N: Hope you guys like this :) I love all your feedback!!

Originally posted by samsfight


“Ramble on! And now’s the time and the time is now to sing my song!” Chris’s off tune voice fills the car as his hands drum on the steering wheel. 

“I’m going round the world I got to find my girl!” He points at you to start singing, but you just laugh and gently push him. “You’re such a dork”, you chuckle and he begins to laugh with you.

Soon after, you pull up to the national park and park the car. Double checking your bags, you close the trunk. In the parking lot is a small child and his mother walk to their car. At least they were safe. Shaking your head, you start your trek to find the wendigo. The leaves crunch beneath your feet, causing you to slightly jump. You hate wendigos.

Luckily, though, it is still daytime, hopefully giving you enough time to scorch the thing and get out before nightfall. 

The hot sun pelts your skin, and you and Chris have to take a break to catch your breath. As you tap a sip of water, you pause, hearing a twig snap behind you. Chris notices too, motioning you to stay still as he drew his gun. Quickly, he turns around and points the pistol towards a familiar figure.

“Drop your weapon!” Chris demands as you groan.

“Chris, it’s fine. It’s just tweedle dee and tweedle dum.” Chris’s eyes open wide as he looks at the brothers. “You’re the Winchesters.”

“The one and only”, Dean snorts, putting away his gun.

“You know”, you stand up and face Dean, “it’s really shitty of you to keep taking my hunts.”

Dean forces a grin. “Sorry princess”, you see Chris stiffen, “but it was a case nearby. Thought we’d take it.”

“Well you can have it”, Chris says, picking up his backpack. “Let’s go.”

With those words, you hear an inhuman screech in the distance, turning your blood cold. “Maybe it’s best we stay together”, Sam reasons, and you actually finally agree with a Winchester.

You all gather wood for a fire and place symbols in a circle. Night soon falls unfortunately, causing you to be on constant edge. Sam’s reading a book, Chris is carving a spear out of wood, and Dean, well Dean keeps looking at you. 

“Is there something on my face?” You joke seriously, and his face turns red. Chris almost scowls at this, instinctively moving closer to you. Silence soon follows, the only sound being crickets and the fire crackling. 

Soon, it’s shattered as you hear a child’s voice scream closely. You want to cover your ears and close your eyes, but you remember the child in the parking lot. Dean seems to remember too as he stand up abruptly. “It’s mimicking voices, Dean!” Sam reminds him. But it’s too late, for he’s already running towards the source. 

You stand up as well. “We can’t take any chances”, you mumble, heading off after Dean.

Chris tries to follow you, but Sam grabs his arm. “We’re better here. Let’s make a plan and find them.”

Your lungs burn as you quickly chase after the voice and Dean, pausing abruptly when you hear it suddenly stop. You stay quiet and move slowly. Soon, you see a figure on the ground, and your stomach clenches uncomfortably. Luckily, his chest rises and falls, causing you to sigh in relief. You gently shake Dean’s shoulder, but he’s out cold. You can’t carry him- he’s too heavy and you’d attract too much noise.

Before you can formulate a plan, a hard, solid force hits you in the back of the head, causing your body to slump on top of Dean’s.

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