castielofthursday:

futuredean2014:

castielofthursday:

futuredean2014 replied to your post: OOC YOUR CASTIEL COSPLAY WAS AMAZING SDFGHJKL;LKHGFDSD :D

((WHAT CON WAS THAT? I’M GOING TO NJCON AND AM PUMPED JUST TO SEE COSPLAYERS LKJHGF))

((ALA. IT WAS FUN. AND I STAYED IN A HOTEL, AND THE SUPERNATURAL GATHERING WAS CRASHED BY DR. WHO, SHERLOCK, AND GOOD OMENS.))

((GAH THAT SOUNDS SO AWESOME. GYFSVGOBUK IT’S LIKE A GIANT FANDOM CELEBRATION))

((THE SHERLOCK TOOK PICTURES OF ME WITH HIS PHONE AND WHEN I ASKED WHY HE SAID. “EVIDENCE OF ANGELS!” I FANGASAMED SO HARD.))

((:D :D :D YOU ARE PROOF OF ANGELS A+ FOR YOU))

castielofthursday:

futuredean2014 replied to your post: OOC YOUR CASTIEL COSPLAY WAS AMAZING SDFGHJKL;LKHGFDSD :D

((WHAT CON WAS THAT? I’M GOING TO NJCON AND AM PUMPED JUST TO SEE COSPLAYERS LKJHGF))

((ALA. IT WAS FUN. AND I STAYED IN A HOTEL, AND THE SUPERNATURAL GATHERING WAS CRASHED BY DR. WHO, SHERLOCK, AND GOOD OMENS.))

((GAH THAT SOUNDS SO AWESOME. GYFSVGOBUK IT’S LIKE A GIANT FANDOM CELEBRATION))

Man, I am bored. 

This sucks.

drapedindecadence:

Cas groaned, body going limp as Dean flipped them over. It would be nice to not have to be in control for once. “Dean. Please.” Cas could feel the tingling in his finger tips fade, the fuzz in his brain lifting. Damn it. He wanted this, had wanted this since the day he’d raised Dean from hell, but he didn’t want it like this. “Dean, yes, Dean…” 

Dean could already feel his self control slipping, the dark thoughts he kept locked in the corners of his mind breaking free in a stream of want, take, need, taste, as he started working his lips against Cas’ neck, fingers sliding to work away the loose blue shirt draped over the man’s torso. Clothing was simply cumbersome and getting in the way of him tasting the forbiddenly delicious pale skin of Castiel.

With a grunt of annoyance, Dean ripped at a weak hem, the shirt ripping down the center and being rendered useless. Lips instantly moved down the line of his pulse to his collar bone, teeth scraping possessively, his own erection growing against his thigh.

“Cas…”

~@futuredean2014 

sweetcas:

futuredean2014:

sweetcas:

“Dean, you always blame yourself, for everything. Everything is not always your fault. How many times do I have to tell you that?” Cas kept staring at the hunter, waiting for an answer. 

Dean didn’t look up right away, fingers curling more tightly around his knees. How the Hell would Cas understand that it was Dean’s fault. All of it - his own brother chose Lucifer over him for God’s sake. Or lack thereof, as Dean grew to learn. Castiel had given everything up for Dean, and Dean failed to be there for his friend when he needed him most.

He managed to lose everyone, simply by being himself.

With a faint smile, trying to make it look like it wasn’t a big deal, Dean shook his head.

“You don’t understand Cas.”

Cas knew he look confused but couldn’t hide it. It was written all over his face. “Fine. You are right; I don’t understand. Humans confuse the hell out of me but I know you, Dean. You’ve saved the world more times than anyone knows, yet you still manage to only see the bad.” He looked at the hunter with sincerity and love. “I just wish you would think about that, at least sometimes. You are a great man, Dean. Don’t sell yourself short.” 

Dean looked up, surprised to hear Cas speak so bluntly and almost humanly about his lack of understanding. He could feel the shock showing in his expression, so he quickly looked down at his hands, composing himself.

“Cas, I’m the reason the Apocalypse began. The world would have been much better off if I just stayed dead all those times I died.”

Dean wanted to say if Cas had left him in Hell, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t because that would have meant not meeting Castiel. And not even Dean was that good a liar.

~@futuredean2014 

sweetcas:

“Dean, you always blame yourself, for everything. Everything is not always your fault. How many times do I have to tell you that?” Cas kept staring at the hunter, waiting for an answer. 

Dean didn’t look up right away, fingers curling more tightly around his knees. How the Hell would Cas understand that it was Dean’s fault. All of it - his own brother chose Lucifer over him for God’s sake. Or lack thereof, as Dean grew to learn. Castiel had given everything up for Dean, and Dean failed to be there for his friend when he needed him most.

He managed to lose everyone, simply by being himself.

With a faint smile, trying to make it look like it wasn’t a big deal, Dean shook his head.

“You don’t understand Cas.”

~@futuredean2014 

sweetcas:

futuredean2014:

sweetcas:

futuredean2014:

Dean didn’t answer right away, not wanting to upset the angel any more than he had already managed to do so in the course of a few mere moments. He wasn’t sure how to really answer that question - he only found out Sam had said yes about a month after it had happened. And to be honest, he never really knew if Cas had known prior and held back because he didn’t want to hurt Dean, or because he knew it was inevitable.

Dean wanted to look away, but he didn’t.

“You were aware you were falling ‘bout a month after the first Croat outbreak in Texas. You didn’t actually tell anyone you thought it was happening until about a month later. But I saw you try to heal yourself when one of them bit you. You managed to, but something in your expression told me it… Wasn’t lookin’ good. You were losing your Grace.” Dean paused, trying to think.

“I found out Sam had said yes about two months after that moment.”

Dean told me the truth without breaking eye contact. I could see the hurt in his eyes. I went and sat on the nearby bed and sat down with my face in my hands. “I-I…” I couldn’t put words together. I couldn’t even look up at Dean. 

Dean didn’t move towards the angel right away, thinking what to do. It had, well, been a long time since he had had his angel to deal with. To try and figure out, as opposed to just brushing off the drug induced ramblings of the stoner version he knew.

But this was still Cas. His Cas.

Quietly, Dean sat on the bed next to the angel, not reaching out to touch him again, but giving him a chance to pull himself together. 

Dean sat next to me and my face was still in my hands. I could tell he was not sure what to do. “I-I’m sorry, Dean.” He said through his hands and then ran his hands through his hair and looked ahead instead of the hunter. “I’ve caused you so much pain. To watch me deteriorate, plus losing your brother…I-I can’t tell you how sorry I am.” I looked at the hunter with tears in my eyes.

 

“You… You didn’t mean to.” Dean looked down, hands braced on his knees. “I should have done more. When you started falling, I should have… I dunno, helped more or something. I just, watched you fall. I felt like I had too much going on, and that you could handle it. By the time Sam…” He trailed off again, biting back the things he wanted to say about Sam, so he changed his train of thought.

“By the time I realized how far you had fallen, I didn’t… I didn’t know how to help. I didn’t know who you were anymore.”

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drunkdean:

futuredean2014:

drunkdean:

Why hello there!

Hey yourself, stranger. Or not really - you’re another version of me, huh?

 I’m your 2012 version, it seems… Not so distant, huh?  So, what’s 2014 like?

It sucks. Majorly. Pretty much everyone’s dead or dying, and those who aren’t wish they were. -grins faintly- 2012 wasn’t too bad though.

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ask-thetricksterofheaven:

futuredean2014:

ask-thetricksterofheaven:

futuredean2014:

How many of you are there?!

A lot, but I am the best version.

How modest of you.