Just another squeefiend.

The phone thing

because Cas has his own thing going and so does Dean so they can’t meet
very often but they do call each other, sometimes, late at night, and even
when they don’t have much to say they just stay on the phone and breathe
together, and that’s why hearing Dean’s voice in his ear even for a moment
makes Cas smile, and that’s why hearing his own name on the phone makes
Dean smile.

(and I’m sorry I might be doing this all day. Tumblr post-by-mail has
ruined me.)


Castiel’s anger, though…

looking at Dean’s arm with the mark on it and remembering when *he* gave Dean a mark, a mark that meant salvation, that meant Dean was worth something, and Dean only ever treated it as a nuisance. But he’s accepted *this *mark… asked for it… and despite everything Cas does for him, feels for him, Dean still thinks this way about himself?

Castiel’s anger and worry cloud his grief, at least for now.

(inspired by @tayahill)


rockandroam:

  • Dean listening to Gabriel’s voicemail with a priceless expression of shock and horror.

  • Gabriel teasing the Winchesters face-to-face again.

  • Gabriel stealing Dean’s pie/car/room.

  • Repeatedly.

  • Random candy wrappers all over the bunker.

  • Gabriel and Castiel working side by side.

  • The parallel of brethren angels fighting alongside brethren hunters.

  • Gabriel and Dean constantly digging at each other while Sam and Castiel stand by rolling their eyes and shaking their heads.

  • Gabriel getting Castiel to smile, showing him that there’s still humor, even in the dark times.

  • Gabriel saying “Abbadouche” again.

  • Gabriel in a sass-off against Crowley.

  • Gabriel uniting and leading the factions of angels.

  • Gabriel’s true cunning and battle skills.

  • Gabriel kicking Metatron’s ass.

  • Gabriel giving Castiel his grace back.

  • Gabriel becoming the new ruler of Heaven.

  • A moment’s happiness.


THESE ARE ALL THINGS WE COULD HAVE HAD!


Gabriel

Gabriel wakes up somewhere, and his head hurts, hard.

He picks himself up, puts himself together and tries to wrap his head around the changed world that’s around him.

Angels. Their charged presences are everywhere. Vibrating on this plane, where they’re not supposed to be, making everything sort of hum with this discordant background noise. And his own existence, the most out-of-tune of all, something that should not be — on this plane or any other.
Why is he here? How is he here?

He thinks for a moment that the Big Fight has gone down and is over with, and one of his brothers (Michael, with all these angels on earth it has to have been Michael who was the victor) has brought him back.

But Michael’s presence isn’t there. There’s a distinct lack of anything archangel-y, save himself and a weird sort of buzzy presence he can’t quite name but gives him a sour stomach nonetheless.
Plus, when he reaches out he can feel those two, and if they’re still around, that means somehow they found a way to stop it. Whaddaya know. The little bastards won.

(He’s still around, too. Wonder why? He’s not like the others, all lost and confused. He’s burning bright, if differently. Gabriel makes a note to look into it, if he can figure out which end is up.)

All of this means the only person left with the power to bring him back is, well, himself. But he wasn’t around to do so. So how could he?

If he were himself, though, he wouldn’t just leave him hanging. He’d have a handy explanation at the ready. Something succinct and endlessly classy. Like another porn video.

It’s right there, at the corner of the room. So’s a TV. Gabriel doesn’t ask. He just inserts and presses “play.”

Hey, brother, yeah, it’s you. Me. Us. Rockin the porn stache again. Bet you’re wondering how in the heck I’m here and you’re there and we’re anywhere. Buckle up, gorgeous. Let me tell you a story… about a story.

A good half-hour later, Gabriel hits the “stop” button and speaks, for the first time in his renewed existence.

“Well, crap. I’m gonna have to do something.”

He yawns, stretches his wings, and gets moving.


THEY'RE HEARTEYES WITHOUT EVEN HAVING EACH OTHER TO EYESEX WITH from selfihateyouithink

AND THEN WHEN THEY DO MEET IN PERSON IT’S LIKE INSTANT EYESEX.

GAWD

THESE ACTORS ARE TRYING TO KILL MEH

<3


blackash:

Thanks for the words of encouragement with the prototype. I worked on him more, now he looks much better. Gave him an open mouth and shaped the body a bit more, most importantly defined his booty better. 

This is the same one as before, I didn’t have enough fabric to start over so I just tweaked this one. If I make another one I will make the body longer so I can add goobbue boobies.

Lots of fun, even if I poked myself 19675463524 times.

GIVE IT TO ME NOW