bennettwinchester

[bennettwinchester]

GUYS! I have a thought... thot(giggles), ok, so we’ve been wondering what Dean’s middle name is, right? Cuz we got that one thing that said that Sam’s middle name is William.

Anyway, what if Dean goes by his middle name?!

Like what if his name is Henry Dean, or John Dean(ew), or something along those lines?!

Just an idea, but that would be pretty cool!!

Here’s some adorable pictures!!

Sending love to you!💕

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[bennettwinchester]

I made a funny.

Me being 18 in a month and a half and still being mentally 2 years old:

Yeah, this isn’t funny.

Jared is so cute by the way.💕

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[bennettwinchester]

Sorry about my last post. I might not understand it in the way that you do, and I’m sorry.

What I meant to say was that supernatural could’ve and should’ve had more representation. Yes. They did have some representation, but it wasn’t enough or portrayed very well.

For example, everyone that was of color either ended up dead or being the villain. They tried to redeem themselves with Kaia coming back from the bad place, but they led everyone to believe that she was dead for like three years.

They also weirdly fetishized Asian women with Dean when they could’ve just brought in a strong Asian female character. Not even that porn star that he slept with in 9.08 was Asian. I mean, I guess they took his fetish too far for that not to be weird, and for him to be in a normal relationship with an Asian person... idk. It’s messed up.

Gordon Walker: ended up being crazy and driven to kill Sam. He died.

Rufus: was mean and ended up dying

Kevin Tran: wimpy(lol love you Kevin) and died in a terrible way

Uriel: evil and dead

Raphael: vessel was severely disabled, couldn’t really give consent. He’s evil and dead

Henriksen: evil and dead

Linda Tran: tiger mom(Asian stereotype) miserable, and no follow up

Alpha vamp: evil and dead

There just weren’t enough people of color.

Cas was gay at the end, but that was after 11 years. They had that one gay couple in season 11 or something, but I think that was the first and only couple.

I know a lot of things weren’t addressed because of COVID. I’m just mainly upset by the Asian fetishization, and other things that cause a lot of controversy in the fandom. Idk. Did anyone else find the Asian thing to be a bit much? I could be alone in that because I am Asian, so it stuck out more to me... idk.

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[bennettwinchester]

Me after all this drama: yeah... I think it’s time to move on from the spn fandom

Also me:

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[bennettwinchester]

Sam: “I hope my room wasn’t too bad.” Eileen: “It was.”

[bennettwinchester]

Jensen is tired of Jared’s long answers (*^▽^*) | HonCon 2017 [x]

[bennettwinchester]

[bennettwinchester]

So... are we just going to ignore the fact that Mark Pellegrino has said racist, misogynistic, homophobic, ableist, Islamophobic, FREAKING DEFENDED THE ATTACK ON THE CAPITOL, etc., etc., the list goes on... crap, and he’s STILL allowed at cons???!!! What the heck?! This is insane!! SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN THIS!!

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[bennettwinchester]

So... are we just going to ignore the fact that Mark Pellegrino has said racist, misogynistic, homophobic, ableist, Islamophobic, FREAKING DEFENDED THE ATTACK ON THE CAPITOL, etc., etc., the list goes on... crap, and he’s STILL allowed at cons???!!! What the heck?! This is insane!! SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN THIS!!

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[bennettwinchester]

You were raised by a single father who never told you a thing about your mom. Even when you tried to look, you could find no trace of her. Your first clue comes when you lose a finger in an accident. The missing digit regenerates itself, a green scaly replacement growing before skin covers it.

[bennettwinchester]

A Gut Feeling

He heard your voice beckoning him. The sweet sound of honey that escaped the thoughts of your mind, but this wasn’t a good beckon. No. Something is deadly wrong, and he needs to come to your aid.

The very thought of you being hurt, broken-down, and everything worse than happy makes Cass… feel… something. Need to make you happy? Desire to hear your laugh again? Are those the same things? He can’t explain it, and he doesn’t know why he actually feels, but you consume his thoughts every hour of every day.

“Cass, I’m in trouble. Somebody broke into my house.” Your voice echoed. He let his wings unfold from his back and extended them with no thought. At full speed he effortlessly glided through the air, wind hitting his face, but he only had one thing on his mind. You.

He gracefully landed in your one bed one bath apartment. He caught his breath as he dropped his blade into his hand. Once he was armed, he carefully and meticulously searched your house with his eyes. “Y/N?” he called in a low whispered shout. When there was no answer, he moved from the doorway and quietly walked past the kitchen to the place you felt the safest. Your room.

You’ve had a hard time opening up with anyone. Emotions aren’t really your thing. You’d rather just run away from them, cozy up in your room, and eat popcorn while watching a movie. But with Cass? It changed. He listens. He actually cares.

“Y/N?” Cass asked again as he cautiously entered your room. The last time he was over he accidentally walked in on you while you were changing. The thought of it makes you blush. Again, there was no answer.

He pushed the door open and observed the empty room. The sheets were a mess on the bed, as usual. There was popcorn on your pillows and mattress. It looked like the bowl had been flipped over, but he’s seen you do that on accident as you rose from the bed.

He thought to himself that maybe you were in the bathroom and began to back out of the room, but just as his eyes withdrew from the mess, something caught his eye. A mystery liquid, but Cass knew what it was. It was blood. He felt this twinge of pain fill his being. That thought of you being in danger filled his mind again.

He walked into your room and brought his finger closer and closer to the red substance. The moment it grazed his finger, he could feel you. “No.” His voice was soft and angry. “Cass, I’m scared. I never got to tell you…” your voice filled his mind and suddenly, he could sense your location.

He didn’t have to think. There was no sense of hesitation. He was in the sky, on a mission to bring you home. He landed outside of an abandoned barn. His sense of protection had a mind of its own, when with one firm motion of his arm, the barn doors flew open towards him. Your eyes locked, and his wings perked at the sight of you with minimal damage.

You felt relief overpower any feeling of doubt, fear, hopelessness. He’s here. Cass didn’t even look at your antagonists. He squeezed his fist in the air, vaporizing them. “Y/N.” His voice was the most soothing sound you could hear in this very moment… or any, and you need to tell him.

He hurried to you with urgency in every step, the lights that you didn’t even realize existed showered him in hot sparks. The few seconds it took for him to make it to you felt like an eternity. He knelt in front of you, letting his eyes meet yours again. Those familiar blue oceans gave you so much peace and safety. He ripped his eyes away and began to untie your ankles from the legs of the chair you were restrained to.

As he did this, he placed a hand on your knee to hold himself in place. His touch gave you even more of a reason to tell him how much he means to you. He then went to untie your arms, which were behind your back. He walked out of view, causing that feeling of emptiness to reappear. This is ridiculous! Why do you feel like this? You couldn’t even begin to understand, but you needed to tell him.

Then he moved back into your view and carefully pulled the tape from your lips. You stood from your chair and nervously shuffled your feet. He stood there unsure of what to do next, and you couldn’t take this longing anymore. You threw your arms around him and pulled your body closer to him. You’d never been this close to him before. Even when he came over to let you rant about your day and sat on your bed next to you, it was always at a distance.

“Y/N, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” You furrowed your eyebrows, confused and scared about what he was going to say as you pulled away. Did he not want you to hug him? What if you were the only one that actually felt something? What if he leaves you? It’s stupid to think he would have feelings for you anyways. He’s an Angel, right? But, geez. You don’t think you could make it without him.

He lifted your gaze from the floor to his eyes. “I know you’re spiraling right now. Don’t.” He was going to continue, but the urge to kiss him became too strong to withhold any longer. His oceans had a tint to them that you’ve never seen. A desire. In a quick and passionate moment, you placed your hands on his shoulder and pulled him into you. He didn’t look repulsed or seem to be repelled.

You gave him a gentle kiss and pulled back, embarrassed. He had no reaction, and you thought you messed up real bad. “S-sorry…” you began, but were interrupted. He placed his hands around your waist and brought you back to him. He continued the kiss, deepened it even. But he hesitated, and you stopped.

“I…” he stuttered. He’s been wanting to tell you this for forever, but suddenly, no words could be formed. But they didn’t have to be. Because, “I know. Me too,” you said softly. You take his hand in yours and intertwine your fingers. “A perfect fit.” You smiled and kissed his cheek.

Well, that was that. He led you out of the barn into the green field. You’re not sure what life is going to throw at you, but you know you’ll go through it with the only one that can get you through it.

The End

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[bennettwinchester]

A Gut Feeling

He heard your voice beckoning him. The sweet sound of honey that escaped the thoughts of your mind, but this wasn’t a good beckon. No. Something is deadly wrong, and he needs to come to your aid.

The very thought of you being hurt, broken-down, and everything worse than happy makes Cass… feel… something. Need to make you happy? Desire to hear your laugh again? Are those the same things? He can’t explain it, and he doesn’t know why he actually feels, but you consume his thoughts every hour of every day.

“Cass, I’m in trouble. Somebody broke into my house.” Your voice echoed. He let his wings unfold from his back and extended them with no thought. At full speed he effortlessly glided through the air, wind hitting his face, but he only had one thing on his mind. You.

He gracefully landed in your one bed one bath apartment. He caught his breath as he dropped his blade into his hand. Once he was armed, he carefully and meticulously searched your house with his eyes. “Y/N?” he called in a low whispered shout. When there was no answer, he moved from the doorway and quietly walked past the kitchen to the place you felt the safest. Your room.

You’ve had a hard time opening up with anyone. Emotions aren’t really your thing. You’d rather just run away from them, cozy up in your room, and eat popcorn while watching a movie. But with Cass? It changed. He listens. He actually cares.

“Y/N?” Cass asked again as he cautiously entered your room. The last time he was over he accidentally walked in on you while you were changing. The thought of it makes you blush. Again, there was no answer.

He pushed the door open and observed the empty room. The sheets were a mess on the bed, as usual. There was popcorn on your pillows and mattress. It looked like the bowl had been flipped over, but he’s seen you do that on accident as you rose from the bed.

He thought to himself that maybe you were in the bathroom and began to back out of the room, but just as his eyes withdrew from the mess, something caught his eye. A mystery liquid, but Cass knew what it was. It was blood. He felt this twinge of pain fill his being. That thought of you being in danger filled his mind again.

He walked into your room and brought his finger closer and closer to the red substance. The moment it grazed his finger, he could feel you. “No.” His voice was soft and angry. “Cass, I’m scared. I never got to tell you…” your voice filled his mind and suddenly, he could sense your location.

He didn’t have to think. There was no sense of hesitation. He was in the sky, on a mission to bring you home. He landed outside of an abandoned barn. His sense of protection had a mind of its own, when with one firm motion of his arm, the barn doors flew open towards him. Your eyes locked, and his wings perked at the sight of you with minimal damage.

You felt relief overpower any feeling of doubt, fear, hopelessness. He’s here. Cass didn’t even look at your antagonists. He squeezed his fist in the air, vaporizing them. “Y/N.” His voice was the most soothing sound you could hear in this very moment… or any, and you need to tell him.

He hurried to you with urgency in every step, the lights that you didn’t even realize existed showered him in hot sparks. The few seconds it took for him to make it to you felt like an eternity. He knelt in front of you, letting his eyes meet yours again. Those familiar blue oceans gave you so much peace and safety. He ripped his eyes away and began to untie your ankles from the legs of the chair you were restrained to.

As he did this, he placed a hand on your knee to hold himself in place. His touch gave you even more of a reason to tell him how much he means to you. He then went to untie your arms, which were behind your back. He walked out of view, causing that feeling of emptiness to reappear. This is ridiculous! Why do you feel like this? You couldn’t even begin to understand, but you needed to tell him.

Then he moved back into your view and carefully pulled the tape from your lips. You stood from your chair and nervously shuffled your feet. He stood there unsure of what to do next, and you couldn’t take this longing anymore. You threw your arms around him and pulled your body closer to him. You’d never been this close to him before. Even when he came over to let you rant about your day and sat on your bed next to you, it was always at a distance.

“Y/N, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” You furrowed your eyebrows, confused and scared about what he was going to say as you pulled away. Did he not want you to hug him? What if you were the only one that actually felt something? What if he leaves you? It’s stupid to think he would have feelings for you anyways. He’s an Angel, right? But, geez. You don’t think you could make it without him.

He lifted your gaze from the floor to his eyes. “I know you’re spiraling right now. Don’t.” He was going to continue, but the urge to kiss him became too strong to withhold any longer. His oceans had a tint to them that you’ve never seen. A desire. In a quick and passionate moment, you placed your hands on his shoulder and pulled him into you. He didn’t look repulsed or seem to be repelled.

You gave him a gentle kiss and pulled back, embarrassed. He had no reaction, and you thought you messed up real bad. “S-sorry…” you began, but were interrupted. He placed his hands around your waist and brought you back to him. He continued the kiss, deepened it even. But he hesitated, and you stopped.

“I…” he stuttered. He’s been wanting to tell you this for forever, but suddenly, no words could be formed. But they didn’t have to be. Because, “I know. Me too,” you said softly. You take his hand in yours and intertwine your fingers. “A perfect fit.” You smiled and kissed his cheek.

Well, that was that. He led you out of the barn into the green field. You’re not sure what life is going to throw at you, but you know you’ll go through it with the only one that can get you through it.

The End

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[bennettwinchester]

A Gut Feeling

He heard your voice beckoning him. The sweet sound of honey that escaped the thoughts of your mind, but this wasn’t a good beckon. No. Something is deadly wrong, and he needs to come to your aid.

The very thought of you being hurt, broken-down, and everything worse than happy makes Cass… feel… something. Need to make you happy? Desire to hear your laugh again? Are those the same things? He can’t explain it, and he doesn’t know why he actually feels, but you consume his thoughts every hour of every day.

“Cass, I’m in trouble. Somebody broke into my house.” Your voice echoed. He let his wings unfold from his back and extended them with no thought. At full speed he effortlessly glided through the air, wind hitting his face, but he only had one thing on his mind. You.

He gracefully landed in your one bed one bath apartment. He caught his breath as he dropped his blade into his hand. Once he was armed, he carefully and meticulously searched your house with his eyes. “Y/N?” he called in a low whispered shout. When there was no answer, he moved from the doorway and quietly walked past the kitchen to the place you felt the safest. Your room.

You’ve had a hard time opening up with anyone. Emotions aren’t really your thing. You’d rather just run away from them, cozy up in your room, and eat popcorn while watching a movie. But with Cass? It changed. He listens. He actually cares.

“Y/N?” Cass asked again as he cautiously entered your room. The last time he was over he accidentally walked in on you while you were changing. The thought of it makes you blush. Again, there was no answer.

He pushed the door open and observed the empty room. The sheets were a mess on the bed, as usual. There was popcorn on your pillows and mattress. It looked like the bowl had been flipped over, but he’s seen you do that on accident as you rose from the bed.

He thought to himself that maybe you were in the bathroom and began to back out of the room, but just as his eyes withdrew from the mess, something caught his eye. A mystery liquid, but Cass knew what it was. It was blood. He felt this twinge of pain fill his being. That thought of you being in danger filled his mind again.

He walked into your room and brought his finger closer and closer to the red substance. The moment it grazed his finger, he could feel you. “No.” His voice was soft and angry. “Cass, I’m scared. I never got to tell you…” your voice filled his mind and suddenly, he could sense your location.

He didn’t have to think. There was no sense of hesitation. He was in the sky, on a mission to bring you home. He landed outside of an abandoned barn. His sense of protection had a mind of its own, when with one firm motion of his arm, the barn doors flew open towards him. Your eyes locked, and his wings perked at the sight of you with minimal damage.

You felt relief overpower any feeling of doubt, fear, hopelessness. He’s here. Cass didn’t even look at your antagonists. He squeezed his fist in the air, vaporizing them. “Y/N.” His voice was the most soothing sound you could hear in this very moment… or any, and you need to tell him.

He hurried to you with urgency in every step, the lights that you didn’t even realize existed showered him in hot sparks. The few seconds it took for him to make it to you felt like an eternity. He knelt in front of you, letting his eyes meet yours again. Those familiar blue oceans gave you so much peace and safety. He ripped his eyes away and began to untie your ankles from the legs of the chair you were restrained to.

As he did this, he placed a hand on your knee to hold himself in place. His touch gave you even more of a reason to tell him how much he means to you. He then went to untie your arms, which were behind your back. He walked out of view, causing that feeling of emptiness to reappear. This is ridiculous! Why do you feel like this? You couldn’t even begin to understand, but you needed to tell him.

Then he moved back into your view and carefully pulled the tape from your lips. You stood from your chair and nervously shuffled your feet. He stood there unsure of what to do next, and you couldn’t take this longing anymore. You threw your arms around him and pulled your body closer to him. You’d never been this close to him before. Even when he came over to let you rant about your day and sat on your bed next to you, it was always at a distance.

“Y/N, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” You furrowed your eyebrows, confused and scared about what he was going to say as you pulled away. Did he not want you to hug him? What if you were the only one that actually felt something? What if he leaves you? It’s stupid to think he would have feelings for you anyways. He’s an Angel, right? But, geez. You don’t think you could make it without him.

He lifted your gaze from the floor to his eyes. “I know you’re spiraling right now. Don’t.” He was going to continue, but the urge to kiss him became too strong to withhold any longer. His oceans had a tint to them that you’ve never seen. A desire. In a quick and passionate moment, you placed your hands on his shoulder and pulled him into you. He didn’t look repulsed or seem to be repelled.

You gave him a gentle kiss and pulled back, embarrassed. He had no reaction, and you thought you messed up real bad. “S-sorry…” you began, but were interrupted. He placed his hands around your waist and brought you back to him. He continued the kiss, deepened it even. But he hesitated, and you stopped.

“I…” he stuttered. He’s been wanting to tell you this for forever, but suddenly, no words could be formed. But they didn’t have to be. Because, “I know. Me too,” you said softly. You take his hand in yours and intertwine your fingers. “A perfect fit.” You smiled and kissed his cheek.

Well, that was that. He led you out of the barn into the green field. You’re not sure what life is going to throw at you, but you know you’ll go through it with the only one that can get you through it.

The End

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[bennettwinchester]

A Gut Feeling

He heard your voice beckoning him. The sweet sound of honey that escaped the thoughts of your mind, but this wasn’t a good beckon. No. Something is deadly wrong, and he needs to come to your aid.

The very thought of you being hurt, broken-down, and everything worse than happy makes Cass… feel… something. Need to make you happy? Desire to hear your laugh again? Are those the same things? He can’t explain it, and he doesn’t know why he actually feels, but you consume his thoughts every hour of every day.

“Cass, I’m in trouble. Somebody broke into my house.” Your voice echoed. He let his wings unfold from his back and extended them with no thought. At full speed he effortlessly glided through the air, wind hitting his face, but he only had one thing on his mind. You.

He gracefully landed in your one bed one bath apartment. He caught his breath as he dropped his blade into his hand. Once he was armed, he carefully and meticulously searched your house with his eyes. “Y/N?” he called in a low whispered shout. When there was no answer, he moved from the doorway and quietly walked past the kitchen to the place you felt the safest. Your room.

You’ve had a hard time opening up with anyone. Emotions aren’t really your thing. You’d rather just run away from them, cozy up in your room, and eat popcorn while watching a movie. But with Cass? It changed. He listens. He actually cares.

“Y/N?” Cass asked again as he cautiously entered your room. The last time he was over he accidentally walked in on you while you were changing. The thought of it makes you blush. Again, there was no answer.

He pushed the door open and observed the empty room. The sheets were a mess on the bed, as usual. There was popcorn on your pillows and mattress. It looked like the bowl had been flipped over, but he’s seen you do that on accident as you rose from the bed.

He thought to himself that maybe you were in the bathroom and began to back out of the room, but just as his eyes withdrew from the mess, something caught his eye. A mystery liquid, but Cass knew what it was. It was blood. He felt this twinge of pain fill his being. That thought of you being in danger filled his mind again.

He walked into your room and brought his finger closer and closer to the red substance. The moment it grazed his finger, he could feel you. “No.” His voice was soft and angry. “Cass, I’m scared. I never got to tell you…” your voice filled his mind and suddenly, he could sense your location.

He didn’t have to think. There was no sense of hesitation. He was in the sky, on a mission to bring you home. He landed outside of an abandoned barn. His sense of protection had a mind of its own, when with one firm motion of his arm, the barn doors flew open towards him. Your eyes locked, and his wings perked at the sight of you with minimal damage.

You felt relief overpower any feeling of doubt, fear, hopelessness. He’s here. Cass didn’t even look at your antagonists. He squeezed his fist in the air, vaporizing them. “Y/N.” His voice was the most soothing sound you could hear in this very moment… or any, and you need to tell him.

He hurried to you with urgency in every step, the lights that you didn’t even realize existed showered him in hot sparks. The few seconds it took for him to make it to you felt like an eternity. He knelt in front of you, letting his eyes meet yours again. Those familiar blue oceans gave you so much peace and safety. He ripped his eyes away and began to untie your ankles from the legs of the chair you were restrained to.

As he did this, he placed a hand on your knee to hold himself in place. His touch gave you even more of a reason to tell him how much he means to you. He then went to untie your arms, which were behind your back. He walked out of view, causing that feeling of emptiness to reappear. This is ridiculous! Why do you feel like this? You couldn’t even begin to understand, but you needed to tell him.

Then he moved back into your view and carefully pulled the tape from your lips. You stood from your chair and nervously shuffled your feet. He stood there unsure of what to do next, and you couldn’t take this longing anymore. You threw your arms around him and pulled your body closer to him. You’d never been this close to him before. Even when he came over to let you rant about your day and sat on your bed next to you, it was always at a distance.

“Y/N, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” You furrowed your eyebrows, confused and scared about what he was going to say as you pulled away. Did he not want you to hug him? What if you were the only one that actually felt something? What if he leaves you? It’s stupid to think he would have feelings for you anyways. He’s an Angel, right? But, geez. You don’t think you could make it without him.

He lifted your gaze from the floor to his eyes. “I know you’re spiraling right now. Don’t.” He was going to continue, but the urge to kiss him became too strong to withhold any longer. His oceans had a tint to them that you’ve never seen. A desire. In a quick and passionate moment, you placed your hands on his shoulder and pulled him into you. He didn’t look repulsed or seem to be repelled.

You gave him a gentle kiss and pulled back, embarrassed. He had no reaction, and you thought you messed up real bad. “S-sorry…” you began, but were interrupted. He placed his hands around your waist and brought you back to him. He continued the kiss, deepened it even. But he hesitated, and you stopped.

“I…” he stuttered. He’s been wanting to tell you this for forever, but suddenly, no words could be formed. But they didn’t have to be. Because, “I know. Me too,” you said softly. You take his hand in yours and intertwine your fingers. “A perfect fit.” You smiled and kissed his cheek.

Well, that was that. He led you out of the barn into the green field. You’re not sure what life is going to throw at you, but you know you’ll go through it with the only one that can get you through it.

The End

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[bennettwinchester]

A Gut Feeling

He heard your voice beckoning him. The sweet sound of honey that escaped the thoughts of your mind, but this wasn’t a good beckon. No. Something is deadly wrong, and he needs to come to your aid.

The very thought of you being hurt, broken-down, and everything worse than happy makes Cass… feel… something. Need to make you happy? Desire to hear your laugh again? Are those the same things? He can’t explain it, and he doesn’t know why he actually feels, but you consume his thoughts every hour of every day.

“Cass, I’m in trouble. Somebody broke into my house.” Your voice echoed. He let his wings unfold from his back and extended them with no thought. At full speed he effortlessly glided through the air, wind hitting his face, but he only had one thing on his mind. You.

He gracefully landed in your one bed one bath apartment. He caught his breath as he dropped his blade into his hand. Once he was armed, he carefully and meticulously searched your house with his eyes. “Y/N?” he called in a low whispered shout. When there was no answer, he moved from the doorway and quietly walked past the kitchen to the place you felt the safest. Your room.

You’ve had a hard time opening up with anyone. Emotions aren’t really your thing. You’d rather just run away from them, cozy up in your room, and eat popcorn while watching a movie. But with Cass? It changed. He listens. He actually cares.

“Y/N?” Cass asked again as he cautiously entered your room. The last time he was over he accidentally walked in on you while you were changing. The thought of it makes you blush. Again, there was no answer.

He pushed the door open and observed the empty room. The sheets were a mess on the bed, as usual. There was popcorn on your pillows and mattress. It looked like the bowl had been flipped over, but he’s seen you do that on accident as you rose from the bed.

He thought to himself that maybe you were in the bathroom and began to back out of the room, but just as his eyes withdrew from the mess, something caught his eye. A mystery liquid, but Cass knew what it was. It was blood. He felt this twinge of pain fill his being. That thought of you being in danger filled his mind again.

He walked into your room and brought his finger closer and closer to the red substance. The moment it grazed his finger, he could feel you. “No.” His voice was soft and angry. “Cass, I’m scared. I never got to tell you…” your voice filled his mind and suddenly, he could sense your location.

He didn’t have to think. There was no sense of hesitation. He was in the sky, on a mission to bring you home. He landed outside of an abandoned barn. His sense of protection had a mind of its own, when with one firm motion of his arm, the barn doors flew open towards him. Your eyes locked, and his wings perked at the sight of you with minimal damage.

You felt relief overpower any feeling of doubt, fear, hopelessness. He’s here. Cass didn’t even look at your antagonists. He squeezed his fist in the air, vaporizing them. “Y/N.” His voice was the most soothing sound you could hear in this very moment… or any, and you need to tell him.

He hurried to you with urgency in every step, the lights that you didn’t even realize existed showered him in hot sparks. The few seconds it took for him to make it to you felt like an eternity. He knelt in front of you, letting his eyes meet yours again. Those familiar blue oceans gave you so much peace and safety. He ripped his eyes away and began to untie your ankles from the legs of the chair you were restrained to.

As he did this, he placed a hand on your knee to hold himself in place. His touch gave you even more of a reason to tell him how much he means to you. He then went to untie your arms, which were behind your back. He walked out of view, causing that feeling of emptiness to reappear. This is ridiculous! Why do you feel like this? You couldn’t even begin to understand, but you needed to tell him.

Then he moved back into your view and carefully pulled the tape from your lips. You stood from your chair and nervously shuffled your feet. He stood there unsure of what to do next, and you couldn’t take this longing anymore. You threw your arms around him and pulled your body closer to him. You’d never been this close to him before. Even when he came over to let you rant about your day and sat on your bed next to you, it was always at a distance.

“Y/N, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” You furrowed your eyebrows, confused and scared about what he was going to say as you pulled away. Did he not want you to hug him? What if you were the only one that actually felt something? What if he leaves you? It’s stupid to think he would have feelings for you anyways. He’s an Angel, right? But, geez. You don’t think you could make it without him.

He lifted your gaze from the floor to his eyes. “I know you’re spiraling right now. Don’t.” He was going to continue, but the urge to kiss him became too strong to withhold any longer. His oceans had a tint to them that you’ve never seen. A desire. In a quick and passionate moment, you placed your hands on his shoulder and pulled him into you. He didn’t look repulsed or seem to be repelled.

You gave him a gentle kiss and pulled back, embarrassed. He had no reaction, and you thought you messed up real bad. “S-sorry…” you began, but were interrupted. He placed his hands around your waist and brought you back to him. He continued the kiss, deepened it even. But he hesitated, and you stopped.

“I…” he stuttered. He’s been wanting to tell you this for forever, but suddenly, no words could be formed. But they didn’t have to be. Because, “I know. Me too,” you said softly. You take his hand in yours and intertwine your fingers. “A perfect fit.” You smiled and kissed his cheek.

Well, that was that. He led you out of the barn into the green field. You’re not sure what life is going to throw at you, but you know you’ll go through it with the only one that can get you through it.

The End

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[bennettwinchester]

A Gut Feeling

He heard your voice beckoning him. The sweet sound of honey that escaped the thoughts of your mind, but this wasn’t a good beckon. No. Something is deadly wrong, and he needs to come to your aid.

The very thought of you being hurt, broken-down, and everything worse than happy makes Cass… feel… something. Need to make you happy? Desire to hear your laugh again? Are those the same things? He can’t explain it, and he doesn’t know why he actually feels, but you consume his thoughts every hour of every day.

“Cass, I’m in trouble. Somebody broke into my house.” Your voice echoed. He let his wings unfold from his back and extended them with no thought. At full speed he effortlessly glided through the air, wind hitting his face, but he only had one thing on his mind. You.

He gracefully landed in your one bed one bath apartment. He caught his breath as he dropped his blade into his hand. Once he was armed, he carefully and meticulously searched your house with his eyes. “Y/N?” he called in a low whispered shout. When there was no answer, he moved from the doorway and quietly walked past the kitchen to the place you felt the safest. Your room.

You’ve had a hard time opening up with anyone. Emotions aren’t really your thing. You’d rather just run away from them, cozy up in your room, and eat popcorn while watching a movie. But with Cass? It changed. He listens. He actually cares.

“Y/N?” Cass asked again as he cautiously entered your room. The last time he was over he accidentally walked in on you while you were changing. The thought of it makes you blush. Again, there was no answer.

He pushed the door open and observed the empty room. The sheets were a mess on the bed, as usual. There was popcorn on your pillows and mattress. It looked like the bowl had been flipped over, but he’s seen you do that on accident as you rose from the bed.

He thought to himself that maybe you were in the bathroom and began to back out of the room, but just as his eyes withdrew from the mess, something caught his eye. A mystery liquid, but Cass knew what it was. It was blood. He felt this twinge of pain fill his being. That thought of you being in danger filled his mind again.

He walked into your room and brought his finger closer and closer to the red substance. The moment it grazed his finger, he could feel you. “No.” His voice was soft and angry. “Cass, I’m scared. I never got to tell you…” your voice filled his mind and suddenly, he could sense your location.

He didn’t have to think. There was no sense of hesitation. He was in the sky, on a mission to bring you home. He landed outside of an abandoned barn. His sense of protection had a mind of its own, when with one firm motion of his arm, the barn doors flew open towards him. Your eyes locked, and his wings perked at the sight of you with minimal damage.

You felt relief overpower any feeling of doubt, fear, hopelessness. He’s here. Cass didn’t even look at your antagonists. He squeezed his fist in the air, vaporizing them. “Y/N.” His voice was the most soothing sound you could hear in this very moment… or any, and you need to tell him.

He hurried to you with urgency in every step, the lights that you didn’t even realize existed showered him in hot sparks. The few seconds it took for him to make it to you felt like an eternity. He knelt in front of you, letting his eyes meet yours again. Those familiar blue oceans gave you so much peace and safety. He ripped his eyes away and began to untie your ankles from the legs of the chair you were restrained to.

As he did this, he placed a hand on your knee to hold himself in place. His touch gave you even more of a reason to tell him how much he means to you. He then went to untie your arms, which were behind your back. He walked out of view, causing that feeling of emptiness to reappear. This is ridiculous! Why do you feel like this? You couldn’t even begin to understand, but you needed to tell him.

Then he moved back into your view and carefully pulled the tape from your lips. You stood from your chair and nervously shuffled your feet. He stood there unsure of what to do next, and you couldn’t take this longing anymore. You threw your arms around him and pulled your body closer to him. You’d never been this close to him before. Even when he came over to let you rant about your day and sat on your bed next to you, it was always at a distance.

“Y/N, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” You furrowed your eyebrows, confused and scared about what he was going to say as you pulled away. Did he not want you to hug him? What if you were the only one that actually felt something? What if he leaves you? It’s stupid to think he would have feelings for you anyways. He’s an Angel, right? But, geez. You don’t think you could make it without him.

He lifted your gaze from the floor to his eyes. “I know you’re spiraling right now. Don’t.” He was going to continue, but the urge to kiss him became too strong to withhold any longer. His oceans had a tint to them that you’ve never seen. A desire. In a quick and passionate moment, you placed your hands on his shoulder and pulled him into you. He didn’t look repulsed or seem to be repelled.

You gave him a gentle kiss and pulled back, embarrassed. He had no reaction, and you thought you messed up real bad. “S-sorry…” you began, but were interrupted. He placed his hands around your waist and brought you back to him. He continued the kiss, deepened it even. But he hesitated, and you stopped.

“I…” he stuttered. He’s been wanting to tell you this for forever, but suddenly, no words could be formed. But they didn’t have to be. Because, “I know. Me too,” you said softly. You take his hand in yours and intertwine your fingers. “A perfect fit.” You smiled and kissed his cheek.

Well, that was that. He led you out of the barn into the green field. You’re not sure what life is going to throw at you, but you know you’ll go through it with the only one that can get you through it.

The End

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[bennettwinchester]

A Gut Feeling

He heard your voice beckoning him. The sweet sound of honey that escaped the thoughts of your mind, but this wasn’t a good beckon. No. Something is deadly wrong, and he needs to come to your aid.

The very thought of you being hurt, broken-down, and everything worse than happy makes Cass… feel… something. Need to make you happy? Desire to hear your laugh again? Are those the same things? He can’t explain it, and he doesn’t know why he actually feels, but you consume his thoughts every hour of every day.

“Cass, I’m in trouble. Somebody broke into my house.” Your voice echoed. He let his wings unfold from his back and extended them with no thought. At full speed he effortlessly glided through the air, wind hitting his face, but he only had one thing on his mind. You.

He gracefully landed in your one bed one bath apartment. He caught his breath as he dropped his blade into his hand. Once he was armed, he carefully and meticulously searched your house with his eyes. “Y/N?” he called in a low whispered shout. When there was no answer, he moved from the doorway and quietly walked past the kitchen to the place you felt the safest. Your room.

You’ve had a hard time opening up with anyone. Emotions aren’t really your thing. You’d rather just run away from them, cozy up in your room, and eat popcorn while watching a movie. But with Cass? It changed. He listens. He actually cares.

“Y/N?” Cass asked again as he cautiously entered your room. The last time he was over he accidentally walked in on you while you were changing. The thought of it makes you blush. Again, there was no answer.

He pushed the door open and observed the empty room. The sheets were a mess on the bed, as usual. There was popcorn on your pillows and mattress. It looked like the bowl had been flipped over, but he’s seen you do that on accident as you rose from the bed.

He thought to himself that maybe you were in the bathroom and began to back out of the room, but just as his eyes withdrew from the mess, something caught his eye. A mystery liquid, but Cass knew what it was. It was blood. He felt this twinge of pain fill his being. That thought of you being in danger filled his mind again.

He walked into your room and brought his finger closer and closer to the red substance. The moment it grazed his finger, he could feel you. “No.” His voice was soft and angry. “Cass, I’m scared. I never got to tell you…” your voice filled his mind and suddenly, he could sense your location.

He didn’t have to think. There was no sense of hesitation. He was in the sky, on a mission to bring you home. He landed outside of an abandoned barn. His sense of protection had a mind of its own, when with one firm motion of his arm, the barn doors flew open towards him. Your eyes locked, and his wings perked at the sight of you with minimal damage.

You felt relief overpower any feeling of doubt, fear, hopelessness. He’s here. Cass didn’t even look at your antagonists. He squeezed his fist in the air, vaporizing them. “Y/N.” His voice was the most soothing sound you could hear in this very moment… or any, and you need to tell him.

He hurried to you with urgency in every step, the lights that you didn’t even realize existed showered him in hot sparks. The few seconds it took for him to make it to you felt like an eternity. He knelt in front of you, letting his eyes meet yours again. Those familiar blue oceans gave you so much peace and safety. He ripped his eyes away and began to untie your ankles from the legs of the chair you were restrained to.

As he did this, he placed a hand on your knee to hold himself in place. His touch gave you even more of a reason to tell him how much he means to you. He then went to untie your arms, which were behind your back. He walked out of view, causing that feeling of emptiness to reappear. This is ridiculous! Why do you feel like this? You couldn’t even begin to understand, but you needed to tell him.

Then he moved back into your view and carefully pulled the tape from your lips. You stood from your chair and nervously shuffled your feet. He stood there unsure of what to do next, and you couldn’t take this longing anymore. You threw your arms around him and pulled your body closer to him. You’d never been this close to him before. Even when he came over to let you rant about your day and sat on your bed next to you, it was always at a distance.

“Y/N, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” You furrowed your eyebrows, confused and scared about what he was going to say as you pulled away. Did he not want you to hug him? What if you were the only one that actually felt something? What if he leaves you? It’s stupid to think he would have feelings for you anyways. He’s an Angel, right? But, geez. You don’t think you could make it without him.

He lifted your gaze from the floor to his eyes. “I know you’re spiraling right now. Don’t.” He was going to continue, but the urge to kiss him became too strong to withhold any longer. His oceans had a tint to them that you’ve never seen. A desire. In a quick and passionate moment, you placed your hands on his shoulder and pulled him into you. He didn’t look repulsed or seem to be repelled.

You gave him a gentle kiss and pulled back, embarrassed. He had no reaction, and you thought you messed up real bad. “S-sorry…” you began, but were interrupted. He placed his hands around your waist and brought you back to him. He continued the kiss, deepened it even. But he hesitated, and you stopped.

“I…” he stuttered. He’s been wanting to tell you this for forever, but suddenly, no words could be formed. But they didn’t have to be. Because, “I know. Me too,” you said softly. You take his hand in yours and intertwine your fingers. “A perfect fit.” You smiled and kissed his cheek.

Well, that was that. He led you out of the barn into the green field. You’re not sure what life is going to throw at you, but you know you’ll go through it with the only one that can get you through it.

The End

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