Jumping into the tumblr bandwagon
2K notes
·
View notes
I am only a nameless soul
Heading into a pure black void
So what if I’m living out passed the edge?
So what if I never come back again?
Vide Noir - Lord Huron
2K notes
·
View notes
me if someone confessed their love to me
225 notes
·
View notes
anyway i think when cas comes back from the empty, dean and cas have to work through a lot of things and it's just. rocky and sad and stupid. and when they're going to bed every night, cas grabs dean's arms and holds them around himself and says "don't let go." and dean says "I won't. I'm not going to let go." and cas says, "when I close my eyes, you can't let go. you can't let go. I will forget if you let go." and dean just closes his eyes because he's scared and sad and he's cRYING and he presses his forehead to the back of cas' neck and breathes and he can't say anything because of he tries to he'll break and cas will not want to sleep and he'll get worse in the morning and that's not good at all so he just sort of tightens his arms around cas and presses close, waits counting breaths until cas is sleeping and his fingers have stopped digging into his forearms and then he sighs. and nudges his body as close as it'll get to cas because he doesn't wanna dislodge himself in his sleep. and then he drifts off, slow and somehow easy, to the rhythm of Cas' breathing. and yeah. he doesn't let go.
279 notes
·
View notes
you be santa cluas and ill be your mrs...❄️
113 notes
·
View notes
91w deancas is so delusional cause they been making heart eyes at each other since day fucking one, calling the other sweatheart, thinking of kissing the other innocently just for the sake of the other being kissed, because they deserve that softness in the midst of all the chaos around them and the minute they actually get to it (motherfucking 200 pages in mind you) they try so hard to revert it back into something purely phisical with no emotions involved AND THEY KNOW THAT IT'S MORE BUT IF THEY BOTTLE IT UP AND IGNORE IT THEN ALL THE REVERENCE OF MOST OF THEIR LOOKS AND TOUCHES WILL JUST DISAPPEAR which is the epitome of the dilusional repressed gay way of doing anything
80 notes
·
View notes