Emily. 18 trips around the sun. Oregon, USA. Obsessed with: nature, tattoos, people, boobs. dreaming. I wish to save our mother earth some day ♥
I have come to realize that most of what I post is lots of cats.
Oh and Supernatural of course.
But I'm also in love with Sabriel, can't even deny it.
I love: Dr. Who, Sherlock, Thor, Psych, Awkward, Iron Man, Angel, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, That 70's Show, American Horror Story, Ghost Whisperer, Skins (UK), Big Bang Theory, Last Man Standing, Bones, The Finder, Scrubs, Queer as Folk, Charmed, Newborn fandom Hannibal! and many many more!
We have 3D printers and we discovered a fucking diamond planet and people are still racist do you know how stUPID
"Cas," Dean says, the name out from his mouth before he ever even thought to say it, body reacting on its own to the sight of Cas walking away - again.
No. Not again. Never again.
Cas stops but doesn’t turn around, doesn’t even look over those slumped shoulders. He’s staring at the door. Maybe he wants to leave.
Or maybe he doesn’t.
"I have to look for Metatron," Cas says.
"I get that," Dean says. He swallows down the lump in his throat. "But come on, man. You don’t have to just leave. Stay, have dinner with me and…” He means to say Sam, but they aren’t exactly on positive speaking terms just yet. “Well, with me.”
"Yeah, sure," Dean says, hoping Cas can’t hear the pain in his voice. Cas turns, brow drawn together, but Dean speaks quickly before he can ask anything, "I don’t… Let’s not talk about that, okay?"
"Please, Cas, just…" Dean takes a breath. When did his hands start shaking? He stuffs them into the pockets of his jeans. "I won’t beg. You want to leave, you can go."
Please don’t leave, Dean wants to say. I don’t want to be alone, and I don’t want to watch you walk away anymore. I want you here. I want you safe.
If only he could say the words aloud, maybe Cas would stay, maybe Dean could have one peaceful night.