A SuperWho Story - Change in the AirTwo weeks ago, Dean had said he was going for a drive. He didn’t come back.
Sam knew Dean was torn up about Cas being stuck in purgatory, but he’d never just up and left before; not for this long anyway. Dean went strange whenever something was wrong with Cas. He got quiet and sad. It was obvious that he tried not to show it, but the pain leaked through his eyes – the sadness shone through and Sam knew that Cas wasn’t just a friend to Dean. He had to be more. Sam didn’t know how much hope there was for Cas, but he prayed to him, every night, begging him to come back. He needed to see his brother again.
Sam didn’t even bother trying to sleep anymore. He sipped at his cup of coffee while watching crappy late night TV, when he heard a strange noise from outside. At first he tried to dismiss it as the wind, but it couldn’t be; it just didn’t sound like anything he’d heard before. Sam put down his mug and pulled on his jacket. He opened
Awake - [Destiel OneShot]Hello Dean.
Dean jolted awake. He was breathing heavily as he surveyed the room.
“Cas?” he asked the darkness.
There was no reply, except for the sound of Sam shifting in his sleep. Dean rested his head back on the pillow and sighed. He hadn’t seen Cas since he’d first returned from purgatory. Dean felt uneasy about the whole situation; not that he wasn’t extremely happy that Cas was back, but the whole affair seemed… dodgy. He was worried about the angel. He had a bad feeling that something bad was happening, that something was not right.
Dean shifted around in the uncomfortable hotel bed, trying to get some sleep, but with no luck. He got up and to get a glass of water, and as he leant against the sink, he prayed.
“Castiel… hey man, just… get your ass here, will you?”
A second later, there was a familiar rustle, and there the angel stood.
“Hey Cas.” Dean half-smiled.
Devious Journal Entryokay, i kinda have to say something....
some rumors have been going around that im homophobic (??) and i try to hide behind people, and im full of myself and that i hate you all and i manipulate you guys??????
im mean you can say what you want but let me tell you the real true me:
Hello, I am Emma i am 19 going on 20 in a few months. I am Pansexual (if you don't know what that is here is a link to the wiki page http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pansexuality) I am super bad at talking to people because of my anxiety and claiming to have a disability is not my way of shutting you guys out, I'm trying i really REALLY hard at making friends and being more social and im going to start being more social with you guys from now on this popularity kinda snuck up on me and i really had nothing to say because i was so "socially retarded" is a good way to put it. I have faith in my art, i use it as a way of expressing myself and paying homage to my favorite subject: creepypasta. man do i love creepypa