#LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST

[hairychestloversblog]

Mmmhhh ☺️ A very inviting chest to lay on ☺️

[fogdraws]

Sometimes I just

[kokorolinkrun]

Dick Figures (2010-2014)

[dumb-zombie-girl]

I love him<3

He’s so adorable ^ v ^

[wvlfbreath]

i will never forgive supernatural for Cas and Dean. i refuse to accept it. but the rest… the rest is okay.

[bloodsalted]

@qapsiel || just remember. you asked for this. || oh maaan.

Sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding > maybe the rusty nail? :) :) :) :)

routine. fucking joke how that word ricochets in dean's head. a vampire nest was taking out innocent travelers and locals in a neighboring town far too close to home? dean gets reached out to. in turn? he reaches out to sam. they decide that since the bloodsuckers are knocking on their door? they'd go do some knocking back. get them gone. clean up the dark. something they've done countless times day in and day out since they were kids. long before they were popping pimples, they were popping rounds off at these assholes. nothing more than training practice for the bigger guys. nothing more than..

..routine.

til it wasn't.

there's metal where metal isn't supposed to be. deep. where metal, definitely, isn't supposed to be. dean can feel and taste the copper and thick pool of blood at the back of his throat. some slips out from between his lips as he calls. "sammy." cold rushes in. panic. adrenaline. anything his body can do to erase the blinding pain stemming from where he's stuck to the beam? it's speeding into the cracks and tears for numbness to take over. warp speed! overdrive. and not really succeeding. giving it's best shot, though.

"sammy." he hears himself mumbling through his brother polishing off the asshole that sent him flying backwards. terrified eyes meet his. shoulders encased in sam's hands. his brother holds on like he's keeping him grounded. here. whole. dean begs him, in his head and the way his hand braces a forearm weakly, not to pull. he tries to smile away the worry in sam's eyes, his breath, his jerky movements. sam does best to figure out what's wrong looking him over like a mother hen sensing something's just off but not seeing it face to face. yet.

"...messed up. ever zig when ya shoulda zagged? one of those.. a big one." then the sheer horror in hazel eyes once sammy realizes what's off--dean's head just falls forward to rest against his brother's chin. "it's okay, sammy. it's gonna be okay. where's cas..?"

the brothers are murmuring to one another when cas finishes the lingering fanged freak upstairs. 'dean--,' he hears the soft confusion in cas's voice when he drops down from the second floor landing with a solid thud that shakes dean's footing on rotten floorboards. makes him shake and tears sting pained green eyes. fuck it hurts! all of it hurts. '--sam?' cas sounds like he's ready to crawl out of his skin for answers if one isn't given immediately.

his brother's quick to gesture for cas to take over telling him he has to call 911. rather than provide him an immediate answer. thoughts scatter as anxiety and dread settle in. he has to do something! doesn't matter what dean said. he's gonna fix him, fix this. SOMEHOW. sam gestures from a rusty rebar near the ceiling to dean's chest, staring at castiel with a pale face and watery, red eyes. 'don't let him go,' the younger winchester begs. 'don't let him..' die goes unsaid. there's a mess of blood that starts as bubbles at dean's mouth then trickles down his chin to become a steady stream of grotesque dark red. the kind of red that comes from somewhere deep. droplets land on cas's lapel as dean's head rests on the former angel's shoulder.

"i'm sorry, cas. i can't.. i didn't--" this was all supposed to be so routine. he burns from head to toe and feels so damn tired. "love you, cas. 'm sorry." outside, sam's practically yelling into the phone. the hunter's voice rings in dean's ear. far off and distanct. he wishes his brother would just come back... a wobbly hand snags a fistful of the front of cas's shirt. he's not allowed to leave, too. his weight shifts, tears a howl out of lungs that feel like they're wobbling in his chest. slumping against cas, he sucks in a breath that doesn't wanna get swallowed. even that hurts now. "this wasn't s'pposed to happen.." they're happy. he's got a life to leave and he doesn't want to! not now that he has it! desperation. please don't take this from us! not that he knows what it's like to breathe away from the life he never wanted in the first place. god damn figures, doesn't it? some kinda sick joke.. and now he's pissed and scared and his heart's breaking as he looks into the tear-brimmed eyes of the one who loves him the most.

then again. he always did say it was gonna end this way. didn't he..?

just another part of the routine.

[esoterium]

@qapsiel || random inbox starter! || always accepting!

"dean, there's a cowboy movie on tv."

there's not much going on. the hotel's in one of those tiny towns that's right out of some sorta horror novel. one stoplight to break up the monotony of nothing on the road but white dotted lines and tumbleweeds for days. sam's lucked out, though. with no one in sight for weeks, the weird owner with half his teeth in his front pocket gave them two rooms for the price of one. sure..it was a little shady of a deal and dean wondered if splitting them up was some sorta tactic out of hills have eyes but they had no idea who they were messing with if that was the case. or the arsenal that'd be greeting them if they tried to drag them off to their nuclear bunker full of messed up.

they've faced worse. let 'em have their space.

course cas showing up and being there? dean doesn't mind the company. he's hunched over the small two seater table by the window. hoagie from the truckstop (the only other open and functional business in town far as dean could tell) shoved in his mouth when cas points out the movie on the old enough for disco to still be king television. his ears perk up. few bites later and a swallow from his drink, dean's hopping up from the chair with a metallic clank and an arched brow shot back over his shoulder at the noise.

then with a toss of his body weight down on the bed, socked feet cross over one another and he huffs at his companion. "cowboy movie? this is more than a cowboy movie," a lowbrow look is given to the angel, "this is the good, the bad and the ugly. one of the best movies ever made. see that guy? that's clint eastwood. if we had him around? damn. our jobs would be so much easier," he muses shooting cas one of those little grins. "c'mon. take a load off and learn.."

[bloodsalteds]

@qapsiel || mystery prompts: sinday action edition || accepting!

2 + 11, i'm going for broke and doing both! (including them in the actual post but not listing what they are so it doesn't spoil the post!)

they've done this together more than a few times now. shared some fantasies in whispered tones when all the lights've been blown out from their antics. sam's getting rooms to himself lately (a few doors down so he doesn't have to hear) and they have so much time to make up for. so many experiences to have. so many ways to enjoy each other that dean doesn't feel like there's enough time in every night they can take to fit it all in. cas is the same. always looking for more. always wanting more. it's sinful how much they crave one another. lust at it's finest. and dean couldn't care any less.

not when his wrists are now bound together above his head. cas's tie is laced around and through in loops that intertwine a metallic rung of the headboard. he's good at tying knots. impressive even. dean's hands aren't going anywhere. a shuddering breath parts tongue swept lips left glistening with spit. his head lifts, a gasp drawn through them when the angel's fingers close around a nipple pinching it lightly and he groans when he sees the blue in castiel's eyes darken as they flick up to meet his.

the stare holds dean in place. pulse thundering in his ear drums as his breath quickens, stomach trembling and his erection is thick and curved towards his belly. unable to move and barely able to get out anything more than a shaken murmur of cas's name, the hunter's toes curl before his knee opposite of where cas lays beside him bends and drags them across the much softer sheets compared to the hotel they were at last night. he needs him. needs him so fucking bad it HURTS.

"you're gonna be the end of me," he whines shakenly body arching towards the touch as his head falls back down--head turned in cas's direction as dazed eyes take in the sight of him, how the shadows play off a bare shoulder. god damn, was he gonna be.

[bloodsaltedshifting]

@ghstfacr || nightamres & sleeping meme || accepting!

“I broke the lock. You were screaming.”

no matter how many time's he's tried to save him. he keeps getting the same outcome. every door he opens and runs through? sam's dead on the other side. he's killed the fucking demon three different ways. out ran it twice. and dean just can't do it. the door opens. sam's bloodied and limp. torn apart and gone. hanging and staring down at him with vacant eyes. burnt and a shadow blazed into the fucking concrete. make that make sense! you can't! cause DEAN can't!

the more he finds him broken, bloodied and dead--the more panicked dean gets. and he can't wake up. there's no waking up and he's starting to think he's not dreaming anymore. maybe he really is awake and this is some kind of fucking hell he's ended up trapped in with no escaping.

this time the door's still bloody with his handprints. crimson that's not his own. and this time sam's standing there. neck twisted. eyes rolled white and then they fill with black. teeth gnashing together with thick black dripping through them spilling between his lips, "you did this.." he hisses. wet vitriol. laced with hisses and gutteral noises in languages that haunt him from the dark. dean screams. and then there's a bang.

round, wild eyes stare at the face that comes into view. 'i broke the lock. you were screaming.' and dean's scrambling up out of bed. half dressed and his palms brushing wildly at his face. "i..uh..yeah.. wow," one swings to cup the back of his neck and he jerks the other one towards the bed puffing out a hasty laugh. brush it off. don't let her see you sweat. literally. "spider! whew... thank god. you busted the lock--wait--you what?" he jerks an impressed brow up. anything to get that vision out of his head. ANYTHING!

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Bobby here in Taxi Driver: okay I'll go to Heaven bc it beats Hell but yous better break me out if you can. I don't want to be there.

Bobby in Carry On: 😀 come join me forever Dean 😀 have some El Sol beer 😀 your dad's just up the road 😀

[dumbasswhatever]

watching supernatural in 2024 is all fun and games laughing at it crazy style until it pulls out the carry on wayward son "the road so far"

[starsstillshine]

carry on my wayward son started playing on the radio while i was reading a spiderdads fic and i started crying LMAO

[attractthecrows]

just finished a mass effect playthrough u kno what that means

[seraphfled]

@thememory || Ask Meme || Attention + Entwine

Dusk had long since fallen before he awoke, a habit developed when he was a mere researcher who had long become infamous for stalking the halls of the Hyperboreia when only those who were enamoured by dusk's sweet embrace dared to awaken. Fingers wrapped in frayed cloth found purchase in rubbing the traces of unyielding slumber from ashen hues as the body slowly rose from a sea of dirt, no doubt something he would have to fix if his dozing travels had delivered him back to Elpis', and her, solitary garden hidden deep where the stars and the sea kissed amidst the never-ending horizon.

The fragrance of myriad flowers drifted amidst the dancing winds, whispering sweet nothing's with their presence, as if trying to guide him to where he most needed to be. Each step shook the weariness from his frame, his soul, his aether reaching out for the abundance of astral aether long since associated with the concept of home. Malleable soil curled around the soles of boots, barely holding themselves with the anticipation of a long overdue homecoming. With every step, more and more of those worn clothes disappeared into the aether, replaced in turn with robes fitting of the convocation’s weary fourteenth seat.

Even riddled with exhaustion gracing his features, his movements do little to slow, shredding off the personage of Azem, of the wanderer as he moves closer and closer to the fenced garden, the haphazard repairs to the fence no doubt the work of Themis or Hythlodaeus in an attempt to get one up after the incident with the grapes and his subsequent disappearance to ensure he wouldn’t have to deal with Lahabrea or Nabriales any longer than professionally necessary.

At the end of the stone path, a feat that lay far beyond the skills of Astraeus who would be Azem, toiled the reward for a journey, months longer than needed even for immortals to whom time was but a suggestion. Were he in any way poetically inclined, the only way he could describe her would be that the very stars that whispered to him had sawn fit to adorn Chestnut hair with a halo of their very essence. Quietly he treaded the path, reaching around to grasp slender digits amidst worn hands.

“Come now Persephone, the time to rest nears, even this beloved garden needs to sleep”

[nootcatt]

"I'm over spn" they said, twenty minutes after glaring at a person's blog who shipped you notp back in the spn days. After saying that, they continued to judge them for three more hours.

[dearestagonya]

— ✿ tag dump. › addison gray.

— ✿ carry on my wayward daughter there'll be peace when you are done. › addison's main verse.

— ✿ where do broken hearts go tell me where you’re hiding out. › addison's teen verse.

— ✿ addison gray. › in character.

— ✿ she is the littlest winchester. › addison's appearance.

— ✿ lay your weary head to rest don't you cry no more. › addison's headcanons.

— ✿ her head is filled with rock songs and yugioh quotes. › addison's aesthetics.