#Like go on Google and look up pics of human angels especially when you add girls and all you see are light skins and pale women

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It's absolutely amazing how a good day can be absolutely ruined just by opening tiktok.

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[ ObiRyū October | Day Sixteen | Incantation ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū, Hatake Kakashi ] [ Verse: Ghost Among the Ghosts ]

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“Hi, Mom...it’s me again. I brought you some fresh flowers! Sorry I left the other ones here so long...I’ve been busy the last few weeks. School is going well, but...it’s a lot of work. I’m keeping my grades up, at least. But that means less time for...everything else. And no, I still don’t have a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend, for that matter. But maybe that’s a good thing. I’d be really inattentive lately, and that wouldn’t be fair. I dunno, maybe I’ll meet someone after, y’know? But if work is busy too, then...guess I’ll just be a crazy old cat lady. Though I don’t have a cat yet…”

She’s rambling. But then again, that usually happens when she takes a day to catch up with her mother. Sitting cross-legged in the grass, Ryū lets an elbow rest on a knee, chin held in a palm. It’s nice to just...sit and chat.

And given Reika can’t really reply, it means she can go on for as long as she wants.

“Dad came to visit yesterday. That was nice. He said he was going to stop by and see you while he was here. I hope he did. Guess he didn’t leave anything, but...well, I told him I was going to stop by today. Maybe he just figured things would get cluttered, otherwise.”

Beyond the freshly-replaced flowers, Reika’s headstone is clear. There’s a small growth of lichen, but she’ll take care of that while she’s here. Otherwise, the polished black marble is flawless.

“Anyway...I guess there’s really not much else to report. Kinda stuck in a bit of a slog, I suppose. Same routine over and over. Classes change, but the routine doesn’t.” Shifting positions, she leans back on her palms, sighing. “There’s a few people I’ve seen in a couple of classes with me, but...haven’t really made any friends. Dad says I’d scare them away anyway cuz I spend so much time here.” Ryū can’t help a snicker. “I might’ve had my baby goth phase in high school, but it didn’t stick. I just...like dark clothes and hanging out with my dead mom! Nothing weird about that, right?”

The only answer is wind rustling through the cemetery trees.

Another sigh escapes her, seeming to get lost in thought. “...guess I kinda just fell into it all. The image, I mean. People were always calling me Ghost, so...it was easier to roll with it than fight it. Is that weird? Maybe not. Guess I just kinda adopted it. Maybe part of it’s still sticking, huh?”

Another thoughtful silence before she straightens, hauling herself to her feet and brushing leaves and grass from her clothes. “Well...I won’t bug you any more today. Though I’m not really looking forward to heading back to my dorm. It’s so cramped, and my roommate snores. Not to mention I have an essay to do when I get there. So maybe I’ll just...wander around a bit. Y’know...procrastinate.”

After clearing the lichen, Ryū says her goodbyes before heading further into the cemetery rather than back toward the gate.

It’s strange. She’s here so often, yet she’s never really taken the time to look at any other parts of the graveyard. Even back when she was embracing her spooky image in high school.

Better late than never, she supposes.

The further you go, the older the plots get...and eventually, entire family crypts start popping up. Ryū eyes them curiously, feeling an old itch start bubbling up to the surface. Maybe she’ll just...take some pictures. For old time’s sake. Surely nobody will mind, right?

Out comes her phone, subtly snapping photos of some of the more unique headstones. One bears an entire full-size weeping angel, arms outstretched to the sky in mourning.

“Wicked…!”

Okay maybe her goth phase isn’t as over as she likes to pretend it is.

Soon enough she’s losing herself in it, taking artsy pics of as much spooky splendor as she can manage. The cloudy Autumn day only adds to the atmosphere, she can’t help it!

And then she hits the motherlode.

Looming up out of the gloom is one of the crypts: its own stone building to inter members of a family. And this one is massive...let alone clearly old as old gets. A wrought iron gate blocks access to the interior, and no matter how she cranes her neck, Ryū can only see so far.

Backing up a few paces, she realizes there isn’t a family name carved anywhere in the stone. That’s a bit odd. Instead, a phrase is etched along the top of the threshold. Usually it’s something in Latin, but...this doesn’t look quite right.

Brow furrowing, Ryū reads it over a few times in her head. Maybe it is Latin and she’s just...really rusty. But her curiosity persists, and so she googles it.

...nothing really comes up.

Well, drat.

A sigh escapes her, tucking away her phone for the moment. Under her breath, she tries sounding it out, doing so slowly with the Latin pronunciation that she knows.

As soon as she finishes, a flash of cold washes over her, seemingly coming up from the crypt.

Every hair on her body stands on end, tensing as eyes fly wide.

...what the��?

Fog then begins to plume up the steps, curling around the gate. And as she stares, Ryū sees hands slowly reach to grip the bars. Then with an ear-splitting creak, it starts to swing open.

Oh this is not good...what did she do?! What, was that some kind of...incantation? That stuff isn’t real…! And why would it be carved into a crypt?!

A deep, raspy chuckle then sounds, and a shiver runs its way up her spine. Every part of her brain is screaming at her to run...but she can’t get her legs to move, locked into place as she trembles.

“Well well...been a while since anyone’s given those words a read. Was starting to wonder if anyone would ever bother…”

With a lurch, she manages to stumble back half a step, body feeling rigid and stubborn. “Who...who’s there…?”

“You mean to tell me you read the invocation, and you don’t even know who you’re talking to? I should be offended. And here I was so relieved at finally getting a chance to stretch my legs! Hell gets so boring after a while…”

A figure then starts to emerge from the fog. And Ryū’s heart feels about ready to jump right out of her chest. Hell...this person’s from Hell? Then...doesn’t that mean -?

“I guess I can still manage an introduction. But...you first, hm? Only polite, since you rang.”

...is it wise to tell them that? “It...it’s Ryū. M-my name is...is Ryū.”

“Ryū…?” They seem to roll the word around in their mouth, as if tasting it. “Hm...I suppose that’ll do. And my name...is Obito.”

They take one last step, and Ryū beholds the demon in all their glory.

...it’s not an image she expects.

It’s not a gargoyle-like creature. No cloven hooves, no horns. It’s just a...a man? Wearing black slacks, shining black shoes, a violet button-down shirt, and a black vest. A hand wrapped in a fingerless glove adjusts a matching purple tie. Short dark hair, glowing red eyes, and...and…

Scars. All over the right side of his face. Some even peek up from under the loose collar of his shirt.

“Why is it everybody always stares, hm? Something on my face?”

Ryū forces herself to blink. “...I-I -?”

Ignoring her, the demon glances around. “...huh. Not where I expected to pop up. No one’s used this place in a long time. Being nosy, are we?”

“Wh-? N-no! I...I was just looking, and…?”

“And decided to recite the obviously-demonic carving on the wall?”

She sputters. Obviously demonic? How was she supposed to know?! “I-I didn’t know that’s what it was! I-I swear!”

Obito just rolls his eyes. “Uh huh. That’s what they all say.”

“Can’t you just, um...g-go back where you came from?”

“I’m afraid not, you see…” He starts sauntering toward her, her own legs attempting to retreat. “Demons, once called out of Hell, can only return once they have their contracted’s soul in their possession. It’s a system. And given that you called me...that means you.”

“I-I didn’t call you! It was an accident!”

“Yes, yes...you humans and your accidents.” He steps closer, Ryū finding herself with nowhere to run as her back finds a tree. Leaning in, Obito gives her a very unabashed once-over. “...hm…”

“W...what?”

“I think you’re lying.”

“Wh-? Why would I lie?!”

“Because I can smell it on you.”

“Smell what? I-I just took a shower this morning before I came to see Mom!”

Obito gives a roll of his eyes. “Oh, brother...so you don’t know…?”

“Know what?!”

“That you’re a witch.”

She freezes. “...I’m a...a what?”

“Oh come, now. Your appearance is telling enough. Tell me...did your mother look like you? All ghost-like…?”

Ryū feels the blood draining from her face. “...I…”

“Thought so.”

“I am not a witch! I just had a goth phase in high school! And the only reason I did was because everyone forced it on me!”

“And why do you think they did that?”

“Because I look like this!”

“And? You really think they couldn’t tell? It’s a subconscious thing, especially in this day and age. Very few people legitimately cry ‘witch’ nowadays. Most who do just get laughed at, but they’re out there. Or rather, you’re out there.”

Head shaking, Ryū rebuke, “Well...still! Witch or not, I did not call you here on purpose! So just...go back where you came from, and leave me alone!”

“I told you, I can’t do that. Not until I harvest that soul of yours. Or...mine, really. Semantics.”

She stares at him. “...so, I...I really am stuck with you…?”

“Until you utilize your contract, that’s exactly right. So hurry up and make your request so we can get this over with.”

“...and if I don’t?”

“Don’t what?”

“What if I don’t make a request? What if I just...ignore this so-called contract I didn’t agree to? Then what?”

Obito’s face goes slack. “...you can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“For one thing, contracts have consequences the longer they go on. Consequences that are rather dire for mortals. Eventually you’d just be begging for me to end it, so there’s no real point in drawing things out.”

“I could...I could hire an exorcist!”

That earns an outright laugh. “Oh, you could. But it wouldn’t go well. We’re contracted. My suffering is your suffering. And vice versa.”

...well shit. She’s running out of ideas. Surely by now demons are rather used to all the ways humans try and wriggle their ways out of contracts. Ryū’s eyes flicker back and forth, trying to think of a solution.

All the while, looking amused, Obito watches her. He’s never actually met someone from a witch bloodline before. While they don’t all look like she does, that just makes her all the more unique. Part of him wonders what her skills would be. Are witch souls worth more than a regular human soul…? He’s not actually sure. But he’ll admit, it feels rather tantalizing compared to other humans he’s contracted with. Almost seems a shame to waste it.

“...you know, there is one way to circumvent this whole ordeal.”

He speaks without meaning to, her head shooting up.

“...and what would that be?”

“You could always become a demon yourself. It’s not easy, and technically you’d still be damned, but...you wouldn’t die.”

A stubborn scowl overtakes her face. “Not sure that’s much better.”

Shoulders shrug. “Just letting you know. Hell’s really not all that bad when you’re on Lucifer’s good side, you know.”

“...I’ll bear that in mind,” is her dry reply.

“You really should make up your mind. Time is ticking. And I’ve got other things I could be -”

“Hey!”

The pair of them turn, seeing another figure making its way toward them. Silvery, messy locks fall over a fair face, the bottom half obscured by a mask. There’s really not much remarkable about him...except for a glint of silver that jostles around his neck as he runs.

A cross.

Behind Ryū, Obito’s eyes narrow.

Reaching them, the newcomer holds an arm out between them, barring Ryū back. “I’ve been waiting for you to show your face again. Let her go!”

“This is none of your business, Kakashi. She summoned me.”

“I told you, it wasn’t on purpose!” Ryū insists from behind Kakashi’s arm.

“It’s too late! Intentional or not, what’s done is done. She has to forfeit her soul one way or another. I’m just doing what I’m meant to do.”

“Don’t you remember what it’s like to be human?” Kakashi barks in protest. “Why hurt them when you used to be one, Obito?”

Ryū’s eyes widen. He was human…?

Obito’s lip lifts in a sneer. “I was human. And that life was nothing but suffering. Poverty, loneliness, despair...and then a violent, painful end before I was even a man. Can you really blame me for letting that bitterness overcome me? Life wasn’t, isn’t fair, Kakashi. Humans suffer, and they cause suffering. They must reap what they sow.”

“And what has she done wrong, beyond being at the wrong place at the wrong time? Do you really want to damn an innocent just because you suffered in life? That won’t reverse what you went through. It will just make someone else suffer, too. Let her go.”

All the while, Ryū watches them both. It’s clear they knew each other before Obito became a demon. And if Obito is telling the truth, then...it seems to her that he had every reason to be persuaded into a role like this, given what he went through.

Suffering begets suffering, after all.

...then maybe…

“You can’t break this contract, Kakashi. You’re hardly strong enough to have any influence here. It doesn’t matter if she’s willing or not. It was a done deal as soon as she spoke the incantation. One way or another, I’ll -!”

“I know what I want.”

Both men turn to her, expressions equally surprised.

“Miss, no - you can’t go through with this! If you do, your soul will -!”

“You heard the lady, Kakashi.” Behind them, Obito gives a bone-chilling smirk. “She’s made up her mind. And about time. What’ll it be, then?”

Gently urging Kakashi’s arm aside, Ryū steps forward, studying the demon. “...so, in order for the contract to be fulfilled...you have to complete whatever task I give you...right?”

“That’s right.”

“No matter how long it takes?”

“Yes. But we demons are very efficient.”

“...and the task can be anything?”

“Well...there are a few exceptions. I can’t raise the dead, for example. Can’t make you immortal. But most things are on the table. Tell me your wish, and I’ll let you know.”

She can’t help a dry snort at the word ‘wish’. As if she sought this out. “...all right, then. What I want from you is...to protect me from all possible harm, within your ability, until I die naturally. Only once I’ve lived whatever life you can allow me to live can you have my soul. If you purposefully allow me to be killed to try to complete the contract early, then you’ll have failed, and the contract is null and void.”

As she speaks, Obito’s grin slowly falls to a neutral, and then surprised expression.

Behind her, Kakashi gives a humorless laugh. “...so, rather than a guardian angel...you’ve snagged yourself a guardian demon. Well that’s a first.”

Ryū doesn’t reply, still looking at Obito. “...so? Is that on the table…?”

Sighing curtly, Obito looks aside as if trying to think of some kind of loophole. But after a minute of silence, it’s clear he can’t recall any. “...I suppose it is.”

“And because you’ll be performing your contract, there won’t be any of those consequences you talked about?”

“...in all honesty, I can’t be sure. I’ve never had a contract quite like that. The longest I’ve had to wait was a week.” He looks her over. “...you really want a demon to be hovering over your shoulder for the rest of your life?”

“I figure that’s the best outcome I could ask for, all things considered” is her quiet reply. “...besides, something you said struck me a bit funny.”

“...and what was that?”

“That you were lonely.”

His face goes slack. “...you...can’t be serious.”

Even Kakashi has no rebuke for that.

“You’re extending your contract to the fullest possible extent because a demon implied that they were lonely…? You must be a special kind of naive, lady.”

She gives a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “You’re the one who implied it, not me. Not everyone is a jerk, you know.”

He scowls, but doesn’t have a retort. “...all right, then. We shake on it...and your request will be set. No changing your mind. Got it?”

“Obito, I can’t let you do this!”

“There’s no can’t, Kakashi,” Obito retorts. “You couldn’t stop me if you tried. Buzz around her like an annoying little fly if you want. There’s no saving her.”

Turning to the other human, Ryū gives a somber smile. “I’ll be okay.”

“But -?”

Before he can try to argue, Ryū reaches out, and takes Obito’s hand.

The same rush of cold eddies around them, and Ryū can’t help but flinch as her hair whips around her face. Leaves kick up, the trees creaking as they get caught in the ethereal wind.

Hands still locked, Obito sneaks his other arm around her back, pulling them chest to chest with their hands pressed between them. A smirk curls his lips, hovering several inches over her own. “...it’s done.”

“This isn’t over, Obito!” Kakashi insists.

The demon turns to him, expression bored. “Well, I suppose you might have time to build up some power before she kicks the bucket. But I won’t be letting a soul go that easily, Kakashi.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” the demonologist replies lowly.

“Run along, then. Go bury your nose into your books and find some holy relics. You’ll be racing against the clock for this one.”

Glowering, Kakashi turns on a heel and leaves them.

“Finally, a little privacy,” Obito then sighs, giving a stretch. “You think he’d give that demonologist bit a rest…”

“So...you two know each other?”

“In a manner of speaking. But let’s not get into that, now. You’ve got a life to get to.”

It’s then that Ryū hesitates. “So...other people can see you…?”

“Only if I want them to. And even then a very small handful could otherwise. You’d be one of them, actually. If you had a bit more training, you might even be able to see what I really look like.”

“...you mean this is a ruse?”

He smirks. “...yes and no. This is my human appearance. I died at thirteen, but as a demon I’ve kept aging. This is how I’d look if I’d lived. But it’s not what I truly am, now. Not fully.”

“So I won’t have to explain why someone is constantly following me, then.”

“Not unless I decide to show myself. Which, for my own convenience, I doubt I’ll do often, if at all. I’d like this whole experience to be as painless as possible, since you seem to have it in your mind we’re going to be buddies in the meantime. Just think of me as a voice in your head that only you can see.”

...well, this is going to take some getting used to. But at least for now she has time. And it seems that this Kakashi guy wants to try and break this contract. Maybe he’ll succeed. For now, however...she’ll just have to adapt.

“...all right then. Come on. We’re leaving.”

“And going…?”

“Back to my dorm. I have homework.”

“You’re a student?”

“Studying to be a nurse.” She starts walking, and Obito follows.

“Riveting.”

“You’re the one who asked.”

Yes, this is going to take a lot of getting used to.

     This is...super random but I guess it works for the prompt xD I dunno anything about demonology or whatever, so this is...purely me winging it. Also any religious mentions are just for the sake of context. That’s another subject I know little to nothing about lol      A human (well, kinda) and a demon stuck in each other’s company. Surely nothing is going to wrong in this situation, right? Riiiight.      I’d...say more but it’s late and this weekend is gonna suuuck so I’m gonna go sleep. Thanks for reading!

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Light Painting

Characters: Cas x Reader, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 2,391

Warnings: just pure fluff with Castiel because he’s a smol bean

Request by @helllonearth:  Jordan! I noticed that you don't write that much Castiel recently cause almost nobody is requesting him. But this idea flashed (literally) in my mind while taking some photos. So, what about a oneshot where reader is a photographer and she loves light painting,when cas becomes human she decide to take a pic of him creating wings behind him with a light effect. 

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If you never became a hunter, you would most definitely be in the photography business. There was something about being behind a camera, capturing moments in life that would never present themselves again.

Of course, you still did photography but not as much as you would like. You tried to take as many pictures as you possibly could, taking pictures of landscapes to people to food to even still life. You loved working on the pictures digitally, making them more modern with filters and other types of things that compliment them.

Your favorite kind of painting was light painting. It was kind of hard to explain but you do this in the dark, take a special kind of light and start “painting” the air as you take pictures which then produces whatever you painted in the air.

You found yourself having a whole album of your photos and only Sam and Dean have seen them since you were really private about them. However, Sam and Dean were more than supportive with your work and they often found themselves as the subjects of your art.

They really didn’t like it when you took pictures of them but they were so photogenic that you just had to take pictures of them. You would take pictures of Cas but he asked you not to, solely on the fact that the camera will capture his wings and human eyes weren’t meant to see his wings. So, you respected his wishes.

However, recently, Cas became a human and as much as you were sad his Grace was gone, you were glad that you got to do human things with him. You showed him how to do all kinds of things and he grasped onto your every word, not wanting to mess things up.

Before he was human, you always thought of Cas as your Angel friend that you loved to have around. But as you were teaching him about humanity, you saw him in a different light. He was more vulnerable, more scared of getting things wrong; especially in your presence.

You started to fall for him and as much as he seemed to like you back, you thought they would just complicate things when he got his Grace back. As a human, he didn’t have to worry about much, a human dating a human. But as an Angel, there were all kinds of things to worry about.

If you two had sex, there could be a chance of an Angel baby and you didn’t want that, despite you wanting to have kids with him. There was also the problem of always being away since Earth wasn’t his home. Heaven was and he would always stay the same age and you would grow old, eventually dying before he does.

It just didn’t work out in the end. So, you just could photograph him now that he was human and you would do it in secret because you dind’t know if he would like it or not.

You walked into the war room to see the Winchester brothers and Cas reading, concentrating intensely. You grinned and held your camera out in front of you, making sure the shot was just right before snapping a picture.

You pulled away and looked at what you shot and smiled. You loved to capture emotion and you could definitely see that they were stressed.

“Y/N, enough with the camera, please.” Dean said when he heard the shutter. It was a quiet shutter but this was a quiet room so you weren’t surprised when he heard it.

“Sorry, Dean.” You said, shifting your position to end up in Cas’s line of view before lining up the shot. He didn’t seem to be paying attention to what was going on and you zoomed in on his face, making sure nothing was in the background.

His beautiful face covered the whole screen and you took the picture, smiling when he didn’t move.

“Y/N, I don’t think Cas wants you taking pictures of him either. You know what, you should be helping us.” Dean said, looking at you.

“Helping you what? We don’t have a case. You two should relax. More so with you, Dean because we all know how much you hate this kind of thing.” You said, leaving the camera to hang around your neck.

“I know but we need to work on getting Cas’ Grace back.” Dean said, looking a little defeated.

“Have you ever thought he didn’t want it back?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“I want it back, Y/N.” Cas spoke up. Your shoulders sagged a bit and you huffed out.

“Fine, have fun. His Grace will still be gone tomorrow. I am going to relax for a bit since we never do that. You know, it’s bad for your body to not relax.” You said, leaving them, and going into the kitchen to make yourself something to eat.

You opened the fridge and looked through it, grimacing at the fact that it was nearly empty of food. All that was in here were leftover takeout food, a lot of beer and maybe some water. Damn, you needed to go shopping.

“Y/N, can I see the picture you took?” You heard Cas’ gravelly voice come from behind you. You jumped out of your skin, not expecting him to be there. You held your racing heart and turned around, glaring at him slightly.

“Holy shit, Cas, you gave me a heart attack.” You said, sighing to calm down.

“I did not. If you were having a heart attack, you would be dizzy and have a cold sweat. Plus, many more symptoms but you are not.” Cas said with his infamous head tilt.

“No, Cas, it’s just an expression. You don’t sneak up on people. We talked about this.” You said, pushing past him and sitting at the table. Cas walked up behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“My apologies. Could I see the photo you took of me?” He asked.

“Sure.” You said, going through your gallery on your camera, showing him the picture you took of him in the war room.

“Wow, you’re really good with a camera.” He said, squeezing your shoulders a bit.

“Thank you but this is nothing compared to what I can actually do.” You said, chuckling.

“What else can you do?” He asked, genuinely curious about it. You looked up, meeting his beautiful blue eyes before responding.

“Fine, I’ll show you but you can’t make fun of me. Sam and Dean do that enough already.” You said, biting your lower lip.

‘You have my word.” He said with a smile.

“Great, I’ll show you tonight when it’s dark out since it’s the only time I can do it.” You said, getting out of your seat and leaving your camera on the table.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“To the store. We need some more food. You want to come with?” You asked, grabbing Dean’s keys. He only let you or Sam drive his precious car.

“Sure.”

“Is it dark enough now?” Cas asked, looking outside through the front door of the Bunker. Honestly, you forgot he even asked about seeing your photos but you were glad he reminded you because after a lot of thought, you knew the perfect picture to capture.

“Yes it is. Let me go get my things. Just wait there.” You said, getting up and leaving the war room.

“Hey, where are you going?” Sam asked, stopping you in the hallway.

“Getting my equipment so I can show Cas some of my light painting.” You said with a grin, walking past him but another voice stopped you.

“Yeah, and while you’re out there, kiss him. It’s getting frustrating with all the sexual tension you two have.”

“Dean, stop it,” You said, whipping back around. “Cas doesn’t like me like that. Even if he did, which he doesn’t, it would be too complicated when he gets his Grace back. He won’t want me anymore.”

“You and me both know that’s complete bullshit.” Dean said with an eyeroll.

“Don’t say anything to him, Dean. Promise me.” You said, glaring at him.

“Alright, fine, I promise.” Dean said, sighing deeply.

“Thank you.” You said, walking away from them and into a spare room that you called your studio. You fixed it up and made this your dark room when you developed your pictures. You gathered the things you would need and met Cas by the door, walking outside with him.

“Would you like some help?” He asked, seeing how many things you were carrying.

“Yeah, that would be great, thanks.” You said, handing him your tripod, carrying your box of the other things you would need. You walked into the field next to the Bunker and stopped when you deemed it was perfect.

“What kind of photography is done at night? You can’t see anything.” Cas said, handing you the tripod after you set the box down.

“I am doing a little something called light painting. Don’t worry, you will love it. You’re the subject and I do have a surprise for you.” You grinned, getting everything set up.

“What kind of surprise?”

“Well, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, now would it? Follow me,” You led him away from the camera, putting him at an appropriate distance to work with. “Now stay here and let me do all the work.”

You walked back behind the camera and got the timer all set up, putting in the right lens for this and taking out your special light. Before you got to work, you took a test shot, making sure that everything was right and you had enough light coming from the moon shining.

When you made sure everything was okay, you got to work, walking over to Cas.

“Now, stay still and let me do my thing.” You said before waving the light around. You had to always be in motion, always moving your body and the light in order to not get yourself in the picture. You worked fast, creating wings for him since he didn’t have any.

You made sure to use the right light, creating them in the best possibly way you could. You wanted him to like it after all.

“Okay, keep standing there. I am not finished.” You said after you were done with the first picture. You walked over to the camera and looked at it, making sure it was perfect. You liked what you saw and set up another shot, walking over to Cas when you were done.

You got to work again, waving the light around, always being in motion. When you were done, you smiled at him and grabbed his hand, leading him to the camera.

“I hope you like what I did.” You packed everything up so you could develop them properly.

“Where are they?” He asked, grabbing the tripod when you handed it to him.

“I have to get them developed and then I’ll show you. It’s better to look at them not on a camera.” You said, walking back to the bunker, using your light to see. You walked back in the Bunker and headed straight to your dark room.

“Come in and close the door.” You said to Cas, setting down the box of your things. He did as he was told and you took the tripod from him, setting it by the door. You got out your camera and took the film out of it, getting the negatives since you needed them to develop them.

You did your magic, hooking the negatives to a machine to capture the picture onto an empty picture slab. When you were sure it was copied, you put the picture under the chemicals you had in the correct container.

“What happens now?” Cas asked, quiet as he watched you work.

“We wait until the film shows up and we hang it to dry.” You said, turning around. You inhaled sharply when you realized just how close you were to him. You looked up at his face and stared into his eyes. Even in the dark room, you could still see how clue they are.

“I had a fun time with you today.” He said.

“Me too.” You whispered, your eyes flitting between his. He leaned down and quickly captured your mouth with his. Your eyes widened but you weren’t going to pass an opportunity to kiss him. You didn’t know he liked you until this moment.

You started to kiss him back but pulled away when you realized who was behind all of this.

“Did Dean tell you to do this?” You asked. You were going to kill him/. He promised he wouldn’t say anything.

“No,” He said and you nodded out of relief. Maybe he does genuinely like you back. “Sam did.”

“Sam did? Oh, I am going to kick his ass. I told them not to do this.” You said with a sigh.

“Why? Do you not like me?” Cas asked.

“No, I do like you. A lot, actually but you’re going to get your Grace, back, Cas. You’re not going to be a human forever and that would just complicate things, would it?” You asked, forgetting about the picture.

“Why does it have to be complicated? I like you a lot and just because I’m an Angel, shouldn’t stop me from kissing you.”

“You like me? You’re saying that after this, you want to be with me? As in, my boyfriend?” You asked, hope in your voice.

“Yes, if you would have me.” He said, gentleness in his eyes. You grinned and leaned up, pressing your lips back on his, wrapping your arms around his neck. He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you in closer as he kissed you.

You couldn’t believe this was happening but you didn’t want to jinx it at all. Cas pulled away far too quickly, making you chase his lips; they were so soft.

“Hey, those are awesome pictures.” He said, looking at the finished product.

You turned around and got out your gloves, carefully taking them out of the container and hung them up to dry. You grinned and looked up at your new boyfriend.

“I thought you would appreciate them.” You said with a giggle.

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[joshduhamels]

Tag Game

I was tagged by @steponmygowns Thanks darlin’!! :D 

Nickname(s): Adri Or Jana (My sister has been calling me this since i was little and only a limited people call me this.) 

Gender: Female.

Zodiac: Aquarius.

Height: 5’4.

Time: 8:50pm.

Where I’m from: Canada... Eh?!.

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff.

Favorite show: Man, i watch a lot but if i had to pick one show it’s Las Vegas always 100000%. 

Favorite animal: Dogs, Monkeys, Pandas & Bunnies. 

Favorite band/artist: Keith Urban, Carrie Underwood, Daughtry, Kelly Clarkson, Dallas Smith, Maddie & Tae, Jonas Brothers, Kelsea Ballerini, Shawn Mendes, Reik, Rita Ora, Jason Aldean, Selena Gomez, Backstreet Boys, Jennifer Lopez, Etc. 

Song stuck in my head: Drop by Dallas Smith. 

Last movie I saw: How To Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World. 

Last thing I googled: I’ve started drinking green’s every morning so i wanted to know more about what i can add to make it good. 

Other blogs: @joshduhamelsource & @juleshoughsource also i am a part of @dailywatson :D 

Do I get asks?: Eh... sometimes i wish i had more tho.  

Why this username: I think it’s pretty obvious why, i love Josh Duhamel like a lot and he’s just my favorite person also i have a massive celebrity crush on him and i will stand by it but he’s a gorgeous human being ok bye. 

Number of blankets: It was 2 but now it’s 1. 

Followers: 1,258

Following: 725

Average amount of sleep: 8 hours but depending if i don’t have to go into work i sleep for about 9 or 10. 

Lucky number: 27 

What am I wearing: checkered pink pj capri’s and one of my Carrie Underwood shirts from her Cry Pretty Tour 360 i got 4 weeks ago when i saw her in concert. :) 

Dream job: Computer web designer. 

Dream trips: Already went to it... LOS ANGELES!!!! and i can’t wait to go back but other places: France (my best friend lives there and she flew 24 hours to visit me so i’m returning the favor makes it even!), Vancouver, Nashville, New York, Spain, London & Italy. 

Favorite food: Pizza, Cheeseburgers, Tacos & Salad (i like to make my own all the time.) 

Instruments I can play: I used to play the flute but naaaah. 

Eye color: Hazel. 

Hair color: Dark/Light Brown. 

Aesthetic: Honestly, I have major self esteem issues and there is some days where i don’t look that great i also always have my hair tied up cause i don’t like people seeing how thick and wavy it is cause i’m afraid of the feedback i’ll get. Also i put major cover up on my face especially my chin area cause i have acne marks... :/ Luckily with the cream and facial washes i’m using i feel a lot more confident than i have been in almost a year. Also drinking green juices, water, eating better and exercising more my body looks better than it did in the past 5 years too. 

Languages I speak: English & Spanish. 

Most iconic song: I have a lot of songs i love dear god why???. 

When I created this account: October 2010! holy crap... 10 years i’m so damn old. 

Why I created this account: If i’m brutally honest for roleplay purposes i wanted a good resource of pics to use for my character but little did i know i just got hooked and made my own multifandom account so here we are. 

Best memory: Going to California for the first time 2 years ago and witnessing disneyland and universal studios it was such a dream to me and the palm trees too. 

Best pun: Omg! nooooo i ain’t going there lmao. 

Random fact: I’m the middle child, I probably know all the songs by heart they play on the radio station i listen too, i can read and write spanish i’m the only one out of my brother and sister who does besides my parents, my best friend is literally my rock for almost 12 years she’s family to me, i love going to concerts like it’s a lifestyle, My ipod is basically my diary, I’m a roleplayer i try to make time for it when i can during my days off and been playing the same character for 13 years and i feel more creative playing her as an adult now then i did when i made her during my teen years (plot twist: my bestie is also my roleplay partner.) & yeaaaaaah... anything more just ask. 

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it just say i tag you. <3