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SPN RP

@Saige_Etienne #SPN rp mains Ship - @HolySeraphim (his #LittleBee ) John - @TheElderHunter (adoptive dad) Sam - (v1) @BunkerGeek [hiatus] (v2) @LuciferosAlces Dean - [hiatus] @BittenDean [hiatus] @IPickTheMusic [Short hiatus] @DescendedOfCain Castiel - @HolySeraphim Charlie - @QuestHunter_ Mary - [hiatus] @MaHunteress Lucifer/Nick - @ExiliumFilius Gabriel - Chuck - Crowley - Cain - Rowena - Bobby - Balthazar -

[kiillingboys]

i thought a supernatural ad was playing but it turned out to be an ad for the channel movies4men and if that doesn't say it all i don't know what does

[synergygabriel]

SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG IS SAVED

Gabriel Novak

Of Chaos and Grace 

"SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG IS SAVED," Gabriel Novak proclaims, dragging everybody's favourite angsty hedgehog out of Green Hill Zone and through the fourth wall. Meanwhile, a chronically depressed Psych student and a psychotic Criminology student start receiving messages from two certain fictional characters. While Gabriel takes Itch under his wing (literally), and teaches him to accept himself and the darkness in his head, Shadow finds himself helping to heal a traumatised Alice from her past. But putting so much strain on the fourth wall comes at a price, one the four will have to pay eventually - and as things start to go downhill, how far will each go to keep each other alive? A story of mental health, finding comfort in fictional characters, and the spiritual journey that is laundry on a Wednesday morning.

Go read this trust me you’ll laugh and you’ll cry.

Collab between me and @bittendean

[whodoesntlovesabriel]

Of Starbucks and Monster.

This is a fic for @janimoon because they’re amazing. 

Sam fell into his seat in the lecture theatre with a wide yawn, pulling his laptop out of his bag and setting it in front of him. Someone sat next to him; a golden haired boy carrying a Starbucks cup and a can of Monster energy drink. Sam watched him with wide eyes as the boy cracked the can open, poured it all into the coffee, before chugging the entire thing in one go, crushing the paper cup and shaking his head.

 “Let’s do this.” He said, staring right ahead.

 “Are… you feeling okay?” Sam asked, worried for the guy’s poor heart… and for whatever had driven him to such extremes.

 “Am now. I’m Gabriel.” He held a hand out, and Sam shook it.

 “Sam, Winchester.” He tagged his surname on the end mainly so people knew he was related to Dean Winchester, the guy who’d done the second best leavers prank at New Hope High. Second best. He saw a twinkle in Gabriel’s eye and he tried to ignore it, opening up Facebook and opening a chat with his friend Castiel.

Cas, a guy just sat next to me, chugged a coffee/energy drink combo, and crushed the cup.

He saw the little ‘seen’ pop up, and Cas replied.

That’s my brother Sam.

Sam looked at the small golden haired man who was scribbling in a notebook. Shit. That was the older brother Sam had had a crush on whilst he was in high school, but Gabriel never noticed him. The lecturer walked in, and Sam closed Facebook, making notes.

At the end as he was leaving he felt a hand on his elbow, and he turned to see Gabriel grinning at him.

 “Hey, you seem like the kinda guy who likes ice cream.Wanna come out for ice cream with me, now?” Gabriel shifted his weight from leg to leg and Sam couldn’t help but notice the smaller man’s slim hips and muscled thighs. Okay, those jeans were too tight around all the right places to be legal. Sam realised at that moment he was staring at Gabriel’s thighs. “See something you like?” He heard the older Novak drawl and he went scarlet.

 “Ice cream- yeah, sounds good.” He replied, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. Gabriel beamed and looped his arm with Sam’s practically marching him to the ice cream parlour.

Don’t take Gabriel out for ice cream on a whim Sam chanted to himself as Gabriel paid way too much attention to that damn spoon. He couldn’t even retaliate - Gabriel hadn’t been the one caught staring at his thighs. He guessed it was apt punishment.

 “So Samalam, you still got that crush on me that you had in 8th grade?” Gabriel said as if it was the most normal thing in the world and Sam choked on air.

 “You knew about that?” He asked, burying his face in his hands. Of course Gabriel knew about that.

 “Cassie told me.” Sam was going to kill Cas. “Mainly because he thought if I knew I’d do something about it.” Sam maybe was going to kill Cas.

 “Wait what?”

 “Cas knew I had a crush on you too, but you were Winchester’s dweeby baby brother and I knew if I even breathed in your direction Dean’d have my head on a spike.” He said matter-of-factly, humming as he had another mouthful of bubblegum ice cream. “So I told Cas, he got my drift, then he went and dated Dean.” Both of them laughed then. It was true, Cas had been dating Dean for the past year and a half. “Anyway, back to the important people in this tale, ie us, I decided to grab the moose by the antlers and ask you on a date.” He made eye contact with Sam, and Sam couldn’t help but feel a shudder go through him. He could get used to looking into those gold eyes.

Dean came home and spotted Sam’s worn grey Stanford t-shirt over the back of the sofa. Huh. Why would Sam take off his shirt and throw it over the sofa? Maybe it’d gotten wet or… something. He then noticed Sam’s blue and grey plaid shirt laying on the floor in a pool of cloth. Something wasn’t right.

 “Sammy?” Dean called, and he heard a muffled shit and a scuffling from Sam’s room. Dean barked out a laugh and sat on the sofa, balling up Sam’s shirt and throwing it over his shoulder to land on top of the plaid. Sam emerged from his room looking sheepish, hair messy and a love bite already forming on his collarbone. He picked up his shirt and pulled it on, ignoring the smug smirk from Dean. “So, who’s the lucky girl?” Dean teased, looking over at Sam.

 “Dean, it’s not-”

 “Hello!” Gabriel swaggered into the room, hands in the pockets of Sam’s pyjama trousers. Dean’s smile darkened.

 “You.” Gabriel gave Dean a wave before going back into Sam’s room.

 “You two know each other?” Sam was royally confused. Dean seemed pissed. Not angry thankfully, he just seemed pissed about the fact Sam was with Gabriel.

 “Know how I did the second best leavers prank?” Dean said, and Sam nodded. “Gabriel’s was the best. It took him 6 months to orchestrate, two to get in place, and happened over the course of a week in seven ‘acts’ as he called them.” He broke into a wide grin, getting up and patting Sam’s shoulder. “Be careful, he can, and will, prank the living hell out of you if you give him a reason.” Sam didn’t like the sound of that.

It’d been five years since Gabriel walked into Sam’s lecture, added a whole can of energy drink to a coffee and downed the entire thing, and here they were sitting on the bonnet of the Impala (Dean let Sam borrow it, a five year anniversary is an important one) each with a cold bottle of beer looking up at the darkening sky, stars appearing in smattering of tiny silver spots.

 “You into astrology Sam-my-man?” Gabriel asked, taking a swig of beer.

 “Not really? I think the stars are pretty.” He laughed.

 “You’re what, a Taurus right?” Sam nodded, feeling Gabriel watching him. Gabriel at up, pointing at the sky and moving his finger like he was doing an imaginary dot to dot. “There - Taurus constellation.” He wrapped his arm around Sam’s shoulder, pulling him closer. Sam followed Gabriel’s finger and smiled. “And the Gabriel star is right next to it - what a coincidence.” He winked at Sam, who beamed and kissed Gabriel on the cheek. Despite their five year relationship Gabriel had never said ‘I love you’ too Sam, although he didn’t mind, because Gabriel showed his affection in other ways. He remembered Sam’s star sign, his favourite sweets, the fact he went for runs at Tuesday from 5am to 7am without fail even in the snow. Sam hadn’t said I love you too yet - but he wanted it to be mutual.

Sam dropped the empty bottle onto the grass and looked at Gabriel, admiring his profile in the dim light. He’d never gotten over exactly how gorgeous Gabriel was. He reached into his jacket pocket, wrapping his fingers around a small box and he took a deep breath.

 “Hey, Gabe, can I ask you something?” Gabriel nodded, making a small humming noise as he did. Sam got up, heading over the expanse of grass in front of them, holding his hands to Gabriel to join him. Gabriel did, looking confused. Sam swallowed, getting down onto one knee, pulling out a dark purple box and he breathed slowly, looking up at Gabriel’s eyes. Gabriel seemed stunned, and his eyes watered. No, no, Gabriel Novak does not cry. Sam took in a deep breath and smiled up at Gabriel.

 “We’re no strangers to love… you know the rules, and so do I. A full commitment's what I’m thinking of, you wouldn’t get this from any other guy. I just wanna tell you how I’m feeling, gotta make you understand. I’m never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert yo-” Sam was cut off by Gabriel dragging him up off the floor and kissing him hard.

 “Samuel. Lewis. Winchester. If you do not propose to me properly within the next ten seconds I won’t be saying yes." Gabriel was crying now, Sam's forehead pressed against his.

 "Gabriel Novak, will you marry me?"

 "Fuck yes." Sam picked Gabriel up and clutched him close, Gabriel's legs wrapping around his waist as they shared a kiss. Sam felt Gabriel's lips move as they kissed and he pulled back for a second.

 "Hm?"

 "I love you Sam." Gabriel whispered, and Sam smiled harder than he'd ever smiled before. For the first time in their five year relationship Gabriel had said I love you. And it was perfect.

 "I love you too Gabriel."

[bobmorlhey]

Yooo, my day was pretty average, dealing with a lot of complicated stuff right now. My selfie tag is /tagged/my+face! Hope you had a good day my dear~!

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1. i’m number one bottom!cas trash like i can smell bottom!cas from miles away and i’ll fucking cut a bitch who says cas is not a bottom

2. i’m always frustrated that i’m the only one in my class who has advanced english because whenever i try to tell them jokes and puns in english, they just dON’T UNDERSTAND AND IT HURTS SO MUCH

3. math is so much fun but my teacher’s teaching style is frustrating me to no end and now i feel like i just want to get it over with

4. i started sleeping with a blanket like a few months ago and now i can’t sleep without anything covering me

5. i once dated my junior in middle school and to this day it’s still one of my deepest regrets in life

6. i had my weaboo phase two or three years ago and i moved on from animes around september 2014, where i swore not to fall in love with animes again. theN I HAVE TO FREAKING STALK A KAIZUKI INAHO FANPAGE IN FACEBOOK and long story short i’m shipping inasure/orangebat pretty hard now, which leaves me terrified of the possibility of me moving back to anime fandom

[kiillingboys]

when u and the bae are on point

[holydean]

Just wanted u to know ur really adroable, have a nice day!

aw, shucks, thank you lovely!!! uvu

[synergygabriel]

Look who found their glasses :3c

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[whodoesntlovesabriel]

AU: One cannot see the colour of their soulmates eyes until they see them

Ao3 Link: Here

Sam woke up every morning to a grey room. No matter how wide open he left the curtains the night before, he could ever embrace the colour of the morning. His brother told him it was stupid, but Sam didn't care. He knew why he couldn't see the light, or why he saw Dean drizzling the most unappetising grey liquid onto his pancakes on a Saturday morning, and he knew why he and Dean would sit in the Roadhouse every Friday night chucking back shot after shot of grey alcohol that stung his throat. It was because that was the colour of his soulmates eyes.

Dean had laughed when Sam told him that the honey was grey.

 “Dude, honey is not grey.” He'd said stubbornly, wiping a smudge of it off his lip with a napkin. “What's grey is your shirt, seriously kid you're never going to be able to pull your soulmate if you dress so dull.” What Sam hadn't told Dean then was that his shirt wasn't grey, it was blue.

 “Dean, I'm telling you, the honey is grey.” He said, throwing his own napkin onto his plate and standing up. Dean just shook his head. No way there was chick out there with honey coloured eyes. Of course it didn't have to be a girl, Dean knew that, and with every girl he saw walking past him with grey eyes, that it was more and more likely his soulmate was a guy. And he was okay with that, he really was, but he just wished his soulmate would hurry up and show up.

 “Hey Sammy is it actually overcast today or is it clear?” Dean asked Sam, looking out their kitchen window at the sky. Dean had refused to tell Sam what colour he couldn't see, Sam had guessed after seeing Dean go everywhere with a hoodie and an umbrella as if the sky was constantly overcast.

 “You can't see the colour blue, can you.” Sam had stated one morning whilst Dean was cooking. Dean had thrown Sam a bitchface to end all others before admitting that no, he couldn't see the colour blue, and that he'd thought it was always overcast. Sam had just smiled, patting his brother on the shoulder and telling him that Sam would keep him updated on what the weather was so Dean didn't look as dumb as he had done carrying an umbrella in the peak of a heat wave because 'it's overcast you asshole'. Sam had to feel bad however for Dean's soulmate, because Dean's eyes were a bright green.

 “Broski come on, we're going camping.” Gabriel rapped on his younger brother's bedroom door loudly at 9am. Castiel groaned loudly and rolled over, burying his face in the pillow.

 “Gabriel, why are we going camping?” He shouted back, finally sitting up to see his brother standing in the door way with a shit-eating grin on his face. “You know I hate camping.” Castiel hated camping because the whole purpose was to see the amazing outdoors, to see the trees and smell the fresh air and he couldn't fucking see the trees. Before he'd even met his soulmate he was pissed at the guy (or girl) for having such green eyes that he couldn't see nature.

“Yeah, but, I don't, and no one else will come with me. Come with me and I'll tell you what colour I can't see.” Gabriel taunted Cas, dangling information infront of his brother. Gabriel hadn't told anyone what colour he couldn't see, and honestly he didn't know if he wanted to tell Castiel, but the fact of the matter if he wanted to go camping and if he had to tell his little brother his dirty little secrets to get him to come then he would. Hearing those words come from Gabriel's mouth made him jump into action, getting dressed and shoving clothes into a back pack. Gabriel laughed and closed Castiel's door, going to wait in the car.

They drove for hours before getting to the camp-site and they both climbed out the car, putting up the tent and chatting. Castiel noticed that Gabriel set his tent up closer to a certain tree than any of the others, and he would sometimes look at it and smile. Maybe he was remembering a past time they'd come here.  The sun began to go down and they lit a campfire, and at Gabriel's request they made smores before sitting in a comfortable silence around the fire, enjoying the golden colour that came from it. Almost the colour of Gabriel's eyes Castiel though.

“Hey, Gabe.”

“Yeah bro?”

“Aren't you going to tell me what colour you can't see?” Cas asked, shoving a smore into his mouth and chewing. Gabriel had never mentioned it before. Maybe Gabriel could see all the colours, Castiel worried. Maybe his older brother didn't have a soul mate. Gabriel smiled, squishing his marshmallow onto a slab of chocolate and he picked up a torch, shining it onto a tree trunk.

“What colour is that?” He asked, looking straight at Cas. Cas squinted at the tree trunk.

“Brown. Well, light brown, kinda hazel. There's green mixed in, because it's kinda grey in places.” Castiel mumbled through a mouth of biscuit and marshmallow.

“It's grey for me.” Gabriel said, laying the torch back down on the log. Castiel now realised why Gabriel liked coming out here to camp. He liked looking at the grey tree. He liked knowing he wasn't a freak. That's why he was smiling at it. Gabriel finished his smore and stomped out the flames before bidding his brother good night and crawling into his tent. As Castiel settled himself down in his sleeping bag his eyes shot open.

“Hey, is it okay if I sit here?” A new voice asked Castiel one morning during a study period in the library. He looked up to see the tallest person he'd even seen flashing him a stunning smile. He nodded and the boy sat down down. “I'm Sam, Sam Winchester.” He held out his hand – which Castiel shook. By instinct he looked at Sam's eyes and frowned instantly. “Everything okay?”

“Your eyes, sorry, I can only see half the colours.” He said, still frowning. Sam blushed.

“They're hazel, brown with a tinge of green.”

“Ah, it's the green I can't see.” Castiel said, now smiling. Sam laughed quietly and took a book out of his bag. “And I'm Castiel by the way. Nice to meet you Sam.”

Sam Winchester. Sam Winchester was Gabriel's soulmate. Of COURSE they wouldn't know, they'd never met, they only ever studied in the library. He grabbed his phone then swore loudly when he saw there was no reception. He needed his weekend to end now.

It was Friday by the time Castiel actually got to see Sam. He'd been practically running to school in the morning, getting there in record time. Gabriel didn't understand his rush but whatever, if the kid wants to get there let him.

Sam however, was always running late. He couldn't find his hoodie and finally he just went wearing the oldest one he had, which Dean had gotten him as a joke a few years ago. It was a dark blue, but Dean had thought it was grey, hence the purchase. He showed up to school and saw Castiel waving at him frantically.

“Hey Cas, haven't seen you in a while. Anything big happen while I was gone?” He joked as they walked to first lesson together.

“I learnt some new stuff, went camping with Gabe. He wants you to come round for dinner by the way, said he'd like to meet this friend I'm always talking about.” He lied. Gabriel didn't know Sam was coming round for dinner, but Cas hadn't wanted to tell him, he wanted Sam to stay a secret.

“Oh, sure, I'll just call Dean after school and let him know.”

“Nice hoodie by the way.” Castiel commented, tugging on the loose fabric around Sam's elbow. “Don't see you wearing blue much.” They sat down together in English and Sam pulled out his notebook.

“I don't, Dean can't see it and he just assumes I'm wearing grey, and had this hissy fit that I'm too boring and my soulmate won't even want to know me.”

“Your brother can't see the colour blue?” He asked, quicker than he wanted to. Sam gave Cas a confused look.

“Nah, Dean can't see anything blue.” Castiel's heart jumped into his mouth. Dean couldn't see the colour of Sam's hoodie – which was the same colour as Castiel's eyes. He wanted to mention something, shake Sam by the shoulders and pry out his address so Castiel could go see if Dean's eye were green but he held back. He'd find out soon enough.

The end of the day came, and Sam and Cas walked home together, chatting. The topic of eye colours somehow worked it's way into the conversation, and Cas gathered up courage from nowhere.

“What colour can't you see Sam?” He asked, pushing out on a limb. He needed Sam to say gold, honey gold.

“Dean says it's gold,” BINGO “But I just don't know really. Honey, whiskey, early morning sunshine, can't see any of 'em. What about you?” Sam asked back, hitching his backpack further up onto his back. Castiel reached out, brushing his fingers along the leaves of a bush.

“Green.”He said, shrugging. “I hate camping with Gabe for that reason. I can't see the damn leaves, grass, anything.” Sam chuckled.

“Hey, I kinda understand your pain. Everyone in autumn rambles on about the amazing orangey gold of the leaves. I can't see a damn thing!” They both laughed the whole way to Cas' front door, which he unlocked.

“Make yourself at home, I'm just going to put our bags in my room and go to the bathroom.” He scanned the room quickly before hearing the sounds of someone moving in the kitchen. “Gabriel's in there.” he pointed to the door and ran up the stairs. Sam walked to the kitchen door and knocked before walking in, smiling at Gabriel, who had his back to him.

“Hey, I'm Sam, Cas' friend.” He introduced himself and Gabriel turned around, a spoon in his mouth and oh.

Gabriel dropped the spoon, letting it clatter to the floor. Sam blinked a few times, not sure what he was staring at until he realised he could see the colour of the walls. The kitchen hadn't been grey, it'd been gold, bright fucking gold and Gabriel, Gabriel, had those golden eyes that Sam couldn't mistake for a mile away. They both stood in silence for a while, staring right at each other.

 “You.” Gabriel whispered, voice low, threatening to crack. “It's... it's you.” he said. Sam was the missing colour, it was his little brother's best friend from school. “Sam, I...” he trailed off, stepping towards Sam but Sam had longer legs and had already closed the gap between them, hand under Gabriel's chin, tipping it up s they should share the first kiss of many. And it was perfect. Gabriel tasted of sugar and strawberries, and he was small enough that Sam's free hand rested on his hip without any discomfort. Gabriel melted into the touch, both his arms raising to wrap around Sam's neck. They kissed softly for a few more seconds before parting, both grinning like fools.

 “I... I need to go tell Cas. And Dean.” Sam managed to say, wrapping an arm round Gabriel's waist and holding him close. “Hey, Cas!” he shouted, and Castiel came bounding in from the living room holding two objects.

 “Sam, what's this?” he said, shoving a glass into Sam's hand. He looked at it before sniffing.

 “It's... fuck this is whiskey.” he looked back at Gabe and that stunning smile came back. He could see the whiskey.

 “Gabe, look at this picture of us when we were camping last year.” He shoved the picture frame into Gabriel's hands.

 “I know Cas, I know what colour the tree is now.” He grinned, grabbing Cas and hugging him. “You knew, didn't you.” He said. “You knew from the weekend when I showed you the tree, didn't you.” he laughed. “Should have said something, but I'm just glad you recognised.” Sam grinned.

 “Can we take a trip to mine? I want Dean to meet you, not tell him over the phone.” Gabe nodded, just that bit too star-stuck to say no.

Sam unlocked his front door and walked in, Gabe and Cas trailing behind him.

 “Dean, this is Gabriel.” he said without a hello. Dean took one look at Gabriel and grinned.

 “You're actually going to be able to pass me the honey first try now.” He joked, taking his apron off, stepping forward to hug Sam before stopping, seeing Castiel.

 “Hello Dean.” was all Cas could stay before Dean grabbed him, hugging him as tight as he could.

 “Blue.” He snarled, kissing Castiel with a warm and open mouth, something Castiel couldn't refuse. Sam and Gabriel gave each other a knowing look, running up into Sam's bedroom.

Sam woke up every morning to a golden bedroom. No matter how early he would be woken up by the sun, he left the curtains open just so he could embrace the colour of the morning. His brother told him it was stupid, but Sam didn't care. He knew why he could finally see the light and

why he saw Dean drizzling the sugary liquid his pancakes on a Saturday morning made him smile, and he knew why he and Dean would sit in their living room every night sipping whiskey and watching movies with their better halves.

Gabriel.

[patroclus-menoitides]

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bittendean replied to your post “YOUR COLOURBLIND AU IS SO CUTE I CANT EVEN”

SCREAM YOURE ADORBLE BAE IM GLAD I MADE UR DAY ILY <33

IM NOT ADORABLE, YOU’RE ADORABLE!!! AND YES OMG YOU TOTALLY MADE MY DAY ILY2 YOU TEDDY BEAR

[kiillingboys]

i love it when alice sings 'waluigi' to 'hallelujah' in a deep, broken voice

[synergygabriel]

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