#sam also like 'yep that's a whole entire axe and i feel Threatened'
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
Sam: wow they survived, maybe we'll get a new runner š
Sam: oh god oh fuck what is tHaT
Five, covered in sweat and dirt, probably half feral at this point:
#shitpost#zr#zombies run#zombiesrun#runnerfive#runner5#runner five#runner 5#my runner five#my runner 5#she straight up vibes through the gates like#A T L E A S T 50 pounds of gear on her#probably more bc we all know she collected shit and shoved it into her bag#which btw is based on the 50 pound massive fucking bag i carried up the hill#sam is like 'jesus fuck if that Thing can run that fast with all that shit Imagine them without'#sam also like 'yep that's a whole entire axe and i feel Threatened'#thanks that anon for putting this thought in my head lmaoo#my art#also it sucks bc i literally sketched this shit in like 10 minutes bc i didn't want to draw lmaooooo#I'll draw something better later i promise
38 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
āHeartbreak Can Be Fixedā
Destiel Prompt Thing.
I found this awesome prompt when going through my home page so I thought Iād give it a shot!
This was a dialogue prompt, the dialogue was the first line and that prompt was fantastic. You can find the blogger who made it here: promptdumpster.
Hereās a quick warning for angst. Lots of angst. Also, this is an AU kind of thing so yep. There are a few injuries and things sustained in this, so reader discretion is advised!
The word count for this bad boy is 3,718.Ā
PS: Heartbreak Can Be Fixed is the name of this prompt-fic thingy.Ā
ā
ā
āYou are the most stupid man I have ever laid my eyes on! And I have seen my fair share!ā Cass shouts at him, pure rage in those captivating blue eyes.Ā āI told you it was a freakinā misunderstanding, Cass! What else can I say?!ā Dean shouts back. This whole thing is ridiculous.
āSo what, you just tripped and somehow you were all over Anna? Iām not a fool, Dean!ā Cass is pacing around their kitchen as he yells, the bowls and measuring cups from when Cass was making dinner are still out. He mustāve abandoned his dinner plans when he got the call.Ā
āMeg told me what happened,ā Cass says, crossing his arms as if to protect himself from the world. As if to protect himself from Dean. It stings.Ā āShe didnāt actually see what went down, did she?ā Deanās words are phrased like a question but said like a statement.
āShe saw enough, Dean!ā Cassās already gravelly voice is breaking with desperation.Ā āYouāre an idiot!ā Cass yells and Dean can see the beginnings of tears in those blue depths that he fell in love with.
āCass, nothing happened, I swear!ā Dean says, stepping towards his boyfriend but Cass takes a step back and throws his hands out. Heās warning Dean not to come any closer. Dean feels like heās been hit by a semi. The pain in his chest threatens to overcome him.
āAnna just needed some help getting something from the top shelf, she was on a stool, she fell and I caught her! Nothing else happened, Cass!ā Dean says, pleading with Cass to understand.Ā āMeg said she saw you two kissing, Dean,ā Cass says in a quiet, heartbroken voice that makes Dean want to wrap him in his arms.
āShe saw something else, Cass, I swear,ā Dean says, forcing himself to stare right into Cassās eyes and when he does, he sees the pain, the heartbreak, the absolute despair in those eyes that have been so alight with humor and kindness since the day he met the man in front of him.
He canāt believe heās the one to make them lose that light.
Suddenly, Cass pushes past him, out of the kitchen and into the front hall. Dean takes off like a shot behind him.Ā āWhereāre you going?ā Dean calls after him. Cass stands in the main hall, grabs his coat from the hanger by the door and grabs his keys.
āIām going to stay with Gabriel,ā Cass says matter-of-factly. Cassās back is to him still.Ā āIāll be back to pick up my stuff tomorrow. Itād be best if you werenāt here.ā Cassās words break his heart, he feels like he canāt breathe.Ā āCass, we can work this out, you have to know that I wouldnāt ever do that you.ā He begs.
Cass turns slowly and his eyesā¦ God, thereās no emotion left.Ā āI donāt believe you,ā Cass whispers and suddenly, in the blink of an eye, heās out the door, leaving Dean to collapse on the floor and finally, the tears start flowing.
ā
Castiel slams the door behind him, one last spark of energy before it disappears entirely. He still canāt believe that Dean would do that to him, after everything theyāve been through. He canāt believe that Dean would just end it like that! Well, he supposes heās the one who ended it but his boyfriend - ex? - gave him little choice in the matter.
He knows that they should work it out, after all, what if Meg really is wrong? What if Dean was telling the truth and heās just to overwhelmed by emotions to see that? Either way, he knows one thing for certain; he canāt be here right now.
He takes off down the stairs of their apartment building. Why bother with the elevator? And when he reaches the lobby, he steps out into the freezing winter air.Ā
Lawrence, Kansas, is nice in the winter, snowy and somewhat stormy but he likes that aspect. Usually. Right now, however, he just wants to get the hell away from Dean Winchester and the thoughts of him and Annaā¦Ā
He shakes his head and takes off towards his 1987 Lincoln Continental. He loves this car, perhaps not as much as Dean loves his ImpalaĀ āBabyā as heās called it since before they met, though, Castiel himself has monikered his carĀ āGraceā for no particular reason, he supposes, but perhaps itās an ode to his religious family.
Not that Castiel is really in touch with them anymore. Well, all of them except for Gabriel. His two older brothers, Lucifer and Michael are massive, well, as Dean would say, dicks. They constantly fight and itās only gotten worse since their fatherās death.
At least, thatās what heās been told by Inias. Seeing as both Castiel and Gabriel took off at the first chance they got, neither of them have had much contact with their family but Inias is one of the only brothers that he can tolerate, other than Gabriel.
He quickly unlocks his car and gets in, sliding the keys into the ignition and starting the car before Dean can come after him. If Dean is coming after him. He canāt fathom why Dean would do anything with Anna but sometimes Dean Winchester can be an impulsive, bull-headed fool.
Castiel doesnāt know if they can fix this. Obviously, he wants to have a little space and time to think things over and then maybe, just maybe, they could talk it out and see if it can be fixed.
He loves Dean, he really does, with all of his - currently shattered - heart but heās not sure if they can bounce back from this. Especially not if Meg was telling the truth. He hopes she wasnāt. He prays to God that she was wrong butā¦ A nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach says otherwise.
He pulls out onto the road in front of the apartment building and drives in the direction of Gabrielās apartment. He doesnāt look back until the building disappears from his rearview mirror.
The roads are icy this evening. They have a tendency to get this way during the winter so Castiel tries to walk more. People are rather foolish if they donāt handle ice on a regular basis and thereās an uptick in automobile related accidents, however, everyone in Lawrence is careful, unlike in other cities heās been in over the course of his travels.
Heās a lawyer so he used to travel quite a bit for his firm. Not all firms have their lawyers travel as much but people from all over the world would pay for their services and in turn, Castielās services.
Thatās how he met Dean in the first place. He was working a case in California, it was a relatively high-profile case because the defendant was a man of importance in Los Angelos and he was accused of sexually assaulting women then blackmailing them.
He swears, some of the scum heās defended. That was when he met Sam Winchester, a prosecutor with an axe to grind. Sam despised the defendant and frankly, Castiel agreed.
Eventually, the man was convicted and sentenced to twenty-five years in prison. Castiel thought he should have gotten more but that was the sentencing. After the trial, he met Sam a few more times and eventually they became friends when Castiel was stationed in California for a bit longer on another case.
Castiel met Samās brother Dean while Dean was visiting him. They met and after some time, they fell in love, even though Dean wasnāt out of the closet then. Dean had been visiting Sam for two months and at the end of that time, when back to Lawrence.
Castiel and Dean started dating - in secret - after a month of his visit to Sam and continued dating even after Dean went back and eventually, Castiel decided to quit the job at his old law firm and start one in Lawrence with his brother Gabriel.
It had always been a dream of his and with Dean, well he couldnāt see a reason not to. He loves Dean and now that heās slightly calmer, he realizes that Meg mustāve been wrong. He and Dean have far too much history for Dean to ever do something like that.
He should turn around and sort things out with Dean, so, when he comes to the next light, he decides to make a U-turn, heās only a couple of blocks away from Gabrielās apartment now, but he needs to talk with Dean.
As he is halfway through the turn a car speeds through the intersection and suddenly, everything is in slow motion as he watches the other car hurtle towards him. His last coherent thought is to cover his head and then everything goes black.
ā
He doesnāt know how long heās been sitting on the floor, his back to the door that Cass slammed. He cried until there were no tears left to cry and has been sitting in a kind of haze since. He wants to get up and get a drink. He wants to drink until he forgets everything that happened.
It really was just a stupid misunderstanding and right now he wants to kill that bitch Meg for lying to Cass! Heās always known of her conniving behavior towards his boyfriend but this is something new.
He wished Bobby had never hired her to handle the PR side of things. Bobby sucks at that shit so he needed someone, but why her? The second she met Cass she was all over him, in fact, Dean would bet good money that right now sheās playing all sweet and apologeticĀ āOh, Cass, Iām so sorry that Dean would do that you, blah, blah, blahā.
He clenches his fist. There is the possibility that she thought something happened but knowing Meg? Sheās a stone cold bitch and why Cass is trusting her is baffling enough.
God, he hates this whole situation. He wishes that Cass would just come back but he knows that his boyfriend - hopefully not ex - needs time to cool off and once heās had that, they can talk, but stillā¦ Deanās worried. Theyāve never gotten in a fight like this beforeā¦
Heās not sure whatās going to happen and even though he loves Cass, he knows about Cassās worries. Heās had them since the moment they met. The guy is basically an angel in human form and yet he thinks heās not the best damn thing thatās ever happened to Dean.
His self-awareness needs work. God, Dean just hopes heāll come back. Even if he was the least self-aware person in the world, Dean would still love his stupid ass until they both ended up six feet under.
He sits on the floor a little longer before standing. His legs are wobbly and his right foot fell asleep because of his lack of movement. He drags himself to their bedroom.
Everything is clean. Cass isnāt the type to throw someoneās stuff all over the floor and break vases. No, Cass is the type who would leave everything completely organized so the could come to get it later.
He realizes with a painful jolt that thereās already a suitcase open and waiting on the floor. This is really happening. He takes deep breathes, trying to remind himself that once they talk this all out, everything will be okay. Please let everything be okay.
He collapses in bed and suddenly, the exhaustion from the day sinks in and he drifts off to sleep.
ā
He wakes up to the seemingly ear-splitting sound of a ringing phone. Why the hell is his phone ringing? Heās about to nudge Cass to answer it but then he realizes Cass isnāt there.
He looks out the window and realizes itās still the middle of the night. Who would be calling at this godforsaken hour? His heart is in his throat when he realizes that it might be Cass calling to say heās coming back orā¦ Or he doesnāt know but he fumbles to pick the phone up.
He reads the caller ID and his heart sinks. Itās Gabriel. Heās about to get a fucking big bro lecture that he does not need at this hour of the night - morning? - and he would let it ring and not answer it, but something inside him pushes him to answer.
āWhat, Gabriel? If youāre going to go on some dumb rant I am not in the mood to hear-ā Dean begins to say but Gabriel cuts him off.Ā āDean. Get the fuck over to the Lawrence Memorial Hospital,ā Gabriel says, his voice hard and stressed.
āWhy? Is everything okay?ā Dean asks, a nagging feeling spawning in the pit of his stomach with every word Gabriel says. Gabriel didnāt call him Deano, something is seriously wrong. āItās Cassie, Dean,ā Gabriel says and suddenly, the world fades into static around him. He canāt breathe. Cass.Ā
ā
His hands shake as he bolts straight out of bed to grab his jacket and keys. Heās grateful for the fact that he fell asleep in his clothes. Gabrielās words echo in his head as he bolts down the stairs into the lobby.
Itās Cassie. Get the fuck over here. Itās Cassie. Lawrence Memorial. He canāt seem to quiet the words so he focuses on running to his Baby, both them. How he gets into his Impala and onto the road is a haze of panic.
The entire drive is Gabrielās words and his and Cassās fight from earlier on repeat. Itās like a Greatest Hits of shit in his head right now. He canāt completely focus on the road. The icy nature of it means he could easily crash right now but somehow he makes it to the hospital in one piece.
He rushes in through the doors and is immediately wrapped into a bear hug by none other than Gabriel.Ā āIām glad youāre here, Dean,ā Gabriel mutters before releasing him. Gabriel looks exhausted.
āWhere is he?ā Dean asks, his voice comes out like a broken croak of desperation.Ā āSurgery,ā Gabriel answers.Ā āWhat happened?ā Dean asks, all but begging Gabriel to give him something.Ā āHe, um, he got into a car crash,ā Gabriel says, tilting his head up to look at the ceiling.
āFrom what Iāve figured out it seems like it was a drunk asshole or someone who doesnāt know how to fucking drive in the snow. The driver probably didnāt realize how slick the fucking ice was and thenā¦ā Gabriel trails off.
Dean feels a hot flash of anger in his chest.Ā āWhere is this jackass?! I swear to God if Cass dies Iāll kill him!ā Dean all but yells.Ā āLooks like God already did it for ya, Deano,ā Gabriel says and gives him a weak smile.
āThere were two women and a man in the car with him. One of the women made it out with minor injuries and the other two have more serious injuries but nothing they canāt recover from,ā Gabriel says, looking anywhere but at Dean.
āHow do you know all of this?ā Dean asks, trying to calm his breathing and not think about how Cass, the love of his goddamn life, might be dying on a table somewhere in the hospital where he is just out of Deanās reach.Ā āOne of the nurses took pity on me,ā Gabriel says.
āHow long have you been here?ā Dean asks.Ā āLong enough to get some shitty hospital coffee,ā Gabriel says, motioning to the coffee cup abandoned on the seat behind him. At the expression on Deanās face, an expression that clearly states that heās not in the mood for Gabrielās bullshit right now, Gabriel folds.
āAbout thirty minutes.ā Dean balks.Ā āThirty minutes? When did you call me?ā Dean asks, staring at the much shorter man with, what he hopes, is a firelike rage in his eyes.Ā āAs soon as I got here,ā Gabriel says as if heās offended by the implication.
āDeano, as much as we may argue, Cassie loves you and Iām not enough of a dickhead to not let you see him when heās in the goddamn hospital,ā Gabriel says.Ā āSo youāre admitting that you are, at least partially, a dickhead?ā Itās not really a question anymore, more of a statement.
āYou know, itās a wondrous thing, the fact that you got Cassie to love you even with all of your aching stupidity,ā Gabriel says, busting out the big boy words.Ā āThanks, Gabe, glad weāre friends too,ā Dean says and then, silence falls.
After a few moments, Dean takes a deep breath.Ā āWhat do we do now?ā Dean asks, biting down on his lower lip to calm himself. The moment of laughter in his panic was nice but now everything is replaced with an aching sense of worry.Ā āWe wait and pray to whatever God is out there that Cassie comes back to us.ā
ā
The first time he wakes up, everything is quiet. Strangely quiet. He tries to open his eyes but when he does all he sees is a bunch of doctors and nurses running around and a blinding light above him. Heās on some sort of moving tableā¦ A stretcher, perhaps.
Everyone around him seems to be panicking. Why are they so worried? Castiel wonders. Everything seems so peaceful with no sound. He canāt fathom why anyone would feel panic in this situation.
Then, the pain hits him and he sinks back into unconsciousness.Ā
ā
Ā The second time he wakes up he registers the pain immediately, however, this time he doesnāt black out. He forces his eyes to open. Heās in a hospital room. Panic sets in. What happened? He tries to focus and remember whatās going on but itās difficult.
Suddenly, he remembers with a gasp. Dean. Castiel himself was hit by a car while going to Dean. He feverishly looks around the room until his eyes fall on a certain someone fast asleep in a chair by his bed.
Deanās head is resting on the bed by his legs. He gently moves them so as not to disturb him. Castiel feels a sense of fondness wash over him because Dean is right here, beside him, like always.
How could he have ever doubted that? And with that thought in mind, he drifts off to sleep once more.
ā
The third time he wakes up, he hears crying. His eyes fly open only to see a disheveled Dean Winchester, still by the foot of his bed, even though it must have been hours since he last woke up.
Dean is crying with his face buried in the blankets of Castielās bed.Ā āIām sorry,ā Dean says with a sob. Castiel, despite the ache in his bones, reaches down and runs his fingers through Deanās hair.Ā āItās okay,ā Castiel manages to mutter just before Dean all but jumps out of his skin.
āCass?ā Dean says, raising his head to look at him. Dean sounds so broken and tired. His beautiful green eyes are red and puffy. His cheeks are tear-stained and he looks like he hasnāt slept in days.
āHello, Dean,ā Castiel says, even though it sends bolts of pain through his throat.Ā āThank God,ā Dean says, quickly raising his hand to paw at his wet cheeks.Ā āIām sorry, I know you must hate me right now butā¦ā Dean trails off, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
āWhy on Earth would I hate you, Dean?ā Castiel asks. Pain be damned.Ā āBecause, well, Iā¦ Waitā¦ You donāt, um, hate me?ā Dean asks and the vulnerability in his eyes is a rare sight. Dean doesnāt like to feel vulnerable, Castiel knows that.
āOf course I donāt. I was coming back to talk you,ā Castiel says, reaching to take Deanās hand.Ā āBut itās my fault that you were even on the road! Iām sorry. I should go,ā Dean says, making a move to stand up but despite every part of his body objecting, Castiel manages to wrench Dean closer to him with the grip on his hand.
āItās not your fault. I shouldnāt have left, Dean, stop taking all the blame, beloved,ā Castiel says. He doesnāt care about Dean and Anna, he knows now that Dean would never do that and even if he did, Castiel doesnāt believe it.
āBeloved? Cass, you were ready to walk out the door, what changed?ā Dean asks.Ā āI wasnāt even truly ready to leave you. Have more faith in me, beloved,ā Castiel says, rolling his eyes.
āSon of a bitch,ā Dean says with mock-anger, but Castiel knows him too well, he knows heās not really angry.Ā āI believe you, Dean, and a near-death experience kind of puts things in perspective. I trust you,ā Castiel says and he knows his trust isnāt misplaced. Dean Winchester is a good man and that is the only thing Castiel knows for certain.
Deanās eyes are shining with an indiscernible emotion.Ā āI love you, Dean,ā Castiel says, his hand wrapping tighter around Deanās.Ā āI love you too, angel,ā Dean replies, coming in close to press a kiss to the top of his head.
āWhereās Gabriel?ā Castiel asks.Ā āHeās out getting some better goddamn coffee,ā Dean says with a watery laugh.Ā āHow long have you been up, Dean?ā Castiel asks, examining the face of his beloved.
āThree days,ā Dean says. Castiel bolts straight up, ignoring the flash of pain.Ā āEasy! Youāll rip your stitches!ā Dean says, putting a hand on his shoulder.Ā āIāve been here for three days and you havenāt slept at all?!ā Dean balks.Ā āI, uh, I got some sleep,ā Dean says.
āDonāt lie to me, Dean Winchester,ā Castiel says, staring him down. Suddenly, thereās a laugh from the door.Ā āAww, you guys are totally adorbs! When did you guys get married?ā A nurse with red-hair says. A nametag on her scrubs informs him that her name is Charlie.
Dean blushes a deep shade of red and before he can stammer out a response Castiel responds for him with a wicked grin.Ā āHopefully, weāll be getting married soon,ā Castiel says and Dean looks back at him, the blush still tinting his cheeks and ears.
āSay what?ā Dean asks. His eyebrows are almost in his hair.Ā āWhat do you say, beloved, want to get married?ā Dean smiles, even though the blush intensifies.Ā āSure, angel.ā
Thank you all for reading! I quickly wanted to say that no, Dean was not cheating on Cass. Meg was just being a meanie. I also wanted to say that I donāt hate Meg, in fact, I love her dearly, but I needed a villain and not that many ladies are into our beloved Castiel (even though they should be because heās adorable).
This was a really fun prompt to write and Iām hoping to do more in the future! :)
#destiel fic#destiel#writing prompts#prompt fic#deancas#dean winchester#castiel#sam winchester#sam is a prosecutor#dean is a mechanic#cass is a lawyer#domestic au#heartbreak#breakup#accused of cheating#meg is into cass#established relationship#dean and cass are boyfriends#supernatural#supernatural fanfiction
25 notes
Ā·
View notes