i love him so much

we all know who dean really is attracted to ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

Misha Collins’ smile post. Because everybody needs this in their life. 

...Constantine? ...I don't...

Tony, your 'glowing blue light' isn't angelic grace. And I didn't eat it. I absorbed it to regain my angelic status as I'm being hunted and without it, I'm at a disadvantage. Doing that, killing him...it's not something I'm proud of and I'd rather not discuss it.... Also, a happy meal sounds like something I would want to settle for. Does it release endorphins?

You and I are going to break the fourth wall for a second now, Constantine. You just slit a guy’s throat and absorbed some glowing blue light into your own body and while that looked pretty cool and I have no idea how you did that, I need to point out something.

I have my own glowing blue light- In simple terms at least because I want you to understand this reference— that keeps me alive. So please don’t slit my throat and try to steal it. It’s not food. Also I want to ask, why would you even eat it? I could get you food you know. I have money. Enough that you won’t even have to settle for a happy meal from McDonald’s!

So no touchy my glowing blue light and in return I’ll get you all the food you want.

9x23: Do You Believe In Miracles?

In which Gadreel is the angel that does not understand references… and Castiel is a show off.

The angel squinted at the show of power, gaze tracking the tendril of water as it slithered from the body of water to Ty. Soon, a soft smile curved up the corners of his lips. Humans never ceased to amaze him. Even this one would take his abilities and use it for good. And for some insane reason, the other angels couldn't see what he saw within humanity.

"It would make sense, if your powers manifested here, that it would be your strongest tie." He admitted, focus shifting towards the water. His grace didn't sense anything abnormal about it yet the mutation of Ty's DNA is what probably triggered the change, not the water itself. As much as he wants to test his theory, he's not going to be intrusive.

Well, not too intrusive.

"Was it around the event you call puberty? The hormonal changes within your body paired with the emotional spike might have aided the change within you." His head inclined slightly as he studied the one in front of him, wondering exactly lead to such an interesting change in Ty's DNA structure.

Frontlines || Castiel & Ty

For some reason, it seems like the other is miffed at something but he doesn't get the chance to ask or even answer the question about location just yet as Tony mentions someone approaching. Looking back over his shoulder, he knows immediately that the newcomer is an angel. After him? He's not quite sure just yet.

"Stay here." he murmurs to the human next to him as he takes a few wary steps towards the angel walking towards them.

"Castiel." his brother greets with a condescending smile. "I should have known you'd show up at the sign of a disaster. I'm surprised you didn't cause this one." The blonde tilts his head as he studies the fallen angel. "Or did you cause it?"

Castiel ignores the tone easily. It's not even close to an insult. "What do you want?" As he speaks, his hand slips back and he subtly draws his blade; keeping it out of view.

"I think you know that already. There's a bounty set for you, alive unfortunately." So set on mocking Castiel, his brother doesn't even notice. And as Castiel listens to the rant that follows those words, he has to make a decision. One he never even considered before.

It would be the ultimate act of falling, of losing everything he was. And it was a decision he didn't want to have to make in front of anyone else. The grip he has on his blade tightens slightly as he realizes, as usual, he doesn't have a choice.

"....I'm sorry." he interrupts his brother's tirade and brings the blade up, slicing through the skin of the vessel's throat. However he doesn't let the grace seep out. Instead, he draws the grace towards him.

For everything that was going on, he needed power. With Heaven after him and nobody to help him, he had to protect himself. That's what he had to convince himself as he let his brother's lifeless vessel fall to the snow.

The sensation within him is foreign yet familiar. Grace that isn't his yet still grace.

He would rather have his own.

The light that grows within him becomes blinding until it finally fades. It'll work. It takes him a moment to remember why he was out there in the first place and he turns to look over his shoulder at the figure within the suit and Castiel waits, wondering how the other will react.

Disassembled || {Tony Stark & Castiel}

Tony jumps at the gruff voice from beside him. Why didn’t J.A.R.V.I.S warn him~ wait, now he remembers. His head tilts back to look at the approaching hobo looking guy. Who probably was a groupie. Someone who would freak out when they saw him and demand an autograph. He hopes that if it’s true that the guy brought a pen. It was impossible to hide one in the suit. He waits for a reaction but it almost seems like the guy didn’t even know who he was. He’s almost insulted by it.

Then hoboman is reaching forward to touch him and saying something about helping him before he stops and looks at his hand like he expected it to do something. And Tony realizes he’s dealing with a crazy hobo~ which is the best kind really. “Okay well that was fun.” He reaches up and starts to do the manual removal of what’s left of his suit. “You got place?”

When the suit is off he jumps up and rubs at his arms briskly in a pathetic attempt to ward of the cold. “Where am I exactly?” He looks at Hoboman and that’s when he notices another approaching person who’s dressed much nicer than his current buddy is. “Looks like the townspeople are flocking to the excitement.”

'When you die and your soul comes to Heaven, find me. And tell me your story,'

Those words haunted him. Being human haunted him. The visions he had when he slept haunted him most of all. He was completely useless since his grace had been stolen and he had been cast from Heaven.

Currently Castiel stood at the window of an abandoned farm house he had found during his journey, staring out at the frozen landscape. A fire burned in the fireplace and there was a plate set aside with nothing but crumbs left. He had been lucky; whoever had lived here previously had left not only canned goods, but enough money to buy other supplies from the small town about a mile away. 

Azure eyes lifted towards the star-lit sky as a streak of flames caught his attention; brows furrowing in a mixture of confusion and concern. All the angels had already fallen... or so he thought. But as he watched, he realized that it wasn't a sibling. Whatever it was, was human- that much was obvious- but it a human in flying metal armor. Quickly he sprinted towards the door and raced into the night after the falling object, his curiosity piqued.

He emerges in a field moments later, yards away from the now crashed form. There's a faint robotic tone mentioning the need for rest before a delayed, slightly dazed, voice responds. Castiel started walking towards the human as his one-sided discussion ended. Instead of speaking up immediately to alert Tony to his presence, the angel's focus shifted over the debris and feeling of wonder washed over him. "You humans... you keep growing in ways I never even considered,"

Squinting, his head inclined as he studied the glowing piece on Tony's chest when he stepped up next to him. He could tell that it was actually a part of the human's chest and not just decoration. Yet he realized now was not the time for inspection; the human was injured. "Lay still, I can help," He leaned over and reached out with the intent to heal then faltered, his gaze falling to his hand.

He couldn't heal him... no grace meant no abilities.

It was then he noticed he was trembling slighly thought it took him a moment to figure out why. It was cold outside so he was cold- something that had never bothered him before. But if he was cold...his gaze shifted back to Tony. "We need to get out of the elements. Can you stand?"

Disassembled || {Tony Stark & Castiel}

A guttural groan of pain escaped Tony as his eyes opened to focus on the gray sky above him. He just lay there for a moment, trying to get his bearings before he rolled onto his side. He could faintly hear J.A.R.V.I.S asking if he was okay. The repeated question of “Sir? Sir?” didn’t really click together in his mind at the moment. “Sir I think I need to rest.” The system’s voice trailed off into silence that Tony didn’t register either.

Instead of answering right away he braced his hands on the ground and managed to push himself up to sitting and took stock of himself. His mask was partially destroyed which left his vision unblocked and he blinked slowly as he gazed around the area he had apparently landed in only to find himself alone in a snow covered field. Pieces of his suit lay strewn around him like a mini plane wreckage. Was there a battle he had been in?

“J.A.R.V.I.S what happened?” He questioned hazily. When no answer came he repeated the question. Great. His suit was off line and he was in the middle of nowhere with no real recollection of how he had gotten there. Short term memory loss? Probably. He knew who he was and he knew the suit he was wearing. So he was going from point ‘A’ to point ‘C’. All he needed was ‘B’. But first he needed to get out of the cold and rebuild his suit.

He shivered as he struggled to get out of the suit manually. He would freeze but he couldn’t move much when the systems were down. Then he would have to figure out which direction to go and try to find shelter. All of this would be so simple if he had help. “J.A.R.V.I.S come on. Don’t leave me buddy.” There was no response from the suit. “Fine. I can handle this. I got this. I’ve completely got this.” He’d get up and going in a moment. He just needed to gather some strength.

"When you're done with drawing the sigil, set your palm in the center of it to activate." Doing the action, nothing happened yet he didn't expect anything to. He was the only angel in the area and being as he was the one activating it, it wouldn't effect him.

"Every angel in the immediate radius will be effected and cast far away from the area- including myself. However you need to be prepared to do it when required. I will be fine as it wouldn't be the first time it's been used on me. Just be wary that you'll be on your own until I can return." Finished with his explanation, he cleaned the blood from his hand with a wave of grace. At the moment, the sigils were in place and there was really nothing to do but wait and see if his siblings returned.

"You mentioned your ties to this area. Does it enhance your abilities or is it a place to re-charge?" He inquired curiously. He hadn't had the chance to interact with a mutated human and he was curious to the gifts given to the one in front of him.

Frontlines || Castiel & Ty

"I also carved your ribs so you can make an escape undetected if needed. It's not just for protection here. It has no time limit... it won't disappear." The angel responded as he manifested his blade and held it up. "Regardless, the sigil. It has to be drawn in blood. Fresh. Most likely yours if you're alone."

He drew the blade lightly along his own palm, just enough to make it bleed. It wasn't that he was afraid of bleeding out. He was an angel, but he knew he needed to show restraint. Humans were strange creatures about such things as cutting too deep or not deep enough. Dismissing his weapon, he dragged his fingers from his other hand through the pooling liquid. "You can draw it anywhere." he noted as he started the circle part of it on the floor.

Quickly, and a bit carelessly since he'd been drawing these a lot recently, he completes the sigil as though he was just drawing a simple doodle and looked back at Ty. "...Did you catch it all? I can show you again if need be. You need to be precise with it. I know we're short on time, but this could save you when you need it."

Frontlines || Castiel & Ty

Intent azure eyes watched the scene in front of him with intense focus as the cupid made the match. A part of him ached at the thought of killing another sibling to close the gates of Heaven, especially one who had done nothing wrong... but he had to do what he had to do to make things right. Killing an innocent Nephilim hadn't stopped him before and this wouldn't stop him now.

With a nod at Dean's statement, Castiel stood up from his seat and followed Gail out through the back of the bar towards the dumpsters where she was going to dispose of some trash. His blade drops down into his hand and he grips it tightly as she tosses the crate into the trash and turns to come face-to-face with him.

"Castiel." She murmurs, gaze darting down o the blade in his hand.

"Gail." He took a step towards her. "I'm sorry. But I need your bow."

Cupid's Bow || Cas and Dean (Trial 2B)

At the spoken permission, Castiel reached out and braced his hand on Ty's chest, focusing his grace to inscribe a ward of protection onto the mutant's ribs. It takes less than a second, but he was sure there was a sharp pain felt by the other. "Angels won't be able to track you. Which includes me. You will have to call my name if you're ever in trouble or I can't help you." he informed the other as he moved away.

The information about Ty's powers manifesting here does make him glance around the area once more, but he can't sense anything in particular that seemed abnormal. Ty has a point. They have the chance to recover and plan their next move. "I need to put up more wards. Stronger wards. Is this a place that you can... recharge?" he's not sure if that's the correct statement to use. "I can heal you if you need it." Even as he speaks, he's formulating a plan. Heaven was determined to end him once and for all. He had to be one step ahead of them. "And I should teach you the banishing sigil in case you need to use it. Unless you would prefer to just leave. It's still an option at this point."

Frontlines || Castiel & Ty

Castiel + sass

Gazing up at the sign of the bar, Castiel couldn't help but wonder if it had been a wise decision to call Dean. He wasn't even sure why he had done so, if he were honest with himself. And trying to think of a reason only lead him in circles.

The trial with the Nephilim had thrown him off a bit. The idea that a sacrifice of a living creatures was needed to seal Heaven shouldn't be a surprising concept considering how many blood had been shed in his Father's name. The familiar roar of the Impala caught his attention and, instead of waiting, he unfurled his wings and disappeared inside at the bar.

It was empty except for a burly trucker sitting at one end of the bar, taking leisurely sips of his beer as he watched a hunting program. Castiel looked away, staring at the table until he senses another slide into the seat next to him. "Dean." He greeted almost absently. He doesn't answer the questions with small talk, it's not as though it's a comfortable occasion. It never is anymore.

Instead, leaning forward against the bar, he gave a slight tilt of his head to the only other patrons. His target had just emerged from the back kitchen and was currently standing next to the trucker, talking with him animatedly. He knew her. Gail. She was one who was proud of her work. One who took pride in bringing soul mates together.

And he was going to kill her for her bow.

He watched as she turned at disappeared through the door to the kitchen as the trucker's attention turned back to the television once more. "We have to wait for the match to happen. Only then will the bow become visible."

Cupid's Bow || Cas and Dean (Trial 2B)

Cas closes heaven, Sammy closes hell, and all these pricks leave us alone. Hell yeah, sounds like a deal. Cas had called him to tell him about his own little trials, graced to him by the Metatron- who had been disappeared. He needed the hunter’s help, and given the last time they’d encountered a creature like that…

A cupid. Naked hugs and no personal space. Going to be a real treat. 

The angel had given him the name of the bar, and as he pulled into the parking space he gave the building a once-over. It wasn’t a chain; seemed local, run by a local business owner, and right now there was only one other car in the lot. Dean shut off the Impala’s engine and sat a moment, listening to her rumble into silence.

Cas… 

He hadn’t seen him in a while. Only once or twice since getting topside, and they hadn’t talked much. Dean wasn’t exactly ready to talk. Not about Purgatory, not about his failures, and not about Benny. It still hurt, somehow. 

Cas, buddy, I need you. 

And he had. He did. But it wasn’t the same. It couldn’t be.

Dean sighed and headed inside, taking a seat beside the familiar vessel Cas had worn since they first officially met. “Hey Cas,�� he said quietly, turning his eyes to the television over the bar. “What’s up? Any sign of it?” There was another man at the other end, watching the hunting program with interest.

For a long moment, Castiel just watches the emotions play across Crowley's face. Rage, hatred, and numerous others until suddenly the demon's face just... goes neutral. That leads to some concern with Castiel silently wondering what will happen next... then Crowley's expression changes to one akin to devastation as the demon snaps that Castiel hadn't been listening either.

Azure eyes narrow with confusion as Crowley turns away from him yet there is nothing he can do at the moment and he has already said his piece. It's all very confusing. Which is actually very frustrating for the angel yet before he can ask for clarification, the chains around him disappear; allowing him to drop to his feet and hands. The loud clang of metal hitting something catches his attention and he lifts his head to see his blade resting on the ground as well.

This is even more confusing than before. Pushing himself up to standing, Castiel walks over and picks up the blade. He's not quite sure what just happened, but all that matters is that he's free. With a flutter of wings, he disappears from the restaurant in hopes of finding a secure place to recover.

Supreme Nothing || Crowley & Castiel

Crowley stares at Castiel as he says all of this, and he has A Moment.

http://www.mspaintadventures.com/?s=6&p=004526

There is a particular scene from a webcomic the narrator would like to draw attention to. A young alien watches a human’s time line. The human lives in a pleasant neighborhood, suburban. The grey-faced and horned alien, named Karkat can see his life happening from his computer, and his face turns to disgust when he first lays eyes on the human, whose name is John.

John lives his life, he is happy and content. He plays with his father and bakes cakes and learns to play magic tricks, and eventually grows to be a great hero of a race of salamanders. The more of it Karkat sees, the more he is disgusted and aghast. Karkat realizes that he holds a great deal of romantic hatred for this human. Unfortunately for Karkat, John can not return the feeling as humans do not feel romantic hatred.

So it is with demons and angels.

Crowley stares at Castiel with the same kind of boggle-eyed expression that Karkat has at the end of the video. He floats away, unchained, into a sea of romantic hatred. The emotion is overwhelming. He’s never hated anyone or anything as much as he hates Castiel, in this moment, right here, right now.

Backstabbing, bigoted, deal-breaking, pig-headed, self-righteous, unrelentingly unforgiving Castiel. Crowley has no idea how long he’s felt this way, but it’s undeniable now. He is deep in the throes of passionate loathing. He is fully aware that he is on what is narratively considered the “dark” side; he is the Moriarty to Castiel’s Holmes, the Loki to his Thor, the murderous and bloodthirsty Gamzee to Castiel’s justice and truth seeking Terezi.

And what was worse, for all he might seek compassion and mercy, he didn’t truly care about it. He continues to refuse to listen to the voice of one of the oppressed, and continues to try to derail the conversation into justifications for Castiel’s actions. Crowley has never hated anyone this much in his life, and it shows on his face, which twists with the kind of disgust, anger, and contempt that would make a spruce tree shrivel and die.

“You’re not bloody listening to me either!” He spits, anger forcing his hands to clench, his emotions boiling over in the way his knife shakes in his hand. He feels the first frustrated tears spilling up into his eyes and he turns away, grabbing over and over at the blade of the knife in his hands.

And then his morality nudges him. He can not take his temper out on someone he is attracted to without first having negotiated the relationship. His back still turned to Castiel, his face drops into his hand as he realizes that there was no way Castiel would ever return his feelings, and that it was immoral for him to continue with his intended course of action.

Castiel’s angel blade drops to the floor of the restaurant. Castiel’s chains break, letting Castiel go free, and Crowley vanishes.

An exasperated sigh escapes Castiel's lips as he listens to Crowley's tirade. "You aren't even listening to a word I say, are you? Why should I protect you? Why should I do anything for you? Angels are not your saviors or protectors, is that such a difficult concept to grasp? We watch over humanity but the angel's main focus, for millions of years, has been the war between Heaven and Hell. Humans are caught in the middle of it, but even you realize that now. So why, when demons have been my rivals for millions of years, are you surprised I don't trust you? And honestly, I doubt you ever trusted angels. You don't get to berate me for doing exactly what you have done just because it's you."

Closing his eyes for a moment, he once more shifts within the chains but as usual, they didn't give. His eyes open to focus on Crowley once more. "...I haven't seen a reason to consider you anything else other than my enemy. As you said, you look out for you. It's the reason you tried to make an agreement in the first place with me. Which means if something caught your attention to benefit you, you'd turn on me just as quickly as I turned on you. It's logical and survivalist to distrust you. We are two different sides of the same coin after all." That last statement was made reluctantly. Dismissing it, he glance up at the other with a look of disbelief.

"You just stated that angels have 'screwed' you over completely and now you state that you're not blaming anyone. You're blaming me for not saving you as though I'm responsible for every decision you made in your human life. If you have issue with the life cards you were dealt, then take it up with God. He's the one that created you, angels, and everything in exsistance." Granted, Castiel had a few misgivings against his Father, but that wasn't his main concern at this point. He could take responsibility for his own mistakes and choices. He just couldn't understand why his Father had given up on them to the point of ignoring his children's cries for help. "My concern isn't what you want, I'm not sure why you don't understand that. My concern is saving humanity and when I 'backstabbed you', I was considering the implications of letting the self-proclaimed King of Hell take on half of the souls. Even if you were the only option I had at the time to stop Raphael, it didn't mean I had to enjoy it."

At the mention of Lucifer, Castiel's glare sharpens slightly. "Considering you have me chained within a restaurant, I believe your priorities are out of order. If you insist on discussing Lucifer, perhaps you'd consider release me instead of continuing this method of conversation."

Supreme Nothing || Crowley & Castiel

Crowley shakes his head, staring right back into Castiel’s eyes.

“That’s not what I mean. That’s not the kind of saving I mean. What I’m talking about, is, if you’re not going to protect me, then stay the fuck out of my way while I protect myself. I have been fucked over quite enough, thank you, and god damn nobody, not a single angel has ever stood up for us, the humans souls arguably the most screwed over by your esteemed sibling. I lost a game that was rigged since before I was born and then I find out my afterlife is being consigned to the darkness where there is wailing and gnashing of teeth, and then on top of that the ones who made a big deal out of being my species’ shepherds have decided that somewhere along the line of my punishment, I’ve become the enemy? How the fuck does that work? And if you try to say ineffability I’ll gut you right now, mark my words.”

His temper rises and he starts shouting a bit as he says this.

“What I’m trying to say is, I am the only one who has ever reliably given a single fuck about me, and don’t you dare try to tell me that I’m wrong for trying to protect myself when nobody more powerful than me has ever lifted even a finger to do it. And if you’ve decided that I am an enemy, then an enemy you shall have.”

He picks the knife up again and looks at it, then at Castiel again, keeping eye contact with him unflinchingly, but not in an inhuman way, like a shark might keep the gaze of its prey. It’s more like a sheep who’s lost its flock. He’s hungry and cold and tired and in pain and the most he can do is try to get those needs met.

“As for blaming the world. You misunderstand me. I’m angry at a set of beings whose incompetence at their job has led to my pain, and then who on top of that have decided to make it even more difficult for me to take care of myself when they decided not to. I’m not claiming that you or anyone else has some kind of responsibility to make everything better for me. My point is that my life is hard enough as it is without you backstabbing me when I’m trying to make things easier for everyone and protect myself. And if I enjoy sitting on my throne, it’s because I noticed a few hundred years ago that it was always the ones who were in charge who were safe and cared about. Why shouldn’t I try to defend myself and care for myself? And yeah, you’re right, maybe I do enjoy the power. But why shouldn’t I have something nice, that I like, for a change?”

He’s repeated himself a bit obsessively a few times here, but he neither notices not cares.  

"God damn it all, though. Lucifer has us so god damn twisted around that we’re fighting each other instead of him. Probably laughing in his cage as we speak, at his manipulations staying as powerful as they ever were even when he’s gone. And I’ve only just started sorting out this entire bloody mess." He puts a hand through his hair distractedly. "What the fuck are we going to do?”