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@rediscoveredfaith
this is an independent canon-divergent CASTIEL roleplay blog from cw’s SUPERNATURAL. written by thursday. 26 years old. she/her/hers. dark / nsfw themes present. will attempt to tag to the best of my ability. duplicate, multi-muse, multi-verse, and oc-friendly. MUTUAL-EXCLUSIVE. can write between season 1 - 15, but prefers the aesthetic of season 1 - 5 with some of the themes of the later seasons.
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Anonymous asked: "May I touch your wings?"
“No.”
@mastirs said: Power dives up onto his shoulders clamping her thighs around his neck “keep calling me short and I’ll grip tighter”
Castiel took a casual step back to maintain the balance of his vessel and lifted one hand to the small of her back to support her. His other hand curved around one of her thighs to hold her steady where she sat, legs draped over his shoulders. He blinked once up at her. “You are beautiful.” He said in his quiet, serious way.
𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
↬ THE LANGUAGE OF THORNS, midnight tales and dangerous magic. ( 2017 ) by leigh bardugo.
sentences taken from or inspired by the collection’s dialogue & narration.
+ feel free to change pronouns !
i. AYAMA AND THE THORN WOOD.
‘ love speaks in flowers. truth requires thorns. ’
‘ we all know the story of how the queen becomes a queen. ’
‘ we should leave this place. ’
‘ no doubt it will come and devour us all. ’
‘ the beast will laugh you right out of the wild lands. ’
‘ you know how the stories go. interesting things happen only to pretty girls. ’
‘ is the wood much worse than a garden overgrown with pricklers ? ’
‘ stupid girl ! do you wish to become a monster ? ’
‘ strike me. cleave me in two. ’
‘ you’re as thorny as the wood. ’
‘ there is but one rule in my wood. speak truth. ’
‘ perhaps you might show mercy freely. ’
‘ just eat a bit of the sun to fill the sky, and you will feel empty no longer. ’
‘ what nonsense ! of course that’s not how the story ends. ’
‘ some people are born with a piece of night inside, and that hollow place can never be filled. ’
‘ what do i care for winter ? no season touches this wood. ’
‘ you know the only bargain i will make. ’
‘ sometimes the unseen is not to be feared and those that are meant to love us most are not always the ones that do. ’
‘ bad fates do not always follow those that deserve them. ’
‘ no prince is worth your life. ’
‘ are you so eager to be eaten ? ’
‘ they have told me to return with your heart. ’
‘ you think to love a monster ? ’
‘ a man like you is owed no words. ’
ii. THE TOO CLEVER FOX.
‘ you are doomed to a miserable life. ’
‘ better to be hungry now than to be sorry later. ’
‘ what will everyone say when they see such a face ? ’
‘ we have not gone so soft as that. ’
‘ you think that we will let you live on foolish promises ? ’
‘ you have bested me. that much is clear. ’
‘ will you not free me ? ’
‘ you will have a fine time of it, i can tell you. ’
‘ i can bear ugliness. i find the one thing i cannot live with is death. ’
‘ if you will only cease your talking, i will gladly go. ’
‘ where he went, he bled the woods dry. ’
‘ what’s a bit more blood ? ’
‘ you should leave this place. you are not safe here. ’
‘ with such big eyes, i think you see too much. ’
‘ will you not tell me what troubles you ? ’
‘ why do you stay with him ? you’re pretty enough to catch a husband. ’
‘ just because you escape one trap, doesn’t mean you will escape the next. ’
‘ first i must find my courage. ’
‘ few can resist the sight of a pretty girl crying. ’
‘ the trap is loneliness, and no one escapes it. not even me. ’
‘ in the wood, even songbirds must be survivors. ’
iii. THE WITCH OF DUVA.
‘ there was a time when the wood ate girls. ’
‘ be back before dark. the trees are hungry tonight. ’
‘ who can say what shapes an appetite ? ’
‘ this is my home, you can’t just send me away. ’
‘ don’t be foolish. there’s plenty of light. ’
‘ well then, come help me stir the pot. ’
‘ i will warn you just this once. go. ’
‘ you cannot come and go from this place like you’re fetching water from a well. ’
‘ hope made me stubborn. ’
‘ stay there and keep quiet. i don’t need rumors that i’ve been taking girls. ’
‘ i will not have you bring a monster to my door. ’
‘ you know that you are welcome to remain here with me. ’
‘ i will follow her. i will peck out her eyes. ’
‘ believe me. say you believe me. ’
‘ dark things have a way of slipping through narrow spaces. ’
iv. LITTLE KNIFE.
‘ it is dangerous to travel the northern road with a troubled heart. ’
‘ if you are lost in your own thoughts, you may find yourself stepping off the path and into the dark woods. ’
‘ she was beautiful from the moment of her birth. ’
‘ why must i be the one to hide ? ’
‘ do you think i am so foolish or so cruel ? ’
‘ water only wants direction. it wants to be told what to do. ’
‘ always you have done my bidding, but what good are you to me now ? ’
‘ soon i will be very rich, but will i have a good man ? ’
‘ that is a question for the river. ’
‘ your tongue is not fit for my true name. ’
‘ will you come with me, and be bride to nothing but the shore ? ’
‘ she was terrifying in her beauty, bright like a devouring star. ’
‘ remember that to use a thing is not to own it. ’
‘ should you ever take a bride, listen closely to her questions. ’
v. THE SOLDIER PRINCE.
‘ this is the problem with even lesser demons. they come to your door in velvet coats and polished shoes. ’
‘ you will find great love and more gold than you could wish for. ’
‘ he’s a charming fellow, but most unusual, and peculiarities seem to follow him. ’
’ it seemed harmless at the time. ’
‘ he needed a girl, still malleable, one that he could make admire him. ’
‘ this is pleasant. this is enough. ’
‘ are you my soldier ? are you my prince ? ’
‘ i have not come to fight, only to talk. ’
‘ wanting is why people get up in the morning. it gives them something to dream of at night. ’
‘ i am perfectly real. ’
‘ she loves you, though, and that will make it harder. ’
‘ best not to ask. i think the answer would please no one. ’
‘ we can stay forever in the land of dreams. ’
‘ kiss me. take me from this place. ’
‘ i sent you to die a hundred times. ’
‘ i eat the wonder in their eyes. ’
‘ you were an idea in my head. you were nothing, and to nothing you will return when i think of you no more. ’
‘ you wanted only that i might live. you would sacrifice your own life to make it so. ’
‘ are you my darling ? are you mine ? ’
vi. WHEN WATER SANG FIRE.
‘ you wish to strike a bargain. ’
‘ make me someone new. ’
‘ this is the problem with making a thing forbidden. it does nothing but build an ache in the heart. ’
‘ easy magic is pretty. great magic requires that you trouble the waters. ’
‘ no one expects me to accomplish anything. ’
‘ i can smell your ambition like blood in the water.’
‘ i know that you should keep it like a secret, not shout it like a curse. ’
‘ yes. i can imagine it all. ’
‘ you are worth more than that. you should not have to earn him. ’
‘ hope rises like water trapped beneath a dam, higher and higher, in increments that mean nothing until you face the flood. ’
‘ there is no pain like the pain of transformation. ’
‘ take your pleasures as you will. ’
‘ come, and i’ll tell you all you wish to know. ’
‘ he made me dream of things i cannot have. ’
‘ i do not care for dancing. ’
‘ look into the mirror, and try to deny it. ’
‘ you have never been like the others, and you never will be. ’
‘ we were not made to please princes. ’
‘ i am not quite mortal either, and i have many lives to live. ’
‘ i wouldn’t care if you were part human or part frog. ’
‘ my voice is not enough. ’
‘ you know i was never strong. ’
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It was undeniable that the cool metal of the angel blade mixed with the cooling streaks of blood created some grounding sense of ease. A stolen moment, that should he take it, allow him to reflect on how precious the lives in his hand were. It was just a shame that he was wired differently.
The first blade offered him a fresh type of hunger, one that demanded more each time it was sated. With each new wave, he could feel it, clawing recklessly into his core and screaming for a renewed sense of relief. Now, without the weight of responsibility and trauma to guide him, he found it easier to give it what it wanted.
He just hadn’t betted on being kissed.
It was messy and un-coordinated. Everything his former self had craved even imagined but was always too chicken shit to simply reach out and take. He’d never figured the angel carried the balls either.
Returning the gesture in kind, Dean nipped the others probing tongue, flicking his own to taste the hint of copper before forcing his own entry into the angels hot mouth. Two could play this game.
Of all scenarios that had passed through the angel’s thoughts when he dragged this half formed plan from the frothing sea of guilt and hysterics, none of them had ended in the stoic hunter returning the gesture and furthering it. For a moment, Castiel felt his own mind distracted from the task at hand by the brush of Dean’s teeth against his questing tongue and the further exploration of the other’s tongue into his own mouth.
The fist which had been curled into the fabric of the hunter’s flannel, moved in favor of grasping the short hair at the nape of Dean’s neck, holding him firmly down against him. His body shifted beneath Dean’s, knees parting to accommodate the other’s hips, foot sliding to hook around the backs of his knees; Castiel told himself this, too, was part of his plan. The more tangled their bodies, the less range of movement the other would have.
Castiel captured Dean’s tongue with his teeth and using a gentle pressure against his tugging mouth and the press of his hand against Dean’s neck, eased himself back down onto the surface of the books so that Castiel was nearly laying on top of it. Releasing Dean’s tongue, he pressed his own forward and ran its tip against the edge of Dean’s teeth and upper lip before pushing it back into Dean’s mouth, allowing a soft hum of pleasure to bubble in the back of his throat.
His other hand touched Dean’s shoulder and slid down to the bend of his elbow in its slow, steady journey toward the hand which held the blade.
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Dean felt the former angel’s hips against his own and was startled by how deeply human Castiel felt, how warm and solid. His own calloused hands slid beneath the fabric of Cas’ loose shirt and traced his ribs, ran along his spine. One hand moved to cup his hip while the other slid to the small of his back and down further just beginning to drift beneath the waistband of his pants. Gasping, he leaned up to press another fervent kiss to the other’s moaning mouth when everything went cold.
Suddenly, he was being shoved away and Castiel was yelling at him and trembling. Dean scrambled backward across the floor, dislodging a few pillows and blankets from their place in his haste. It was hard to breathe with the smoke, the sudden vice closing about his chest. There on the floor, it all hit him at once. He and Castiel had been… they had been about to… he and Castiel… he and… him… Dean felt shame and fear and guilt all roiling in his gut. Swallowing, he glanced down and felt his skin burn all the more. “I’m sorry, Cas. I’m so sorry, I don’t…” He snatched at one of the blankets and tugged it up to his chest, looking anywhere but the angel.
For some reason, tears were scalding the back of the hunter’s eyes. He roughly rubbed his face. “You don’t have to take it. I just wanted to help.”
Guilt came in crashing like the waves against his soul. If he had Grace, he wouldn't be as volatile. The rage and shame subsided into a forlorn steadfastness. Castiel never denied Dean anything, especially if it appeared with tears. There was a peripheral awareness a Winchester could not weep. The world could burn to a crisp around his sons and the specter of their father would balk at the emotion. To see him grieve meant that he had pushed his best friend to a brink near impossible. Steeling his resolve, he pulled together the disparate pieces of himself in an attempt to resemble his former identity.
“Forgive me, Dean. You do not understand the extent of my mistakes,” he began, hands cutting with a half-hysteric, half-manic energy through the air. “I tried to be you, but I never was as compelling… not without the backing of a holy force behind me, even then…” There was the bitterest of laughs. He had made such a mess that another gave out orders in the camp. Wouldn’t resigning himself to being a nameless soldier be better for all those involved? “I failed every order given to me. I did not start the Apocalypse. I did not kill that child. I did not save you. What right do I have to untainted Grace?”
He crawled towards him, reaching beyond the blanket shield to grip at the other’s palms. His lips brushed against Dean’s mouth once again in apology. “This is all tat I can give.”
MEMORY LOSS MEMES / ALWAYS ACCEPTING @rediscoveredfaith sent: “ tell me what you remember. ” / lucius - maybe atrocities have been committed that one has forgotten?
he’d woken up to blood and carnage. a gruesome act of violence displayed before him. a wet, warm red coating his hands, his clothes. finding himself standing over one of many lifeless bodies with faces he didn’t recognize. confused. frightened. too many questions running through his mind as he came to his senses. ( who are these people? where am i? did he make me do this? why would he do this? ) feet backing up, backing away from the scene. horrified. until his back met the wall behind him. legs giving up, sliding down onto the ground. at a loss for what to do, too shocked to think. how long he’d sat there, just watching the trail of blood which had found its way into the cracks in the floor, slowly drawing closer and closer to where he sat, he couldn’t say. but it seemed, at last, someone had found him. and naturally, they wanted to know what had happened. perhaps assuming he was guilty of this. perhaps assuming he was a fortunate victim. it didn’t matter. he had no answers. tell me what you remember. but alas, that was the problem, wasn’t it? he didn’t. he didn’t remember a thing, not about this. ❛❛ i… i don’t… ❜❜ he breathed, clearly still in shock, fumbling to think, much less form clear sentences.
The angel stood in the middle of the room, tearing his eyes away from the cowering figure against the wall to look over the damage. There were many bodies, but the exact number could not be told just by looking. Too many pieces of the anatomical puzzle were scattered about, but the angel could tell it was more than one or two. Blood covered everything. Castiel looked down at his own shoes and primly stepped over one of the twisted bodies into a patch of flood devoid of blood. Reaching down, he pulled a handkerchief from the front breast pocket of one of the corpses and tossed the cloth onto the creeping trail of blood that slid closer and closer to the other man. The red seeped quickly into the thin, pastel fabric, but did not advance any further. Slowly, Castiel approached and dropped himself into a crouch. His blue eyes searched the other’s. “What is the last thing you do remember? Do you know how you got here? Do you remember smelling something like sulfur or rotten eggs? Cold spots? It’s okay, take your time. Try to think.”
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“ ‘Course I know you, Cas.” They were so close. Dean knew this was dangerous, to interact with someone he knew from the past, but he couldn’t help reaching out again to touch the angel’s cheek. His green eyes danced with a faint ember of his soul’s former flame. “You have a little garden in our camp with a bird feeder. You like to hear the birds sing. Sometimes you like to go out there and sit and watch the bees fly from flower to flower. You still have my mixtape I gave you, and even though we ran out of batteries a long time ago for the walkman, you can sing every song by memory.”
His voice thickened with emotion. Swallowing, he pulled his hand away and brushed at his own eyes. “I’m not sure God had anything to do with it. It was more Michael.” He almost spat the name.
“The point is, at the end of the day you have to live with yourself. I keep fighting because I can’t live with myself if I gave up… I couldn’t look you in the eye if I stopped fighting. I may not be able to do much in the grand scheme of things, but I have to try to do what I can, to save who I can…” His voice had taken on a low, droning quality, as if this were a speech he often recited. “I can’t give up. I have too many people counting on me.”
Castiel turned his head, risking that his lips would graze against calloused skin. The sound of a him that didn’t even exist sounded more appealing than what he had now. A comradery spoken about in the open air as opposed to whispered into the throat in the Impala's backseat. The type of romance tinged by guilt and shame. For the first time, the anger and indecision that plagued him changed into desire. A yearning to become this other self who had won the easy affection of Dean Winchester. “It does not ring true to me. I do not have desires outside of my need to serve humanity, but… I would not mind a world similar to that…” He frowned deeply. “The contradictions that reside within me are many.”
His eyebrow raised in confusion at the archangel’s name. The Viceroy of Heaven he knew would never destroy a soldier he could continue use. It did not matter if there allegiance to him was pure. “Why would Michael have anything to do with me?” A bland tone. “He is the most devoted to war.”
Castiel recognized the robotic nature of those remarks because they resembled his own feelings. They were the words of a weapon with a human appearance. “Do you believe in what you say?” He asked, being the one to take the step forward this time. “You’re hardly living, Dean. That is what I see…”
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
The Sound of Silence - Simon & Garfunkel
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Dean stretched, grinning under the light of the sun before looking back at his brother. “Look Sammy, if you want to sit up here and be a stick in the mud all day that’s fine, but I’m going to grab the fishing stuff out of the shed and the cooler from the fridge.” He shook his head at Sam’s continued grumbles, moving to step off the deck before he heard the familiar flutter of wings. “Cas! Man, you’re just in time for-” He blinked when the angel stuck to the shadows more than stepping out into the light, furrowing a brow. When Cas said he was dead and this perfect getaway was actually Heaven he laughed a bit, shaking his head. “Yeah uh-huh…good one Cas…come on man I’m about to grab the fishing gear and head down to the lake.”
He takes a few steps and looks back at him, sighing. “Look Cas if this was Heaven, mom would be in the cabin makin’ me an awesome apple pie and dad would already be waiting for me at the dock. But they aren’t and it’s just you, me, and Sam.”
“Dean,” The angel did his best to keep his voice quiet and calm. “I know this is hard to believe, but you must trust me.”
With another quiet fluttering of wings, Castiel moved from where he hid in the shadow of the deck to a shaded place beneath one of the tall trees in front of Dean. “Do you remember what Heaven is, Dean? It is a collection of happy memories, but those memories can be altered, changed. They want to keep you here, Dean. Think. Think very hard. Do you remember driving to this cabin? Is that really Sam? Has he spoken to you at all or done anything beyond sitting in that same place with the laptop?” It pained Castiel to see the hunter so relaxed, knowing that it was not real.
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❝ I trust you , Cas . He needs us right now , so I'll do whatever it takes — ❞ his eyes glaze over as his jaw tenses at the finality of his words . Sam knows this is dangerous and as the angel just informed him , fatal a higher percentage of the time , but he didn't care in this moment . This right here , was something his heart would always choose . If he could potentially lose his own life to save his brother , he would do so without questioning it . He heard what Cas had to say , listened close and understood the possibilities and how the odds were now necessarily in his favour , but he did not care . Dean was the only thing in his life that he'd lay down his life for ; and Dean was all he had , the only brother he had ever known , and he would do and give absolutely anything for him .
There was something that could always be counted upon and that was the eagerness of the Winchesters to sacrifice themselves for one another. Sam’s words were what the angel had been wanting to hear, but all the same, they caused a faint grimace. Dean would not approve of the conversation they were having now, of the plans they were entertaining, but Dean was beyond disapproving now. Would it be worth his ire to drag him back? Castiel thought so, and even though he had known from the beginning what Sam’s answer would be, it was good to hear it spoken aloud. Castiel shed his trenchcoat and began to methodically unbutton the cuffs of his shirt and roll the sleeves to his elbows. “The methods we will be trying are… unorthodox. Are you prepared?”
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She freezes even though he was so tender in his touch , she had only known harmful hands, Luckily they were in his room and no other nurse was around to see him do such a thing she didn’t need more drama with the workers - she didn’t think it’d be this difficult to keep up a human apperance. “if anyone deserves a happy ending it’s you Cas.” she want’s to lean into his touch but not only did she not deserve such things but he wasn’t in his right mind , SHE would not take advantage of him like that, She has never gone beyond holding him while he is having a episode to calm him down.
She moves to the side avoiding further contact. “what does your ideal happy ending look like ? picture it and tell me” she want’s him to imagine good things overcome the abyss in his brain it wouldn’t last long but it’d be some relieve from it all. “tell me every detail.”
The angel lingers where he stood, feeling the air about him cool as her warmth drifts away from him. A stray thought passes through his mind, and he is reminded, vaguely, of conversations from before. Personal space. Perhaps it is important to demons, too. He steps backward, trailing his fingers along the foot of his bed before turning to edge toward the window. “I disagree,” He murmurs, watching his own hands move down the front of his loose shirt.
How strange that his true form can be in such pain and it not be visible in his vessel. Lucifer is not there, not really, at least he does not believe him to be, but he can feel his icy fingers against the joints of his wings. Lucifer speaks some children’s rhyme as he plucks feathers free and lets them fall. He loves me… he loves me not… he loves me…
Castiel considers her question and cocks his head to one side, his brows furrowing. “There is a place in heaven I like to visit. It is a park on a sunny day.” A pause. “I believe a happy ending would feel like the warmth of the sun, the smell of grass and flowers, the sound of laughter, soft words, the trill of birdsong, the humming of bees…” One corner of his downturned mouth twitches upward as he reaches for the toy bee and brings it to his chest. “My siblings would find this foolish… these are all earthly things… human sensations…”
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“yer gonna have to try a lot harder then that to get me to bend to yer will angel face… big turn on though”
A hand reaches up to stroke her hair. “If I ever commit to anything too intensive, you can grip onto my wrist, and I’ll stop.”
