tragedy + time

Dean was going to be late. Again. He silently cursed himself as he charged out of his dingy apartment, glancing up at the cloudless grey sky before deciding he wouldn’t need an umbrella.

The walk to work was always nice in his opinion, but now that spring was upon them it was particularly beautiful. His shoes crunched on the dark brown dirt road that he leisurely walked. Green leaves partially shaded him beside the winding stream. The red, purple, and orange scales of fish, dimmed slightly by the ash colored water, drew his attention, causing him to stop once more and gaze into the river.

People had described the color he wasn’t seeing. The color he was desperate to see, but none of the explanations seemed to make sense. 

Sad. That was the most common word to describe this hue. How a color could be sad was beyond him.

He was going to be late. Grumbling quietly for being torn away from his thoughts, Dean continued his journey, his head thrown back to stare for the millionth time at the smoky sky. How could someone stand having the sky look sad? It seemed depressing.

Dean had a habit of staring at things he knew he wouldn’t be able to see. It was if he could will his eyes to perceive this new spectrum. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to perceive the dark haired man before they collided.

“Watch out!” A frantic voice was Dean’s only warning before he found himself on the ground. 

“What the h-” Dean glanced up to look at the man who’d run into him, intent on chastising him for not being aware of his surroundings. Although Dean hadn’t been very aware of his. But the words died on his lips.

He’d made eye contact with the stranger and it was as if his world was illuminated. The color was like ice, but the eyes were kind. Dean’s surroundings were lighting up, but he couldn’t look anywhere but at the man in front of him.

He finally understood what his friends and family had described to him, but the hue didn’t make him feel sad. He felt relief. Overwhelming joy at this new part of himself that become open. He felt despair that he had spent so many years without this color inside of him.

The stranger’s mouth was curled up into a smile as tears, no longer tinted with grey, fell down his cheeks.

Dean could feel his own mouth grinning in response, feel his own eyes well up at the extreme new sense of strength he found. They both glanced at their surroundings simultaneously and Dean heard the man’s gasp mirror his own.

The ceiling that had shrouded him in ash was now the same sparkling color as his soulmate’s. 

“The trees.” Dean turned his attention back to his other half, who was staring in wonder at the leaves that he was now able to see clearly.

They were synchronized as they moved, their fingers weaving and pulling them closer together. His skin was smooth in comparison to Dean’s calloused palms. The man in front of him smelled like cucumbers with a hint of vanilla, adding to Dean’s feelings of a fresh and rejuvenated life. 

Thinking a lot about season 1 babies

dean winchester graphic challenge | rosetylr vs. padaleckhi prompt: angel!dean

Yeah, the tag’s meant to be funny, but no, seriously, look at Dean fall in love in the third GIF. Because Dean has this tremendous fear of abandonment, right? Everyone he’s ever loved, or allowed himself to get close to, has left him in one way or another. Mom, who abandoned him by dying. Dad, who abandoned him for the Hunt. Sam, who abandoned him for Ruby. The friends, the teachers, the mentors, the girlfriends, maybe the boyfriends too. Everybody. And it eventually got to the point where Dean started taking charge and doing the abandoning first — with Cassie, with Lisa — so that he wouldn’t be the one left behind anymore.