#dameabaddon

- First off I'm finally done with college apps and I've gotten some acceptances to some great art schools but I have yet to choose where I am going

-Secondly I want to thank all of you for sticking with me through my long hiatus I love you all

-As you may have noticed I changed from my signature 'dameabaddon' url and this is partly because of my new direction and partly because in general I want to keep this blog separate from people I know in real life and they got a bit too close to finding out my old url. I've been away for a while and I'm super behind in spn and a lot of other shows and while I took a break I ended up with a ton of new interests which brings me to the new focus of this blog ~ yes I still love supernatural but I want to focus more on music/aesthetic for this blog which means I'll be posting a lot of things I find pretty but aren't necessarily fandom, along with primarily Paramore, Panic!, FOB, SNSD, Exo, and SHINee 

-Q: Why?

A: There's a lot of reasons but part of it is just my love of music and pretty things. The other part is that quite a few of the people I used to talk to and reblog have moved on from the fandom and I feel really out of place now there are still a good amount who stuck around but I kinda wanted a fresh start! I debated deleting but I want to keep this blog around in case I decide to rejoin the active fandom

-Q: Will I ever return to spn blogging?

A: There's a good chance I plan on marathoning a bunch of programs I'm behind on this summer before SDCC and supernatural will be one of them.

-Q:What about old posts?

A: All my old posts and graphics will be available on my blog 

Now that I've said all this feel free to unfollow if a music/aesthetic blog isn't your thing but if we were mutuals I would love if you would send me a message on skype (dameabaddon) or message me for my number if we've texted before and you live in the US/have an iPhone so that we can still talk

Castiel regarded his little listeners fondly, quietly taking notice of how adorable they looked, cuddled up next to him, a pink flush dusting their cheeks. He wasn’t sure whether they were cold or whether his story had actually excited them.

“Yes, the Demon Hunters heard about my criminal activity. They didn’t like the way I’d harbored a demon, no matter how young he was at the time,” Castiel explained, lips pursing into a thin line. He couldn’t forget the sour look on the man’s face, the head of the DHB. He was a fearsome man, a monstrous beast with not a single hair on his head and dark eyes that constantly leered at the world. That is, if you could catch a glimpse of them, what with the thick gray caterpillars that spent their time fighting wrinkles for space on his forehead. Castiel would never be able to forget his name: Samuel Campbell.

“We moved to a smaller house where my mother decided to become a baker. It suited her well enough, and she seemed happy. I took up a job with the cleaning bureau. It didn’t pay much, but it was alright. I… I was alright.”

Karan and her brother, Tomi, fixed him with eerily similar stares, as if he were a pitiful puppy who’d just lost his mother. Both reached out to wrap tiny fingers around Castiel’s biceps, squeezing lightly, peering up at him from beneath shaggy hair. He didn’t want to upset them so he mustered up his best fake smile and wrapped a reassuring arm around each of their thin shoulders, pulling them closer against his side. They giggled and sank further into the cushions. Castiel’s smile felt a little less forced now.

“And…” Karan hesitated and tipped her head forward, hiding her face behind the thick mess of hair on top of her head.

“And?”

“Didn’t you find a dead person when you were at work one day?” Tomi asked for his sister. Wide green eyes gazed up at Castiel, filled with childish amazement, and he couldn’t refuse. He knew that it was all just a plan to get him to tell his entire story. But they were children, bored children living in what Castiel considered to be poverty and filth. Adventures such as his ridiculous one, as strange as it might seem, appealed to their curious minds.

“Unfortunately, I did. My coworker and I found a dead body one day. And the only person I could think of to tell was Anna…”

The two siblings shared a conspiratorial glance. Karan, the sister, nodded and turned her attention back to Castiel. “Actually, we were hoping you could tell us one of your own stories.”

“My stories?”

“Yeah… the one about how you and Dean met,” the little boy mumbled, playing with the frayed hem of his shirt.

To their relief, Castiel didn’t seem to be offended by their request. Of course, the only way you could possibly upset him was if you insulted Dean. Everyone knew that a single comment could land you six feet beneath the ground. He could actually be pretty scary when he wanted to be.

“I suppose,” Castiel chuckled softly, “I’ve never actually done this before, though, so bear with me.”

“That’s fine,” the two chimed in unison. Excited, they snuggled even closer to Castiel, propping their elbows on each of the young man’s thighs. People listened to Castiel read from novels and plays all the time, but not once had anyone asked to hear about his own history.

“Alright, well, I was only twelve years old when we first met…”