#hellagayangelofthelord

Dean’s eyes flew open, jerking awake, and wheezed as a weight settled on his chest.

“Wha-“ he tried to sit up, but found little arms wrapped around his neck. He grunted and fell back, inwardly cursing his husband.

I am at D.C. and yes, yes he did

So, in honor of @hellasarcasticdemonfromhell and @hellabiangelofthelord and their video swaps, I am joining the insanity, delving into the madness, if you will. So if this post gets 18 likes (I have 49 followers), then I will do a short video of me singing- but you won’t see my face cause fuck that- I don’t feel like dying of embarrassment...

Ringing, that was all he could hear. It tore through his ears and split his head in two, adding on to the already intense agony that he felt throughout his entire body. He felt like he was flying, but the destroyed earth beneath his back contradicted that feeling. Dirt fell onto him as the ground began to settle again, quivering as it regained its bearings after the archangel had left a deep crater into it. He didn’t know where he was now, just that it was miles away from where he had been, the heat of the blast still licking at his back and wings, resulting in those beautiful appendages of his leaving behind an ashy outline against the disturbed ground as they disappeared from this plane. Gabriel fought to open his eyes, to get some sort of idea where he was so he could send out his coordinates to someone, anyone, but as the ringing intensified, the world spun around him as his energy was drained from him. Darkness pulled at him and forced him under the tide, sending him spiraling into a deep sleep once more.

Hundreds of miles away, deep within a secluded forest of Norway, a large, beautiful maple tree sprouted from the ground. Its golden sheen, unseen by the rest of the world, sent a burst of warmth throughout the forest before dying out.

I was just saying this a couple of weeks ago. But also...it's unfortunate that a lot of the fandom doesn't get to actually experience a con, because the positive NEVER gets reported and that sucks. I just had an amazing weekend and there was honestly no drama but somehow tumblr and twitter have gone up in flames over...I'm not even sure what? It just makes me so sad. There was so much love this weekend and all I'm seeing since I got back is hate.

Dean always took a while to wake up. After he had more or less retired from hunting (save for occasional trip just to keep his reflexes sharp), Dean has turned into a lazy bum in the mornings.

Cas on the other hand was always up with the sun. Something that annoyed Dean to no end, even if it meant his coffee was always waiting for him first thing.

So when he woke to find himself alone, it wasn’t a surprise. He sighed and rubbed at his eyes, grateful Cas had at least left the curtains closed. Dean sat up and stretched, glancing over at the clock.

He blinked when he saw the note and smiled. This was another part of Cas always waking up first. And it almost made it worth not snuggling into his husbands arms. Almost.

Dean read the poem several times, blushing, before carefully stashing it away with the rest. He got dressed and headed to the living room, where Cas waited for him with a cup of coffee. He bent down and gave his husband a linger kiss.