#stacey.draws

pov cas comes back and dean wants him as close as physically possible

been thinking about them recently

Held. (otherwise titled final project for my sculpture class)

april 22nd-25th

they’re happy, healthy, in love etc etc

Dean still gets nightmares every now and then. Flashes of teeth, and blood, severed heads and a thick black ooze. If you’d’ve asked him a few years ago, if he thought he ever had a chance at peace, he would have told you that he probably didn’t. That if he was being honest he knew that with all the big things out there trying to get him he might not ever get enough rest to shake off his years of struggle, but that despite that he had to hope. That one day he would wiggle his toes in the sand, and feel the sun on his face, and know that there’s no monster coming up on the horizon. Because without that hope he might as well give up now. But monsters come and go, and sometimes he’ll still bring out the machete to get a few vamps, routine work to keep people safe, but not as much anymore, nowhere near as much. A few nights ago he found himself talking about peace and how things feel different but there’s still monsters in his dreams and he still feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up when a stranger stands too close to him, and Sam said that he didn’t think peace was found but rather that it was built. Dean isn’t sure how true that is, because he thinks that maybe, when he looks out onto the horizon, he can see it coming. Slowly but surely inching it’s way towards him, it might be years but he thinks that it might arrive all on it’s own. But then he looks at Cas and thinks: I’d like to built us a boat, so we can sail there together.

my ko-fi

i love u so much babygirls