#wmandan

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I think its great to post videos! Its, like u say,a good way to come closer to ur followers and it feels much more personal than a text post. I dont post selfies or videos bc i think no one will see them or care. I don't think I have enough followers

I do have a lot of followers (more than i ever expected) but still it’s rare that someone pays attention to my posts and usually i don’t get more than like 5 notes on a selfie. But it doesn’t stop me. I feel good with myself i share it and i call everyone not to ashamed, if you ever considered posting a selfie, just do it. There’s nothing scary. People see you even if they don’t leave notes. I usually like selfies, or go and send a good message to the person because i think everyone is beautiful in their way and deserve to be told that.  Don’t be scared to share things from your life. It’s your blog, tag it and when you get back to it one day it’s going to be interesting. 

Who would throw the other in the pool: That would be Sam no matter how clingy Cas will get, Sam will throw him. 

Who is the better carer when the other is sick: Both are. First Cas will be very good because he’s scared for Sam very much and Sam will be very good too because he knows how scared Cas is. 

Who would force the other to do extreme sports with them: Sam will force Cas though his little angel prefers to sleep and eat junk food. 

Who would cook the better romantic dinner: Cas, he will try his best to give Sam what he lacked in his life. 

Who would build the blanket fort in the living room: Sam. He would like to introduce him to that amazing thing and make love to him in there.

Who would have the best holiday ideas: Sam

thank you :D 

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Tripping over his feet Castiel hurried down the bank of the brook. For a first time he felt fear. He have been warned so many times not to go out in the woods at night time. But did he listen? ... of course not. Castiel was too curious. 

The more he ran the more his heart pounded faster and harder. Even worse, the area wasn't getting any familiar and he was losing his mind. The howls were coming closer and closer and a feeling deep inside him warned for an approaching danger. 

Fast glimpse over his shoulder failed his coordination and the next moment he was face down flat in the forest's dirt and rubble. The air was punched out of his lungs, his knees hurt and palms were bleeding, despite that he forced back on his feet, panting, and kept running. 

Sam was farther than everyone and he was worried that his pack would reach the pray before him. And sure his back didn't do anything without his command but around full moon everyone had to be caution. Not one time had he dealt with wild werewolves who couldn't control themselves.

When the smell of blood hit his face something inside him clicked. He was a predator and the smell of blood meant food especially around full moon he didn't really care what food it was. He could recognize it was human blood and he growled, teeth clasping in a blood freezing way as he speeded up towards the source. He wasn't expecting anything, he didn't want to kill but just to reach what had engaged his attention. 

Castiel's stomach turned when he ran pass the bench he used to come, sit, and read at sunny days. He was getting closer to home. But 4 steps away from it a pair of arms wrapped around his body, turned him around. He fell on the ground again, landing on something softer than rubble but still gasped and started fighting. The other body shifted him and pinned him to the ground until Cas stopped fighting, unable to see whoever is above him, lungs burning with lack of air. 

The werewolves approached, circling the man on a distance of 2-3 meters. They were growling low, interested, but no one dared to come closer to the panting on the ground man. 

'H-he-lp' Castiel gasped, voice too quiet, hearing nothing but breathing around him, feeling the growing tension. 

Sam wasn't late after the others, growling with his alpha timber until everyone stepped back one more step. He then approached the man on the ground, knelt down, knees on either sides of Castiel's hips, he traced fingers over his arms, taking the sight of the writhing beneath him man. That's the scent that had got his attention, that's the blood he had smelled upper the brook. 

Blue eyes blinked up at him and with his wolf powers Sam left breathless when the moon reflected in those deep pools. Whatever he felt suddenly multiplied by 10. Heart pounded harder and faster... he wasn't turning... it wasn't full moon yet. 

It was Castiel. 

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He was told many times... 

'Do not go in the woods at night. Do not go in the woods around full moon. Stay away from the woods.' 

Castiel, however, was well known with his curiosity and nothing good stayed hidden or secret for too long. Do not, only made him tingle and pushed him towards finding out why he had to listen. Besides, indoors wasn't his preferred environment. How could he stay inside when the world outside was a lot more beautiful - the black star-spilt cosmos, the silver moon shining bright, the fresh air circulating in his lungs, the wildness of the vast spaces of glades and woods - it was all calling him. 

Was it because his curiosity or just against the odds, he went out the night before full moon. Didn't take long to reach the woods and check all his favourite places. It was creepy and dark but he kept going even when nothing seemed familiar. He reached the brook, took a sip of cold clean water following up the stream. Although he walked hours there was nothing he found that scary and forbidden. 

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Sam rushed up the hill, breathing heavy, hot breath rolling in clouds over his lips and out of his nose. Muscles tensing, new smell filling his nose and he likes it so much. It's better than anything he smelled before. 

He knew the others would smell it soon too, but as an alpha he was first, and he had to keep everyone away until he knew who was that and what he wanted. The woods was his territory and he had fought for it many times, the scars over his body was a history legend of his fights. Young but wiser than other alphas from the north.  

Reaching the top of the hill, staring at the moon, he arched his back, threw his head back and howled. An alpha howl - loud, powerful, blood-freezing, extended as he gave all he is worth in that alpha call. 

The howl still echoed when Sam speeded down the hill towards the water stream. 

Castiel heard it all. He didn't expect that but he knew damn well that howls weren't a good thing and finally realized he didn't have to be in the woods as he was told. 

He didn't know where he was but if he followed the water stream it would led him to a familiar area. 

Excited, scared, heart pounding he ran. 

Well you are cute and nice! Such a cute outfit for a cute gal!

Bulgarian is such a cool language! And thanks for tagging me <3