for every osha violation at my work, i will be forgetting to scan a customer’s item (of my choice) when i am checking them out. this will continue indefinitely
i gave away so much free shit when i worked retail, and i got bolder the longer i went without a break
i hate jensen for having social media self control you know he’s either gonna text that man or ignore him completely which is simply unfair because we’re all invested now
I was inspired by all these baby!Jack fanarts floating around and I love them so much 😍💗 but my first try failed because baby’s are hard to draw for me in comic style 😩 but this time it worked and baby Jack turned out super cute! >u< and this is what happened ☺️ Jack and Cas both excited to see Dean and he’s just melting by the view of his two angels..🥰 So of course he takes a picture and shares it on insta 🥰 thanks to @littlestarofthewest for helping me with the captions 🤗💗💗💗 oh and Cas bought his sunshine a big Dino plush 🦕 because.. DINOSAURS! 🦕🦕🦕😍💗 And he’s got duckling boots from uncle Sammy ☺️
I don’t know if I can ever recreate this squishy baby Jack but I’m really happy with this ☺️ the background is just a blurred photo 😅 hope you like it too :3c
“You know I didn’t mean it, right?” Dean says one night.
Cas squints in that way he does as he looks up at Dean through his lashes across the library table. He tilts his head in question.
“What I said that night. Before you left…after Mom.”
And that’s all it takes for the wind to leave his sails. Deflated. The memory is still fresh in his mind, even after all this time. And despite Cas’s best efforts, yeah. It still stings. He lets his eyes fall to the names scratched into the mahogany of the table. He stares at them: at Jack’s name and his, at Sam and Dean’s initials.
At Mary’s.
Why does that something always seem to be you?
You’re dead to me.
He lets his index finger trace the letters of her name. Grief, guilt, and loss unfurls from behind his rib cage and grips around his heart like tentacles.
He’d said he was sorry. Cas knows he is. Logically, at least. He’d be lying if he said doubt didn’t sometimes reside quietly in the corners of his mind, in the chambers of his heart.
His forefinger is tracing the ‘W’ next to the ‘M’ when he tries to hold his stiff upper lip, tries to conceal the raging inner battle from Dean.
“Of course.”
And it’s the best Cas can do in that moment. He regrets it almost instantly, because it sounds like bullshit, even to him. So he tries to deflect, to end this conversation before it begins. He rises from his seat and takes both of their scotch glasses in hand.
“I’ll go get us some more,” he says, plastering his best attempt at a smile on his face as he starts heading for the kitchen. Dean’s footfalls are quickly behind him.
“Cas,” he calls out, and Cas tries his best to steel himself against the ache in his chest as he continues walking.
Being human sucks sometimes. He used to be able to flip on a proverbial robotic switch whenever he needed to avoid feeling, to avoid emotion, because angels were soldiers first and foremost. And because emotions were always the doorway to doubt, it was important to be able to turn them off in order to preserve the objective of the mission at hand.
Now though, after Jack pulled him out of the Empty, grace left behind, he’s finding it exceedingly more difficult to hide behind a mask. Especially now that his built-in armor is gone.
He feels everything so much more intensely now. And he hates it, particularly in moments like these. Because he doesn’t want to feel insecure, he doesn’t want Dean to feel guilty, he doesn’t want to rock the boat.
When he steps down into the kitchen, he notices how Dean’s footsteps don’t follow his over the threshold. He puts both glasses down on the counter as he reaches for the bottle of Macallan 12 in the cupboard. He unscrews the cap and begins pouring.
