Whitefeathers92

This pasted year without Castiel or Dean has been hell for me. But then again, being Garth’s encyclopedia of weirdness, (As Dean so lovely put it, God, I miss him), isn’t so bad. See ever since I lost focus with that wendigo, Garth band me from hunting. Grimacing, I gently rubbed my scared right side. I was sitting in front of my laptop in a motel in Texas, researching more for the salt and burn me and Garth are doing when I got an E-mail. It’s coordinates to Rufus’s cabin in Montana. I’ll check it out in the morning; if I find a lead on the ghost.Dean was alive; he’s acting like a jackass to me for not looking for him, for not really hunt...

This is not the way I thought I'd be spending my last day on earth; on a couch, in between a crazy angel and a demon watching Disney's Peter Pan. Meg left half way through me explaining to Cas that in this version, Tinker Bell doesn't kill Wendy; so that left us in comfortable silence afterwards. Unlike Castiel, my focus isn't on the movie; it's on something much darker. My time in the Cage was a living horror show thanks to Lucifer. The falling angel would go through stages, one moment he'd be attentive and protect me from Michael's wrath, the next he'd be cruel and join his brother in the torture of my soul. I have no doubt I have Stockh...

I don't know what is more mortifying, the fact that I was running around soulless or the fact that I prostituted myself out to Castiel. That was the only clear memory I have after waking up in Bobby's panic room, it's also the reason I didn't hug Cas. Awkward was a big understatement and my own embarrassment stopped me from feeling too bad about the hurt expression on the angels face.Then Dean and I found out about Castiel's deal with Crowley. Dean was pissed, but I was more disappointed than angry. So I called out to the angel as soon as Dean left to go to a bar and begged Cas not to go through with the deal.Me:"I know better than anyone ...

It’s safe to say I care about him more then I should. Castiel maybe an ex-angel of the Lord, but he’s still an angel all the same. After everything with the Whore of Babylon I know that he hates me at worse and tolerates me at best. I wish I could say that any feelings I have for him were stomped out, but they weren't. Abomination. What an ugly word. True in my case, but still ugly. I haven’t told my brother about my feelings for the angel on his shoulder. It’s for the best, I think. I can practically hear the disgusted shock in his voice. ‘Man, Sammy, what is with you banging monsters?’ Castiel isn't a monster, but he’s not human; and at ...