CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE

Kitten Faces

this felt important enough to share

I never understood the Dianetti ship before but someone pointed out that if they had a daughter she’d basically be April Ludgate and now I’m 100% onboard.

R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit

this is the only september 11th post I’m reblogging

some of Nat’s faces during Clint’s family reveal scene made me really convinced he was TAHITI’d

this initial scene, she starts off smiling but then her face falls

how distraught she looked before clint’s daughter asked for her

this whole situation while clint explains why none of them knew of his family (this one looks almost guilty like she knows something else about it all)

I finished it! This is the completed version of this

The first day he noticed the ring next to his bed he smiled and shook his head, remembering Dean taking it off the night before because he, ‘didn’t want it getting caught on something,’ what it could have gotten caught on, Cas had no clue.

He simply left it on the wooden surface and got up for the day, going about his business. He kissed Dean good morning when he encountered him in the kitchen and was handed his usual cup of coffee. Dean glanced at his hands as he gave him the mug, smiling slightly before he leaned in.

“How did you sleep?” He asked, Cas merely smiled and winked before he took his cup to the table and sat down. Their day was filled with old books and maps and all such things needed for a new case. Sam was out, investigating a string of recent murders, with Charlie. Dean and Cas had opted to stay behind. Neither of the other two parties objected.

They fell asleep that night with the TV on in the background, Game of Thrones lulled them into a restful sleep.

The second day Castiel woke up to find the ring still on his night stand he sighed and picked it up, the cool metal between his fingertips felt oddly heavy. He allowed it to roll around his palm a bit, testing it out. He’d never understood the need for jewelry. But still, the silver object must have meant a great deal to Dean, he didn’t want it to get lost. He sat it back on the small dresser, hoping the hunter would notice it soon.

The same greeting met him in the kitchen, the same flick of the eyes, the same smile, the same lips. The same faint prayer of an I love you lost somewhere on the waves of angel radio. He didn’t have his full grace in tact, he’d sacrificed it in an effort to save Dean from the Mark; but what remained was enough that he could hear Dean’s prayers to him, if they were loud enough. They were always loud enough.

He awoke in the same fashion for the next few days, picking up the ring, observing it, running his fingers over it. He wasn’t sure why it fascinated him so. It must have been that it was Deans; that it wrapped around his finger and held tight against his skin. It was basically a part of him.

He wondered if he’d ever have something so loyal.

Later, on the sixth evening after Cas had first awoke to find the ring, Charlie and Sam returned to the bunker. They had pizza, beers, and some new card game that was for ‘horrible people’ or something. Cas didn’t think they counted as horrible people, not the Winchesters and certainly not Charlie. Dean assured him it was just for fun.

He blushed when he pulled a card about a large black part of the male anatomy. Dean and Charlie giggled for what felt like forever. Castiel went to bed upset.

Dean didn’t come to join him right away.

Still he woke up to find that ring staring back at him the next morning; Dean had slunk into their shared bedroom sometime in the hours of the morning and wrapped his arms around Cas’ middle.

Castiel picked the ring up to weigh it in his hands again, but this time he slipped it on. Not his left hand, but his right, over the ring finger and twisted it, trying to discern what the big deal was about a piece of silver. Why people prayed for one so much, and why in the quietest moments he might admit that he found himself praying for one too.

“I was wondering when you’d catch on.” Dean muttered into his neck. He wasn’t sure when Dean had woken up, or shifted into a similar position as his. Had he really been staring so long?

“I’m sorry?” Cas asked, slight panic rising in his chest. He didn’t want Dean to think he was stealing his ring; or what he thought was his ring.

That was when he felt it, the cold brush of metal against his bare skin from Deans hand. Dean had been wearing his ring all this time, where did this other one come from?

“I left that for you days ago, Cas. And you have yet to put it on. Hurts a guys feelings. Turning down a proposal.” Dean smiled against his skin before placing a light kiss against the back of his neck.

Castiel furrowed his brow and turned over in his hunters arms.

“A what?” He asked, staring up at Dean with wide, blue, and what he was sure were disbelieving, eyes. But the makings of a smile were beginning to form on his face, a feeling akin to hope had sparked in his chest.

“Don’t make me say it twice.” Dean smiled softly down at him, “Every day you saw that ring there, not once did you check my own hand to see if I had mine.”

Castiel blushed slightly, a small ounce of embarrassment. He’d been a sentient being once, able to see through the biggest lies and fabrications; able to thwart a battle and turn the tide of a war without breaking a sweat. Being a human had made him lazy. Being safe, with Dean, in his arms, his bed, had made him complacent. Unobservant.

But it didn’t matter, because all the complacency in the world couldn’t take away the feeling that bloomed within him in that moment. The love he felt for the man looking down at him, the happiness and wholeness that was threatening to take over. He felt the urge to laugh, he settled for a smile.

“Geez, Cas, don’t leave me hanging.” Dean’s laugh was nervous, he could see how unsure he was. As if Castiel wouldn’t accept any proposal Dean made.

“You know-” Cas looked at the ring and then back to Dean, “if you wanted to propose, you could have done it-a bit more-romantically. I mean seriously Dean, I’m not talking fireworks or hot air balloons; but something-” Dean cut off Castiel’s sarcastic answer with a kiss and then cut off the kiss with a small chuckle as he pulled back, looking down from behind heavy lids as Castiel smiled back and nodded.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Alright.” Dean grinned, “But, I think we should move this-” he gently lifted Cas’ right hand and pulled off the ring with a soft kiss to his knuckles, “and put it where it belongs.” He slid the ring onto his angel’s left hand, ring finger, and then kissed the palm, Cas brought the hand to his hunter’s cheek as he sighed contentedly.

“No more bedside table proposals.” Castiel grinned as he turned back on his side and wrapped deans arms further around him.

“You’re gonna hate what I’ve got planned for tomorrow then.” Dean replied in his ear.

Cas may have groaned in response, but his smile was wide. He stared at the ring on his finger as it laid on the bed next to him, no longer an unanswered question on a nightstand, but an answered prayer; one he’d been sending out for a long time.

so basically

if you step across the town line

you’re committing

treeson

Happy birthday, Jensen Ackles!

Watercolor pencil drawings by natira on deviantart.

….these are drawings

falls over and dies

thES E ARE DRAWINGS ?¿?¿??¿