”If I haven’t got my powers then what have I got, Dean!? I am useless, hapless. I am only human now. I don’t have any abilities. I might as well die. I’m no good to anyone. Not to you or Sam, not to my fallen siblings. Not to humanity, not anymore.”
“You’ve got me. You’ve got Sam and I. And I’m sorry that’s not much, but—” He pauses.
Cas looks at him, hard and grim, before looking away. His eyes squint and his jaws clench tight. It was comical for a second before Dean understood what he was trying to do. He has seen this constipated expression before. Something in Dean collapses and he says quietly, with a hint of frustration, “You can’t blip out of this, Cas. You can’t disappear on me now, running away without saying one word to me. Talk to me.”
He is lost.
He doesn’t know where he is, he couldn’t blip to a place known. He can’t. His innate sense of direction is gone. His powers are gone. He is utterly helpless. He is so very human.
He quickly makes his way out into a clearing because a fear clings to him so tight he can barely breathe. Breathe, he tells himself. Breathe. And even despite all so far, a wishful part of him clings to desperate hope that maybe, that just maybe everything was—
He slows to a stop, looks to the sky and something swallows him whole as he watches his brothers and sisters fall like comets—despair.
Oh, oh, oh, despair and grief engulfs his entirety as he looks all around him. They were falling everywhere, so many, so many—because of him.
He runs towards the closest sibling he could, but they were all so far from him. So far out of reach. He couldn’t make it in time to break their falls, to use himself as a safety net to help cushion them. He has fallen and he can’t help.
He runs and runs, breathe breathe, why was it so hard to breathe? and he stumbles onto a road, clumsily tripping over a dead log and falling hard to the ground. His hands scrapped the cement, burning his hand and scratching his palms.
Something in his throat threatens to come out and he’s swallowing it down, swallowing hard, and trying to get up, pushing himself to get to his brothers and sisters because they needed him and it’s all his fault, it’s all his—
The screech of a car makes his head turns and he sees them. They have found him. Or he found them.
They both jump out of the impala immediately and he notices Sam first, who looks really bad yet made the effort to quickly run to him. He looks to Dean, who’s face was full of shock first and then changes to a hard worry as he runs with Sam over to him.
“Cas!” They both shout and he tries to make an effort to meet them halfway, but he’s so tired, his legs were so heavy, his hands were hurting. His vessel has never felt so heavy until he now encompassed every single part from every muscle to every cell—he was stitched onto the body tight and it was just so heavy.
The moment they both grip his shoulders to keep him upright and lift him up, the moment their warmth touch him, Cas couldn’t swallow back that constant urge at the back of his throat. He couldn’t do it as he looks to them both so hopelessly and says brokenly, “They’re falling.” His vision blurs, he blinks, he tries to speak clearly but he has allow the urge to take over and now he couldn’t stop, He couldn’t stop his voice from trembling as he confessed, “I’ve failed, I’ve failed and they’re all falling.”
He blinks and his vision clears for a moment as burning hot tears streaks down his face. He never knew what a curse tears were. Such relief, yet such pain in each drop.
He stared at the tablet in his hands, before looking back at Dean.
“I have to protect the tablet.” He said.
“Yes. And from you, Dean.” He said, glancing at his friend -who had just called him family- before disappearing.
But mainly its to protect you from me he thought as he climbed on the bus, riding to who knows where.
He wouldn’t hurt them again. Ever. Especially not Dean.
…so basically I got behind on SPN and ive only just watched the finding of the angel tablet. I had feels.
THERE HAVE BEEN REPORTS OF GUNSHOTS FIRED NEAR MORGAN & 18TH IN CHICAGO
POLICE ARE PRESENT
31 july 1947 – 29 march 2013
Goodbye Uncle Vernon.
Thanks for everything. Potterheads all over the world.
Since it’s getting close to the end of 2012, I thought I’d make a list of my favorite blogs of 2012. Some I’ve followed for a while, and some I’ve followed for a few weeks. Either way, their blogs are perfect. Of course, everyone I follow is perfect though! Please don’t feel offended if you’re not on this list! I may have forgot you, or we just don’t talk enough. If I follow you, that definitely means I love you though hehe. (*^^*)
-chinmoku, amura, astrorum, bentobride, bersac, bubblysugarwater, bucky-bear, chawans, cojjae, cunt-d3str0y3r, curiouscindy, dakji, danmaru, darwink, dawnoftheseconday, dayxstar, deadspring, demonlike, elena-chan, fujikita, giggleplz, godsfrey, hackersalander, haeboja, harajukudays, harukki, helicoptersky, heysaykwonsohee, hyunhans, imaginativeninja, imbanana, ireoke, irismon, itoshisa, izanaizuki, jackzo, jaehos, japanlove, kanamecchi, karenano, kimberlyrad, kimigasukidatta, kizue, kokanshu, kotetsus, koyamacchi, kudanchi, kurosai, kyoumu, lee-joon, luhamster, makafushigi, maknae, manzini, matsuyuya, minhwans, mittilla, mochikisses, moonraito, morimotoshintaro, motobocor, narushi, neenjas, nijironosakana, noctes, noodlepancakes, noona, oatbebe, pgycjk, phatwemin, ryoutachi, saltyseamen, sanctalilium, semishigure, seungholiday, shisue, staticbender, sukida-yo, taent, taikei, tofumaggie, tokeijikakenokirichan, ttwinkie, tzunee, uchihaism, undershaw, veechuu, woodolph, xinzui, yamappe, zainins
And Matt has to deal with that for the first time.
Rory Williams, Doctor Who Series 6: Day of the Moon
Jin leans back, his head settled upon the dingy stone wall of their cell. When he motions towards Kame, his chains rattle noisily, aggravating his irritation even more. “Do you think they’ll find us?” Kame turns to him, exceptionally calm. “Our crew is skilled. You should trust them more.” “See, we should have at least contacted Koki and the others.” Jin complains, jiggling the metal cuffs locked around his wrists. Kame rolls his eyes in return. “Jin, you are hopeless. Cardinal rule.” “The worst enemies of pirates are other pirates. Especially other captains.” Part 1.
so hi its my first follow friday :—) i was too lazy to make an actual edit so you guys get zico!1!`1 if you’re on here, it means ily and you’re cool and i will neVER unfollow you but if you’re not maybe u changed ur url or smthng yES ok here we goin no particular order:
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