“Take me to heaven with you when you go” I was listening to this song and it made me sad 🥺 decided to make a simple drawing of these two. Happy Destiel day y’all.

casadenovak:

you were broken and we fixed you.

13 watercolour textures
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• do not use to make your texures

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samulettes:

Cover for my novel made by williamlecters. This is the most amazing thing I have ever seen holy shit.

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I feel accomplished, I finally rewrote my first chapter crossover of The Phantom of the Opera and Supernatural! here it is if anyone wants to read it → Stranger Than You Dream It and here is the artwork that inspired it → Stranger than you dream it by Nasyu

I wrote this for Karen but I felt like posting it on my blog too.

He closed his eyes tightly, feeling the rough surface against his face, he heat from the pavement and the pressure on his back. His left side of the face was beginning to bruise, his nose bled without stopping, his elbows stung from all the scratches yet he remained strong, willing to take it all and hoping it would end soon.

“Come on, Novak! I thought you were a guy not a sissy!” the boy sitting on Castiel’s back spoke as he chuckled.

“This doesn’t make you tough, Dean, it only makes you a bully.” Castiel groaned as he attempted to push Dean off him. “You are a coward.”

“What did you call me?” he clenched his jaw as well as his fists. “You haven’t learned your lesson, have you?” he feigned a smile. He wrapped one of his arms around Castiel’s neck, pulling it back until Castiel screamed in pain.

“Dean!” a boy younger than both of them stood on the other side of the street with tears building in his eyes as he held a toy car tightly in his hands. “Let him go.” his eyes twinkled with sadness as he pleaded to his brother to release the boy.

“Sammy, we’re just playing.” he smiled, “See? He’s okay.” he raised his hands as he stood up from Castiel’s back.

“He’s bleeding! You hurt him again! You said you wouldn’t do it again, you lied!” he stomped his foot on the pavement, allowing the tears to spill from his eyes. 

“Hey, hey, calm down. I’m sorry, okay?” he wrapped his arms around his brother bringing him closer to him.

“You said  you wouldn’t hurt him again. I don’t like it.” he rubbed his eyes with his hands.

“Sammy, I’m sorry, okay? I won’t do it again." 

Castiel stood up from the sidewalk as he attempted to stop the bleeding from his nose, his eyes focused on the small boy holding the toy car in his hands and Dean holding him close. Though for many years he had been a victim of his neighbour’s abuse, he could not hate him, he could not find it in himself to hate Dean Winchester as much as he tried to. He knew the story, and he pitied him. 

Dean had often hid in the tree house between the Novak and Winchester’s yard at night; Castiel lay awake, staring at the stars through his window when he first heard quiet sobs coming from outside. It was not one time, it was not once a week, it was almost everyday. He had once escaped through the window, climbed up the tree into the dark, cold and small tree house where Dean had fallen asleep with tears in his eyes. Who would not cry having lost their mother? Who would not cry being only eleven and responsible for a younger brother? Castiel extended the blanket he had brought along over Dean’s body to stop him from shivering, he sighed before whispering goodnight to the boy, then left.

He understood him. It was okay, he would take the beatings for Dean, he would let his body be used to relieve the other boy’s pain, he knew it was wrong, far wrong but he hoped one day it would all stop, one day Dean’s grief would fade and so would the bruises on his body. For today, it was for Dean.

                                                One month later                                                                

"I’m sorry, Cas.” he whispered quietly. “I-” he hesitated as his hands trembled, “I never meant to, I-” a sob escaped from his lips, “I promised Sammy I wouldn’t, I promised him." 

"Dean.” Castiel held the boy’s hand tightly, feeling the warm fluid stick to his clothes, “I know.” he whispered quietly. 

“Sammy.” his voice was coarse and broken, “Sam, take care of Sam.” he held on to Castiel’s hand with all the strength he had left in him, Castiel attempted to keep calm but was unable to fight the tears from his eyes as he nodded. 

“I will. I promise.” he pressed his forehead against Dean’s as the other boy coughed blood from his mouth, and the light faded from his eyes. Castiel could not hear the sound of sirens approaching, nor the paramedics yelling, nor the dog from across the street howling, nor the voices around him; only the last beat from Dean’s heart. 

“Hey, Dean.” a smile curled on the boy’s lips, “I graduated today from Stanford.” he blinked away the tears, “I know you would’ve been proud.” He sniffled, “Dad is.” he laughed as tears spilled from his eyes, “And Cas.” he played with the rose between his hands. “He… after all this time, he is still here, you know.” he pressed his lips into a thin line. “He never toldy you the truth, he never told me or you.” he chuckled, “But I know, I know.” he looked up the sky as the tears kept falling. “I think- I think he never told you because he was scared but he’s here today and- I think he’s ready.” he wiped the tears from his eyes as the placed the rose on the cold tombstone, then turned to face Castiel behind him. 

“Hello, Dean.” he looked at his hands that held a white rose. “I took care of Sam, like I promised you.” he smiled softly, “I know you would be proud of him as I am.” he closed his eyes tightly, feeling the warmth of the sun hit the side of his face, “I want to tell you that- we were only eleven, I could not comprehend what this- this was.” a sob escaped from his mouth as his grip tightened on the rose. “But I know now, that after all these years, after all this time, this feeling is still there. And I know- I know that I love you.” he broke into sobs, his body trembled and the ache in his chest left him breathless, almost compressing his lungs painfully. “And I always will. Just wait for me, okay?” he knelt down to place the rose next to the one Sam had left. “I miss you, I hope to see you again someday."