went from a sad baby to a rebel in 2 seconds.
Here, you can see both sides of the Wild Castiel, the Gentle Sweetie and the Complete Badass-NO, DON’T STARTLE HIM-!
God bless the people who send me smutty prompts. I don’t know if I can actually write these things, because I have reservations about what kinds of explicitness I’m comfortable writing, but you all are just terrific human beings for suggesting them.
Angel-zapping into a moving vehicle is a fancy move, sure, but sometimes I wonder
what if he misses
oh my god
rosworms answered: reverse consent fic after Cas breaks free from Naomi’s control?
Cas has nightmares about his past. He can’t be sure whether they’re traces of real memories or just his brain trying to process the things he now knows he was part of, but they are dark and violent and terrifying. He sits on his own shoulder, a grotesque parody of an angel, immobile and voiceless as he kills the people Naomi points out to him, the people who have gotten in the way of Heaven or have been unlucky enough to be chosen as examples. Warnings. Demonstrations of the weapons Heaven can bring to bear against disobedience.
Castiel knows he has been a weapon, and it frightens him to think he could be again. That after everything, after rebelling and falling, Naomi was still able to reprogram him, to use him against those he loves. He is so afraid of being used.
Sam knows this. He could not see Cas shaking in his sleep or waking up crying without asking how he could help, and Cas let himself tell Sam everything. It was partly a cry for help and partly a confession, and it helped Sam understand why Cas was so adamant about asking permission for every touch, so insistent that Sam say what he wanted.
And after that talk, knowing what follows Cas in his sleep, Sam starts asking more questions, too. He always asks Cas what he wants to do, in bed and elsewhere: always “what do you think?” or “where should we go?”, never “don’t you want to?” or “let’s do this” or “you should.” Because he knows Cas can never be sure exactly what he was forced to do under Naomi’s orders, whose trust and love he violated, and he never misses a chance to remind Cas that he doesn’t have to take orders anymore. That he belongs to himself, and his body is his, and his desires are good and come from his own heart.
It thrills Sam to ask what Cas wants, to have him whisper in Sam’s ear, “I want to desecrate the kitchen while Dean is out” or, “I want to hold you tightly and bite bruises into your back when I come.” And it thrills Cas to hear Sam growl back, “yes, please” or, “I want that, too.” But each “no” is just as beautiful. “No” means trust just as much as “yes” does, because “no” means “this is a way you could hurt me.”
Cas also admits that he likes to look Sam in the eyes when they make love. He is afraid of feeling like a tool. Even though he knows Sam would never use him, being able to look in his eyes reminds him of their separate agency and their mutual consent. Seeing Sam’s eyes makes it feel safer to close his own.
Sam likes that, too. He likes being seen by Cas. Whatever their bodies are doing, when their eyes meet, each of them is entirely himself, acknowledged and equal. It is having control and knowing that it will never be taken from them that allows them to give up that control in each other’s arms. It makes it that much sweeter to say yes, knowing they can always say no.
idk a lot of people talk about sam’s bitchface but did you ever see how done jo was with the winchesters in season two x
THE SYMBOLISM IN THIS GIF KNOCKED ME UNCONSCIOUS WHAT DAY IS IT
spn meme: six side-characters [1/6]it’s just hard to believe this is actually my life.