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He feels sad these days, he is mourning a loss, not of what was lived, but the loss of what could have been but never was, because they took her away too soon. She didn’t deserve what happened to her, she brought light to this sad world full of death and pain. but he always loses the ones close to him, doesn’t him?
He thinks about her everyday, about her long, soft brown hair, about her smile, her beautiful honest eyes, He thinks about those lips he regrets don’t having kissed when he had the chance. He tries really hard not to think about her laying in the morgue.
(kinda early today as I got out of work early 😀 I hope you like cuteness.)
Neither Winchester tended to make much of his respective Birthday. Growing up on the road meant that there was little time or resource to really celebrate them. There might have been a cupcake here, or a bottle of beer there, but neither Sam or Dean had ever felt like doing much on their Birthdays. At least when they had been on the road.
But in those times when they had homes (Stanford for Sam, or Lisa’s for Dean) they had celebrated like everyone else. Now with the Bunker all to themselves, plus an angel that they were always super happy to induct into human rituals, Sam and Dean were celebrating Birthdays.
One year, Castiel wanted to surprise Sam on his Birthday. But he really didn’t know what to do. So he talked with Dean about how he should go about this. Asked Dean how he thought Cas should surprise his boyfriend on such a special day. It took some choking on beer and a few tears, but Dean managed to sensibly (just about) detail what a good Birthday surprise or two might look like.
Blowjob. Breakfast in bed (“Gotta be pancakes, with syrup and bacon. Yep. And coffee.”). A really thoughtful present that Sam wouldn’t think to buy for himself. And going out for a nice meal.
Castiel had a pretty good idea of how to go about three of those four things. But he struggled with the idea of getting Sam a present he would really want. Sam wasn’t one for accumulating things, the most he collected was books of magic and monster lore.
So Castiel decided to study Sam. Observe what he seemed to like, over the course of several weeks. He found that Sam liked beer and green salads. A good book. French cinema. New shirts. All things that Sam bought for himself as they were very everyday things.
But then one day Castiel decided to join Sam on one of his morning runs. From the Bunker, they moved into the town of Lebanon along its streets. Making their way to the place that Castiel knew had a park.
“Um, thanks for coming out with me,” Sam said nervously as he stretched in the park.
“It is nice to have done so,” Castiel replied. He kept his eyes on his surroundings and Sam, watching where Sam looked.
And then Cas saw it. Sam was looking out across the grass and paths, to several dog owners who had their hounds out for a morning walk. Looking at the dogs, Sam’s face had grown soft and fond. One particular dog recognized Sam and came over to them for head scratches.
Castiel watched the joy playing with the dog brought to Sam. And he knew what he had to do.
Two weeks later, which included a lengthy conversation with Dean and the possibility of Sam finding out about his surprise ahead of time—it was finally Sam’s Birthday.
Working through the blowjob with adept ease and bringing Sam the breakfast Dean had helped Cas make, Castiel waited until Sam had eaten, washed and dressed. Finally it was time.
They walked towards the map room, Cas with the intention of driving Sam a few towns over to a nice restaurant, supposedly, when a bark sounded through the map room. Claws scurried over the tiles and suddenly Sam and Cas were greeted by an Australian sheepdog puppy.
She wasn’t that old, but the puppy ran to Sam and started sniffing at him and yelping happily.
“Oh my gosh, Cas!” Sam scooped up the puppy into his arms.
“Happy Birthday, Sam,” Cas said.
Sam hugged Cas and the puppy.
In the weeks, months and years to come, little Roxy would become a big part of Sam and Castiel’s lives (and Dean’s). Nothing certainly beat a lazy Sunday walk in Fall sunshine.
anonymous asked: “let’s get you cleaned up.” Something with Sam and jack bonding
Sam wasn’t sure how it happened. He’d caught Jack’s punch with one hand and swung with the other, and then his kid staggered back with blood pouring from his nose.
My little sister is 11 and she likes to come into my room a lot and hang out with me, but sometimes when she comes in I’m in an introverted or depressed mood and don’t want to talk to anyone. Tonight she came in and said that my room was too quiet, so I told her to go listen to music or something because I didn’t really feel like talking. She sat there quietly for a couple of seconds and then she said, “I’m gonna tell you what happened in gym class today because it was really annoying, but you don’t have to talk back.” And she just started talking about her day to me and I don’t think enough people understand how helpful that is to someone who’s depressed. To be there with them and talk to them without expecting them to engage in conversation. It’s a way to be alone without feeling completely lonely and I think everyone who deals with depression or any other mental illness needs someone like my sister to understand that, and to interact with the people they care about based on their state of mind.
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 