a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he's still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.
❝ afternoon, valued customer! now, i don’t mean t’ tell you how to order, but i do recommend the delicious cosgrove burger, created by yours truly. ❞
He looks up from the array of papers scattered on the table for a moment, raising his eyebrows, before passing the man the menu and going back to his research.
❝ Thanks, but I’ll, uh, I’ll just have the side salad. ❞
‘Just… difficulty.’ { absent minded and far afield, Castiel doesn’t remove his nose from the spine of the old tome in his hands. far be it from him to ever admit a weakness aloud, and at Sam’s question he knows he’s already revealed too much. all the same, his concentration is not what it once was… } ‘The amount of knowledge hidden here is extensive, I will admit. But none of this is anything I don’t already know.’ { human minds. so deep and expansive and full of potential. they’ve come so far in their short while here on Earth. he often easily forgets how finite they truly are. how limited. ‘Have you found anything that might be of use?’ { no. Castiel knows he hasn’t. but better to ask out of respect regardless. }
He eyesCastiel for a moment, waiting for further explanation. Something isn’t right here, he knows, but it’s not for him to pry. Brow furrowing for a moment, Sam runs his gaze over the angel’s body before turning back to the book in his hands.
He sighs, leaning back in his chair and relinquishing his grip on the age-old useless piece of literature.
❝ No. Nothing. There isn’t anything even remotely close to helpful. ❞
Sam runs a hand over his face, fighting his frustration. He doesn’t mind research, normally, but they don’t even know what they’re looking for.
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viruden - rona’s cas is on point, man. threads with her are pretty friggin great and ic talk with her is pretty friggin great as well. again, i definitely recommend this castiel blog.
But he does drop the gun, because killing him now wouldn’t be worth it.
He won't admit it, but something like relief unclenches in his stomach when his brother lets the gun clatter to the floor. Still, Sam bends quickly to pick it up, just to be on the safe side.
❝Sorry if I’m not exactly excited that my brother is a demon now. ❞
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{❦} Oh no, she had woken him up. She had been planning to surprise him with breakfast in bed, but seeing as he was now awake, well that wasn’t going to work. At his approach her emerald gaze turned to his face, his sleepy, adorable face, and she smiled.
”And bacon, of course.”
And she bumps him with her hip, scooting in front of him to grab the package of bacon. Without a second thought she’s back in the groove, singing and dancing, working around Sam’s form, occasionally poking at him as an invitation to join her.
”She said I don’t know why you ever would lie to me Like I’m a little untrusting when I think that the truth is Gonna hurt ya and I don’t know why you couldn’t just stay with me. You couldn’t stand to be near me when my face don’t seem to want to shine————-”
Everything looks warm and inviting in his sleep-addled vision, soft around the edges and unthreatening. The slanted sunlight doesn’t hurt, nor does Autumn, bright and smiling. Sam runs a hand through his hair, forcing down the pieces that stick out from his head like a stack of unkempt twigs.
❝ Mmm, perfect. ❞
His voice is thick and scratchy, having not fully woken up yet, and he set his hands on the sides of her hips as she sidles in front of him to pluck the bacon off the counter. His lips gently press into her soft orange locks, and he has to fight his smile as she begins to dance and sing once again.
❝ Cuz it’s a little bit dirty well ❞ he joins, his voice wavering in and out of tune. It isn’t pretty but it’s heartfelt and buoyant, and Sam’s grin stretches across his face the whole time.
