Jensen laughed a bit and rolled his eyes, teasing. “Ok, whatever you say. BUt seriously, we need to shoot the scene. Erik won’t be happy if we delay the scene anymore.” Jensen started to walk off but paused when he saw Misha talking to Jared. Feeling his skin crawl, he turned slowly behind him, seeing Misha again. Wait. Two Misha’s….What? “What the fuck am i seeing..”

“I’m an angel Dean, not an actor.” Castiel tilted his head. The angel didn’t even notice a man who looked just like his vessel ahead of him. Actually, since his vessel wasn’t actually him, he barely noticed it at all and carried on as normal until his friend spoke up and realized that the man ahead looked oddly familiar. “A shapeshifter has managed to copy my vessels body. We need to tell Sam.” The angel said alerted, giving ‘Dean’ a look that only the real ‘Dean’ would understand.

Au where Sam makes it to his interview, becomes an amazing lawyer and finds out that his next case is against a man who was charged with several counts of murder and credit card theft and on the court day Dean walks in with handcuffs on and a shit eating grin on his face.

Send "I'd totally fuck you" my for my muses reaction to yours saying it.

Send my muse “What would you do if...” scenarios.

sentence starters: protective edition.

I highly recommend following this magical cinnamon roll.

(NSFW) Tell my muse a sexual fantasy you have involving them.

@wingsandwhiskey cont from here

Sam wasn’t exactly sure what had happened. He was going to get a shower, he was fairly certain. But he’d gotten light-headed, probably from the lack of eating. But he couldn’t help it, the food looked like bugs and even when he tried to shut his eyes he could feel the squirm of maggots, the wings of the locusts. 

He’d moved to sit down on the edge of the tub, but stumbled a bit, back into the tub, and passed out. He might have hit his head, he wasn’t sure. 

He stayed out until Dean came through, groaning a little as he woke. And he felt fear rush through him. Dean? Hallucination? He didn’t have the answer and that was the cause of panic, as he sat up sharply, drawing away from him. 

“Wh-what?”

Dean nearly flinched when Sam shot up. He wasn’t expecting him to do that. 

“I brought food and found you in here. Are you alright?” He asked concerned. “Maybe I should call Cas....” He mumbled. 

“Does your head hurt?” He asked, wanting to know if he should be taking any kind of precautions or try to find a way to get his brother medical attention without him being locked up. Dean hated knowing what Sam was going through and would do anything to have the situation reversed. It was his job to protect his baby brother and here he was, suffering. Somehow it made him feel like he failed him in some way.

Send me ‘💧’ and my muse will respond to seeing yours passed out in the bathtub.

Castiel sighed and looked around. “I’ll tell you but not here.” Before he could give Dean a chance to think, he placed his hand on the hunters shoulder and transported them to an empty room who knows where.

“Giving details about your future has its consequences Dean.” The angel paced. “I’m Castiel. I’m an angel. I came to prevent the apocalypse from ever happening.” He explained. 

Who are you?|| Dean and Casifer

“No Cas I haven’t found anything on the darkness these books are useless but i have more to read through so I am not quiting yet.” Dean told the angel, taking a sip from his whiskey. Dean almost choked on his drink as Cas said who could blame Amara for having the hots for him, because Cas did in fact just flirt with him, and he winked at them. “Cas what the hell is up with you?” Dean asked the angel looking into Cas eyes for some sort of sign.

Dean didnt’ smell any alcohol on the angel’s breath, plus Cas was juiced up now so alcohol shouldn’t affect him. ‘Right Cas, the liquor store, I can accept that.“ Dean told him, only he didnt’.

“Nothing is up with me?” He frowned. “What makes you think that?” Pretty boy he stopped himself from saying. Gosh, how the hell did Cas hold back this much? What a wimp. Lucifer thought to himself. 

Sitting down in the closest chair, he leaned back and crossed his leg over the other. “You know, I think you’re working too hard. You need a break, and I don’t mean one with a bottle of alcohol... A real one. Doesn’t hunting ever get exhausting? You should lay back, relax and get a back massage.” Lucifer sighed. He wanted to get Dean off his track and he possibly knew how. 

“Travelled back,” He parroted, dropping his jaw a bit. “Travelled back from where?”

He stood up, following the man to the door. “You can’t just walk out after a little speech like that. What the hell?”

Castiel hesitated. He knew if he told him then he’d have to wipe his memory after and after what he just told Dean, the angel really didn’t want him to forget. 

“I can’t tell you. If I do I’ll have to erase your memory and I don’t want to do that.” Those blue eyes looking away from the young hunter. He couldn’t stop starring at Dean, he looked so different. He looked a lot less... Dark. Of course this was Dean before going to hell, before the demons and everything. A much more innocent version.