❝ I used to belong to a much better club. ❞
✘; Endverse portrayal of Castiel
✘; Banter | Descriptive & Literate
✘; Mature content | Dark themes (+18)
✘; MV | MS
✘; Ships w/chem
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||: I know I should be replying to a lot of stuff here and on my other account. I’m just not in the mood, sorry. I’m taking a few days to myself.
I’ll be back shortly.
Bear with me 💚
@WasMyGayThing « always trying to analyze every expression or body language.
“Why are you making such a big deal of it?”
His mind can’t comprehend.
What is Dean so ashamed of?
@WasMyGayThing « his seat to fully face the hunter; One knee up on the seat, ankle under his other thigh. One arm draped over the back of his seat, the other hand on Dean’s seat, fingers touching his thigh as he leaned even forward, squinting his eyes, as »
@WasMyGayThing « a fist as he rested his cheek onto it. Then, the hunter asked him to talk.
Pfft— right.
NOW he wants to talk?
He wanted to toll his eyes to the skies, but contained himself.
“Say what?”
Nonchalant as ever.
Castiel didn’t even bother to turn his head to look at his friend.
@WasMyGayThing « He hated the way he was so familiar with it.
The former angel followed Dean outside, threw his duffle bag on the backseat and climbed into the passenger sit without a word.
Minutes in silent passed, head turned towards the window. He was looking at the stars, hand into »