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⠀ * ⠀─┈ ⠀ it’s always you selfish little men in positions of authority. you believe your power will protect you. it won’t protect you from 𝒎𝒆.

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──┈ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉.

a descriptive castiel featuring all seasons. spoilers will be tagged ( some in the edit. ) crossovers more than welcome. in need of storylines and banter. ms with developed chem. mature content. retweet? credit: vixualized.

— lure is the protector.

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┊boop.

if at all interested in writing with one another, feel free to like this little tweet, and I’ll send a dm for plotting needs. x

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@cbsidianrose « to do it over the angel’s cold corpse. He couldn’t lose his demonness all over again; the one being that made him feel purposeful.

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@cbsidianrose « moments, the seraph pulls his tiers back a bit, pressing his forehead against the demon’s own, single hand procuring one of her’s in gentile mannerisms; lacing their digits.

❛. . don’t ever leave me.❜ If Chuck found himself intent on destroying all of this, he would have »

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┊gimme a zombie au or gimme death-

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@cbsidianrose « into raven tresses.

Without another thought of hesitance, the seraph leans forward, closing their gap in complete secession -- plush tiers clambering against Meg’s own addictive pair with ease. It’s been ( far ) too long since Castiel has been this close. Will it last?

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@cbsidianrose ❛ — Of course I did.❜ Words are bloomed in retort, cerulean hues meeting the demon’s own striking pair once more as the lapels of his trenchcoat are tugged. Her warmth echoes against paled features; both hands ascending to cup at defined cheekbones, fingertips dancing »

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┊need some crossover / parallel universe-type things.

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┊boop.

if at all interested in writing with one another, feel free to like this little tweet, and I’ll send a dm for plotting needs. x

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—— 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚.
Ⓒ: jenmishs.┊small spoilers.

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@cbsidianrose « with mere inches -- single hand ascending, hesitant as fingertips ghost along the demon’s features. 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙇.

A sheepish simper blooms, hues darting elsewhere. If this is a ruse, Cas will be damned if he lets God take her away from him.

❛Call me that again,❜ it’s endearing.

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@cbsidianrose If he’s honest, Castiel is somewhat fearful that this isn’t real — that 𝑴𝒆𝒈 is no more than an illusion. That, or Chuck is waiting in the wings to rip her out from under him in seconds. He’s apprehensive.

Regardless, the seraph paces forward, closing the gap between them »

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Well, he wasn’t aware that she would be visiting after so long -- at all.

❛No one seems to be. Everything has gone downhill faster than can be kept up with.❜ He’s been working cases almost in attempt to forget that the world is falling apart; heaven and hell included.

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He’s been preoccupied; no time for cleaning the place up when everything is going to shit.

❛Where . . — Why are you here?❜ The seraph is pushing himself to stand, pleasant confusion still plastering paled features.

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❛It’s not. It’s —— 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍.❜ Cerulean hues find themselves in a bout of serene confusion. It’s been far too long since he’s been in her presence.

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┊need some crossover / parallel universe-type things.

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┊i love: cas.

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« closed in on the vast table, setting it down. All seemed more quiet than usual -- mayhaps the Winchesters had left for a case, shopping, no telling. Castiel makes a mental note to call them and explain his return once he’s rested a moment or two.

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⠀─┈ 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒆 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆.
starter.┊@PIEANDHUNTING.

Missed phone calls. Avoided messages. Time alone. It had all accumulated to an end, the end of his once claimed vacation. It was time to get back in the business; time to talk out what needed to »

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« be spoken -- forgiveness needed to be reached, or further ignored as it was per usual when it came to the brothers.

Regardless, here he was, the seraph’s booted heels venturing into the bunker in silence. The drive hadn’t been too long, duffel bag on his shoulder as he »