rage, rage against the dying of the light.
of the angels.
fandom + aesthetic blog
I’m not okay because all I can think about is Cas saying “I love you” while Dean jams the blade into his heart. Then Dean snaps out of his funk and has to hold Cas while Cas bleeds out, and has to listen to Cas repeating “I love you, I love you, it’s okay” and Dean can’t say anything, can’t breathe, because it’s finally happening and he’s dreamed of admitting to Cas how much he cares, loves him goddammit, and all he wants to do is kiss Cas until Cas can’t breathe.
He wants to shout “I’m in love with you, Cas” to the world until his voice is hoarse and his voice chords are shot.
But he can’t.
What he can do is stroke Cas’s face, fingers trembling, and listening to the shallow breaths of his angel until they…just stop.
Cas is quiet.
His hand shakes as he brushes back a strand of untamed hair, and restrains the sobs building in his chest as he gently shuts Cas’s eyes. The world is quiet. Distantly, Dean hears a grasshopper chirping in the distance. He doesn’t understand how anything is still existing when one of the best things that happened to the world stopped.
identical twins have so much power tbh last year my lab partner steve came in with pierced ears and everyone was like whoa steve when did u get them pierced and he was like i’ve had them for 3 years. i’m not steve. and he just sat down and started taking notes. the next day steve came in and was like did u guys see my brother jake yesterday lmao we switched schools