#I enjoyed the stage of their relationship where Cas was basically just one long internal eyeroll #and occasionally external  

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Paint your palette blue and grey, look out on a summer’s day, with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils, catch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen land. Now I understand what you tried to say to me and how you suffered for your sanity, and how you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they’ll listen now.

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I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I detect a note of forgiveness.

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i’ll just be a sound you heard
i’ll be a foreign word

it’s me and your type of blue, 
and I leave that here with you

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schellys-mysteryanon | -wondersmith:

Yeah I need more fics in which the roles are reserved. Please.

Castiel begins to wonder what kind of God would send an angel like Dean.  In fact, he’s beginning to wonder what kind of angel Dean even was.  He had only known the angel for maybe three minutes and he could already tell he wasn’t going to like him.

“I’m an angel and I pulled your ass outta hell,” Dean grinned, “Couldn’t you tell?’

“Oh, you mean by this?” Castiel struggled with his coat and sweater, but eventually he pulls them down and lifts up his white t-shirt, showing a flaming red handprint on his shoulder.

“In my defense…” Dean started, “You were struggling.  It was like you didn’t want to be saved or something.”

Castiel looked down, pulling his layers back on.  He didn’t.  After what he’d done… Dean was at his side in an instant.

“Look, you’re important,” Dean said, “Really, really, important.  So you just need to suck it up and accept your destiny.”

“And I suppose you’re my personal angel?” Castiel mused on that.

“I’m a soldier of heaven wise guy,” Dean snapped, “Don’t think I’m just gonna perch on your shoulder and tell you what to do.  You ain’t the only human out there.”

“You pulled me out, you marked me, and you’re not my angel?” Castiel huffed.

“I don’t belong to anyone,” Dean growled, vanishing in a rustle of feathers.

Castiel moaned.  That could have gone a lot better.

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