Castiel looked at Dean. He had seen that look many times before. Dean just wanted his apple pie life. They hadn’t hunted regularly in almost 5 years. Things had been happening, and him and Sam met up with the angel to fight evil once more. He saw the sad look in his eyes. The look that said he had lost almost everything. Hadn’t he been through enough?
Dean just shrugged it off, walking into the bar. Sam followed. He always had feelings for Dean, ever since he pulled him from Hell. It took a lot to do, and he knew there were greater plans. It wasn’t his time.
“Dean…”
~~
Castiel sat on the couch next to him. His human looked over, a small smile on his face.
“Hey Cas..”
“Hello Dean.”
He leans in and places a soft kiss on his husbands face. It was like he was perfected by God, made by the angels in Heaven. Except, he really was. His purpose on Earth was to help out the Winchester’s. Who knew it would go this far?
“How are you?”
Dean didn’t normally talk about his feelings. It wasn’t really that uncommon. After all the poor guy went through, Castiel was just happy he still spoke.
“I’m pretty good,” he said pulling the angel over his lap, “I have my angel, and my other angel, and no monsters are hiding in the closets.” Dean smiled. It was a smile he’d never forget.
The little girl sat on the floor playing with her toys, almost an angelic glow. They still weren’t sure if she was part angel or not, but they’d have to wait to find out.
~~
He had watched so many relationships fail. Castiel wanted Dean to be happy and the only way he saw that was when it was him, the angel, and the boy with demon blood. They were a family.
“I would like to talk to you about things.”
“Like what?”
“I have spoken to Sam. I believe I am in love with you..”
I need him for Sassy or Samifer.
Elizabeth “Lizzie” McBride
status: Available | age: 17 | species: Skinwalker
background: Turned by her ex boyfriend at the age of 15, Elizabeth “Lizzie” McBride packed up her belongings and fled her home. Born into a family of ruthless hunters, getting turned into one of the things she despised and hunted by her idiot ex-who her family didn’t like to begin with-was not exactly on her “To do” list. Valuing her own life a little bit more than she probably should, she took off towards Lima from Chicago, and is currently living with a family friend just off the outskirts of the town.
She was learning to use her powers wisely and only take hearts from the recently deceased- Killing was never her thing- so that she could find some sort of humanity in her plight. Lizzie never really remembers what happens when she transforms, so when she catches wind of two skinwalkers in town-one of them being recently turned-she’s both exited and immensely guilty.
A normally quirky and funny gal, Lizzie is prone to bouts of quiet and moments of seriousness, which throw most people that know her for a loop- even if they have known her for years.
ships: Any
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Elizabeth “Lizzie” McBride
status: Available | age: 17 | species: Skinwalker
background: Turned by her ex boyfriend at the age of 15, Elizabeth “Lizzie” McBride packed up her belongings and fled her home. Born into a family of ruthless hunters, getting turned into one of the things she despised and hunted by her idiot ex-who her family didn’t like to begin with-was not exactly on her “To do” list. Valuing her own life a little bit more than she probably should, she took off towards Lima from Chicago, and is currently living with a family friend just off the outskirts of the town.
She was learning to use her powers wisely and only take hearts from the recently deceased- Killing was never her thing- so that she could find some sort of humanity in her plight. Lizzie never really remembers what happens when she transforms, so when she catches wind of two skinwalkers in town-one of them being recently turned-she’s both exited and immensely guilty.
A normally quirky and funny gal, Lizzie is prone to bouts of quiet and moments of seriousness, which throw most people that know her for a loop- even if they have known her for years.
ships: Any
Dean. Sam. The Impala. Everyone knows and loves them for who they are- The Abbot and Costello of the hunter community. For years now they’ve been saving people, hunting things. The Family Business.
So, what exactly brings them to McKinley High, home of everyone’s favorite band of misfits, the Glee kids? Disguised as the newest members to the faculty, it’s up to you to find out.
Little do they know, McKinley and it’s Glee kids aren’t what they seem.
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Dean. Sam. The Impala. Everyone knows and loves them for who they are- The Abbot and Costello of the hunter community. For years now they’ve been saving people, hunting things. The Family Business.
So, what exactly brings them to McKinley High, home of everyone’s favorite band of misfits, the Glee kids? Disguised as the newest members to the faculty, it’s up to you to find out.
Little do they know, McKinley and it’s Glee kids aren’t what they seem.
Dean. Sam. The Impala. Everyone knows and loves them for who they are- The Abbot and Costello of the hunter community. For years now they’ve been saving people, hunting things. The Family Business.
So, what exactly brings them to McKinley High, home of everyone’s favorite band of misfits, the Glee kids? Disguised as the newest members to the faculty, it’s up to you to find out.
Little do they know, McKinley and it’s Glee kids aren’t what they seem.
We welcome you into the small city of Lawrence, Kansas. There are perfect little houses all in a row, down a well paved street. Well groomed yards, as green as ever, lay side by side. This was picture perfect from an outside eye. A local bar owner, Ellen Harvelle, comments, “You’d think it came right out of a movie. Every one’s got their own little Martha Stewart house.” As you drive through, you can see everyone’s small personal flair. Within the community also resides a young man, Chuck Shurley adds, “It’s nice to um, be yourself. No one here really judges you.” He speaks the truth. This neighborhood lives judgment free. However, everyone has their secrets, right?
Come join the small commune within Lawrence. Where you’re free to roam the streets without a care in the world. Just, don’t stay out too late.
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