Did you really believe everything would still be the same? ♦
It shouldn’t be this easy to hold the stars.
Dean has both hands on Cas’s face as his breathing slows. He stays quiet, breathing in the quick little huffs of air that escape Cas’s lungs, but he can feel his mind racing. He moves his fingers, no more than an inch, until the tips of them are rubbing at Cas’s temples. He’s always surprised by how perfectly his hands fit to the curve of Cas’s cheeks; like his palms had been crafted by someone with intimate knowledge of the once-angel’s face.
Which, now that he thinks about it, isn’t all that crazy of an idea.
Some of my favorite artwork by Euclase
ajdksajdka where did you find that bottom one. bless your
this thanksgiving im thankful for all the cool friends this dumb website gave me
that one person who whenever they come online you just
i smell friend
the best sort of friendship is when you can have entire conversations in caps lock without even questioning it