where the fuck is you, romeo
Fuck you, the original line in Romeo and Juliet is “Wherefore art thou”. And maybe if you stopped being an assumption-making bag of fucking asshole, you’d know that wherefore does NOT FUCKING MEAN “WHERE”, WHEREFORE MEANS “WHY”.
SHE’S ASKING WHY HIS NAME IS ROMEO. FUCK ALL OF YOU. FUCK ALL OF YOU HARD UP THE TOENAIL. I TAKE MY SHAKESPEARE SERIOUSLY AS TITS.
why the fuck is you romeo
When tragedy strikes late one Californian night, author C.J. Novak searches for a place to start his life anew. The long road filled with shadows and doubts take him to Nires Island, a small fishing town off the coast of Maine where the food is good and the neighbors are polite. But when nightmares of drowning threaten the fragile threads of Castiel’s sanity, the picturesque shores of Autumn Hollow don’t look quite so pretty any more. The dead walk, the vengeful haunt, the darkness stalks, and Dean Winchester may be more than just the shady mechanic who somehow manages to destroy Castiel’s defenses.
Via long live the queen
I like how Jensen ends up next to Misha
it’s like Jared and Jensen are filming the scene or at least trying the marks or whatever
Then that’s done and Jensen looks over and sees Misha there
And starts walking oh so toward him, lalal
A little more
"I don’t like when you don’t pay attention to me"
And they end up throwing tennis balls off the roof which could or could have not been for visual effects (i don’t remember that ep very well)
here’s Misha throwing stuff at homeless people (by which I mean being a real life angel and giving them food)
Via warms the cockles of my heart
P r a y i n g
Praying was something one was supposed to do alone.It was something that was supposed to bring you peace, hope, contentment. Yet lately Dean had forgotten about that important part of the process. He thought that if he could yell at the heavens in need that the bird upon his shoulder would magically appear like he had always done. Yet days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months. He had never stopped trying to get Castiel to come to him, just to exchange a look would be all that he needed to make it through another year.
However the lower bumps he kept hitting, the heavier everything began to feel upon his shoulders. Atlas could hold the world, not the Universe. Dean had began to see things on hunts that reminded him of the angel. The environment, a smell, the way someone that looked at him or even turned a phrase. The angel was constantly on his mind.
He and Sam had passed a large and glorious catholic church on the way into town. The blues of the stained glass windows reminded him of Castiel’s eyes, the worn darken stones of his hair. The rumble of the storm clouds in the distance had even began to remind him of the way the supernatural beings voice sounded.
It was not until later when his brother and himself had gotten to the motel room. Sam had passed out almost as soon as his face hit the pillows, but Dean. Dean still felt like he had to wash last nights disappointments from his skin.
So there he was drawing a hot bath while pealing off his close and murmuring softly to no one in particular. ” I could’ve sworn I seen you today, but Hell I would’ve made an ass of myself if I’d called out and it wasn’t you.” the pants and boxers had been dropped first. ” It’s really hard talkin’ to someone when they don’t respond… ever.” he’s tugging his shirt off over his head and tossing it into the sink before sitting on the side of the tub. ” It’s like you’re more of an imaginary friend now or somethin, maybe a little like the notebook or some shit.” he’s emitting a weak laugh of amusement while finishing pulling off his socks.
Dean’s hands come up to rest on the back of his neck before he scrubs at the top of his head. ” Castiel, Buddy. I need you.” he smiles very faintly as he turns to push his sore body into the tub. “I know I say that every time I talk to you, but, seems like I’m loosin’ it here, ya know?” he’s frowning and tipping his head back against the tiled wall. ” Jus’——C’mon man just let me know your alive.” he’s closing his eyes. “…Cas”
It felt like an electrical pop had occurred in the air and it had fluctuated near the end of tub. Dean’s eyes automatically snapped open to see Cas trying to stand in the tub, his footing lost possibly due to the unexpected water being there. Dean’s quickly lifting his legs and his hands to try and catch the angel to cushion the fall as he falls back onto him.
There was a brief moment when they exchanged an awkward look, neither of them expecting that this was what had occurred. Yet, Dean was relaxing his body. His arms draped around Castiel’s shoulders as if it were second nature.
”Dean?" the voice came out sounding like a muffled purr.
"—— you’re alive." Dean muttered just above a whisper as he pulled the angel closer. " You friggin’ dick." Dean hesitated at first, but the brush of there noses together and the heaviness of Cas’ breath made him push onward to press plush chapped lips to the thinner pair.
" Don’t ever do that to me again."
” I wont.”