There are things in life that Dean has never learned to appreciate as much as he should.

This comes to him one night as he sighs and sags into his nest of freshly laundered pillows, blankets, and sheets. They radiated a warmth- not a gross, damp warmth like the kind he felt whenever he was outside after a good rain, but a crisp, comforting heat that ( Read more... )

Dean is not an idle man.

It’s impossible for him to sit still for long periods of time without lapsing into an irritated, fidgeting mess. He likes to think that this is because he is a hunter, and because he is a hunter, that any time spent doing nothing is just an open invitation to being attacked by one of the many things that go bump in the ( Read more... )

Dean is the sun, and Castiel is the moon- after all, that's how it should be ( Read more... )

Dean keeps replaying the moment in his head ( Read more... )

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I finally joined the mysterious beyond that is Livejournal!

Mysterious beyond, not so much.

Anyway, yeah. I'm getting used to it, slowly, but at least I'm getting there at all!

Now to post that Destiel fanmix I made.