Hehe, Misha Is The Cutest Monarch I Have Ever Seen...

Some facts:

1) Black Americans created jazz. 2) Jewish Americans created comic books. 3) These things are said to be the only original American art forms.

Drabble Day 10: Fire

Dean and Castiel were on their way back to the motel when Dean noticed black smoke billowing out of a house a block down the street. Dean's heart was racing as he slammed on his brakes and pulled the car over. "Cas! Call 911!" he yells as he tears out of the car and runs up to the house. "HEY! ANYBODY HOME?!" Dean yells repeatedly as he quickly checks rooms. "Daddy! Wake up!!" Dean hears coming from upstairs. He runs up the stairs taking two at a time and bursts through the master bedroom to see a young child about 7 years old trying to wake up their parent who appears to be passed out holding a whiskey bottle. "Kid is there anybody else in the house?!" Dean asks. "Just my little sister." the child responds sniffing. "Take your sister and get out of the house! I'll get your dad! Now! Go!!" The kid runs out of the room as Dean bends down to pick up the snoring man and hoist him over his shoulder. "Ooof! Lift with your legs dumbass." Dean mutters to himself shifting the weight around. He makes his way down the stairs and sees the kid holding his little sister's hand who looks to be around 4 years old and they run out the front door.

Dean coughs and stumbles on the last step when he looks up to see Castiel catches his arm to steady his balance. "Dean, hand him over and check on the children." Dean hesitates worried. "Dean, its alright, angel remember?" Dean seems to snap himself out of it and shifts for Castiel to lift the man off his shoulder easily without an effort. Once outside Castiel lays the man on the ground and clears his blood alcohol level sobering him up. He wakes up with a jolt confused as his children are hugging him.

Meanwhile, Castiel's eyes drift over to Dean who is leaning against the impala hyperventilating with his hand on his chest. Alerted Castiel runs over to Dean and places his hand on the back of his neck to run a grace-check on his health.

His eyes soften upon realizing Dean's lungs are fine and that he's having a panic attack. "Oh Dean...everybody is fine you brave, kind soul. Breathe with me." Castiel says gently as he places Dean's hand on his chest holding it there. Castiel takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly while Dean attempts to follow along. A few minutes later Dean's breathing slows down and is almost back to normal. "Ttthanks Cas. Can we not tell Sammy about this? Fffire still triggers me." he stammers.

"Of course Dean. Lets head back. I'll drive." Castiel whispers as he leans over and places a soft kiss on his cheek while reaching into Dean's pocket and pulls out his keys.

"Why you sneaky little shit!" Dean smirks. Castiel winks at him and climbs into the driver's seat.

It never really came to my mind that people in the spn fandom don’t ship destiel…

Such a cutie, he actually looks kind of like he would be on the show the 100

I’m not even sorry that I hate John

This is probably the cutest thing I have seen all day 😍

I enjoyed this episode far too much

You don’t have a soul.

You are a soul.

You have a body.

-C.S.Lewis

Idjits

Rejected, rejected, yeah you just got rejected. R-E-J-E-C-T-E-D rejected, yeah