[ castiel is hancock, he weakens when in the presence of his immortal lover man friend. ]
You guys are like the Three Musketeers.
[ the smile she offers is small, weak with missing her mother and knowing that that shitty hardware store was their last stand, surrounded by nails and keys that didn't belong to anyone's home.
(turned out ace really was the helpful hardware place.)
except she can't keep the smile up and she's intensely grateful that it's castiel who found her and not sam or dean because she couldn't stand the indignity of crying in front of them but when the tears well up and slip and slide down her cheeks, in front of this strange, unnerving angel, she doesn't really care. ]
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immortal loverman friend. ]You guys are like the Three Musketeers.
[ the smile she offers is small, weak with missing her mother and knowing that that shitty hardware store was their last stand, surrounded by nails and keys that didn't belong to anyone's home.
(turned out ace really was the helpful hardware place.)
except she can't keep the smile up and she's intensely grateful that it's castiel who found her and not sam or dean because she couldn't stand the indignity of crying in front of them but when the tears well up and slip and slide down her cheeks, in front of this strange, unnerving angel, she doesn't really care. ]
It was good plan though. My plan.