2headedsnake:

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Rene Almanza

Within seconds of arriving in purgatory, Castiel was stolen away. Who are you? he asked of his captors. They looked familiar but distorted, like someone seen through intaglio glass. 
Your brothers, they answered. Your sisters. All your brethren who died by your hand.
What do you want?
Justice.

2headedsnake:

ozartsetc.com

Rene Almanza

Within seconds of arriving in purgatory, Castiel was stolen away. Who are you? he asked of his captors. They looked familiar but distorted, like someone seen through intaglio glass. 

Your brothers, they answered. Your sisters. All your brethren who died by your hand.

What do you want?

Justice.

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dawnawakened:

by Eddi Ger

The night before Daphne met Emmanuel, she had a very strange dream.

dawnawakened:

by Eddi Ger

The night before Daphne met Emmanuel, she had a very strange dream.

(via issafly)

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It is never peaceful here, but sometimes it is beautiful.

It is never peaceful here, but sometimes it is beautiful.

(via hospital--eyes)

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hypna:

Life of Grass by Mathilde Roussel
Organic sculptures made of soil and wheat grass seeds.

Don’t go into the long grass. 

hypna:

Life of Grass by Mathilde Roussel

Organic sculptures made of soil and wheat grass seeds.

Don’t go into the long grass. 

(via txhxt)

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It surprises Dean that purgatory has a sun. In hell there is no sun, and in heaven, the sun is only a piece of your memory. It boggles the mind to think of this place as a patch on a planet, a monster planet, orbiting a giant ball of gas. How strange that even here there might be solar systems and galaxies and stars.
Or maybe there aren’t. Maybe here the sun really is a god on chariot being pulled across the sky by dragons. Purgatory’s sunlight is weak and does not warm. Must be a poor excuse of a god, if that is what it is.

It surprises Dean that purgatory has a sun. In hell there is no sun, and in heaven, the sun is only a piece of your memory. It boggles the mind to think of this place as a patch on a planet, a monster planet, orbiting a giant ball of gas. How strange that even here there might be solar systems and galaxies and stars.

Or maybe there aren’t. Maybe here the sun really is a god on chariot being pulled across the sky by dragons. Purgatory’s sunlight is weak and does not warm. Must be a poor excuse of a god, if that is what it is.

(via fadednights)

YOU GIVE UP THIS POISONOUS DREAM. YOU COME HOME.

(Source: bluerubyrock, via morwens)

And on the other side of the mountains, the sea.
Dean doesn’t need to be told to stay away from the water.

And on the other side of the mountains, the sea.

Dean doesn’t need to be told to stay away from the water.

(via percevoir)


Marco Calabrese

The mountains are dangerous and unpredictable, but better than whatever the hell was in those woods.

Marco Calabrese

The mountains are dangerous and unpredictable, but better than whatever the hell was in those woods.

(Source: overdosage, via hovikstad)

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“Even after getting my grace back, it wasn’t a case of ‘going back’ to being an angel. It wasn’t regression, just more forward movement. I fell and this was my body. I needed no vessel. This was all of me, and I used to wonder what I was, what that meant.” Anna smiles wryly at him. “Guess I’m a monster.”

Then maybe ‘monster’ is a misnomer, Castiel wants to say. Maybe this place has been miscategorized. The only angel who kept her human soul has confused the workings of the afterlife and so she has been dumped here as a kind of ‘none of the above’. It means nothing. (It means everything.)

Castiel says, “It’s still good to see you.”

This time her smile is genuine, though tired. “It’s good to see you too, brother.”

(Source: souralpha, via fuckyeahspnsupportings)

callowyn:

softerworld:

A Softer World: 818
(Or anyway I might get arrested)

But fuckyeahspnandpoetry will try its damnedest.

I don’t think I reblogged anything advertising this awesome blog yet, but hey guys,  fuckyeahspnandpoetry is an awesome blog.

callowyn:

softerworld:

A Softer World: 818

(Or anyway I might get arrested)

But fuckyeahspnandpoetry will try its damnedest.

I don’t think I reblogged anything advertising this awesome blog yet, but hey guys,  fuckyeahspnandpoetry is an awesome blog.

#sunrise in purgatory or the flared grace of a dying angel?#Dean’s not gonna wait to find out 
Dean starts walking, but Cas doesn’t. He’s still standing rooted to the spot, frowning at where the light faded.
“Cas,” Dean says. “Come on.”
When Cas looks at him, it’s like someone resurfacing from dark water. He starts walking after Dean, but he keeps looking at his shoulder every few steps, worried or hopeful, Dean can’t tell.

#sunrise in purgatory or the flared grace of a dying angel?#Dean’s not gonna wait to find out 

Dean starts walking, but Cas doesn’t. He’s still standing rooted to the spot, frowning at where the light faded.

“Cas,” Dean says. “Come on.”

When Cas looks at him, it’s like someone resurfacing from dark water. He starts walking after Dean, but he keeps looking at his shoulder every few steps, worried or hopeful, Dean can’t tell.

(Source: furys, via saltfree)

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serricoj:

euclase:

The Throne by Michaël Brack

Dante got one thing right: there are angels in Purgatory. Living ones, sealed up there by God at the moment of their creation. Made specifically to be the caretakers of that realm.
Cas is fascinated by them. Technically, they’re his brothers and sisters—now the few remaining living siblings he can claim—but they’re far from angelic. Their lives here, among the monsters, wholly cut off from all the rest of Creation, have made them…different.
They’re fascinated by Cas, as well. He’s the reason their realm was empty for a time; he’s the reason they had to be alone there for the first time since they came into existence. And, eventually, he was the reason all the souls of Purgatory came back.
Dean intrigues them, too. They’ve never seen a human soul before.

serricoj:

euclase:

The Throne by Michaël Brack

Dante got one thing right: there are angels in Purgatory. Living ones, sealed up there by God at the moment of their creation. Made specifically to be the caretakers of that realm.

Cas is fascinated by them. Technically, they’re his brothers and sisters—now the few remaining living siblings he can claim—but they’re far from angelic. Their lives here, among the monsters, wholly cut off from all the rest of Creation, have made them…different.

They’re fascinated by Cas, as well. He’s the reason their realm was empty for a time; he’s the reason they had to be alone there for the first time since they came into existence. And, eventually, he was the reason all the souls of Purgatory came back.

Dean intrigues them, too. They’ve never seen a human soul before.

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victoriousvocabulary:

CATALEPSY
[noun]
(from Greek, κατάληψις “catch”); a nervous condition characterised by muscular rigidity and fixity of posture regardless of external stimuli, as well as decreased sensitivity to pain. Catalepsy is also a term used by hypnotists to refer to the state of making a hypnotised subject’s arm, leg or back rigid. “Arm catalepsy” is often a pre-hypnotic test performed prior to an induction into a full trance.

Castiel claims Jimmy bit by bit.

victoriousvocabulary:

CATALEPSY

[noun]

(from Greek, κατάληψις “catch”); a nervous condition characterised by muscular rigidity and fixity of posture regardless of external stimuli, as well as decreased sensitivity to pain. Catalepsy is also a term used by hypnotists to refer to the state of making a hypnotised subject’s arm, leg or back rigid. “Arm catalepsy” is often a pre-hypnotic test performed prior to an induction into a full trance.

Castiel claims Jimmy bit by bit.

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