undeanlich:

a primer for the small weird loves, richard siken.  

alaynestone:

i. he will take you, if you run, he will chase you, because he is the LORD. ii. muddy water, heaven’s son, you are the bullet, you are the gun. iii. in place of the sun, in place of the moon, a terrible light will flood every room. iv. the one you light your fires to keep away is crawling out upon its belly, and all you have to do is say yes. v. it’s your choice, your choice, your choice, your choice, peace or annihilation. vi. when the light in your eyes goes out for the last time, when your mind is open. vii. lanterns illumine me, burning the memory, rise innocent. viii. slaughter me, slaughter you, divinity is upon you. ix. i invade you now, i fade you out, i made you now, i erase you now. x. you say take a look around. if there’s a god, then he must be asleep.
for   archangel   michael’s   holy   vessel    ///    8tracks

always-keep-writing:

Oh, won’t you come with me
And a-take my hand?

idjitsaviors:

#celebratingdean | Week 3: Divinity

He wants to carve me up
into something metallic
something sharp

itsyaboideanwinchester:

❝Free will is an illusion, Dean.
That’s why you’re going to say yes.❞

alaynestone:

#celebratingdean   -   week 3: divinity
it’s okay, baby.  it’s all okay.  angels are watching over you.

always-keep-writing:

AU’S NOBODY ASKED FOR | for @celebratingdean​

The Colt fails.

Lucifer looks at him with Sam’s kind eyes and walks away in a blast of lightning, leaving Dean with nothing more than an useless piece of metal and cold bodies to burn.

That’s when hopelessness is supposed to kick in, Dean supposes but the familiar hollowness never comes, even when he closes Castiel’s eyes forever and lights the final match.

He feels wrath instead. A cold, terrifying, murderous wrath.

A righteous one.

The sun is setting when the man - the angel - comes to him with a spear in his hand and a face that looks set in stone (almost like Dean’s father, maybe, in some kind of twisted projection). Dean doesn’t ask why now. He doesn’t beg. The only thing that matters now is the fury that coils under his heart.

Michael’s eyes are hard on him.

This time, when he asks, Dean says yes.

(End!verse AU: Michael comes to Dean after his failed attempt at killing the Devil.)

organafinn:

♕ – “And thus the Boy King gave his loyal brother the perfect gift, the Prince of Heaven himself.“ 

organafinn:

♕ Michean Demon AU:

There is no good left in me.

You’re wrong. 

[ — Demon!Dean knows he lost his humanity long ago. Michael thinks there is still hope.  {previous parts} ]

organafinn:

♕ Michean Demon AU: [ —  previous parts ]

“Did you ever loved me?”

“I still do.”

“Then why?”