I enjoy exploring abandoned places and the smell of a forest right after it rains. Also, I'm still bitter over the fact that Pluto is no longer considered a planet.
You'll find a lot of Supernatural, BBC Sherlock, Doctor Who, Merlin, Teen Wolf, and Star Trek related things on this blog. I also make personal posts when I feel the need to do so. Basically, I post whatever I want to.
Dean: I wish I knew how to quit yo-...why are you setting up a tent for us here, Cas? Should't we be killing monsters or something? ...Why? ...Cas?
Cas: We're not supposed to talk about what happens inside the tent, Dean.
My T'hy'la
★ ★ ★★★★★★★ ★★
This is still a better love story than Twilight
Anyone want to be e-mail pals? I haven’t had any in a very long time and I want a few to write to now. Anyone interested?
“Dean.” Castiel’s annoyance with the hunter was clear in his voice. “I don’t know where I am. Well, I am in a hospital. But my nurse sounds like he’s from Britain and I haven’t seen anyone else since I’ve woken up.”
“Great. He doesn’t know me yet,” Rory murmured. “The Doctor messed up the timing. Again.” He stood outside the angel’s room, listening to his conversation with Dean.
Castiel didn’t say anything for a while, only listening intently to the voice on the other end of the phone, nodding every now and then.
“Yes,” he said. “I suppose I could talk to him. But he seems a bit weird. When he entered the room he just stared at me like I wasn’t from this world.” He rolled his eyes when Dean responded, quickly said goodbye and hung up.
Rory entered the room a few seconds later, trying not to stare too intently at the disheveled man in the bed. “Hello. I’m Rory Williams. I don’t believe we’ve met before,” he said, extending his hand. “But I know you. You’re Castiel, an angel of the Lord, and I am here to help you.”
This time it was Castiel who couldn’t do anything but to stare at this peculiar human being.
Castiel looked at the Doctor, who was still pointing his screwdriver at him. Whether it was for protection or as a threat, he would never truly know. They continued to just stand there for a few seconds, old eyes locked onto older eyes.
“Doctor, please.” Castiel’s voice was soft, a small smile creeping across his lips. It was the first time the Doctor had ever seen him this relaxed. “There is no need for you to worry or to be afraid. I’m still just Castiel.”
“No, you’re really not,” the Doctor replied, frowning slightly, sadness spreading in his eyes. “And you haven’t been for a very, very long time.”
“Don’t make the same mistakes I made,” the Doctor tried to reason. But Castiel, still high on the souls within him, was just standing there. “Don’t think that just because you’re the last one, the strongest and the one with the most power, you can do whatever you want.”
“Why shouldn’t I, Doctor,” the angel replied, a smug grin plastered across his face. “I am God now.” He walked towards the Doctor, his eyes never leaving his. “You should bow down to me. You should trust me. You should love me.”
But the Doctor just stared back at him, astonished by the words that had just left Castiel’s mouth. “You may be God,” he almost growled. “But I am the Time Lord Victorious. And if I have to stop you, I will.”
“When a good man goes to war,” Cas murmurmed. “That’s what they say, isn’t it? Now tell me, Doctor. Don’t good men have awfully many rules?”
The Doctor met Castiel’s gaze, staring back with as much confidence and determination as he could muster. “Good men don’t need rules.”
Well, it’s taken over Misha’s life too.
