Ao3 Quotes

It was all so painless, falling in love with Dean.

Forget looking angry; Dean Winchester was positively predatory.

I saw you, and I knew I would never really say goodnight to you,” he finished on a murmur. “Not really. It just didn’t seem right to say goodbye to you, or goodnight…

Elvis played.

We… grew up...” he sighed, shrugging weakly. It was an excusal for both of them. “We were…very young, Dean…and the world…asked a lot of us.

To all my readers, from the AO3 days to where we are now." -Dedication Page

Cas held his drink high as he navigated the crowd.

But I can't help falling in love with you," he sang softly, almost a whisper, and Cas could feel his cheeks going red; he felt almost giddy. "You baffle me, Dean Winchester.

Is he who you think about? When you’re scared? Cas?” “Don’t say his name here,” Dean whispered harshly, “Don’t do that. Not here.

People like Cas say ‘see you then’,

What I mean to tell you is that I think you're very brave for standing up to your family. It takes incredible courage to grow up to be someone different than who our parents want us to be.

..Now all he had was the crimson blood, a color he would run from for the rest of his life. He saw something that day, the true form of the boy that had taken up his mind; And in that same hour, he saw that boy disappear. Who has forever anyway?

Sometimes, after a really important thing has happened - when you feel absolutely certain that the very core of life has been shaken, that something fundamental has been dramatically, irrevocably altered - then there is nothing more unsettling than finding that everything appears exactly the same.

A redhead lied in a hospital like a vegetable, eyes pure white and limbs unmoving. An ex-basketball player gripped her hand as he sobbed uncontrollably, despite knowing full well she couldn’t feel a thing. He waited for the monster to take him too as the clock chimed. A man they’d grown to know as their babysitter lied still on the ground, limbs twisted up like a pretzel. A beautiful girl with a brilliant mind had her eyes rolled back into her skull, her body bent in various ways. A man who got lost along the way sat against the wall, waiting for the drugs to finish him off. A friend with hair longer than anyone else’s joined him, cause he wouldn’t let him be alone. A curly haired boy soon meets the same fate as his brother; bats rip into his body until nothing is left. A boy with a heart too big for his body lies still until he bleeds out; he’d rather take himself off the board then let the villain have his way. A boy, once so sweet and gentle, got overwhelmed with his rage and joined the other side. A town got corrupted, and everything began to die.

Sometimes, when you had the Quaffle in hand but the goalposts straight ahead were blocked by Beaters and Bludgers and Keepers, then the best thing to do was to come at it from a different angle.

Come on. Say you love me too.

He didn't want to cry anymore, because crying wasn't going to bring him back. But the bed felt so empty without him, and the apartment was so quiet without his screams, without the constant reminder that he was right there.

We did our best…we gave it…our best try…and it was…really beautiful.

I love you. Crash. I love you - Crash. I love –

Cas died on a Thursday. It was sunny. Late afternoon. Beautiful California weather.

It was like watching flowers open in slow motion.

…and there, right there beside me, that was you…

Well shake it up, baby, now," he began to sing, but before he could any further, he was interrupted by the roar of an engine that nearly had him jumping out of his shoes. He stopped abruptly and turned on his heels, his eyes first meeting a wheel, and the further they traveled up, the more he recognized. It was a motorcycle, the color dark, but he also recognized who was on it. His eyes continued up, and he stopped when he reached the face, and even in the dull light of the street lamp he could see the green eyes of Dean Winchester.

Need a ride?" he spoke loud enough to be heard over the engine, and Cas blinked, looking around him before looking back at Dean. "Yeah, you. You're the only one standing there.

And it was sort of weird at first, because Castiel didn’t remember what he was supposed to be doing, but the way that he could feel Dean smiling against his lips made his legs feel weak, and the way that he could feel Dean's hips against his own made his head swim.

It would be better for all of us if you left. Rachel can’t grow up around that sort of thing. That sort of thing. Like being gay was a hobby.

You're serious, huh?" "Dead serious." "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, too.

It was a mistake, spilled milk, clean it up, no use crying, right?

I ain’t seen my lady in thirteen months and I’m scared as hell! Wonder what she’s gonna look like…you ever worry you won’t recognize any of them?” Dean wanted to say no, but he couldn’t, so he just smiled instead. He wasn’t afraid of not recognizing Cas. Dean was far more afraid Cas wouldn’t recognize him.

I’m poison,” he muttered. “It’ll get you.

To all my readers, from the AO3 days to where we are now. The Adam and Olive cameo is for you.