Knight 👑

❛ —teach me to love ❜ ≽ zero drama tolerance. ≽ multi-verse. multi-ship. ≽ descriptive. literate. 18+ ≽ ships with chem. RT?

Scoops up @TrenchcoatedBee, laying him atop his chest, a hand brushing through the little ones hair before protectively holding him. “Sleep time, little man.”

Dean’s head tilted and he frowned. “How ‘bout some dinosaur crackers? Can’t have a real dinosaur, baby. It’ll eat your lil head off.” xitter.cf/trenchcoatedbee/status…

“Hiya beautiful.” He tucked him against his side, strolling toward the kitchen. “Why ya cryin’, lil man?” xitter.cf/trenchcoatedbee/status…

Lifts the little baby up into his arms. “Heya, Cassie. Why’re you so sad? What’s the matter, cutiepie?” xitter.cf/trenchcoatedbee/status…

— This might sound.. weird.. but if you’re gonna sleep.. can you just- can you sleep in my room? My dumbass thinks the second I let go of you, you’re gonna disintegrate- So, just to.. give me a bit of piece of mind.. would you? Please? I mean, if not that’s totally cool-”

— perf-...” His voice caught in his throat, realizing that he wouldn’t be able to hold Cas’ hand any longer; nor talk to him, if he was sleeping. It seemed sappy, but it was more of a reassurance thing. He just got Cas back, he didn’t wanna lose him again. “Actually.. um.. —

Without noticing, Dean’s grip furthered on the angel’s palm, his fingers laced perfectly between Cas’. It made it difficult to let go. Cas made it difficult to let go— in fact, he never wanted to. His angel was back and god knows what would happen if he let go. “That sounds —

— mark- it’s- it’s gone.” Part of his voice was panic; over thinking the possibilities and reasoning as to why it was gone. But the rest? Pure joy. He knew what that mark was gonna turn him into and he certainly didn’t want to be that, not now, anyways. “How did this happen?!”

— holding both arms out like it was the most miraculous thing he’d ever seen. In fact, it might have been. If only he knew the reality of it, it wouldn’t be. “—It’s /gone/.” He exhaled heavily, swiping a hand down either forearm, one after the other. “I-I just woke up, and the —

— arm causing a moment of panic. He slammed a palm on the faucet to turn it off, bolting down the hallway in simply boxers and abruptly shoving Cas’ door open. Sam wasn’t home, and somebody needed to enjoy this seeming victory with him. “Cas—” He stopped to catch his breath, —

— Dean couldn’t stand about himself. Green eyes flared hastily into the ones reflected, slowing his breathing and eventually biting back the urge to slam a fist into the glass. But at the gritting of his teeth, that’s when his eyes shifted downwards; the bare skin on his —

— anything had changed. He slumped down to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and even then, hadn’t noticed the absence of red on his forearm. It wasn’t till he looked in the mirror that it even came to mind. Most self deprecating things came that way, and the mark was one thing—

Dean would’ve never imagined what had happened over night. Despite the slight pain he’d felt whilst unconscious, he still was quick to shrug it off when he woke. Being with the mark for so long, he wasn’t overly aware of its presence and when he awoke, he didn’t feel like —