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DEAN WINCHESTER
voice. video. text. action.
un: Robert Plant

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Date: 2022-03-07 09:45 pm (UTC)
dirtytrenchcoat: (normal: sitting)
From: [personal profile] dirtytrenchcoat
that's fine with me.

Did something happen?

Date: 2022-03-08 12:19 am (UTC)
dirtytrenchcoat: (antibiotical(5))
From: [personal profile] dirtytrenchcoat
There seems to be a lot of those.
Guy things.

Date: 2022-03-08 12:27 am (UTC)
dirtytrenchcoat: (upset: solemn)
From: [personal profile] dirtytrenchcoat
That's too much to follow.

[Especially when that thing didn't seem to get in the way of Dean calling him flaccid and limp before.]

But regardless - thanks for texting me. I know you're only a few rooms away. I can feel you... but it helped me get my mind off of what I can't control. For now.

Date: 2022-03-08 01:59 am (UTC)
dirtytrenchcoat: (pic#15426965)
From: [personal profile] dirtytrenchcoat
Neither are you.

Date: 2022-03-08 03:03 am (UTC)
dirtytrenchcoat: (normal: riding)
From: [personal profile] dirtytrenchcoat
Goodnight, Dean.
You should sleep while sleep might still find you.

Date: 2022-03-08 03:10 am (UTC)
dirtytrenchcoat: (pic#10281396)
From: [personal profile] dirtytrenchcoat
No

[Castiel signs off of the network after that, sets his device down, and picks up his book. He feels far off, too big for these bones and his body and this city, but like with everything those feelings dilute when he thinks about Dean.

Dean, who even now is trying to help him despite dealing with the same and it calms him enough to allow him to wade past those thoughts and focus mindlessly on the fiction.]

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