I’ve seen the first image go around with captions about how this is what L most likely looks like, given that L is a quarter Japanese and three quarters European. But this whole image set by Bobby Raffin is way too cute! The awkward images at the end just suit L so perfectly and they’re unsettling in a way that gives the perfect impression of just how uncomfortable and bizarre a presence L is to be around.
Which is a roundabout way of saying I have the weirdest boner right now.
Oh hot DAMN
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- Track Name: Carry On My Wayward Son - Lullaby with Vocals (Stormy Edit)
I was listening to the original post as it was storming outside and I thought it was beautiful so I tried my best to recreate it.
SERIOUSLY HOW MUCH MORE BEAUTIFUL CAN THIS SONG GET?!
The rain isn’t as heavy anymore, but its droplets still matte Castiel’s hair to his forehead as he approaches the two boys.
Dean is half on top of Sam, his hand still on his cheek from when he’d tried to wake his brother. Dean doesn’t know, but Castiel senses that there was still some life left in Sam then. Now, it has all trickled out of him in crimson liquid.
The rain has washed most of the blood away, and Castiel is thankful for that.
He kneels down beside them, gently rolling Dean’s limp form off his brother.
Dean jerks, opening his eyes wide to stare at Castiel. “Cas,” he coughs, blood trickling out the corner of his mouth. Castiel realises he must be drowning in the liquid, it filling his lungs instead of air.
Castiel brushes Dean’s hair off his face, hushing him. “It’s okay, Dean. You did well.”
“Didn’t… Sammy, he…” Dean trails off, eyes fluttering shut once more as his energy leaves him.
Before Castiel knows what he’s doing, he starts to sing. He sings the first song that comes to his mind when he looks at the two—these two brothers, still so young, that have given everything to do what is right.
“Carry on my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more…”
Castiel doesn’t know when Dean takes his last breath, but once the song is completed, he closes the boy’s eyes and brushes a careful, light kiss to each of his eyelids.
“You did well,” Castiel says softly, and gets up. As he walks away, he thinks the tears on his face must just be raindrops.
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