Wild is the Wind

Air Planes

Hey!!! Hope everyone in the US and who ever celebrates Thanksgiving I hope you had a good one. Even though this is late lol. This song is I think it's gonna rain today. Original by Nina Simone. Though i really freaking love it by Tom Odell check it out it's worth it.

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are shooting stars

I could really use a wish right now

Wish right now

Wish right now...

Dean

I think it's fucking hilarious how one person can affect the way you feel by not even saying a word. When they sit in the room, when they fall asleep, even when they breath the same damn oxygen not saying a word, it affects you.

That's how it was with when Cas was sitting on the couch. Also when he smiled or slept or did anything.

With out him here I had nothing to do except twiddle my thumbs, drink, and wonder if I should call Sam.

Sam. I hadn't talked too him since I was unhonorably discharged from the marines. He had gotten in a huge fight with Mom the last time. I could still remember when he told her that he'd rather "be the devil himself than have a mother who rejected him" because he didn't wanted to be in the family business.

Me and Sam. He hadn't talked to any of the family since he left. I don't understand why not me; he probably thinks if me upset with him for making his own choice. I wouldn't be angry with him, I never was.

Anyway I'm gay.

My parents didn't take that too well. Especially my old man. No, he fucking flipped out and sent me to the marines to "make a man out of me".

Yeah alright Dad, news flash,

This isn't fucking Mulan.

Castiel

Coffee went exceptionally well with Dolan. I mean this time when he got pissed, he didn't throw a coffee pot. Like last time.

I told him that I didn't know if I wanted to move back in and it escalated from there.

"You might as well, you couldn't do any better."

His words still bounced around in my head. That's when it got vocal. I told him that he was just a messed up psychopath and he needed to leave me the hell alone.

He did hit me. Got police escorted. Then I bailed him out and he told me it was all my fucking fault instead of thanking me.

He's a really great guy.

And I'm a really dumb fuck for ever trusting him.

So now I was on a plane looking out the window getting looked at strange because of my black eye.

All I could think about was how much I couldn't stand Dolan.

And Dean.

Dean fucking Winchester.

I can't even say why. It was extremely impossible to not think about him.

What was worse is that the last time I fell asleep on the plane, I had a dream.

Not very appropriate at that matter either. I mean I was thrilled that it wasn't a nightmare about Dolan but it's not a dream I should be having in a public area.