Do you guys use snapchat? I just recently was forced to download it by my friends, and I have no idea why. You just...chat using pictures? What? Why? Am I just too old for this? Wait, I can't be; I'm only 19. I dunno. Yeah, that's a thing. If you wanna add me, it's CasDesDean, as usual. It's not like I post stories or anything, but talking to people is fun(even if it is by crazy pictures).

Anyways, I've been drawing a lot, mainly because it's required as an art major, but I should eventually get into the swing of things again if I can ever get off my lazy ass and actually write XD

But in all seriousness, I've been having a lot of trouble with not wanting to do things I enjoy. It's getting to be a real issue, so I hope that it will work itself out soon.

BTW, if you want to watch amazing lectures about psychology, Jordan Peterson is amazing.

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Dean greeted Castiel at the door with a blinding smile, his eyes lighting up despite the darkness around the bottom lids from lack of sleep. Castiel returned that smile with a tired glare of betrayal at Dean's happy morning mood, grumbling even as Dean pulled him into the air conditioned house.

"Sam is still in bed. You'll have to get him up in another hour and thirty minutes," Dean explained as he collected the things he would need for work, looking at Castiel and cocking his head when Castiel watched him with dark eyes.

"You are in too good of a mood. You have never been a morning person," Castiel accused, though he had a slight twinkle in his eyes that betrayed his expression. Dean smirked, patting his back pocket to make sure his cell phone was there before pulling on his jacket.

"I'm just excited for Sam, is all. He's been dying to go to school for a year now," Dean replied, shaking his head fondly at the thought of his bright-eyed little brother when he had sent him to bed last night. He would never understand his brother's obsession with learning, but he wasn't about to dampen his passions.

Hell, maybe Sam could get a scholarship for college and Dean would never have to pay for it.

"It is a wonder that he is not already up," Castiel stated, only to look towards the staircase when he heard the creak of a door, "Never mind."

There was a pattering of feet above them, and Dean gave Castiel a pat on the shoulder, "Good luck with him," Dean said a little too smugly before he escaped from the wild excitement of the five-year-old.

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It was well into the night before Dean's car pulled into the driveway, and although an aching tiredness filled his bones, he was smiling with warmth as he switched off the engine and stepped out of the car. He was excited to hear about Sam's first day of school, and he wasn't going to let any long day at work stop him from spending as much time as he could with Sam.

Dean opened the door, the smile on his face disappearing only momentarily as a yawn took its place instead. He rubbed his eyes, attempting to soothe the dark circles under his eyes as he reached the living room where Castiel was sitting with a talkative Sam seated beside him.

Sam's eyes glowed the moment he noticed Dean, and he leaped off the couch, bundling into Dean and nearly knocking him over with the force of his hug.

"Hey, kiddo. How was school?" Dean asked warmly, patting Sam's back as his leg was squeezed tight.

"I made friends!" Sam chirped, listing off a series of names that Dean could never hope to remember. Still, he just smiled and nodded along, hearing an occasional chuckle from Castiel, who he presumed to have heard this all before.

"Okay, okay, let's get you home, and you can tell me the rest before you go to bed," Dean cut into the small boy's chatter, earning a puffed out cheek, narrowed eye glare from Sam at being interrupted. Still, the glare disappeared only a moment later, forgotten in his excitement to tell Dean more about his day and dragging him towards their house.

"Sam? Do I not get to say bye to Cas?" Dean questioned the impatient child, smirking when Sam's bitchface flickered back over his face. With a huff, Sam let him go, sticking out his tongue at Dean before Dean could turn away.

"Have a good night, Cas," Dean said with a slight roll of his eyes at Sam's antics. Castiel smiled at Dean, glancing to Sam just a moment before the smile fell from his face, and his eyes grew serious.

"Could I have a word with you before you return home, Dean?" Castiel asked, tipping his head before standing. Sam let out a long groan, plopping back onto the couch and hiding his face in the cushion, but Dean merely chuckled at him, giving his side a tap with his knee before he followed Castiel into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as Castiel pulled a cup from the cabinet.

"What's up, Cas?"

Castiel didn't answer at first, pouring himself what looked like a glass of milk before he turned back to Dean and took a small sip, "I want to help you raise Sam," Castiel stated, watching Dean with his typical intense expression.

"You already do," Dean said with a slight furrow of his brows.

"Financially, Dean. I want to help you so you don't have to work so much," Castiel reasoned, but Dean already shoved a wall around him as he scoffed, pushing off the counter and walking towards the exit.

"We've already talked about this, Cas. I don't want your money," Dean growled, a warning that Castiel should back off, but Castiel never did know when to quit.

A strong hand wrapped around his arm, pulling him to a stop, "Dean, I'm thinking about Sam's life. Forget your damn pride, and let me help so Sam can spend time with you for more than an hour a day," Castiel snapped, his eyes burning straight through the back of Dean's head.

Dean still refused to look, knowing that that single look would completely undo any defense he had, "I can make it on my own," He replied flatly.

"Do you think that I'm going to hold it over your head?" Castiel asked, his grip turning more gentle when Dean flinched at the statement, "Dean, you know I would never do that to you."

Dean shrugged, finally daring a glance at Castiel and feeling his heart jolt when he saw the hurt in the man's eyes, "It's not the first time that something like that happened," He stated softly, his voice losing the conviction it had had before.

God, Castiel's hands were warm, and Dean couldn't help but lean forward subconsciously, his own hand grasping at the sleeve of Castiel's hoodie.

"I won't betray your trust like that. You mean too much to me," Castiel stated, the slight tip in his head easing Dean's nerves as he reminded himself that this was Castiel, and he could trust him.

Dean's face must have revealed his thoughts because Castiel relaxed, giving him a slight smile, "Will you let me help you?" Castiel asked softly, his thumb brushing Dean's forearm in a comforting gesture.

"Yeah," Dean replied, and didn't even stop to think about the lack of guilt that came with doing so.