fact: when introducing someone to robin hobb’s books you don’t say “happy readin” you say “happy crying”
life goal is to become like the super vet on teen wolf tbh
AU in which Castiel – the size of a very small star crammed under the skin of a scrawny human – cannot touch people. ~660
He steps away from them on sidewalks and makes a point of squinting at their outstretched hands until they awkwardly lower them, makes sure to only grab the sleeves of Sam and Dean when it’s necessary to transport them somewhere safe.
Sometimes, of course, he has no choice – sometimes he has to lay his palms on their skin where it’s torn and bloody and throbbing, and at first they think the soft, white warmth seeping through their skin and weaving them back together is just the healing power of an Angel of the Lord. It is, however, left distractingly tingling for days, and sometimes during the mornings it gets almost scalding hot, and eventually, when he puts Dean’s arm back together for the fourth time he has to tell them.
“Your grace? Your grace is going into us?”