migraine-writer:

Guys I love you so much that I worked on the sequel to Broken Sunglasses super fast!! I’m gonna tag my-wayward-son-carry-on again since the whole AU is basically hers. :)

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“What do you look like, Cas?”

Castiel Novak raised an eyebrow, looking over to his friend, Dean, who was laying on his bed, head hanging over the edge. His eyes, gorgeously emerald green, yet unseeing, were gazing in Cas’ general direction, though not quite looking at him. Dean still, after three weeks, had not replaced his sunglasses. Something about his dad not having time to take him to the store to get a pair that fit or looked good—not that Dean would know if they looked good. Cas didn’t mind, honestly. While others might have found his unfocused eyes unnerving, Cas couldn’t stop staring into those beautiful green depths.

“What would you like to know about my appearance?” Cas questioned, closing the history textbook he’d been reading aloud from in his and Dean’s study session.

Dean shrugged as much as he could while hanging upside down. “I dunno.” He paused for a moment, before saying, “Your eyes. What color are your eyes?”

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migraine-writer:

So I asked the amazing my-wayward-son-carry-on if I could write a fanfic for her blind!Dean AU, and she gave me this prompt! Hope you like it!

“its a high school AU and dean(blind!dean obvs) and sam are at a new school. And dean hates it when people feel sorry for him and try to help him. because he hates feeling incompetent( or people think hes incompetent)

So dean is walking down the hallway trying to find the damn bathroom and once he finally does he walks into the girls bathroom. And thats when Cas quickly pulls dean from hell the girls bathroom. you can have them bickering about how he didn’t need help, or they become best friends from the start.”

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“Dammit, Sam, let go of me,” Dean muttered through clenched teeth, roughly tugging his arm from Sam’s grasp. While in any other circumstances he would allow his brother to lead him in an environment as crowded as this, he wasn’t about to ruin his image on his first day at this school. Sure, he already appeared like an invalid with his dark sunglasses and white cane, but he didn’t need to be holding his little brother's hand, for god’s sake.

“Sorry,” Sam instantly replied. “I just thought—”

“I don’t need your help,” Dean growled, tapping his cane in front of him as he and Sam walked through what he assumed was the high school courtyard. He was following the sound of Sam’s footprints, trusting his brother not to lead him astray as they made their way to the counselor Dad had talked to about Dean's situation. He was supposed to be assigned to someone with the Sam schedule as him to show him to all his classes, which was a relief; at their last school, Sam had led Dean to all of his classes, much to his embarrassment. However, Dean thought that he’d be able to get along fine by himself. That’s what the cane was for, right? Being led around like a lamb to slaughter caused people to stare and think “Oh, that poor blind boy…” Dean hated the feeling of incompetence that overwhelmed him when he couldn’t even perform the simplest tasks, like walking to class. “How much farther?” he pressed, shaking himself out of his thoughts.

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