winchester-reload:

“You can keep pushing that feeling down, but it does you no good. You already know it by name; that thing that churns your blood, warms your skin. Turns the grays in everything that you see back to the colors they were meant to be.”

Or: “All I’m getting from you is colors.”

A destiel sketch because I’m between about a million projects right now, and I feel like it’s been a minute since I posted something.