*Leans into Henry Fitzroy's side, reaching to grab the remote and start a movie, concentrating much more on the man at his side*

Twitter amuses me sometimes.

I feel the urge to fight. For practice of course, can't allow myself to slack too much.

I wonder if I could fly here. Probably not. Might be worth a try.

Happiest of birthdays to my love, Henry Fitzroy

[Cas sets his bags down just inside the door, almost calling out to Dean Winchester that he's home just out of habit before remembering his friend lives with Leonard McCoy now. Instead he smiles and steps up closer to Henry Fitzroy, kissing the man's neck softly.] And home again.

Back home. Settling in and if I'm honest, living out of the suitcase just a little longer.

Twitter is asking me to put in a birthday. What do I do if I don't actually have one?

Thinking of taking Henry Fitzroy to go ice skating tonight

Beautiful view on a beautiful night with a beautiful man. (Henry Fitzroy not pictured because he was off getting me a hot chocolate.)

The worst part about living in a big city is its hard to see the stars, even from my roof.

I would tag those people that came to mind, but you know who you are

Nearly have all my shopping completed, tree is up and decorated, cat has been pulled from said tree five times already. Happy holidays.

Why does this remind me of Jake Jensen

Even if they were tangible, I would and will NOT be decorating my wings.

[Appears silently behind Jim Kirk, taking a few moments to look around at the flowers and plants the man has been working on.] These really are quite beautiful, pictures don't quite do them justice.

Floor sex Uh...

Dragged Henry Fitzroy out of his office for fresh air and a walk in the park.

Merry Christmas everyone.

Happy New Year everyone.