Hello there! Welcome to my humble abode. I'm a fifteen year old high school student who loves reading and photography. Also I don't own anything unless I say I do. What you will find here; Merlin, Doctor Who Harry Potter, Sherlock, The Avengers, Tom Hiddleston, RDJ, Torchwood, Supernatural, Firefly, Rise of the Guardians, How to Train Your Dragon, Brave, Tangled, ATLA and lots of slash. My ships are; Rose/Ten, Drarry, Janto, Destiel, Merthur, Johnlock
Do you think Chuck ever sits up there and is just like, “Fucking really, guys?” And then he sighs and takes a sip of his whiskey and shouts down from the fluffy clouds above:
“Was the ‘raising him from perdition, leaving your grace imprinted on his fucking skin’ not a clear enough sign that maybe, just maybe, I think this is the one for you?
No? When you rebelled against Heaven and you did it all for him and I didn’t immediately smite your feathery ass, that not a sign?
How about all the times you died, Cas? OR, OR you know, killed yourself, and I brought you back! Back to him! He’s the first person you come to and the first person you see as you regain sense of your angel-ness, and THAT’S not a clue, REALLY?
And Dean! Dean! You’re charging through Purgatory, screaming for your angel, and you find him on the banks of ‘the river’, cleansing himself, purifying himself in my waters, you find him like that and it never occurs to you that I’m doing my best to get you guys together?
Not even as you see him in your dreams, in the night, on the road, in the bathroom? Really?”
And then, because he can’t fucking take it anymore, Chuck starts going for the real obvious…
“Oh dear me! The Impala’s got a flat tire! And it’s just the two of you, cause Sam ‘lost’ his computer charger back at the motel! And, oh boy, it seems to be getting hotter out here doesn’t it? Oh look, Cas! It’s so hot that Dean has to take his shirt off, because changing a tire is hard, hard work, and it makes him sweaty…”
“Oh, oh no, there’s seems to be a HUGE thunderstorm on the horizon! Thank goodness you two found that deserted log cabin…Oh, opps! No power! Guess you’ll have to start a roaring fire… Hey… lookie there, whiskey! And two glasses! And, man, that bear skin rug you didn’t notice before is startin’ to look real inviting, isn’t it?”
And then, Dean and Cas just sit awkwardly on the couch together, close, but not close enough to touch, stealing glances at one another in the fire light, but not moving…
And Chuck is just like, “Ugh. Fine. Don’t fall in love, get laid, get married, be happy together forever ‘cause you’re totally soul mates. I DON’T CARE! I DON’T CARE AT ALL! … I’m going to find a puppy for Sam.”
I’m going to find a puppy for Sam
It does make sense if you think about it. God ships Destiel.
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WHY DOESN’T THIS HAVE MORE NOTES
”Now on a personal level, I was so proud of this because, and I didn’t know this. The gentleman who played the other Captain Jack actually said to me afterwards, he said ”you know”, because he was in tears he was crying, and I said are you okay? Have i done something? Did I do a James Marsters? Did I slip you a little tongue? And he went ‘no no’ and he started laughing, and he said ”im actually, im overwhelmed because, i want you to know, what you’re doing as a show, as a character is absolutely wonderful for all of us out here you know watching you, because my brother committed suicide a few years back, because he couldn’t deal with it, and society wouldn’t allow who he was, and he took his own life, and for me to stand here and play a character that represents who my brother was, is an honor for me, but also it means my brothers life wasn’t lived in any sort of vain, or his death wasn’t anything meaningless” and I had no clue, so for me as the actor for that episode, that was one of the most touching moments, but also it made me realize that in every episode from now on, that we’re not only telling stories we’re actually impacting peoples lives with the messages that we can put across. As we do, were making a difference. And that is why the episode ‘Captain Jack Harkness’, is probably one of the most important episodes to me.” - John Barrowman
“Come on. Just one date.”
The sincerity of the question takes Dean by surprise and knocks him breathless, stripping him of his usually suave demeanor. Like a goddamned idiot he’s huffing out a laugh, trying to find some way to give an answer that isn’t as freaking girly as the flush of his cheeks. The nervousness, however - the fear of being hurt - melts away with Cas’ growing smile, and Dean can feel the crinkling edges of his mouth upturning.
Dean doesn’t give an audible answer, but the two men exchange numbers - a date, time, location. The usual stuff, really, like what he’d do with any other guy.
But then, Cas isn’t just any other guy.
The table, Dean knows, has been set.
“You lied on the phone again.” Castiel pauses, eyes sliding over every facet of Dean’s face before continuing on. “You can’t even tell your parents - ? I just don’t get it, Dean. Are you – ashamed?”
The question hits Cas hard in the gut, forces him to swallow back painful accusations, knowing all too well about Dean’s issues in regards to his mother and father. It hurts, though, to think about Dean being ashamed of their relationship – of the nights they’d spent in the dark, limbs entangled under cold sheets made warm with touches and lingering breaths.
Castiel doesn’t regret a second of it, but then, he’d been out for years.
“Is this too much for you?” Castiel murmurs, taking a single step forward when Dean does not reply, only fueling Castiel’s need to speak, need to shout, to get through to the man he had come to – well, love, probably. “I just - I want you to understand - all I want is you.”
Dean, holy Father, actually snorts, and Castiel recoils.
“Come on, man, don’t be melodramatic.”
Castiel’s tensing, the muscles in his body freezing before Dean finally sighs and crosses over to him.
“I’m sorry, okay? I promise I’ll tell them – soon. Just – I need some freaking time, yeah?”
Dean is smiling against his skin now, a silent apology prompting a series of breathy groans as Castiel melts into the sudden press of lips against his head, cherishing the light brush of fingers in his hair.
“All the time you need.”
“I told my parents.”
Dean grins, hand on Cas’ leg as he speaks, the light hum of ACDC thrumming through the Impala’s speakers.
“Did you really?”
Dean can tell the guy’s trying to hide a smile, and hell if that isn’t the most freaking adorable thing he’s ever seen.
“Yeah,” he laughs, the pressure of his hand on Cas’ thigh intensifying with a hard squeeze. “I promised, right?”
For a few moments, Castiel doesn’t answer. He just looks out at the road, like he’s fighting to find the right words, before tilting his head.
“Yeah…that you did,” Cas murmurs, chapped lips thinning out before finally breaking into a satisfied half-grin.
“Told you.” Dean reiterates, turning away from the man in order to observe the road for a while, the light trickle of rain dancing across the window.
Dean turns his head towards the outburst, eyebrows furrowing with his confusion as to what Cas could be protesting about.
The truck’s arrival cuts Dean’s sentence short, the impact so powerful that the last thing Dean hears before blacking out is Cas’ name on his own lips, solely accompanied with deafening crunching.
Funerals, Dean thinks, are a goddamned waste of time and energy. They’re nothing but excuses for the living, with heads jammed so far up their asses they can’t help but tell themselves a bunch of lies about where the people they’re burying are going. Does anyone ever think, Dean wonders, that maybe the person they’re so convinced is in a ‘better place’ is really just going into the ground?
Yeah, sounds like a freaking great time. Six feet under without any friends or family. Without anyone to say ‘hey, pick up the damn pie’.
Worse though, is a funeral’s aftermath. The ‘I’m sorry’ the ‘if you need anything’ the ‘it wasn’t your fault’s.
Those are worse than the lies, only because they make Dean think about the reality.
He can’t look at the Impala anymore without remembering Cas. Cas’ hand in his, Cas’ hand on the wheel, Cas smiling and laughing and telling him that he’s not to blame for everything, that he can be strong.
Beating the Impala doesn’t help as much as it should – doesn’t take away the freaking goddamned emptiness that eats at him, the survivor’s guilt that makes him choke on air.
“Cas,” Dean breathes out, eyes looking at the wreck of twisted metal and black in front of him, “My parents wanted to meet you, man–” Dean swallows, can’t help the goddamned tears, the stupid flexing of his fingers, the only tick that keeps him from beating the Impala again. “Dinner’s at six. My place. You pick the day Cas – whenever you’re free just –come when you can.”
A date, time, location. The usual stuff, really, like what him and Cas would do on any other day.
But then, he remembers Cas will never show up.
Dean still sets the table.
OH GOD. THAT SUGGESTIVE LOOK FROM CAS. THAT BASHFUL SMILE FROM DEAN.
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This’ll be great at parties
in first period a girl got dress coded for wearing a tank top with a jacket over it and this scrawny little boy stood up and yelled “OH MY GOD SHE HAS SKIN THE SKIN IS TOO MUCH FOR ME HER SHOULDERS ARE BEAUTIFUL THIS IS TOO MUCH” and the teacher got so annoyed with him that she didn’t get to dress coding her
Can we just take a minute to enjoy the fact that behind the scenes of the first picture, that was taking place. God could I love these boys anymore? Whether they are being Sam and Dean, or themselves, Jared and Jensen, it doesn’t matter they are amazing!!
I just can’t believe this wasn’t intentional. I just can’t…
HOW IN THE FUCKOENIFVAOINV:SALK
He’s so bad-ass, his coat always blows the same cool direction in the wind.