destiel is in the impala

I would pay top dollar for a comprehensive, source-supported explanation of how Superwholock vanished.

Like……..that was the core of tumblr in 2013. Its tainted life-blood. Its fetid royal palace. Destiel this and Johnlock that. Tardis-in-the-impala-at-221B URLS. Bendydoot Cucumberpatch and long analytical debates of which doctor is best doctor

What caused the end? What destroyed it? What series of events sunk this fortress? I’m so. So curious. This was so much of what tumblr was. So unavoidable. It’s cultural history. I want. to know.

Things I want in season 13:
- Cas back
- Gabriel back
- No more British Men of Letters
- Jack to be cool and not evil
- Human!Impala episode (starring John Barrowman)
- Gabriel back
- Maybe Destiel
- This Scooby-doo episode would probably be cool
- Lucifer dead
- Boys smiling more
- Did I mention I want Gabriel back

Despite the fact that Dean’s ankle is still tender and his ribs are still bruised, not even Sam can keep him from hobbling across the Bunker when he finds out Cas is washing the Impala. 

“The car was filthy, Sam! How’s he gonna know to hose her down before spreading all the crap and dirt on her and scratching her paint?!?”

“It’ll be fine, Dean—”

“Oh my god, Samantha, go braid your hair, I actually have no interest in seeing your face right now. Fuck off.”

Still, when Dean barges into the garage, nothing prepares him for what he sees. 

Cas has blasted the tape Dean gave him eons ago, opened the garage door and is bopping his head along to the music as he soaps up the hood of the Impala. The basketball shorts he’s wearing have been rolled up until his crotch, there are soap suds on his cheek, and his soaked shirt has been thrown across the side of his covered Thunderbird motorcycle. He’s got two day-old stubble and his muscle flex. He’s so so so kind to his Baby, mouth moving under the music like he’s talking to her while he’s washing.

“Hey, Cas!”

And Cas looks up like a deer in headlights, caught like a kid with his hand in a cookie jar, and his face turns cherry red and Dean can’t feel his chest and then he’s hobbling forward, determined until he reaches his sweet-dumb-ridiculous-no-longer-an-angel and kisses the freaking life out of him. 

When he pulls away, Castiel’s eyes are still closed and his brows are almost at his hairline. “…Am I in trouble?” Cas asks quietly. As they flutter open, Dean has the insane thought that he never wants to look away from the blue of those irises. 

Dean swallows and shakes his head in response to the question. He kisses him again. 

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Follow me while we walk through this beautiful creation of nature my father made and don’t think about those humans for a second, with all their obsessions