“I know this isn’t ideal, finding out over the phone like this. I just–I didn’t know how long until you’d be back and I didn’t want to freak you out by telling you to come home with no explanation,” you sniffed, wiping at your eyes with the sleeve of Dean’s shirt you had on.

Sam sat nearby, elbows leaning on his knees, waiting with you for Dean’s reaction.

“Dean?” you asked into the ensuing silence. It took a minute, but he finally spoke.

“Y/N, did you say this isn’t ideal? I’ve been working this crap case in this hick town, making absolutely no progress, and I just…I don’t even friggin’ care about any of it anymore. This is…amazing,” he finally said. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “Are you sure?” 

“Pretty sure. And the five pregnancy tests I took are sure, too. I have an appointment at the doctor tomorrow, though.” In the background, you heard the familiar sound of the Impala’s engine.

“What time? I’m coming with you,” Dean said.

“You’re abandoning the case? You can’t do that–”

“Garth’s been bugging me about finding him work. He can finish this up. I’m coming to that appointment, Y/N. I’m on my home right now,” Dean said, and from across the room, you saw Sam match your smile.

[x x] [x] [x x]


Congrats on your new role as a big brother to little Princess Charlotte, Prince George!

For there is no friend like a sister
In calm or stormy weather;
To cheer one on the tedious way,
To fetch one if one goes astray,
To lift one if one totters down,
To strengthen whilst one stands

– Christina Rossetti, Goblin Market and Other Poems

professorrenegade asked:

I'm sure you've probably been asked this before, but what's your absolute most favourite bird of all time?

this one