love moose

[Canadian Starbucks barista voice] Moose? Moose Toronto?

Moose: that’s me that’s my drink

Barista: i love your name

Moose: i’m so sorry

Barista: i’m sorry eh

Moose: i’m sorry

Barista: i’m so sorry

Moose: i’m sorry eh

Barista: i’m sorry

You have been here to try and keep me sane-
Whatever sanity I still have left, anyway.
Right when I want to go insane,
You tell me, save it, for better days.

You let me lose my crazy mind
Only so that I can find it, one more time.
You tell me to think things through
Before I let my emotions stick like glue.

You keep me with my feet on the ground
While helping me rise up higher than I thought.
You brush my doubts away with a blown kiss
Like they are leaves, lost in a breeze.

You tell me to breathe, making me feel at ease;
It’s like I can feel my mind- finally settling down.
You tell me to let out all that’s in my beating heart;
And you pick up my broken pieces, working to put them back.

This isn’t a love poem-
And yet, 
It is.

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@teacup13…because a mere thank you, just would not do.

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It’s finally here! Full pic plus already cropped one

Feel free to edit just don’t forget to credit

@downtoagincourt @seperis

I just wanted to draw your attention to something I noticed while looking at 7 million gifs of this scene

This is Dean’s reaction to Cas’ “you’re my family… I love you” He’s full of pain, but is looking away because that what Dean does with his emotions.

however

This is Dean‘s reaction to “I love ALL of you.”

Just like us, Dean, has heard the distinction, and realised what that means, that Cas loves him in a manner unique to his love for the other Winchesters.

This is the face of a character who canonically just heard a confession of love. That is a “did he just?” face.

IN ADDITION

This is “you’re my family I love you” moose, with serious sad brows

This is a “why did he just say all of - OOOOOOOOhhhhh.” lightbulb moose (ill admit, its more distinctive on film than still image)

Let the record show that on episode 12.12, at 31:24, both Winchesters had canonically realised that Cas loves Dean - not as a snarky joke from an enemy, not a awkward misunderstanding of human personal space, not just friends - but real love.

It happened. They saw it. We all saw them see it.

It had better be acknowledged.

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“Hey Sammy!” Dean’s boots were heavy on the staircase. “Just gotta, uhh, grab somethin’,” he said, rushing towards the hallway that led to his room. “This is Y/N by the way,” he said over his shoulder. 

Sam looked up at the sound of your footsteps at the bottom of the stairs.

“Hi,” you said, stopping dead in your tracks. You expected Dean to have a good looking brother but wow… Sam was tall and handsome, and there was something kind and warm about his eyes.

Sam could feel himself gaping at you. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uhh… Hey.” There was a long silence where both of you searched for something to say. Sam was coming up empty, and just trying not to be obvious about staring at you.

“So, this is the bat cave, huh?” You looked around, rocking a little nervously on your feet. “Nice.”

He managed an awkward laugh, running a hand through his long hair. “Yeah. Yeah… it’s someplace to crash,” he said with a smile.

You felt a peculiar fluttering in your stomach as you looked at him and were able to return the smile. Just when you were searching for something else to say Dean came bustling back out.

“Alright. Let’s roll,” he said.

You held your hand out. “Cough it up, Winchester,” you said.

Dean begrudgingly dropped 50 dollars in your outstretched hand and you grinned a pleased smile at him. “Thank you!” You pocketed it. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before betting against me.” You flashed another smile at Sam and he nearly staggered back from the spark in your eyes. “Nice to meet you finally, Sam.”

“Yeah! Yeah…” He trailed off as you strode out. “You too…”

“See you later, Sammy. We’re going back to the bar to play some more pool.”

“Dean! Wait.” Sam lowered his voice as his brother approached. “That’s your pool buddy?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah.”

Sam squinted at him. “Uh huh… And, uhh,” he cleared his throat. “You two–”

Dean raised his eyebrows at Sam. “What?”

Sam looked extremely uncomfortable. “Well… you know… you two are–?”

Dean smirked at his brother. “Are what, Sammy? Spit it out.”

Sam glared at him. “You… You know what–Dean,” he said.

Dean chuckled and finally decided to put Sam out of his misery. “We’re not doin’ the deed, so batter up, cowboy!” He wiggled his eyebrows at his brother and punched him in the arm.

“Are you coming or what? Those assholes aren’t going to hustle themselves!” you called down from the stairs.

“Coming!” Dean called, and with a final wink at Sam, both you and he disappeared through the heavy from door.