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SUPERNATURAL GRAPHICS CHALLENGE | Season 5
↳ DAY 2

So what’s it all add up to? It’s hard to say. But me, I’d say this was a test…for Sam and Dean. And I think they did all right. Up against, Good, Evil, angels, devils, Destiny, and God himself, they made their own choice. They chose family. And, well…isn’t that kinda the whole point? No doubt - endings are hard. But then again…nothing ever really ends, does it?

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SUPERNATURAL GRAPHICS CHALLENGE | Name Meanings
↳ DAY 1: Angel

From the Hebrew name מִיכָאֵל (Mikha'el) meaning “who is like God?

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SUPERNATURAL GRAPHICS CHALLENGE | Season 5
↳ DAY 4: Lucifer

You people misunderstand me. You call me “Satan” and “Devil” but…do you know my crime? I loved God too much. And for that he betrayed me – punished me. Just as he’s punished you. After all, how could God stand ideally by while that man broke into your home and butchered your family in their beds? There are only two rational answers, Nick – either, he’s sadistic…or he simply doesn’t care.

SUPERNATURAL GRAPHICS CHALLENGE | Season 5
↳ DAY 6: Dean Winchester Moment

And you think you know better than my father? One unimportant little man. What makes you think you get to choose?
–Because I got to believe that I can choose what I do with my unimportant little life.

unwind | dean + natasha

          It was just some no-name bar in some no-name town. Smokey and loud (and despite what most might think) just Natasha’s type of place to unwind. The men didn’t bother her overmuch – one steely gaze was enough, even for the drunkest of them, to realize that ass-grabbing would have some kind of punishment. And the beer was decent, though she could have really gone for some vodka, or even bourbon. 

          Natasha was on her second beer, leaning against the bar and watching a game of pool unfold in front of her, when the door opened with a burst of cold wind. Her eyes automatically flicked up, always aware of her surroundings. He wasn’t tall, but he wasn’t short either. Piercing green eyes and a smile that would melt the waitresses’ hearts, Natasha watched him for a moment before turning back to the game at hand – no threat. 

            She shouldn’t have been as surprised as she was when he came to lean against the bar next to her, shirt sleeves rolled up over nicely muscled arms and an easy smile on those lips of his. Natasha stared at him pointedly, lifted a single perfect brow, and turned back to face the game. “Did you want to ask me to play?” She asked with a faint curl of her lips before bringing the mug back up to them.