Okay okay. Cameron Dallas was just in Harry. Its a tv show. Anyway…Harry’s daughters ask can questions and literally I answered ever single one of those questions right. I know him so well.
Questions asked- what’s your favorite song to song in the shower?
My answer-anything drake.
Boxer briefs or tighty whities?
My answer-boxer briefs
His answer-boxer briefs
Suit and tie or jeans and a t-shirt?
My answer-jeans and t-shirt
His answer-jeans and t-shirt
Okay okay…Cameron girls unite!! Like for fucksake hes my soulmate. 😂💙
Dean and Castiel looked around the suburban
street with pure confusion. One moment they had been facing Balthazar alongside
Sam and now they were somewhere completely unfamiliar. They had been conducting
interviews for their latest case when the Angel had jumped them.
“Something isn’t right” Castiel
stated as he looked around at the children playing and the cats roaming and the
people tending to their gardens.
“Yeah” Dean agreed. “This
place looks so…perfect” he said with a grimace and a slight shudder.
“Yes, but there’s something else."
"You think we’re not in Kansas anymore,
Toto?” Dean asked. “Balthazar does seem to have a fetish for screwing
with our reality.”
“Yes. This isn’t the world we are used
to” Castiel affirmed. “The whole structure feels different. I’m not
getting any Angel radio but my grace still seems to be intact. I don’t think
Sam came with us either."
"Great so you can just mojo us out of
here” Dean said. “We’ve gotta get back to that Limey bastard before
he does anything to Sam."
"No” Castiel shook his head.
“Balthazar sent us here because there is something he wants us to see. He
won’t let us return until we figure out what that is.”
“Great. Well where do we start looking
for…whatever it is we’re looking for?” Dean said with exasperation as he
looked around the street. “Cas?” He said with the Angel didn’t reply.
He looked around and saw Castiel walking
slowly towards the house that they were stood closest to. It was almost like
the Angel was in a trance; Dean frowned as he followed after him.
Castiel travelled up to the doorstep of the
house with the perfectly mowed lawn, decorated windows, and blue door with a