I googled “is Castiel an angel in the bible” just to see and guess what it told me?? Castiel, in some traditions, is the angel who presides over Thursdays. Thursdays. Seems harmless enough, until you realize:
Cas died on a Thursday.
It was sunny.
Beautiful California weather.
So every year my school has a mandatory 50s/60s themed swing dance and today was the swing dance. So I’m dressed up in a leather jacket and pretty much look like a greater from Grease or something and I’m dancing with my friend who’s partner ditched her. My friends has never seen supernatural. So we’re dancing, and suddenly a very familiar, painfully sad song comes on. Twist and Shout. I just stop dancing and look at the band. Because here I am, dressed in a leather jacket, on a THURSDAY of all days, at a 50s/60s themed dance. I had to excuse my self to go into the bathroom and cry because it’s Thursday, I’m wearing a leather jacket, the weather is beautiful and my heart was ripped open and torn to shreds by gay porn. My friend thinks I’m crazy.
Dean goes to grab a beer* and as he walks he sees his brother in front of his laptop sobbing. Sam asks his brother through his tears, “Did you dig Elvis?” Dean replies “Um… Yeah, I guess I can dig Elvis” Sam screams, “YOU MADE IT WORSE!”