LET SEASON 12 BE THE YEAR THAT DEAN FINALLY GETS ALL THE HUGS HE WANTS AND NEEDS FROM HIS MOM AND ALSO FEELS OKAY BEING HIMSELF AND SAM GETS TO KNOW HIS MOM AND DEVELOP A GOOD RELATIONSHIP WITH HER AND CAS GETS TO MEET MARY AND TELL HER HOW MUCH HE LOVES AND RESPECTS HER SONS AND LET MARY THANK CAS FOR ALWAYS WATCHING OVER THEM AND SACRIFICING HIMSELF FOR THEM AND FOR HELPING THEM STOP THE APOCALYPSE AND LET MARY BE INCREDIBLY BADASS AND HAVE HER FUCKING MURDER LUCIFER AND CROWLEY AND ALL HIS DEMONS RUTHLESSLY FOR MESSING WITH HER SONS AND RUINING NOT ONLY THEIR LIVES BUT HERS AS WELL LET THIS BE THE SEASON THAT MARY GETS TO HAVE THE HAPPY LIFE SHE ALWAYS DESERVED
*stares into the camera for a solid ten seconds*
“I see you, you fangirls. The people who write erotic gay smut about my bestfriend and I. I fucking see you, bitch. Sitting on your couch or on your bed, I know who you are.”
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This. I was just watching Supernatural, and then I see this. Dean and Cas are literally lost in each other’s eyes. They look like they’re standing at an alter about to get married. And Sam’s just back there as a third wheel, and you can just tell that he feels awkward. He can see something’s going on. That’s even better because the title of the episode is “The Third Man”. Sam is literally the third man. He looks so unamoosed. It looks like he’s just thinking, “Oh my gosh, guys. You’re making the moose uncomfortable. Just kiss already, but not in front of moose. Moose would feel awkward.” Too perfect
Sam always manages to call you right before they take care of whatever monster they are hunting. At first, you thought it was some way of him telling you that he cares about you in case something happens to him. But he continued to do so every hunt you missed out on and you wondered why he would call you before instead of after the hunt was over. You never questioned it, you just relished in the sound of his voice through the small device pressed to your ear. You wouldn’t talk about the hunt, not much anyways. He would tell you a story from his childhood, or from Stanford and you would tell him about something that happened to you, or an article you read on the internet until Dean gave him the heads up. He said his ‘see you later’s’ and hung up the phone. Finally one day, you asked why he calls you before the big fight and he simply responded with “your voice calms me down, it makes me focus on fighting the good fight and keeps me aware that I don’t just have Dean worrying about me, but you too.”
Dean calls you multiple times throughout a hunt, especially if they are gone for longer than a week, and you certainly can’t complain. Dean calls you as a quick getaway from a hunt, and typically he has left Sam in the motel room while he’s in his Baby on the way to grab a bite to eat. He doesn’t really talk about what is going on there with him, he’s more interested in what you’ve been up to an what is going on with you. You hear a side of Dean that no one else does and it’s calming, not just for you, but for him too. Dean admits that he misses having you around, and that he can’t wait to get back to the bunker to watch whatever you want with him. You smile into the phone, telling him how you can’t wait to see him. Sometimes your conversations are light and cheery, the talk of pie and Dr Sexy MD. Other times, it’s dark and heavy and you need to give him a reason to fight like hell. The odd time, it gets rather heated; but you know he has no intentions of following through, despite your wishes. You just want to make sure he comes home to you, that’s all that matters.
Cas calls you about hunting, and most of the time it’s a stupid question on a spirit or a vampire, and you know he already knows the answer. You know he doesn’t want to admit that he just wanted to talk to you. Cas is a little shy in that way, and you definitely don’t mind. The topic quickly changes when he asks how you are doing all cooped up in the bunker. The conversation blossoms after that and the two of you talk about anything that comes to mind and you really quite enjoy it. For a while, it doesn’t feel like you’re talking to Angel of the Lord. You don’t feel like a hunter, living in a world full of evil. You feel like two people who enjoy the sound of each others voice. You love when you can hear him crack a smile on the other end. He loves hearing you laugh. You know you have to hang up, but you don’t want to. He assures you he will pop by as soon as the hunt is over and the two of you can continue your conversation then.
Watching the Princess Bride I kept thinking about how awesome it would be for Cas to use his pop culture knowledge and start saying “As You Wish” to Dean. But then I realised that he doesn’t need to say “As You Wish” because he already has his own version.
“You should just ask him out.”
Castiel’s twin brother, Jimmy, was sitting across from him. He was reading a
book while listening to his brother complain about his miserable love life.
“It’s not that simple.” He ran a
hand through his already disheveled hair and reached for his lighter to light
the cigarette between his teeth.
Jimmy rolled his eyes and snapped
his book shut, “It is that simple.
You like him, I’m hot, which means you’re hot, so there’s no way he’ll turn you
down.” He leaned forward and plucked the cigarette from Cas’ mouth, “And stop
smoking those cancer sticks. It can kill you.”
“But what if he does turn me down?”
“For someone with so many tattoos,
you sure do have a lot of doubts and insecurities. Jesus, this is like eighth
grade all over again.”
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Castiel stood there staring at the boys, his expression
growing hard as the words spoken still hung in the air. “You were supposed to
keep her safe.“ he growled.
Dean stood there with a large bruise gracing his cheek and a
split lip while Sam held up a bandage that was soaked red against his
collarbone. None of you had realized how many of them had been waiting when you had gone out that night.
Soon after sneaking into the building the three of you had
lost track of each other in a flurry of movement; knives swinging, bodies
flying, furniture being broken in the fight of good against evil. The chaos had
carried from one end of the house to the other, each hunter fighting for their
life as the flow of demons continued to run through the building.
You had each prepared as well as you could have, carrying
demon blades, holy water and handguns with engraved bullets before walking into
what you thought to have been another routine hunt. But word had gotten out
about the Winchester’s coming to town and demons seemed to pour in, anxious to
take a swing at the trio who had managed to kill so many of them.
Dean stood to his full height, just taller than the angel
and glared at him. “We did everything that we could do.” His voice was low and
full of anger as he stared into the blue eyes that were beginning to glow in
the dimly lit motel room. “You honestly think that I would have let her fight
alone if I had a choice?” The hunter and the angel were inches apart, both
staring each other down; the tension thick and ready to snap.
Sam placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder to try to hold
him back; to keep him from exploding. “Look, Cas” he started “There were too
many of them and we all got separated. And before we knew it she was gone.”
Cas didn’t take his eyes off of Dean as he felt his vessel’s
hands tighten into fists. He had trusted them to watch over you; to protect
you. He had let you go with them on the one condition that they not let you out
of their sight. His rage was growing by the second as he stood there, his grace
buzzing frantically within the confines of this body. There had been
underground rumors that the Winchesters had been in league with angels, and
they were about to find out exactly how right they had been. The wrath of this
one seraph would be enough to be heard from the four corners of the earth.
“We’ll find her” Dean snapped as he continued to stare him
down, ignoring the ache of his broken ribs “They aren’t going to lay a finger
“She’s in this mess because of you.” Sam had never heard
Cas’ voice like that, the tension of his words flickering in his jaw “You’ve
done enough. I will find her myself.” And with that he disappeared from the
room, leaving Dean to shout towards the heavens.
Cas closed his eyes and honed in on your voice; the world
around him a blur as he heard your quiet string of prayers, pleading words
muttered from your dreams in a state of unconsciousness.
He opened his eyes to find himself standing in front of the
abandoned house where they had taken you. The sky was suddenly lit up by
violent lightning breaking across the sky, the thunder rolling and making the
ground tremble from the force. His wings stretched out behind him, unfurling in
a fierce display to those who had provoked his anger.
He could hear your faint breathing coming from inside, the
slow, strained beating of your heart carrying over the crack of lighting that
sounded above him again.
The angel blade fell from his sleeve and he gripped the
handle with white knuckles, preparing for battle as he listened to the sound of
your labored breathing, your pain only feeding his anger as the intensity of
his grace sent another roll of thunder, shaking the ground beneath his feet. He
took satisfaction in knowing that the ones who had dragged you here, the ones
who had dared entice the anger of a warrior of heaven would soon be nothing
more than the charred remains of hell.
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