… Damn it, Dean.
i guess it's just you and me now...
5x04 ~ The End
6x20 ~ The Man Who Would Be King
8x10 ~ Torn and Frayed
9x18 ~ Meta Fiction
my blog is a total clusterfuck of fandoms, bad humor, text posts and personal shit i dont understand how people manage to tolerate it i applaud you
@mishacollins:My daughter is 1&1/2. She only says three words clearly: “mama,” “dadda,” & “Россия.” (She’s also anti-war.)
what i really fucking love about writing cas is that he can have really relaxed, casual speech and say ‘yeah, look how well that worked out’
but he can also have fucking beautiful, poetic dialogue ‘has anyone but your own kin ever done more for you?’
and he’s so hyper literal that he can add lightness and humor to scenes that by all rights are very heavy (if the emperor is metatron) and the way he sees things is just really unique and fun
fuck i just really love castiel
What have you done?
When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good, this time), Death takes a holiday.
He spends a week going to every fair and carnival in the continental US.
He eats every deep fried concoction possible.
When his holiday comes to an end, he goes to Heaven and knocks on the pearly gates with the head of his cane. He asks to speak with Dean Winchester.
Dean is surprised to find Death there when the angels bring him forward. Death swore that their last meeting, when Death personally escorted Dean’s soul to Heaven, would be the final time they ever saw one another.
“I found it,” Death tells him. “The perfect pie. It was in Muncie, Indiana. Apple, with a flaky, golden crust. The ratio of cinnamon to sugar and its balance with the tart Granny Smith…. it was just perfect. Divine, even.”
Dean stares at Death, unsure of why he is telling him this, but then he looks down. In Death’s hand is a wrinkled, white paper bag. Inside the bag is a slice of the perfect pie.
Dean takes the bag, mystified.
“Thanks for the pickle chips that time,” Death says, then disappears into the void.
did you just give me Death/Dean bromance feels
#And Dean turns back and walks back into the gates#He treks up an inclined road until it flattens and curves around#When he reaches his heaven Dean raises a free hand above his head and yells #’SAM#CAS #LOOKIT! PIE!’ (x)
It is so good being together again.