lokiofgreece:

Playthings (2x11)➢ A Little Slice of Kevin (8x07)

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(Source: ypt-leafonthewind, via -wondersmith)

dgalerab:

Friendly reminder that when Dean couldn’t deal with the thought of Cas letting go, this is what he imagined instead:

Because he’d rather live with the guilt of having left behind a heartbroken angel than even go near the idea that his angel didn’t want him.

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castielsphotos:

It’s one of Castiel’s favorite sets of photographs, though he’s never shown them to another soul. 

The first picture is of Dean. Well, that’s a given, as the entire set is of Dean. He’s laid back on crisp white bed sheets - Cas had made his bed with white intentionally, an unpatterned background to keep from distracting from his subject. The angle is high, nearly overhead, as if the photographer were straddled over Dean’s hips. Which is because the photographer was straddled over Dean’s hips, of course. Soft morning sunlight casts gentle shadows over the right side of Dean’s face, golden quality to the light throwing scattered freckles across his cheeks and shoulders and bare chest into sharp relief, pupils pulled small and irises amber-flecked green. He’s staring directly into the camera, and he’s a perfect portrait of skepticism. One brow is arched high, lips parted as of speaking - specifically, partway through a query of, “Dude, are you absolutely sure about this?”

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novakian:

#that’s it #thats the show

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arisprite:

Dean and Cas need this right now. 

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coffeeandcheesecake:

Dean finishes flipping through the Bible he found in the side table drawer and tosses it aside just as Castiel finishes getting ready for bed.

“You were around when that thing was being written, weren’t you?” he asks. “Did you know any of the guys who wrote it?”

“No, though I knew Jesus Christ, a little,” Castiel says absently, sliding into bed beside Dean and pulling the comforter over his legs.

Dean quirks an eyebrow. “You knew Jesus? Wow, Cas, way to keep that one to yourself for years.”

“I didn’t think you’d have any interest in hearing about him,” Castiel says. “You rarely want to know about what I did before I met you.”

“Yeah, well,” Dean grumbles. “That’s ‘cause most of it’s boring. But being part of the big guy’s entourage, that must’ve been kind of cool.”

“I watched over him mainly while he was traveling, so not really,” Castiel says. He steals a glance at Dean and then says, casually, “You remind me of him, sometimes.”

“I remind you of Jesus?”

“Only when you’re not annoying me,” Castiel smiles one of his very small, quiet teasing smiles.

Dean smirks back. “Oh, did you have a thing for Jesus, too?”

Castiel rolls his eyes but smiles secretively enough to make Dean pin him down and kiss him, which leads to other things and pretty soon they’ve both forgotten what they were talking about in the first place.

It’s only later, when they’re lying wrapped in each other, doing that very-manly-cuddling Dean refuses to admit he loves but secretly craves all day long, that Castiel says, very quietly, “He loved the same way you do.”

Dean looks up from the lines of Castiel’s hands, which he’d been studying.

“What do you mean?”

“He was a traveler. He saved people. And he loved the world enough to die for it,” Castiel leans in to nose against Dean’s cheek. “He had flaws and he made mistakes, but he loved so deeply, it was a miracle in itself to witness.”

There’s a moment where Dean can’t do anything but look at Castiel, at this incredible being who hung around with Jesus freakin’ Christ and still looks at Dean like he put the moon in the sky.

“But… I’m still your favorite, right?” Dean finally asks, grinning.

Castiel shakes his head fondly, but places his hand on Dean’s face. Dean leans into the touch.

“Yes, Dean,” Castiel says softly. “You’re my favorite.”

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Well Cas, Dean thinks differently

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mishagusta:

samandirielswings:

mishasminions:

I’M PRETTY SURE DEAN AND CAS HAD SEX, BROUGHT FORTH TWO FRATERNAL TWINS INTO THE WORLD AND NAMED THEM BEN BARNES AND GARRETT HEDLUND

IT’S BACK ON MY DASH FUCK YES

GARRETT HEDLUND OH MY FUCKING GOD YES

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winchestersauce:

asdfghjkl-i-cant:

justdestiel:

yesbecausereasons:

lanuitdecastiel:

misha-bawlins:

camuizuuki:

YEAH, THAT’S COMPLETELY HETEROSEXUAL

#my ship doesn’t even need manips

It was almost not completely gay, if it weren’t for that swallow.

MY SHIP DOESN’T NEED MANIPS

MY SHIP DOESN’T NEED MANIPS

MY SHIP DOESN’T NEED MANIPS

MY SHIP DOESN’T NEED MANIPS

MY SHIP DOESN’T NEED MANIPS

MY SHIP DOESN’T NEED MANIPS

MY SHIP DOESN’T NEED MANIPS

let

me

just

add

a

few

more

because

just

look

at

 them

Y’all are forgetting

one of the most important

ACTUAL BONERS ON THE SHOW

FROM LOOKING AT CAS

WAS NOT A MANIP

CAN I GET A HALLE-DESTIEL-LUJAH?

LETS NOT

FORGET

THESE

ONES

SERIOUSLY

THOUGH

SEASON

8

IS

ONE

BIG

FANFICTION

THIS IS MY FAVOURITE POST. OH MY GOD.

(Source: pzeiko-archive, via casscruffybeard)