“Do You Think You’re A Heartthrob?” “I DON’T Think I’m–” “He’s Lying!”

while dean was making his birthday grilled cheeses (cas and jack are not allowed near the stove) he quietly noted that he’s been on earth three years longer than he’s been in hell. he didn’t tell this to anyone but he did kiss cas a little longer when he handed him his bowl of soup

a small treat for the damien girlies (gender neutral) 😉😉

movie credits: "my super psycho sweet 16" (2009)

So Jensen’s gonna be in a western?

At five years old, "Happy Birthday" is a hostess cake and a pixie stick at a roadside stop. Dad hands you a little metal box to light your own candle. "Something to know for later," he mutters. You lick the chocolate from your thumb, but it doesn't erase the bite of the metal.

At six years old, "Happy Birthday" is just a song sung in the car as the world leaves you behind again. Your baby brother doesn't even know the words yet.

At eight years old, "Happy Birthday" is the ugliest homemade chocolate cake you've ever seen (you haven't seen many). But it has the right number of candles, and it gets all over your face. Thank god for uncles.

At 17, "Happy Birthday" is a dismissal. You wish he would have just forgotten, like last year. Your stomach aches for days.

At 26, "Happy Birthday" is something you scoff to yourself in the mirror, alone. Your baby brother sings that song to other people you've never met.

At 30, "Happy Birthday" is surely a joke. But hey, at least you made this far. If that's even a good thing anymore.

By 40, "Happy Birthday" is just one more thing you don't let yourself think about. You wish you didn't know what day it was. Sometimes you don't.

At 41, "Happy Birthday" dares to be cautiously optimistic. You make your own desserts, in your own kitchen, with your own family. You smile when it gets all over the boy's face.

The day you turn 43, "Happy Birthday" is almost too overwhelming to hold. Your life is gentle; there is love. You watch the sunrise, and you're glad to be here. You think of all the people you have been. You are glad to be this one now.

it's like. he's a son. he's a daughter. he's a bad man. he's a serial killer. he's a cowboy. he's a xerox machine. he's a mother. he's a loose cannon. he's bad writing. he's good writing. he's a swiftie. he's a hero. he's an antihero. he's bad bisexual rep. he's han solo. no he's not. he's a father. he's his father. he's an alcoholic. he's a control freak. he's the michael sword. he's a child. he's a husband. he's a housewife. he's a mechanic. he's the last great american queerbait. he's a soldier. he's a redditor. he's a violent urge. he's a failed man. he's a construct. he's a parody. he's a revenge arc. he's a tragic hero. he's a widow. he's a divorcee. he's a dancer. he's a righteous man. he's a photocopy. he's never wrong. he's always wrong. he's irredeemable. he's redemption. he's a pop culture geek. he's kinda butch. he's a painted whore. he's an archetype. he's an homage. he's a drag king. he's just a guy. he's a hooker with a heart of gold.

bad image quality sorry but this scene literally looks like this

Just to be clear this is right before he starts sobbing uncontrollably

I’m not one for weddings but this is how he would look at you

AU where cas rebels and falls to earth pre-canon, where he teams up with stanford-era dean as his hunting partner. they end up sleeping together and developing a relationship, despite the fact that dean drops everything to do john winchester's bidding every time he calls -- making cas stay behind out of fear of getting discovered -- and also despite the fact that both of them know there's something inhuman about cas, with dean pointedly not asking and cas just as pointedly not telling. they manage to cobble together a real routine while they're hunting all across the country and falling in love. somehow, they find real happiness.

and then dean goes missing.

he's ostensibly out hunting with his father, but he's not calling cas back to check in like usual, and when cas finally bites the bullet and drives out to the podunk town dean was supposedly investigating, it's obvious that he never made it to his destination. cas has to weigh several competing questions at once while he's panicking:

did dean just cut ties and drop him, maybe because he's afraid of his dad finding out about their relationship?

is he in grave danger?

how does he track dean down, since dean is an expert on vanishing into thin air and covering his tracks?

who does he talk to for help? it's not like he can ask john. which leaves only one option, really.

so this is how cas ends up at stanford, breaking into sam's apartment to tell him dean's been on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days.

"You've changed"

Reblog this picture of me holding a Family Size box of Honey Nut Cheerios? I’d really appreciate it.