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How many Supernatural fans are there on Tumblr?

You are only allowed to reblog this ONCE. Any more than once and this is completely ruined. 

Reblog if you’re a Supernatural fan so we can see how many of us there are out there!

Omgggggg

THEY ARE SO OBVIOUS. SO MARRIED.

“They paint it yet?” LMAO STEVE PLEASE HE WANTS DANNY TO STAY SO BAD. I love how they find any excuse for Danny to keep staying at Steve’s. They seem to be making it clearer and clearer and honestly I’m fine with this because we all know, and they know we know.

Oooh! I got another one! Dean x Reader: "Ice cream and tattoos? Last time you mentioned that combo, somebody almost died!" (it's suppose to be funny idk made me laugh lol)

“Pleaseeeeee.” You pouted.

“No.” He grumbled, not looking up from his tablet.

“Come on, Dean. You loved it and you know it.”

“Ice cream and tattoos?” He looked up and you nodded with an innocent smile. “Last time you mentioned that combo, somebody almost died!”

“Well this time, I won’t let you have 5 spiked pumpkin pie flavors, or let you add your own extra ‘topping’“ You used hand quotes and shot him a glare.

He sat back in the chair, losing interest. “No.” You gave him a pout, and your best puppy dog eyes. “Ain’t gonna work, sweetheart. I grew up with him, remember.” He motioned to Sam across the table, nose in a book. “He invented that look.”

“I’ll let you choose my tattoo…” You sing songed, and his interest was peaked again.

“Anything I want?”

You nodded. “No complaints, and no covering it up. You can even blindfold me and pick where it goes.”

He mulled it over for a minute, but you knew you had him. “Done.”

“But.”

“Fuck..” He mumbled, slumping into the chair again.

“I get to chose yours.” He shot you a look. “Hey, have I ever gotten a bad tattoo?” You motioned to yourself.

“No.” He sighed. “Alright, get your damn shoes on.”

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Happy birthday DEAN Winchester

Love it

I Miss Tumblr

I miss how it used to be. 

I miss how this fandom used to be. How we used to ACTUALLY be the SPNFAMILY. it’s not just a hashtag or a thing you scribble on your backpack. It was a real, live, tangible thing. A thing that meant you are NOT alone when you need someone. It meant that you could put out a call for help and there would be someone there to help you. It meant that no matter what you were going through, people cared. There was a family, a band of weirdos, a gaggle of fans ready to wrap the care blanket around you. I don’t think we have that anymore. 

Everyone’s obsessed with becoming popular or ranting about notes or this and the other thing. People seem to care more about being right and causing drama than just being a human being. Hate is so rampant now that I cringe when I get an ask notification. When someone I don’t know messages me, I think, “oh no, what did I do wrong? I’m about to get yelled at.” 

This fandom was built around a show that at the base is about Family. 

It’s about Love.

It’s about not letting the world beat you down. About lifting someone else up and getting through the darkest parts of it. Together. 

We’re not together anymore. 

I don’t know what happened but to me, the SPNFAMILY is gone, and it saddens me greatly. 

Family don’t end in blood, but apparently it ends in tumblr drama. 

The tapping of heels on the concrete floor garnered the attention of every soldier in a fifty-foot radius, half stepping out of the way in fear, the other half respect. Alejandro looked up when Rudy nudged him in the side and nodded the way the sound was coming, and his expression fell with an, “Aye mierda.”

Ghost and Soap turned around to see what had shaken the Colonel so badly, only to come face to face with a young woman dressed rather elegantly for such a rough base. She rounded the table, a sickly-sweet smile on her face. “Alejandro, mi amor mejor.”

He smiled back at her, but his was fearful. “Mi alma. Lo siento, I forgot—”

She raised a hand and he fell silent, pursing his lips as she tipped her head to the side and inquired, “How many years have we been married, Alejandro?”

“Going on five,” he replied, a tone of pride in his voice even at the apprehension on his face.

“And in those going on five years, what is the only request that I have made of you?”

Alejandro swallowed thickly, shifting on his feet. “That I text you before five, so you know whether to leave dinner on the table or not.”

She nodded, making an exaggerated gesture of showing him her watch. “What time is it, mi amor?”

He looked at the screen, muttering, “Siete y media.”

Her eyes crinkled as she smiled. “A little past five, isn’t it, Colonel Vargas?”

“Mi alma,” he hurriedly started. “Lo siento mucho. Me olvidé completamente del tiempo. Se escapó de mí. Estamos en una misión importante aquí. Esos dos tipos allí son Soap y Ghost de un grupo de trabajo. Me están ayudando con una misión. Alma mía, lo siento mucho, por favor perdóname.” His long-winded speech ended and he took her hand, pressing his lips to her knuckles. “Mi alma, I’m sorry.”

She made a noise but nodded. “I guess I can forgive you since you used your friends as an excuse.” Lifting her other hand, she held a lunchbox. “Supongo que deberías tener suerte de que te amo más que nada.”

Alejandro took the lunchbox from her, wrapping the same arm around her waist as he pulled her in and kissed her hard. “Me tratas como a un rey, mi alma. Qué haría sin ti?”

This time, she grunted at him. “Starving to death or dead in a ditch. Probably in that order.” She pulled away and flicked him in the forehead. “The next time you miss texting me, I’m going to plant my foot in your ass, okay dear?”

He chuckled and kissed her temple. “Sí señora Vargas, Entiendo.”

She pulled away and walked back around the table, standing in front of Soap and Ghost; eyeing them up and down she hummed and looked at Alejandro. “Invite them for dinner tomorrow evening.”

“Pero, mi alma—”

“I told you what I told you, Alejandro. Figure it out.” She waved it off as she left, the sound of heels clicking along the concrete floor.

Soap grinned like a madman and looked at Alejandro. “Hermano, why didn’t you tell us you were so whipped for a drop-dead gorgeous woman.”

The Colonel scowled at him and warned, “Esa mi esposa, verga.”

I want what they have

True sleepyhead right here

i am a big fan of being in bed.