Reall 😭

In Season 9, episode 6 Heaven Can‘t Wait, when Cas freaks out over the baby he‘s supposed to babysit running a fever. He says he‘s going to bring it to the hospital because he doesn‘t know what to do. But at the end of the episode, after Dean showed up, Cas had given it medication and admitted to overreacting earlier.

Cas wouldn‘t know what to do against a fever. He hadn‘t been a human for that long yet. Dean does. Because when he was a kid, he had to look out for Sam. He gave him medication when he was sick and no one else would.

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will get “doot doot" in their ask box

Took me twenty minutes to realise S11E4, 'Baby' is filmed entirely from inside the car and had to rewatch the entire thing just to be sure

Shame on me

Finally started S8 of supernatural and Cas being universally known in fucking purgatory as Dean’s Angel PURELY BY DEANS ACTIONS HAS ME FUCKING GNAWING AT THE BARS OF THIS QUEERBAIT ENCLOSURE LET ME OUT

GET. AI. OUT. OF. FANDOM. Stop making headcanons with it, stop making fanfic with it, stop making fanart with it. If I see one more "asking chatgpt *blank* about *character/characters in a fandom* I'm going to lose my goddamn mind. Use your own fucking brain, stop asking AI to do everything. You could even ask other real people what they think. Just. Stop. Using. AI. In. Creative. Spaces.

SOFIA ISELLA

Okay, this could be better… but it could also be a lot worse. Mixed feelings.

Benny Lafitte deserved better. Let Dean have friends, you cowards.

I did not expect this to make so much sense

To my understanding that's from hunting dog talk. A tracking dog catches a scent and starts sniffing for the direction the game animal went, so if you haven't got a scent of what the thing is, that's a way of saying you wouldn't even know where to start looking.

The body was torn apart.

When someone says, “The body was torn apart”, I think of an animal. A wild animal, maybe a wolf or even a bear, biting, using its fangs, clawing at a body until it is unrecognisable. Until there is nothing left but a bloody mess, an open chest, flesh hanging loosely from bones. Fingers, or entire hands or arms missing and later found in a bush, half-buried, half-eaten.

When someone says, “The body was torn apart”, I think of a grenade. A pulled trigger, maybe from an enemy across the border, hitting the ground in a trench, and blowing the entire thing up. And there is nothing left but a few bloody remains of the uniform, or just about the last parts of the body if the person was standing enough far away.

When someone says, “The body was torn apart”, I think of a maniac. A knife, maybe from the house’s kitchen, maybe from the nearest butcher, stabbing a person until their breathing fails. Until the ribs are broken, the chest covered in cuts and bruises, sometimes even entire fingers or ears cut off and thrown across the room, creating small puddles of blood.

When someone says, “The body was torn apart”, I do not think of this.

But this is so much crueller, so much more horrifying than anything I listed above.

There are no scraps of skin or flesh lying around, no pool of blood around the body. There is nothing to indicate anything remotely close to an explosion, no reason why there should be. There is no knife, no brutal mess around the person.

I have a reason to believe, though, that we will find a severed arm later.

The body was torn apart in clean, fresh cuts. And in several ways, this is better than the cruel methods listed above.

But whatever—whoever—tore this person apart was no animal, no hand grenade, no maniac. Whoever tore this person apart was thinking clearly. They knew what they were doing when setting clean cuts into the skin, slowly pulling it off the muscle fibre. They knew what they were doing when cutting open the ribcage with bone scissors, twisting the ribs around to face the outside of the body. They knew what they were doing when emptying the chest, taking out one organ after the other, cleaning it, and setting it back inside.

And in so many ways, that is a lot more unsettling than an animal or a grenade or a maniac.

Ship or not, John is Bob’s second closest Thunderbolt after Yelena:

Despite his initial animosity, John seemed genuinely concerned when Bob sacrificed himself to distract the special forces from pursuing the trio. He ignored Ava’s instructions to leave, waiting for Yelena to say.

Aside from Yelena, he was the only one who faced Bob’s dark essence before the final battle (Bob probably also saw what was going on in his mind).

Despite seeing John as a complete ass, Bob treated him far more gently in the fight than he did Bucky and Alexei, though John was just as aggressive as they were (attacking, shooting).

He was the one who encouraged Bob and who praised him.

He was also the first to rush to help Yelena restrain Bob, despite having been impaled by a piece of iron just a minute before.

When John learned that Bob’s abusive father used to call him “Bobby”, he stopped doing it.

Other little thing: John was the one who freed Bob and saw his capsule in its opened state.