when cas is angry he sometimes slips into enochian and mutters in it for the rest of the day or until he’s apologized to but he also sometimes slips into enochian when him and dean do the frick frack so one time sam heard cas yelling in enochian in dean’s room and he thought they were fighting so he barged in and he has never been the same since
Angelic Speed Dating.
Help me prove a point
I have never reblogged anything faster.
I have read crack fiction better than published books.
i would re-read every fic i’ve ever read if i could push a button and make them all abo.
don’t think about castiel living in the apartment below dean’s.
don’t think about cas lounging on the couch with the windows open and listening to dean play his guitar on the balcony every night.
don’t think about castiel memorizing the beat and lyrics to some of dean’s original music.
don’t think about cas obliviously humming one of dean’s songs while he’s folding his clothes in the laundry room.
don’t think about dean walking in while cas is drumming his hands against the dryer and shaking his butt.
don’t think about how red dean’s face would get when he realizes the song cas’ humming is one of his own.
definitely don’t think about dean inviting cas over for some take out and live music.
"Will you accept this fake ID and become my husband?"
A hunter’s proposal. Cas thinks it’s very romantic and says yes of course.
Happy 6 year anniversary Dean and Cas! ♥
(I might put some more work into it because of the style inconsistencies.)
This year it falls on a Thursday.
She does the same thing every year: Gets a bag of White Castle, a large chocolate shake, finds a quiet park in whichever state she happens to be living in at the time, and silently thinks about him as she eat. Burgers were always his favorite.
It’s not the typical way one mourns, but nothing about this situation is typical. She’s thought several times about getting a memorial plot or something she could come back to, but always decides against it. It’s not like she stays in any one place for too long. In the past eight years, she’s become nervous, skittish, always looking over her shoulder.
She made a friend in Portland, Maine a few years ago. He was stoned off his ass and he was the first person she’d ever felt comfortable confessing everything to. He’d just stared at her for a long minute and then told her she probably needed therapy. She had just laughed at the irony of it all.
She bites into the first burger. Tears sting behind her eyes, but she doesn’t cry. It’s been at least 4 years since she’s cried.
She remembers everything, clear as day. Sometimes she dreams about the last time she saw him and the way it felt to have that kind of power inside of her and wakes up screaming. It’s at moments like that that she hates him. Hates him for the choice he made.
After she finishes everything, she drop the trash into a nearby can. She sits at the empty picnic table for a long while.
8 years. The last time her life was ever normal.
"Miss you, Dad," Claire says before standing from the table and walking back to her car.
AND THEN MY HEAD AND HEART EXPLODED CAUSE OF SUDDEN REALIZATION
But Gabriel is a brother to Michael and Lucifer too, of course.
He was younger than both and he spent a great deal of time away from them, doing his own thing- his father was, uh, not so great at the whole ‘caring’ thing. He was pretty removed from the whole ‘dysfunctional family clusterfuck’; he kind of did his own thing for a while.
When he eventually got dragged into his brothers fights, he initially did whatever he was told and was pro-apocalypse, but it was only because he thought it would bring him and his family peace. He eventually changed his mind and tried to fight against the angels and the apocalypse, but it… it didn’t end well. He died trying to take down Lucifer.
Does that sound familiar?
… just sayin’…
/SCREAMS INTO THE DISTANCE/
So does this mean Raphael must be adopted?
or there is another son of John WInchester