loses all my life savings in vegas at the queerbait table because I call every bet perfectly until the final wager of the night where I slide all my chips to destiel and still walk out smiling serenely

to me the single most indicative thing about the idea of dean and benny banging in purgatory is that dean never, not once, made a “i havent been laid in a year” joke. i was waiting for it and it never came. you know he would’ve made that joke. why didn’t he make that joke? because he & benny were fucking

A grieving Dean Winchester who, whenever he’s out and about he, buys anything he thinks Castiel would like. It doesn’t matter how much it is, if it reminds him of Cas he’s buying it and putting it in Castiel’s room. Cas’s room was empty, never decorated, nothing to show he was ever really there, so he wants it full when he gets Cas back. Because he will get Cas back.

hey guysss so unfortunately the rumors are true and im leaving the narrative. Buttt the good news is my absence will create such a gaping hole in your lives that it will become a sort of presence itself, and so in a way it will kind of be like i never left! But i am. Leaving just to be clear.

the irredeemable pervert is generally well regarded among their friends for their insightful thoughts and all around pleasant demeanour

we need more fucked up deancas and we should start with the fact that cas is often eerily reminiscent of john winchester

dark hair, 5-o’-clock shadow, bright blue eyes, big coat. intense and single-minded. military background, trouble adjusting to civilian life. randomly disappears and reappears as he wants to. emotionally distant, except when he’s not. genuine praise from him sets off fireworks in the reward section of dean’s brain. and so on

dean wouldn’t call a man “daddy” with a gun to his head but sometimes when cas tells him to get on your knees in that sorta mean way, dean reflexively responds yessir. and really what’s the difference