Princeling

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Oscar was no longer a backstabber, nor Mark’s revenge, nor an unflappable ice prince, but a teammate eater. Half-man, half-bull. A minotaur. A monster.

Oscar can see it in their eyes. They’re all looking at him like he’s a monster.

Dean thinks being needed is the highest form of love

Sam thinks being trusted is the highest form of love

Cas thinks being wanted is the highest form of love

I love the scene where Anna kisses Dean and they cut to Cas every two seconds and he just looks like he's witnessed someone get hit by a car, most people interpret that look as jealousy, which I somewhat agree with but what this actually was, was the exact moment where Cas thought "I didn't know angels could do that",

sam’s cornered him in the kitchen, where dean went for more whiskey, because alcohol is the only thing that drowns out the constant drumbeat of you could have had me, you idiot, you could have had me, running through his head.

and sam is saying “i know how you feel, dean, but—” and it’s suddenly too much. something in dean just snaps.

he turns, only halfway facing sam. “you know how i feel? you knew jess for a year and a half, sam. i had cas for twelve. and from what i remember, you didn’t want to talk to me about her back then either. so leave it.”

sam, who was about to say “we both lost a friend, i cared about cas too, and he wouldn’t want us to stop living our lives”, just freezes, mouth open in shock.

"How do you see me?"

"The mongoose I want under the house when the snakes slither by."