bossy and short

cas sprinting over to dean, gently cradling his cheek: ohhh honey oh baby sweetie are you okay where does it hurt, tell me and I’ll kiss it all better-

dean, holding out his finger with a splinter in it from the handle of the pickaxe he split a vamps skull clean in two with: i got an owie :’(

cas: oh no oh my poor sweet baby my brave soldier…. here let me fix it for you, lets go get you some pie as a treat for being so brave and strong xx

dean: okay :) yayy :)

- cas as god starts filling various houses of worship with just. intensely homoerotic pictures of him and dean. like, nothing explicit obviously but like In-Universe Scholars Agree. like, randos on the street can pick up the vibes. dean can pick up the vibes.

- at some point during a confrontation with cas dean does his like. fake flirt to be an asshole thing and says like, "what, you wanna fuck me or something?" and uh. cas takes it. more literally and sincerely than intended. "do you truly think so little of me? that i intend to possess you carnally? that i would view you with such disrespect? please, dean, pursuits of the flesh hold no appeal to me, i'm god. i have no interest in using your body for pleasure, or sexually penetrating you, or-" this monologue goes on for five minutes. by the end of it the only person in the room not absolutely convinced that cas wants to fuck dean is cas. oh, also, there are other people in the room. sam at the very least but maybe some other people as well, because both dean and cas' lives are bad.

- the born-again identity of this universe is just. unfathomable. but a big part of it is that when he finds out emmanuel has a wife dean is like oh okay then good job cas. you've figured out how to be heterosexual. (being heterosexual takes a lot of effort and is in fact a heroic task. dean knows this because he is dean winchester.)

- then honey cas happens and cas greets dean by leaping into his arms bridal style and dean is like. fuck. i thought we fixed this.

“Ghosts aren’t real” it’s very fair and rational that you believe that

“Ghosts aren’t real anymore” I’m about to hear a poem or very sad story

PROPAGANDA:

[Dick]

"Just look at him and tell me you don't want to get him preggo."

[Garak]

"He deserves it after last year. We all deserve it."