Catastrophe Bi Is A Fandom Whore

apologies for the bad quality on the first screenshot, trying to get a good one before Sam starts scrolling was hard

there's no Dead In The Water. no Something Wicked. no In My Time of Dying (I think we can reasonably assume that Salvation covers the events of both Salvation and Devil's Trap all as one but they jump straight from that to Bloodlust). there are only three episodes from season 2 covered at all, and it seems to completely leave out John's demon deal, and seemingly Dean's as well. there's no What Is And What Should Never Be. it completely skips past All Hell Breaks Loose and jumps straight from Heart right to Sin City.

@swordofsun you are absolutely correct about this actually. the in-universe SPN fandom almost definitely interprets John much more charitably than the real-world SPN fandom does, because they're lacking crucial information about John Winchester's A+ parenting. the closest they probably ever got to a real insight into that was Nightmare, and the exchange between Sam and Dean at the end... the implications of which are almost entirely done in the form of a long, poignant pause, a camera angle, and Jensen's incredible microexpressions... all things that wouldn't translate well to prose, especially in Chuck's style if the examples we get are any indication.

Demon!Dean and Casifer out and about partying and being lawfully evil 🔥🔥🔥😈

Gay people will do anything but kiss 🫩

So if our pride makes you uncomfortable, just don’t look. This is a celebration of our right to pride in our existence, and a protest for our right to exist. No one is hurting you, or “the children” by marching and dancing in the street in outrageous costumes.

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Welcome wolfie!

There’s plenty of room. The dumpster fire is twenty paces to your left.

The corner to cry in is ten paces behind us.

So… what brought everyone to the cockles dumpster?

For me, it was this.

Who has a ten year celebration of being friends, when you have known each other for eleven and a half years at that point lol.

Plus at the one Paley Fest, where he talked about (again!) how the scene was at a coroner’s office and Jensen made Jared go away and told Misha to just focus on him and then did the kissy face.

And he name dropped the My Bloody Valentine episode title and slapped Jensen’s thigh.

First, Jensen starred in the remake of that movie and it had come out in January of that year (2009).

Second, wanna know what happened during the filming of that episode? What could have been of such significance that Misha remembered the episode title they were filming?

You guessed it. Dec 14, 2009. The date it apparently all changed for them.

Like, I have a close friend who I'll have known for 10 years this year. I remember meeting her, and I remember our first dinner out with our friend group together. But I don't remember the calendar date at all, and I probably won't until it shows up in my Facebook memories later this year (which is also why I know it's been 10 years instead of, say, 9 or 11). Why? Because we met on a random day. It was not a birthday or a wedding anniversary, and at the time I had no idea just how important she was going to become to me.

Well, considering that all this is in our imaginations anyway, the short answer is: I did it because I wanted to!

Also, aside from those in BDSM relationships, I believe being a “top” or “bottom” for 90% of the rest of us changes from one sexual encounter to the next. So, it’d be perfectly in character for the same person to top today and bottom tomorrow, depending on the demands of the situation. 

Those caveats aside, Misha’s exhibited a whole bunch of dominant behavior towards Jensen in public: here & here (where he could have easily taken Jensen’s offered submissive handshake and turned/equalized it, but didn’t),  here, & here (among others).

But perhaps stuck in my mind more is how we also have Jensen exhibiting a lot of sub behaviors: doing his own stunts so Misha could throw him around,  preferring to obey detailed directions from others, enjoying other-imposed delayed gratification, opting to bottom in sex scenes (including the ones he directs!), saying that Misha’s pretty much always in control, and even being fairly comfortable joking about being sexually submissive between takes like here & here.

Does this mean I think “Misha is a top!” and “Jensen is a bottom!”? Not really. It just means there’s a lot of fuel out there to fuel my imagination. I could probably spend just as much time coming up with reasons why Misha is a bottom and Jensen is a top. And that goes back to my second point above: for most of us, we play both roles.

Season 5 Official Companion, page 92:

This fight also stands out for Ackles, who says, “Misha takes me and throws me up against a wall, throws me up against another wall, another wall, and another wall, then hits me, and then kicks me into a giant fence. I really go flying into that fence. They had my stunt double there, but I was like, ‘I’ll do it. Just lay a pad down on the ground.’ I ran as fast as I could, jumped, and went boom off the fence and landed on the ground. I got up and was like, ‘Please tell me we got that, because I don’t know if I’ve got any more in me.”

Five since that moment hung between them — that breath, that look, that oh.

Since the thing they didn’t talk about finally crawled into the light and refused to leave.

Now, half a decade later, he still feels it some mornings, that dark crack between his ribs, sucking, pulling, sinking. Like the moment never really stopped echoing.

Dean splashes cold water on his face, stares into his own eyes. Here we go.

The door closes behind him with a soft click. The air in the bedroom is warm, undisturbed. A quiet snore curls through the dark.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” he murmurs, sitting on the edge of the bed, hand sliding under the blanket until it finds warm skin. “You plannin’ to sleep through the whole damn day?”

“Yes, please?”

Dean chuckles, the lines around his eyes soft.

“C’mon, breakfast’s waiting,” he offers. Then, after a beat, “And Sam’s definitely not holding his breath in the kitchen.”

Cas lets out something between a sigh and a groan, burrowing deeper under the blanket like it might save him.

“It’s been five years,” comes the muffled protest. “I don’t think this is necessary.”

Dean tries, and fails, not to laugh.

He tugs at the blanket until a ruffled shape appears: messy hair, blue eyes half-open.

“If anyone’s gotta celebrate today, it’s Sam,” Dean says, grin tugging at his lips. “No one suffered more for it.”

Castiel blinks up at him.

Dean pauses, amends, “Indirectly suffered?”

Cas rolls his eyes, muttering something incoherent, trying to reclaim the blanket.

“Castiel,” Dean says, voice dropping low — that line between teasing and too damn honest. “I know how you see yourself. Soldier. Savior. Pain in my ass.”

He pauses, eyes softening. “But me? I see a guy who somehow made sleeping late an art form.” His mouth twitches. “Though, gotta admit — I might love the bed a little more. You just… happen to come with it.”

“I hate you,” Cas mumbles, shoving at him.

“No you don’t,” Dean grins.

Because even such a fundamental truth, after five years, became just that — the truth. Finally found its place and stayed there.

Dean bends down, kisses him. Quiet, unrushed.

“Happy truth-bomb day,” he murmurs.

Cas’s eyes soften. He props himself up, catches Dean’s mouth again — this one deeper, hungrier.

“Oh, and there’s cake,” Dean adds against his lips. “Something about truth setting you free.”

Cas groans, flops back onto the bed — but under it, Dean hears laughter.

a few months later one of the parents wrote me a letter that i still keep with me and in the letter they asked the kids what they learned at the museum and one of the kids said, "i learned i'm special."