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Me @ me when Michael Sheen and/or David Tennant

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Portrait shading exercise 4
Dean
dyke is actually short for dichael
Castiel, Crowley, Benny, and Michael? Guys, gals, and nonbinary pals, Dean Winchester has a harem.
ok but if this is how angels see eachother, i wonder what cas looks like to them.

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What did I do to NOT deserve this...?
(is that what you want!?)
(Dean's here to ruin the show...)
It's time to hang on and eNjOy tHe rIdE~~Dean!!
Pinned by Casifer
I'm still mad about the finale and I'm kind of out of it rn but it just occurred to me that we never got to see Dean!Michael versus Sam!Lucifer so I think if they were going to end it with one of the brothers dead they should of done it like that. I have no idea how but that would of been a half decent ending at least. The way it was always supposed to be
you step into the shoes of your father - a man who left eons ago but still controls your every breath - and you look at yourself in the mirror. you see something insignificant, a bug compared to what youre supposed to be. you tell the mirror what you are going to do and when it asks why, you say “because i am a good son.” the mirror- who hates you, who glares at you as if you two aren’t the same- tells you “that is a dead end street.” you don’t realize it’s right until you’re falling headfirst into oblivion. and you wonder if you should’ve let your faith wander a bit more.