#ellen--jane

I don’t have any silly gifs and I’m rubbish at actually sending these out in return (seriously I have a similar one from you that’s almost a year old).

--Continuation of a previous thread, which glitched due to the transition from old reblog system to new reblog system--

Even with the wind howling, and his senses half blinded from the previous weeks of torment he and Castiel had endured, Dean could pick out the muffled sound of a shotgun being pumped through the walls. He slid to the side of the door, and Castiel did the same, having also picked up on the noise. 

“Well, I can’t say I expected our luck to change anytime soon...” He muttered. 

“They don’t seem to be friendly,” Castiel stated unnecessarily, and placed his hand upon the door. His eyes squinted slightly as he pushed his senses past the wall. Once again, it was difficult, but this close, doable. “...Unfriendly, but human. Perhaps they are just taking precautions.” 

Dean turned his head into the wall, shouting over the wind and through the door. “I’m Dean, this is my friend Cas, we’re looking for a place to get out of the storm! We ran out of water and food!” He waited a second, then added for good measure, “Uh, we’d appreciate it if you don’t shoot us. We could just...go find the next lone diner in the middle of nowhere.” 

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this is about to get interesting

who wasn’t