I just had the strangest idea:
It’s the year 2077, Dean Winchester, a bounty hunter raised on tracking down and killing angels, comes across an odd sight. An angel that thinks it’s human.
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I just had the strangest idea:
It’s the year 2077, Dean Winchester, a bounty hunter raised on tracking down and killing angels, comes across an odd sight. An angel that thinks it’s human.
Yay or nay?

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And like I need everyone to rewatch s1-2 with the mindset that Dean’s never had a hunting partner before. “I was working my own gig in new orleans” and “dad used to send me away” and “the story became the story” and like, yes, Dean and John did hunt together, as evidenced in 1x04, but they weren’t hunting partners, as evidenced in 1x20 by how John treats him.
The majority of hunts Dean went on were alone. He did the witness questioning, the research, the puzzle solving, the cemetery digs, the monster hunts alone.
Which puts two things into perspective. The first is that Dean is very very good at outsourcing. One scene that comes to mind is in 1x16 where Sam teases Dean for calling another hunter to uncover some lore. He didn’t have a partner ever to help pick up the slack when shit hit the ceiling (on hunts with John, Dean is playing support in every avenue) until Sam started hunting full time and was able to help provide support via their mutual partnership.
The second is that Dean is putting in a performance specifically for Sam for two entire seasons straight. The long winded sighs, the digs at Sam being a “college boy nerd,” pretending to hate reading, downplaying his interpersonal skills and empathy towards civilians.
It’s a facade. One entirely catered towards Sam to make him feel more comfortable, and like Dean needs him there. He spends most of 1x11 lamenting that Sam isn’t there, to Sam but also in general because he misses Sam.
And like, there isn’t even really a point I’m trying to make here. It’s just that s1-2 Dean (first season in particular) is written so insanely well. Especially in retrospect of later seasons. The first time we see Dean let his game face drop is so telling of the character we get for 15 more seasons.
“I don’t want to,” happening in 1x01 is insane. From his first appearance on screen we learn exactly who he is: a big fake who’s desperately lonely.
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Which character do you miss the most?
Dean
Sam
Cas
Crowley
Jack
Rowena
Charlie
Kevin
Bobby
Jody
Mary
Other
some little destiel doodles, bc last episode’s emotional outburst from cas honestly really reminded me why i love these two ;o;
dean tells cas to stop staring at him so cas looks away and says “is it okay if the eyes you can’t see stay on you?” and dean forgets how to speak for the next 20 minutes
So—Dean is refusing to torture Alistair in the beginning of "On The Head Of A Pin", right? And Uriel is telling him he has to. And you’d think that when Dean asks to speak to Cas alone, it’d be in an effort to bargain or plead (something Uriel isn’t amenable to at all and never has been) or to let Cas give him a more candid and convincing argument on how this is the right thing.
But when Dean gets Cas alone, he just wants to know why Uriel is in charge of Cas now, and then he wants to tell Cas torturing Alistair is going to bring something horrifying out of Dean. Cas doesn’t do any convincing at all. He doesn’t make any further argument for why Dean has to do this—he doesn’t tell Dean it’s for the greater good. Hell—it seems like Cas got demoted because he balked at asking Dean to do this to begin with. Cas doesn’t want Dean to do this and doesn’t try to convince him to! But the scene cuts and Dean is pushing his torture-set-on-wheels into the room where Alistair is being kept! So why? How does that interaction result in Dean suddenly deciding to do something he was refusing to do moments before???
I think it’s because Cas showed Dean sympathy.
The episode opens with Dean trying to tell Sam he’s hurting. He’s grieving Pam (they’re driving from her funeral), he feels like her death is his fault, he feels like they aren’t making any progress on saving the world—they’re just fuck ups who are going to fail.
DEAN I'm tired of burying friends, Sam. SAM Look, we catch a fresh trail— DEAN And we follow it, I know. Like I said, I'm just—I'm just getting tired. SAM Well, get angry!
No sympathy from Sam. Sam wants Dean to nut up—and that's what Sam said last episode too, and it's what he said the episode before that too while under the Siren's spell.
They get into the motel and Uriel and Cas are standing there waiting for them when Dean just wanted to sleep after an awful day, and Uriel says they're needed. Dean says he just got back from needed, and Uriel tells him to mind his tone. Then of course,
CASTIEL Dean, we know this is difficult to understand. URIEL And we— URIEL gives CASTIEL a significant look. URIEL —don't care.
So no one is showing Dean any sympathy, right? Everyone is telling him to shut up and do what needs to be done—except Cas. Cas is sympathizing with him. And when Dean gets Cas alone?
DEAN You ask me to open that door and walk through it, you will not like what walks back out. CASTIEL For what it's worth, I would give anything not to have you do this.
And that's all it takes. That's literally all it takes—is just a single shred of sympathy—someone saying that they care that Dean is in pain—that they care what this will do to him and don't wish this on him. Just someone saying that they understand and that they care is enough and Dean agrees.
Don't ever let anyone tell you Dean "needs tough love".
love this! This is so closely related to:
He was the only one to acknowledge his feelings and tell him it's okay to feel things. He was shut down whenever he expressed Emotion in any other case throughout the season.
so are they EVER going to stop pretending Cas is spelt Cass or
Three weeks after Castiel moves into the bunker, Sam finally starts to look less frazzled. He’s sipping his morning coffee with his feet kicked up at the great table and casually scrolling through the news of the weird on his iPad when Dean wanders out of his room for breakfast. He only gives it a moment’s pause, while tying his robe closed, before he heads to the kitchen. He’s always happy to see when Sam actually looks relaxed in their home.
Cas is already sitting on the bench seat in the kitchen, he’s picking at a bowl of cereal with his spoon and looking slightly… pissed maybe? A little angry and a little sad.
True, it’s not his usual fare. It’s not banana bread, or eggs on toasted sourdough with tomatoes, or big fat muffins with coffee. Dean doesn’t think he’s ever seen Cas take breakfast so lightly.
“Can’t have it all, I guess,” Dean mutters.
Cas looks up. “What?”
“Well, I’ve either got a happy you or a happy Sam, lately. I can’t seem to get both at the same time.”
“Oh, yes,” Cas gripes uncharitably, “I’m sure Sam’s very happy with himself right now.”
Huh. That’s not like Cas.
Dean rubs the sleep from his eyes and moves into family counselling mode. As soon as he’s poured himself some caffeine and maybe started throwing together something to eat he can–
He opens the fridge to a flurry of color.
It’s packed, as always. They’re three big guys, they go through a lot of food.
But now there’s little post-its fluttering on almost every bag and container and bottle in the refrigerator.
They are neon orange and some of them bright blue, like Sam ran out of the first color half-way through labelling everything. It was definitely Sam who did it, that’s his scrawl across each of the post-its. Different items with SAM and DEAN and CASS stuck to the front.
There are more for Dean than anyone else. He does the shopping, after all, and is sort of self-appointed King of the Kitchen.
There are plenty for Sam and a lot of the post-its with his name are stuck to the frou-frou-tofu crap and light beers that only he would want in the first place.
The fewest are labelled for Castiel.
Dean starts yanking the ones with his name off. “Cas, you can eat any of my stuff you want. Don’t listen to him.”
Cas doesn’t comment. Dean glances over his shoulder to see that Cas is still poking at the frosted biscuits in his bowl.
The mood lightens over breakfast as Dean shares some of his waffles with Cas, but Cas gives Sam a bit of the cold-shoulder for the rest of the day.
Dean pulls his brother aside at one point and tells him that if he’s gotta pull this stupid shit, he should just put post-its on the things of his that he doesn’t want Cas or Dean to touch. Sam shrugs, agrees.
And then, a few days later, another flurry of color as Dean walks into the bathroom.
The bunker has this huge room with showers and sinks, in the style of a gym or something, so they share the space between them.
It seems Sam has been through already this morning. Unfortunately, the humidity from the showers has left most the post-its floating around, face-down on the floor, so the different shave gels and shampoos and hair products and– fuck’s sake, there’s even post-its on the different stacks of towels!
Most of the items are still anonymous since the labels didn’t stick.
Dean’s standing there rolling his eyes for a moment and adding “ban Sam from going to Office Depot” to his mental to-do list when Cas comes up behind him, curious.
He scoots by Dean and picks up a few of the papers – the last of the blue and some new bright green ones – from the floor.
His shoulders slump when he turns them over to reveal three that say DEAN and one that says SAM and one that says CASS.
“This is ridiculous,” Cas says, with real spite.
“Yeah. He’s going a little overboard with it,” he scoots close and admits in a low voice, “I think he noticed I was stealing his shampoo but it just smells really good.”
Cas sighs.
The final straw seems to come at the end of the week. Dean and Cas come home from the grocery store to find the library littered with green and pink and yellow and purple post-its.
Cas and Sam get into it immediately. It’s kind of disturbing. Cas and Sam are basically the best geek friends that the world’s ever known. They agree on a lot, if not most things, and it’s disquieting to see them chewing each other out over something they love so much.
Cas points at an area of purple post-its. “First of all, Bobby found most of these, and I found all the ones over here! You can’t possibly divide the books between us, Sam! We all need to do research!”
“There are ones I need to reference all the time and you’re always bogarting them in your friggin’ bedroom! I search high and low for ‘em and I can never find them when I need them! And then him!” Sam points at Dean, “getting potato chip grease stains inside the Bergell Charm Directory and stuffing his stupid Hunger Games books into the spell tomes like we don’t know he’s reading them!”
“Hey!” Dean shouts, defensive.
“If you need a book you can ask me where it is, Sam!” Cas yells back.
“I shouldn’t have to ask! It’s–”
They’re very silent for a sudden moment.
Cas glares daggers. “Were you gonna say it’s your library? Is that what you’re getting at Sam Winchester?” he hisses.
Woah. Okay. This is getting scary. Dean steps between them. “No, that’s not what he said. This is DEFINITELY everyone’s library and we ALL have to use it. Both of you just calm down.”
“I’ll calm down when we can find where somebody left the Eymerich Grimorie,” Sam glares through Dean like he wants to open Cas up and see if the book rattles out of him.
“I’ll calm down when Sam learns to respect the people he lives with and stops accusing me of taking his useless crap,” Cas snaps.
Sam’s spine clicks him up to his full height all of a sudden. “If it’s all so useless why do you keep taking it?!”
“Dean was the one who used up your sprouts in a sandwich! He just doesn’t want to admit to knowing what sprouts are!” Cas shouts.
“How did you know that?” Dean’s drowned out by the yelling.
“And I’m not the one who labels a pile of wet towels under some random name because they can’t be bothered to do the laundry until it smells moldy!”
“Random name?” Sam and Dean both echo.
“MY NAME IS CAS!” Cas yells in their faces. He turns and flips a book closed to reveal the last of the stack of purple post-its. “Here, I’ll spell it for you:” and he writes on the post-it in black marker, C-A-S.
He rips it off the stack, turns, and slaps it on Dean’s forehead.
“Sea-aye-ess,” Cas spells out, pointing to each letter as if Sam needs specific instruction. “One S. ONLY ONE S. I have no earthly idea where you’re getting that extra S from since there’s only a single S in C a s t i e l ,” he says, slow but loud, like he’s talking to someone who refuses to fucking learn.
“I don’t know any ‘Cass,’ he certainly doesn’t live here or I’m sure I’d have FUCKING MET HIM,” Cas snaps, throws the marker at the table so hard it skids off the other side, and marches away.
Dean crosses his eyes to look up at the post-it stuck above his nose.
Sam continues to look petulant but he knows he got his shit called out on the moldy towel situation. “Fine,” he shrugs stiffly. “One S,” he rolls his eyes like, wow, what’s the big deal.
Dean plucks the post-it off his face. “Hey, there really is only one S in Castiel, I mean, it makes sense.” He stares off in the direction Cas stomped off. “I’m actually pretty proud of him for, like, asserting his identity.”
Sam ticks a frown that would be agreement and admiration if he weren’t still being pissy.
He turns to leave the room, maybe go apologize. But first he turns back.
“Cas labelled you for himself,” he says to Dean. And smirks. And leaves.
Dean turns around the post-it on his thumb. “Huh.”
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ayyy congrats on 500!! Prompt: witch/familiar au please?
@queenvee08, I live to serve <3 this is definitely going to be a longer fic at some point in the future i hope you’re happy with yourself
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“What do you think? Hellsbore or mandrake root?”
Dean stops his perusal of the two herbs which, to be fair, look almost identical, to glance over at Cas.
Cas, who is still sulking from this morning, when Dean accidentally kicked him off the bed, doesn’t answer. The only indication he gives that he’d heard Dean at all is the irritated flick of one ear in his direction.
Asshole stays in cat form when he wants to give Dean the silent treatment. And sure, Dean can hold a sulk with the best of them, but it’s also disconcerting to be ignored by someone who’s intent on raising their hind leg and indulging in a thorough tongue bath. Especially when Dean knows that Cas only does that shit to get on his nerves.
“Come on. Cas. Come on. Asked you a question. Come on buddy.”
Dean can feel Cas’ low-grade frustration thrumming through their bond at the back of his mind. It’s like having an annoying song that you just can’t quite get out of your head, or a persistent itch that lingers, no matter how you contort your body to get at it. It’s annoying, but ultimately not damaging. Except Dean is done being ignored. He truly does want Cas’ opinion, seeing that he and Cas make a hell of a team (in the six months since he and Cas bonded, Dean’s understanding and abilities have only deepened, to the point that even Bobby says that with a little more practice, he’ll make a hell of a witch), but more importantly, he wants Cas’ company.
When he’s not being a grouchy little bastard, Cas is great to have around. If he’s in cat form, he’ll laze on the counter, sunning himself and batting at the random bits of string that Dean dangles in front of him. After some trial and error and one memorable time when Dean yowled, Holy shit Cas your claws, as Cas failed to gain purchase and ended up dragging his claws down the back of Dean’s neck, he’s learned the trick of balancing on Dean’s shoulders as Dean fills orders and experiments to make different combinations of spells. Dean’s gotten used to Cas draping himself on the back of his neck, like a warm, furry weight (fucker is heavy). And then there are the times when Cas will just curl up next to him, or wrap himself around Dean’s ankles, butting his head against him. It’s worth it then, for the daily allergy potion that he drinks (a twist of fate that his familiar ended up being a cat, the one animal that Dean’s allergic to, but it’s worth it if it’s Cas).
And if Cas is in human form, then that’s even better, because he’ll sit crosslegged on the counter and help Dean measure out ingredients for spells. He’ll read spells over Dean’s shoulder, suggesting improvements or modifications (Cas’ practical knowledge of witchcraft is formidable, his intellect staggering and sharp; every time he speaks, Dean’s reminded that he’s in the presence of a mind much quicker than his own). He’ll even, if the mood strikes him, deal with customers. Dean’s seen more than one granny come tottering in, looking for a joint relief aid, and come waltzing out, starry-eyed, from a conversation with Cas.
Not that Dean blames them. Cas is gorgeous.
He’s the kind of attractive that stops people in their tracks, the kind that makes people do an unironic double-take. When you add in that jawline, those shoulders, the long elegant fingers, thick runner’s thighs, and perpetually messy bedhead, and multiply it by his pack-a-day deep voice, and then throw in his intelligence–No wonder that people are falling over themselves.
And that’s the problem. Because Dean is one of those people.
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I see AI Supernatural images going around again and they turned off the comments underneath their posts. Sigh. So the only way to give a heads up to people that it is AI is to reblog it, which I will not do. Not a big fan of publically naming blogs but I think it's fair for people to know that this is AI-generated and not handmade. Please remember AI is stealing from artists 😅
I was asked how I know it's AI because it looks scarily a lot like real art and there are a few context clues. I've written my MA thesis on AI 'artists' on Instagram and hence have looked at a lot of AI accounts so for me it kind of came with the look of it. A lot of these images look like created by midjourney. They have this very similar filter and lighting and use of color that's hard for me to explain but appear to be a blend of smooth photography, cartoon, and anime. However, of course there are also people who paint like this. After all, AI is using a database of stolen art by artist to generate stuff. So what else can you look at?
What always helps is to look at the coherency between posts. The account that I linked for example has lots of different topics it covers, not just different fandoms, but completely unrelated things. Also the style - though artists like to switch it up, so it's also a thing to be careful with, but usually they don't change their style completely every new post. This account does. You can best see it on their instagram where they made one post of Castiel with a ton of images in different styles.
Another advice is to look at the frequency. How often does the account post? Think about how making art takes time and energy. Sure, some artists are faster than others, but we like to give ourselves some time to rest and get inspiration, and also it's humanly impossible to post more detailed art in a frequency higher than 1-2 a day, and that's when the artist is extremely productive. As said in one of my earlier posts, I take around 9-40 hours to make a piece. So if you see stuff that's more detailed than something like lineart being posted every day without a break, or even multiple times a day, that's a giant indicator it's AI.
And lastly, what I found the most indicating of something being AI: the image description. You know how making art takes care and love and effort? Same with the description. If you post an image without any description on here, that's pretty suspicious. Sure, sometimes the image speaks for itself, but that's not with the AI images that I mean. With the person I linked, they posted like 10 images of Supernatural in one instagram post with just the caption 'Supernatural'. Nothing more. Look, if I had made 10 drawings of Supernatural, I would space them out so people can take their time to look at it separately. Because making art takes time, too. And if I did a compilation of all my art, I would say so, because I feel proud of it or something. There's always emotion in making art. Commitment. So that's what the description is too. It's not just thrown out into the world most of the time. And it's usually not in the way of how 'AI artists' present themselves as entrepreneurs with big ideas either - you know what I mean if you look up midjourney on Instagram.
With this particular blog, I was right. Here you can see how they say the images they post were artificially generated. I just wish they would give more transparency in general, but that's the trick with AI - people love presenting themselves to be artists without actually doing the work sadly.
Bringing the receipts to the table 😅 Also because I know a wall of text is a lot to read and visual indicators might help. But yeah remember they said AI-generated in the post that I linked but for the rest stuff isn't tagged (also look at the age of their account. Usually also an indicator if someone has been around for years they were there before AI generators took off)
See how different these styles are? Sure, they all look more on the cartoon/comic side of things, but the shading between the two Castiels is pretty different. Look at the way the nose is drawn, too. It looks like two different interpretations of Castiel in a way. And then the Dean one is again using different shading technique and detail. Lots of clothing folds suddenly, too. But honestly, it is still hard to tell if stuff is AI-generated. After all, AI is using existing art to generate something. It's just also the context clues listed above that are pretty telling.
"This story is a tragedy because it didn't have to end this way."
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"This story is a tragedy because it was always going to end this way."
#a REALLY good tragedy is locked in quantum uncertainty between these two states
One Castiel Quote per Episode 26/141 → 5.22 “SWAN SONG"
Wait 1 question for the people who've watched all of spn. How long did it take you?

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team free will hanging out and cas laughs out loud and sam is so suprised he even brings it up cause he’s never seen him full on belly laugh before but dean is all like “really?” cause cas laughs when he hangs out with him all the time
In the low lamp light I was free
Heaven and hell were words to me
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When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
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