let’s talk about dean winchester and his overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love
i’ve got a theory
that it’s a demon! a dancing demon? no something isn’t right there
i’ve got a theory that ezekiel is actually zadkiel, the archangel of freedom, mercy and benevolence and the patron angel of all who forgive
i’ve got a theory he’s good and gentle and sweet and is actually trying to do the right thing even if his methods aren’t the ideal ones (ahemmm this concept sounds familiar…)
I’ve been killing my brain trying to remember and I can’t, so followers, please HELP!
when was the last time there was a mention of one of Dean’s one night stands?
in the meantime I’m reading Point Pleasant and jfc what a fic
"You don’t want to fuck Castiel!" Sam accuses.
Castiel’s eyes widen slightly.
"What? Shut up, yes, I do," Dean snarls, but it’s so clearly a lie. He looks Castiel up and down, obviously trying jumpstart a reaction out of his dick, but Sam can see it’s not working.
"Oh my god, you do want to screw Cas," he moans.
aaahhh this is the fluff
"He asked me if I was with anyone. I told him I was always with you. And with Sam to a lesser degree."
Summary: Almost two years after the world doesn’t end, Castiel falls from grace—and loses his voice in the process. It is the impetus for confession and change; before long, he is settling into a loving relationship with Dean, the Winchesters are tired, and hunting for a place to land has taken precedence to hunting anything else. Dean and Castiel fall in love with the strange little house on the end of Swallowtail Drive, and for a little while life is as it should be—sweet, affectionate, and beginning afresh.
But more and more Castiel sees and hears things in the house that beg the question of whether or not a place itself can be alive. The walls and rooms seem to shift and grow and breathe, and one night, Dean comes home from a hunt changed in a way that Castiel cannot explain. In the months that follow, their domestic bliss takes turns for the dark and sour, and the confusion of their circumstances will ultimately test everything Castiel knows about the man he loves, and everything he believes to be true.
The inexhaustible silence of houses more like Read this and your heart will be stomped on and your eyes will burn from days on end and you’ll get feels and feels and die a slow painful death with agony, heartache and dehydration
i don’t know if the puking is because of the antibiotics or supernatural
"I held your soul in my possession and purposefully left my mark so that all who looked upon it would know that I was the one who raised you from damnation. You are my masterpiece and my signature is etched into every cell in your body, written into your very DNA"…
this is the awesome smut that is comforting me after the Twist and Shout angst beast
"Yeah, well, I figured that God and I had a good arrangement," Dean scowls at him. The whisky is warming him up, loosening his tongue, and Dean is pretty sure that talking now is a bad idea, but he couldn’t help himself even if he tried. "I get rid of monsters for His flock, and He’ll let me drink and use His name in vain now and then."
"There is no such arrangement."
I’m crying, I’m laughing, I just don’t know anymore
He’d find out what heavenly diner Sam had found this pie at later, right now—
The word “heavenly” set off a bell in Dean’s head, mixing a new idea with that of the piping hot cherry pie.