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Destiel is like if you were a child and you said to your parent are we getting McDonald’s and they said. No. And you said awwww man. And then you looked out the window and said wait but there’s a McDonald’s right there are we getting McDonald’s? And they said. No. And then you pulled into the parking lot for McDonald’s and you go so we’re getting McDonald’s :) and they say. No. And then go use the McDonald’s bathroom without making a purchase while leaving you in the car. And you keep driving and pull into a different McDonald’s into the drive thru line and your parent orders food for you and when you get it you go Aw yeah McDonald’s! And your parent says why the fuck do you think we’re getting McDonald’s. You’re crazy. You’re insane. You’re also a pervert. And yanked your fries out of your hands and tossed them out the window. But at the end of the day. You did. You did get McDonald’s

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on one level, supernatural is a bad tv show. on another level, it is the best soap opera ever made. on a third, different level, it is an intricate tragicomedy about generational trauma. and on a fourth level, it is a true story in which the characters are real people actively affecting the plot. i could keep going. the media experience of all time.

#hi again everyone

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he’s so CUTE

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They’re in the middle of a heated argument when it finally happens.

“You left!” Dean explodes suddenly, all pent-up emotion breaking through and tearing down vulnerable walls he spent years building up. They’re all demolished in the span of two broken words. But he’s too angry, too hurt, and can’t bring himself to care.

So he keeps going. “You left me!” he yells. “Every single time, Cas! I told you in Purgatory that I needed you, and what do you do? You fucking leave me. And then in the crypt it happens all over again. I said I needed you, goddammit, and you left me alone and confused without a word.”

Dean’s moving closer to Cas now, unable to stop the words from coming even if he wanted to. They’ve needed to be said for too long now. “I don’t just say stuff like that, Cas. That was a first for me, and I’ve never needed someone like I needed you—still need you—and I was and am fucking terrified, and both times you just up and left. Jesus, man, you could have at least had the good graces to tell me no before going, or even just saying something. You left me and gave me the biggest rejection letter of all time, so yeah, maybe it’s stupid, but excuse me for being a little bit hurt.”

Dean is inches from Cas and Cas is just staring at him, expression unreadable. The silence that follows just makes Dean all the more pissed. “Well,” he bites out through his teeth. “Are you gonna say something? I mean, you know how I feel about you. Or are you just gonna take off?”

And shit, Cas’ façade is breaking and what’s left standing there is an angel who looks so incredibly lost and… sad.

“Great,” Dean mutters, turning his back and beginning to walk away. The last thing he needs is Cas pitying him. That would just be salt in the wound. “Okay then. Go on. Fly. We can pretend it never happened.”

“I love you,” says Cas, his voice made of gravel.

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#i was 15 😭

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#okay.

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spn season 1 said we are going to give the smart and sensitive one a simmering rage just below the surface and we are going to imbue the tough devil-may-care one with a quiet reserve of vulnerablity. this will give disorders to no 14 year olds

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w*ncesties fuck off this post 🔫🗿

#sorry this is going around again (delightful) and has apparently reached them (horrid)

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Is Destiel Canon Yet ?

11/5/2020: Yes.

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dean’s hands shake.

they always have. they shake from fear–not during the fight, no, dad made sure his hands were steady when he held his gun. but they shake after, when he allows himself to swallow and realize just how afraid he had been.

they shake from drunkenness. sometimes so badly that he can hardly pick up the bottle to take another swig. he puts his head in them and can feel how they tremble while the familiar images flash in his mind–mom dying, sam dying, cas dying, everyone he loves dying, dying, dying and him being unable to stop it.

they shake from adrenaline. because cas is standing just a little too close, staring just a little too long. he should be used to it by now. and he is, in a way, but he can’t help but feel that they’re at the precipice of something huge. at the edge of a cliff that he’s one second from jumping off of. his hands shake because the words are on the tip of his tongue, pressing at the roof of his mouth to get out. his heart is beating too hard and he’s so close, they’re so close.

they shake from desire. the first time he touches cas’ hip, the knobs at the bottom of his spine. he’s nervous, and that’s not helping, but he’s never pressed his palms and run the pads of his fingers upon anything as breathtaking as cas. cas, who saved him. cas, who saves him everyday, who is saving him right now. he presses his mouth to the angel’s neck, willing his hands to be steady enough to undo the buttons on cas’ shirt.

in the aftermath, cas takes his hands. he kisses each knuckle and finger tip and looks at dean with love so clearly in his eyes that dean has to blink away the wetness forming in his own. peace rushes through him like he’s never felt before, filling his heart and his lungs. he lifts his hands to cas’ face, cradles his jaw, strokes his cheekbones with his thumbs. and look at that, he thinks to himself. perfectly fucking still.

#i was so real for this