eldest daughter dean winchester

im ellis :-) they/them lesbian, 24 spn sideblog for pugetsound. art is #my art

[lycanthropicture]

i just love that throughout all of cas's first few seasons like jimmy is also there. like they are staring into each others eyes and souls and licking their lips and stabbing and punching each other and every time u think theyre alone its like well kind of. and jimmy too.

[deanlez]

colin ford was the best actor to play sam winchester YES that includes jared i dont care

[deanlez]

(you’re torturing again voice) you’re writing speculative theoretical supernatural fanfiction about the scientific nature of souls again?

[deanlez]

omg stop asking stoppppp (nobody asked)

ahahahahahaha corny af sorry

being an angel is a strange thing. he’d never given it much thought- having had no other experience but the slow, ever-waking passing of the days, he let millennia wash over him for most of his existence. few memories stood out sharply- behind them a slight itch, as if he was forgetting something important, that he usually tried to ignore. since that morning he’d gone to hell, the itch had felt, well, more urgent to say the least. it was almost as if something was shoving him forward, try as he might to keep his feet planted firmly in his vessel. it had been a challenging few months.

in all his many years as a steward and soldier of the earth, he’d never before held a soul in his hand. he’d seen them before of course, in transport, in heavens holdings, but he never dreamed that one would feel so… it was hard to describe. castiel could stand with each limb across dimensions, he’d felt the pulse of a young star, solar winds exciting every particle of his being. he’d watched empires rise and fall, and the movement of more souls than he could count, carried by reapers and demons alike. he thought maybe there was a reason angels weren’t allowed to bring the souls to heaven themselves.

holding dean winchester in the palm of his right hand seemed to ignite something within him. a human soul is different from grace, made up of something difficult to qualify with words. grace feels like raw atomic energy, like electrical pulses funneled through a concrete and unchanging design. it’s structure is definable, even though it differs between angels. when it is extinguished, it cannot be carried by a reaper- it simply fizzles out, and joins the hum of particles and waves carrying themselves to the outer reaches of the universe. it might be rebuilt or restructured, but it cannot flow freely on it’s own, it must follow the laws of the nature of angelic being. at least this was castiel’s understanding.

human souls feel like grasping onto a flame. it curls around you, it breathes and responds like something wild and singularly its own. humans rarely differ much from each other biologically, but the variation in their souls, touched and changed by every feeling they endure, is distinctive. their ability to love, and change, and change others- it’s unique, to put it simply. angels were given the charge of watching over the experiment that is humanity, with objectivity of utmost importance. castiel could feel his slipping.

he was wandering close to blasphemy- one morning he found himself considering how lucifer could possibly have done what he did. how could he have touched a human soul and not be swayed? how could he have held a soul- felt it’s warmth, how simultaneously delicate and powerful it is, and not have seen why his father wanted to protect it? he tried to see through the archangel’s eyes for a moment, but all he could envision was the striking color of dean winchester’s soul. it had a wavelength of about 564 nanometers, and through the eyes of jimmy novak it would appear as a soft green. it was immensely distracting during the short journey between hell and pontiac, illinois, and he was glad he could not actually see it while inhabiting a vessel. small miracles.

instead he was distracted by the man’s sharp, scrutinizing gaze, framed by light lashes and furrowed brows. upon meeting him on the physical plane, castiel hardly felt the knife pierce through three layers of fabric and three more layers of skin. he was instead searching for meaning, and understanding, in the eyes of the man he had wrenched from hell only a week before. his eyes reflected a similar wavelength, and castiel pondered causality for a moment before his attention was pulled elsewhere.

[deanlez]

(you’re torturing again voice) you’re writing speculative theoretical supernatural fanfiction about the scientific nature of souls again?

[destielgaysex]

supernatural season 4

sam: guys i think im the devil incarnate

cas and dean for the past thirty-three minutes:

[googledocsdyke]

White Boy SHOCKS Waiter By Ordering In Perfect Enochian

[lordgolden]

I am READY for PowerPoint night

let me know what I’m missing lmao. Important to note, as said, that all of this is just wild speculation/theories and this is a powerpoint I made for fun. Take every single thing with a grain of salt. Based on several great posts (x) (x) 

EDIT: it was brought to my attention by @deanification​ that I failed to mention that Supernatural is also problematic because of racism and its treatment of poc. As a fandom, we all should make a better effort at recognizing racism in the show as well! 

EDIT: NEW INFO ON SPANISH DUB by @bookdork1​

[brothfan1997]

watching s1 supernatural with my girlfriend and im fighting demons (wanting to draw supernatural fanart)

[is-this-fascism]

first base is murdering you. second base is ressurecting you from the grave. third base is murdering you a second time

[rkelspn]

entangled!

[iwtv1976]

[1x20]

You hate me that much? // What are the things you want?

[queer-media-tourney]

Best Piece of Queer Media

The Sandman

Supernatural

Voting ended onFeb 26, 2024

[deanlez]

[soapstore]

something holy inside you wants to get out but you can’t let it

[themanwhowouldbefruit]

here comes my lame ass birthday boy you better clap or i'll blow this whole place up

[uh-ohspaghettio]

Literally the only destiel proof I need is the scene where lucifer mimics how Cas speaks to Dean and it’s just an immediate switch into poor little meow meow vibes with the big puppy dog eyes