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— ’Death Doesn’t Discriminate Between The Sinners And The Saints And It Takes And It Takes And It Takes, But We Keep Living Anyway.’
14.19 — Deleted Scene
Castiel’s shoulder tilt at the end (Such a drama queen, we love him. Strike a pose Angel, strike a pose)
I want to thank everyone who got my first edit to 5,000+ notes, y’all are darling 💕
Dean Winchester Stills - 1.05 / Bloody Mary . Color practice
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Lay Your Weary Head To Rest. .
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I don’t think we give baby enough credit for taking care of her boys but it saddens me to think someday she’ll be an empty shell…
She’ll sit and wonder when Dean is going to come and brush the leaves off her windshield or for the big one to plop himself down in the passenger’s seat, making her squeak underneath his feet… And if she had a voice she’d raise it high in protest at their muddy army boots ruining her interior… But they never showed…
Weeks became months, months accumulated into years and there was no key being jammed into her door, no slamming to her sides, no laughing or bantering from the two she loved so dearly. Instead, weeds had grown around her tires, the windows stained in hard water spots from a few heavy rains, and the poor car, she’s old, but what she’d give for one last trip on the open road before her engine gives, to see her boys in her rearview mirrors -sun shining on their faces- just one last time. Where had her little Sam and Dean gone?
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Cas walks slowly into the field. He remembers when Sam and Dean would drive here, share a beer and stare at the stars. It was a favorite place. Perhaps that’s why Dean chose to leave her here. In a place that was familiar, special.
“I’ve been looking for you,” he says, running his hands over the hood. He reaches into his pocket and his hand clenches around the key Dean gave him almost a decade ago.
He places his hand on the roof and brushes the leaves and dirt away. He then runs his hands across the exterior. He closes his eyes and grace floods over the exterior. The rust disappears. The gleam returns.
Cas smiles and opens the driver side door. Grasping the steering wheel firmly, he says, “I missed, you too, Baby. I’m sorry…Sam and Dean are gone. But I’m here now. I’ll take care of you. Forever.”
Cas’s fingers brush over the carved initials of the two men who changed his life.
Gone from this earth, but he will never forget.
He turns the key and Baby purrs for him.
She’ll be taken care of now.
Forever.
Over time, Cas restores her over and over again.
Neither Baby nor Cas ever forget the Winchesters.
Ever.
Well now this add on hurts even more
But it was beautifully written. 🙈💕
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Lay Your Weary Head To Rest. .
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I don’t think we give baby enough credit for taking care of her boys but it saddens me to think someday she’ll be an empty shell...
She’ll sit and wonder when Dean is going to come and brush the leaves off her windshield or for the big one to plop himself down in the passenger's seat, making her squeak underneath his feet... And if she had a voice she’d raise it high in protest at their muddy army boots ruining her interior... But they never showed...
Weeks became months, months accumulated into years and there was no key being jammed into her door, no slamming to her sides, no laughing or bantering from the two she loved so dearly. Instead, weeds had grown around her tires, the windows stained in hard water spots from a few heavy rains, and the poor car, she’s old, but what she’d give for one last trip on the open road before her engine gives, to see her boys in her rearview mirrors -sun shining on their faces- just one last time. Where had her little Sam and Dean gone?
HD versions 💤
Filter Vers added 💤
🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸
Lay Your Weary Head To Rest. .
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I don’t think we give baby enough credit for taking care of her boys but it saddens me to think someday she’ll be an empty shell...
She’ll sit and wonder when Dean is going to come and brush the leaves off her windshield or for the big one to plop himself down in the passenger's seat, making her squeak underneath his feet... And if she had a voice she’d raise it high in protest at their muddy army boots ruining her interior... But they never showed...
Weeks became months, months accumulated into years and there was no key being jammed into her door, no slamming to her sides, no laughing or bantering from the two she loved so dearly. Instead, weeds had grown around her tires, the windows stained in hard water spots from a few heavy rains, and the poor car, she’s old, but what she’d give for one last trip on the open road before her engine gives, to see her boys in her rearview mirrors -sun shining on their faces- just one last time. Where had her little Sam and Dean gone?
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And all I really know is, whatever this is, it doesn’t get easier.
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Welcome to the end 💕
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So what’s it all add up to? It’s hard to say. But me, I’d say this was a test for Sam and Dean, and I think they did all right. Up against good, evil, angels, devils, destiny, and God himself. They made their own choice. They chose family. And, well, isn’t that kind of the whole point?
One Last Ride. Fall 2019.
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