#hellerween

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happy hellerween

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ID: 1. Waist up of Dean laying shirtless on his back in bed, an indistinct person straddling him and looking down at him with concern. Dean holds his hands palm-up in defense with a slightly confused frown and says, in the form of a screenshot of a tweet by ivysaurs, "of course i have a praise kink i was ignored as a child."

2. Waist up of Sam and Cas, who is drunk and leaning aggressively into Sam's space, one hand gripping Sam's bicep and the other pointing a finger in his face. Cas says, in the form of a screenshot of a tumblr post by @whitehairedanimeboyfriend, "'I fucked your mom this' 'I have sex with your dad that' well I have a weird and homoerotic relationship with your hot older brother and he got lost in my eyes over our jumbo pizza slices and forgot to pick you up after soccer practice. it's raining and you're devastated btw." Sam leans back and holds his hands up in defense, expression shocked and incredulous. /end ID

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happy hellerween ya’ll🧡

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Sam like 'they keep telling me its their anniversary but when i ask 'of what' they change the subject

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ID: 1. Full body of Charlie, hair in a short curly bob, wearing a tee shirt and jeans, lounging in the drivers seat of a car at night. The seat is tilted back and there is a crumpled flannel shirt on her lap as if she had been using it as a blanket. She has one foot propped up on the dash and one arm behind her head, the other hand holding up her phone. She smiles incredulously at the screen. Text overlay shows her conversation with 'Tall Sam'. Sam: Hey what's it called when a guy is mostly into girls but also sometimes guys? Charlie: Omg Sam r u coming out to me [star eye emoji]? Sam: No it's for someone else. Charlie: Bisexual btw. Other options but lets start there. Sam: Thanks. Charlie: U rly couldnt google this? Had to text your one gay friend for backup lol. Sam: There were a lot of results I didn't want to get it wrong sorry. Charlie: Never wrong when ur labeling urself sammo! And dw ive always wanted to be someones gay Yoda. [gif of Yoda nodding and saying 'learning you are']

2. Full body of Sam wearing a flannel and jeans, sitting on a stool against the kitchen island in the bunker, his laptop open in front of him, both thumbs tapping on his phone with a worried frown. Behind him, Dean and Cas stand close together in front of the stove, Dean - who is wearing an apron - holding out a wooden spoon for Cas to taste from. Cas is obediently leaning forward to take a bite. Text overlay shows Sam's conversation with 'Charlie B' continue from his perspective. Sam: AGAIN NOT FOR ME. I am...gay-Yodaing by proxy. Because I know this person would never ask. Charlie: Omg is Dean finally hopping on the rainbow road with me?? Ive been saving his seat. Sam: Just a friend of mine!! Anyway I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to out someone without permission Charlie! Charlie: Dam u got me. #1 rule in the Gay Code of Conduct. Sam: And I'm insulted you were more excited about Dean being hypothetically bisexual than me. Charlie: I'm sorry. I would welcome you with open arms [sparkle heart emoji] [rainbow emoji]. Sam: Thank you. Charlie: And I know several dudes who would welcome u with open legs. Sam: ENDING THIS CONVERSATION. Charlie: [gif of Yoda saying 'i sense much fear in you'] /end ID

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dw on this the day of hellerween it will always work out

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ID: POV of a selfie; shoulders up on Claire in the foreground, half in frame and making a mildly tired expression. A screenshot of a tweet by poxeii hovers above her and reads "why are the guys at the table next to me in this restaurant talking about how they 'would choose each other in every universe but it might not always work out.'" Behind her are Dean and Castiel sitting across from each other at a small table, holding both of the other's hands in theirs. Dean is leaning forward and saying something with a devastated and pained expression while Castiel gazes back with an equal amount of pain and regret. /end ID

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12x11 is one of those A- eps that woulda been an A+ if Cas was there

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1a. Waist up of Dean on a mottled pale beige background, wearing a gray and red plaid shirt over a black tee. He is holding a pistol in both hands, pointing it at the viewer and glaring over the top of it, lip curled as he demands, "Who are you?" 1b. Reverse shot of Castiel, looking into Dean's eyes with soft concern as he casually nudges the barrel of the gun away from his face with two fingers. Cas replies, "Dean, it's me. Castiel." 1c. Reverse shot of Dean in the same position, gun now tilted away slightly from Cas's touch. Offscreen, Cas continues, "Sam called. Said you were having some...memory issues...?" Dean squints at him, lips pursed skeptically. His speech bubble has an ellipsis and text behind his head reads "processing..." in bright green techy font. 1d. Repeat. Dean's face clears, eyebrows popping up as he exclaims, "Oh!"

2a. Waist up of Dean from Cas's POV, grinning with genuine joy as he reaches both arms behind himself to tuck his gun away. He says, "Castiel, right!! You're my best friend!!" 2b. Reverse shot of Cas as Dean darts forward and throws his arms around his neck in a tight hug. Dean exclaims, "Hi, dude!" Cas's arms fly up in surprise, eyes shocked wide and cheeks flushed red as his chin is tucked into Dean's shoulder. 2c. Zoom out slightly. Blushing and smiling shyly, Cas rests his hands on Dean's back and says "Um...you're my best friend too, Dean..." Dean replies, "Haha, sweet." 2d. Zoom out to knees-up. Dean breaks the hug and leans back, holding Cas at arms length by the shoulders with a grin. His gun is now visible, stuffed barrel-down into the back of his jeans. Dean says, "Dude, you smell like ozone." Cas, arms now hanging straight at his sides and still a bit red in the face, furrows his brow and replies "Um...thank you? It's the ozone." Dean: "Ohhh..." Cas: "Dean...did you remember to put the safety on?" Dean: "The what?" /End ID

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THANKS FOR ANOTHER GREAT NOVEMBER 5TH EVERYONE!!

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ID: Dean, Castiel, Jack, Sam, and Eileen standing in a line against a damask-papered wall in the stylings of one of those haunted house photos, reacting to a scare offscreen. Dean is hunched over at the back of the line and screaming open-mouthed, both hands gripping onto the back of Cas’s trenchcoat like reigns. Cas has lurched forward, coat stretching out behind him in Dean’s grip, instinctively putting two arms protectively around his son. His right hand is in front of Jack, turning him away from the scare, and the other is cupping the back of their head as if to tuck them under his chin. Cas’s mouth is pressed shut but his eyes are wide and startled. Jack looks surprised and fascinated, the right string of their hoodie falling out of his mouth as he stares at the scare offscreen. They are half turned away from the scare at Cas’s nudging, right hand resting on Sam’s arm in front of them and left holding his left hoodie string in a fist. Sam is screaming open-mouthed, shoulders pulled up to his ears as he straightens to his full height like a startled cat. He is holding onto Eileen in front of him with both arms, clutching his own hand just under her chest and squishing her tightly to him in fright. Eileen, obviously having not heard the audio cue that scared the rest of them, looks confused and a little irritated, hands covering Sam’s over her torso. She is startled only by Sam’s sudden bear hug as his jump launches her own breasts up toward her chin. /end ID

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I wish I could find the post that inspired this but I lost it I'm sorry fjfjfjd

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ID: 1. Wide shot of the Impala from the right side on an empty country road. Dean is in the drivers seat, left elbow resting on the open window frame and right hand loosely gripping the steering wheel. Cas is standing outside the car and reaching for the passenger door handle. Dean looks over at him with a smile and says "Get in, man." 2. Repeat. Dean suddenly rolls the car forward a few feet, yanking the door handle out of Cas's reach. He cackles, head thrown back, as Cas looks after him in confusion, hand hovering. 2. Repeat. Dean stops the car and looks out toward Cas, grinning and stifling further giggles. He teases, "What's the deal, Cas? Get in the car." Cas walks up toward the door again, confused, hand slotting into the handle. 3. Repeat. Dean rolls the car forward again, cackling, but Cas keeps a grip on the handle, tearing the entire passenger door off with a loud KER-CHUNK. 4. Shot of the Impala interior from the front as Dean rolls to a stop. His eyes are closed, expression slack and darkened with instant regret. In the middle distance outside the car, Cas stands frowning, holding up the torn off door. /End ID

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My best friend castiel its him its his day

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ID: Several drawings of Castiel in his usual suit and trenchcoat in slightly different color palettes and styles. 1. Shoulders up of Cas making a neutral face, colors painted and desaturated. 2. Full body doodle of a cartoony Cas standing in profile, colors golden as bees drift lazily around him. 3. Shoulders up of Castiel in more saturated colors, ducking his head shyly as he looks up at the viewer with trepidation, cheeks pink. 4. Full body of Cas in neutral, realistic colors, laying prostrate over a table like David Tennant with one foot tucked under him and the other splayed out to rest on the back of the chair behind him. His left arm dangles over the near edge of the table and his right pushes his hair back as he looks up at the viewer with a neutral expression and says "Hello, Dean." 5. Shoulders up of Castiel in bright pink colors, holding what looks like a business hard up to his face and squinting at it with a stubborn frown as if he needs glasses. /end ID