I love it when Supernatural was so obvious
It's as if the idea was to show Dean and Cas were a roma--[gunshots]
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I love it when Supernatural was so obvious
It's as if the idea was to show Dean and Cas were a roma--[gunshots]
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Supernatural 15x2 - “Raising Hell”
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Dean hasn’t slept in thirty-six hours.
Not because he can’t find a place to sit down, but mostly because he can’t relax. Coffee and caffeine fuel his movements, anger and adrenaline keeping him wired just enough to walk and talk and act like a normal human being. But the second he sits still—the one second where he closes his eyes, he’s gone, standing straight up and leaning against whatever hard surface he can find. In some cases, a wall or a door, or even a chair.
In this case, he falls asleep in a classroom, sitting behind a desk with his fingers steepled, pressing into his forehead. This time of night, not too many people are awake, and if they are, they’re wandering, either keeping out of each other’s way or gathering together to chat, mostly in the cafeteria. Hidden away in the back of the school—why couldn’t they just take over a motel instead?—Dean sits and listens to the sound of nothing. Occasional footsteps, chatter from down the hall—most importantly, quiet.
Someone breaks that bubble, though—and Dean could recognize those footsteps a mile away. “Busy here,” Dean huffs, on the precipice of passing out again. He can almost taste it, the sweet release of unconsciousness, black curling at his vision—
But hands grab him instead, hoisting him out of his chair and against the whiteboard; his hips hit the marker tray, and he winces, opening his eyes to find Castiel, just as pissed as ever. Good. He deserves it, after all the shit he’s pulled in the last few days. What God forced him to do.
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In a perfect world, Jack would still be alive and David Tennant would be cast as Belphegor. Tell me he wouldn’t kill that role?!
where’s ketch’s anti possession necklace
One scene ended with a kiss. One didn't. Wonder why that was.
If the CW wasn't so homophobic, Dean and Cas would've kissed.