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only watching deep space nine and nothing else star trek is. well. insane, bobby

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CHARLIE: "WE STILL TALKING ABOUT SAM OR DID YOU BREAK UP WITH SOMEONE TOO?"

DEAN: (YEP) "ME? NAH."

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Dark Angel 02x03 // Supernatural 10x22

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Stackednatural- 64/327

Patience (13x03) October 26th, 2017

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just. the contrast between cas first communicating with dean in such a deafening, piercing way and. the complete and utter silence that lingers after he speaks his last words to him.

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i think that's quite accurate yeah

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Always looking for ways to love you Never failing to fight at your side; While the angels of love protect us From the innermost secrets we hide. 

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dean winchester screams cries & begs for gay sex

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Dean barely notices when Sam runs into the house to investigate the nephilim situation. His eyes dart this way and that, taking in the tattered, broken wingspan spread out before him.

All of the times that he lost Cas, he never saw his wings. Not once. And it feels so…final.

Dean’s lips tremble as he casts his gaze upwards towards where he knows heaven is watching. He wonders if the angels care. He wonders if God cares.

He knows Chuck probably isn’t even in heaven, and maybe he has his ears turned off while he’s having the family meeting to end all family meetings with Amara, but he tries anyway. He wants to beg, bargain, and scream, but he’s not sure he can speak. He sends up a plea, his lips mouthing silent prayers.

The air is still. Too still. Deathly still.

Dean squeezes his eyes shut and slumps down to the ground. He bows his head down, but he can’t yet bear to look. Not yet. Not again.

He breathes, and it feels like a monumental effort. He is hyper aware of being alive, of his lungs filling with oxygen and expelling carbon dioxide, and suddenly he thinks he might understand why yoga helps to clear the mind. Maybe he’ll take it up. He could do with a nice, clear mind after…after…

He opens his eyes. Cas is there, but he isn’t.

Dean swallows against the burning lump in his throat as he reaches a hand out. Hand touches hand. One is cold.

Dean stares at the eyes and wills them to open as he curls his fingers around the still, cold hand. And finally, after much effort, he finds that he can speak.

“Please,” Dean pleads, his voice smaller than he thinks it has ever been. “Please. Cas. I need you.”

No. That’s not right. That’s not enough.

“I love you.”

Too late. He says it, finally, after all of these years, and it falls on deaf ears. Ears that will never hear those words.

Dean’s eyes sting. “Come back. Like you always do.” His voice cracks. “I love you. I love you. I love you. Please come back.”

The world is still. Too still.

He’s not coming back this time.

Dean folds himself over Cas’s body and finally allows himself to break.

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for @ghostsam's 3k event:

4x19 / 5x13 / 4x21 Maybe you're right. Maybe there's no escape. After all, how can you run from what's inside you?

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five minutes to six - now complete

Castiel Novak has been the co-host of Good Morning, Lawrence! for a little over ten years when he stumbles across the story of a lifetime. But after a producer pulls the segment and tells him to forget it, Castiel begins to wonder who's really pulling the strings. Can he bring the truth to light while somehow managing to keep his co-host, and the man he loves, in the dark? a.k.a. the newscaster au

read on ao3

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oh that scene where Zachariah tells Dean about the angels planning the apocalypse and the color gradually and subtly changing... gets me everytime

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it’s [still] about the handssss