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since it's the six months anniversary, reblog and put in the tags which moment of The Scene made you realize that This Is Really Happening

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Crows don’t just remember the faces of the people who wronged them. They also remember those who were kind. They tell each other who to look after and who to watch out for.

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i still can't believe some people are trying to die on the hill of cas confessing his love to dean platonically, like literally what are you talking about. they are platonically the best of friends already, what secret level of friendship do you think cas is confessing to?

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this scene transition…

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new personality test: when someone says “that shot of cas in on the head of a pin” do you think of the halo shot or the cas looking up covered in blood shot

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so the other day i wondered if i'd be normal about spn ever again

lmao

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there will never be a time where i won’t reblog this once it comes across my dash.

they teach you about art in school, but they could’ve never prepared you for this.

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you made it

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After he retires from hunting, Dean starts growing out his hair.

It’s not on purpose. It’s just that with so many changes - no longer hunting, moving out of the bunker, moving in to a bedroom with Cas - some of his old routines fall by the wayside. Dean doesn’t even really notice until one morning, he’s looking in the mirror and realizing that he’s got bangs. 

(He’s been growing out his beard too but that’s less of a big deal. No one ever looked less manly with a beard.)

He can tell Sam wants to make fun of him for it the next time they meet. Not because he’s against long hair, obviously, but because Dean has been teasing him for so long and without mercy about his own crow’s nest of a hairdo. Maybe sensing how not receptive Dean would be to it, he wisely holds his tongue. 

Cas, though, Cas seems to like his new hair. He’s running his hands through Dean’s hair a lot more now, casually stopping as he’s walking by to tuck stray-away locks behind Dean’s ear. He tugs on it sometimes, during sex, which wasn’t even a thing Dean knew he was into but hello. 

Dean still can’t help but ask, after fussing over his hair in the mirror for far longer than he’d like to admit one morning, what Cas really thinks.

“I like it,” Cas says, smiling as he settles by Dean’s side, both of them leaning against the kitchen counter. “It makes you look… softer.”

Never in Dean’s life has ‘soft’ been anything but an insult but the way Cas says it, the way he looks at him, takes all the bite out of it.

Still, he asks, “That’s a good thing, right?”

Cas leans in close, gently tucking Dean’s hair aside to press a kiss against the sensitive skin just behind his ear.

“Yes. That’s a very good thing.”

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It's just like, you have an angel sitting in the backseat of your big black muscle car. You're playing led zeppelin on the radio. He knows all the words to the song because you taught him all the words to the song. He's wearing a trench coat and the body of a suburban dad from Illinois. You're brother is asleep in the passenger's seat, but the angel doesn't sleep unless something is really wrong, and if something were really wrong you probably wouldn't be thinking about the fact that you have an angel of the lord (is he even of the lord anymore, or is he of you?) in the backseat of your big black muscle car listening to led zeppelin, and not for the first time you realize how absurd that is. This thing, this holy, divine, ancient thing, is leaning his head against your car window watching the mile markers pass by and tapping his fingers to a cassette tape you made when you were 19 and not yet so burdened by the weight of the world (though that isn't to say you weren't burdened, just not by as much as you are now). You stare at his profile in the rearview mirror instead of staring at the open miles of two lane highway in front of you. He's not the closest you've ever gotten to divinity, but he's the closest you've ever gotten to normal.

That's the core of the absurdity, finding normalcy in an angel. Finding habit in the way he brings you coffee every morning as soon as you wake up. Finding comfort in his hand on your shoulder. Finding fondness in his smile when you make a bad joke. Finding irritation in the roll of his eyes when you're both too stubborn for your own good. It's normal, it's familiar, and if you would've told yourself 15 years ago that an angel would worm his way so deeply into your heart that there are times you can't tell the difference between the two - past-you probably would've told now-you to fuck off.

He meets your eye in the mirror finally, you're surprised it took him this long since it feels like you've been staring for hours (that's normal too, the staring. At first you thought it was an angel thing, but eventually you realized it was just a him thing, and then it became a you and him thing, and then it just stuck). He half smiles at you and your heart catches in you chest. But it doesn't catch because an angel is smiling at you, it catches because he is. Because at a certain point you stopped thinking there's an angel sitting in the backseat of my big black muscle car and started thinking the love of my life is sitting in the backseat of my big black muscle car. You turn up the led zeppelin, and smile back.

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gosh i love fan fic authors

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k i know nobody asked but the one line from 15x18 that i specifically Cannot Process and Will Never Be Over is “because the one thing……i want………….it’s something i know i can’t have.” LIKE THAT IS SO INSANE??? THAT HE WAS ALLOWED TO JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD?? ON REAL ACTUAL NETWORK TELEVISION?? like. like. at LEAST once an hour, every single day, for fucking two months straight now, it just Hits again that cas wants dean. like he thinks dean is beautiful, and he daydreams about dean in his spare moments, and his heart flutters when dean looks at him or laughs at his jokes or brushes a hand across his shoulder, because cas fucking Wants Him. wants him!!!! like oh my fucking god, there are so many intimate and vulnerable and deeply romantic experiences implied in the idea of wanting someone, and it’s just CANON??? fucking CANON!?? that castiel, THEE angel of THEE lord, has felt ALL OF THAT for dean. that something about him was so fundamentally changed in such a relatively short amount of time that now the One Thing He Wants, More Than Anything Else In All Of Creation, is a fucking romantic relationship with dean winchester. and that’s just real???????? and they aired it???? absolute fucking MADNESS LUV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anyways my bad if that was unhinged, i just watched soberdenatutal’s lord huron the night we met amv again and i am not “in control of my actions” at the moment

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