#assbutt in the garrison

[assbuttinthegarrison]

Assbutt-in-the-garrison is taken, sorry.

[all-or-nothing-baby]

So, it's been Mother's Day here in the sunny (for a godamn change) UK.

The above pic is my frickin AWESOME 'Assbutt' card my 10 year old made for me (yes, Cas is his boi).

B-b-but the part inside, with the broken heart, with Sam and Dean and Cas' names though?! And the bit underneath, with: 'Every Episode Ever'--

He just... gets it.

BONUS:

He also said to me, "Mum, Cas' name is a bit closer to Dean's 'cause Cas loves Dean the best."

What a rad little dude.

[imperfectangel223-blog]

Happy Halloween! 🎃

Happy Halloween peoples!

Hope you have a great day/night! Have fun and be safe please.

Remember some great 'Supernatural' like advice 👇👇👇

[cooloddball]

Okay I get it. Some people have this image of Dean being this BAMF and won't read AU fics unless Dean is depicted 'properly' as per their standards. Same goes for Cas and Sam, though I feel like Sam is not as complex as these two but well, I don't really know.

Here is what I have to say;

Don't tell people their fic is not depicting Dean the way he should be because they are not a BAMF.

First of all Dean is yes a BAMF but he is also soft, nerdy, well read, a father, a mother, a brother, a lover, he's a flirt, he is committed, he loves women, he loves men, he drinks beer, he takes shots, he drinks wine, he eats bacon, he eats double cheese burgers, he cries, he's soft, he not a health freak, he cooks, he feels things deeply, sometimes he pretends not to feel at all, he laughs like it's his last day on earth, he's playful, he's serious, he loves food,he's open, he has secrets, he has known pain, he had known love, he has adhd, he's neat, he's untidy, he pretends to hate chickflicks but loves them, he loves action movies, he loves cowboys, he loves classic rock, he loves Taylor swift, he's a big softie, he doesn't know how to use his words sometimes so he makes thoughtful gifts, he kills monsters (both human and suoernatural), he hates and moves dogs too, he can sing, he plays the piano, he cared too much, he always makes the heart choice, he would lay down his life for people he loves, he loves Sam, he loves Cas, he was a knight of hell once, he was alsoan archangel that one time,he punched God and broke his guitar, he killed one of his oldest friends because he was a monster,he's in love with cas,he taught Jack and Cas to fish, he's the best hunter, he is afraid of snakes and spiders,he's the meatman, be met Eliott Ness, he killed Hitler, God's sister was obsessed with her, he had a gangbang with the king of hell and triplets, he did sex stuff to the Cartwright twins etc.

As for Cas, yes he is the most BAMF in the garrison, he's more human than angel, he smokes weed, he likes orgies, he calls fellow angels names like assbutt and little bitch,he cries,he gates his dad,he uses emoticons, he loves pb&j, he is dean's best friend, he is Sam's friend, he doesn't understand that reference, he laughs, sometimes he drinks a whole liquor store, he and Dean have profound bond, he's gay for deanbut also kinda not gay or straight either (who needs labels am I right?), he doesn't conform to gender norms, he's the best dad, he loves guinea pigs, he tried joining social media once but quit because of too many cat videos, he's super smart, he's super strong, his family is Dean,Sam and Jack,he does things that will make Dean happy,he and Dean are married but not really,he has different trenchcoats, he does bad things so Dean and Sam don't have to, he's a tweetie pie,he and Dean are real, he smooshed a leviathan blossom, he married the queen of the djinn, he's friends with a scruffy philistine and a talking dog, he once led armies, he gets washed up for orgies, he would lay down his life for the people he loves, he was Lucifer once, he has beef with Eve the mother of all monsters, he woke up the empty,he learned that from the pizzaman, he watches porn in a room full guys and gets a boner, he's a weurd dorky littke guy with blue eyes and sensible shoes, he'll wait here then etc.

My point is, Dean is a lot of things, he isn't just one thing neither is Cas and writers can write whichever version of them or all as they deem fit. Just read what you are more comfortable with and let creators create.

[houseofelle]

“Part of His World”

(Sung to the tune of “Part of Your World” from The Little Mermaid)

Originally titled, “Part of Their World” … recently changed because reasons 

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“Part of His World”

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Look at this perch... Isn't it neat?

Wouldn’t you think my existence complete?

Wouldn't you think I'm the 'gel... The 'gel who has ev'rything?

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Humanity's watch, a garrison's creed

For 2,000 years, a position I heed

Lookin' around here you'd think… Sure! Cas got everything…

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But once, I set forth on a mission,

Raise a man up from dark perdition

An angel of the lord… in a trenchcoat

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But who cares? No crossroads deal

I want more…

I wanna be where the hunters are

I wanna see, Wanna see 'em slaying

Huntin’ around in those…

What'd’ya call em?... Flannel

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Flappin’ your wings you don't get too far...

Impalas are really the seventh heaven

Cruising along down a… deserted highway …

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Down where he walks. Down where he runs.

Down where he blue steels all day in the sun...

Flickering lights, salt circles at night

Part of his world

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What would I give, if I could live with Dean Winchester?

What would I pay, to spend my days, in crap motel beds?

Fake FBI, warm apple pie, the voice says I'm almost out of minutes

Monster killin'... Team Free Willin'...

Hey, Assbutt!

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Now I'm ready to know what the humans know

Ask Dean my questions, and get some answers

Note sure how orange correlates with black, in a way that's new

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When's it my turn? Wouldn't I love…

Love to explore what the pizza man does?

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Shooting the breeze...

or watching the bees...

Part of his world

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[29-pieces]

Part 4/10 art throwback - Uriel and his spirit animal, a leopard. Fanart for an AU Supernatural series by @aini-nufire, featuring angels with fighting spirit animals instead of wings! 

Episode 4 of Apocalypse Wars: The Mole.  Zachariah’s forces make a move to wipe out the rebel garrison. (featuring some awesome Cas whump, which I always love! Spoiler: Uriel is an assbutt.) 

Read here on AO3

Part 1: Cas and panther Part 2: Gabriel and eagle  Part 3: Lilith and hydra

[plaidstiel-wormstache]

Above the Northern Lights

Christmas Challenge: request by @grace-for-sale with Cass and the song Above the Northern Lights by Mannheim Steamroller Listen to this first, as it’s more of a feeling I got that inspired the below... AN: the biggest thank you goes to the best beta a writer could ask for - @whispersandwhiskerburn. She wrote half of this, giving it an added sense of magic. Thank you my wonder woman!

Castiel had always watched earth with great interest. The angel watched each creature, but one more so than others. The one that dominated the planet, sprawled across its surface, claiming everything as its own. Humans intrigued Castiel. Not only because it was his Father’s command to watch over the two-legged creatures, to shepherd and care for them, but because he was fascinated by them. By their rituals and short lives. How quickly they formed emotional attachments, and how quickly those bonds could be broken.  But in all his observation, there was one particular time and series of traditions drew his fascination more than others.

Each culture, each religion, they all had one common theme: love. A celebration of sorts that brought them all together. Towards the end of each human year, everyone seemed to shift into a certain way of thinking. They thought about the ones they loved, the things they held dear.

Soon Winter Solstice began - a festival of hope and determination. A celebration of life, the bringing together of communities; villages, clans, groups. They came together in the coldest and darkest times of the year and got through it together. Showing what humanity was truly capable if it worked together. Then Christmas was created - a holiday to celebrate God, though it quickly grew larger than that. Sure people would attend church, some would pray, some would create lists of tomorrow’s feasts, some would even fall asleep. But everyone seemed to have their spirits lifted.

And soon The Angel’s own thoughts lifted, He began to look forward to these celebrations. There was Christmas and Hanukkah, Bodhi Day and Eid al-Adha, The Winter Solstice and The Day of the Return of the Wandering Goddess. Saturnalia, Yule, Kwanzaa and Shade-Yulda, Omisoka and Diwali. So many celebrations, so much Happiness. How could the people of earth not see the shared experience and accept each other. There was so much colour and creation and joy! He especially liked the lights. The glittering and twinkling of all different colours. What wasn’t to love?

So when Castiel found himself grace-less and stranded as a human, he turned to a time that seemed, from above, to make everyone happy. End of year Holidays. He started to put together a list of what he wanted to experience while on earth, things he hadn’t been able to do while leading an Angelic garrison. Mecca for Eid al-Adha, watching as families and friends came together in prayer, sharing meat; a third to the poor, a third to friends and finally keeping the remains for themselves. New Delhi for the third day of Diwali, all the candles that were lit in so many homes across many countries, not to mention the fireworks that could be seen from heaven. A small street in Craigmore, Australia. Every house on the street came together, no matter their differences and arguments throughout the year; combining their lights, creating one long scene. And then finally, seeing the Aurora Borealis from below. Looking up into a black sky and seeing the bright colors of spirits, temporarily caught and floating just above the surface of the earth, flying close to those they were told to watch over.

Alas, the Angel never experienced these miracles, these small human feats. Instead, he stayed close to his new brothers, his new family. He took his father’s word as the only direction he needed, protecting human life in whatever way he could.

Castiel had died many times.

He supposed it had something to do with his choice of the Winchesters and humanity, but the fact remained that he had been banished countless times, assumed many different forms, fought in countless angelic battles, and died more than probably any other Angel in creation.

Most of the time, he didn’t remember what happened when he wasn’t inhabiting an earthly vessel or in Heaven. In fact, he had discovered that there were many times he’d had his memory rewritten by Heaven’s forces, so who knew how many different times he’d been recreated.

But this time was different.

After being cast out of the Empty, he drifted through time and space, nebulous, lost, unaware of what was happening around him. He needed to get back to Earth, back to the Winchesters, but he didn’t know how.

The first moment he had any type of realization of self after the blankness of the Void was a tingling of beauty, of magic in the air. He found himself awake, not in his vessel, but in his Angelic form-- a multidimensional wavelength of song, power, and light. And he knew his location instinctually, a place that was home to many spiritual beings. The Northern Lights. He had finally made it there, when he hadn’t actually meant to arrive… and it was just as beautiful as he’d always hoped.

The energy produced by so many beings coexisting let off colors visible even to the poor human eyes, but to Castiel-- he was awash in a kaleidoscope of dreams and images, hopes and faith, all being poured into the celestial beings that existed in this one section of time and space.

It was Christmas, and the combined beliefs and emotions of so many mortals aimed at so many religions buoyed him up on wings made of magic and dreams, and Castiel was relieved to feel safe, to begin his healing.

Here in this moment, above the Northern Lights on Christmas night, he would discover himself again. He would heal and find his old form. And, soon, he’d find his way through time and space to the Winchesters.

But for now, he would dance across the sky in the endless light and be thankful to have escaped the dark one more time.

Tagging:

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[damonsbitchx]

Kat’s Celebrating

Oh BOY, jeez. 

GUYS.

I mean woweewow wow, am I excited. 

Alrighty, this is my first time hosting a challenge, but guys. 

First of all, happy holidays. (Yes, I’m one of those people who gets pumped for the holidays the day after Halloween. Sue me.) 

Second of all, happy 500 followers y’all oh my god!! (Current number 505) 

This challenge will be in celebration of that plus Thanksgiving, my birthday, Christmas, and the New Year. (And happy Hanukkah, if you celebrate that.) So, this challenge will be a fairly long one, plenty of time submit considering the busy time that ya girl chose to celebrate. So we are gonna get straight to good part.

Now, I don’t like RULES because they feel too serious, and this is suppose to be fun! So, I’ll call them guidelines instead. (I’m sorry you have to read so much oh my god.)

Guidelines

To enter, please send me an ask otherwise it will not count. Please include the category and number of the prompt you would like and a back up just in case. I’ll try to keep the prompt list as updated as possible.

If you will be posting under a separate account, please include that info in your ask as well.

Please tag me in your fics so I can find them and use the “keep reading” feature for any pieces exceeding 500 words.

I ask that you only write Supernatural fics, but I’m not picky about characters, pairings, or genre, so whatever strikes a chord with you. (if you write smut, there’s a chance I may not read it, I’m sorry.)

Other than that, warn appropriately and if it is possible, please include a word count. 

If I do not at least like your fic within 24 hours, send it to me via message just to be sure I’ve seen it. I will be attempting to make a master list of the fics that are submitted.

The due date of this challenge is loosely going to be January 31st, 2018. However, if you need an extension or would like to drop out, no problem fam, just send me an ask  or a message to let me know! I will definitely make reminder posts as we get closer to the end date.

If you wish, you will probably be allowed to write for more than one prompt because I don’t expect a whole bunch of participants, this is simply for enjoyment. If you’d like to write one fic for two prompts or two separate fics for two separate prompts, let me know and we’ll see what we can do!

Okay, I lied, NOW on to the good part. Please note that this was my favorite part of creating this entire thing. Each labeled section will contain appropriately themed prompts. (Most of these were created under the assumption that you’ll all be writing reader inserts, sorry.)

Thanksgiving Prompts

“Okay, don’t panic, but your turkey is on fire.” (quote prompt)

“And I’m thankful for--oh my god.” (quote prompt) @trenchcoat-of-the-angel

First Thanksgiving at the bunker

A turkey crossing the road

Jack’s first Thanksgiving

“It’s my last Thanksgiving, can we just try not to rip each other’s throats out for five freakin’ minutes?” (quote prompt)

“How the hell do you burn cranberry sauce?” (quote prompt)

A “cabin in the middle of nowhere” Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving marriage proposal

“I brought the booze.” (quote prompt)

Hay ride date

Birthday Prompts

“How old are you now, like fifty?” (quote prompt)

“It’s your birthday and you’re an adult, you’re allowed to eat an entire cake and sob on the couch without explaining yourself.” (quote prompt)

“You know, this passive aggressive birthday gift war is getting a little ridiculous.” (quote prompt)

The angel garrison throws you a surprise party

“He wasn’t invited.” (quote prompt)

“Yesterday I celebrated my birthday and drank too much. Today I dug up a body with a bunch of dudes I’ve never met and found out I can’t ever go home again, how do you think I am?” (quote prompt)

Birthday candles

A birthday breakfast date

“You’re a Winchester now, your birthday will be properly celebrated, no if’s, and’s, or but’s.” (quote prompt) @the--blackdahlia

Attempt to make a birthday cake with your s/o.

Christmas Prompts

Mistletoe @honeybeedestiel (Destiel)

Slow dancing to Christmas music after a huge argument @elma-shay (Sam x reader)

Planning a Christmas party at the bunker

Convincing your s/o to build a snowman with you

Your s/o dressing up as Santa for your kids.

Christmas carols 

A fire place @winchestergirl-13 Sam x reader

“Ho ho ho motherfucker.” (quote prompt) @zeusmyster or @winchester--67

Gingerbread house

Christmas in Hell

New Year Prompts

“New year, new me.” (quote prompt)

“How’s that diet going?” (quote prompt)

New year countdown @imaginesforthose-wholovefandoms

Drunk Karaoke

“See you next year!” (quote prompt)

“Yesterday I had everything, today I have nothing.” (quote prompt) @homeschooledonmyhands

“You’re so drunk, you probably don’t even know what year it is.” (quote prompt) @highonmarvel

“I woke up on New Year’s Day with an empty spot in my bed. It’s been empty ever since.” (quote prompt)

Sparkly ‘2018′ shaped glasses

“This is not just any hangover, this can only be a New Year’s hangover.” (quote prompt)

@assbutt-still-in-hell, @shotgunintheimpala, @wishedworld, @aquabrie, @pienotcakeyouassbutt, @cas-loves-dean-and-i-love-him, @imaginesforthose-wholovefandoms, @the--blackdahlia, and @gleelover1 because maybe y’all might be interested in participating or just helping to spread the word.

[sundancefemme]

assbutt-in-the-garrison:

This. THIS is the Dean I adore. This. This man who makes women feel comfortable. Beautiful. Allowed to be themselves completely. Who sees a girl stuffing her mouth and thinks nothing of it, doesn’t make fun of her or make any kind of passing comment to Sam… cuz he’s stuffing his too. Dean, who tells a woman who fell in love with a “thicker” man that he understands that that extra cushioning is nice. Dean, who tells a woman who’s husband left her because he thought she was too fat, that he doesn’t deserve her. Like, I could picture Dean cuddled up with a cute chubby girl…. like me or you or any girl regardless of her weight, he’d feed her pecan pie while snuggled up watching star trek and LotR and Game of Thrones re-runs.

[castiel-writerofthelord-blog]

Hey, Assbutt! (Disobedience CasxReader)

Characters: Castiel, Lucifer, Michael, Dean, Sam, Reader

Word Count: 1,725

Warnings: season 5 spoilers if you haven’t watched, idk about anything else

A/N: So this is the first chapter I’m transferring over with some edited work from my wattpad to here, and really the entire Disobedience fic will kinnndaaaaa follow canon Supernatural, but of course with a few tweaks ;). Disobedience is really just a fic that I’ve been creating in my head since I watched season 5 and onward so it’s gonna be pretty long and you’ll be going on adventures with the boys, Crowley, Cas.. and of course have yourself a little romance with our cutest angel of the garrison.

Summary: Sent on a mission by Naomi to kill the broken angel and his friends, you get right up to the moment of and there you go, losing the mission all over again.

**M A S T E R L I S T**

You’ve followed them for months, the two humans you’ve come to understand were Sam and Dean Winchester - starters of the apocalypse - and their faithful, or faithless, companion Castiel. Hidden in the bushes, so close to being caught on so many occasions, you continued to watch and wait for the right time to strike.

It was now or never.

Lucifer had taken Sam Winchester as his vessel, the way it should be, but another unknown vessel for Michael, most likely another Winchester kid. Your target of course: Castiel, but if you could manage Sam and Dean as well you might finally stop being the abomination of the garrison. No sign of Castiel yet of course, it was simply Michael and Lucifer, about to dance which was when Dean had come to a squealing stop in his Impala, and then the other side of the clearly came their friend and mentor Bobby Singer, and Castiel.

You have only caught glimpses of Castiel’s halo all the times before, he was too bright, but now you could see him, his halo, his grace. His grace screamed within his vessel of rebel, but a lower scream tucked away telling him he was right to do so. There was something about his grace and halo that already sparked doubt in your soul; so much so Naomi has had to ‘re-educate’ you several times in the last couple months. When the glow of his halo dimmed as your eyes readjusted you could see his face for the first time, God... His face. Your lips twitched upwards and for a second you forgot your mission all over again. “Hey, Assbutt!” Castiel shouted and threw what you could only assume was a holy oil molotov at Michael which took you by surprise, despite knowing he was a rebel. Something inside you ignited again, the way this angel held himself against his older Archangel brothers.

You couldn’t move.

In an instant you were in Naomi’s office, still in the squatting position. “Do it, y/n! Before that broken angel does any more harm to God’s plan! Y/n, do it!” And before you could get a retort in you were back in the bushes, shaking your head as you came back to your senses. You took a deep breath, the silver angel blade that Zachariah had personally given to youslid down until you grasped the hilt. You were human enough to identify the butterflies that erupted in your stomach as you watched Castiel, time felt slower as you did, but he had to go; if he didn’t then the pain you went through would be all for nothing.

Again, you couldn’t move.

Lucifer, with nothing more than a snap of his fingers, had snapped Bobby’s neck which Dean had cried out and un-holstered his gun, but hesitated since the vessel was still his brother. You must’ve moved and caused sound since Castiel had looked in your direction with squinted and confused eyes for only a fraction of a second before Lucifer had clicked his fingers together again - Castiel’s vessel and his grace exploded. You could see his grace shatter and scatter in the world, his halo faded entirely into nothing. You were taken back with your mouth agape as you went a little further into your squat until your butt hit the ground, your stare where the angel was just a moment ago never faltered. Blood leaked from your left eye-duct first, still frozen in the moment, being yanked from it by Dean’s scream for his angel companion.

Despite being part human, you didn’t understand why this hurt to watch, but it did, it hurt so much you thought your heart stopped beating. Lucifer was now facing Dean, fully intended on beating him to death. No, no, no! You thought to yourself before you threw yourself up onto your feet and pushed through the brush, blood now freely fell down your face like a river - the angel equivalent of crying. Dean had spotted you and tensed his body in between punches from the devil himself.

The fallen Archangel turned his head in the direction Dean had looked to notice you, a grin on his face, but there was confusion in his eyes. He had never seen you before, and yet he had, just not when it was you. “Well, well, well Princess, what’s this?” The grin on his face grew and twisted until it was filled with lust, or hate, or perhaps a combination of the two, but it scared you nevertheless. He was only able to take a single step towards you before your grace had reacted in self defense and reached out to stop him from taking another. You pulled your arm that held your angel blade back when a high pitched scream rang through your head - Naomi.

You do it and I will personally throw you in the pit with Lucifer myself, Y/n!

Naomi had spoken to you via the angel’s telepathic communication they all shared. You stopped yourself from plunging the blade in his chest, Dean’s swollen eyes still held fear and worry for his brother as he watched you in confusion and fear. “Too afraid to kill little ole’ me? How sweet.” A smile of your own appeared as Lucifer spoke, well hissed really.

You managed to keep your grace wrapped around him even as he struggled to move, your smile grew into a smaller but darker grin before a laugh, a sad one, came from deep in your throat. In only a few steps you had closed the gap and shot your hand into his pocket to pull out the Horsemen’s rings and tossed it on the ground. Keeping Lucifer stuck like this hurt, your grace was dissipating quickly and your soul seemed to dim, blood dropped from your nose as your head began to spin.

The chant you heard Sam recite so many times flowed past your lips, your grace tightening around him like a snake caused him to groan in distress. The very devil had fear in his eyes for Heaven’s most dangerous creation. With another squeeze it pushed Lucifer back enough to let Sam come through. “Who are you?!” Sam shouted, his voice filled with angel and discomfort.

“Fight him, Sam. You fight until I can do something. Now do what you know is right.” You pulled your grace back giving Sam control again, his jaw clenched as he gave you, a stranger in his eye, a nod then turned to his brother to give him the same nod. Screw Naomi, screw the garrison, and most importantly screw the devil. Not quite sure what you were doing you made a decision, the same decision Castiel had made. “I’m here Sam. I’m here. Put that son of a bitch back in the box!” Dean, through fractured jaw, managed to speak to Sam one last time.

Just as Sam lifted his arms about to take the cage dive Michael had returned and went to grab onto Sam once he realized what was happening, only being stopped by your grace, just barely. This time was difficult, your legs wobbled, you were getting tired as you watched Sam take the dive, the hole created sealed and left the four Horsemen’s rings in its place.

Your grace had failed to hold Michael any longer as he stormed towards you, a snarl on his lips. “You, y/n. You were created to serve Heaven!”

“I don’t think so, Michael. I still have the free will God gave me. So lets hope when you go to Heaven, if you go to Heaven I mean, you tell Naomi I said, ‘bite me’.”

The angel blade you held in your hand swiped across the Archangel’s throat before he could grip too tightly to your arms, his grace so bright - much brighter than Castiel’s seeped from his exposed throat. You left your mouth ajar just enough for his grace that seemed to yearn for you to fly between your lips, your own grace growing. Your wings spread out behind you bright enough even Dean, a human, could clearly see them without the shadow.

Your wings weren’t that big, and they looked like a frankenstein form of angel wings, feathers all different lengths. Just enough span where if you held out your arms they would barely touch the tips of your fingers. To you they had tints of gold and blue, the feathers themselves were all colours humans can perceive and then some.

With a single look from your currently honey gold and soul white eyes you decided to put the silver tri-edged blade through Michael’s chest, but he did not glow, he was human. A glance and a snap of your fingers in the direction where the broken angel was and Bobby lay lifeless, his chest started to rise and fall in small and gentle breaths. Then with a wave of your hand your grace had started to rebuild Castiel, something even you didn’t think an angel could do. Only when you started to rebuild him did your eyes return to their y/e/c colour.

This is when you walked back to Dean and knelt in front of him, lifted your index and middle fingers, and pressed them lightly to his forehead to heal him, the ultimate screw you to Heaven. “You don’t trust me, I understand, but know this Dean Winchester - I will get your brother out of that pit. Until then you’re stuck with me. So I’m y/n.”

“Stay away from Dean!” The low gravelly voice of Castiel came from behind you as his hand gripped onto your shoulder tightly to yank you up and around. He grabbed the front of your flannel shirt and slammed you against the Impala. The touch of Castiel shot electricity through your body and a shiver up your spine. The broken and rebellious angel clenched his jaw as he watched your expression shift from anger to tired and weak eyes, the blood from your tears cracked as your face softened. “Castiel...” A smile broke through as your eyelids fell heavy, black coming around the edges of your vision. You could hear Dean, if only muffled at this point, speak. “Cas, she killed Michael, helped Sam put the devil in the box.” Any more than that escaped you, your head dropped, darkness too strong to overcome.

[awed-frog]

Why was Dean acting like an ass to Cas in season 6?

Don’t worry about it, though. We’ve all been there, and especially me. 

So, I won’t get into this a lot because season 6 has been discussed so much - some meta bloggers, like @elizabethrobertajones, even have weirdly specific tags for it (hers is ‘we don’t talk about season six’, which I always assumed was a veiled threat and, as it turns out, she thinks it was a very romantic season and we don’t discuss it nearly enough). 

There are various theories about how this season was built, and one of them is that it was supposed to turn Cas for good - to make him into an enemy and then eliminate him from the show, if I remember correctly, so the general consensus seems to be, Why wasn’t Dean more of an ass to Cas in season 6? This was a narrative centered on misunderstanding and miscommunication, and from Dean’s point of view, Cas was acting like a demented Callahan type for no reason, which, given angels were (they still are, but back then it was particularly noticeable) the most powerful creatures Dean’d ever encountered, was incredibly dangerous, not to mention unpredictable. Dean should have wanted to take Cas out just to be on the safe side, and if it had been anyone else, he would have done it. But, of course, deep bond and stuff. Even after Cas’ done the unforgivable and hurt Sam, possibly for good (protect Sam: remember that’s Dean’s genetic imprinting, and he steamrolls over both friends and enemies to get that done), Dean still has enough empathy and affection for Cas to come clean about his own feelings, and to try and help Cas, or even save him, if he can. That, I think, is unprecedented?

Something that doesn’t come up a lot as a reason why Dean was so awful to Cas during this season (and therefore, what I’ll focus on here) is how Dean constantly refuses to see Cas for what he is - not a human being, but an unknowable, alien, otherwordly creature. 

Now, from Dean’s perspective (at the beginning of season 4), angels are not monsters, or things he hunts, or things that exist in the real world; they are, instead much more close and personal than that. They are a cherished memory of his mother, and they are, therefore, an emotional concept which symbolizes peace and being safe and thinking that things could, one day, be alright. This is thrown into particular sharp contrast if we compare Dean’s religious beliefs to Sam’s - we know that Dean doesn’t believe in God, and therefore angels, and that he doesn’t pray. So, for him, angels really are this intimate, childish thing he’s allowed himself to cling to all these years: his mother’s voice, full of love, biding him goodnight. And when Cas shows up, it’s painfully clear that Dean takes his very existence personally, and he’s not at all happy with any part of it. Cas is important in the narrative because he sort of ‘pushes’ Dean out of his comfort zone; he challenges him, and makes him feel out of control in a life where Dean’s fought so hard to be in control at all times (because someone had to be). In a way, I wouldn’t be surprised if Cas’ overt sexual aggressiveness was planned for exactly this reason - because Dean’s been written as bi from the start, and yet this is a part of himself he keep a tight rein over, and Cas’ behaviour very nearly shatters all that. We’ve seen Dean’s uncomfortable with being flirted at, and he’s uncomfortable with anyone being too close to him (in every sense) and Cas, in this sense, is a nuclear reaction. All those secrets Dean’s fought so hard to protect from his brother and Bobby and everyone else - now there’s someone who knows them. All of them, including what he really thinks about himself and the shameful things he did in Hell and how they made him feel. And the fact Cas was always in Dean’s personal space was partly meant, I think, to symbolize this intrusion into Dean’s mind and soul. 

(It must have been terrifying, really.)

And the thing is, out of all the possible responses Dean could have to this gobsmacking, life-changing revelation (that God exists and angels exist and one of them saved him from Hell and is now following him around), what Dean chooses to do is extremely revealing: he starts treating Cas like a human. 

He finds Cas a nickname, treats Cas in the usual way he reserves for potentially threatening human opponents, like cops (ie, a mixture of flirtiness, short fuse, sarcasm, and being an insufferable little shit), pretends they’re equals (for instance, by forcing Cas to drive around in the Impala instead of allowing Cas to take control and fly him around) and even tries to make Cas fit more snugly into what Dean considers the ABC of humanity (getting Cas laid, teaching him to lie and so on). The thing is, Dean can’t admit to himself Cas is this awe-inspiring pillar of light and whatever, because that would mess too painfully with the way he sees the world, and himself; and so, he generally doesn’t. 

(He still doesn’t, by the way, hence that infamous it/him debate with Sam in season 11, but now he’s got very different reasons for thinking of Cas as a dorky human instead of an immortal Lovecraft thing he can’t even see the true face of.)

I think what hurts the most about season 6 is that, on the whole, Dean’s irrational and suicidal and pig-headed unwillingness to see Cas for who (or what) he really is mostly succeeds. Look at the season 5 finale: Cas knew what Dean had in mind would never work, just like Bobby did, and yet he went along with it anyway, and he acted very ‘human’ about it. Instead of being his usual angelic self - commander of a garrison for time untold, unflappable warrior, you name it - Cas is happy to do what Dean asks of him, and he even makes his actions as Dean-like as possible (‘assbutt’ - really?) before being annihilated. But the problems begin when Dean finds out Cas is not, after all, dead - not because he wanted Cas to die, but because his resurrection highlights how rigged the game is. Remember how bitter he was about all of it? With Sam dead, Dean was forced to see that he’s human, and Cas is not. He’s the one who’ll grieve for Sam for the rest of his life, while Cas, who already has a smile on his face, because normal emotions don’t apply to him or whatever, will fuck off and do his thing in Heaven and everything that happened between them - stuff that would have caused an unbreakable bond of friendship between two human beings - are already forgotten.

And then when Cas does come back, things get worse, because, again, Dean is having a lot of trouble pretending Cas is anything other than what he actually is: an alien creature who moves to its own music. First there’s this thing that Cas did bring Sam back but a) he didn’t notice his soul was missing and b) he never bothered telling Dean about it (he let Dean grieve for Sam’s death for months, and who does that?); also he never even checked how Dean was doing after that whole ordeal (that Dean knows of, anyway) and he clearly thinks Dean’s too stupid, or something, and won’t understand Heaven politics, won’t be able to help at all…the list goes on and on. If Cas’ journey in seasons 4 and 5 had brought him closer and closer to humanity (in both senses), season 6 is about Cas swinging in the other direction, and Dean hates it, because Heaven and angels and God - that’s not something he can come to terms with, yet. And I don’t know how much Dean’s aware of the issue, though he must have done some serious thinking about himself and his place in the world while he was at Lisa’s, but the issue does come up - at key moments, and a lot.

(“What happened to you, Cas? You used to be human, or at least like one.” - this, for instance, was a weird thing to say, and definitely not something either Sam or Bobby would ever say about Cas.) 

During the ALL THE FEELS season finale, Dean tries to humanize Cas one last time, despite all the shady things’ Cas done all season, and despite the way he hurt Sam: “No, Cas, it’s it - it’s scrambling your brain (again: as if Dean could ever hope to understand how an angel thinks, or how it sees the world). Listen to me. Listen, I know there’s a lot of bad water under the bridge, but we were family once. I’d have died for you. I almost did a few times. So if that means anything to you - please. I’ve lost Lisa, I’ve lost Ben, and now I’ve lost Sam. Don’t make me lose you too.”

Cas’ answer, of course, is the very worst thing he could have said - both a refusal of the highly significant thing Dean is offering (“You’re not my family, Dean.”) and a demand for Dean’s servitude (“So you will bow down and profess your love unto me, your Lord. Or I shall destroy you.”) - this after two years spent learning Dean and fighting at Dean’s side and understanding what family means to him and how losing his free will is the very worst thing Dean can imagine. 

Ouch.

It’s no surprise, really, that at the beginning of season 7 Dean is sort of ready to accept the truth. While he fixes the Impala (always a sure sign of grief), he curtly tells Sam, “He’s not a guy, he’s God and he’s pissed.”

(Thing is, Cas was not ‘a guy’ before his unfortunate gorging of souls either.)   

So, well - sorry for the novel, but this is, to me, a key aspect of their relationship and one of the reasons I find their bond so fascinating - because what normally happens in the ‘lucky girl meets alien prince’ trope is that the fact the prince’s not human is a plus. Literature is full of young women enjoying the riches of King Frog and begging to be turned into vampires so they can be cold and happy with their beloved forever; instead, Dean wants none of it, and Cas sort of agrees, which makes this story very Tolkien and more heartbreaking than it has any right to be. And, full disclosure, I’m generally a Cas!girl, so I’m sometimes not overly enthusiastic with the way the Winchesters treat him, but, to the screenwriters’ credit, there’s usually a reason for things to happen as they do. Dean’s not always at his best, but he’s a very damaged person, and he’s been through a lot. And, well, you need some drama to keep things moving forwards. My hope for the rest of this season, and for the next, is that their relationship keeps evolving on healthier, more open grounds, and the drama focuses on things less frustrating and soap-opery than miscommunication.

[houseofelle]

“Part of Their World”- an angel of the lord, in a trenchcoat...

Written by @houseofelle, sung to the tune of The Little Mermaid’s “Part of Your World.” 

Reposting for reasons... you know why... [the 5th of November]

This has aged like fine wine...

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“Part of Their World”

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Look at this perch... Isn't it neat?

Wouldn’t you think my existence complete?

Wouldn't you think I'm the 'gel... The 'gel who has ev'rything?

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Humanity's watch, a garrison's creed

For 2,000 years, a position I heed

Lookin' around here you'd think… Sure! Cas got everything…

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But once, I set forth on a mission,

rise man up from dark perdition

An angel of the lord… in a trenchcoat

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But who cares? No crossroads deal

I want more…

I wanna be where the hunters are

I wanna see, Wanna see 'em slaying

Huntin’ around in those…

What'd’ya call em?... Flannel

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Flappin’ your wings you don't get too far...

Impalas are really the seventh heaven

Cruising along down a… deserted highway …

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Down where they walk. Down where they run.

Down where they blue steel all day in the sun...

Flickering lights, salt circles at night

Part of their world

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What would I give, if I could live with the Winchesters?

What would I pay, to spend my days, in crap motel beds?

Fake FBI, warm apple pie, the voice says I'm almost out of minutes

Monster killin'... Team Free Willin'...

Hey, Assbutt!

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Now I'm ready to know what the humans know

Ask 'em my questions, and get some answers

Note sure how orange correlates with black, in a way that's new

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When's it my turn? Wouldn't I love…

Love to explore what the pizza man does?

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Shooting the breeze...

or watching the bees...

Part of their world

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[modernhypocrite]

agualavanda reblogged your post and added: “assbutt-in-the-garrison: littlewitchmonster: dojutsu: freaks on...”

Shut up weirdo

Okay, I’ve gotten comments and messages about this, and I feel like it’s really appropriate that I state that I’m not suggesting that people who post gore on this website SHOULD be posting gore. It’s against the ToS and it’s frankly seriously uncomfortable for many, MANY people. But I’m not enough of an idiot though to not recognize that all people go through a death-fascination phase, and also a morbid curiosity phase. I certainly did. I didn’t post this shit on Tumblr, but I definitely had that phase. I am STILL interested in death and gore, to some degree, because I find it scientifically and medically fascinating. But that’s about it at this point.

I wasn’t trying to defend that anyone should be posting gore. Though, my wording on the post doesn’t really prove that. I was trying to say that it’s pretty easy to block and report those blogs, and move on. As we all do with lots of uncomfortable or triggering things. I recognize now though, that I shouldn’t have posted at all if I was not able to coherently express my thoughts. Good luck guys, I hope no more of that shit comes across your dashboards.

[sloan-mackinlay-alexander]

did your url used to be assbutt in the garrison?

That is a separate blog I still run but yes. My main blog is sentimental-apathy.

[assbutt-in-the-garrison]

Hey guys! Assbutt Meg here. I've got this new blog that is simply 100% dedicated to Supernatural, particular tv shows, ships, otps, destiel, megstiel, and humor. So if you don't wanna follow my main blog due to frequent open opinions, social justice posts, triggering topics or just typically not nsfw posts, and just want a joyous spn obsessed blogging experience, follow this blog here please. My main blog has been changed to Sentimental-Apathy.