#friendshapedcastiel

[scarecrowmax]

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[archivistsammy]

How is that kid even vertical?

Sammy Gets Knocked Down (YouTube)

sam winchester ✘ chumbawamba “tubthumping”

[girlasterisk]

something something the idolization of mary winchester as a saint in her family's eyes

[dadszlo]

DEAN WINCHESTER | 6×05 Live Free or Twi-hard

[image ID: two close-up gifs of dean with his eyes closed. a male vampire is rubbing his wrist against dean's mouth, smearing blood across the hunter's lips. /end ID]

[soysaucecas]

what is sacred, if not this body which exists despite the efforts of both man and devil? - matthew merrick, “the transgender prophet”

for @spnprideweek day 3: trans

ID in alt text, screencap credit to home of the nutty

[angelfishofthelord]

"The universe wove you from a constellation just so every atom, every fiber in you comes from a different star." (x)

[knifelesbianjo]

‘cause there we are again when I loved you so back before you lost the one real thing you’ve ever known

[ghostsgerard]

honey cas

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[evermoredeancas]

dean and cas + winter backgrounds for @floral-cas and @mjulmjul's winternatural celebration!

[cassandrascayn]

EVANGELINE LILLY as HOPE VAN DYNE in ANT-MAN (2015)

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

at the end of the day — and the middle of the party, cause most of his guests didn't exactly have bedtimes — when cas has carried a sleepy jack up to his bedroom and is in the middle of tucking him in, he suddenly speaks up.

"dad," he whispers conspirationally.

that'll never not melt cas's heart.

"yes, jack?"

"i feel bigger a'ready."

cas purses his lips to contain a smile. "oh?"

"it's because 'm four now, isn't it?"

"that has to be it."

jack beams at him. "do you feel 'm bigger tonight too?"

cas smiles. "i think you're bigger every night than you were the last night, jack." he tells him truthfully. having a child had been strange in the beginning, but now it was nothing short of natural and cas doesn't think he can ever go back �� but seeing your child grow will always remain the wondrous kind of fascinating.

jack giggles at that like he's seen right through an attempt at a lie and doesn't bring it up again until cas has finished his bedtime routine, kissed jack on the forehead, and been about to leave.

"dad," he says then, sounding even sleepier and halting cas in his tracks. "i think 'm gonna be as big as sam when 'm six."

cas turns, hands on his hips. "really?"

"yeah!" jack assures him. "'m bigger than last night a'ready and 'm not even five yet!"

cas hums thoughtfully.

"i really think so," jack insists, determined to sway his dad over to his side.

"still. sam's really big, don't you think?" cas offers, and it makes jack pause.

(which, in turn, makes cas look at his four year old, covered up to his chin with his favorite toy story blanket, pondering the semantics of surpassing sam in 'being really big' almost out loud with his big, blue eyes — and feel like his heart might burst with love.)

when jack speaks again finally, it's with the air of a negotiator. a sleepy negotiator with half a dozen buzz lightyear's on his blanket, but a negotiator nonetheless.

"fine! then i'll just be as big as dean when i'm six!"

cas swaps his almost-grin with a thoughtful expression. "well, that does seem fair."

jack beams once again.

"and i'll even tell him for you if you go to sleep now." cas adds, and jack nods, satisfied, and settles in.

"'night, dad." he mumbles.

"goodnight, jack." cas smiles, and leans in to plant another kiss before he leaves the room, turning off all the lights except the pink cowboy hat nightlight claire got him (and dean, she'd been specific about it) for christmas, which jack refuses to go to sleep without.

and standing outside his son's door, about to rejoin a room full of his loved ones downstairs, in a house he shares with people he loves and people who love him, cas wonders how he could ever have gotten so lucky to have a family — to have it all — and how he's never, ever letting go.

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[archivistsammy]

Think you could have hooked up some MILF action there, bud.

[girlasterisk]

dear dad,

[dadszlo]

SUPERNATURAL | Balthazar + being the most iconic angel in the garrison ⤷ for @myaimistrue’s content creator celebration

image ID below the cut

[image id: nine gifs of the angel balthazar over the course of season 6. in the first gif, castiel confronts his old friend, saying, “i know you. you’re not some common thief,” to which balthazar replies, “common? no. thief? eh” with a nonchalant shrug. in the second gif, we see a website with a zoomed-in black and white photograph. the camera shows the name first mate i. p. freeley, rms titanic before panning up to show balthazar. in the third gif, sam is shown asking balthazar, “can you help me?,” and balthazar responds over his shoulder, saying, “oh, yes, the answer is… will i?”. in the fourth, balthazar explains part of his plan to raphael, saying, “i volunteered these two marmosets for a game of fetch with virgil. you two were such an adequate stick. thank you. thank you, boys.” in the fifth gif, balthazar is shown standing in front of a rainy window in bobby’s house, saying, “good old raffy put out a hitlist on every last samaritan who helped our dear cas – including both of you. and so much more importantly, me,” before he continues preparing the spell to send sam and dean into the french mistake universe. the sixth gif is a closeup of balthazar as he says, “oh, uh, sorry, uh. you have me confused for the other angel – you know, the one in the dirty trenchcoat who’s in love with you. i… don’t care.” in the seventh, balthazar is standing on top of a car after being summoned by sam and dean, exasperatedly saying, “i’m sorry boys, do i look like a man-servant to you? no? no? then quit ringing for me, please.” the eigth gif shows sam nodding in surprise when balthazar says, “i know i’m going to regret this – but i’m officially on your side.” we then see an indignant balthazar who says, “you bastards.” the final gif features balthazar looking down and laughing in a forest. /end id]

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

Dean is watching Cas shave when he finally decides to bring it up, perched on the edge of the bathtub in his pajamas while Cas stands in front of the sink, focusing on his reflection in the mirror. 

Sam had said it was ridiculous--how old would Jimmy Novak be anyways, Dean? Mid-forties? And beard hair grays faster, anyways. Look at your own beard sometime--but it’s jarring to Dean. Of course he himself is aging (and if you wanted to get particular, he’s technically...eighty-two?) but Cas is...

Well, Cas. 

“You’ve got some gray coming in,” Dean finally says, and Cas pauses, the razor hovering inches over his face. He’s got half-foam and half-clean shaven going on and it’s kinda funny.

“Yes, Dean,” Cas replies patiently.

“Which means you’re getting older.”

Cas decides that ignoring Dean is the best course of action and keeps shaving. “We knew that would happen.”

“I know, it’s just--” Well, it means it really happened. Cas is really human. No more grace. Which means the past year hasn’t been some kind of crazy dream.

Cas practically echoes Sam’s words from earlier. “Jimmy would be...forty-five? Forty-six? Although this is...” He looks down at his body. “Less of a vessel now.”

(They’ve talked about the vessel thing, usually late at night. It starts with Cas saying something like, would you still like me if you’d met my true form? And then Dean responds, I love you, and I’ve always liked you. 

That’s not true, Cas often counters, you stabbed me when you met me. 

Semantics, Dean replies.) 

“Aging is a good thing, Dean,” Cas says. “And if I was going to dye my hair, I would only do it a fun color, like what Claire has.”

Claire came to visit last month with the tips of her hair dyed a vibrant blue, and Dean nearly had a heart attack. “No,” Dean laughs,  “I’m not--I don’t want you to dye your hair. It’s just...different.”

“Good different?” Cas has been shaving between responses, and he’s nearly done. 

“Of course.” 

Cas does the last swipe and sets down the razor on the edge of the sink before turning to Dean. 

“Don’t kiss me,” Dean says, “You still have shaving cream everywhere.” Cas kisses him anyways, the lovable asshole, and Dean yelps and accidentally falls back into the bathtub (which is, luckily, not full of water). He very quickly forgets why he was so worried in the first place.

Cas is Cas. That’s all that really matters.