#jack kline

[today-in-the-bunker]

Today, Jack and Cas curl up on the couch together and watch The Golden Girls.

[sweetonsugden]

Dean silently asking Cas “is this really our son?”

STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 175.5/327

15.11 The Gamblers Written by Meredith Glynn & Davy Perez Directed by Charles Beeson Original Air Date: January 30, 2020

[seadieking]

[knotboy-dean]

Gave up on a project I was dabbling with so here are my favorite stills from it :P

[atticwifesam]

reminder that sam canonically became a mother twice (he was jack’s mom and gave birth to dean jr) ❤️

[sirlancenotalot]

spn parallels everywhere

[babyjaans]

Whenever dean gets groceries that are ‘unhealthy’ cas and jack eat them at night to keep dean’s organs from eventually failing. Dean can never prove it because technically they don’t eat. Until one day he walks in on them munching away on his funions while watching reruns of america’s next top model

[rennerator]

YEEEEEEEEEEES!!!! Look at JACK!!!!! S2 Such a SUNSHINE!!!!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE I LOOOOOVE Jack SO SOOO MUCH!!!! :D CUTE, LOVELY, SOOOO ADORABLE!!!! HAPPINESS!!! Oh, this is SUCH A BEAUTIFUL and MAGNIFICENT art!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE It makes me SOOO SOOOO HAPPY!!! Jack deserves ALL GOOD THINGS!!! Thank YOU!!!! THANK YOU SO SOO MUCH for this!!! You are FANTASTIC!!!! :) <3

im so glad ive had a couple ppl request jack because he is one of my favourites !!!

anyway i hope this is satisfactory :3

@bubbles-on-the-tide-of-empire

[lazarrusrising]

Okay so they found Jack and didn't immediately call Cas? Unrealistic, Dean would jump at the first chance to get Cas back in his line of sight, he's obsessed like that

[melanieathene]

Thy Will Be Done

I didn’t understand much of anything when I was Jack, just Jack, Lucifer’s new-born son. Everything was new to me. I was new to myself. I didn’t know if I was good or bad, I simply was. And who knows what I might have become, had Cas not been there for me from the start.

Cas... and the Winchesters. Three father figures for the orphan who had expected none. Not that Dean trusted me at first. And who could blame him? Power without reason or control is a scary thing. But he trusted Cas, and that gave me the hope that he would someday come to trust me too.

That trust was not easily won. There were far too many setbacks, too many times when he hated me, even wanted to kill me. But nevertheless, in his own gruff way, Dean taught me duty, respect — and who better to teach me righteousness than the Righteous Man himself.

Sam gave me friendship. He taught me patience, diligence, and nurtured my insatiable thirst for knowledge.

And Cas? Cas taught me love. Free and pure, love flowed from him to Sam, to Dean, to me — you did not have to be an angel to see it. He was my protector. He believed in me when I did not even believe in myself.

We were a strange, dysfunctional family. But we were family. All four of us believed that.

And then Cas was taken by the Empty...

And, soon after that, I became God. All Chuck’s power, all His knowledge poured into me. And because my three fathers had helped shape the man I was, so too they shaped the God that I became: kind and just; forgiving and peaceful; all knowing and, most of all, full of love.

I loved all of my adoptive fathers. I loved all of the humans and angels now in my care. But, most of all, I loved Cas. Although I had become the Father of All, still he was my father. There was so much more he had to teach me...

I could not be without him. And so, I took him from the Empty. He and those whose names he spoke of with the greatest longing, with the deepest affection: Joshua, Balthazar, Anna, Gabriel, Samandriel. These angels all became my trusted lieutenants as we began to reform Heaven into all that a heaven should be, but Cas was my right hand man. I trusted his opinion above all others. And in all things we were were in complete agreement, save for one crucial matter...

Earth was for living humans. That was my firm belief, and so it became my law. Earth did not require divine intervention. It had seen far too much of that under my predecessor's reign. I would keep an eye on the happenings there, of course, but it was off limits to the angels. This was hard for Cas to accept. He raged, he wept, but I could not — would not — allow any exceptions. Not even for my favourite father. Over and over, he begged to become human himself, but this too I would not allow. I needed him by my side.

For a while, all was well. Great progress was made. Angels and human souls worked together, and perfect harmony prevailed.

In all hearts but one...

Castiel’s.

Clearly, the greater portion of his heart remained on Earth, with one human in particular.

I once naively thought there were limitations on love: the heart is only so big; it has room for only a select few. As God, my comprehension expanded to encompass love for all. But, what I initially failed to understand, is that there are different types of love — and while all of them are true, not all of them are equal.

Cas loved me as a son.

Cas loved Sam as a brother.

But Dean... Ah, that was a different story.

I had always known that Cas loved Dean but, only now, as I saw the omnipresent sadness on his face, did I begin to understand the fathomless depths of that great love. The desire that lay behind it. The passion, the longing for more. The sad conviction that it could never be. The acknowledgement that love, unrequited, was the cruelest love of all.

But I also knew something that he did not know: Dean loved him too.

Something in Dean died when the Empty stole Cas away. He tried to hide it; he had no time to lose himself to grief with the world to save. And, after that war was won, he put on a brave show. He buried his feelings deep. He forced a smile on his face and lived each day as if it were a gauntlet he had to run.

He was tired. Bone-deep weary.

When the vampire’s attack impaled him on a protruding nail, Dean welcomed death as an old friend. He didn’t pray. He thought the angel he had always prayed to was lost to him forever. What further use had he for prayer? He believed the nail to be a fatal blow, that it saved him from the slow death that was his life.

And I — I who could have healed him with a thought, who could have given Sam’s mind the tiny nudge it needed to override Dean’s protests and call the paramedics — I let him die.

As Dean had always suspected I might be, I was the instrument of his death. My will, not the nail, ended his days on Earth. Because Cas needed to be with him, and Dean needed Cas too. How could I stand by and watch them both suffer needlessly?

And so Dean came to Heaven.

It took a while for Cas to forgive me for that. It took longer still for him to overcome his fear of facing Dean, of hearing what Dean’s response to his ill-timed declaration might be.

But when that reply came, when Dean confessed his love...

The joy it sparked in my heart to see them come together was unlike anything I had ever known, but the joy that flared between them shone brighter than the brightest star.

And so I left them to their happy reunion. Holding each other tight. Locked in a lover’s embrace. Trading kisses and murmuring tender words that had been denied for far too long.

And I looked upon what I had wrought and, lo, it was very good.

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[cuntiel]

Supernatural reboot but we call it big naturals and have them run around topless

[sailorsally]

‼️help me find a fic

Came across a fic the other day that had a summary that approx went like this: 'Castiel crash lands in 26 year old Dean's motel room and to make things even more complicated he has a toddler with him who is reaching out for Dean and calling him 'dad' for some reason'

This is very badly paraphrased but if you have an idea which fic I am talking about, pls drop me a link. I was super excited to read it and sure I bookmarked it but it's nowhere to be found :(

[spntourney]

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