#pre Cas

[magnificent-winged-beast]

Bloodlust ∞ SPN 02x03

[ayushsinghedu368]

Pre CAS Interview Questions

[cecesimsxo]

Mommy Essentials Maternity Clothing Set

Mommy Essentials Tube Top

3 Versions (No Breast Pump, One Pump, or Two Pumps)

17 Swatches

Found In "Tank Tops"

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Mommy Essentials Leggings

34 Swatches (Each color as a "belly" and "no belly" option)

Found In "Leggings"

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Belly Support Band

17 Swatches

Found In "Gloves"

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Early Access Download Here Released Content Here

[heliotrope155]

Pre-hell Dean would've embarrassed himself so hard if they'd met Castiel back then. He was so much more playful than post hell Dean that he one hundred percent would have made a fool of himself and accidentally stumbled into a relationship and nobody would fucking say a thing to Cas because honestly who is immune to that smile.

[squalamander]

he's not a kin or a comfort character but a secret third thing (my worksona)

[sojutrait]

number 1 ice spice enjoyer

[transgendercastiel]

Guys hear me out (enochian psycho??)

[perfectthewayyouare]

in honour of the 911 s8 premiere today here's an art piece I started three years ago after the s4 final where we all collectively went oH? thinking they were finally gonna make buddie canon and then gaslit us for the following three seasons

[bloomingkyras]

who's her next "victims" ?

[sonicblooms]

fish boy is back for One Night Only

[sweetonsugden]

Ok, so I’ve been ruminating on this.

We’ve been told by several characters that Castiel was a rebel. He’s been called a spanner, he’s been told by both Naomi and God!Chuck that he came off the line with a crack in his chassis.

But, it’s always been said, IMO, with a tone of him always being that way. I get the feeling that he was “rebellious” long before he rescued Dean from hell.

I kind of feel like God chose him to lead the charge because of his rebellious nature. Because he knew that Castiel would not only follow orders, he’d improvise if necessary. He knew Castiel was a wild card and that’s what was needed to get Dean out.

They just didn’t expect to lose control over him. But that’s the risk with someone who has a rebellious personality. Unpredictability.

It’s obvious that all angels have their own personalities, as verified by Cas when he said that Uriel is the funniest in the garrison. So, I think Castiel’s personality was always a bit of a rebel.

I rest my case your honor.

[dean-smiths-suspenders]

they’re alive and well and going on weirdguy roof dates as we speak. cas told me <3

[wigglebox]

Suptober [Extended] - Day 22 || OOTD/Outfit of the Day

[bibliosims]

bonus kalei pics

[marejadilla]

Anthony Frederick Augustus Sandys, "Mary Magdalene" ca.1859, oil on panel. Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington.

“Augustus Sandys (1829 — 1904) British Pre-Raphaelite painter, illustrator and delineator associated with the Victorian era. His works focused on mythology and portraiture.”

[deancaspinefest]

Something Happening Somewhen

Author: allthismusic | Artist: eggchef

Posting on Wednesday March 27

Dean is 24 years old, and a quiet night at a California dive bar turns into a near death experience turns into a trip through time thanks to the stranger he meets in the bar. When he lands in the bunker twenty years into his future, he finds out who the stranger is — and what his relationship is to Dean’s own older self. Dean’s not sure what he thinks about this at first, but when Cas takes him back to his own time (accompanied by the older Dean, who is determined to make sure that nothing they do in the past screws up their lives in the future), he gets to know the angel, and he gets a glimpse at a future he never would’ve dreamed that he might be able to have.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

In the cool evening air, Dean looks around. He’d left the Impala back parked at the dingy motel where he’d rented a room, but he’s not quite ready to call it a night. He opens his remaining beer and looks down the street to see if there’s another bar nearby that might be worth checking out, but before he can make a decision he hears the door to the bar he has just left open behind him. And he knows, he just /knows/, that it isn’t some other random patron headed home.

“What the hell is this, huh?” Dean asks, “Something about ‘not interested’ you’re not getting?”

And then the guy says his name.

“Dean,” the man begins, and Dean gets it.

“Oh, lemme guess, my dad tell you to check up on me?” Dean asks. He doesn’t wait for an answer, just begins to walk, knowing the man will follow. He’s a hunter, obviously. Explains the build, and the suit that is only meant to pass muster at a brief glance, like the fake police badge or FBI creds the guy probably carries. Dean should’ve clocked him from the start.

And for some reason John had thought that Dean needed checking up on. That he couldn’t be trusted to go it alone, nevermind the fact that he had finished the hunt his dad had sent him on two whole days ago and had yet to receive any new case coordinates from John.

To Dean’s surprise, he hears a laugh behind him. He stops, and now he does turn to face the guy again.

“No,” the man says. “I’ve lost count of how often I’ve been told I’m bad at following orders, but even if that wasn’t the case, I wouldn’t follow your father’s.”

“Oh yeah? Then how do you know my name?” Dean demands.

“You left your wallet on the bar,” the man replies, holding it up. It’s definitely Dean’s: worn black leather, secondhand from his dad, containing a meager number of bills and at least three fake IDs tucked behind a real one— well, real first name, although it gives his surname as Campbell, just in case.

“Oh,” Dean says, wondering for the second time that night if he has misjudged this guy’s intentions. Maybe he’s just a normal businessman trying to do a good deed for the day and return a lost wallet, despite the wallet’s owner being an absolute weird freak toward him. “Thanks.”

The man offers the wallet out to him, almost gently, like he’s proffering a bit of food to a scared, stray dog, and Dean steps forward to take it. “It’s your birthday,” he says, and before Dean can ask, the man explains, “I saw it on your ID. On one of them, anyway.” Dean nods. “Happy birthday,” the guy says. “I should’ve bought you a beer.”

(continue reading on Ao3 on Wednesday March 27)