#will trobriand ever find true love?

[troboi1806]

Is this you rn

Oh, indeed! I have found the most perfect woman and I was enjoying her company all this time!

He was actually busy playing Tomodachi Life.

Kak kak kak kak kak kak kak kak kak

(Ten bucks that even his mii self was rejected.)

Bet.

[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 9x06: “Heaven Can’t Wait”

THEN: Reverend Buddy Boyle, the angels’ new way to find vessels. Abaddon vs Crowley for the throne of Hell. Crowley went almost human. Cas is human. Zeke told Dean to kick Cas out of the Bunker; Dean kicks Cas out of the Bunker.

Rexford, Idaho.

Poor man. I wonder what brought him to this moment.

RIP first victim. Vaporized.

Cas’ new human life, as Steve.

Aww, denied a high-five. :(

“Okay, Steve, last question – where have you been all my life?” Don’t answer that literally, hon.

“There's... something different about you.”

“I can assure you, there's – there's not.”

“I know these things. You're ... hmm … special.”

Kevin’s back at the Bunker.

Research time. Dean does not look happy.

Saved by the bell.

“Hello?”

“I may have a case for you. Four missing in Rexford, Idaho. Presumed dead, but no bodies have been released to loved ones. And, there were reports of a strange substance at the scenes.” 

“Oh, well, hello to you too, Cas. How are you?”

Aww. I love Dean/Cas phone calls.

“All right. So, how do you want to do this? You want to meet up at the latest scene? You want me to pick you up? What?”

“Um … I've got my hands full over here.”

Cas is just struggling.

Dean telling Sam that he won’t be seeing Cas while investigating the case he gave him...I’m sure he was really speaking to Zeke there.

“You got me.”

“I also found a rolled-up sleeping bag behind the tool locker.”

“Yes, I wanted to be thorough with inventory, so I worked late last week, and taking a nap here was easier than going back home to my bed. Which I-I have, of course – a bed...and a home.”

:(((( 

“Wow, Steve. You're so... responsible.” HOMELESS. HE’S SO HOMELESS.

“I've been afraid to ask. I-I don't want to take advantage of you as my employee, and I certainly don't want to jeopardize our working relationship. But as a working single mom, it's hard enough to get a date, let alone meet a really great guy. And … tomorrow's my night off, and I know you're off, too, and … I was just wondering if there's any chance you're... free tomorrow night?” 

OKAY, BUT HOW DOES THIS NOT COME OFF AS A DATE?????

She even kissed him on the cheek when he said yes! Come on, now!

“Four dead. Just got confirmation.”

“And, uh, any common threads you can think of?”

“Well, Joe in there had the suicide hotline on speed dial. The gal before him was a shut-in. Had enough antidepressants in her medicine cabinet to stock a pharmacy. The first victims – a married couple out of Sugar City. Pretty much a walking billboard for no-fault divorce.”

All victims were basket cases.

“If the tests come back same as the others … it's everything. Blood, skin, hair, nails. Internal organs. Even clothing fibers. Like these poor souls got run through the world's finest wood-chipper.” Good lord.

“Have you tried Professor Morrison?”

“Yeah, he's unreachable. He took a sabbatical to live amongst the Trobrianders of Papua New Guinea.”

Professor Morrison! Holy hell, didn’t expect to hear about him.

Dean just...stared at Cas...this entire time....

“He dumped me, Jace. In the cafeteria. In front of everyone. It's just like ... who does that, you know? Like, why couldn't he just dump me on Facebook like a normal person? I've been destroyed. Socially and romantically … totaled. I know. I'm just so embarrassed, Jace. I could just die.”

RIP teenager. Vaporized.

“Good day, ma'am. And good luck!” Cas, you sweetheart.

Aww Dean. You really wanted to surprise Cas.

“I'm responsible for inventory, sales, customer service. I keep this place – thank you – clean and presentable. And when my manager's busy, I even prepare the food.”

“Wow. So you went from fighting … heavenly battles to nuking taquitos?”

“Nachos too.”

Cas takes pride in what he does, as average as it is. It’s kinda admirable.

“Crowley, the only reason you're alive is because my brother thought you would be useful. So far you've done Jack. Back to plan ‘B,’ I guess.”

“Which is?”

“Give you up to Abaddon.”

“You think you can threaten me with that hack?! She's all fury, no finesse.”

“I'm not so sure. Our last encounter with Abaddon, she was, uh – she was pretty terrifying. Scarier than you've been in years.”

Hit him where it hurts: his ego.

What a freaking child.

“This is not you, man. You are above this. Come on.”

“No, Dean. I'm not. I failed at being an angel. Everything I ever attempted came out wrong. But here … at least I have a shot at getting things right.”

:(

What did Nora think of these two?

“That's what this is about!”

“What?”

“The girl.”

Come on, now.

Agent Lee Ermey.

“There was another kill, over at the high school. You comin'?”

“I wouldn't be much use. I don't have my powers.”

What Dean said to Cas back in S6 still stuck. ( “Well, that's great, because without your power, you're basically just a baby in a trenchcoat.”)

“All right, my shift's over in five minutes, and my date's not until later, so...”

“Attaboy! I'll go get the car.”

“Not just yet. I have to clean the bathroom?”

“One second, we're talking, and the next, she just...stops. And then everyone in the cafeteria freaks, rushing, and pointing out the window, at— C- could that really be her?” Yeah it is, unfortunately.

“Kinda bummed?”

“Yeah. Like more bummed than when she got a "C" on a quiz, and... less bummed than when her parents split up. 'Kind of ... bummed.'”

“Dean, this is bad. This is very bad.”

Rit Ziens. “It's, uh, Enochian for "Hands of Mercy." They functioned like medics. They tended to the wounded. They healed those who could be healed, but for the mortally wounded, those who were past saving, the Rit Zien's job was to put them down.”

“The Rit Zien home in on pain, it's like a beacon to them. So, when this angel fell to earth, he heard the victims' cries, and their anguish, same as he'd hear an angel's in heaven. He's continuing his heavenly work down here. One suffering human at a time.”

“Yeah, but this last victim was not suffering. She was just a normal, moody kid.”

“But he just got here. The ebb and flow of human emotion – Dean, I've been on earth for a few years, and I've only begun to grasp it. To him, pain is pain.”

“All right, well, we got to stop him.”

“You have to stop him.”

“You're scared.”

“It's different now, Dean. Everything feels different.”

Poor hon.

“You stay safe.”

Did Dean think Cas was gonna walk?

Crowley asked for a phone call with Abaddon.

“I don't think so. I mean, I – I don't trust Crowley, either. But I can't honestly see him working with Abaddon. He hates her too much.”

OOHHHH HERE WE GO.

“Cas, wait. I can’t let you do this.”

*Destiel shippers hold their breath...*

“You're gonna wear that, on a date?”

*Destiel shippers release breath, disappointed as hell.*

“Lose the vest, come on.” “And do the buttons – why don't you unbutton it?”  

Bro. This is gay af out of context.

Cas picked a rose for her. Swoon.

“Steve! I'm so glad you're here. Come in. I thought I was gonna be late!”

“Late for what?”

“My date!”

*groan* The plot twist. Cas is babysitting.

Aww, Cas. I’d go on a date with you.

Cas’ face when Tanya starts crying is me when a baby starts crying.

Kevin still believed his mother was dead.

He still has his tattoo.

Crowley gets his phone call.

“What? What happened?”

“I've been placed on hold.”

Never forget that Cas sang a lullaby to a crying baby...and it was TV show’s theme song.

(Singing a TV show’s theme song as a lullaby is perfectly in character for Cas, who loves TV and would’ve watched this show at some point. However, if they had stuck with the original idea of having Cas sing “Highway to Hell”, I would’ve flipped my shit. It would’ve been proof of Cas picking up habits from Dean.) 

“Nobody told you. Nobody explained. You're just … shoved out kicking and screaming into this human life, without any idea why any of it feels the way it feels, or why this confusion, which feels like it's … a hair's breadth from terror or pain. You know, just when you think you do understand, it'll turn out you're wrong. You didn't understand anything at all. Guess that's just how it is when you're new at this.”

Tanya’s the cutest little baby.

“You know, it wasn't that long ago when all I'd need to do to ease your pain was touch you.” 

“Okay, Tanya, we're taking a little walk.” Aww. 

“Hello, Castiel.”

Ephraim. 

Cas has a habit of remembering any angel he meets, popular or not.

“You know, there's a lot you don't understand about humanity at first. If you would just stop—”

“Stop? I won't stop … until I wash the planet clean of all suffering.”

Good luck with that.

“Don’t. Touch. Her.”

“No, Castiel. I came for you.” OOhhh, other plot twist.

“Crowley, how in the hell are you?”

RIP person. Killed by Abaddon.

Cas just cut his palm with rose thorns and didn’t wince once.

“Earth can be a hard place. But these humans, they can get better. They're just doing the best they can.” Thanks, Cas. :’)

Damn it, so close.

“Now what are you doing? Burying your head in the sand. Right when your kind needs you the most.” They’re trying to kill him, dude.

“But as what, Castiel? As an angel? or a man?” Again with this dilemma.

Dean, who knew that Cas was in danger, comes barging in, angel blade in hand....Was he afraid that he’d enter that home to find Cas dead again??

“...to be the Winchesters' bitch? It's been fun indulging in your bluffs, but we both know you have no real authority left, no leverage. You have nothing to offer me. You have – nothing.”

“Your way will backfire.”

That’s true.

“You. Will. Burn.” That’s also semi-true.

“Bring me the translations. I keep my agreements.” Crowley’s business ethics are great.

The spell is irreversible. “This spell can't be undone. The new world order – we're stuck with it.”

“You say you want to live. But you can't see what I see. By choosing a human life, you've already given up. You … chose … death.” Ephraim’s last words.

Teamwork!

RIP Ephraim. Killed by Cas.

Dean now knows about the spell being irreversible.

“I'm, uh, sorry I overreacted. Um. My friend gave me a tip. A low dose of acetaminophen brought the fever right down.” Dean told Cas how to deal with Tanya’s fever.

[How long was Dean around the house? At what time did Nora come home, and was it enough time for them to clean the house?? I have so many unnecessary questions.]

“...that cares so much? That's what makes you special.”

“Where to, Cas?” Did Dean think Cas had a place to go home to?

A missing syringe...

Crowley’s addiction to human blood has been exposed. 

So, I gotta ask...where did Cas spend the night?

“Listen, Cas … Back at the bunker, I, uh... Sorry I told you to go. I know it's been hard on you, you know, on your own. Well, you're adapting. I'm proud of you.” Aww.

“Thank you, Dean. But there's something Ephraim said. The angels – they need help. Can I really sit this out? Shouldn't I be searching for a way to get them home?”

“Me and Sam will take care of the angels. You're human now. It's not your problem anymore.”

Dean had the chance to tell Cas the truth...and he didn’t. (What did Karen Singer say? “I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say you've never been in love. He's my husband. My job is to bring him peace... not pain.”)

Cas, the jilted lover.

:(