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When we embraced each other

I know that angels fell

For they knew their heaven

Will never be as good as mine

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Me loving these. Appreciated.

The funniest thing is that the apocalypse world cas would actually say all of these things.

Supernatural is so unrealistic because you’re telling me Mary didn’t absolutely rock John’s shit in Lebanon after “i never was”/ “I had to be more than just a brother” and every other thing she found out about

Seeing an absolute ass take on Supernatural/any of the characters from supernatural but wanting to be respectful because everyone has their own viewing experience only for them to follow it up with “I’ve never even seen the show”

Loved when Supernatural would show us a photo that was photoshopped to shit and said this absolutely real don’t ask questions <3

For somebody i thought was my savior, you sure make do a whole lot of labour.

Labour, Paris Paloma

“There will be peace when you are done”

Cas with Dean vs. with literally anybody else

Big fan of Characters in SPN who have something Supernatural happen to them and then Sam n Dean tell them it’s real and then they turn around go “dude no fucking way ur insane”

I like to think to that Michael never intended to take over the world in his little Peaky Blinders ass fit, he just saw it in the back of Deans mind when he possessed him with all his other lil outfits and said hold on wait a minute this one kinda fucks. And when Sam saw him for the first time he had to do a double take because he’s seen that exact outfit in Deans closet before.

Stop arguing about who the most toxic character in Supernatural is, they’re all a little toxic that’s what makes it fun.

Moc!Dean and Demon!Dean were such funny plotlines in retrospect because he was out here killing the worst people to have ever existed, like predators, traffickers, incels, old money southern white people (except for the Cyrus kid), that one deranged ex-man of letters and I’m supposed to be clutching my pearls and shaking. No!! Let him cook!! He was doing honest work until everyone else went and freaked out on him.

Spn writers after dropping the most heartbreaking, gut wrenching, tragic tidbit of Dean’s past for laughs in the middle of a low- stakes silly goofy episode and never mentioning it again

Funniest thing Sam Winchester has ever said has gotta be in Ask Jeeves (9x6) when that older woman was hitting on him compared herself to finely aged cheese and he deadass replied with “well I’m lactose intolerant so…”

Supernatural is so insane because what do you mean the big bad of s11 was god and his sister and the next season was just British people.

Sam and Dean all through out s8 for some reason

Peak unintentional comedy in Supernatural was the angels forcing Cas to pick between them and Dean with full confidence that he’d pick them and Cas picking Dean not even 2 seconds later.

Sometimes I think I hate the SPN finale and then I remember that Jensen initially fucking hated it so much that they got Eric Kripke to gaslight him into thinking it was good. Only for him to immediately go off and create/produce/act in a spinoff series after the show ended all so he could fix the shitty writing. No one hates the SPN finale like Jensen Ackles hates the SPN finale.

Actually the reason why we never saw Bobby and John interact is because Bobby would’ve beat the shit out of John on the spot.

The only reason Dean wasn’t the one with psychic powers is cause would he not have taken them seriously in the slightest. Like he’d get a vision and Sam would ask him what he saw and he’d go “it showed me ur a bitch”

Nothing will ever be funnier than remembering that Sam and Dean are just some guys and they had literally every being existence stressed out at some point or another. Like imagine being an all powerful being or a monster and your worst enemies are just two guys with daddy issues™️ and a gun.

the last night

There is a common misconception that the Winchesters were just unlucky. That it was simply a hand of misfortune that ran their way and ruined their every chance of a quiet life. But it had taken a very specific set of cruelty to lead them to that one fateful night.

It had, like most unfortunate events, started with a storm. Dean Winchester, however, is unaware of the emptiness that awaited him at home. Because as he was driving home (which was currently a crappy motel in Louisiana) from California, his younger brother was on his way to Stanford. But he doesn’t know that. He also doesn’t know that he caused this for himself in some way, (when he does, he is crushed by the weight of his actions.) And naturally, he doesn’t know the bloodshed that awaits him after what the gods call, mockingly, The Last Good Day. 

So Dean drives. Screaming the lyrics of Eye of The Tiger that flooded his car from his mixtape because he could. Because he’d bumped into a girl he’d met years ago. Because he was going home. Dean sings because he doesn’t know.

And in another car on the same highway, Sam Winchester sits in silence. His hands tremble as he grips the wheel, shaking as he drives, and his eyes hold back tears he refuses to let spill. He was free. Sam had what he’s always wanted—a normal life—but it hit him that he barely knew what life was outside Dean. His brother had been everything to him, and now he wasn’t sure they’d speak again. Sam believes that Dean falls blindly to his father’s orders. Dean was the favourite, he was just the spare. He doesn’t know that this will be the last time in years that Dean and John speak about anything other than potential jobs. And he doesn’t know how, if there had not been another series of unlikely circumstances, his big brother would have driven under the influence and gotten into a fatal accident the very next May.

So Sam sips a cup of coffee. Eyes on the road. The sound of the patter on the road driving out any thoughts that dared to enter his mind. He drives because he, too, doesn’t know.

John Winchester, however, does know.

There’s a common misconception in the hunting community that Dean was John Winchester’s favourite. You and I know that while John would never admit it (despite his many flaws, he did love his sons), John found it easier to love Sam than he ever could Dean.

Sam was a lot more like Mary; both of them had an air of kindness about them. And Sam hated this life, and John assumed (correctly) that Mary would have as well. Dean, on the other hand, was the better copy of John. Dean was the mirror that showed just how ugly John really was. And sometimes John would look at Dean and want him ruined. How dare Dean love with the loudness John wished he could, despite everything that happened. Even in the weeks right after the "before," when John’s brain was a muddle from all the drinks and the sleeplessness, Mama’s boy Dean, mourning Dean, had crept out of his bed in the middle of the night daily to take the throw from the couch and put it over a blacked-out John. And for a man who knew loss better than himself, given the choice between loving himself and loving the last piece of his wife, he would choose Sam.

And so John drinks. Drinks until every step feels foreign. Until his anger spills from the cup into the room. Leaving a trail of ruin with his movements. He drinks because he does know.