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spn is actually short for español

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I'm browsing the tags & there's just so much to take in

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I cant wait to wake up tomorrow to see what completely insane thing happened on supernatural, a show that ended last week

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heaven endgames are inherently evil because they imply everyone could’ve avoided all that drama if they’d just died right away. like why live if heaven is good

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Alexa play angel with a shot gun español version

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Petition for Supernatural to do a film so we can have the finale we ALL deserve.

#supernatural #spn #spn season 15 #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #misha collins #jared padalecki #jensen ackles

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In 15x19, Dean says to Sam “We’re finally free.” A statement that should put them both at ease and, in most context, would be celebrated...but then we get this:

Sam and Dean couldn’t even be bothered to look happy about their freedom in the car, driving off into the sunset with their “happy” montage. They look fucking miserable.

Gee, I wonder why? Maybe because of this:

And this:

Yeah, maybe it’s that.

(All pictures from the CW, I don’t own the rights)

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An addition to my previous post ✨

Misha speaking russian

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15x18 - Despair

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Part 1 

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Mary knew Dean wasn't straight ever since he, five-year-old at the moment, came home and informed that he had a serious matter to talk about with her. "I love Cas," Dean said. "His eyes are pretty, mommy, and he always lets me have a bite of his sandwich, and he smiles when I call him cute, and I gave him those blue flowers that are in your garden (they are blue just like his eyes!) and he kissed my cheek and mommy, I wanna marry him." When Dean comes out to her years later, she's not surprised.

mary and dean is my weakness omg ok

“Mom, I’m—I’m dating Cas.”

At the counter, Mary stills. Dean freezes too.

She suddenly whirls around, narrowing her eyes. Dean winces, waiting for the fireworks. 

“What day is it?”

He blinks. What?

“W-what?” He stutters out. 

“What day is it?” Mary asks again, calmly wiping her hands on a towel. “The fifth, right?" 

"Um…” Dean counts in his head, utterly bewildered. “Yeah?”

“Okay.” Mary smiles, turning back to the counter. “Three months exactly then." 

Dean stares at her, completely confused. 

Three months from what?

He had rehearsed this conversation in his mind so many times, but of all the possible reactions he had come up with responses to, that definitely wasn’t one of them.

He sighs.

"Mom—”

“So when are you going to have him over for dinner?”

Dean blanks again. 

“I mean, I know Cas is over here practically every other day, but now we can do it properly.” She brings the apples over to the cutting board and starts slicing them into neat little chunks, smiling slightly. “Sam can interrogate him and I can ask all those embarrassing questions and—”

“Mom,” Dean blurts. “Why aren’t you freaking out?”

Mary pauses, looking up. “Hmm?”

Dean wrings his hands, avoiding her eyes.

“Cas’s parents totally freaked out, so why aren’t you freaking out?”  

Mary frowns.

“They did? Hmm. Maybe I should have a talk with them—”

“MOM!”

“What, Dean?” She turns to him, planting her hands on her hips. “Do you want me to freak out?” 

Oh no. She’s putting on the Mom Voice, which means Dean is ten seconds away from crumpling. Dammit.

“No, I just—”

He fumbles for the words. Mary watches him, an eyebrow raised.

“You just…” He swallows. 

“Don’t seem surprised,” he finishes lamely.

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Dean, seems to be doing okay. Hard to say. Yeah, maybe he’s like me. Being teary eyed in public is not my style.

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N! Dean and Cas, please!!!

Do 1800 words count as a minific?

N. The color green.

“Nah,”Castiel shakes his head as his sister turns around, the dress she’s trying ontwirling around her. 

“But the color goes so well with my hair!” shesays and pouts

“I hate green,” Castiel murmurs.

“Why?” she asks walking back to the fittingroom.

“Hospital gowns are green.”

“So is grass!” she calls through the curtain.“And grass is good.”

The walls in his first foster home were green too. Annadoesn’t know that. He met her in his last home, the third one, the lesshorrible.

“Yeah, grass is good,” he grumbles.

“My date’s eyes are green!” she says excitedlyas she appears in a new dress. This one is yellow.

“You know I still don’t like the idea of you goingout with a stranger.”

She rolls her eyes. “He’s not a stranger. We’ve beentexting for a while.”

“Do you realize how easy it is to pretend you aresomebody else?”

She sighs heavily. “Fine, you won!”

“You’re going to cancel the date?” He feelssimultaneously relieved and guilty. It’s not like he doesn’t want her to find anice guy, he’s just worried she might get hurt while searching.

“No, but you can come with me.”

“What?”

“You can go to the restaurant with me and sit atanother table and check him out yourself.”

It’s crazy. But it’s also perfect.

“That… that would work.”

She beams at him. “Okay! Now the dress! What do youthink?”

“I think it’s great,” he smiles back.

“You think he’ll like it?”

“If he’s not an idiot, he’ll be stunned by yourbeauty.”

Anna claps her hands and runs back behind the curtain tochange back into her own clothes.

“You should try it too, you know?”

“What? The dress? I don’t think it would complimentmy figure.”

She snorts. “I mean the dating app, dumbass.”

“No.”

“Why? You could find somebody like Dean foryourself. Someone who knows how to live. Someone who would make you lessgrumpy.”

“I’m not grumpy.”

She pushes the curtain to the side to give him askeptical look. “Sure, you’re a beam of sunshine.”

“Exactly. Let’s go or we’ll be late for your date.”

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Castiel is almost as nervous as if it was his own date.He’s sitting in a corner where he has a nice view of Anna’s table, but he’s farenough to not be suspicious.

Anna spent the rest of the day telling him about Dean,about how he travels and how he pursued his dream and started his own businessrestoring vintage cars, how he takes cooking lessons so he can cook alldifferent kinds of cuisine and how he designs his own tattoos. Cas is actuallycurious to see the man. He sounds kinda perfect so he must be a sham.

Anna fixes her hair for the thousandth time. Cas checkshis clock. Dean still has a few minutes.

A waitress comes to his table and Cas orders a drink.When she leaves and stops blocking his view, there’s a man standing by Anna’stable and shaking her hand.

He’s painfully handsome, dressed with rugged elegance,tall and muscular. He says something and Anna laughs. She looks charmed andCastiel understands.

He spends the date watching Dean. He orders the firstthing on the menu and doesn’t even register what it tastes like. He drinks somewine but it tastes bland.

He’s fascinated by Dean, by the way his plump lips movearound words, by his eyes sparkling with interest, by the tattoo peeking out ofhis rolled-up sleeve.

He supposes the date goes well, Anna laughs a lot andsmiles and twirls her hair around her fingers like some girls do when they’reflirting.

Startledby the fact that Dean’s asking the waitress for a bill, Cas checks his watchand realizes it’s been almost two hours and he feels like he could spend daysjust like that.

Anna excuses herself and heads towards the bathroom, Casasks for his own bill and starts rummaging through his bag for his wallet.

“Did you enjoy the view?” a deep voice makeshim look up and Castiel’s heart stops when he sees Dean leaning on his hands onCas’ table so their faces are almost on the same level.

“I- I-” Cas stutters, absolutely at loss ofwhat he should say to save the situation.

“You know at first I thought you were watching mygirl and I was ready to punch you in the face, but then I realized you wereactually staring at me the whole time. Now I’m not sure if I shouldstill punch you in the face for being a creep or if I should give you mynumber.”

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You’ve heard of one shots, now get ready for none shots! It’s when you think of an idea for a fic and then don’t write it

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Haters: Jensen and Jared hate Misha

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