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danascullly · 2 years

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@giftober 2022 | day #1 - close-up

Supernatural 4.18 - The Monster at the End of This Book

#giftober2022 #supernatural #spnedit #spn #supernaturaledit #dean winchester #tuserpris #becauseofthebowties #userjennmish #my edit

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casismymrdarcy · 3 years

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‘𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪

Happy anniversary to Love Story (Taylor Swift) and 4x01 Lazarus Rising (Supernatural)

#subtext4thewin #happy birthday to you two!#destiel #deancas #spn #supernatural #destiel x taylor swift #castiel #dean winchester #gentraxx #creativecaviar #gardenercas #rambleoncas #seraphcastiel #userstarry #userjennmish #userpris #taylor swift #my work of art

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citruscas · 2 years

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did someone say hoodie cas 👁️

#OUGH.#castiel #supernatural #fanart #ash.png #userkels #userjennmish #userdeanshoneybee #seraphcastiel #rambleoncas

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thetruthpdf · 3 years

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SUPERNATURAL | Balthazar + being the most iconic angel in the garrison ⤷ for @myaimistrue’s content creator celebration

image ID below the cut

[image id: nine gifs of the angel balthazar over the course of season 6. in the first gif, castiel confronts his old friend, saying, “i know you. you’re not some common thief,” to which balthazar replies, “common? no. thief? eh” with a nonchalant shrug. in the second gif, we see a website with a zoomed-in black and white photograph. the camera shows the name first mate i. p. freeley, rms titanic before panning up to show balthazar. in the third gif, sam is shown asking balthazar, “can you help me?,” and balthazar responds over his shoulder, saying, “oh, yes, the answer is… will i?”. in the fourth, balthazar explains part of his plan to raphael, saying, “i volunteered these two marmosets for a game of fetch with virgil. you two were such an adequate stick. thank you. thank you, boys.” in the fifth gif, balthazar is shown standing in front of a rainy window in bobby’s house, saying, “good old raffy put out a hitlist on every last samaritan who helped our dear cas – including both of you. and so much more importantly, me,” before he continues preparing the spell to send sam and dean into the french mistake universe. the sixth gif is a closeup of balthazar as he says, “oh, uh, sorry, uh. you have me confused for the other angel – you know, the one in the dirty trenchcoat who’s in love with you. i… don’t care.” in the seventh, balthazar is standing on top of a car after being summoned by sam and dean, exasperatedly saying, “i’m sorry boys, do i look like a man-servant to you? no? no? then quit ringing for me, please.” the eigth gif shows sam nodding in surprise when balthazar says, “i know i’m going to regret this – but i’m officially on your side.” we then see an indignant balthazar who says, “you bastards.” the final gif features balthazar looking down and laughing in a forest. /end id]

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tootiredmotel · 3 years

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TFW 2.0 + writing things for (and on) each other

for my follower celebration! day 3: handwrite

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kinard-buckley · 2 years

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— Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries

#spnedit #supernaturaldaily #spncreatorsdaily #spncentral #tvseriessource #deanwinchesterdaily #userbbelcher #usertelevision #userthing #usersource #tuserjord #fieryfrankie #userannie #rambleoncas #becauseofthebowties #acklesology #userjennmish #i made this #exQUEUEse me

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acklesology · 3 years

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jenmish + cats for entertainment weekly

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1x12faith · 2 years

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honeypie but it's just cas teleporting around 🥰️🌀

#spnamvarchive #fimmfstiel #userjennmish #userceci #creativecaviar #i had to hop on this trend it so cute and funn!!! ^w^ i like what i made #it was hard thinking of like every time hes ever teleported on screen lol #mine #amv

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xofemeraldstars · 3 years

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SUPERNATURAL ↪ 4.03 In the Beginning

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ happy bday @deandarko !!

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danascullly · 2 years

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My name is Dean Winchester. I’m an Aquarius, I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women.

DEAN WINCHESTER born January 24, 1979

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALIVE BOY #dean winchester #deanwinchesteredit #spn #spnedit #supernatural #supernaturaledit #tuserpris #becauseofthebowties #creativecaviar #userjennmish #my edit #dean

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alivedean · 3 years

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(insp.) | happy birthday, jenn!

#userjennmish #bluefirecas #donestiel #cowboycoven #destieledit #deancasedit #spnedit #supernaturaledit #destiel #deancas #spn #supernatural #m

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citruscas · 3 years

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comfort 💕

taglist under cut (feel free to ask to be added ^_^)

@meltedcandlescas @boybestiecas @maydays2 @your-machiavellian-cousin-clover @jae-in-a-trenchcoat @deadpiss @deanlovescasblog @aheartbeatoftheuniverse @allnightghouls @emeraldcas @you-cant-spell-subtext-without @casismymrdarcy @tootiredmotel @piesexuals

#been feeling down lately so i drew them <3333 #they are stupidly in love !!!!!!!!!!!!! i adore them oughoghoghhh #dean winchester #castiel #deancas #destiel #supernatural #fanart #ash.png #userjennmish #userkels #userdeanshoneybee #rambleoncas #seraphcastiel

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winchestergifs · 3 years

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MICK DAVIES ✧ THE RAID requested by @daniblondy

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jenneferofjengaberg · 3 years

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endless dean close-ups 11/∞

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tootiredmotel · 3 years

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happy thirteen years

of ripping up the narrative

and thank you, Castiel

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deancaskiss · 3 years

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It shouldn’t have been that easy.

Especially for someone like him. For an Angel that didn’t feel emotions like humans did.

It shouldn’t be easy to fall in love.

But maybe it wasn’t easy at all.

The tumbling, breathless, heart-pounding, world-spinning, lungs constricting, utterly blissful feeling.

It was too good to be true.

And therefore not possible.

Watching Dean dart around the kitchen, spoon still firmly in Cas’ hand from where Dean’s fingers had lingered a minute ago when he’d offered Cas the utensil to taste test. Sometimes the corner of Dean’s apron tickled across Cas’ skin whenever Dean moved past Cas’ little spot he’d tucked himself into against the counter by the stove. The sensation was ground-breaking.

Yet everything was so normal.

The way Dean was rambling on about Zeppelin being the top-notch music choice of the 1970s, and how anyone else who thought any differently was clearly just straight-up wrong. Some kind of complicated sauce was slow cooking on the stove, with Dean whisking in spices and throwing in some vegetables for Sam. It was a quiet lull between hunts, where they took a day for themselves to unwind before hitting the road for the next case.

The feeling creeped up on Cas again.

It was the same weightless feeling he’d had when Dean had offered to let him ride shotgun, or when Dean had fixed his tie for him before they handled a case together, and again when Dean had said he wasn’t a role model even though Cas knew he was. The list of those moments went on and on.

Times where they were watching a movie late at night and Dean’s head dropped down onto Cas’ shoulder as he snored lightly beside Cas. Moments when Dean turned to him and smiled and the whole ground felt shaky beneath Cas’ feet. Or when Dean’s hands brushed against Cas, and for a second Cas swore his knees were about to buckle underneath him.

No. Nothing about this was easy at all.

He never should’ve been able to feel something like this. The human weakness… that’s what God had hinted at.

Love was naive. Love was shattering. Love was a weakness.

Angels were above that.

Angels were stoic and did their job.

But here Cas was… and he felt… no, he couldn’t feel. That couldn’t be what this was. It just couldn’t.

“Hey, Earth to Angel Face? Hellooooo?” Dean called out, waving a spatula in front of Cas and startling him.

“Hey,” Dean’s tone suddenly shifted, teasing glint in his eyes vanishing as he stepped closer to Cas until his fingers ghosted along Cas’ shoulder. “Hey,” he said, softer this time. “There’s my Angel. Are you alright? Where were you?”

“I-” Cas blinked, shaking his head slightly as the thoughts tumbled down until they were balancing on the tip of his tongue. I think I’m in love with you but that’s not how I should feel and I don’t know what to do with this because it feels like it’s suffocating me no matter how many times I push the thoughts back because I want things with you and I can’t.

The denial burns like the coppery taste of blood on Cas’ tongue. He can’t. The softness on Dean’s face is agonizing. The gentleness of Dean’s touch against his shoulder is unbearable. He shouldn’t want this. He shouldn’t feel like this.

Love.

It isn’t something he can have. Not with Dean. Not the way he wants it. Because right now, he wants Dean’s fingers on his jaw. Craves the feeling of Dean pressing their foreheads together until the soothing thoughts from Dean’s head have transferred into his own. He wants to feel what it’s like to have Dean’s lips pressed against his; to share the taste of the sauce between their mouths until Cas can separate out the unique molecules that make Dean Dean.

No.

He’d let himself linger on these thoughts long enough. He wasn’t in love. That wasn’t what this was. Dwelling on it wasn’t acceptable. Angels didn’t feel love. Cas cared for Dean. That’s all. Nothing more.

“Cas,” Dean said, voice even more gentle as he slowly eased the spoon from his hand and guided him down into one of the kitchen chairs. “Talk to me. C’mon, buddy. I’m here. Everything’s okay.”

Something about Dean’s tone made Cas feel like he was cracking from the inside; breaking apart until all these complicated emotions had slipped out onto the floor.

“I’m sorry,” Cas said, voice wavering on the words.

Dean shook his head, flicking the stove off and settling next to Cas at the table. “Wanna talk about it?”

God. Why did Dean have to be like this? Caring and comforting and reassuring. How was Cas supposed to stop himself from falling in love with him?

“No. I’m fine, Dean. Just got a little lost in my thoughts.”

Dean hesitated, hand lingering in the space between them as if he wanted to reach out to Cas. The soft look was back in Dean’s eyes, and Cas’ heart thumped erratically in his chest.

“Is there paprika in that?” Cas asked, sharply changing the topic back towards the food Dean had been cooking.

Concern flickered in Dean’s expression for a moment, before he nodded. “Yeah, Cas. There is.” Words spoken just as gently as they had been when Dean noticed his mind had been wandering. “Do you want to try some more?”

And before Cas could answer, Dean was dipping another spoon into the sauce and was offering it for Cas with a hopeful look in his eyes. Cas tasted it again, and it was just as good as the first spoonful had been.

“It’s perfect,” he said, cataloguing the way Dean lit up with happiness at Cas’ praise.

It was too much.

Cas tore his gaze away before the rest of his sentence could make it’s way into the air between them.

You’re perfect.

Cas wasn’t in love. But maybe he was.

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