Metatron secretly writes Destiel fanfic…
Metatron was performing a spell in 9x18, “Metafiction”.
He was making sure, as he discusses with Gadreel at the end of the episode, that Heaven stayed securely closed.
And how did he perform that spell?
He ensured that Dean and Castiel did not reunite, but stayed on their…
WHEN CHARACTERS WON’T ADMIT THEIR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER EVEN THOUGH IT’S SO OBVIOUS
here let me track your phone on my gps and leave you 6 missed calls
no homo bro
TEAM FREE WILL: One pair of concerned boyfriends, and one moose caught in the awkward sexual tension.
grumpyfeathers asked: saw that reblog just now and no nopers i ain't gonna forgive you for the destiel spam because i only meant to stay on tumblr for like five minutes and instead i've been on here for THREE HOURS damn you
Oh, I did the same thing. Who needs sleep?
I just love the way Cas manhandles Dean to get a look at the Mark of Cain and the way that Dean just lets him.
Castiel’s Damn it
↳I wonder where he learned it from
5x04 | 9x18
↳There’s something different about you.
It doesn’t matter what timeline or universe, whether he’s human or angel, or even stoned out of his freaking mind…Cas knows Dean.
Can’t you see it? Can’t you read it in their smiles? In every word spoken and even more in those unsaid. Look at their faces. How long has it been since we’ve seen them smile? Really, truly smile? And we know it’s not fake, cause they can’t even see each other, but they’ll smile nonetheless. It’s real and it’s pure. It’s there in gentle teasing and quiet memories. It’s in a simple question. How are you, Dean? Well, in front of Sam he’ll shake that question easy enough, never was one for chick flick moments you know. But you can see what it means to him, how he’s still surprised that anyone would even care, and how much it means to him that Cas would bother to ask. It’s love. That’s what’s there, and if you can’t see it you must have your eyes closed. Because there’s not one second of this that says otherwise. And when Cas speaks there it is again. I miss life on the road, I miss the smell of worn leather and whiskey, I miss you.
sam fucking knows.
SAM. FUCKING. KNOWS.