6x03, 6x21, 9x10
The one time Castiel lied to Dean. And the two times he didn’t. ♥
This is the first time I analyze this gif set and the one to the left really breaks my heart. We know Dean had spent a year with Lisa and had completely retired from the hunting life. So although Cas saw Dean and even went to him for help, he didn’t want to bother him because he thought Dean was happy like that. Dean, who had not prayed to Cas anymore, who had not called him at all, who had decided to live as a civilian, did not need Castiel, was happy without Cas. OR SO CAS THOUGHT. Therefore, the first time Dean prayed to Cas in months, MONTHS, because he needed help, Cas was bitter. Of course he came because Dean called, but he didn’t need Dean to know that. He didn’t want Dean to know that he was always waiting for the moment when Dean would call him again. So what if Sam called? Dean was not calling. Dean had to be the one to call, so when he finally did, Cas went to him as soon as he called BUT tried to hide his desperation to be with him again and that’s how we got the: “You think I came because you called?”
OH CAS YOU FELL SO HARD FOR THIS HUMAN!
Garth giving one of the most accurate descriptions of Dean Winchester that I’ve ever heard.
okay but just…imagine, for a second, that it’s the series finale of Supernatural. Everything is about to go to hell. The big final battle. More than likely there won’t be any survivors. And just before they head into the fray, Team Free Will pauses, one last moment of quiet. No words, just silence, and then the camera pans down and we see Dean and Cas reach out and take each others’ hands.
And that’s how it becomes canon.
They never really show it on the show but it’s clear John used to get pretty physical with Dean when he was pissed off. And I’m sick of people making excuses for him because it’s one thing to be strict with your kids to protect them and to teach them hunting because you know what’s out there, and another thing to make your child more scared of you than of all the other monsters.
Just imagine…
Dean drags his little body up the stairs; it feels so heavy. Quietly as so not to wake Sam, he opens the door to their shared bedroom. He walks over to Sammy’s crib where the baby is sleeping peacefully just like after Dean had brought him upstairs a few hours ago.
John was on a hunt but he had said he’d be back by tonight, he had promised Dean. So Dean had waited and waited, downstairs in Bobby’s dusty living room, but John hadn’t returned. Bobby had asked Dean again and again to go to bed but Dean stubbornly declined until Bobby went to bed. “He’s going to come, he said he would! I wanna wait for him!” Dean had said every time.
Dean hadn’t known what to do with himself while waiting, on the verge of falling asleep but wanting to stay up to see his father. It had been so, so long in the young boy’s mind since he’d seen him. To keep himself busy and make John happy when he came home, Dean took his gun apart and put it back again like he had been told to practice, so many times he couldn’t count. But at some point, Dean had fallen asleep on the couch and woken up with a cricked neck.
Giving up after having looked at the clock - it was several hours past midnight - he went upstairs to sleep.
Sammy turns around in his sleep, towards Dean, as if he knew he was there.
Dean smiles and strokes Sam’s little head. Next to it, Dean sees something he couldn’t remember having seen for a while.
It was a stuffy, a yellow half-moon, one of the only things that he still had from before the fire. Dean had had it since before he could remember but right after the tragedy over a year ago, he’d given it to Sam.
Dean pulls at the short cord. It feels familiar and smooth.
A glockenspiel sounds and Dean has to bite his lip to keep the tears of memories from rolling down his chubby cheek.
Resting his hand on Sammy’s head, he searches his head for the lyrics his mother had always sung to him.
“Ca - Carry on my wayward, s- son. There will be peace when you are - when you are done. So lay your weary h-head to re-est. And don’t you cr- don’t you cry no more.”
Early the next morning, Bobby walks into the room to find Dean asleep on the ground next to Sammy’s crib, his hand stuck between its wooden bars, right next to the baby’s head, his cheeks and eyes still red from tears.
Dean, bb, wow, I don’t remember you looking so SAD about that x
like you’re thinking, yeah it’s freaking weird, but it’s what I called you, it’s who you were, it was YOUR name, and now it’s not, now you’ve got a wife who whispers a different name to you, so what the fuck do I do now?, do I have any claim on you at all anymore?,are you ANYTHING to me anymore?. (via littlehollyleaf)
IS THERE EVER THAT ONE CHARACTER
THAT HAS NOTHING
BUT DESERVES EVERYTHING
AND YOU JUST WANT TO CUDDLE THEM AND TELL THEM EVERYTHING’S GONNA BE ALRIGHT
#oh did you mean castiel #the writer’s favorite punching bag?#because that’s all i saw from that post #was castiel#and how he can never have anything nice #ugh
Okay so during the line for this op Libby had to give me medication because I was such a mess. I was crying and shaking etc.
A lot happened between being in line and this photo(which I’ll explain for the other J2 op I got of them on Ela’s behalf and everything) but one thing’s for sure…I had calmed down. Then I saw Jared Padalecki.
He…is so beautiful.
I started shaking and didn’t stop.
I got up to them and after the first picture(for Ela) I went up to Jensen with every intention of irritating the shit out of him for being taller than him(I’m slouching against Jared in this photo but I’m about two inches taller than Jensen). But I’m shaking so when I jutted up my chin and tried to smirk at him everything in his being seemed to be radiating “Honey…please. You’re shaking so hard there’s no way to take you trying to annoy me seriously”. It was terrible.
Then I was like, “I’m shaking so hard.” And Jensen looked me dead int he eye and went “We kill the ones that shake.” I almost yelled.
(By the way I wasn’t…ignoring Jared so much as Jensen was talking to me more and Jared would’ve made me cry more)
Then…we’re standing to face the camera and Jensen looks at me as I’m looking at the camera and he goes…
“You’re really pretty.”
I sobbed.
Then I heard Jared go
"Yeah! You are!”
And I cried harder.
Then the photographer snapped the photo.
These fucking assholes.
