Reblog if you would continue watching Supernatural if Dean and Castiel became a canon couple
If you would stop watching, reblog this post.
This is an experiment to test the effects of this relationship on the viewing audience.
TPTB really should take a look at this.
69% of people are too embarrassed to reblog this
If you know what I mean
there’s nothing more satisfying than being an asshole in mario kart
The american sex education system.
Why are you laughing at me
maxi pad on a stick
I’ve got frozen peas and a sponge
using two screencaps, i will show you what happens to an ordinary person after being dragged into the world of the winchesters
they get really sexy and start dressing in layers
and demons kill their mum and their girlfriend
This is actually how the show starts.
just because i hate me doesnt mean you can
He’s just mad because he can’t acquire all the apple juice that I’m acquiring. (x)
The level of surprise is the same.
I feel you guys.
Erryday I’m rebloggin
Sometimes, I hate the rule
Aww haha you know, you don’t have to reblog every time.
yes you do
im always like hell yeah i’d survive an apocalypse and then i remember sometimes I nearly faint in the shower because the water is too hot
Are we going to talk about this or what?
More than 28.000 notes. i’m crying
this is perfect.
32,000+ notes holy fuck
I just watched Tangled the other night, and I HONESTLY thought EXACTLY this! I was gonna make gif sets showing the parallels, but this.. this is perfect
my animated babies and my live action babies yesssss :D
Zachariah stood before him, his empty eyes watching him closely. ”Oh, well, if it isn’t the ghost of Christmas screw you.” Dean growled, glaring at him. “Enough. Dean, enough. You saw it, right? You saw what happens. You’re the only person who can prove the devil wrong. Just say yes.” He…
Castiel stood at the side of the road, somewhere in the western part of the country. He had left the Winchester a couple of days ago in search of Zachariah, but has had no luck as of lately. He also has heard from Dean since he left and that worried him. Even Sam, who once and a while called to him, has kept silent. The thought of something wrong with the Winchesters, especially Dean, worried him and in a flash he was standing in the room he had left the brothers in only days ago, only there was no sign of Dean—just Sam.
Sam nearly jumped out of his skin when the flutter if angel wings interrupted his solitude. “Cas? What are you doing here?” He asked, puzzled.
"Hello Sam," Cas looked to the youngest Winchester and then around the run down motel room. "Is Dean around?" The odd thing was, there was absolutely no sign of Dean. Sam’s stuff was spread out around the bed and desk, but nothing that resembled Dean’s was in sight. "I need to speak to him."
Sam huffed. “No, he isn’t.” He mumbled, remembering how Dean wanted to split up for their safety.
Meanwhile Michael had taken Dean as vessel and sent out a message to all other angels. “Dean Winchester has said yes. The battle has begun.” Inside Dean felt strangely at peace. He thought this would hurt but he felt better than he had in years.
Castiel tilted his head in confusion. He was about to ask Sam for more information, but loud cries of rejoice caused him to halt. “Dean Winchester said ‘yes’!
"No," Cas cried, and turned to Sam, wide eyed and panicked. This couldn’t be true. It had to be some sort of trick. But his brothers and sisters never lied.
Sam looked up at Cas. “What is it?” He asked, seeing the look of panic in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
"It’s Dean, Sam," Castiel said and squinted his eyes, trying tune the other angels out—he didn’t need to hear the reason for his dismay over and over again.
He opened his eyes again, meeting the worried, hazel gaze of the hunter. “I’m sorry, Sam, but he said yes.”
Sam’s throat went dry and his stomach twisted. “No…” He whispered, watching him with wide eyes. “Y-You have to get him back!” He demanded, hands shaking. Why would Dean do this?
Castiel watched as the other Winchester mourned for his brother. “It’s not that easy, Sam,” Castiel sighed. “He’s Michael’s now. We can just go to Dean and take him; we’ll be hunted. I can’t even sense them anymore.”
Sam stood up suddenly, slamming his hands on the table. “So what!? We just let Michael have him?! You won’t even try!?” He yelled, glaring at Castiel. He didn’t understand how he could just immediately shut down the possibility. They had to try.
"I’m not saying that, Sam." Castiel stepped towards the youngest Winchester. "I’m not about to let Dean throw himself to them. But it’s not going to be easy finding him. He will be guarded—warded. If we do find it won’t be any easier. We need a plan," Cas stressed the last part.
Sam pressed his hands to his forehead and let out a shaky breath, forcing himself to calm down. “Michael’s using him as a vessel, right? So what he do before attacking Lucifer? He’d be in heaven…preparing.” He murmured, looking over at Cas. “Right?” His mind was still racing and he was afraid for his brother. He had no idea why the angels were doing. “Can’t you hear the angels? Find out what’s going on up there?”
"They’ve quiet down," Castiel answered simply and took a seat at the edge of one of the beds. "Right now I can’t hear anything. Micheal is trying hard to hide Dean; he knows we’ll try to find him."
Sam let out a long sigh. “There’s gotta be lore on how to track an angel or something.” He said, opening his laptop. He didn’t know how else he could do this besides research.
"I’m sorry, Sam," Castiel sighed sadly, as he watched the man sit in front of his laptop. It was such a familair sight, but today, it had a different meaning. "I’ve failed you and Dean. I swore I would protect Dean and I didn’t." Castiel looked up to the ceiling, as if he was talking to heaven. "I’m going to make this right."
With a flutter of his wings Castiel was gone, leaving the lone Winchester alone in the motel room.