I enjoy exploring abandoned places and the smell of a forest right after it rains. Also, I'm still bitter over the fact that Pluto is no longer considered a planet.
You'll find a lot of Supernatural, BBC Sherlock, Doctor Who, Merlin, Teen Wolf, and Star Trek related things on this blog. I also make personal posts when I feel the need to do so. Basically, I post whatever I want to.
Dean: I wish I knew how to quit yo-...why are you setting up a tent for us here, Cas? Should't we be killing monsters or something? ...Why? ...Cas?
Cas: We're not supposed to talk about what happens inside the tent, Dean.
My T'hy'la
★ ★ ★ ★★★★★★★★★★ ★★
This is still a better love story than Twilight
“Could you, uh… could you find someone?”
Dean barely sounds like himself. His voice is a low rasp over the phone. He didn’t introduce himself in any way, didn’t say hello, didn’t call her “your highness.” But Charlie knows it’s him all the same. She can picture him standing in the bunker, holding the phone to his ear, rubbing his other hand across his forehead.
She hadn’t been waiting for the call, but it’s not exactly a surprise to hear from Dean. She saw that “meteor shower,” the one NOAA hadn’t predicted, same as anybody else. She’d looked into it but hadn’t found much—a spike in the birth rate, but that seemed more coincidental than anything else. Then again, when is anything ever a coincidence?
She senses that now is not the time to joke with Dean, so all she says is, “Yeah, probably.”
“He might be—he might be going by Jimmy Novak. Or Emmanuel. He—,”
“Cas? You want me to find Cas?”
Dean is quiet for a moment. Maybe he forgot that she read all Carver Edlund’s books, even the unpublished ones. Charlie hears him swallow before he speaks again. “Yeah.”
“You alright?”
“No. Not really.”
Clearly no more explanation is forthcoming. Back to business. “You got any pictures of him?”
Dean doesn’t say anything, but a moment later her phone buzzes. It’s a scan of a small photo, a face shot, probably left over from one of the Winchesters’ many fraudulent collage projects. The man in it is dark-haired, blue-eyed, tired. He doesn’t look like an angel. One of the photo’s corners is very slightly creased, as if it had been folded and then flattened out again, restored. Charlie wonders if Dean had kept this photo aside, tucked into his wallet, a secret icon.
“Good,” she says. “This will help.”
Dean is quiet again.
“Do you… need something else?” Like someone to talk to?
“Just find him,” he says, and hangs up.
Some people say that it’s love
Don’t know what they’re talking about
Don’t understand what is love
I’ll let them figure it outTomione + blue - requested by kissedbyfiendfyre
“I can help,” Cas murmurs into Dean’s shoulder, trembling fingers buried deep within the creases of the hunter’s jacket. “Just – let me stay with you?”
It’s a question Dean’s surprised the guy has to ask.
“Come on Cas,” he breathes out, hauling the hysteric man to his feet before brushing off some of the muddy grass with the backs of his fingers.
“I can help,” Cas repeats, determined as Dean escorts him to the car and lifts him into the Impala. “I’m not useless, Dean – I can help.”
“I know, Cas,” the hunter sighs, “I believe you.”
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5 cas caps an episode:
clip show
Amelia Pond - Series 5-7
# it’s only in retrsopect you see how well they showed her maturing process
Jensen and Danneel Ackles (with bonus baby!ackles)
People’s Choice Awards 2013 | UCLA Spring Sing 2013
Season 9 spoiler: Chuck bursts into heaven and marches right up to Metatron going “Listen here you little shit.”
I’ve never seen Cas look so miserable and scared, and just A+ acting on Misha’s part.
