czoc:
remember when asks weren’t rebloggable and we had to go around screencapping them like fucking animals
But I also can’t help of think of dean and cas having sex during thunderstorms mmmm
The lightning lit up the room in small bursts of light, and each time Dean’s eyes widened a little more, and his pupils would re-dilate as he took in the sight of Castiel on top of him.
The once-angel seemed so powerful in these moments; when the thunder rolled and the lightning turned the entire room white hot for split seconds. In the moments that Castiel rode him hard into the mattress, Dean barely holding onto Castiel’s hips, he remembered that Castiel used to be made of lightning, cosmic stardust, and power.
Castiel was a thunderstorm in a human vessel.
In his hands had been the light and power of God.
Once, the ex-angel’s voice could boom and roll like the thunder over their heads.And as Dean watched Castiel climb closer and closer to his climx, the hunter could practically feel his skin light on fire. Two more slams of their hips and Castiel was coming undone. Dean shuddered when another clap of thunder sounded, and he was coming soon after.
Sam’s Hell is reminiscent of how Mary and Jess died. His personal Hells on earth started with fire consuming first his mother, his home, and then his lover and their home. His chances at the life he wanted for himself. They died because Lucifer and Azazel were trying to get to him. Perhaps Lucifer simply had to remind him of this when they were in the cage and then could just sit back and watch while Sam burned himself up with his unjustified, self-imposed burden of guilt and unfulfilled dreams.
Dean’s Hell is bloody and confusing and exposed and confining and solitary, just like his biggest fears in life. We see him shouting out for Sam, and we know that despite Sam’s best efforts, he can’t reunite with Dean. They can’t be together. Sam can’t be there to help Dean control that spider web of conflicting impulses he carries in his head. He is missing his protective layers of clothing and is stretched out in a mass of raw nerves. So Alistair just has to keep cutting away at Dean’s defenses until he finally gives up on Sam and gives himself over to all the pain he keeps chained up inside his own mind. Dean will torture himself in the forms of all those souls he cuts up and he’ll enjoy it, and he’ll hate himself all the more.
The Hell Crowley shows Cas suits both their sensibilities. Crowley knows he doesn’t need to go to such showy extents as Lucifer because he knows that people left with too much time on their hands will spend it regretting everything they did to get themselves in that spot. Physical pain would only distract them from their guilt and sorrow. And he can show this Hell to Cas without reminding Cas of fighting through Dean’s Hell to save him. Cas won’t have that natural revulsion fire and brimstone and screaming would have caused. Cas will be able to tell himself this partnership is for the best. Crowley is quite clever and knows who he is dealing with and all he really cares about is the power he’s getting anyway. Cas is willing to be fooled by it because he wants that same power.
Bobby has a stereotypical Hell. He’s an older guy and probably was raised with this sort of imagery. This is the Hell that’s most likely depicted in all those books he knows so well. It’s full of other people suffering physical pain and humiliation who he can’t save. His personal pain is caused by being faced with an infinity of demonic Sams and Deans who come to taunt him. In his nightmares he dreamed of his wife blaming him for not saving her. His surrogate sons taunt him in Hell with the fear for them he felt when he died, the reason he wouldn’t move on when the reaper came. They taunt him with the possibility that they’ll be lost after he left. He sits in his unlocked cell day after day waiting for them to come and show him that his greatest fears were realized while he’s been stuck down there in that labyrinth of other people who cry out for help he can’t provide, and he scratches marks on the wall so he can keep track of it all. So he won’t forget. So he’ll stay sane enough to keep punishing himself.
Oh wow, this is super fascinating: infinite, personalized hells as a reflection of the canonically established infinite, personalized heavens. I wonder if the show actually wrote these hells with that specific intent or if it was just kind of a happy accident. Great meta.
…that would explain why everyone in Cas/Crowley’s Hell looks like a Winchester.
I once thought that the Impala’s passenger window was open as I tried flying in.
No, Dean did not notice.
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it kind of bothers me that after all this time people still dont understand how sorting works in harry potter
its not necessarily based on the characteristics you possess, its the ones you value, and that my friends is completely different. that is why the sorting hat considers your choice, otherwise why would he bother with your opinion
primary examples would be hermione, wormtail and lockhart
Okay, so in Science class yesterday we were talking about sleep cycles and melatonin and my science teacher said, “if you’re trying to sleep, avoid one colour. Blue. Your melatonin levels decrease when looking at the colour blue because it’s the colour of the sky.” GUYS, I KNOW WHY NONE OF US SLEEP. TUMBLR IS BLUE.
David must have done this on purpose….
