for all that i love the idea of dean having scruff, i really can’t make myself love it because that is just physical evidence that dean is in such a bad place that he’s not even bothering to take care of himself.
no but it’s crazy to think that the boy with the demon blood is now the one blessed with angel grace and the righteous man, favorite toy soldier of heaven is now the one bearing the mark of the cain, the murderer, creator of the knights of hell …
“if your daddy could see you now”
you know what lady, you seem cool and all, so i’m gonna let you in on a little something, DEAN WINCHESTER IS TEN TIMES THE FUCKING MAN JOHN WINCHESTER EVER WAS, AND IF JOHN SAW HIM RIGHT NOW HE’D BE FUCKING BLINDED BY THE RADIANCE OF THE WONDERFUL SHINING SOUL THAT IS DEAN EVEN ON HIS WORST GODDAMN DAY
thanks for your attention and have a nice day store lady, nice biceps, see you around i hope
I know that it’s wrong, but I really, desperately, truly, and deeply, want Castiel to choose humanity, to excise his grace, fall, become, mortal, and then I want him to tell Dean, and I want to watch Dean’s face collapse into a thousand tiny pieces, even though he tries to look happy, even though this is what’s he’s prayed for every day for years. And I want Cas to say, “I want to live my human life with you”, and then I want the camera to pan out, and I want to watch dean’ clutch the Mark of Cain on his arm, through his layers of flannel, and I want to watch is eyes because, you can see the exact moment when the tables will have turned, where Cas is doomed to die, and Dean will be left alone in the wreckage, immortal, alone, a monster…everything he swore he’d never be…