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[ID: 3 screenshots from SPN 10.22. Eldon Frankenstein is in the bunker, carrying a box. He says, "So this is what I know about Dean Winchester:" He pulls out a Motorhead vinyl. "He's got crappy taste in music..." He takes out an old photo of Mary with her sons. "got a hot mom..." /end ID]

also me going through dean winchesters stuff

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i'm just not sure how to answer that

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sorry I beat the shit out of you I have a really big crush on you and I got nervous

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we're going to have an OLDER BROTHER summer. we will be drinking MONSTER. we will be LIFTING WEIGHTS. we will be ignoring our MOM. we will be surviving off of CHIPS and NOODLES. we will NOT be SHOWERING. we will only be putting on AXE DEODORANT. we will be bothering PRETTY WOMEN and getting REJECTED. OLDER BROTHER SUMMER !!

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Dean Winchester voice my brother is gay because he’s annoying. My husband on the other hand The gayest thing he’s ever done is marry me. But that’s Because marriage is gay not because of the men thing. And that’s not nearly as gay as tofu

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Have you ever thought that supernatural has some baller lines? Yes? No? I want to see who can differentiate between the writing team and published writers 🤡👁

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Irving B Died On A Thursday...

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it's not too late to vote ruby here

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i need you slaughtered

every1 isin love with me

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jensen. go to therapy

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[VD: A 4-second SPN clip. Dean stands in front of a wall holding a gun, facing off against an opponent. Cas comes around the corner to stand next to Dean. The opponent sees Cas, growls, "Angel..." then rushes at Cas, yelling. As he runs, he punches Dean in the face, knocking him out of the way. /end VD]

Casgirls

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To me Sam is like. On his phone at a party knee-deep in a reddit thread about selkies. Memorizing facts off wikipedia. Having his gay little psychic visions. Eating quinoa and chewing very slowly. Oh what a quiet polite relatively well adjusted young man! Good kid in a bad situation <3 Meanwhile his internal monologue: "no one can know I'm secretly a twisted fucking cycle path ahhhh blood rage blood evil sex death ritual". That kid. Got straight As all through high school. While living in a car with two guys who think it's gay to know math. Do you know how fucking crazy you have to be to keep your GPA up in that situation . All so he could be normal and not live in a car. And guess what. He did anyway.

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list of supernaturals casualties:

reading comprehension of 5000000000+ million people

the countless lives lost to the big destiel blogging community

jared padaleckis hairline

riverdale

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SPN Season 1: Let’s use Christo to find out if they’re a demon

SPN Seasons 2-4: Let’s exorcise all demons to save their vessels

SPN Seasons 5-9: Lol let’s stab the guy and see if he glows when he dies

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honestly its gay as fuck to even be a man

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pa said the well's run dry he said the bank came out yesterday and said we're gonna have to sell the blog and get work in the city like the rest of folks less we can come up with something real quick. he was all ready to sign the papers today but i begged him to wait to give me time to find something anything and he sighed and said he could give me a week and not a minute more. and i nodded and i cried because he was right when he said there was next to nothing i could do and even if i did find a miracle. all our neighbors shuffled off weeks months years ago because the posts dried up and the bank came knocking. i break open my piggy bank hoping there's enough drafts in there to tide us over. i sit there. and i have to decide if it's worth spending everything i have just to buy us an extra day. and i know this extra day will consist of walking around mute and shellshocked. and i decide. it's worth it. i give pa all my drafts and he looks at me and shakes his head and his voice cracks when he says i better keep hold of those for getting settled in the city. i could fight him. i don't. i leave all my drafts on the table and storm out the back door. there must be something. they must have just missed it. pa says he knows this blog better than anyone. but i grew up here, same as him. and as much as he loves it, i love it more. when i was seven years old he tore the place apart looking for me after i wandered off. but i wasn't lost. i'd found a tag to play in, happy as could be. he never found me, or the tag, i just wandered back out when i got hungry. it's pa's blog, but it's my home. i know where the creeks and streams and ponds are. i know if i look hard enough, i can find a new posting well.

day one, i strike out. i wake up before dawn. i come in after dusk with no posts to show for it. pa's boxing up our plates when i walk in. he doesn't say anything. i don't either.

day two, i wander a further. yesterday, i was following a map with areas of interest marked in order of likelihood of success. today, i pick a direction and walk. i have more to show for it, if only barely. i get home with one bucket of posts. pa tells me i should keep them.

day three i wake up because pa's dragging furniture into the yard for a yard sale. when i ask him what he's doing he says he'd rather be paid flop drafts by our neighbors than flop drafts by the bank. i walk back inside. get my map. i get home after midnight with empty hands.

day four. when i wasn't looking, the cold single minded determination turned into fear. i'm realizing i'm running out of time. i'm realizing the reason pa didn't put up a fight is because he knew there was nothing out here. i could kill him. what kind of farmer depends on one well? my heart isn't in it today. i head out after noon. i'm back before dusk. there's been a stack of empty boxes sitting outside my room since pa told me the news. i haven't touched them. tonight, i take one and put away some of my things.

day five. there's more ground to cover. it's more out of a sense of completion than anything. so that when we're in the city, i can say, i did everything i could. i looked everywhere. this was the only option. i stop midday for a rest. the ground i put my palms on is curiously softer than the rest. i dig. it comes away easily. it turns into mud. heart thudding in my ears, i keep digging. the mud gives way to a trickle of posts. ears roaring. i keep digging. hands covered in mud. the trickle turns into a stream. i start yelling for pa. i'm too far from the house for him to hear me, but i'm not thinking about that right now. i'm thinking about the posts in front of me, clear and fresh. text posts. gifs. amvs. there's enough to live another twenty years on this blog. i splash my face. i laugh. i fill my bucket. i'll have to bring more. we'll have to get the pump set up. because there are enough new supernatural posts here for me and my children to build a life.

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i wish i was a cishet guy so that i could start a podcast and go to the gym and allow that to fulfill me spiritually. but instead i have these visions