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he would listen to this song, relate to it, and think of the "wings" as the inevitability of dying on the job. that is, until cas came along. then the wings were cas, and always will be cas.

I've probably been a bit too obsessed with this song lately, but it just hits every right spot in any occasion. Like, you can't tell me it isn't so Dean coded.

(Castiel is the wings, btw)

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ik this probably isn't how it happened, but i like to think the reason jared and misha are gonna be on the boys is bc jensen would constantly bring up the idea. like "i really love working on this show. it's so fun. but yk what be more fun...." and kripke's just like "oh god not this shit again" and finally gave in

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Season sixteen of supernatural. Its only one episode. Everyone is magically alive due to plot conveinience. Sam could have swore he remembered living out the rest of his life. Dean and Cas immediately start making out, only after asking eachother how they're alive, just for both of them to basically say 'idk'. Gabriel walks on screen. He's not dead (for the millionth time). It was just a Gabriel prank.「¹」 "That's all folks!" With Gabriel in the middle. Roll credits.

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I’m loving the composition of this shot

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OH MY GOD CAS DRIVES A BEIGE VERSION OF DEAN'S CAR THIS IS JUST LIKE WHEN AZIRAPHALE TURNED THE BENTLEY YELLOW I AM PHYSICALLY ILL I CANT DO THIS AGAIN

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Reblog if you ship the world’s top two sexiest women! 👑🌹

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ATTENTION TUMBLR ‼️ i have made a supernatural themed discord server 😋😋 pls join i am incredibly lonely

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was it casual when he went into A HOSPITAL CHAPEL to PRAY to castiel for help OUT LOUD in a ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE

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u forgot one

misha collins playing america's favorite wasp dad, jimmy novak (formerly castiel)

Misha Collins playing Castiel.

Misha Collins playing Castiel playing Lucifer.

Misha Collins playing Castiel playing Lucifer playing Castiel.

Misha Collins playing Misha Collins.

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"save your brother... and my unicorn" OHHH MY GOD???? I MOSTLY SHIP DESTIEL BUT SUDDENLY MEGSTIEL IS SOOOO ??????

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@freakyalex990

house md (muppet doctor)

i'm also gonna make a wilson one and make them kiss 😋😋

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YES. THIS. THIS IS WHAT I DOWNLOADED THIS APP FOR.

why is no one else talking about the fact that dean canonically just has angel feathers on him at all times?? "he broke into the trunk, stole an angel feather" like hello ???

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we truly are in the darkest timeline bc WHAT DO YOU MEANNNNN diddy nutted in a jar which his mom kept in the fridge and used in her mac n cheese recipe. WHAT THE FUCKKKK

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this is a pride flag i made to describe my own gender, which i call "genderfuck." thank you for understanding

(decorated and basic flags)

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why is no one else talking about the fact that dean canonically just has angel feathers on him at all times?? "he broke into the trunk, stole an angel feather" like hello ???

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reblogging to read later bc i'm too lazy rn

To Keep

“Would you kneel for me?” Castiel sounded nervous, like he wasn’t sure if Dean would give him this, as if Dean wouldn’t give the angel his soul if he asked. 

Keeping eye contact, Dean sank to the floor and watched as Castiel’s pupils grew impossibly bigger and his lips parted as he took in a breath. It sent a thrill through him, knowing that he was the one making Castiel feel like that, just by getting on his knees.

“You like that, huh?” Dean said, his voice catching slightly at the realization. He moved forward, his hands coming to Castiel’s waist, fingers slipping into his belt loops as he tugged the angel closer to him. “You like being worshiped?”

Castiel’s hand nestled in Dean’s hair, gripping just enough to pull slightly. “I’m an angel, Dean,” he said through his teeth on the back a groan. “I was made to be worshipped; prayed to; heralded.”

Dean began to work to open Castiel’s pants, the hard line of him already visible against the fabric. “Well, c’mon then, angel, if you want me to worship you I’m gonna need some proof you are who you say you are.”

Castiel’s fingers tightened against Dean’s scalp, his gaze darkening. “What would you have me do?”

Dean leaned forward and began to kiss at Castiel’s hip bone, easing the angel’s pants down, before he looked back up at him, something innocent in his voice as he said, “Well, you’ve got wings, haven’t you? Show ‘em to me.”

Castiel shuddered above him, his breathing turning slightly jagged and labored. Dean watched him pull himself together slightly, enough to take his hand from Dean’s head and ease himself out of the rest of his clothing. His shoulders rolled back and he fixed Dean with a look that was nothing but holy as Castiel sucked thunder into the room, lightning clapping back against it as a shadow of wings fell across the wall. 

Dean stared in awe, sinking back on his heels to see Castiel in all his glory. The angel’s eyes glowed softly and Dean watched as Castiel manifested his wings fully, real feathers unfurling from his back. They touched the ground, shushing over the floor as Castiel spread them out, large and real; Dean itched to touch. 

“You’re so fucking hot right now, Cas,” Dean said. 

“And you are stunning on your knees for me,” Castiel replied, his voice the same timbre as the thunder he’d just called to the room. Dean licked his lips, Cas’ cock still inches from his face, hard and leaking. “Do you want to suck me off?”

“Yeah,” Dean said, the single word nothing but a breath. 

Castiel brought one of his wings forward, some of his feathers brushing lightly against his cheek. Dean shivered at the spark of power he could feel emanating from Castiel’s body, at the way Castiel himself gasped at the contact, grace brightening his eyes as he continued to look down at Dean.

“Go on then, worship me,” Castiel commanded. 

“‘M gonna take you apart,” Dean said as he began to place open mouthed kisses along Castiel’s inner thighs, working his way up to the main event.

He let his breath ghost along the head of Castiel’s cock for a few seconds before he took him into his mouth. The angel’s hips tipped forward, chasing the heat, and Dean hummed around him, swallowing as he adjusted his jaw to accommodate him. Castiel’s wings came to crowd around Dean’s back, locking him into his own little cave, away from the outside world, away from anything that wasn’t this moment, here; Castiel.

He could still see the angel through the gap above his head and their eyes locked as Dean tongued at him. Castiel looked like sin, which should be blasphemy for an angel, but on Castiel it was nothing short of splendor, with his eyes half lidded and his hips bucking to Dean’s ministrations; his wings trembling around him, sometimes brushing up against Dean’s back. He grinned at the sight, at the fallen angel above him who had dared to reach out and touch humanity and embraced it when humanity touched him back.

Dean could tell Castiel was close and he pulled off despite the angel’s whimpered protests. “Not yet,” Dean said. His own erection was poking at his jeans and he reached for his belt as he got to his feet, Castiel’s wings fanning out to give him space. 

Dean shucked his clothing under Castiel’s heated gaze and there was a moment where they simply took each other in, their bodies in their most vulnerable state, where armor was shed and imperfections were laid bare. Dean’s eyes searched Castiel’s, for what he didn’t know– acceptance? Want? Forgiveness for what they’d done to each other in the past and what they were most certainly going to do to each other in the future?

“Come here,” Castiel said, and it wasn’t an order or a request, it was simply what they knew they both needed. 

Dean stepped into Castiel’s arms and the angel’s wings swallowed him as he held him close. He shut his eyes against Castiel’s chest, relishing in the warmth and safety that the angel provided; that slight hum of power that seemed to radiate off him. 

After a moment, Dean began to back Castiel towards the bed, smirking when the angel’s knees hit the edge of the mattress and Dean guided him down. Castiel went willingly and Dean crawled on top of him, locking their lips together in a kiss that spoke for every unsaid word Dean ever struggled to say. Castiel kissed back like Dean was the most precious thing he’d ever held. 

Dean wanted to mold himself into the angel, leave an imprint of his own against tanned skin like the angel had once done to him. He broke away from the kiss and started nipping at Castiel’s jaw, down his throat, sucking a bruise between his teeth that he soothed with his tongue. The angel moaned under him, hands pressing into Dean’s back, moving to cup his ass. 

Dean’s fingers shifted to touch the feathers splayed out across the mattress and Castiel’s entire body seemed to melt as he groaned at the contact. The feathers themselves seemed to be reaching out to him, sliding up and along his fingers, wanting to touch him just as much as he wanted to touch them.

He kissed down Castiel’s chest, pausing to tease each nipple between his teeth– which had the body under him bucking up in pleasure. “Dean,” Castiel gasped, his hand coming to land in Dean’s hair. 

He freed one hand from Castiel’s wings and reached between them to take them both in hand. He gazed into electric blue, felt the feathers in his other hand standing on end as they chased the edge of a precipice together. “Fucking beautiful, Cas,” he panted.

Castiel smashed their lips together again and Dean let the angel’s tongue explore his mouth as their hips moved in tandem, precum sliding between Dean’s fingers, one of Castiel’s wings coming to drape over his back and hold him closer. The build was slow and perfect, Dean dug his fingers into feathers, which caused Castiel to bite Dean’s lip and hold it between his teeth as Dean’s hand worked faster and faster between them. He couldn’t look away from the angel for a second, he didn’t want to miss this; Castiel unraveling. 

Dean was close and by the noises Castiel was making he was too. It didn’t take more than three more twists of Dean’s wrist to have them both spilling over his hand. Dean gasped into Castiel’s mouth as feathers glided over his back, trembling in the aftershocks, and Dean collapsed on top of the angel, breathing hard. They stayed like that for a long time just… being. 

Until Dean broke the silence some time later. 

“Hey, Cas?”

Castiel’s hand stilled where it had been running gently up and down his side. “Mm?” 

“I love you, you know that right?”

Castiel shifted to look at him, the fondest smile on his face. “I know.”

Dean settled back against the angel’s soft feathers, sighing contentedly. “Okay. Good.”

A kiss was planted gently on top of his head and then Castiel whispered, “Thank you for loving me. It is the greatest gift I have ever received.”

Dean smiled as he leaned forward to press a kiss to the angel’s lips. “Yeah? And do remember what to do with gifts?”

Castiel nodded sincerely, tightening his hold on Dean as he said, “Keep them. And I assure you, Dean Winchester, I have no intention of giving you up.”

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i don't trust anyone who voted aziraphale and crowley when season 3 (the movie) isn't even out yet

happy pride month everyone 😘😍🤩🎉

To celebrate 🎉 I wanted to ask which “gay” couple had the worst ending in their TV show

Let me know why I’m the comments so we can have an in lighting discussion (not a debate) about queerbaiting in the TV world