Dear Cas

It would be so terribly easy to step inside.

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DAILY MOTHERFUCKING REMINDER

mercurykiss:

ofdemonsandtimelords:

THAT YOU ARE

AND THAT ANYONE WHO TELLS YOU OTHERWISE IS A PIECE OF SHIT. KEEP BEING AWESOME, DON’T LET THE DOUCHE BAGS GET YOU DOWN, AND REMEMBER THAT I MOTHERFUCKING LOVE YOU.

I’m reblogging this because it’s an awesome message, BUT ALSO BECAUSE I HOVERED OVER IT

(Source: greglastrade, via youarenotpossessedcastiel)

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so twist and shout has affected me so much i’ve written my own ending

hamaruka:

It all started out plain and simple - with two words that would soon be repeated in his mind as he thought of how to continue. “Dear Cas,” he wrote on the paper, his hand shaking as he reached up and rubbed his eye. He looked up to the ceiling, the way you would if you were telling someone something upsetting and you didn’t want to cry in front of them, hoping that some invisible force would take the tears away. But it wasn’t ever that way, was it? You’d always end up crying and for some reason feel disappointed in yourself for not being able to be strong for a certain someone. He licked his lips and pursed them, trying to distract himself from the fact that there were already tear stains on the paper. He looked down at the words and reread them over and over again, trying to think of what to write. There was so much he wanted to say but he never knew how to put the words together. He closed his eyes and brought his hands up to his face, thinking of all the memories, like tracing your steps when you lose something. He remembered seeing him at the Delta party, taking him to the diner, watching him sip from his milkshake. Oh, how innocent they were. If only he’d known that the world is a cruel place. And then he remembered sitting by his bedside, singing to him the song - their song. The song that he heard from his room at night, muffled through his door. It made him smile all the time.
And then that’s when he heard it. A sound, like a bird’s wings fluttering. It was loud. He didn’t want to turn around. Maybe he was just hallucinating. Maybe he just had to go to sleep. He hesitantly opened his eyes and stood up. There is nothing behind him. There is definitely no one behind him.

"Hello, Dean"

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So I’m watching Criminal Minds…

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And I see

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Wait, is that…?

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It fucking is!

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She did it. Calling it now.

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Oh, you’re playing a victim?

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I don’t believe you.

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Don’t trust that bitch.

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I

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FUCKING

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KNEW IT!!

UPDATE

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NOOO!! GARTH!!! BABY, WHY?!?!

Update 2

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Yo what’s up Satan? How’s police work going for you?

Update 3

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Samuel Campbell’s face after shooting the bitch that cut him off.

Guy’s got some serious anger problems.

(via assbuttsprevail)