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hiddley:

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aliensxexist:

YOUR LAUGHSSSSSSSSSSS!

ablazing-eyes:

I hear the singing light | Castiel

dirtyovercoats:

you know i was thinking about Cas today and i was thinking about how his seasons on the show can kind of be considered like real seasons.

because if you consider season 4 kind of like his spring, his entrance to the show and his first bloom, then you can also consider season 5 kind of like his summer, where he blossomed in full colour and really hit his stride. season 6 was sort of like his fall, in more ways than one, where frost begins and the days get shorter and we get ready for the cold winter of season 7.

but when the ice finally began to thaw by the end of it, I think it was its way of telling us we’re in for another beautiful spring :’)

annqui:

Dean & Castiel

astaraels:

dotthings:

fog (by Martin Lopatka)

The days are so much longer in Purgatory. It takes what feels like hours to Dean for the sun to rise, and everywhere they look is covered in a deep fog. There’s still no end in sight to the forest they’d landed in originally, and he begins to think that the entirety of it is just that—one big fucking forest.

“Did we end up in Fangorn or something?” he asks Castiel. The silence they would lapse into now and again had gotten to be too much, and he needed to break it somehow. “I swear, I’m half-expecting to run into the Ents any minute now.” Shit, he thinks. This was a place where all the freaky things ended up eventually. Who could say that Ents—or something like them—weren’t here?

“You should be unsurprised by now that I don’t—”

“—understand that reference, I know,” Dean mutters, a little disheartened even though he hadn’t expected much else. “When we get back, you and me, we’re gonna have a Lord of the Rings marathon.”

Castiel turns back to him, his lips quirking in what Dean knows passes for a smile with his friend. He’s gotten back into practice of reading Cas-isms a lot more quickly than he’d expected. “I would like that.”

Dean grins back. “Yeah, I think you will.”

dream7790:

Misha Collins: We went out one night in the fall, last year in Vancouver. Boy, it was a rough night. We went to the fanciest restaurant in Vancouver, which was having a wine tasting/dinner. And it was like all the social elite of Vancouver were there, very high-brow. And because we were TV stars, we got to sit with [the winemaker], at her table. And we got to drinking. … And we were getting a little loud, and the maître d’ kept on coming over and going, “There are other tables here.” Which I think we were unaware of. And eventually we got smashed. And Janet was starting to talk about her wine, and she said it was a delicate science and sometimes we have to. Delicate science, sometimes the acidity is too high, or too low, so sometimes you have to make it more acidic. And Jared said, “How do you do that. What kind of batteries do you put in there.” And uh, Janet’s like, “No, we don’t put any batteries.” And he said, “No, like car batteries or double A?” It went on… FOREVER. And Janet was just a little too drunk to know that he was fucking with her. And then it started being like, “No, in our wine there are no batteries! Perhaps some other wineries do use car batteries!” And then the maître d’ came over and said, “If you go to the bar, and leave this little banquet room, we can get you some drinks there.” We’re like, “No, man, we’re cool.” Then he came over and suggested again, and then finally he came over and started pulling my chair back and said, “We would like you to go to the bar now.” We did, we drank some more, the next day Jared had to shoot. There’s parts of the story I’m not telling you, but it’s for the best. But the point is, yes we do, and we have to be careful. … It was the only time in my life that I’ve ever thrown up and not even thought about going to the bathroom to do it.

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