lost-shoe

bangingpatchouli:

We tend to see the tragedy of What Is And What Should Never Be as Dean and Sam not being close in that dream world as they are in their reality, but what gets me is the reason for that. Dean’s wish was that his mother never died, and in that world — the world that was created in his own head — she raised a family, John was a regular dad who played in a baseball league, and Sam got to go to Stanford and get engaged to Jess. But Dean was still a drunk who lied and stole even from his own family. He was a disappointment to his mother and estranged from his brother. He couldn’t even image himself with Cassie or Lisa. He had to make up a girlfriend from a beer ad. So, the real tragedy of What Is And What Should Never Be is that Dean thinks so little of himself that he couldn’t image himself as a better person. He thinks that his dishonesty, drinking, and stealing are inherent and not a result of the way he was raised and the life he’s lead. 

deathbycoldopen

deathbycoldopen:

queernatural:

crossroadscastiel:

cavycas:

Even when they aren’t together, they sleep on their side of the bed. :’)

And you KNOW Cas hogs all the blankets and sprawls out all over Dean in his sleep.

This is actually really beautiful. Please note that the side Cas isn’t sleeping on has a plaid blanket covering it (gee i wonder what that could represent :P), while the space he is on is mostly covered by a light colored sheet, which to me signifies he is occupying an otherwise empty space…

I actually keep laughing at this because the plaid is like…the blanket is weirdly straight and makes this line next to Cas that makes each part of the bed into “sides”, one with Cas and one with plaid. I’m so glad someone pointed this out this is gOLD

And does anyone want to talk about the complimenting colors of these two shots, how the right side of Dean’s bed clearly shows a tan blanket much like a certain overcoat that a certain angel wears, and how the blanket Cas is using is almost the same color, on top of the fact that there is a very clear plaid blanket lying wear Dean ought to be uwu

theniftythings

ursulavernon:

(There was a call to make an LJ post today, so since I was thinking about how Hufflepuff gets absolutely no love the other day, you get my sorry attempts at fic.)

“Help!” cried the very junior wizard, falling down on the doorstep of the medium-sized cottage that would…

crossroadscastiel

crossroadscastiel:

I can’t remember if we’ve ever discussed this, but one thing that really jumped out at me while re-watching Stairway to Heaven just now was how Cas kept glancing over at Dean as Metatron spoke. In the top gif, Metatron has just implied that none of them know the real Castiel, and it’s clear why he looked at Dean then, as he had been worrying the entire episode that Dean didn’t trust him.

The second gif, however, is what really breaks my heart. Metatron has just brought up Cas’ stolen grace, and how it’s burning him out. Up to this point Dean had no idea that Cas was dying, and I think he wanted to keep this information from him from this at all costs. Cas was in the midsts of trying to get to Heaven in order to try and save Dean from the mark, all the while trying to protect him from the knowledge that he was likely not going to be around much longer. I think Cas felt guilt for not telling him for sure, but most of all he felt protective. To quote Karen Singer, when Dean asked her in 5x15 why she didn’t just tell Bobby that she remembered how she died:

My job is to bring him peace…not pain.

And recall how Karen told Dean he couldn’t understand this because he had never been in love. Then recall that moments later Metatron reveals Castiel’s true weakness. But, like Karen, it was not humanity he was protecting, it was always one man…

deathswaywardson
pirrofarfalla:


Celebrating Supernatural - 23 Day Countdown ChallengeDay 23 - Episode 1Theme: Dean Winchester's Journal

I’ve made a lot of stupid decisions in my life. I’ve spent years my entire life doing what I had to, or at least making the choices that I thought were the right ones. It always comes down to who needs saving. If I’m being honest, it just comes down to saving Sam.
I let an angel inside my little brother. I lied, and I’m gonna have to keep lying. “Betrayal” would probably be the more appropriate word for it. But I don’t regret it because I saved his life. He was dying and…it was the right thing to do. It’s not in me to feel bad about what I did because Sam is still walking and talking and that’s what’s important. And I…I fucking hate myself for it. I hate that I can’t regret the choice I made, that I took that choice away from Sam. It was wrong, and I have to live with that. I choose to live with that, because I can’t live with the alternative. I’m okay with hating myself, for failing my little brother again, and I’ll be okay when Sam finds out because he always does. At least he’ll be alive to hate me, too.
Thing is, I sat next to that hospital bed watching Sammy die. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. There was just all this screaming in my head, all this noise, and all that made sense from it was, “Help me.” Just over and over, and I was just…alone. Sam was dying, Cas could have been dead for all I knew, and knowing that made all the noise even louder. It was too much. The room could have been dead silent to anyone else, but inside all those souls were just trying to claw their way out of me. I was alone. And they found me. And I just couldn’t take the screaming and I needed help. And there was Ezekiel. And then it was quiet.
Something changed today. This time, fighting fate and bringing people back from the dead - I think something finally broke. Maybe it was the Universe finally having enough of our crap. Maybe it was my relationship with my brother. Hell, maybe it was just me. But everything is different. And Sam is sitting beside me and Cas is alive, and he’s out there somewhere. And I’m still alone. Everything inside keeps getting a little louder by the minute. 
All I know is that I opened a door, and God knows what I let in. I don’t know where this road is headed and I don’t know where I’m gonna end up. I don’t know if we’re even getting out of this one alive.
All I have now are these pages and this pen to drown out the noise. So that’s what I’m gonna do. I’m not good at it, I’m no poet, but..I have to put it somewhere because there’s no room for any of this in me anymore. Who knows, maybe Sammy will find this thing one day. Maybe he’ll be able to understand.
So I’m gonna tell you my story. I’ll tell you everything.

pirrofarfalla:

Celebrating Supernatural - 
23 Day Countdown Challenge
Day 23 - Episode 1
Theme: Dean Winchester's Journal

I’ve made a lot of stupid decisions in my life. I’ve spent years my entire life doing what I had to, or at least making the choices that I thought were the right ones. It always comes down to who needs saving. If I’m being honest, it just comes down to saving Sam.

I let an angel inside my little brother. I lied, and I’m gonna have to keep lying. “Betrayal” would probably be the more appropriate word for it. But I don’t regret it because I saved his life. He was dying and…it was the right thing to do. It’s not in me to feel bad about what I did because Sam is still walking and talking and that’s what’s important. And I…I fucking hate myself for it. I hate that I can’t regret the choice I made, that I took that choice away from Sam. It was wrong, and I have to live with that. I choose to live with that, because I can’t live with the alternative. I’m okay with hating myself, for failing my little brother again, and I’ll be okay when Sam finds out because he always does. At least he’ll be alive to hate me, too.

Thing is, I sat next to that hospital bed watching Sammy die. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. There was just all this screaming in my head, all this noise, and all that made sense from it was, “Help me.” Just over and over, and I was just…alone. Sam was dying, Cas could have been dead for all I knew, and knowing that made all the noise even louder. It was too much. The room could have been dead silent to anyone else, but inside all those souls were just trying to claw their way out of me. I was alone. And they found me. And I just couldn’t take the screaming and I needed help. And there was Ezekiel. And then it was quiet.

Something changed today. This time, fighting fate and bringing people back from the dead - I think something finally broke. Maybe it was the Universe finally having enough of our crap. Maybe it was my relationship with my brother. Hell, maybe it was just me. But everything is different. And Sam is sitting beside me and Cas is alive, and he’s out there somewhere. And I’m still alone. Everything inside keeps getting a little louder by the minute.

All I know is that I opened a door, and God knows what I let in. I don’t know where this road is headed and I don’t know where I’m gonna end up. I don’t know if we’re even getting out of this one alive.

All I have now are these pages and this pen to drown out the noise. So that’s what I’m gonna do. I’m not good at it, I’m no poet, but..I have to put it somewhere because there’s no room for any of this in me anymore. Who knows, maybe Sammy will find this thing one day. Maybe he’ll be able to understand.

So I’m gonna tell you my story. I’ll tell you everything.