passthecocaine:

Actual deleted scene from The Name of the Doctor

illusionvirus:

purgatorybitches:

I’m still laughing my ass off at my desktop.

internet explorer looks so suspicious

what did he do this time

#remember this though #remember sam’s little face #and his actual genuine ‘this is hilarious’ laugh #not like a huff #or just an upturn of the lips #like a full on LAUGH #and dean’s voice #how it was higher then #not as gravelly #he wouldn’t have had whiskey after that beer #not back then #but now#they have bags under their eyes #they don’t play pranks anymore #if they laugh#they’re surprised by it #because it never happens #dean’s voice is rusty and deep #he’s gotten older #they both have #so much older 

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godisnotonflatbread:

soft satan

sad satan

little ball of rage

sassy satan

sammy satan

why did you kill gabe

bradleycoopr:

“There’s no record of him at all. Not even a photograph. He exists now, only in my memories.”

michaelshiatusbeard:

scarfshipping:

yours-truly-calliope:

This is a useful resource…

i’ll be the most creative murderer the world has ever seen

two types of people

dottewa:

holyfrackles:

deancasotp:

I never realized how hurt Cas looks when Dean says that. Fuck. 

#it’s that little pause before he laughs

and look at that breath he takes and how he sighs can we just

Things like this are what makes me think that 2014!Cass was so very in love with Dean, and Dean didn’t actually notice. And as Cass saw Dean become less and less of the man he loved, he hated that he still loved him just as much, even though his fantasies of ever being with him were becoming more fantastic by the day. That he made concessions- Left Dean spaces in his orgies, made flirty-jokes, referenced the past, picked joking fights, never commented on the sex Dean was having- just because he wanted Dean to notice he still had a place for him, but never quite got human enough to know how to confess a feeling he felt the second he touched him. That he probably used the drugs sometimes just to escape the heartache of Dean going from woman to woman and never noticing that empty space next to Cass wasn’t just an invitation but a metaphor. That he buried himself in groups of people to try and fill the void of one.

Dean probably never even noticed. Not when needed to find and fix his brother, not when he went from “merely” suicidal and depressive to flat-out despising the very humanity of himself, the thing Cass loved the most in Dean- And that almost certainly made Cass’ own humanity worse, because if the shining example of a race that you willingly joined for his sake, to be like him, to be WITH him, didn’t want to be like himself, worse, wanted to be what you WERE and WOULD NEVER BE AGAIN, why even bother trying to learn how to accept that fate? Not when Cass seemed so deep in his escapism methods that a moment or two like this was probably just a side-effect, so why should Dean notice? Not when he probably thought Cass wasn’t sane, and ignored Cass’ very, very obvious PTSD and depression and dependence over Cass just being loopy and weird and maybe a little narcissistic. Not when he wasn’t even sure whether it was just Cass in his head, or if Jimmy was there, too, or if the problem was that Cass wanted and needed more people there, more ANGELS there, and only one voice was staggering, or worse, none at all.

But Cass always noticed. And Cass took these little hurts because he felt he deserved it. Because he felt like it was karma, which is why he became obsessed with it. Because he felt like Dean would never notice, not when Sam wasn’t there, just like he never noticed when Sam was, and because Dean never taught him how to be human enough to do anything but mourn. Not when he never learned that humans need to be told they’re loved because they won’t notice, not when he was probably convinced, and most likely correctly for 2014, that Dean wouldn’t feel the same way, or maybe couldn’t, or maybe he did and didn’t want to bother.

How could he do anything else but die for a man who didn’t even notice him by his side for six years? Who never told him how to embrace what he felt?

Who died most likely never realising that Cass wouldn’t just give everything up and pretend it didn’t hurt- But he actually had? And had to watch Dean scream to high Heaven about wanting back what Cass had lost, had to watch Dean chase woman after woman, had to watch Dean rant again and again about how nothing mattered but Sammy, had to watch Dean give up his morals and his humanity and his decency and his soul. He watched Dean torture, a thing he’d’ve given anything to never have him do but now had nothing left to trade, watched Dean let the Impala get destroyed, watched Dean pour over strategies and maps and never stop or take a break except to sleep with women, and never Cass.

I think sometimes Cass thinks it’d all be worth it if Dean just told him once that he loved him, or even respected him, or even needed him. Just as a person, because that’s all he was. Or as a soldier, because that’s all he ever was. By 2014 Cass has probably resigned himself to never being Dean’s lover, never being the one to even comfort him in any way, and even though he accepts that Dean doesn’t notice he hurts him whenever he ignores the fact that Cass has ALWAYS had feelings and now DEFINITELY does and doesn’t know how to handle them, it doesn’t make it hurt any less than a broken foot and phantom wing-limbs and the heavy pain of a soul and only one maybe two voices in his head.

So he lets himself slip for a few moments, or not so much lets as can’t contain it because he was never taught, and imagines for a second what it’d be like to touch Dean’s shoulder and tell him it’ll be okay, or to kiss Dean’s fingers and tell him he is loved as much as he’s needed, or to ask Dean how to feel, or to wash away the blood with a rag and comfort his best friend and all his less-shiny-by-the-day humanity, or to whisper against his neck that he is loved and cherished and beautiful as he offers him the sex Dean never goes without finding for himself. But only for a moment, because after that, he needs crystal-clear clarity, or as close as he gets in a haze of fresh-human and lonely and grounded and drugged and heartbroken, to fight Dean’s war for a race he can’t grasp but had to join. And then he’s back to snarking and pretending, after a quick acceptance that if he could never have anything he wanted as an Angel, why, as a human, would he ever have that?

But even as he’s dying, or worse, finding Dean’s corpse after a miraculous survival that’s so very ironic because don’t angels cause miracles?, he still has hope. One day he can tell Dean. Or one day Dean’d notice the sad sigh before he smirks wide and fake.Or one day Dean’ll notice the gap next to him and ask. Or one day Dean will need someone to rub his shoulders or wash off the blood on his hands. Or one day Dean’ll just break enough to cry and seek out his oldest friend for comfort.

And even when he’s dying, that’ll be what Cass’ thinking. One day, maybe. Just one day.

(and if you think broken optimism despite defeatist conditions and escapism as a coping mechanism and sarcasm/snark as a default even in dire aren’t all more reasons I’m pretty sure at least one person on the damn staff knew Castiel is the Archangel of Sagittarius because that’s what Thursday means, you should google an astrology guide.)

Sorry if this is depressing but it really is my headcanon that no matter your stance on Destiel, at the very least in 2014, it is a one-sided thing. I’m reasonably sure that 2014!Destiel was never sexual, or even acknowledged, not even while they were drunk. And I’m pretty sure Dean broke too hard once Sam said yes to ever consider a real relationship, or to ever come out as bisexual (because he’d need to stay how Sammy knew him, even as he threw every other thing about himself away), or to allow himself to feel something. If Dean loved Cass back in 2014, I’d be fucking astonished. But if Cass didn’t, I’d be even more surprised.