I bet Sam’s voicemail is something very fucking normal like: “This is Sam Winchester’s voicemail. Leave a message after the beep.” or “This is Sam Winchester’s voicemail. Leave a message after the—GODDAMMITLUCIFERSTOPIT.”
I WAS LAUGHING AT THIS FOR TEN YEARS
HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE DEATH
"you guys really are out of the loop, naomi is dead"
#i want a ten page essay explaining JUST HOW THIS IS FUCKING POSSIBLE#I WANT TO KNOW HOW METATRON GOT OUT OF THAT GODDAMN CHAIR#AND I WANT TO KNOW #HOW THAT FUCKING DRILL#THAT SHES BEEN STICKING IN CASTIELS HEAD ALL SEASON#WAS ABLE TO KILL HER#AND I WANT TO KNOW WHY WE DIDNT SEE HER WINGS IF SHE WAS TRULY DEAD#AND I WANT TO KNOW ON WHAT FUCKING PLANET DO THEY THINK IT IS GOOD WRITING#TO UNCERIMONIOUSLY KILL OFF#ONE OF THE MOST INTERESTING ANTAGONISTS THIS SHOW HAS SEEN IN YEARS
OH MY FUCKING GOD IT’S BACK.
I will ALWAYS reblog this. No matter what.
Just bringing this back
Half an hour crappy doodle because I needed a break from fantasynatural drawings and because I needed to vent somewhere how excited I am that Abaddon will be back >w< I so damn happy. Seriously she made me squee loudest out of all awesome things that were shown.
Not just any Tuesday. The Tuesday.
TODAY is THE Tuesday.
getting tickled is seriously the worse kind of torture
this is fucking adorable.
Omg, tickling Cas and his wings flailing about. I can only see poor Sam getting thrown into the wall so many times…
oki what the FUCK are you guys doing
what are all those notes
are u sick
Dude. I can picture them finding out Cas is ticklish. Sam would hold his arms while Dean went to town on him until the angel CRIED from laughing so hard and so much. What’s family for if not to exploit your weaknesses for their amusement. And yours.
Sam wakes up when something heavy hits his back.
He twists away from the wall in the tiny hotel room, hand going for the knife under the mattress, turns to face the threat, and gets a mouthful of feathers.
“Dean!” he gasps out, because after gently - as much as possible, at least, with how much they were flapping around and twitching - separating two long feathers to get a good look at the room, he can see Dean has pinned Cas down on the bed and is in the process of tickling the poor angel to death.
He has to admit, he’d never heard Cas laugh, not this long or this joyously. And Cas’s face is relaxed, open, mouth wide and head thrown back, hands flailing, as Dean sneaks his fingers into armpits and the soft belly, along the ribs and even in the dips of Cas’s collarbones.
Still. Someone has to act the grownup here.
“Dean, oh my god, how old are you?” he demands, trying to get off the bed - Cas’s wing is heavy and forceful and slapping at Sam’s chest - and get to Dean. “Let go of him!”
Dean pauses, and then lowers his head down to Cas’s ear. They both turn to look at Sam and Sam gets that sinking feeling all younger siblings do when their elder sibling stares at them like that.
“No, Dean, don’t even - “
Dean half-pounces, half-flops across to Sam’s bed as Cas pulls his wings back and gives Dean the opportunity to slam Sam down onto the bed. Sam yelps, because he hates being tickled, it is pure torture, and then suddenly Cas is leaning over Sam’s head.
“Cas - ” he begins, but that smile hasn’t left Cas’s face and suddenly Cas is tickling him too, and it’s four in the morning and they’re shrieking like toddlers and it is the best fun Sam can remember ever having in a long, long time.
I LOVE HOW THIS ISN’T SHIPPY IT’S JUST PURE AND ADORABLE FRIENDSHIPPYNESS MY HEART CAN’T
OMGOSH THE FEELS THIS IS TOO AMAZINGLY ADORABLE I WISH I HAD FRIENDSHIPS LIKE THAT THIS IS TOO CUTE WHAT IS AIR
Puppy Dog Eyes - Sam’s most effective weapon against Dean and The World
Can we talk about how awesome of a move that is. The demon tries to get out of there, knowing that this angel will fuck him up, and Cas is just like, ‘uh-uh you little shit get back in that body so I can smite your demon ass.’