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    Supernatural is kinda like a gateway drug. To awesome.

    I mean, come on. You have demons. Lots and lots of demons. There’s hot demons, conniving demons, ugly demons, ‘friendly’ demons, sexy demons, trixy demon. You have The Plot To Take Over the World, starring one High Demon and His Majesty Lucifer, through infection of babies with demon blood (or fallen angel, if you want to look at it that way).

    You have Daddy issues, through two sets of brothers. Daddy issues that involve delicious things like angst and manpain and more angsting while Putting On a Brave Face which inevitably leads to-

    All the Self Sacrificing, All the Time. Which is seriously almost a cliche with these boys. Honestly, they’re not happy unless somebody is giving their life up for family. (Really, these guys die more than the heroine in a series of Buffy.)

    There’s all the betrayal. Again, a serial occurrence. Like, every single one.

    Then, we add angels to the mix. Angels? Seriously? Like this needs to get any more awesome. But it does and our first interaction with an angel who’s not pretending involves lines like ‘I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition’. If our fannish hearts weren’t satisfied by the liberal application of Rule 34 re: Winchester familial relationships, that line right there would fix it all better.

    Oh, and we must not forget the time travel. Very awesome time travel, by which we get a Meet the Parents. (I’m just saying, it’s too bad that Dean/Sam didn’t drag his angel along asking ‘look what followed me home! Can I keep him?’)

    We get to the end of series 5, where we’re all sure that everything is going to be the shits, and hey- we’re right, they pull a Hamlet and everyone dies. For about five seconds. We get assbutt jokes, and exploding!Cas proves to be a far more fun game than that one with the exploding cards in the universe with the 14 Year Old Girl Evil Overlord set on Avada Kedavraing the guy who broke his heart.

    And then everyone comes back (new and improved, even) and nothing hurts.

    Until they give us a soulless guy wandering around wearing our lovers a familiar face and torturing the shit out of things. But it’s okay, because Dean gets turned into something else ( :D) and the scary-mofo face sets many a loins aflame.

    Mustn’t forget the gratuitous pop/rock culture references and the music that we all headbang (don’t deny it, I see you every Thursday/Friday with your hair going everywhere, right next to me) to like its the end of days.

    Which is is. Again.

    Did we mention the Apocalypse, and ‘last night on Earth’ is a valid means of gaining sex in our fandom? Luckily, we have an expert prepared to help you through the fact that you’re aiming to misbehave in life threatening ways by making sure you Don’t Die a Virgin. Even if he has to make sure himself.

    We have soulmates.

    We have profound-bondmates.

    We have sexy, sexy accents for the other 363 ‘mates’ in the year, and although about half are sarcastic, we get a snarky King of Hell to deliver them, and he’s fucking our resident demonologist awesome, so who gives two shits?

    Trucker caps, leather jackets, jeans, work boots and flannel never go out of style here and fit in very well, in fact, with suits and ties and trenchcoats. Dressing up as a priest is a special event and is by invite only, but don’t worry. We have extra cards.

    We have magic swords, we have dragons, we have vampires, parallel worlds, doppelgangers, locked-room mysteries, tricksters, Japanese references, witches, werewolves, ghosts, local legends, spells, aliens, hot cars, gay references, bondage and much more.

    Sometimes, I think that I might die if I had to watch SPN all day, every day. Those times number three, and coincide with finals weeks. (I think I’m forgiven.)

    WE ARE SUPERNATURAL.
    — 2 years ago
    #supernatural  #Sam Winchester  #sexy bamf  #supernatural wins at everything  #SEE THEY'RE TOTALLY FUCKING  #bromance  #bamf  #bobby singer  #brother's winchester  #balthazar you sexy fuck  #but your sanity's safe  #castiel  #Castiel invented the word BAMF. kittens. and unicorns. in that order  #dean winchester  #dean/castiel  #dear god yes  #Dean Winchester is a BAMF  #dont piss off the nerd angels  #dean and castiel's epic profound gay bond  #fuck yeah  #family business  #gabriel  #Gabriel is epic win  #jfc  #john winchester  #kill me now  #lucifer  #michael  #man pain  #OMG 
    "And that," Dean says smugly, turning back to Cas, "is how you do a perfect banking shot."
Castiel looks up from where he’d been playing with the pool stick and Dean trails off. Because Cas’ fingers are rubbing over and over the tip, smearing chalk over his fingers, the blue bright over his pads.
"….think it’s enough to get the- Dean?"
But Dean doesn’t want to think, definitely doesn’t want to talk and Cas’ mouth is sweet as sin under his own.
"Dean- ah-," Cas cuts himself off with a moan so filthy it has Dean rubbing up against him. Cas chuckles, works a hand between them, "I suppose that means the lesson’s over?"
Dean groans helplessly, thrusting up into Cas’ palm, “Fuck… ah, fuck you.”
Cas tosses his pool stick away and part of Dean is ready to rip into him for that- you don’t just toss fuckin expensive pool sticks- but he’s being turned about, stripped of his shirts and shoved back to the bar stool Cas’d been using for his beer. Fuck, he’s gotten good at this, Cas’ hands wandering and stroking and squeezing in all the right places, undoing his jeans in record time and never losing the speed and control he has over Dean’s mouth. The domineering presence of Cas is everywhere, demanding, taking, never asking, always knowing and Dean gets lost in the sensation.
Dean doesn’t have any clue when he lost his belt, or when his pants came undone. Has no clue when Cas lost his own shirts or when the delicious slacks that never hid anything pooled around his knees, or that those knees had hit the floor. Dean’s got no idea.
But Cas is on his knees one hand braced against Dean’s thigh, the other dipping down between his own legs and- holy fuck- Dean’s head falls back before Cas’ mouth touches his dick because, because-
Because…
Cas hums around him and whatever thought Dean had been trying to hold onto goes right back out the window. He has half a second to cuss at Cas for pulling off, pulling away but then he’s slammed on his back against the pool table with a crazy, blue eyed angel straddling his hips, gripping his dick and sliding down like he was born to do it.
Cas never plays fair.
He’s riding Dean like a pro, fast and then slow, eyes locked on Dean ‘s face whenever he has enough brain cells to open his eyes to notice. He’s clenching and writhing, hands dancing across Dean’s chest and Dean has one of those moments.
Those moments where time seems to freeze around you in a shining drop of perfect clarity. Those moments where it feels like you can see everything, every choice you’ve ever made, every moment that’s yet to come and it all coalesces into a perfect, ordered glimpse of Eternity.
Dean has one of those moments, under an angel.
But, considering said moment is all about said angel, he doesn’t think it’s blasphemous (not that he’d really care, right?). Instead it feels like he was always supposed to be here. Like the whole long fucking ordeal with Azazel and his deal, Sammy’s death, his sacrifice, the Pit, the Cage, Heaven and Hell, all of it was to get him here, right now. 
It doesn’t feel like an end, or even a beginning. It feels… It feels like acceptance. Like his guard loosens and relaxes. He accepts that there will be things he can’t change, things he won’t want to change and things he will desperately need to. The decision is so far into who he is that there’s no fighting because it was already, always, there.
Then the moment is gone, broken, but Dean still remembers, at least a little, and he leans up a hand wrapped around Cas’ wrist, the other clasping over his knee. He rocks up, nuzzles under Cas’ jaw and whispers, “I love you.”
This was the moment he was meant to be in.

    "And that," Dean says smugly, turning back to Cas, "is how you do a perfect banking shot."

    Castiel looks up from where he’d been playing with the pool stick and Dean trails off. Because Cas’ fingers are rubbing over and over the tip, smearing chalk over his fingers, the blue bright over his pads.

    "….think it’s enough to get the- Dean?"

    But Dean doesn’t want to think, definitely doesn’t want to talk and Cas’ mouth is sweet as sin under his own.

    "Dean- ah-," Cas cuts himself off with a moan so filthy it has Dean rubbing up against him. Cas chuckles, works a hand between them, "I suppose that means the lesson’s over?"

    Dean groans helplessly, thrusting up into Cas’ palm, “Fuck… ah, fuck you.”

    Cas tosses his pool stick away and part of Dean is ready to rip into him for that- you don’t just toss fuckin expensive pool sticks- but he’s being turned about, stripped of his shirts and shoved back to the bar stool Cas’d been using for his beer. Fuck, he’s gotten good at this, Cas’ hands wandering and stroking and squeezing in all the right places, undoing his jeans in record time and never losing the speed and control he has over Dean’s mouth. The domineering presence of Cas is everywhere, demanding, taking, never asking, always knowing and Dean gets lost in the sensation.

    Dean doesn’t have any clue when he lost his belt, or when his pants came undone. Has no clue when Cas lost his own shirts or when the delicious slacks that never hid anything pooled around his knees, or that those knees had hit the floor. Dean’s got no idea.

    But Cas is on his knees one hand braced against Dean’s thigh, the other dipping down between his own legs and- holy fuck- Dean’s head falls back before Cas’ mouth touches his dick because, because-

    Because…

    Cas hums around him and whatever thought Dean had been trying to hold onto goes right back out the window. He has half a second to cuss at Cas for pulling off, pulling away but then he’s slammed on his back against the pool table with a crazy, blue eyed angel straddling his hips, gripping his dick and sliding down like he was born to do it.

    Cas never plays fair.

    He’s riding Dean like a pro, fast and then slow, eyes locked on Dean ‘s face whenever he has enough brain cells to open his eyes to notice. He’s clenching and writhing, hands dancing across Dean’s chest and Dean has one of those moments.

    Those moments where time seems to freeze around you in a shining drop of perfect clarity. Those moments where it feels like you can see everything, every choice you’ve ever made, every moment that’s yet to come and it all coalesces into a perfect, ordered glimpse of Eternity.

    Dean has one of those moments, under an angel.

    But, considering said moment is all about said angel, he doesn’t think it’s blasphemous (not that he’d really care, right?). Instead it feels like he was always supposed to be here. Like the whole long fucking ordeal with Azazel and his deal, Sammy’s death, his sacrifice, the Pit, the Cage, Heaven and Hell, all of it was to get him here, right now.

    It doesn’t feel like an end, or even a beginning. It feels… It feels like acceptance. Like his guard loosens and relaxes. He accepts that there will be things he can’t change, things he won’t want to change and things he will desperately need to. The decision is so far into who he is that there’s no fighting because it was already, always, there.

    Then the moment is gone, broken, but Dean still remembers, at least a little, and he leans up a hand wrapped around Cas’ wrist, the other clasping over his knee. He rocks up, nuzzles under Cas’ jaw and whispers, “I love you.”

    This was the moment he was meant to be in.

    — 3 years ago
    #dean/castiel  #dean winchester  #Dean Winchester is a BAMF  #dean and castiel's epic profound gay bond  #castiel  #Castiel invented the word BAMF. kittens. and unicorns. in that order  #supernatural  #sexy bamf  #supernatural wins at everything 
    I think I just found something new to play with…

    "I said, no! We’re not doing this here!" Sam hisses, hands fumbling with Balthazar’s for control of his belt.

    "Why?" Balthazar murmurs, teeth grazing Sam’s throat, "D’you have a problem with showgirls?"

    "I’m not fucking you at a burlesque show, Balthazar," Sam growls and moves to shove the angel away. Should have figured it wouldn’t work- for all he was more humanistic than Cas, he could still be an immoveable ass when he wanted to be.

    "And who," Balthazar rumbles, chest to Sam’s, "said you’d be doing the fucking?"

    — 3 years ago
    #supernatural  #Sam Winchester  #Sam you adorable dork  #supernatural wins at everything  #balthazar you sexy fuck  #sam/balthazar  #CAUSE I FUCKIN CAN 
    Heathyr~: Supernatural is up in ur fandoms, taking ur actors... →

    castielgetsacookie:

    heathyr:

    GLEE

    TRUE BLOOD

    LOST

    GREY’S ANATOMY

    WEEDS

    HARPER’S ISLAND/PSYCH

    GOSSIP GIRL/MELROSE PLACE/HARPER’S ISLAND

    DARK ANGEL/SMALLVILLE/DAWSON’S CREEK/DAYS OF OUR LIVES

    GILMORE GIRLS

    — 3 years ago with 2815 notes
    #supernatural  #supernatural wins at everything 
    heathyr:

blameitonthepurplenurples:



It kind of scares me how sure I am that I’d actually do this if I had any kind of evidence that the supernatural exists.
Not. even. kidding.



YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

    heathyr:

    blameitonthepurplenurples:

    It kind of scares me how sure I am that I’d actually do this if I had any kind of evidence that the supernatural exists.

    Not. even. kidding.

    YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
    — 3 years ago with 3703 notes
    #supernatural  #supernatural wins at everything  #road trips  #dont piss off the nerd angels  #my life 
    Mark is just one of those people who looks SEXY AS FUCK with scruff. I’m sorry, it’s true.

And I’m still finding it disbelieving material that Jim can pull it off with the hats. Idek how he does that.

    Mark is just one of those people who looks SEXY AS FUCK with scruff. I’m sorry, it’s true.

    And I’m still finding it disbelieving material that Jim can pull it off with the hats. Idek how he does that.

    (Source: romanovasledger, via brodinsons)

    — 3 years ago with 111 notes
    #mark pellagrio  #jim beaver  #supernatural wins at everything