Gabriel: Dying Sucks Butt! How Do You Idiots Cope With Mortality?

Mikey: How tall are you?

Frank: Height is a social construct.

Gee: So you’re short.

gee: move your fucking arm

Dean gazing longingly at Garth and Bess dancing and having a sweet moment

Meanwhile, in Dean’s head……

Then, past Dean comes along, and he knows it the second they walk out of the forest together. The bounce in Castiel’s step, the little joy in his eyes. Then comes the time they plan to hunt the devil. He laughed at every sarcastic remark, every sentence, every damn word this “other him” said. He saw the real laughter on his ex-angels face. He glared at Castiel, for years he’d been trying to get a smile, this guy walks in two minutes and already has him laughing.(5/?) 

He’d changed himself so much to be worthy of Castiel, the angel who’s wings were blackened and burned for Dean Winchester, who willings stayed on Earth without his wings, all for Dean Winchester. He gives a silent ask for an explanation and gets a simple response: “I like past you”(6/?)

Dean felt small next to Castiel, next to this warrior, this soldier, this man built like a brick shithouse. Castiel was unmovable, unchangable, unbreakable. But Dean had watched him break, when he lost his wings, his brothers, his life. But Dean had changed him, had been changing him since Castiel's wings turned black in hell, since they met, since Castiel saved him. And Dean moved him to anger, to tears, to laughter and sweet kisses. Dean ruined him. (1/?)

But Dean still felt small next to him, felt weak, felt unworthy of the undying love and devotion that poured from Castiel. So he pushed himself. He became stronger, he became a better leader, he became the man his father wanted him to be. But why wasn’t Castiel happy? Castiel, beautiful strong Castiel who now swallowed pills, held orgies without Dean, who bitterly called Dean their “fearless leader,” Castiel, sad, tired, Castiel. (2/?)Dean wanted so desperately for Castiel to smile, a real smile, not one of sexual satisfaction, not one laced with pain, not one that made Dean want to shrivel up and leave. Dean wanted Castiel to smile, just one last time, just once. To smile, to laugh the way he used to, to eye Dean’s thigh holster with lust and not digust. Dean wanted his Castiel. (3/?)(“Good things do happen, Dean.”) The smile on Sammy’s face was mocking, the soul inside long gone, and the coldness left from Castiel’s disappointed look aching inside Dean. (4/?)

Why would you do that Nonnie

Cas: Sam’s choking, I need to call 911 but the 9 button isn’t working!

Gabriel: turn it upside down and use the 6!

Cas: genius!

Sam, stopping choking momentarily: guys what the hell

The ones i ship

-Destiel

-Sabriel

-Johnlock

-Ten/Rose

-Crowley/Aziraphale

I made this you’re welcome

I’m supposed to be doing work but instead I did this

Made these a while ago and just found them again while cleaning through my computer

Nick: That’s it! You’re all grounded.

Nick: Stark, no inventing for you.

Nick: Rogers, no seeing Barnes.

Nick: And Romanoff… Is there anything you love?

Natasha: Revenge.

Nick: No vengeance for you.

Natasha: I was gonna say I’ll get you for this, but I guess that's off the table.