Sam could have left Dean in the Impala, arguably Dean’s favorite place, but he chose to carefully lay him on Dean’s own bed, in his own room, in the place they both acknowledged as home. There was no place better to lay Dean to rest, until Sam was able to bring him back, than in the place that Dean had carefully arranged and called his own - the first room he had been able to call his own since he was four years old.
…you could say he… laid his weary head to rest…
Shut. The. HELL. Up
OH GOD. THAT SUGGESTIVE LOOK FROM CAS. THAT BASHFUL SMILE FROM DEAN.
heres the plan: have sex
it’s legal in purgatory
Yeah, the only thing is, THE PURGATORY IN MIAMI IS A FREAKING GAY BAR!
ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS HOLY SHIT
I’ve got a little something in my eye
#PLEASE;GIVE ME DORKY DEAN TRYING TO MAKE IT LESS BAD FOR SAMMY #GIVE ME DEAN JOKING #GIVE ME DEAN MAKING DUMB JOKES ABOUT ”OOOH ITS REALLY SUNNY OUTSIDE BETTER PUT ON MY SHADES” //flish #”SAMMY I BETCHA YOU CAN SEE YOURSELF IN MY EYES” #”CAS LOOK I CAN DO ONE AT A TIME NOW” //blink blink blink #”EY SAM I THINK I CAN DO MORSE CODE NOW” #”SAMMY LOOK” (via heysammy)
THIS HURTS THOUGH
DEAN DOESN’T NEED A ROLL CALL TO GET CAS TO SAY HIS NAME
every time i see this on my dash, i always loose it at “DEEEEAAAAANNN”
I laugh for 5 minutes then reblog it