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mishabethyname:

i still can’t get over Dean hiking and hitching rides for 4 days post purgatory just to put Benny back in his body like he could have spilled that vampire on the dirt the moment his feet hit topside but he went out first priority to that little family grave site and measured his steps and dug up his friend and told him to keep his nose clean and hugged him

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the-art-student-in-221c:

mulletxrock:

myname-is-khan:

cassy-the-fallen-angel:

snackrifical:

a-little-deeper:

psilent-as-in-cjelli:

geargie:

camuizuuki:

inyourpassengerseat:

And she’ll sit there. She’ll rust, fall apart. In a junk yard in a small town. Kids will pass by, run their hands along the rumpled metal that lost its shine after one too many rains. The grass beneath her is pale and dead. No one will look at her and give her a second thought. It’ll be that car that’s always been there. But really, there was a time, so far back that no one can remember now, when two boys rode around in that car. They drove for so long, all their lives, wheels hot, and the windows rolled down. Old songs that no one knows the words to anymore. So many memories cling to the falling paint, and the worn leather. About the two boys who loved her. Who were good. The ones that saved the world a few times. Who fought the monsters people refused to see. But, of course, they were also the boys who died.



And sometimes the weird guy in the trench coat will visit her. That’s when the parents call their children back inside as the man sits on the hood, legs folded up beneath him; just sits unmoving for hours. There’s a rumor that before he leaves, he caresses her side gently and whispers “thank you for taking care of them”.

NO THAT’S NOT OKAY YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO IMPLY THAT DEAN AND SAM DIED AND CAS IS ALONE NO



I DON’T EVEN WATCH THE SHOW AND THAT WAS PAINFUL AND UNCALLED FOR FUCK

how could u i thought we were family

I WENT THROUGH THE WHOLE POST WHISPERING “NO NO NO NO NO NO”

I’m not ok. I’m not ok. I’m going to be okay. But right now I am not okay.

why is it back i didn’t want it back.

the-art-student-in-221c:

mulletxrock:

myname-is-khan:

cassy-the-fallen-angel:

snackrifical:

a-little-deeper:

psilent-as-in-cjelli:

geargie:

camuizuuki:

inyourpassengerseat:

And she’ll sit there. She’ll rust, fall apart. In a junk yard in a small town. Kids will pass by, run their hands along the rumpled metal that lost its shine after one too many rains. The grass beneath her is pale and dead. No one will look at her and give her a second thought. It’ll be that car that’s always been there. But really, there was a time, so far back that no one can remember now, when two boys rode around in that car. They drove for so long, all their lives, wheels hot, and the windows rolled down. Old songs that no one knows the words to anymore. So many memories cling to the falling paint, and the worn leather. About the two boys who loved her. Who were good. The ones that saved the world a few times. Who fought the monsters people refused to see. But, of course, they were also the boys who died.

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And sometimes the weird guy in the trench coat will visit her. That’s when the parents call their children back inside as the man sits on the hood, legs folded up beneath him; just sits unmoving for hours. There’s a rumor that before he leaves, he caresses her side gently and whispers “thank you for taking care of them”.

NO THAT’S NOT OKAY YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO IMPLY THAT DEAN AND SAM DIED AND CAS IS ALONE NO

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I DON’T EVEN WATCH THE SHOW AND THAT WAS PAINFUL AND UNCALLED FOR FUCK

how could u i thought we were family

I WENT THROUGH THE WHOLE POST WHISPERING “NO NO NO NO NO NO”

I’m not ok. I’m not ok. I’m going to be okay. But right now I am not okay.

why is it back i didn’t want it back.

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supernaturalapocalypse:

hiddle-stoned:

veryhungryowl:

the-doctor-to-my-tardis:

benedicts-upper-lip:

boxofpoptarts:

heyimgrep:

mustardelbow:

drunkpoetssoul:

gilthoniel-o-elbereth:

prettyyvacant:

hi this is my history teachers school picture and i promised i would make him tumblr famous feel free to photoshop his face on to various things thank you

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here, i made it transparent for y’all. :]

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I refuse to apologize for art

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i refuse to be sorry for wasting my life

NO NO NO I CANT BRATHE

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