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Day 11: Rock & Roll

Medium: Pen

Just went with Cas’ mixtape for this one :)

@winchester-reload

This made it to my dash again, and it got better

I’ve had enough “boy falls in love with girl” redemption arcs. Give me “bad guy to dad guy.” Give me “villain’s favorite bakery has a ‘no villains’ policy and they had really good croissants so they reformed.” Give me “got bored, accidentally did something good, stumbled into being city’s greatest hero” type villains. Give me “villain worked for evil assassin agency, got their marks mixed up, accidentally killed bad guy instead of good guy, lol oops nothing left to do but switch sides” villains. Give me unconventional, fresh, and sometimes cheesy redemption arcs.

My eyes are bleeding why

i always see people losing their minds over ugly love & it ends with us, but does no one remember the atrocity that was benton james kessler in november 9? dw, i'm here to curse bless your timeline 🤗 (for context, she was burned in a fire)

I’d like ao3 to know that I love and appreciate its service to the fan community

But I am hanging out with satan, he's a good listener.

when you’re 23 and have moved out of home but them brown parents still need to keep track of what you’re eating, when you’re sleeping, why you’re not married, whether you’re hanging out with satan

You know what? You're right and you should say it

I know this is far from the main problem, but Gaiman and Palmer having a young and poor woman watch their child for days without paying her a single cent is so fucked up.

Every supernatural episode ever

if cas isn’t in it then I don’t care

You sir/ma'am/entity, are what we expect from now on

One word. Wow

5 times Dean had work to do, and the one time he actually enjoyed it.  pairing: dean/cas a commission for @jensenackhles <3 2k words

One 

Dean first heard the phrase a few weeks after his mom died.

John had checked them into a motel—one of the many that they had cycled through in the past few weeks. Sam was asleep in the crib, and John was on the opposite bed. Dean had woken up to a strange sound; he rolled over and saw John at the foot of the bed, head bowed, shoulders shaking.

Dean had never seen his dad cry before. Even right after the fire, when he was telling the detectives what happened at the police station: completely dry-eyed. So seeing his dad cry was… strange. Dean wanted to make it stop. 

He pushed back the sheets and hopped off the bed. Walking on unsteady, sleepy toddler legs to his dad, he put either hand on John’s knees, looking up at him. John was clutching a worn picture of Mary between his fingers.

“Are you okay, dad?” Dean asked.

John continued to stare at the picture of Mary’s smiling face. After a moment, he sniffed. Wiped his face that was striped with tears with the back of his hand. He ruffled Dean’s hair and said gruffly, “Yeah, kid. I’m fine. Get back to sleep, okay? We got work to do in the morning.”

And the next morning in the car, when Sam was crying in his carseat and kicking up a storm, Dean patted his head and said, “It’s okay, Sammy, shh. Stop crying. We got work to do, okay? So you can’t cry. We got to work.” 

Sam just stared at him with big teary and trusting eyes. Dean didn’t even know what he was really saying at the time; what he was getting them into.

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