Dean: If We Don't Keep Living, All That Sacrifice Is Gonna Be For Nothing.

Dean: if we don't keep living, all that sacrifice is gonna be for nothing.

Also Dean: *dies like two days later*

1x01 // 15x20

favorite parts of the supernatural series finale:

dean getting taken out not by the monster of the week, but by the monster of the week’s minion, by accident

the car went to heaven

sam crying uncontrollably while confirming that yes, he was agent bon jovi

to show that sam was aging, they put a bad gray wig on him and literally no other changes

the implication that sam and dean could choose to appear whatever age they wanted in heaven and they chose to look like sad 40 year olds

[NOBODY ANSWERS.] Typical.

I know I've already posted about this but I am begging you to check out The Castiel Project because it is such a wonderful idea and I am so moved by everyone who has donated!

If you're more of a Dean fan, there is also this fundraiser for NAMI, a mental illness related charity, in his name.

It's amazing how the fandom has come together, even when we were given the shittiest ending possible.

Forever Intertwined

A short coda to 15x20 because I couldn’t let it end like that. Spoilers ahead.

Castiel was no longer an angel of the Lord. He did not have the power to grip anyone tight and raise them from perdition. In fact, for all intents and purposes, he was human.

That didn’t mean that there wasn’t anything he could do while he waited for his love.

Jack was more than willing to help; Cas and the Winchesters were his family, and anything that he could do to make them happier or guarantee that they got the peace they deserved was his top priority before he left. He snatched Cas from the empty and deposited him in Heaven, listening to any and all suggestions his father had. Before long, a new Heaven had been built; a shared one, where families and friends could be reunited, and everyone had been given what they had fought and bled for: free will.

Now, all Castiel could do is wait.

Time passed differently here, but the angel enjoyed watching the sun dip below the horizon, leaving behind lazy wisps of gentle oranges and yellows and pinks, its last rays twinkling on the stream below him. The bridge was his favourite place to be; he found the sound of the rushing water and rustling trees relaxing, and he felt he deserved some peace after spending so long fighting.

Today, though, the usually calming sounds of the wilderness were interrupted by a rumbling that was definitely man-made. Cas’ back straightened, but he did not dare to turn around. He would not be filled with false hope, only to be disappointed.

“Hiya, Cas,” a familiar voice said softly, and he felt his entire body freeze, unable to tear his eyes from the horizon in case he was wrong.

Apparently, it didn’t matter anyway. The hunter joined him, his arms resting on the rail of the bridge, allowing his head to tilt to one side and rest on the former angel’s shoulder. “I love you too, dumbass,” he whispered after a moment, his breath tickling Cas’ neck.

“Hello, Dean.” Castiel smiled, and they watched the sunset together in silence, save for the sounds of nature and the beating of two hearts, forever intertwined.

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