Okay But Can We Talk About Bobby Singer For A Minute?

Okay but can we talk about Bobby Singer for a minute?

It was made very clear in the beginning of his character development that he had once had a wonderful wife of which he loved dearly despite the fact that he killed her. Later it was kind of implied (maybe confirmed?) that he and Ellen had formed a relationship. When Dean meets up with Bobby again in the new and improved heaven, they are at the Roadhouse. Is this implying that Bobby’s heaven is with Ellen? Is this just a good meeting point for greeting Dean in the afterlife? Does he live nearby with his wife and just visit the old dive while killing time in the afterlife?

I guess what I’m really asking is what happened to his original wife? Because his whole backstory as a hunter revolves around her and I feel like that got forgotten and ignored like so many other things did during this finale

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Anyone know why the Polar Express is animated in the same way that video games are animated? Like what is that? Why is it so distinct?

At first, the new hunters who joined up for Sam’s little training network thing snickered at it. It wasn’t the sort of thing that you expected Dean Winchester, the Dean Winchester, to do.

But, living in the bunker meant you learned a lot about what the legends left out. Like the hotdog pajama pants, and the over-dramatic complaints over a lost board game, and the falling asleep sitting up once ten o’clock hits. There was a lot to Dean Winchester that was so much softer than the stories had allowed. Especially when it came to the angel, but really with any of his family.

So soon enough, the forehead kisses weren’t really out of place.

Late one afternoon, and there was a gaggle of newbies, Jack included, in the library, rapt on Sam lecturing about databases and metadata. Eileen and Cas were at another table, just to the side, translating some Enochian texts (Although, if one were well-versed in ASL, one could tell that their conversation was trending more toward gossiping).

Dean strode in and, without a care that he was interrupting, clapped a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Grocery run. Anything specific you want?”

Sam only managed to appear disgruntled for a moment, before a smile took his face. “Nah, I put it all on the list.”

Dean nodded, patted his chest pocket to indicate that he had the list, and then stooped a little to drop a brush of a kiss to Sam’s forehead. He moved around the table, and then did the same to Jack. “Be good, kid,” he said and Jack beamed up at him, almost literally glowing at the affection.

Sam continued his lecture but more than a few eyes tracked as Dean moved to the far table. He repeated his question in ASL for Eileen, who answered back that if he wanted to get the fixings for pancakes, she would absolute eat pancakes the next morning. Dean made a big show of rolling his eyes, but then brought up his fist and bobbed it up and down. And then, tipping at the waist, he pressed kiss to Eileen’s forehead.

“Wanna come along, angel?” Dean asked, turning to Cas.

The angel in question had been smiling dreamily as Dean made his rounds. Now, though, he shook his head. “No, thank you. Eileen and I are…doing important work.” 

If Dean caught the smile that Eileen hid behind one hand, he didn’t mention it. Instead he just shrugged, and sang out, “Suit yourself.” Cupping one hand around Cas’s jaw and threading the other through his messy hair, Dean brought his lips to Cas’s forehead. This kiss, though, lingered. Both parties let their eyes flutter shut, and one of Cas’s hands rose to lay over Dean’s.

If one were looking closely, at that moment, one would be able to see the patchy blush that rose across Dean’s cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and that touched the tips of Cas’s ears.

“Back soon,” Dean murmured, before finally letting his hands slip away from Cas’s face.

It was only a spectacle those first few times, though. Soon enough, all the new recruits learned that this was a regular thing. More than regular – anytime Dean left the bunker, whether he would be gone for minutes or days, he laid a soft, certain kiss to the foreheads of his family (Claire included, when she was around).

It was a soft footnote to the myth of Dean Winchester, belonging more to the man, than the legend.

hey i’ve been seeing this implied a lot in trans support posts so i wanna make it clear: binding and tucking are not equivalent

i know that to an outsider eye they may seem similar—they’re both trans things where you wear a special garment that squishes you into a shape you want to be.

but binding consists of compressing the breast tissue against the chest to flatten ones silhouette. it is not without its risks, ofc, but when done properly is not innately permanently damaging. tucking, by comparison, usually consists of pushing the testicles up into the body via inguinal canals and then holding them in place. it can be incredibly painful, and even if done correctly can cause an inguinal hernia (an injury in which the intestines actually protrude down into the scrotum, which, left untreated, can be fatal) and other injuries.

conflating the two hurts transmascs and transfems alike, especially younger trans people. it hurts transfems by normalising tucking and minimising it’s dangers. i’ve seen “tucking resources” and how-tos on lists of tips for transfem children. arguably nobody should be encouraged to tuck, but to encourage children to do something so painful and potentially life threatening so that they “pass” better is just unacceptable. and it hurts transmascs by making binding sound scarier! binding is not particularly dangerous or painful if done right, and the idea that it carries similar risks to tucking is an old terf myth to scare transmascs out of transtitioning

the fact that transfems are EVER expected to go through such pain and even risk our lives just to hide the natural shape of our bodies is despicable, but if you absolutely must encourage tucking in your resource posts please PLEASE make it clear that it carries serious risks and trade-offs that binding simply does not