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1 year ago

Every time I find myself in an impossible situation I just think about how Sam and Dean would start the apocalypse every other season and had to literally fight God himself

And they made it out every time

And it immediately makes me feel better about whatever the fuck I'm dealing with


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anyone else ever draw dean but it starts looking more like castiel and ur like wtf how did that even happen??


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1 year ago
@shiveringgroovy He Literally Doesn't Even Watch The Show Skfjghldfh Love You Bro Thanks For Putting

@shiveringgroovy he literally doesn't even watch the show skfjghldfh love you bro thanks for putting up with my insanity


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2 years ago
He's A Multidimensional Wavelength Of Celestial Intent!!!! He's The Size Of The Chrysler Building!!!
He's A Multidimensional Wavelength Of Celestial Intent!!!! He's The Size Of The Chrysler Building!!!
He's A Multidimensional Wavelength Of Celestial Intent!!!! He's The Size Of The Chrysler Building!!!
He's A Multidimensional Wavelength Of Celestial Intent!!!! He's The Size Of The Chrysler Building!!!
He's A Multidimensional Wavelength Of Celestial Intent!!!! He's The Size Of The Chrysler Building!!!
He's A Multidimensional Wavelength Of Celestial Intent!!!! He's The Size Of The Chrysler Building!!!
He's A Multidimensional Wavelength Of Celestial Intent!!!! He's The Size Of The Chrysler Building!!!
He's A Multidimensional Wavelength Of Celestial Intent!!!! He's The Size Of The Chrysler Building!!!
He's A Multidimensional Wavelength Of Celestial Intent!!!! He's The Size Of The Chrysler Building!!!
He's A Multidimensional Wavelength Of Celestial Intent!!!! He's The Size Of The Chrysler Building!!!

he's a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent!!!! he's the size of the chrysler building!!! but he's just a little guy!!!! tiny honeybee!!! dorky nerdy little angel!!! weird little dude!!!


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11 months ago
POV: You're Training For Your First Mission With The Men Of Letters. You Spent The Last 20 Minutes Walking

POV: you're training for your first mission with the men of letters. You spent the last 20 minutes walking the rest of the way from the car to the shooting range. Its an open Kansas field, with targets at varying distances. The wind picks up, brushing your hair off of your shoulders.

"You ready?" your partner and trainer for the day, Arthur Ketch askes you. He drops the large case on the ground and starts setting the gun onto it's tripod.

After he's explained all the parts of the weapon to you, he invites you to kneel down and line the cross hairs up to a target. Another chill late September breeze billows past you. You steady the weapon in your hands and feel Arthur's palm on your back, keeping you grounded. you try to brush past the feelings his touch stirred in you.

"getting a little friendly?" You asked, when the wind dipped down and you could speak over it.

"just a little. you know, we're going to be playing the part of a couple for this mission. Do you think you'll be ready for that?"

"Oh please Arthur," you reply, your low back still burning under his touch "I've faked it with plenty of bigger assholes than you."

"Fine," he relented, removing his hand. you missed it immediately, but you couldn't show it. There would be plenty of times to play at being Ketch's girl, later, when you could blame the mission on it.

but the wait was going to be agony.

If you're into slow burns, love triangles. espionage and sarcasm you're not gonna want to miss my new fic Just my Type (link in bio)


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