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Summary:  You and Sam work with Rowena to give Dean the break he deserves but never would take by himself.

Characters: de-aged!Dean Winchester x twin!reader, Sam Winchester x sister!reader, de-aged Castiel 

Word Count:  2069

Warnings: language, usual SPN stuff, fluff

Note: Needed a break of all those hunts and thought you guys would like it <3

Your name: What is this?


So many cases, so many hunts were chasing each other without giving any of you a break. And even IF there wouldn’t be a case at the moment, you know your twin brother too well and you are sure that he never would take a break. That’s why you and your younger brother Sam made up that plan to work with Rowena. 

“Are you sure it´ll work Sam?” You whisper while preparing dinner. He nods and takes a small flask with a shimmery liquid out of his pocket. 

“Rowena said that he has to drink it. And then he will have the break he deserves, at least that were her words.” Sam eyes the flask and then shrugs, emptying it into Dean’s drink. 

“Hey Dean, hey Cas. Here, we thought you might be hungry and thirsty.” You say while walking into the library, where they sit and discuss your last hunt. Sam follows you put and carries the four pizza boxes. 

“Thank you (Y/N), but you know I don’t eat, right?” Castiel mumbles, but opens the box in front of him. You chuckle as he absently mimics Dean eating his pizza.

“Yeah, I know. What were you talking about boys?” You ask and lean back in your chair, one slice of pizza in you mouth, another one in your left and your drink in your right hand. Sam watches you and Dean, shaking his head about your eating manners. 

After awhile, you excuse yourself to go to bed. In your room, you get changed and snuggle under your blanket.

The next morning, you lay awake in your bed, your eyes closed. You hear your door opening and something that sounds like barefoot scuttling over the floor.

“Pssst, not loud Cassie! We mustn’t wake (Y/N)!” Someone whispers and your bed dips down on both sides of your head. 

“But Dean…we must wake (Y/N)!” Another whispering voice next to your left ear. “You’re hungry and we can’t cook!” 

“Noo! Let’s wake Sammy, (Y/N) is scary when we wake her,” the first voice, apparently Dean, whispers on your right side. A tiny hand lays down on your forehead and you turn your head to the left, eyes still closed. 

“CASSIE! You´ll wake her!” The voice on your right gets louder and someone reaches over your head to take away the tiny hand, but you grab around his - way too thin - wrist. “Noo, let go (Y/N)!” The voice begs and you open your eyes with a sigh. 

“What the hell…” You mumble as you see the two naked boys, children, on your pillow. You sit up and look at them, your eyes growing wide. “Dean?” The blonde boy raises his hand and smiles brightly. “Castiel?” The other one, black hair and blue eyes and black and blue wings sprouting from his back, lift his hand a bit and looks down. 

“Sorry, to wake you (Y/N). We are hungry, can you make breakfast?” the little Cas whispers, looking down at his hand on his belly. 

“Okay… okay okay. What the… How?….” You stutter, grabbing your blanket and wrapping it around both boys. “SAM WINCHESTER!” Dean and Cas flinch as you yell your younger brother´s name. “Hey it’s okay, don’t worry.” 

“What’s wrong (Y/N), are you-” Sam freezes in your door, his gun pointing at your bed, his eyes wide open. “What the hell?” He gasps and puts away his gun.

“Sam, may I introduce to you: Dean and Castiel!” You point at them and they wave at Sam when their names are said.

“Dean and Cas? But-” He sighs and both of you know exactly who did this. “Rowena,” Sam groans and you nod. 

“Okay, Sam you call her and I will try to find something for them to wear and get them something to eat.” You say and he hurries to the library. Looking at your twin and his angel, you chuckle. “Well, boys, how old are you again?” They smile and proudly present you their hands, four fingers raised. “You are four already? Wow, that’s …wow.” 

You get out of bed and reach out your hands for them, which they make and follow you to Dean´s room. 

“Ohh, this must be the room of a bad guy! So much weapons!” Dean says, eyeing everything, his jaw dropped. You look at them, wondering how much of their memories they kept and then you let them sit down on Dean´s bed. 

“Don’t move and don’t touch anything in here. The bad guy will find out and be mad at you Dean.” You say while you get to his dresser, getting out two pair of boxers and two shirts. 

“We don’t have clothes for you yet, so you need to wear this until Sam got something for you, okay?” Smiling you help them get dressed, trying to make everything fitting and then you take their hands to go to the kitchen. 

Dean and Cas are sitting at the table, drinking their cups of milk and eating some toasts when Sam comes in, his brows furrowed. 

“We have a problem, (Y/N),” he says and you raise your eyebrow. “Well, you don´t say! My twin brother and his boyfriend are barely reaching up to your knees and don´t know about hunting and stuff. They’re fucking four years old Sam. Of course we have a problem!” You groan, running your hand through your hair.

“(Y/N) said fucking!” Castiel gasps and clasps his tiny hands over his mouth and Dean looks up from his breakfast, makeing a angry face. 

“You mustn’t say something like that (Y/N)!” His comment lets Sam and you exchange a confused look. Getting scolded by someone who perfectioned the swearing feels kinda strange. 

“Sorry boys, I won’t say that f-word again, I promise!” You apologize and glare at Sam. “Explain our problem please!” 

“Rowena said, that this potion de-aged Dean and let him forget all the negative things about hunting and everything. For him, and Cas, we are just a family who lives here. No memories about bad things. She wasn’t sure WHY Cas de-aged too, but she said something about connected souls. There´s only one downside to this potion,” he mumbles and scratches his head. ”What?” You snap at him and he sighs. “It wears off in around two weeks. Rowena said: ‘You asked for a break for Dean and now you have two weeks.’”

“Well,” you again run your hand through your hair. “We need to get them some clothes and we have to hide all weapons and-” “Hold on (Y/N)! I´ll get them some clothes and you will stay and watch over them, okay?” Sam interrupts you and grabs your shoulders. “Just stay calm. We can handle them.”

You nod and he leaves to get some outfits for both boys while you watch over them. 

“(Y/N), what is this?” Dean´s voice sounds from the library and when you enter, your heart drops to your feet. He’s standing in front of the same sword he cut himself with on the first day we moved in here, pointing at it. 

“This is a sword and you have to be extraspecial careful! It is very sharp and you can hurt yourself with it.” You crouch down to his height and smile while you explain it to him. A loud clash, followed by a whining from the war room lets you jump and rush into the room. 

Little Cas is sitting there, surrounded by different instruments and glass shards, his little wings sprawled on the floor behind him and sniffling. 

“Hey, Cas. I´m here, it´s okay. please don´t cry sweetie!” You say and kneel down next to him, pulling him into a hug. He gets a hiccup and your shirt gets wet on your shoulder. “Shhh, it’s okay. Are you hurt Cas?” 

“Don´t know, but your glass thingy dropped.” He mumbles and leans back to look in your face, looking sad and guilty. 

“Don´t worry about it, it wasn’t important. Now, try to focus little bee. Did you hurt yourself? Are your wings okay?” when you mention his wings, his eyes grow wide and he turns around his head, looking at his wings. You instead look at his arms and legs, if he maybe cut himself at the glass or something, but you can’t see any wounds, just a little bruise on his knee.

“My wings…Why you see them (Y/N)?” He mumbles and looks at you. You shrug and get up to get him away from the glass shards. 

“I see you wings too Cassie!” Dean giggles and rushes towards you, confusing Cas even more. 

When Sam comes home to the bunker, you two get Dean and Cas dressed and look at each other. Somehow you will survive these two weeks. And actually you did pretty good. Bobby helped you to not get involved in any cases, so you could have some family time, as you called it. 

Visits at the zoo, in the park or just sitting outside the bunker, having a picnic. Cas loves to draw pictures for you and Dean, you were extremely surprised, loved to braid flower wreaths for you and Sam to wear. 

The two weeks were gone faster than you wished for, and at the end of the weeks, you had a surprise for both boys. 

“What about going to this fun festival that´s in town this weekend?” Sam asks you three at breakfast and both children get big eyes and look pleading at you. You nod and everyone grins.

“Sure, we just need to get dressed and then we can go to the festival! And after that we can have your favorite food for dinner and watch some movies.” You say and then you remember something. On exact this day some years ago, you asked Castiel when it’s his birthday. He explained to you that angels don’t have birthdays, at least not trackable ones. That was until you decided to declare this day to be his birthday. 

“Would you like this on your birthday Cas? This day will be our present to you, okay?” You say and he beams at you. His big blue eyes are sparkling and Dean and Sam are smiling brightly. 

After breakfast, the two boys jump off their chairs and run to the bedroom you prepared for them to stay in, because Dean was too afraid to sleep in his own room. You even had to lock up his usual room.

Rushing after them, you gave Sam an apologetical glance and he made the dishes. You help them to dress up and after around an hour of trying to get a shirt over Castiel’s wings, until he just hid them, all of you were ready to go. 

During the walk to the place where the festival takes place, Dean walks nicely next to Sam, holding his hand, but Cas tries to follow bees around until you grab the back of his jacket to keep him close. 

The day went by so fast and the four of you are sitting on the huge bed in your room, watching some movies on the big TV you have. Dean snuggled close to you, Cas leaning on Sam’s arm, you smile. You really enjoyed those two weeks and you feel a bit sad that the spell wears off soon, but you are also glad that you will have back your grown up twin.

“(Y/N), can I tell you a secret?” Dean whispers into your ear and glances over at Sam and Cas. You nod your head and lean closer to him. “I kissed Cas, like grown ups do.” 

Your eyes grow wide and you stare at him. “When?” 

“On my birthday. When he slept in my room,” he mumbles and smiles. You pull him closer and kiss the top of his head. 

“I promise not to tell anyone.” you say and the both of you turn your attention back to the TV. 

After a while, both boys fell asleep, snuggled close to each other. Sam and you look at them and chuckle. 

“I’ll sleep in Dean’s room Sammy. Just leave them here. Goodnight!” You whisper to your little brother and after kissing the boys goodnight, you leave to go to bed. 

Cuddled up in Dean´s bed, you think about the last two weeks and with a smile on your face, you fall asleep.

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Author:somemaycallmesunshine
Pairing: Matt Cohen x Reader
Reader Gender:Female
Word Count:2k
Warnings: fluff (is that a warning?), swearing, reader has self-confidence issues, mentions of anxiety/depression

A/N: Hi, everyone! Sorry this took so long. I first want to thank everyone who liked or followed this story and for everyone who still is reading it despite my absence. It means so much to me. I hope you enjoy this next chapter! (Internal thoughts are in italics)

Summary: You had long dreamt of meeting your hero Matt Cohen and thanking him for changing your life. But now with SPNCon rolling around, you finally get your chance, and it’s more than you could have ever imagined.

Tagging:@angel-fireand@matt-o-holic (If you wish to be tagged for this series, let me know!)

Part 1

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Your name: What is this?

You checked yourself in the mirror for the umpteenth time. You didn’t have anything to wear for a day out with your hero so you asked your friend Cecelia, who, just like friends do, let you borrow a cute sundress she brought. But not without the price of grilling you on the details.

“Come on! At least show me a picture of your mystery date!” She pouted.

“It’s not a date, Cece.” You insisted.

She snorted, “Yeah right. What kind of guy asks you on a whim to eat lunch with him alone and tells you how special you are? Not to mention he just met you. Face it, Y/N. He totally asked you out.” She sighed as she flopped onto the hotel bed. “God, why don’t these kinds of things happen to me?”

You hesitated for a moment, fiddling with your hands. “Cece, what if it’s not all it’s cracked up to be?” You asked, your voice low and hands shaking. “What if this is just a game? What if he’s just using me?”

Cecilia frowned, “You know he’s not.” But your unconvinced expression told her otherwise. “Y/N, you’ve gotta be a little more hopeful about this. This is someone new, this mysterious and probably hot and handsome stranger asking you out on a friggin’ date for god sakes! It’s like a dream!”

“And what if that’s all this’ll be? Just some stupid dream that ends up being a complete nightmare?”

“I don’t think that’ll happen.” She replied. “Not everyone is like Barron, you know.”

You sucked in a deep breath, knowing that what she said was true but the doubt still lingered in your mind. You weren’t one for fairy tales and happy endings. They just didn’t happen to you. And you weren’t going to start believing in them now just because some gorgeous guy supposedly asked you out.

You turned away from the mirror to face her, changing the subject. “How do I look?” Truthfully, whatever your friend said, you felt a little strange. You never dressed up for anything really and it was one the first times in your life you ever put that much effort into make up and hair. Your reflection almost made it seem like you were a completely different person.

Cece gave you a wink, “Rawr.” She made a sound similar to a purring cat. “Trust me. He won’t be able to resist.” You grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it into her face.

“Hey! What the hell?”

“You’re crazy.” You snorted.

She smirked and kicked at your heels, “Yeah but you love it. Now get going or you’re gonna be late for Prince Charming!”

Matt fiddled with his collared shirt and tried combing his unruly hair once more before turning back to his friends, Richard and Rob. “There. How do I look?”

“Like a friggin’ archangel.” Richard snickered and pinched Matt’s cheeks. Matt swatted his hand away and Richard’s snickers turned into full on guffaws.

Rob shook his head, “I still say it’s a little weird. You met her yesterday, right?” Matt nodded his head and he continued, “So what – do you like her or something? I mean, it’s not like you to wanna just pick girls up on a whim.”

“Um no. Girls wanna pick him up. I mean, have you seen the ass on this guy? He’s fucking blessed.” Rich snorted.

Matt rolled his eyes and ignored his friend. “It’s hard to explain. It was… It was a feeling, you know?” He paused for a moment, biting his lip to help collect his thoughts but they all traced back to your smiling face. “It was like God was opening this door of opportunity and I had to take it – seriously, you’re a fucking perv, Rich.” He scoffed as he watched his friend collapse in tears.

  “Face it. You walked right into that one though, dude.” Rob smirked.

Sometimes Matt wondered why he was best friends with those psychos but he couldn’t help but love them. He sighed and glanced at his watch and his eyes widened, “Shit! I’m gonna be late!”

As he bolted out the door, he heard Richard holler, “Use protection, Matty!” And he flipped him off.

You couldn’t stop the thrumming in your heart as you waited in the lobby. You tapped your toes on the ground and checked your phone to try to calm yourself down but it still didn’t seem real. Matt had asked you to lunch and half of you thought it was a dream you were more than excited to experience and the other half thought it was too good to be true.

Maybe I was just dreaming it all up. You thought as your heart sank but just as it had, it lifted and raced as you spotted the all too familiar face enter the lobby.

Several heads turned as they saw him and some folks who had gone to the convention gasped and squealed upon seeing him but once he spotted you, yours was the only face he saw. He dashed to you, bypassing the spectators nearby and that was when you realized you hadn’t dreamt it at all. It was a reality and you were about to live it and you didn’t know whether you were bursting from excitement or trembling from that nagging fear that you would mess it up.

“Y/N, hey. Sorry for being late.” Matt remarked, giving you a quick hug. “Rich and Rob kept me but hopefully you didn’t wait too long.”

You shook your head, “No I didn’t.”

Matt’s nervous expression turned to one of relief as he sighed with a grin, “That’s good. I would’ve hated it if I worried you.”

“Truthfully I’m surprised you remembered.” You admitted.

His eyes grew wide before he frowned, “And forget about you and our special day together? Keep dreaming, Y/N.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “Speaking of that, I made us a reservation in an hour so shall we go, m'lady?” He drawled in a fake British accent, holding his arm out.

You hooked your arm in his and nodded. He squeezed your arm against his as you both headed for the parking lot.

You were dreaming. You had to be. There was just no other explanation as to why Matt not only asked you to have lunch with him but followed through with his plans and took you to the quaintest restaurant you’d ever seen. It was like a little slice of Italy with pictures of olive groves and Tuscan villas decorating the walls and the sweet smell of garlic and tomatoes wafting through the air. They had the sweetest staff and you both wound up in a corner booth a ways away from the other customers.

“Any friend of Rob’s is a friend of ours.” The owner, a tiny Italian woman who looked like a grandma grinned at you as she took your orders.

“I’ll have the special.” Matt remarked before turning to you, “What would you like, sweetheart?”

You blushed at the nickname but Matt didn’t seem to notice the effect he had on you. Nevertheless, the waitress was awaiting the response and you didn’t want to keep her waiting. You glanced at the menu, hiding behind its pages before ordering the same thing and the woman left you both alone.

“I don’t think I said this yet but you look beautiful.”  Matt grinned.

You almost thought it was his goal that day to make you blush constantly. You fiddled with your sleeves as heat rose into your cheeks, “You’re just saying that –”

“Trust me. I’m not. You really do look great today, Y/N.”

You ducked your head, feeling even warmer, “Thanks. You – you look great today too –not that you don’t look great everyday! Im sure you look amazing everyday – oh God, I’m digging myself in a hole aren’t I?”

  Matt chuckled, amused. “I’m glad you think so, sweetheart.” He winked.

You were pretty sure your face was now officially on fire so you hid your face behind your hands. “I just need to shut up. I’m such an idiot.”

“Hey, no, Y/N.” Matt frowned, “Look at me.”

You shook you head and he sighed. “Y/N, please.” His voice grew serious and you peeked behind your hands for the briefest moment before relenting and letting them drop. Then you lifted your gaze and met his green orbs as he replied, “Thank you.”

You nodded, feeling your throat run dry as he continued. “You’re not an idiot, okay? I know we don’t know each other much but trust me when I say you aren’t. And for the record, I didn’t mind the rambling. I thought it was adorable.”

You flinched, reliving the words that made you feel humiliated. “Sorry about that…”

“You don’t have to apologize, you know, for anything. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But –”

He put his hand out and placed it over yours which easily shut you up. “Y/N, it’s okay. You have nothing to apologize for. Alright?”

Your throat seemed to swell and your eyes sting from the unshed tears that always seemed to appear at the drop of a hat. But Matt didn’t seem to mind. He tilted your chin up, allowing you to gaze once more at his handsome face. His eyes searched yours, awaiting a response so you nodded your head.

He beamed and his whole face lit up. “Well alright.”

Before you could say anything, the waitress returned, bringing over your plates of food. Upon seeing you both, she rushed with placing the plates in front of you before disappearing with a knowing wink. And just like that, you were blushing all over again.

“Man, Rob wasn’t kidding when he said this place was good.” Matt sighed, patting his belly as the both of you walked out of the restaurant.

You nodded, “I don’t think I can even eat dinner.”

“Tell me about it. I’m not even sure I could eat breakfast tomorrow, but do you know what sounds pretty good right now?” He asked and you shook your head. “A nice, cold pint. I could go for a pale ale or something to cool down after all that chow.”

You gestured in front of you. “I saw a bar a few blocks down if you wanna check it out.”

  Matt’s eyes sparkled as he turned to you, “Only if you check it out with me.”

  You wrinkled your nose in displeasure, “Okay, but… I’m not much of a beer person.”

  “You’re kidding.” He deadpanned.

“It tastes like piss.”

He snorted, “Only if you haven’t tried the good stuff.” You didn’t look convinced and he smirked, “That’s fine. I’m up for the challenge. I’ll school you on good beer and in return, I’d like you to do something for me.”

  “What’s that?”

“I want you to stop speaking so negatively about yourself.” He replied and though you opened your mouth to object, he continued. “I know it’s hard and I know you don’t want to do it, but it would make me really happy if you stopped criticizing yourself when you’re a strong and beautiful woman. Okay? So can you do it? Please? For me?” He batted his lashes at you and you turned to mush.

  You bit your lip, wishing you could not only refuse him but stop yourself from turning scarlet again but it was as though your mouth betrayed your mind. “So you really think I’m strong?”

He nodded, “And beautiful.”

“… Fine.”

Matt grinned and his eyes twinkled with glee. “Perfect! And for every negative comment you say about yourself, you gotta find five things you like about yourself.”

Your eyes widened, “Hey! Wait a minute! I didn’t sign up for that!” You hollered but he was already bounding ahead of you, skipping like a child.

“You’re not gonna regret this! I promise.” He called out as you chased him into the bar.

Spn roleplay server!!

So@dean-wants-pie-bitch and I were talking about making a Supernatural discord for this thing we’ve had going! If you want to join, just message either one of us about it and which character you’d want to be! A tumblr blog for your character can be had, but isn’t necessary to join!

The only taken characters are Sam (by me) and Dean (by the mun of the Dean blog)!

Dean: You look like you didn’t get any sleep last night.

Sam: Sleep? Now that’s a name I haven’t heard in ages.

Cas: Sam, I messed up the invitations.

Sam: How?

Cas: They were supposed to say “Dean’s Birthday,” but instead they say, “Dean’s Bi.”

Sam: Hey, that could still work.

you were sitting on the couch with a few of the books you had to read for a hunt, your new four kittyou were sitting on the couch with a few of the books you had to read for a hunt, your new four kitt

you were sitting on the couch with a few of the books you had to read for a hunt, your new four kittens crawling all over you and your books. 

Dean and Sam walked into the room and stopped, “kittens?” Dean asked.

“yeah let me show you!” you grinned, “the ginger one is Gabriel, the black on is Michael, the brownish white one is Raphael and this gold bundle of joy is Lucifer, he’s my favorite.” 

“you’re telling us, you named these kittens after the archangels?” Sam said in confusion, “but why?!”

you shrugged, “they’re not actually that bad.”


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-(using early season Sam because im not caught up and its easier)-bonding over something like books -(using early season Sam because im not caught up and its easier)-bonding over something like books

-(using early season Sam because im not caught up and its easier)

-bonding over something like books after meeting in a library or coffee shop

-Dean seeing you leave and being like “wow Sammy, who was that!”

-Sam not being sure if he should call you or not, i mean… you did give him your number but….

-he calls and you go on an actual date

-after that you talk 24/7

-it actually upsets Dean because he’ll wake up in a motel and Sam will be gone only for him to realize he’s outside on the phone with you

-something happens in your hometown and all of the sudden you’re in the middle of a monster hunt

-after that, you and Sam were inseparable

-he would be weird about letting you become a hunter but he would also know not to control you and let you make your own decisions (this is Sammy, he’s the shit)

-you sit in the back of the Impala and Sam is almost constantly turning in his seat to look at you

-Dean thinks its cute although he’d never admit it

-belting out lyrics with the boys

-Sam likes holding hands because he’s a smol tol precious snowflake whom i love

-sitting next to each other in booths at diners and Dean loves seeing Sam so happy with his arm over your shoulders

-literally being the cutest couple

-him reading to you because yes please

-he is so tall that you’ve both just given up and he always lifts you up to kiss

-him teaching you how to fight

-passing out together and unconsciously cuddling because yes

-he is massive so you just get used to not having much room on the bed

-he’s the guy that holds your face when he kisses you

-the sweetest honey <3


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friki-likes:

Me to the SPN writers: after seeing Eileen for one second in the 15x06 promo


Jeffrey waits for his first “twit” to be about his first family, Supernatural.

Jeffrey waits for his first “twit” to be about his first family, Supernatural.


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thingstielsthings:

All I ever wanted was a teddy which was big, real, and talked. But now he’s sad all the time – not “ouch” sad, but ouch-in-the-head sad – says weird stuff, and smells like the bus.


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samwinchesterlesbian:endless favorite supernatural screencaps: 12-13/∞ samwinchesterlesbian:endless favorite supernatural screencaps: 12-13/∞

samwinchesterlesbian:

endless favorite supernatural screencaps: 12-13/∞


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awkwardsamw:

“I just wanted to make sure that you’re okay. I mean, I know… you never really wanted this.”


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vinylackles: supernatural season nine 》episode three 》i’m no angel dean. hey. hey, yeah… never do thvinylackles: supernatural season nine 》episode three 》i’m no angel dean. hey. hey, yeah… never do thvinylackles: supernatural season nine 》episode three 》i’m no angel dean. hey. hey, yeah… never do thvinylackles: supernatural season nine 》episode three 》i’m no angel dean. hey. hey, yeah… never do thvinylackles: supernatural season nine 》episode three 》i’m no angel dean. hey. hey, yeah… never do thvinylackles: supernatural season nine 》episode three 》i’m no angel dean. hey. hey, yeah… never do th

vinylackles:

supernatural season nineepisode three i’m no angel

dean. hey. hey, yeah… never do that again! all right


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supernatural season nineepisode two devil may care

kevin, i’m sorry. I know you’re dying to bolt, man. I get it. but out that door, it’s demons, and it’s angels, and they would all love to get their hands on a prophet. so even with crowley here, this is still the safest place for you. it just is. and we need you, man. because I’m useful. because you’re family. after all the crap we’ve been through, after all the good that you’ve done… man, if you don’t think that we would die for you, I don’t know what to tell you. because you, me, sam and cas, we are all we’ve got


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