just a friendly reminder that Misha Collins has hundreds of thousands of dollars, but lives in a quaint little house that he built himself
just a friendly reminder the Misha Collins is too perfect for this world
just a friendly reminder that I have taken a one-way ticket to the core of the sun and burning in feels
This wasn’t something Dean would ever tell Sam, he already got enough stick for calling her baby, but his Impala had a name. Ever since John had given the car to Dean she’d had the same number plate, KAZ 2Y5. It wasn’t anything he would say out loud, but in his private thoughts his baby was Kaz. She was the only thing in his life that had been with him through everything. She was the legacy of his father, she was the peaceful times on the road with Sam, she was his Kaz.
When they went on the run, his baby’s number plate had to be changed. Dean briefly mourned the loss of that identifier, that tether to his past but as with everything else in his life Dean was forced to move on.
Time passed and the name Kaz slowly slipped from his memory. All that mattered was that his baby, one of this things he clung to most tightly, was still at his side.
Later, when a man entered his life in a shower of sparks and claimed to be an angel called Castiel, the nickname jumped unbidden to his lips. It was a long time since he’d spoken the name Kaz, even in the privacy of his own head.
When it happened is all seemed so natural that Dean never questioned it. Year’s later he found an old photo of his baby and recalled fondly the nickname she used to bear. The nickname now worn by another. His angel, his Cas.
WHY WOULD YOU POST THIS
ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME CRY
why did you choose to lean on a man you knew was falling?
The Winchesters are what happens when people in horror movies become self-aware
crying a little over this pic nbd
CRYING A LOT OVER THIS PIC NBD
Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…
These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse
that what I wear puts swagger in my gait;
though twenty shillings have I in my purse,
my self-esteem and manhood both inflate
when lofty furs I purchase for a cent.
Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, though
they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent
much less to dress myself from head to toe.
To save or not to save? The question’s moot.
I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.
These dusty shelves will yield their hidden loot
to those, like me, more frugal in their looks.
Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,
I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.
- Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”
*Crying with laughter*
ITS IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.
Too fantastic not to reblog. Especially if you love Shakespeare. -H
Radioactive (Music Box Version) - Imagine Dragons
Well that took me 0.01 seconds to reblog
hs au where cas is deans new neighbor and dean always tries to impress cas by washing the impala or mowing the lawn shirtless