None of them move. They are all afraid—for different reasons—of what they will find on the other side. A knock sounds. Amy jumps, gripping Sam’s arm hard. He grimaces, but reaches out to steady her. Dean swallows hard, and then takes the initiative, striding to the door. The Doctor performs quick scans before he even gets there: no traces of weeping angel DNS, stone, or dust. Dean yanks the door open, moving back as it swings in… and Cas’ broken body falls against him.

CAS MY BBY KJDSFHKJSDHFJKSDHK

WHATS NEXT I S2G

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Sam nods in response to Amy’s muttered comfort. “I hope so,” he says, turning back to his brother. The Doctor continues to pilot the TARDIS, small smile on his lips despite not looking at the tall man and slight ginge. He knows potential when he sees it, & after Rory’s death, Amy needs something more stable in her life. Not that the hunter is particularly steady, but moreso than a time-travelling alien. The TARDIS shudders to a halt. Dean tenses. Amy squeezes Sam’s arm. They all turn to the door

UGH MY TEARS HOW DARE YOU

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Sam has no idea what to do. He watches The Doctor fidgeting, rushing, flicking and reeling around. He sees his brother standing still as the dead, wound tight as a drum, stiff as a post, clearly tense as a finger on a trigger. Sam swallows. He and Dean have literally been to Hell and back, but he he’s never seen Dean quite like this before. For the first time, he has no idea how to approach his brother. Fingers ghost over the crook of his elbow and he jumps, then turns to face a tentative Amy.

OMFG FIRST DESTIEL

THEN I SEE MY SUPERWHOLOCK OTP AT THE END OF THIS 

OH MY GOD

TELL ME WHAT HAPPENS I S2G I WILL KILL YOU I THINK IM GOING TO CRY

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Dean, unlike The Doctor, did fidget with anything. He stood ramrod straight, shoulders square, fists clenched at his sides. He glared at the monitor as if he could compel it to turn back the clock and return Cas. Its lights and spinning circles reminded him of the time Cas took him into the past to save his parents from Anna. That trip hadn’t made him feel so sick. Cas was ill after, but they knew he’d survive… but this time? Dean grits his teeth. If he loses his angel, there’ll be hell to pay.

IT HURTS WHY DOES IT HURT SLDFHJKDSHFKJDSHK

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The TARDIS trembled as she whirled, dipped and spun in circles, jumping time streams and latching onto their destination. The group of four stood silently in her console room, tense, awkward, waiting with baited breath for whatever awaited them outside the doors of their destination. The Doctor flicked switches and turned knobs and pushed buttons, trying to busy himself. He liked Castiel, and sincerely hoped that their plan would work. Something about the angel was so… genuine.

KDJFHKSDJHKKHKJHKJHKJ IM SO HAPPY YOURE UPDATING THIS AGAIN IT MEANS SO MUCH THANK YOU BBY

WHAT HAPPENS NEXT I HATE YOU TELL ME

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