sam and dean working a case where a string of people have reported super strength and advanced healing and as they interview the people they realize that they all live in cities they recently passed through on other hunts, but that doesn’t make any sense, so when they get back to the hotel they call cas in to help make sense of it. cas flips through the first few profiles and asks where/when it began. sam says the first person they’ve found was a guy named peter in st. louis, the most recent was a girl named heather in topeka. cas says ah. did any of the people – peter, manny, anya, shawn, or heather – have any idea what caused it? and sam says shawn? we didn’t meet a shawn? who’s shawn? and cas dodges the question and they go talk to shawn. turns out he’s totally normal. it also turns out he’s the only one of cas’ hookups who didn’t swallow.

Jim can have a little mutiny, as a treat

A little sexting smut for your morning delectation

Because this is what happens when @pixellite16 asks for tips on writing sexting and @aria-lerendeair and I are in the same group chat. Mostly Gabriel is aria and Sam is me. Definitely nsfw text, hence the read more. Also lingerie kink. 

Gabriel: You know what I’m thinking about right now?

Sam: Pizza?

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Hey @whitmerule & @pixellite16, and @archangel-with-a-shotgun and @raiwalk and any others in the stream.  Remember the above?    @keepingcalmisoverratedgoddamnit, @kanadianwithashippingproblem and @janimoon, think you guys might want this too.  Here’s what happens next.

Gabriel stared at the phone and groaned, rubbing a hand over his face as he took his hand off his dick and brought the lubricant into the kitchen, putting it on the table.  He stripped his boxers and shirt off, ignoring the angry throb of his untouched erection.  

It took him a second to find the shirt he knew Sam wanted him in.  Gabriel pulled on the plaid shirt and debated doing up the buttons, and decided not to bother, heading back to the kitchen.  He glanced at his phone, but no other notifications had come through.  He shivered and looked at the clock.  

Sam’s class normally finished at three, which meant he had a few minutes to have a glass of water.  As he got one for himself and sipped it, he took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling, telling himself to calm down a little, because this wasn’t going to be quick.  

Consequences.  That’s what Sam had promised.  

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Sometimes I think of Gabriel and laugh. Sometimes I think of Gabriel and cry. Gabriel.

ME EVERY DAY

omg i just remembered that for some weird reason i had a dream last night that i was at a con and having an animated meta conversation about Gabriel's personality and arc with a friend and Richard overheard and took us out to lunch because he had been craving that kind of conversation about Gabriel and wanted to know what we thought and then he gave us his tumblr url so we could tag him in Gabriel meta. Um. I'm not sure what this says about me.

6.06. │You Can’t Handle The Truth.

except your pants

but i see now that there is a very truthful horn in there

not gabriel’s though

(mine)

who’s gonna tell them

doctor who: moffat era + the worst muse 

Oooooooooo …

neutralizer:

MY CAT BARKS WHEN HE’S REALLY ANGRY, I SWEAR 8|

I NEEDED THIS VIDEO TODAY

WHAT ARE CATS

this is one of my favorite videos on the entire internet

KITTY WHAT ARE YOU DOING

this is my favorite cat. All other cats can give up now.

He was freaking BARKING!!!! WHAT EVEN?!?! Then totally has an “oh shit” moment when caught and tries to subtly slip back into meowing like that didn’t just happen!

for soullessbrothers (✿◖◡◗) (Part 3/3) In which the Leviathan-Winchesters discuss the brother's other issues... Based in this wonderful ficlet Helen wrote [x]

Airport AU // In order to keep his job Dean Smith has to take a plane to attend a meeting with some of his clients, even though flying is his worst fear. Then he meets Castiel Novak.

I can’t sleep. 

The #Macbeth warning #broadway

This was my favorite thing. 

no but the whole Macbeth thing is legit okay

my school was doing Pride and Prejudice last spring [I had some tiny little extra part, but that’s not important]. The girl playing Mrs. Bennet said “Macbeth” as a joke, which then was explained because seriously we’re high schoolers I was surprised even she knew about it we don’t just know random curse knowledge

the play was set back a week because Mr. Darcy got appendicitis, Elizabeth Bennet broke her right forearm, Mr. Bingley lost his voice, and Mrs. Bennet went head over handlebars on her bike all in the week of the play.

you don’t f*** with the Macbeth curse okay if Supernatural has taught me anything it’s not to f*** with curses

….omg can we have an episode of Supernatural about the Macbeth curse?

IT COULD BE THE MUSICAL EPISODE WE ALL WANT OMFG

once a guy said macbeth in our theater and then the entire set came falling down several people got concussions don’t fucking say macbeth in a theater

How the hell do they preform the play,

There are characters named Macbeth

You can say it but only in the context during the play.. No other time

Thank you for explaining. (I’ve literally wondered about that for years)

"There are characters named Macbeth."

I know this means Macbeth and Lady Macbeth. But (leaving aside the technical quibble about whether she's actually 'named' Macbeth or not) I can't help but envision a whole hoard of little Macbeths running all over the stage. Or a scene like this:

Thunder. Enter three WITCHES.

Witch 1: Twice the branded cat hath mew'd.

Witch 2: Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.

Witch 3: Harpier cries, "'Tis time, tis time,    Macbeths all three in one combined."

Witch 1: By the pricking of my thumb,    Three things wicked this way come.

Enter three MACBETHS.

Macbeth 1: How now, you secret, black and midnight hags!

Macbeth 2: What is't you do?

Witches: A deed with too many names.

Macbeth 3: Ha, what say ye?

Witches: Double, double, toil and trouble,    Fire burn and cauldron bubble,    Merge in one, ye thanes all three,    That we poor hags confused not be.

Very dramatic thunder. Suddenly the three Macbeths converge into one.

Macbeth: What sorcery is this?    We conjure you, by that which you profess,    However you come to know it, answer us:    One head, one body, one man we be -    How may we please my wives all three?

Of course, neither of them can keep their hands to themselves for very long and somewhere in Oklahoma Sam reaches over and pops the button on Cas’s jeans, slipping his hand past the waistband of Cas’s boxers and stroking him to hardness, all the while with one hand on the wheel and a smug smirk on his face, Cas simply leaning back and spreading his legs wider, moaning when he feels Sam’s thumb pass over the head, Cas lifting his hips up and tugging his jeans down, cock making a soft thwack against his t-shirt.  Sam works him slow and tight, Cas panting as he finally spurts all over Sam’s hand, the vibrations from the engine only making it that much more intense.

Cas is equally proud of himself when he sucks Sam off, the fingers of Sam’s right hand digging so hard into the white vinyl seat when he comes that he nearly tears it apart, Cas pulling off of him and wiping his mouth, letting Sam enjoy the sensation of post orgasm and eighty miles an hour before zipping him back up.

You learned early on that your body is a tool. That hands are not more than flesh and fingers; that you were built to run, to fuck, to fight. That the digits of your hands wrap around the handle of a knife. Feed your brother, touch your own flesh, clench your fists around a throat; it’s all the same.

You are pushing forty now, flesh wearing, back hurting on days you don’t sleep right – and you never sleep right. Your life seems a collection of oddities, of ways to grasp too tight. You never really learned that gentle touch, or how to receive it; you learned to slam your chest against a door. You learned to stem the tide of misery with your body, learned to wrap yourself around something, hang on. You learned to use yourself, in so many ways; as parachute, as manacle, as knife.

You get softer as time goes on; you notice it, even now. You know you’re a young man, know that you’re strong, but this body is a house, and it is crumbling.

You don’t know how much longer you can stumble. Push your way through the pain, laugh as your legs crumble to dust.

You once held a skull between your hands and kissed it. You once held a baby in your arms, and pulled it away from the fire.

You are ragged; you are flayed.

Your skin comes off in stripes, unwinding from your arms like reels of film. 

#i dont know#this is about dean idk if that's clear GOODBYE Yes; weirdly, that was clear since before you even mentioned 'feed your brother', though I'm not sure why. The fact that this is you probably helped with the expectations there, but still. :) And, yes. I think Dean's relationship to his own body is a very interesting one, and one that will get more complex as he ages (especially in the scenario where he has an unaging angel or two around him). Better explored in fic than on the screen, of course, because you can't admit or imply that your star's body might be anything less than perfect all the time...