Look at these male modelling sons of bitches

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sammyshero:

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and if you fall as lucifer fell, you fall in flames;

lordwhat:

Hurry back to me, my wild calling.

kearawinchester:

Just being depressed about how useless Cas is going to feel next season ugh bb pls

theangelgabrieldidmyhair:

“I’m a human,” Castiel says into the mirror, “I’m a human,” again and again until the words begin to lose meaning and his hands weave into his hair frantically like he can rip that out too, “I’m a human, I’m a human,” until Dean finds him in the bathroom and reaches for his shaking hands, cradles them like a broken bird.

“I know.”

“I’m a human.”

“I know.” The aging light bulbs above the sink buzz. “You’re gonna get used to this, you know that?”

“I’m…” he stutters, like a broken cassette tape sputtering in the last moments of its life. “Dean, I can’t- I’m an angel of the Lord. I would say that, remember?” Dean starts to nod but Cas keeps going, “I’m an angel of the Lord. It was- it was what I would say and it had symmetry, the syllables all lined up, it was iambic and the meter rolled off so easily and now I- I’m a human. It doesn’t…” With his shoulders heaving in panic he looks like he could collapse right there, and Dean keeps his hands on Cas’s shoulders, lifting him and holding him up like wings. “I’m a human of- of what? What… am I?”

“You’re a Winchester,” Dean tells him without hesitation.

“I’m-”

“You’re Castiel.” The reflections watching them, that of one destroyed man pulling himself together to help another, look like some kind of summary, a representation of their lives up to this point and of what’s to come.

“I’m Castiel Winchester.” And this time, the syllables all line up as he stares at his own blue eyes. 

Favorite friendship: Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins

“He’s so cute you know? Like one of those little teddy bears, you just wanna stuff him in your pocket and take him home with you.” - Jensen

”[…]It warms the cockles of my heart. Words chosen carefully.” - Misha