Hi, um, I just wanna say that I never wanna see Lucifer around Sam Winchester again
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Are we just going to ignore the fact that Cas basically asked Gabe to take over Heaven???
Glad I’m not the only one who noticed!!! This is the first post I’ve seen about it amidst the whirlwind of Rowena/Gabriel discourse.
Gabriel in charge has been one of the better ideas thrown out there for Heaven. He’s clever, intelligent, and as the angel that’s been in a vessel the longest out of all of them, he’s a great blend of humanity/human culture and celestial being.
Of course, he’d have to get past his self-doubt and instinct to run from responsibility, and even then, I’m not certain I see his character as the type to settle long-term at the helm. I can see him wanting to be there to help, however, and how cool would it be if Cas did it with him?
That would be my happily ever after for them. The two of them bro-ing it up in Heaven, rebuilding a home they thought would never want them back, popping back down to earth every now and then to help the Winchester’s (or in Gabriel’s case, let off a little steam and play).
This the face when you find out your husband cheating on you.
And now we all know why Sam is the one kill Rowena.
Richard Speight Jr. in his first (non-tv) movie. He’s playing Brooks in the 1987 movie Ernest Goes to Camp.
tfw you just wanted a beer, but it’s your long dead brother who you killed 8 years ago that serves you
Happy Birthday, Sam
A/N: Sam Winchester deserves the entire world for his birthday and if you don’t agree, get the hell off my blog.
Sam was used to spending his birthday alone. There were several years from his childhood that involved Dean coming home with a stolen loaf of pound cake and a candy bar so that he could experience something close to normal, but he knew it wasn’t. Once he had left for college, Dean didn’t even bother to call, so it just became another day on the calendar. He didn’t even think he had told Jess when his birthday was. Once he started hunting again, there was always a bigger crisis to deal with, so it was set aside indefinitely. This year, his 35th, didn’t seem to be any different.
He didn’t bother to make any grand announcement of it; just made coffee for everyone, then headed straight to the library to continue where he had left off on his research last night. When Dean woke up, he’d make breakfast. Sam was never really a morning eater, and considering the rest of the occupants in the bunker, food wasn’t really a necessity. As he walked over to his table, he noticed a small, wrapped package no more than a foot square had been placed upon the book he had left open the night before. Being the paranoid hunter that he was, he kept a fair distance away from it, and grabbed an iron poker from the fireplace. Cautiously, he edged the poker toward the package and tapped it enough so that it would fall off the table and onto the floor. However, it didn’t make it that far.
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I Aim To Misbehave 