Once upon a time this was a Castiel rp blog. The dawn of a new age is upon us, friends, though I still occasionally fool around with the self-loathing hunter to my unworthy angel.
Now though, it's mostly just lazy ol' reblogging. Sometimes I get the urge to meta, but I haven't been brave enough to post any of my ramblings yet. I'm Heather, by the way. I'm still a young'un - scraping through my senior year of high school in anticipation of the Great Beyond that is college. I like girls, boys, chai latte, porn and crying about Dean Winchester. Destiel is my OTP. This is my, er.. my other personal blog.
OKAY FINE YOU ASSHOLE WRITERS
Fucking make me cry and make me mad and then DEAN IN COSTUME AND CHARLIE BACK AND VIDEOGAME?!!!! I HATE YOU… and I’m looking forward to next episode.
oh my god dean in that uniform fuck me sideways
screams into the night “why can’t dean have friends”
THAT’S TWO FRIENDS DEAN HAS THAT HAVE STAYED IN PURGATORY WHEN DEAN ASKED THEM TO COME HOME
EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE
OH MY FUCKING SHIT THEY’RE DOING HELL
I FUCKING LOVE THIS GIRL HOLY HELL
The boys’ cognitive dissonance is filling me with a terrible glee here. Especially how hard Dean’s gnashing his teeth against the idea of kids being trained as hunters.
That’s far more telling than his battered-wife excuses about John having “done the best he could” with them. It’s not really surprising, either; it’s all in the pride with which he recalls making his first sawed-off shotgun at age twelve but openly admits his little brother could have held on to his innocence longer.
