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Post 15 Dean and Cas find adopt a kitten and name it cowboy. Jack loves cowboy. Everyone loves cowboy. You love cowboy too.

Son and angelic sperm donor bonding time

GOD. SAM SHOULDVE KNOWN EVERYTHING ABOUT LUCIFER.

He should’ve known it wasn’t Cas from the second they got back. He should’ve known where Lucifer would go, he should’ve known all his plans.

They were together for DECADES. And Sam knows nothing? I refuse to believe that.

Casifer makes one movement, says one thing after coming back and Sam sinks to the floor, screaming “That’s not Cas.” At the top of his lungs and Lucifer is QUICK with his “Never could’ve fooled you, Sammy.”

oh my god wait I need to bring back my violent slapsticknatural posting. like you don’t get it we literally have zero power scaling for how far cas and jack’s healing factors go. we’ve only ever seen them got shot and stabbed , so who’s to say what else they could heal from? like picture this. you’re a monster of the week doing your monstrous business with some monster pals or something, completely unaware of angels or demons or anything else like that, and then in barges this stupid annoying hunter family to ruin the fun.

one of these guys looks like a cross between a gay porn parody of Columbo and a tax accountant. the other is, for one, Staunchly young to be a hunter, and he also looks like he would’ve been plastered on some teenage girl’s wall as a poster with little pink glittery gel pen hearts and initial pluses drawn all around him. maybe even have a major role in a Disney sitcom. gay porn Columbo could put up a pretty good fight but you can take heartthrob out like it’s nothin.’ so you go and work some monster magic beating his ass and eventually you snap his neck like a twig.

your monster buddies run a clawed fist clean through the chest of gay porn Columbo and for a minute he goes satisfactorily limp on their arm. for a minute small town Zac Efron lies on the floor with his head at a horrible angle, looking like a doll that got dropped the wrong way, and for another minute more you hear the jolly green giant and his tiny little Ken doll screaming and shrieking in total agony and because you’re a narrative monster of the week it’s the most beautiful sound in the world. But then something happens. gay porn columbo twitches and jumps back to life with an arm still lodged all the way through his chest, and with a strength even more inhuman than yours he rips it out of himself, groaning with pain but still acting as if he were merely removing an inconveniencing splinter.

your monster buddy shrieks at the touch, then howls in pain as gay porn Columbo just fucking breaks his arm. tiny little Ken doll and jolly green giant are elated but also not very shocked that their pal survived that. hm. you silently make note of that and then turn to face your own kill, only to find the most sickening nauseating sound ever coming from his corpse, like a thick wet grinding, and his head slowly rotating back around like a doll again. to your horror, you realize that his very spine is completely rearranging itself, setting itself back in place and his head is very correcting the angle you sharply pulled it to.

you don’t know what to think anymore. you don’t know what to do. these are hunters, human hunters, hunters are always humans, that’s how it fucking works. it’s never been anything else, it’s not some unspoken rule, it just is the reality of hunters and monsters. the other two guys, jolly green and Ken Doll, are clearly human, and they’re hunters, but then why are they parading around with whatever the fuck these freaks are? And why are these freaks hunters, too? Are they traitors? What the fuck is this? but before you can even move your thoughts into words, you’re gutted and shot and broken along with your monster buddies. as you lay dying, bleeding out, still trying to make sense of everything that just happened, oscillating between darkness and fleeting vision, you hear the gruff voice of gay porn Columbo complaining about his chest pain as if he were experiencing heartburn from a bad pizza. how it takes so much out of him to waste his “grace” on mending clothes along with wounds. then you hear the voice of the annoying boy band clone whine about a headache, asking if the other two guys have any aspirin strong enough for a broken neck.

then you die, and you still don’t know what the fuck just happened.

I spent like 5 hours editing this gif frame by frame to make this shitty edit that I wanted to exist

I got Jo of all people (I love her)

dating sim quiz. who’s the love of your supernatural life?

Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Baby are standing behind Batman and Robin 😭

Reading Li'l Gotham and at first I thought to myself that this suited man looks like Death from Supernatural

and then I realized it fucking was!

Dean as a kid trying to find the same laundry detergent his mom used to use and never finding it. He was too young to help with the laundry before she died, and he can't ask John, because he's not supposed to talk about their life from before. One day in his thirties he grabs a random box at the store because their usual brand is out of stock, and the sense memory he gets when the clothes come out of the drier makes him sit on the floor and weep.

if jack kline. when he uhhh. erm. when he? yes or no.

undoubtedly