Dean Being Dean ♡

You were in trouble. You were trapped. Glenn didn’t know you, but he helped you. He put himself in danger for you. And that started it all. From Atlanta, to my daddy’s farm, to the prison, to here. To this moment now. Not as strangers, as family. Because Glenn chose to be there for you that day a long time ago, that was the decision that changed everything. It started with both of you, and it just grew. To all of us. To sacrifice for each other. To suffer, to stand, to grieve, to give, to love, to live. To fight for each other.

okay okay but just [human Cas grousing around the Bunker kitchen until he gets at least two cups of coffee in him] [Sam and Eileen arguing over a crossword puzzle while Dean makes omelets] [easy Saturday afternoon drives just for the hell of it] [game nights that devolve into yelled arguments and pieces getting thrown across the war room] [Jack learning how to play the guitar] [lazy, sleepy mornings on days when they have absolutely nothing planned] [Cas reaching over in bed to tug Dean closer to him] [Sam throwing pillows across the rec room at Dean to get him to stop quoting the movie lines louder than the actual movie] [Cas and Dean holding hands in the Lebanon general store] [Dean’s scarlet blush even as he grips more tightly] [sparring sessions in the Bunker’s gym] [the absolute wreck of the kitchen the first time Jack and Cas try to make pancakes] [Dean’s horrified expression; Sam and Eileen choking with laughter in the background] [shitty 2 am burgers after an easy salt-and-burn, the five of them crammed into a corner booth] [Sam complaining to Cas about the quality of a Sumerian translation] [Dean resting his chin on Cas’s shoulder in the shower] [Jack bringing an extra sandwich to the archives where Sam is sorting spell reagents] [Eileen and Cas fussing over a terrarium of air plants] [Cas falling asleep halfway through Tombstone, his head in Dean’s lap, his breath warm against Dean’s navel] [Sam putting Jody on speakerphone so everyone can yell hello] [Jack perched on a stool in the garage, handing Dean tools] [Dean glancing over to look at Cas in the passenger seat] [their fingers interlaced on the bench between them] [a lull in the music, before the next song on the tape starts] [I love you, Dean blurts] [the way Cas smiles, slow and warm and easy, like the sunrise] [I love you too, Dean] [Dean] [Dean, please] [the Impala flickering like a bad video signal] [DEAN] [Sam’s terrified face hovering inches away] [the djinn’s corpse slumped in the far corner of the room] [the Impala again, Cas’s smile] [Dean’s hitch of breath, as he realizes]

I’m glad you’re here, Merlin.

“you want to steal a kiss from me, leonard? you better be one hell of a thief.”

10.16 | 15.09

tara chambler aka. the most relatable character ever