In which everything is Destiel, and Edlund is my king, and why I think Bobby won’t die.
This is my second time writing this, and I’m jacked up on skittles and diet coke, so

A long, text-filled post about why I think this was the worst episode of season 7 so far. If you enjoyed this episode or don’t agree with me, just keep scrolling. It really doesn’t matter to me.
I’m not going to even download the episode, do no Jensen screen cap this time. Just Becky, accurately expressing my feelings about this episode…

Warning: Lots of positivity and optimism. Proceed at your own risk.
But if you need an incentive…

(Jensen, I’m not even sorry anymore. Your face is too awesome not to exploit.)

# i love you both okay i just want you to be happy be fucking happy # get married # have two point five children # buy a house with a fucking white picket fence # dean you can repaint it every ten years # buy a puppy # a fucking labrador or something like that # castiel you go to college and study something great # dean you should be a mechanic cos you love cars # you raise the fuck out of those kids # and give them every opportunity you were denied # jesus fucking christ what are these feelings where did they come from?





