*walks into school* wtf there are so many people from my school here
'…I love you too, Dean'
One day he didn’t wake up.
His grace just…faded away.
Dean buried him under an old tree, in a place that they both loved.
Years have passed and he visited him every single day.
Sometimes he talked about his day, about how gray are Sam’s hair now, or how he scared someone with his black eyes and how they really deserved it.
Sometimes he brought flowers with him.
Sometimes he was quiet, only looking at the sky.
But he was always there, sitting next to the grave of a man with who he shared his last name.
And Cas was still watching over him.
I’m thankful for all the different ways I can eat potatoes
She was ill tempered, she was mean spirited, she was vicious. She was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen.
do not pity the dead, harry, pity the living, and above all those who think feminism means hating men.
am I the only one who looks at every grape before I eat it