Gabriel is deep in hiding when it happens.
He’s covered his tracks so well he might as well have been dead. The archangel turned pagan god had gone to ground in Norway, not even bothering to run the simplest of pranks. He didn’t want anyone to know who or where he was - even long after Michael and Lucifer were locked away.
This time, everyone knew for sure that he was dead, and Gabriel would like to keep it that way, thank you very much. One day, those doors were going to open again and Gabriel had no interest to end up between his feuding brothers again.
He was driving - driving!- along a quiet country road when it hit him. The pang of deep, painful loss, the visceral pain of loosing ones Grace and Falling, magnified a thousand fold.
The sky is bright with fiery meteors and it takes the archangel less than a moment to understand.
The angels are falling.
His brothers and sisters, all of them.
Their pain reaches out to him, screams to their brother as their wings burn and they are torn from the only home they have ever had, away from family and Father and Grace, and Gabriel shivers in the warm night air, gathering his own invisible wings around him tight.
He closes his eyes, and keeps driving, a nauseous feeling in his stomach.
Somewhere, he supposes, the Winchesters must be feeling pretty proud of themselves.
Mary Had A Little Lamb
Mary had two little boys,
young and innocent as snow
Then one night Mary burned to death
And her boys were forced to grow.
They followed in her killers footsteps,
they broke all of her rules.
While other children laughed and played,
They killed monsters and cut school.
And when the Angels turned them out
Mary’s boys hunted her killer.
Dean shot the demon with the colt,
avenged his mother dear.
“Why did the Winchesters love Mary so?”
the eager children cry.
“Why Mary loved her boys, you know,”
The Angel did reply.
Okay, Sam. Today you’re gonna do better. You’re not gonna let him down.
You’re not gonna fail him. You’re not gonna taint him or d-drive him away. He doesn’t have to stick around, but he does. Don’t mess that up, Sam.
Don’t ever forget what you are.
Friendly reminder that as of the end of season 8, as far as we know Sam still believes in his heart that Dean thinks he’s a bloodsucking freak and will never be anything better.
I wish I could tell you I believed the dungeon was for torturing demons.
It’s so not. Just fyi.
An Itemized list of reasons why I block any and all Sam hate:
Warnings: The following includes spoilers, general unhappy feelings regarding Sam Winchester’s treatment as a character as well as the actor who plays him, and the serious love our Sammy rather desperately needs.
I was thinking about Crowley’s ‘666’ number
and it occurred to me, Crowley has service in Hell. He has a number that is literally impossible.
Therefore, Hell must have it’s own network
then it occurred to me only demons can use this network. But how? Must be in their aura or blood or something.
I repeat, it’s probably something in their blood
Sam has demon blood.
Conclusion: Sam gets his wifi from hell which is why he gets wifi everywhere
OH. MY. GOD.
“Adam’s still in Hell for some reason… It’s pissing me off, because I really fucking like that show.”- Jake Abel
Look at his face holding that gun.
He’s such a baby Winchester that I can’t because that’s exactly the expression that was probably on Dean’s face the first time his dad gave him a weapon: two parts confused, four parts scared shitless of the gun itself and the thing that’s gonna creep out of the shadows that he needs it for, one part desperation, and all wrapped up in the determination to make his family proud, to learn how to use this because. And then when John first gave Sam a gun, he had that same expression; disgust, fear, anger, determination to prove himself all wrapped together in this confusing bow of angst.
Hell, I’ll bet the first time John was handed a gun in the Marines, he looked down and the only thought running through that sweet boys head was “you actually think I’m gonna use this really nope thats funny this is dangerous, someone is gonna get hurt.”
ADAM IS A GODDAMN WINCHESTER IS WHAT I’M GETTING AT SO LETS GET THE FUCKING LEAD OUT AND PULL HIS ASS OUTTA HELL KAY BOYS
in which the kids go to the Star Trek into Darkness midnight showing, and Charlie gets real.
THERE ARE SO MANY GREAT THINGS ABOUT THIS I DON’T KNOW WHERE TO START