FUCK YEAH HELL FUCKING YES THATS WHAT IM FUCKING TALKING ANOUT HELL YES HELL YES HELL FUCKING YES
CHUCK BLESS US AND HAVE MERCY ON OUR SOULS
this is the best reaction
GABRIEL’S BACK ???? OR IS THAT A TYPO OR IS HE REALLY BACK OMFG
The idea was all Emi’s. Hope this is what you had in mind hon.
Castiel’s Monday started off like all his Monday’s thus far in Chicago had started. He showered, put on his black suit, made his coffee, poured it into his thermos, grabbed his trench coat and headed out the door. He took the back streets to the highway and entered the rat race. He had to go through exactly one toll to get to work, and he hadn’t gotten around to buying his I-Pass yet, meaning he actually had to pay the toll at the both instead of going through the fast I-Pass lanes.
As he slowly works his way through the heavy traffic to the toll, he decides he’ll purchase that I-Pass the moment he gets to work.
That changes the second he pulls up to the actual toll booth and a gorgeous man with sandy hair, skin kissed with freckles, and sharp green eyes mumbles good morning and reaches out a hand for his $3.00.
For a moment, Castiel can’t breathe. He’s literally struck dumb by the site of his toll booth attendant. That’s the only possible explanation for why the only thing he can think to say is, “Can I get a receipt?”
He doesn’t need a damn receipt. It’s not like he’s turning this in as a business expense.
The man gives him an intrigued look, letting his eyes linger on Castiel for a fraction of a second longer than he needed to while the receipt printed. He hands over the piece of paper, grumbling out, “Have a good one,” with an amused look as the bar lifts for him to pass.
Castiel feels off for the rest of the day, like his life had just changed in some way, though he’s not sure how or why.
He’s disappointed the green eyed God isn’t in the booth on the other side for his return trip home.
This is amazing!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s super sweet!!!! I LOVE IT I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(I cannot scream cos I’m working, otherwise I would totally do that!!!!!)
In case you haven’t logged onto your dash within the past 24 hours, the Supernatural fandom has apparently been dragged into Lucifer’s cage with the mid-season finale. There was betrayal, lies, and major character death without warning.
On your dash, you will see people going back and forth between denying that the episode (or even entire season) even happened and sobbing hysterically inside a ring of salt.
Please tread cautiously, as there’s no telling what these distraught fans will do if provoked. It is suggested that you merely offer soft, simple words of comfort if needed. Do not attempt to rationalize with them or convince them that it was anything except an utterly horrendous thing for the writers to do.
Thank you. Be safe out there.
Please just send chocolate and carbs.