‘we’re not gonna have to hug or anything are we’
ten years later
(hugs castiel) (hugs benny) (hugs garth) (hugs kevin) (hugs charlie) (hugs sam a thousand times just because) (hugs their waitress) (hugs that one guy that held the door open for them) (hugs the impala)
okay so after they fall the angels all turn into babies i dont even care why they turn into babies and s9 is about how dean drives around picking up angel babies and bringing them back to the bunker and sam and cas are sitting by the kitchen table, rolling their eyes
So here’s the plan, we give all the angels Redbull
Look, I know losing somebody you love - it’s terrible. You shut yourself off. Believe me, I know. But when you shut out pain, you shut out everything else, too.
Having an “oh I see what you did there” attack after rewatching spn 8.20. Also, FEELINGS.
“Could you, uh… could you find someone?”
Dean barely sounds like himself. His voice is a low rasp over the phone. He didn’t introduce himself in any way, didn’t say hello, didn’t call her “your highness.” But Charlie knows it’s him all the same. She can picture him standing in the bunker, holding the phone to his ear, rubbing his other hand across his forehead.
She hadn’t been waiting for the call, but it’s not exactly a surprise to hear from Dean. She saw that “meteor shower,” the one NOAA hadn’t predicted, same as anybody else. She’d looked into it but hadn’t found much—a spike in the birth rate, but that seemed more coincidental than anything else. Then again, when is anything ever a coincidence?
She senses that now is not the time to joke with Dean, so all she says is, “Yeah, probably.”
“He might be—he might be going by Jimmy Novak. Or Emmanuel. He—,”
“Cas? You want me to find Cas?”
Dean is quiet for a moment. Maybe he forgot that she read all Carver Edlund’s books, even the unpublished ones. Charlie hears him swallow before he speaks again. “Yeah.”
“No. Not really.”
Clearly no more explanation is forthcoming. Back to business. “You got any pictures of him?”
Dean doesn’t say anything, but a moment later her phone buzzes. It’s a scan of a small photo, a face shot, probably left over from one of the Winchesters’ many fraudulent collage projects. The man in it is dark-haired, blue-eyed, tired. He doesn’t look like an angel. One of the photo’s corners is very slightly creased, as if it had been folded and then flattened out again, restored. Charlie wonders if Dean had kept this photo aside, tucked into his wallet, a secret icon.
“Good,” she says. “This will help.”
Dean is quiet again.
“Do you… need something else?” Like someone to talk to?
“Just find him,” he says, and hangs up.
that ep gave me a lot of brotherly feels
I bet all the other hunters of the world are just looking at the sky and going-
- Keep Charlie around
- Give Sam a love interest with her own issues and whose contribution to the story doesn’t end with Sam
- Don’t kill her
- Reveal that Crowley lied and Kevin’s mom is still alive (who the fuck thought that was okay)
- More Charlie episodes
- Stop sexualizing violence against women
- Charlie, though
- Make Dean’s interest in girly things real and not just a joke as he tries in vain to pretend that he doesn’t like them
- Like the ballet thing, remember that? Yeah, that was fun
- Oh yeah, and keep Charlie around and don’t you fucking DARE kill her.
Sidenote: Killing off characters has lost its shock value. It’s your own fault for doing it so many times. Instead of trying to come up with even more shocking deaths that will ultimately just annoy your audience find something else.
well i came home
like a stone
and i fell heavy
into your arms