Let’s all talk about the fact that Cas is EATING the popcorn.
Cas has only eaten once up to this point, and that was only because his vessel was affected by Famine, which was beyond his control. He does not need to eat and does not think to eat. And yet, in this scene the popcorn is sitting closest to him, the only person in the room who does not eat.
It’s unlikely that he made the popcorn because, let’s face it, he’d probably set something on fire doing it. So he probably didn’t make it and carry it to the table and happen to set it down there, which means Sam or Dean did. Given that Sam is messing with the projector, we can reason that Dean most likely made the popcorn and brought it to the table. And yet, instead of putting it close to himself, or in the center where they can all reach, or between himself and Sam (you know, the people who EAT), he put it in front of Cas.
And Cas ate it.
Let’s also think about the fact that in the same episode, Dean was attempting to feed Sam because he was injured. Cas is also injured, and Dean, despite what he says, still wants Cas to “get better”.
His instinct, whether he’s aware of it or not, is to take care of Cas because he cares. And Cas accepted this gesture even though he does not need it, because it is from Dean. Without words, they give and take, and in that act shows their profound bond is still there, and still strong.
I’d laugh if Misha had just filched some popcorn when no one was looking because he was hungry and then after the scene was already shot everyone would re-watch it and be like, “DAMNIT MISHA ANGELS DON’T EVEN EAT FOOD.”
“I’ve loved you since I’ve known you… maybe even before”
Once upon a time there was a fairy who lived all alone in a horrible cave, so far from home it made her chest hurt. One day, a handsome prince got lost in the woods, and she used her magic to get him home safely. Intrigued by the beautiful, lonely soul, he invited her to his castle. Slowly, they fell in love. But it was not to last - a fairy could never marry a prince - magic was too volatile, too dangerous. The king banished magic from the kingdom, and the prince was forced to tell the fairy he didn’t love her, to send her away to be safe.
After the Evil Queen cast her curse, the fairy and the prince became Winifred Burkle and Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, demon hunters at Angel Investigations, with no memory of the love they once shared. Regina did all she could to keep the two apart, but she could see their affections deepening. Regina sent Winifred an ancient box for her birthday, and upon opening it she became infected with some of the darkest magic the world had ever seen. She fell into a deep slumber, and with each passing day she could feel ice twisting through her veins, the evil taking root in her heart leaving splinters that could never be removed.
Somehow, she slowly began to recognise the voice of the man who visited her bedside each day. Her prince. It was becoming harder to control the darkness in her heart, she felt herself become hollowed out, her skin hardening. She fought as her mind grew stronger and her body became weaker. I am not the damsel in distress. Winifred reached out to Wesley in his dreams, haunting him each time he closed his eyes - sending him visions of what once was and what could be. She knew there was only one way to break the curse - true love’s kiss, the most powerful magic of all.
this is kind of not okay
I’m scared
I THOUGHT IT WAS GOING TO STOP AFTER THE SUN BUT IT DIDN’T HOLY CRAP
Then your mom is the very last one
“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”
lol yes, so then i can shave.
Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!
One minute, 37 seconds.
My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
One minute, 29 secods.
I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
One minute, six seconds.
Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
54 seconds.
Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
30 seconds.
Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
25 seconds.
That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
20 seconds.
I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
19. Faster.
18. Quicker.
17. More rapid.
16. It’s racing.
Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
10 seconds.
The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
5. My heart has given up entirely.
4. I stop walking.
3. Just waiting left.
2. Everything is about to change.
1. Deep breath.0000 d 00 h 00 m 00 s
Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
“Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”^^^ THIS IS AMAZING
i think youre gonna write the book i nominate you you have no choice go get writing now
its back
This is the best thing ever. I’ve got chills
This is now offically sixteen million times better than when I first saw it. Time to reblog.
