WHAT THE FUCK.
Oh god. Oh god.
I’ve thought ever since the show introduced Naomi that she was the one who bible-camped Cas and Anna in seasons 4 and 5.
I had no idea it went way further back, and it’s basically swamping me with emotion.
Do you guys realize what Naomi implied?
Cas was there the night the angels killed the…
I will not survive the next two episodes.
Nothing about this was okay.
Can I just not?
lololololol i will watch this show in hell i don’t even know anymore i never knew id cry for hours on end over my love for a nerdy overcoat wearing angel of the lord with his stupid backwards tie that’s always backwards and doesnt understand pop culture and has Meg who called him her unicorn, and has a unicorn that’s obsessed with pie and a moose that always seems to reach out because they’re family and a heart bigger than the sun and a head that will never stop tilting and his stupid fledgling humanity and his wide beautiful blue eyes that sees you for everything you are and makes my heart ache, and his gentle hands that could crush rock and steel and bones but they never would because it’s just not in his constitution, and the fine cracks in him from the hundreds of times he’s broken all knitted back together like porcelain, and he just keeps going and going and going because he can’t not keep trying because he’s Castiel, the fallen, the false God, the healer, the friend, the brother, the headcase, the angel, and fuck whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy
Nothing about tonight is okay.
In the tech tent, on the computer screen they show as Sam sits down, someone is playing Dragon Age II. And playing as Tallis, Felicia Day’s character that she both voiced in the game, and played in the short webseries based on the game.
Goddamn it, I love these people.
I will. Seriously.
Also, today is my dad’s birthday. A friend texted me about it being Dean’s birthday. My dad is my hero, and being an older brother to two siblings, he happens to be a fan of Dean Winchester, and hopes he did right by his little brother Bill. I like to think my dad would throw that comforting arm around Dean’s shoulders, adjust his glasses, and tell him stupid jokes involving golf and bars, and share this stupidly tall piece of keylime pie with a candle in it. All the while making it clear that he’s a great big brother. Because he is. And so’s my dad.