Supernatural Fanvid
Bye Bye Miss American Pie
This was my favorite Supernatural video on youtube and it got blocked. The amazing editing was done by BottledMichelle on Youtube please check her out! I don’t own any copyrights on Supernatural whatsoever.
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(Source: destielbiteme)
Supernatural / Adventure Time Crossover :)
OH MY GOD YES. YESSSSS.
I feel like Dean has found an older brother/ emotionally available father figure in Benny. I also feel like if the writers discover what they’ve given him they’ll fucking destroy it.
Uh OH!!!!!
Oh hey Kat, cool skirt you made there
Wait, what’s that pattern on it?
BOOM
DEVIL’S TRAP.
#JUST WHIP YOUR SKIRT OFF AND THROW IT AT THE DEMONS #HOW EMBARASSING FOR THEM #THEY WILL TRAPPED IN A FUCKING SKIRT WHILE YOU CAN STAND THERE AND LAUGH AT THEM IN YOUR PANTIES#FUCK YOU DEMONS YOU CAN SUCK MY DICK
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all this time I’ve loved you, and never known your face.
[x]
Dean slowly stretches out a finger. Then his hand. Light, like the glow of the sun behind clouds, reaches back toward him, and Dean shivers.
“Are you made of masks?” he whispers.
These are my true faces, Dean. It’s not so much a voice as a resonance, the atoms of air vibrating, harmonizing. Dean’s bones sing like struck crystal.
“They’re awesome,” Dean blinks rapidly, eyes stinging, “You’re awesome.”
I am what I am, the air hums, its melody shy—even pleased.
Dean’s lips twitch into a smile. He lets his gaze wander, memorizing the smooth faces, the undulating hands, the smoke-caked feathers. Cas’s true form reminds Dean, oddly, of fireworks, or a kite soaring high against the sky. It’s like gazing up into a galaxy of smoke and feathers, one Dean could lose himself in forever.
“I think,” he whispers fondly, “wearing Jimmy didn’t do you justice.”
A warm wind, like a puff of laughter, stirs Dean’s hair.
I think, sings the air, it’s the other way around.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m77vdcLVgn1r45a1eo1_1280.jpg)
all this time I’ve loved you, and never known your face.
[x]
Dean slowly stretches out a finger. Then his hand. Light, like the glow of the sun behind clouds, reaches back toward him, and Dean shivers.
“Are you made of masks?” he whispers.
These are my true faces, Dean. It’s not so much a voice as a resonance, the atoms of air vibrating, harmonizing. Dean’s bones sing like struck crystal.
“They’re awesome,” Dean blinks rapidly, eyes stinging, “You’re awesome.”
I am what I am, the air hums, its melody shy—even pleased.
Dean’s lips twitch into a smile. He lets his gaze wander, memorizing the smooth faces, the undulating hands, the smoke-caked feathers. Cas’s true form reminds Dean, oddly, of fireworks, or a kite soaring high against the sky. It’s like gazing up into a galaxy of smoke and feathers, one Dean could lose himself in forever.
“I think,” he whispers fondly, “wearing Jimmy didn’t do you justice.”
A warm wind, like a puff of laughter, stirs Dean’s hair.
I think, sings the air, it’s the other way around.