i wish spn would decree no more killing the winchesters and bringing them back
heaven, hell, all of the various deities tell the winchesters to go fuck themselves
no one is helping you out anymore
make peace with mortality because we’re not here for your shit anymore
you just made me want the fic where all major dimension-rulers are playing hot potato with the winchesters because augh no don’t give them to me, they belong in your afterlife!!!! and earth is the only place where enough people have claims that they can all pretend samndean are somebody else’s problem. immortality through universal disdain
♛: my “FOREVER” pairing
♔: my “sometimes” pairing (if i’m in the mood)
旦: my “friends-with-benefits” pairing
☆: my “adele” pairing (“WE COULD HAVE HAD IT AAAAAALL”)
☁: my “angst” pairing
✖: my “hate sex” pairing
۞: my “working on it” pairing
ℨ: my favorite threesome
☄: my “crack” pairing
ಠ_ಠ my “what what what are you doing” pairing
Omg, my Sunday school teachers are rolling in their as-yet-unoccupied graves but I would be SO SO SO into the old testament from the pov of the angels who are wrecking shit in the name of their father. Michael is going to take over this shitty universe, and by god he is going to start with this ragtag little band in the middle of a desert where he remembers a garden. He sees them leaving goats in the wilderness for Azazel and he pretends not to recognize the name of a fallen brother. They pray for rain and he covers the sand with floods. (Michael hates deserts. They are barren and windy and all the empty spaces look like Lucifer.)
(Maybe he chose Israel because when he told Abraham to sacrifice his firstborn son, Abraham was ready to do it. That, Michael knows, is what fatherly love truly looks like.)
And meanwhile omg Lucifer, kickin’ it Paradise Lost style, trying to shepherd the other fallen angels into something like what they left behind, even as Heaven is completely reshaping itself so nothing like Lucifer can ever happen again. Cheer up, troops! Hell may be the absence of God, but that’s not exactly different than Heaven, is it? (The absence of their family is not something anyone talks about.) Lucifer is the kid trying to throw a party when the parents are out of town, but then everyone gets rowdier than he bargained for and it’s getting late and he wants his house back so he can go to bed but his parents won’t come home. He just wants to get in trouble already, surely something he does will get him in trouble, surely he has earned a stern talking-to from some higher power than his older brother, surely he hasn’t just been left to pretend this is what he wanted forever?
THE POOR ANGELS. Of course Naomi started taking matters into her own hands. sjkdhfsKSFJLHADNF what if the memory wipes started out as a kindness? She was their Giver, the one who remembered things so her siblings didn’t have to, but then she saw how much good could be done if she intervened before the burden became so great that they came to her in broken pieces. They are all of them trying to fix things, but only Naomi can make it like it never happened. This is her duty.
Ion nods, and doesn’t ask when it’s his turn to be healed.
these men are three different people.
FOUR DIFFERENT PEOPLE
NO SUCH THING AS TOO MANY MISHAS.
YOU MEAN FIVE DIFFERENT PEOPLE
Actually, you probably mean six different …. people.
WHEN DID MEG GET A TUMBLR