#this is totally were!stiles being interrogated by the winchesters #and he is giving no answers and no fucks (via crusingthroughreality)
HEADCANON ACCEPTED.
I really would love to see that crossover, repeatedly, in every possible position. Even if it would end in tears because let’s be real, everything the Winchesters touch ends in tears. Poor little shits.
“Look kid,” Sam says. It’s the third time he’s tried the good cop routine and Dean can hear it wearing thin. “We know you had nothing to do with the murders. But we also know you’re not the only werewolf in town.”
The kid tips his head and sucks on his lips, the total absence of fucks glaringly obvious. Dean is both frustrated as hell and grudgingly impressed because, hell, they’ve dealt with demons less sassy than this.
Sam sighs, and Dean has to cough into his hand to keep from laughing because that particular brand of exasperation is usually reserved for him. “Just be straight with us.”
For some reason, that’s hilarious. It takes a second before Dean remembers the dude they’d seen the kid with before they’d picked him up. Big, serial killer looking guy, sporting leather and a possessive hand on kid-snark’s back. Oh man.
Dean snorts and gives Sam patented ‘what? it’s funny’ shoulders when it earns him a glare.
“Trust me, dude,” the kid says. “I’m being as straight with you as…well, I was gonna say humanly possible but…”
A flash of canines has Sam rolling his eyes and sue him, Dean sorta wants to high-five the kid. You know you’ve been hunting for too long when you start rooting for your mark.
“You’re driving a stolen car,” Sam says. “You’re carrying a fake ID. Every word out of your mouth so far has been bullshit-”
“Says the hunter posing as an FBI agent,” the kid says, tapping a nonchalant beat on his water bottle.
Sam pulls out bitch-face number eleven. “Is anything about you real?”
The kid grins and bobs his head. “My boobs.”
Dean laughs so hard he almost pulls something.
#if you portray derek hale as anything other than a long-suffering useless try-hard dweeb with lots of feelings #then i don’t think u know him very well #derek hale (via heathicorn)
making banana bread. listening to shewolves’ kate argent mix. dancing around my kitchen with my cat.
i live a dramatic life.
Imagine your OTP getting into a heated argument and person A accidentally confesses their love for person B out of frustration
“I’ve lost my Grace,” Castiel says slowly, numbly. “I’ve lost my Grace and now I’m useless.”
“Holy water cannot help you now”
+ In Judeo-Christian traditions, Abaddon is known both as a “place of destruction” and a personified entity of destruction.
+ In Revelation, Abaddon is the king of the abyss or bottomless pit who commands an army of locusts. A storm of smoke arises, and from the smoke, a plague of locusts emerge to torment, but not kill.
+ His name in Hebrew is Abaddon, and in the Greek he has the name Apollyon. (“the Destroyer”) A parrallel to the Greek God Apollo who causes a nine-day deadly plague to infect the Achaean army and cattle. [x]
Now if Supernatural was to follow any of the scripture for Abaddon, she would be a fitting character to overthrow Crowley and release the Croatoan Virus.
