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okay but seriously how many texas congoers out there are as thrilled as me that we’re in the high 80s for A-kon this year instead of triple digits like we usually are raise your hands??
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human impala, anyone
oh
my
God
HEADCANON FUCKING ACCEPTED
Yes to human!Impala. And yes to this dude playing the part. Oh, Dean.
Oh lord. We missed it the first time this went around. And we would just like to say aksdhofiasknd YESYESYES
ALL the yes! Please someone write it. Dean/Impala
YES.
Dean walked outside, loosening his tie as he and Sam went out to their car, on their way to the cemetery to burn the bones— it was a simple enough case. “Sam. Sam, where the hell.. where the hell is my car?!” Dean looked around anxiously, eyes falling on a younger man sitting on the curb where his car used to be.
He stormed over to the young man and pulled him up by his shirt, glaring with intense eyes. “Where the hell is my car?!” Dean growled.
“It’s kinda sweet to see how much you actually care in person,” the other man replied coolly, voice like a low, deep purr.
Dean was taken aback for a moment, trying to process what he’d just said. He released his shirt and stared. “Excuse me? Who are you?” he asked, shooting a look over to Sam. His brother only shrugged, looking equally as confused.
The man adjusted his shirt and ran a hand through his thick, dark colored hair. “I… hm.” There was a pause before he shrugged. “I don’t know. You’ve always just called me baby.”
Baby. Who the hell did he.. “Oh no fucking way,” Dean breathed out after finally putting the pieces together. “No way in hell.” He took a step back, rubbing his eyes to make sure that this wasn’t just a goddamn dream.
Sam was gaping slightly and caught the guy’s eye. “You’re… the Impala,” he said, not so much a question as it was a statement. “How does that happen?”
“Someone named Gabriel. One second I was a car, the next..” He gestured to his body, and stuck out his bottom lip slightly. “He said that you guys would have fun with this. Me. Or something like that.” A grin, almost a smirk, played at his lips as he eyes the two brothers.
Dean was speechless, and that never happened. After one more moment of looking at the man, he turned to face Sam. “Alright. Okay, just… go take care of the bones. I’ll stay here and babysit..” What the hell would he call him? “So do you have a name?”
The younger man shrugged. “You’ve only ever called me ‘baby’.” He was humming a song, like he couldn’t quite get it out of his head. This whole “being a human” thing wasn’t too bad at all. And seeing Sam and Dean for the first time… it was nothing short of amazing.
“Dude, are you humming Led Zeppelin?” he asked, unable to keep back a grin. The guy nodded, watching Sam walk off and tilting his head to the side slightly. God, that Winchester kid has a nice—
“Hey. Eyes up here,” Dean interrupted, snapping his fingers in front of the younger man. “Listen, until we figure this all out, you’re staying here with us. So come on baby, looks like we’re walking to the motel room.”
The other man nodded and followed behind Dean as they walked down the sidewalk. “Sounds good to me,” he responded, grinning devilishly, now humming a Metallica song.
Dean was so glad that no one else could see him blush.
‘SCUSE ME WHILE I SEXPLODE
gskfdlasfgkasfljgljksjfsh *drools, stops breathing and finally explodes into a pile of goo*
He makes awesome black widow too. Why doesn’t he dress like this all the time?
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EVERYONE who reblogs this will get a custom troll
based off their blog!!! Ends may 13th.
your submit has to be open, otherwise you aren’t getting shit
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It’s annoying when you are fucking fed up with someone’s shit but you don’t want to start something so you have to pretend like you don’t care
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Post reblogged from LGBT Laughs with 55,991 notes
if being 100% gay is playing for the other team then i’d like to imagine being pansexual as playing for every team. you just sort of run around between the in and outfields juggling the extra balls and sit a couple innings in the audience eating a hotdog and eventually everyone starts to question whether you even know how to play baseball or not
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Post reblogged from chiropteform macrovirus with 4,582 notes
Women.
Are.
Not.
There.
To.
Be.
USED!
Do you ever read something that changes the entire way you think?
Holy shit.
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WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK AM I LISTENING TO
do you know how long i have been looking for this post
you have no fucking idea
Wait, what.
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