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WAIT GUYS
Okay I was listening to Misty Mountains Cold from The Hobbit OST and there’s a violin in it right
WHAT IF JOHN DID SOMETHING AFTER THE FALL AND GOT HURT. WHAT IF HE’S IN A COMA AND SHERLOCK IS BY HIS BEDSIDE PLAYING VIOLIN. WHAT IF HE’S DREAMING HE’S A HOBBIT AND THAT’S WHY SMAUG IS VOICED BY BENEDICT OMFG IM SAD NOW WHAT HAVE I DONE
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oh dean, my poor baby. ;__;
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please tell me this is a troll
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FOUR TIMES MY OTP BRUISED MY HEARTDEAN: You gotta level with me and tell me what’s going on. Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not working with Crowley.
[CASTIEL looks away]
DEAN: Son of a bitch.
— 0620 the man who would be king [3/4]
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“No-no-no - Dean, no, I -” Cas stopped talking abruptly when Dean deposited Jo in his arms anyway. In fact, his entire body froze, even though the way he was holding her was uncomfortable for both of them, because he was worried that if he moved he’d drop her, and as he understood it tiny humans were very fragile. “Take her back,” he hissed.
Dean laughed. “Come on Cas, it’s not that hard. Here, just - come on, man, she’s not going to crumble if you move. Here - ” Dean adjusted Cas’ arms for him despite the angel’s protests and then propped up the hood of the impala and surveyed the engine.
“Why couldn’t she stay in the car?” asked Castiel. He looked down at Jo, who looked up at him with an expression that suggested she wasn’t any more sure of him than he was of her.
“It’s the middle of summer, Cas, you don’t leave babies in the car in the middle of summer. Anyway, she doesn’t like sitting in there alone.”
“But it has a seat, with straps,” said Castiel. “For safety.”
“You’re safe,” said Dean cheerfully. Cas was fairly certain that Dean was enjoying his discomfort immensely, though he wasn’t sure why. Dean couldn’t possibly be angry with him.
“I’m an Angel of the Lord, Dean,” said Castiel.
“I know, Cas,” said Dean from beneath the hood of the impala, “so is she.”
“Not anymore,” muttered Castiel. He looked down at the baby again, and her eyebrows knitted together in a look of consternation. He realized a moment later that she was mimicking his own expression, and he smoothed his features out. She laughed at him.
“Dean, I need to talk to you about this Mother of All,” said Castiel.
“Haven’t heard from her,” said Dean.
“Well, I didn’t expect she’d be in touch, I just thought you may have-” Cas had to stop talking again because there were suddenly tiny fingers in his mouth.
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