do you ever just sit there and think you’re not good enough for anyone to really actually like you or even love you for more than a few weeks and that you’re not good enough at anything to make an actual career out of it so your whole life you’re just gonna be coasting having friends but no best friends and working at an average level and just being nothing
and it occurred to me, Crowley has service in Hell. He has a number that is literally impossible.
Therefore, Hell must have it’s own network
then it occurred to me only demons can use this network. But how? Must be in their aura or blood or something.
I repeat, it’s probably something in their blood
Sam has demon blood.
Conclusion: Sam gets his wifi from hell which is why he gets wifi everywhere
i dont say “no” to drugs
i say “no thank you” because i wasnt raised in a fucking barn like some of you hoodlums
Cas with like ten other fallen angels hanging out in the bunker, burning their lips on their tea every time they try to take a sip, gossiping in Enochian, and when Dean comes in with a fresh tray of snacks they all abruptly stop talking and look at him.
“What were you talking about?” Dean wouldn’t normally pry, but Cas is blushing and now he’s curious.
From a couch at the back of the room, one of the angels pipes up helpfully, “Not your butt!”
SHE KILLED BABY. I CAN’T.