lol this dumbass moth is flying into my laptop screen lol u dumb moth
IT FLEW UNDER MY FINGER WHILE I WAS TYPING IT JUST COMMITED SUICIDE IT PROBABLY READ THIS POST AND GOT SAD IM SO SORRY MOTH IM SORRY U DIED BY MY HAND R.I.P U WERE ONE CHILL MOTH
“Hey Cas did it hurt when you fell down from heaven?” Dean snickers, and then bites down into his burger.
Sam rolls his eyes. “Dean, seriously?”
“What, it lightens the mood, man.”
Cas raised one brow before leaning forward. “How about you?”
Dean looks back at him in mid-chew.
“Did it hurt when you clawed your way out from hell?”
Sam jumps from his seat, a fist in the air.
Title card for Season 9 plays.
I miss you. I fucking miss you and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it. Holy balls, I miss that smile. Fuck.