In my mind, Dean is the kind of guy who gets a papercut and doesn’t stop whining about how much it hurts and he carefully wraps a bandage around it and favors the hurt finger until it stops stinging but then he gets shot and he just shrugs it off and says “It’s not a big deal. I’ve had worse.”
every single child who has ever been home sick from school knows the hell that is Baby Looney Tunes
My boyfriend always manages to snap me out of these depression moments. I don’t know how he does it but I thank god I have him.
Life is unfair. You put someone first who puts you second. You study your ass off for a final only to get a C. You give 110% to someone in a relationship who only gives 40%. You’re there for a best friend at 3:00am and the next day they don’t pick up their phone. It seems like you’re giving everyone everything and they’re just walking away with it.
holy shit this made me cry
i am now in tears
He “works” with guys named Sam, Dean and Crowley
He has a really huge “hockey bag” that we’re not allowed to look in
We have an outrageous amount of salt in the basement
(that’s just the start, there’s more in the garage)
He also really likes his leather jacket.
UPDATE: HE’S ALWAYS ON BUSINESS TRIPS AND ONCE CAME HOME FROM A “HOCKEY GAME” WITH A HUGE CUT ON HIS NECK
Your father is a hunter.