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.
Zodiac Aquarius facts.
Hmm so I’ve heard…
superlockedhogwartianinthetardis:
Doctor Who: The only show that has inter-species crime fighting lesbians with a pet potato.
I wonder what we look like to the outside world
Probably more sane than the SPN fandom.
Can I just… YES<3
Long, personal, vent…
Ya know what? I’m getting incredibly sick and tired of this bullshit. For a second there I thought he was finally gonna grow up, at least for a little… Guess I was wrong. I hate that I can’t do anything about it any of this. No, it isn’t stupid boy drama either. It’s family shit that’s focused in another country and it’s gotten to a point where it affects me personally. I’m gonna be honest here, because I can’t keep it bottle up anymore. No one has to read it or care much.
My oldest brother is being sort of a jackass lately. And by lately I mean it’s been going on for the past four years. It didn’t start affecting me until last summer though. Of course I’d always hear and see my dad stressed out about it, but I wasn’t involved. Hell, I still don’t fucking want to be. But at age 32, my brother can’t manage to keep me out of it. You see, I graduate this Friday. So, I had one graduation wish in the beginning of the year, And that was to have both of my brothers, who are half brothers that live in Hungary, come to see this important day in my life. Well, things happened and they both seemed on board with the idea. The middle one ended up having to work more because his second child was born. And even though I’ve always been really close to him, it’s totally understandable. Then, the other one, the oldest, just decided nope, he can’t. Even though he’d told us he’d gotten the OK from work and everything. Yeah, I was bummed, but I got over it. Then, there was drama started in Hungary, that didn’t affect me again. But now? Now it’s gotten personal. See, I believe this graduation is all about me. It’s an important point in my life and I saw both of my brothers graduate as well. And even though I was aware that they couldn’t make it, I sent them each an invite. Along with one of my senior pictures in a frame, with a note. A note in Hungarian about the love of siblings. They arrived there in the mail today. How do I know? Because I was notified by both of my brothers. The oldest one’s message came first. In the form of a Facebook message. You know what I find funny? He sent me an entire paragraph about how he got my ‘gift’ and loved the note that was attached And how I should “enlighten” our other brother about it because he is in “greater need” of that information. And that “while I’m at it, maybe I could enlighten our father about something of the sort as well. Because he has tried so many times and been unsuccessful and ‘wrong’ as our father said.”
… HELL FUCKING YEAH HE’S BEEN WRONG!!! In no way has he been in the right in any of the way he has treated any of this family. Oh, and did I mention that he had to send and after thought message, thanking me for sending it to him? No? Well, yeah, that happened too. And there was no “congrats” or any mention of the graduation. He managed to make it all about him and try to pull me into the drama. I guess he doesn’t realize that this has nothing to do with me and I want no part in it. And that he’s hurting people I love, and hurting me. And if he does pull me in, I won’t be on his side. I’ll side with my father, and our middle brother WHO I FUCKING GREW UP WITH. And who aren’t sitting here hurting the family.
The other brother called me when he got home from work. His first thing was to say thank you and that he’s so proud of me and he can’t believe how much I’ve grown up. He also apologized repeatedly for not being able to make my graduation, and that the invitation was cute and the pictures were beautiful and he can’t wait to see more after the commencement ceremony. We talked for about 20 minutes and that’s all we went on about. And how he’ll make it up to me when I go home to Hungary in a month and we will definitely celebrate.
Needless to say, I cried at both of their notifications. But for clearly different reasons. With my older brother, it was tears of joy. Sure, it sucks that he can’t come, but that was probably the greatest phone call I’ve had in a while. It meant so much. My oldest brother made me cry tears of anger and hurt and sadness. And not only me, but my mother, when I showed her the message. That’s not okay. And that just makes me hurt more and makes me angrier. I’m just done.
Sorry, I needed that off my chest. I just… I can’t take it anymore. And as excited I am to go home and visit, I’m terrified of how I’m going to deal with it when I’m actually in Hungary.
Also because of the fact that he was singing Carry on my Wayward Son
The moment in the movie when every Supernatural fan fell in love with this guy.
(Source: rbieber)
