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I think Sherlock also knows that feeling way too well 

I freaked out...

I make it all the way through to end then laugh for 5 mins and reblog when my mind starts working again.

I want to see Castiel crying.

Like, no man tears, no looking away, A FULL ON BREAKDOWN. He’s been holding onto so much shit and burying all his frustrations, anger, sadness, fear-EVERYTHING- 60 feet under bloody hell and I want him to scream, to cry rivers and have a friggin breakdown in enochian while hugging Dean as tightly as he can. I want him to choke on his own tears and GET IT ALL OUT of his system.

Then I want Dean to embrace him gently, yet firmly, and allow Castiel to bury his face into his shoulder, whispering,”We’re gonna figure this out, Cas. It’s not okay, but it’s gonna be. I promise.”

Then they bake a cherry licorice pie together and kiss probably with sam telling them to get a room

same tbh

me 24/7