I can look at this two ways.
Either I’ve wasted 6 months doing absolutely nothing with my life.
It’s only 6 months until Christmas.
Castiel trails hangdog, soaked, down the hallway, the first night he arrives in the bunker.
Dean, mother-hen to the end, wastes no time; drags him into the bathroom, strips him down, careful, clinical, without even thinking about it. He half-throws Castiel into the bath, runs the water a little more so it covers his knees, and then sits across the room from him, on the closed toilet seat, and prepares himself for listening.
So the way I see it, Jensen has two choices:
1) when serving food to baby JJ say “Justice is served”
2) when serving food to baby JJ say “baby ackles gets some snackles”
i hate having crushes because it makes me go from sassy independent beyonce to annoying clingy taylor swift in approximately two situations of direct eye contact
i think tumblr’s just trying to get rid of all of us by making all these shitty changes well you know what david karp i’m not gonna back down