jacewinchester replied to your post: C-can I bring Tom to the wedding? Would the be okay? I mean if he’s feeling up for it. He’s been sick…I want you guys to get along.

Thanks. I know he talked to you before and was kind of a jerk, but that’s just ‘cos I was really upset at the time and he was just doin’ it for me like you would with Cas.

It’s alright, I get it. No need to explain.

Yeah, of course, if he’s your boyfriend he’s part of the family. -Winces a bit- About time we all meet him. I hope he feels better soon. -Pats Jace’s shoulder kind of awkwardly-

angelswatchingoveryou replied to your post: -fixes his tie- Calm down. You’re just nervous. It’s not that tight. Everything’s gonna be fine, Dean. We both know you’ve been as good as married for a long time. This is just a big party to prove it -smiles- Congratulations, baby. -hugs him-

Me too, baby. Very happy. Don’t be nervous. It’s Cas! Everything will be fine.

Thanks -Smiles more, wiggles his arms a bit and then hugs her again- Let’s just hope I don’t get up there and make myself look like an idiot.

This is my message to you-ou-ou..

(Source: slexipedia, via over-coat)

I’m totally not- -sighs- yeah I’m pretty nervous. -Smiles a bit- Thanks, mom. -Returns the hug- I’m so happy you get to be here for this.

weeklyworldnews said: [AND I’M THE BOUNCER.]

ooc: Yes!!!

You hear that demons? Watch the fuck out or you’ll be smote…? smited? Basically ripped to shreds.

Time For A Wedding 

Everything was set up. The chairs, the flowers, everything was ready to go. Everything but Dean. In a few hours Cas and him would be up in front of all the guests blabbering mushy shit about each other and then kissing. This made the hunter nervous, the mushy shit, he was never so good at the mushy shit. He pulled the folded up piece of paper out of his pocket and skimmed it one more time, mumbling his vows to himself trying to make sure he memorized it right.

Dean tugged at the tie he’d been wearing for the last half an hour, “Goddamn piece of shit mother fucking-” he grumbled a list of swear words a mile long at the small innocent piece of clothing. “Why are you so damn tight!?” He hissed finally loosening it a bit as he stared into the mirror.

He was getting married. Dean Winchester, married…. He could hardly believe it, for fucks sake he was marrying an angel. Not like “Oh yeah, he’s an angel.” But like a dude with wings. And well, he was marrying a dude. That part didn’t bother him at all. The whole wedding thing kinda freaked him out though. Like they had their secret marriage and that was awesome, but this… A sort of show for everybody to see, Dean wasn’t too fond of that.

Whatever, he was happy, sure it might not last long. Nothing ever does, but he only had one option and that was to grab onto this moment, grab onto Cas and never let go for as long as he could. So that’s exactly what he was going to do. Damn the consequences.

OOC: Fuck Waiting We’re Getting Married. 

• If you want to join in the celebration tag your posts with “destielwedding”
• Umm, Demons and shit aren’t invited (Obviously, unless of course you want to go to a place full of hunters and angels… Your choice…”
• If you’re family you merit an invite.
• If you’re friends of either groom you merit an invite.
• We never sent out actual invitations. /lazy/

close-to-blasphemy:

mishasminions:

I HAVE IT IN MY HEAD THAT DEAN WAS ALREADY PROMISED TO CASTIEL LONG BEFORE HE WAS BORN. AND THAT CASTIEL HAD ALREADY MET MARY WHEN SHE WAS YOUNG AND FORMALLY ASKED FOR DEAN’S SOUL HAND. AND SHE’S OBVIOUSLY ALL FOR IT.

SO INSTEAD OF FAIRY TALES OF PRINCES SAVING PRINCESSES, MARY TELLS DEAN STORIES ABOUT ANGELS AND THIS ONE PARTICULAR ANGEL WHO SHE SAYS WILL ALWAYS GUARD HIM AND PROTECT HIM NO MATTER WHAT, THAT THIS ANGEL LOVES HIM VERY MUCH, AND THAT THIS ANGEL IS PROMISED TO HIM.

SO DEAN HAS ALWAYS BEEN BRAVE BECAUSE HE TAKES COMFORT IN THE STORIES HIS MOM HAS TOLD HIM; THAT HE HAS THIS ANGEL ON HIS SHOULDER WHO WILL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR HIM,  SAVE HIM WHEN HE GETS INTO TROUBLE, AND SPEND HIS “HAPPILY EVER AFTER” WITH HIM. BUT DEAN DOESN’T THINK THE STORIES ARE REAL. THOSE ARE JUST STORIES THAT HIS MOM TELLS HIM TO HELP HIM SLEEP BETTER AT NIGHT. SECRETLY THOUGH, HE HOPES THEY’RE REAL.

BUT THEN HE FINDS HIMSELF IN HELL AND HE’S LOSING HIS FAITH IN EVERYTHING. AND HE HATES HIMSELF FOR EVEN REMOTELY BELIEVING IN THOSE STORIES, WHICH HE’S FINDING, ARE COMPLETE BULLSHIT. THERE’S NO ONE LOOKING OUT FOR HIM. HE’S ALONE.

ALL OF A SUDDEN, A BRIGHT LIGHT ERUPTS AND THERE’S A HAND ON HIS SHOULDER AND HE’S RESCUED FROM PERDITION AND EVERY VARIATION OF IT.

HE’S STARING DOWN CASTIEL FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME AND ALL HE CAN THINK IS, “MOM WAS RIGHT”

And that’s how Mary Winchester invented Destiel.

^^^

(via thetrenchcoatangel)

(Source: amonkira, via bossy-andshort)