When Dean Winchester finally dies (for good, this time), Death takes a holiday.
He spends a week going to every fair and carnival in the continental US.
He eats every deep fried concoction possible.
When his holiday comes to an end, he goes to Heaven and knocks on the pearly gates with the head of his cane. He asks to speak with Dean Winchester.
Dean is surprised to find Death there when the angels bring him forward. Death swore that their last meeting, when Death personally escorted Dean’s soul to Heaven, would be the final time they ever saw one another.
“I found it,” Death tells him. “The perfect pie. It was in Muncie, Indiana. Apple, with a flaky, golden crust. The ratio of cinnamon to sugar and its balance with the tart Granny Smith…. it was just perfect. Divine, even.”
Dean stares at Death, unsure of why he is telling him this, but then he looks down. In Death’s hand is a wrinkled, white paper bag. Inside the bag is a slice of the perfect pie.
Dean takes the bag, mystified.
“Thanks for the pickle chips that time,” Death says, then disappears into the void.
did you just give me Death/Dean bromance feels
#And Dean turns back and walks back into the gates#He treks up an inclined road until it flattens and curves around#When he reaches his heaven Dean raises a free hand above his head and yells #’SAM#CAS #LOOKIT! PIE!’ (x)
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the most depressing part of the day is watching as the sky gradually gets darker and knowing that you have done absolutely nothing productive
Man take as many risks as you can in your early 20’s. Go take a year off from school, Travel if you get a chance, Get a Job, have sex with your co worker and then quit that job, Fight your mail man. Like your 20’s is generally the time for you to irresponsible shit so just do it
but don’t do crack tho
imagine a muggleborn in hogwarts starts singing Bohemian Rhapsody under their breath and then another muggleborn notices and starts singing along
and then suddenly all the muggleborns in the area are belting out the lyrics and head banging and every single pureblood is left utterly confused
I want everyone to know that this was taken by a white male.
yes unfortunately i am indeed a white male
Pretty sure that me and like maybe 100,000 other people have been belting/silently singing in our minds/quietly mutter-singing “where’s your mother, fall down dead, dirty mind, dirty mouth, pretty little head” for the past 24 hours or so…
dude get on spotify or smth because eliza rickman is a fucking goddess and I have been playing her music for two days
My favorite moment in A Story About Them.
My headcanon for The Man Who Is Not Short and The Man Who Is Not Tall