#sabriel

I like to imagine high school age otp where they’re at a dance and Person A is completely killing it they look/dance so good and B is just standing off to the side watching them but trying to look like they aren’t. And then during the slow song A just waltzes up to B and sweeps them onto the dance floor.

“We’re supposed to be doing a school project so you came over to my house but before we could do anything, you saw my dog and now you won’t let them go please we need to get this done.”

“My dumb ass of a room mate just set the microwave on fire and you’re one of the firemen who showed up and now I’m need an ambulance cause damn ur hot.”

“My dick of an ex was trying to knock down my door but you stopped them thank you so much. Let me make you thank you brownies.”

“I was chilling in my room when you knocked on my window asking me if I could come kill a spider for you. I LIVE ON THE FIFTH FLOOR HOW WAS THE WINDOW A GOOD IDEA TO YOU.”

mending a charter stone

One of my absolute favorite things about reading and writing fic is the complete and total power the author has to fuck around. Like, we can make anything happen at all, and while we like the stories where our otp gets together and everyone’s happy, it doesn’t have to be good. You like this character? Okay, let’s expose their flaws and put them through hell as they try to hide and fix them. This ship? Oh, sure, they can be happy for awhile and then - BAM ! - one of them gets kidnapped, dies, leaves, and the other half is a wreck. Did you miss this minor plotpoint the first time around? Let’s expand on that, now it’s all you can think about! You clicked on this fic, now there’s no way out. Suffer.

“They mean everything to you, don’t they?”

“They mean everything and nothing at all.”

Dean: if you had to choose between Gabe and all the money I have in my pocket, which would you choose?

Sam: depends. How much money are we talking?

Gabe:Sam???

Dean: eleven cents

Sam:sold

Gabe:SAM?!?!??

Sam: you should always say ‘please and thank you’

Gabe: please shut the fuck up, thank you

Sam: not what I meant, but progress

go check it outhere 

AND IT’S JUST MMM BOI

BC IT’S GOT GOOD GRAMMAR AND SPELLING

AND THE PLOT MAKES SENSE

AND THE CHARACTERS ARE WELL WRITTEN

AND YOU CAN HEAR THEM SAYING THE LINES IN YOUR HEAD

AND IT’S NOT A ONE SHOT

IT HAS CHAPTERS

AND JUST THE LITTLE THINGS IN IT THAT MAKES IT SUCH A DISTINCT STANDOUT

YOU KNOW WHAT I FUCKING MEAN

Sam: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail

Gabriel: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police.

Gabriel: Knock knock.

Sam: Shut the hell up.

Dean: I can’t believe we have Angel powers!

Sam: Let’ s see what powers we have. Super strength?

[Dean karate chops a table in half and Sam kicks a hole in the wall]

Dean:Yup.

Sam: Uh huh. Lickety speed?

[Both teleport to the other side of the bunker library]

Dean:Check.

Sam: Yes, sir. Ability to command the loyalty of other angels?

Dean: Hey, Gabriel! Get in here!

Gabriel, shouting from the other room: Screw you!

Dean: Ain’t got that.

Sam:Nope.

Sam: A bit of trivia, the human body, when drained of most of its blood, will often stop working.

Gabriel: And that’s how I propose we fight the monster.

Sam:

Sam: Oh, my god.

Gabriel: ‘Oh, my god,’ you love it?

Sam: Oh, my god, we’re screwed.

Gabriel: 'Oh, my god, we’re screwed’ you love it?

Sam: No. Oh, my god, we’re screwed we’re screwed.

Gabriel: 'Oh, my god, we’re screwed we’re screwed’ you love it?

Sam: No. Oh, my god, we’re screwed we’re screwed. We’re really really really screwed.

Sam: I wanted to talk to you about Gabriel, man to man, if that were possible.

Castiel: It is possible because we are both men.

Gabriel: I dont have a New Years Resolution.

Sam: Oh no?

Gabriel: No, you don’t need that crap when you’re already perfect.

Gabriel, handing Sam a slip of paper: Here’s a bunch of numbers. They may look random, but they’re my phone number.

Sam: I asked Gabe out.

Dean: Oh, I’m so sorry.

Sam:Why?

Dean: I’m assuming he said no.

Sam: No, he said yes.

Dean: Then I’m sorry for him.

Gabriel: Is this about me?

Sam:No.

Gabriel: Then I’ve lost interest.

In the Apocolypse Universe

Gabriel: Go. I can buy some time.

Sam: Gabriel, don’t.

Gabriel: All I did on Earth was run. I’m not running anymore.

Gabriel:GO!

Gabriel: *Gets stabbed*

Gabriel: It’s only a flesh wound.

Gabriel: This week, its all about stressed.

Sam:Stressed?

Gabriel: “Desserts” backwards.

Confessions of a Perfektionist (1)

“I had it all planned out, you know? Aways knew who I am and what I want. Always knew what to do and where to go. How I’d act and what kind of people I’d befriend. Where I’d live and what I’d work on. How many pets I’d have and when I’d have them. Just… who I would be.

But now? With you here? You’ve inflicted so much chaos in me; so many emotions. And I don’t even know what I’m thinking anymore. And If you’d ask me to I’d throw everything out the window.

And I mean it. All of it. All I’ve worked on the past years-no my entire life-.All that I had planned and all that I had yet to do. Just …everything.

Without a second thought. Without looking back.

And I’ve never been more scared.

I’ve never felt more alive.”

Based on/an opposite side to this post which I received from @iwishforausername