hunters-in-the-sherlocked-tardis:
JACK: Hey, good lookin’.
DEAN: Sorry, pal. Not my type.
JACK: Not your type? Blue eyes, long coat, unspeakably old and a little bit immortal? I’m your type on legs, big boy.
I NEVER KNEW I WANTED THIS UNTIL NOW
CAN YOU IMAGINE THE SASS
GOOD LAWD
JUST THINK, CAS WALKS IN TO JACK FLIRTING WITH DEAN AND GOES INTO DEFENSE MODE AND GETS ALL UP IN HIS FACE LIKE “I’M AN ANGEL OF THE FUCKING LORD, I WILL SMITE YOU IF YOU LAY A SINGLE EYELASH ON HIM.”
YES
On the upside, if he can’t have Dean, Sam will have found someone durable enough to bang
^you yes perfect what you said i like
Harkstiel