| dean: | hey sammy i gotta talk to you about something |
| sam: | k |
| dean: | so...so it's like this all right |
| dean: | you know how i love pie the best |
| sam: | *sigh* yes i know how you love pie the best |
| dean: | yeah, i always did. since i can remember. |
| dean: | and if anybody ever even asked me to eat cake-- |
| sam: | you'd throw a bitch fit |
| dean: | i'd politely decline, shut up sammy i'm talking |
| dean: | anyway, all my life it was pie and not cake, not ever. |
| dean: | but imagine that one day this cake came into my life |
| dean: | this really amazing cake |
| dean: | like it looks like the most delicious thing to sit on a plate |
| dean: | plucked from god's own dessert tray if you will |
| dean: | and i'm like, damn, i need to eat this cake right now |
| dean: | and it's not like i don't still love pie, right, like pie is still awesome |
| dean: | but this cake looks so good that i might never eat pie again |
| dean: | i could see myself making sweet love to this cake for the rest of my life |
| sam: | dean wat |
| dean: | |
| sam: | what are you even saying |
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| dean: | i might be a little bit gay for cas |
| me: | wow i have so much work to do |
| me: | --goes on tumblr-- |
| me: | --watches a movie-- |
| me: | --writes a novel-- |
| me: | --teaches myself sitar-- |
| me: | --climbs a mountain-- |
| me: | --backpacks through europe-- |
| me: | why am i not getting anything done |
walk up into the club like what up i got a big cock
you are a 16 year old girl
and your point is?????
please stop reblogging this it was a bad idea
(via castielofasgard)
