Dean: Hey Cas, Sam’s cooking dinner.
Cas: Oh good for him.
Dean: Would you like your wings extra crispy?
Dean: You gotta admit that was pretty funny.
Dean: But seriously, do you want your wings extra crispy?
Cas: Well, I should answer that quickly before they burn.
Cas: On the ceiling.
Cas: Like your mother.
the last sentence of the majority of my texts
I took a panoramic photo at a concert and lights changed in the middle of it. This is the result
Glass headstonesImagine a graveyard full of these on a sunny day. It would be so beautiful.
I would position mine so that every day when the sun was in the right position it would set fire to the roof of someone I hated, thus achieving revenge from beyond the grave every single day.
There are two kinds of people