They jump off the broom and run unto each other and make out feverishly after every game, as if they just had near death experiences.
Dean rides an Impala! So lovely.
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Dean hasn’t been too good since The Explosion that razed a warehouse to the ground, wiped out an acre of trees in the immediate vicinity and successfully killed god.
He drinks a lot. More than before. Drying to dissolve the throbbing, bitter irony that they didn’t even need to do anything to stop Cas - he self-destructed. The bastard was doing their dirty work for them, right up until the end. They always knew he had the potential to go nuclear. And even though his external facade was one of tranquillity and calm control, inside he was being pulled apart by undiluted power. There was only so long he could hold it together.
The world’s been quiet since The Explosion blasted noise from the sky and left their ears ringing. Word’s out that the Winchesters killed god, after all. Turns out a reputation like that is a damn sight more effective than any sigil, but like good boy scouts they keep some up anyway.
Only then there’s a tiny dude in a trenchcoat standing in Bobby’s front room, and Dean thinks whoever invented sigils was a dick.
DOCTOR: By touching you, these angels can teleport you back in time.
DEAN: Do they make sure you can poop after?
DEAN: ‘cause wise-ass over here has no such consideration.
CASTIEL: Dean — Dean that was one time and I apologised.
DEAN: I don’t want you to think this is - this is him, yanno? I wish you’d met him before. So you’d know how wrong this is. How much this —
DEAN: How much this isn’t Cas, but yeah, hurts. Hurts works.
DOCTOR: Almost like you’re grieving. But so, so much worse, because someone else is wearing his skin.
DEAN: How d’you know?
DOCTOR: I’ve seen power wear glorious men before.