This really reminds me of a graphic I made when Superwho first came out. GIFs make it 100% more awesome though :D
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For those watching Torchwood: Miracle Day
How do you think the whole immortality shebang would impact Dean and Sam’s ability to gank demons? Would the morphic field apply to possessed bodies? Would the initial blow force the demon to evacuate, but leave the possessed victim alive inside, with the memories of everything they did, trapped in their body and ‘mortally’ wounded? How could they cope with that? How would Dean and his uncontrollable guilt complex cope with that? Would he try to help them? Where would they put the category threes? Wouldn’t one of them eventually become a category three themselves, what with their legendary injury rate and all?
Would Castiel, previously immortal, become mortal? And in becoming mortal, would he lose his grace? Would the grace of every angel be forced back to heaven upon the emergence of the morphic field? How would heaven, hell and purgatory deal with the complete lack of new souls? Would a demon cease healing? Would Crowley become completely vulnerable? Would he throw a shitfit at the lack of soul-supplies? How would those recently inducted into hell feel about just having missed the cut off point? How the fuck would Death feel? And the Reapers? Essentially made redundant? Would Death come to Dean for help, to cash in a favour, as it were?
SO MANY QUESTIONS. Oh, Superwood. You bring me such mind pickly joy.
9 months ago on September 05, 2011 at 12:50am
SAM: You can’t begrudge Cas a little fun, Dean. He’s never really had friends before.
DEAN: He has us.
10 months ago on July 09, 2011 at 08:05pm
SUPERWHO: Give, Take and Ponchos - Dean/Castiel
GIVE, TAKE AND PONCHOS: Castiel has a new trick, one Dean’s never seen, and when he starts using it on the Doctor Dean’s jealousy drives Sam around the bend.
PG-13
Castiel and the Doctor have been gone for three hours by the time they both suddenly appear in the middle of Bobby’s living room, pink-faced and crazy-haired and sending a stack of papers sky high. The sheets flutter through the air like confetti and the Doctor’s still giggling by the time they touch the floor.
“Look what the Cas dragged in!” Amy catcalls from her place sprawled on the sofa, long limbs everywhere, fanning herself with a tomb on ancient Aztec mythology. It’s a hot summer’s day in South Dakota and she’s wearing as few clothes as are logically possible around a handsy Dean and a husband with a sword. “How were Adam and Eve?”
The Doctor sashays over to her, hands clasped and eyes bright, “I think you mean Adam and Steve.”
10 months ago on July 09, 2011 at 07:19pm
DOCTOR: You’re not alone in feeling so lonely, Castiel. I know what it’s like. To lose your people, to be consumed by war -
CASTIEL: No, Doctor. You know what it’s like to have a family. A family spread through time and space. There are hundreds of them, willing to die for you, to follow you to the end of the Earth - even to trust in nothing more than your name. All this you have when I couldn’t persuade one… broken, loyal man to stand by my side. So please, Doctor. Continue. I would love to hear about your comfortable definition of loneliness.
11 months ago on June 26, 2011 at 05:16am
![RORY: You’re not meant to be here so don’t… touch anything.
[DEAN reaches for a lever and AMY slaps his hand]
AMY: You heard the man. We don’t know how to drive this thing. And Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee could be back any second.DEAN: Huh. Where’re they now?AMY: The Doctor’s wanted to try angel transport since Cas let slip he doesn’t travel in the vortex but outside it, or something like that, I gave up listening when he started squealing in ultrasonic. You should’ve seen him, he had to sit down and have a cup of tea. I thought he was going to wet his tweed. He’s probably giggling himself into a seizure halfway across the continuum by now, the silly sod.DEAN: Cute.AMY: Green brings out your eyes, Yankee.
- fanfic](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnbpy83plN1qzx1ixo1_1280.jpg)
RORY: You’re not meant to be here so don’t… touch anything.
[DEAN reaches for a lever and AMY slaps his hand]
AMY: You heard the man. We don’t know how to drive this thing. And Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee could be back any second.
DEAN: Huh. Where’re they now?
AMY: The Doctor’s wanted to try angel transport since Cas let slip he doesn’t travel in the vortex but outside it, or something like that, I gave up listening when he started squealing in ultrasonic. You should’ve seen him, he had to sit down and have a cup of tea. I thought he was going to wet his tweed. He’s probably giggling himself into a seizure halfway across the continuum by now, the silly sod.
DEAN: Cute.
AMY: Green brings out your eyes, Yankee.
11 months ago on June 25, 2011 at 03:08am
![[AMY shoves DEAN into the TARDIS]
DEAN: This is a damn sight fancier than the last spaceship that abducted me, I give you that. Where’d you keep the anal probes?
AMY: Under the bed. Well. Bunk bed.
RORY: Now all the probes are. Uh. Accounted for. Welcome! To the TARDIS. You’re not meant to be here so don’t… touch anything.
- fanfic](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnbpf44tb61qzx1ixo1_1280.jpg)
[AMY shoves DEAN into the TARDIS]
DEAN: This is a damn sight fancier than the last spaceship that abducted me, I give you that. Where’d you keep the anal probes?
AMY: Under the bed. Well. Bunk bed.
RORY: Now all the probes are. Uh. Accounted for. Welcome! To the TARDIS. You’re not meant to be here so don’t… touch anything.
11 months ago on June 25, 2011 at 02:57am
SUPERWHO: Camper in Enochian (1/2)
CAMPER IN ENOCHIAN: The Doctor’s fluent in Enochian, and Dean begins to feel horribly left out, until the Ponds plot a long overdue and very necessary linguistic intervention.
PG-13 (this part). Dean/Castiel, Amy/Rory, mentions of River/Doctor and Doctor/Sam. Heavy on the Doctor/Castiel bromance.
From this prompt, for mind-the-thorns.
It starts out innocuously enough. Or as innocuous as it’s ever been since the Doctor and his friends gate-crashed Bobby’s tiny living room with a hundred questions, an aversion to guns and some weird fucking accents.
Dean’s being a dick, Sam’s getting pissy, Bobby’s growling at them all for being pissy dicks, and Castiel’s mumbling something under his breath. Something old and incomprehensible and frustrated. And no one else pays it much attention (it’s a regular occurrence) but the Doctor’s ears prick up, like a puppy hearing its name, and he rounds on Castiel with a sudden tirade of tangled, guttural sounds that may be words on another world. Castiel’s eyes widen with something that looks like an awful cocktail of surprise and nostalgia and deep, ancient HURT but then he’s babbling away, and Dean suddenly ceases in beating Sam over the head with Colt’s diary because he’s never seen Castiel speak like that. Ever. He’s loud and deep and dark as the universe and almost painfully animated, limbs flailing all over the place and blue eyes bright as marbles in his rapidly twisting, broadly beaming face.
11 months ago on June 25, 2011 at 01:47am
CASTIEL: Hello?
MASTER: You left me here. You brought me back, and then you dumped me in the desert like a newborn kitten on the side of the road.
CASTIEL: I assumed you could take care of yourself.
MASTER: I can. I was just pointing out that you really need to stop playing out your abandonment issues. You’re becoming Freud’s wet dream. Trust me - I’ve met him.
CASTIEL: Stop.
MASTER: He was a kinky git too.
CASTIEL: Stop.
MASTER: Oh, you. You know I love it. The chase is where all the fun’s at. And what wonderful fun I’m having. I’m coming for you, Cassie. And when I find you -
CASTIEL: You won’t. Not even your astronomic ego can help you now.
MASTER: Oh, my astronomic ego can work wonders. I’m going to find you. And when I do I’m going to bleed the souls from your pores, one by one.
CASTIEL: Who do you think you’re talking to? I am your God.
MASTER: And I am your Master.
11 months ago on June 24, 2011 at 05:12pm
![[BOBBY enters the room and RIVER near enough purrs.]
RIVER: My, I love a man with a beard. Scratches all my itches.DOCTOR: River.RIVER: Oh hush, darling! I’m just being friendly.DEAN: Beards, huh? Seriously?RIVER: Come now, just because you lost yours.DEAN: I what now?RIVER: What? Don’t we talk about Lisa anymore?](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln9fstxnn31qzx1ixo1_1280.jpg)
[BOBBY enters the room and RIVER near enough purrs.]
RIVER: My, I love a man with a beard. Scratches all my itches.
DOCTOR: River.
RIVER: Oh hush, darling! I’m just being friendly.
DEAN: Beards, huh? Seriously?
RIVER: Come now, just because you lost yours.
DEAN: I what now?
RIVER: What? Don’t we talk about Lisa anymore?
11 months ago on June 23, 2011 at 09:34pm
Dean: Well, how do I look?
Doctor: Er, great. Very handsome. What’s the occasion?
Dean: Amy keeps insisting that I take Cas on a “proper date”. That’s what she calls it. I don’t know what it means, but it sounds formal, so… voila.
Doctor: Oh, you kids. Have fun!
Dean: We’ll try!
![[DEAN and BOBBY leave an unconscious SAM to confront Castiel. Moments later a soft ‘vrop vrop’ sounds from the corner as the TARDIS lands. The DOCTOR steps out, sighs softly, and takes DEAN’S empty seat. He remains silent for a long moment.]
DOCTOR: Samuel Winchester, the boy with the demon blood. Son of Azazel, vessel of Lucifer. ‘The abomination’, they used to call you. That’s what it said in the history books, before you had to go and change everything. History’s being rewritten as you sleep, Sam. A thousand planets will know your name. In galaxies so far from here people will be telling stories about the boy who embraced Hell with open arms, just to be with his brother.
But until then you should get some sleep. You’ve got a busy few years ahead of you, full of things you can’t even imagine now - gods and demigods and things from above. And in 2014, on a suspiciously snowy day in April, you’ll meet me. And we’re going to be spectacular, Sam. We’re going to be breathtaking. It’s going to be ludicrously dangerous and stupidly good fun, but there’s a lot of running so get some rest. Doctor’s orders. Oh, and try to keep yourself in one piece until I get to you. I recommend being significantly less noble and self-sacrificing. That’s my job.
Sleep well, Sam. And keep strong. I’ll be seeing you very soon.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmt6poH5R31qzx1ixo1_1280.jpg)
[DEAN and BOBBY leave an unconscious SAM to confront Castiel. Moments later a soft ‘vrop vrop’ sounds from the corner as the TARDIS lands. The DOCTOR steps out, sighs softly, and takes DEAN’S empty seat. He remains silent for a long moment.]
DOCTOR: Samuel Winchester, the boy with the demon blood. Son of Azazel, vessel of Lucifer. ‘The abomination’, they used to call you. That’s what it said in the history books, before you had to go and change everything. History’s being rewritten as you sleep, Sam. A thousand planets will know your name. In galaxies so far from here people will be telling stories about the boy who embraced Hell with open arms, just to be with his brother.
But until then you should get some sleep. You’ve got a busy few years ahead of you, full of things you can’t even imagine now - gods and demigods and things from above. And in 2014, on a suspiciously snowy day in April, you’ll meet me. And we’re going to be spectacular, Sam. We’re going to be breathtaking. It’s going to be ludicrously dangerous and stupidly good fun, but there’s a lot of running so get some rest. Doctor’s orders. Oh, and try to keep yourself in one piece until I get to you. I recommend being significantly less noble and self-sacrificing. That’s my job.
Sleep well, Sam. And keep strong. I’ll be seeing you very soon.
11 months ago on June 15, 2011 at 02:56am
DEAN: Well hey there, gorgeous. Where the hell have you been all my life?
AMY: Waiting for you, pretty boy.
DOCTOR: Rory… have you ever wondered what would happen if an unstoppable force met an immovable object?
RORY: Uh. I don’t particularly want to find out.
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11 months ago on June 15, 2011 at 12:47am
Amy: Cas, what’s wrong?
Castiel: Dean has… given up on me. He doesn’t understand.
Amy: What doesn’t he understand?
Castiel: I need to find Purgatory. I need to get those souls to beat Raphael, to end the war. I brought Sam back from Hell for him, and he just… He doesn’t understand. He thinks I need to “stop being a power-hungry attention whore”. I heard him say that. He prayed about it.
Amy: …Well, you know what I think you need?
Castiel: What?
Amy: A hug.AMEN, SISTA
