My name is Claire Novak. Five years ago, my father agreed to become an angel's vessel again when he had a chance to escape. He did it to save my life. He never came home. So this is for you, Daddy. Don't worry, I'll find them all. 'Cause when you've had an angel's grace inside you, it's not hard to track all those sons of bitches down. My name is Claire Novak, and I remember everything.
“This is all your fault, Prongs.”
“It would have gone fine if you had just STAYED IN THE CAR.”
Shit guys, please tell me that Moony got away…
"you’re coming with me, Crane"
i s2g if i hear one more person say ‘if global warming’s real why is it so cold’ i’m gonna smack them round the face with science
I think they forget that not everybody speaks Winchester.
*whispers into the night* someone needs to write a fic where Cecil gets all sexually flustered by Carlos’ badboy behavior like eating toast, believing in mountains,and using pens
oKAY WHAT THE SHIT IS NIGHT VALE