But, in the coming months, you will have more decisions to make. I don't envy the weight that's on your shoulders, Dean. I truly don't.

audreyii-fic:

angelholme:

audreyii-fic:

get-your-ass-in-the-impala:

audreyii-fic:

lumos5001:

khan-locked:

i think i’ve changed my mind about superwholock

plot twist: an alien invasion isn’t how Eleven dies, it’s the Winchesters

This brings back my thesis that every fanfic — every fanfic on every subject in every fandom — can be improved by adding “And then the Winchesters shot them” to the last line.

Go on. Try it. I’ll wait.

Jesus.

If you insist.

“May the undeserved kindness of the Lord Jesus Christ be with the holy ones. And then the Winchesters shot them.” (Revelation 22:21)

See?

The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded the corner. Harry’s hand was still raised in farewell.

"He’ll be alright” murmured Ginny.

As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absent-mindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead.

“I know he will”

The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years.

All was well.

And then the Winchesters shot them.

we have a winner.