Angels are warriors, not babysitters

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minionandproud:

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So Castiel is coming back. We get to see him on our screens on March 23rd. Praise Castiel! Awesome!


Now how do we let the CW know we’re happy about this? Simply turning on your TV isn’t going to cut it unless you have a Nielson box Neither is illegal downloading or streaming it.  Sitting at home and clapping your hands together isn’t going to do much good either (though you will have a nice little endorphin rush).


So how do you make your viewing count?

1) If you are lucky enough to have a Nielson box, or know somebody that has one, watch it live on Television. It’s the most oldschool way of making your viewing count, but it’s also the most difficult to do because there are very few Nielson families out there.

2) You can also make your viewing count by watching it on the CW WebsiteEvery time. Those numbers aren’t nearly as important as the Nielson number, but they are still quite helpful in showing the network that we’re watching. If you end up watching the episodes multiple times, try to do it all on there (this is, of course, if youliked the episode).

3) Tweet important peeps. Don’t spam them, but let them know you appreciate having him back. Be courteous and don’t flood them with a million messages.

Relevant twitter accounts are:
@cw_network and @supernatural_cw
@TheJimMichaels – Executive Producer
@TAronauer – Executive Producer
@Chico6 – CW Director of Publicity

And feel free to let @MishaCollins know we love having him back. : )


4) Write letters. You might want to wait and see where the story goes before doing this. But if you want to write a new letter every week amending your feelings and the season goes on… sure!  Personally I’m going to wait until the end of the season.  

Fanmail may be an oldschool way of expressing your FEELS, but it still works. It shows that you were willing to take the time to sit down and write/print out your feelings, put them in an envelope, and go find a mailbox. It’s not as easy at tweeting… and that’s exactly why it’s important.

Once again that address is:

Supernatural
2465 Wiltshire Blvd.
Suite 880
Beverly Hills, CA 90212

5) ON THE NIGHT of viewing, many people are hoping to trend topics to express their support of Castiel returning. The popular choice on Tumblr is #WelcomeHomeMisha , but some people are preferring to go with #WelcomeBackCastiel . Personally I prefer the latter, but the first one is more popular. Either way, we have astrong history of trending things on Twitter, so let’s pick one of the two (or both or whatever) and trend again.

spread the word!

TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT FOLKS!

Make sure your viewing counts.

koutsoupi:

baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahaha


This is funny. (And I’m religious, so don’t let anybody get you down for posting this. Even the religious think this is funny.)

koutsoupi:

baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahaha

This is funny. (And I’m religious, so don’t let anybody get you down for posting this. Even the religious think this is funny.)

humblyjumbly:

Tossing aside the gross and very real consent issues involved for a moment…
  1. Cas has no valid identification. You need to have that to apply for a marriage license.
  2. Cas shares Jimmy Novak’s DNA. So, if they had tried to find out Cas’ true identity that way — um he is already…

spntweets:

For reference the episodes on that disc are:

4.13- After School Special
4.14- Sex & Violence
4.15-Death Takes a Holiday
4.16- On the Head of a Pin

So, episodes involving a ghost interacting with the boys, a “desperately needed best friend” hanging out with Dean, Reapers, and Castiel.

Sounds like a great time. (Misha! With those clues, bet you he’s there. :D )

I think Castiel did redeem himself. I mean, we say this all the time, but the road to Hell is paved with good intentions… and he really was trying to do the right thing. If that was his downfall, at least he was trying to do the right thing, you know? And he did redeem himself. Obviously there was still a lot of damage caused, with the Leviathans that we still have to try and [deal with]. But we never would have had the chance to see him doing the right thing, see him redeem himself, unless he hadn’t saved us so many times in the past. So it’s like pot calling the kettle black if we get too mad at him. We started the Apocalypse and everything else — we’ve messed up quite a bit and he’s saved our tushes a few times, so now it’s our turn to clean up his mess.

Jared Padalecki (Supernatural Magazine, April 2012)

I couldn’t have said it better myself. Jared. You are amazing.

(via dexternatural)

thefarmstead:

The Boys scramble into position when they see the camera pointed their way, Dean dragging a confused Cas into the shot.
 Jodie takes the photo.
Sam’s kinda squinting, and Cas looks like he’s’ about to fall over, but they look happy. Maybe even a little excited. You can’t tell that Sam’s the only thing keeping Dean standing, that his leg’s been killing him for hours though he’s too stubborn to stop lifting boxes or actually sit down. You can’t tell that the house is about to fall down, that the tree beside the porch is actually growing through the porch, that half the weatherboards are about to fall off the walls. You can’t tell that the place was a steal because the agent couldn’t get rid of it fast enough and took the first offer they suggested. That she almost threw the deed at the boys in her rush to leave after everything was signed.
 Nope. You can’t see any of that.
Jodie grins, looking at the picture of three boys beside the ‘sold’ sign of their first home. Grotty and covered with sweat and dust and matching grins. Well, Sam and Dean’s are matching, Cas is shooting Dean a scowl.
 …It kinda fits.
 ”Yep” she says, holding the camera out with a nod.
“That’s a keeper” she proclaims.
 The boys deflate, Cas wrestling his way out of the headlock Dean has him in as Dean fumbles for a grip on the sign. Sams’ looking at his brother with a frown.
 ”Ya done?” Bobby growls.
Jodie looks up from her camera as he passes, another box of hand me down house ware in his arms. His voice is all deep and annoyed dipped in a layer of fake gruff. But she won’t tell.
 ”These kids don’t need an excuse to slack off” he mutters, shifting the box in his arms and nodding towards his pick up, the tray hidden by more of Bobby’s caste offs. The Impala’s beside it and in a similar state, trunk propped open by a broken broom instead of its usual shotgun.
 She holds the camera out to him, tilting the screen and watches the surly man fight off a smile.
“They’re all pretty as princess’s- can we get a move on? I’d like to finish before I’m in the ground” He raises his voice at the end, looking over towards the boys, but they’re already growling at each other, their own voices raising one by one.
 ”Just use the damn cane!” Sam says.
“No- I’m fine!”
“No- you are an idiot” Cas snaps.
Dean scowls.
“I’m fin-
“Then let go of the sign.”
 Cas’s challenge sits between them, and Deans’ knuckles are visibly white from here, both are glaring as Sam rolls his eyes.
 Dean doesn’t move.
 ”You’ve just overdone it man,” Sam tells him, holding out the cane. Dean stares at it.
“I’m not an invalid”, he mutters.
“No. You are an idiot” Cas repeats. He snatches the cane from Sam and shoves it in Deans hand.
“Use. The. Cane” he growls, before turning on his heel and collecting another box.
 Dean mutters under his breathe, sitting on the sign, wringing the cane in his hands as Sam joins Cas at the car.
 ”He’s not going to get away with anything- not with those two” Jodie notes as Bobby drops his box at his feet with a muffled ‘thunk’, stretching his back.
 ”Nope”
“Might do him some good” she adds, Bobby rolls his eyes.
“Might” he agrees.
 No one says anything as Dean stands up, cane in hand, and hobbles over to the impala.
 Bobby leans against the fencepost beside her.
“You didn’t need to help ya know. I could’a covered it” he says quietly, watching Dean sit down in the front seat of his baby as Cas and Sam started lugging boxes towards the house. The radio starts blearing, strains of Creedence Clearwater Revival that don’t quite cover Deans moping.
 Jodie leans back, stowing the camera in her pocket.
 ”It was my moving in present”
 Boby scowls at his linked hands.
“I had a bit more stashed, could’a done it by myself”
“I’m still amazed the boys let you help at all” Jodie admits,
Bobby grins.
“You think they had a choice? They were drinking all my beer”
 ”Yes of course. Purely selfish reasons for buying you’re boys a house.”
“And don’t you forget it”
 ”That you’re a sweetheart? Never”
 Jodie doesn’t think Boby’s blush will ever get old.

thefarmstead:

The Boys scramble into position when they see the camera pointed their way, Dean dragging a confused Cas into the shot.

 Jodie takes the photo.

Sam’s kinda squinting, and Cas looks like he’s’ about to fall over, but they look happy. Maybe even a little excited. You can’t tell that Sam’s the only thing keeping Dean standing, that his leg’s been killing him for hours though he’s too stubborn to stop lifting boxes or actually sit down. You can’t tell that the house is about to fall down, that the tree beside the porch is actually growing through the porch, that half the weatherboards are about to fall off the walls. You can’t tell that the place was a steal because the agent couldn’t get rid of it fast enough and took the first offer they suggested. That she almost threw the deed at the boys in her rush to leave after everything was signed.

 Nope. You can’t see any of that.

Jodie grins, looking at the picture of three boys beside the ‘sold’ sign of their first home. Grotty and covered with sweat and dust and matching grins. Well, Sam and Dean’s are matching, Cas is shooting Dean a scowl.

 …It kinda fits.

 ”Yep” she says, holding the camera out with a nod.

“That’s a keeper” she proclaims.

 The boys deflate, Cas wrestling his way out of the headlock Dean has him in as Dean fumbles for a grip on the sign. Sams’ looking at his brother with a frown.

 ”Ya done?” Bobby growls.

Jodie looks up from her camera as he passes, another box of hand me down house ware in his arms. His voice is all deep and annoyed dipped in a layer of fake gruff. But she won’t tell.

 ”These kids don’t need an excuse to slack off” he mutters, shifting the box in his arms and nodding towards his pick up, the tray hidden by more of Bobby’s caste offs. The Impala’s beside it and in a similar state, trunk propped open by a broken broom instead of its usual shotgun.

 She holds the camera out to him, tilting the screen and watches the surly man fight off a smile.

“They’re all pretty as princess’s- can we get a move on? I’d like to finish before I’m in the ground” He raises his voice at the end, looking over towards the boys, but they’re already growling at each other, their own voices raising one by one.

 ”Just use the damn cane!” Sam says.

“No- I’m fine!”

“No- you are an idiot” Cas snaps.

Dean scowls.

“I’m fin-

“Then let go of the sign.”

 Cas’s challenge sits between them, and Deans’ knuckles are visibly white from here, both are glaring as Sam rolls his eyes.

 Dean doesn’t move.

 ”You’ve just overdone it man,” Sam tells him, holding out the cane. Dean stares at it.

“I’m not an invalid”, he mutters.

“No. You are an idiot” Cas repeats. He snatches the cane from Sam and shoves it in Deans hand.

“Use. The. Cane” he growls, before turning on his heel and collecting another box.

 Dean mutters under his breathe, sitting on the sign, wringing the cane in his hands as Sam joins Cas at the car.

 ”He’s not going to get away with anything- not with those two” Jodie notes as Bobby drops his box at his feet with a muffled ‘thunk’, stretching his back.

 ”Nope”

“Might do him some good” she adds, Bobby rolls his eyes.

“Might” he agrees.

 No one says anything as Dean stands up, cane in hand, and hobbles over to the impala.

 Bobby leans against the fencepost beside her.

“You didn’t need to help ya know. I could’a covered it” he says quietly, watching Dean sit down in the front seat of his baby as Cas and Sam started lugging boxes towards the house. The radio starts blearing, strains of Creedence Clearwater Revival that don’t quite cover Deans moping.

 Jodie leans back, stowing the camera in her pocket.

 ”It was my moving in present”

 Boby scowls at his linked hands.

“I had a bit more stashed, could’a done it by myself”

“I’m still amazed the boys let you help at all” Jodie admits,

Bobby grins.

“You think they had a choice? They were drinking all my beer”

 ”Yes of course. Purely selfish reasons for buying you’re boys a house.”

“And don’t you forget it”

 ”That you’re a sweetheart? Never”

 Jodie doesn’t think Boby’s blush will ever get old.

“Monsters, I get. People are crazy.” - Dean Winchester.

“Monsters, I get. People are crazy.” - Dean Winchester.