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  • its-a--love-story
    18.09.2021 - 18 minutes ago

    The cosmic power duo.

    Every day I thank the universe for you.

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  • k-buyers
    18.09.2021 - 52 minutes ago

    Naturally SPN would start trending right before calling it a night. If I wasn’t already wired enough, Twitter starts trending last nights 4.3 quake in LA with 3 different tags at the same time, which I’ve never seen before…

    It’s now 5am, I’m still awake, still wired sitting on my couch with a cup of coffee watching Cas vacuum the rug. (Yes I named my shark Castiel, he even has a halo, don’t judge! LOL 🥰.) Ugh what a night it’s been. I’ll eventually get to bed.

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  • aquarianprincess
    18.09.2021 - 1 hour ago


    My words fail to express my feeling.

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  • spotlight-channel
    18.09.2021 - 1 hour ago
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  • k-buyers
    18.09.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Okay, this is for everyone. WAKE UP WE’RE TRENDING!!!!

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  • munstysmind
    18.09.2021 - 2 hours ago

    Little sneak peak of the current chapter I’m writing for Maddison

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  • magnificent-winged-beast
    18.09.2021 - 2 hours ago
    #cockles#Misha Collins#Jenmish#jensen ackles #yes Jackles never said Misha was Handsome #cute yes he said it #but he never said anything about  handsomeness #lets us pray for Jensen´s sexy silence #because as we know he is famous in keeping his lips tight #cockleseditado#my edits
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  • aborddelimpala
    18.09.2021 - 2 hours ago

    At this point, one thing seems clear: I probably won't survive Jensen Ackles as Soldier boy 😍😍😍😍

    #ja#jensen ackles#2021 #the boys set
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  • foolsdreamhigh
    18.09.2021 - 3 hours ago

    September 18th, 2021

    13 years.

    alexa, play the night we met.

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  • sebs-oceaneyes
    18.09.2021 - 4 hours ago
    #sin rambles#tumblin theworldaway#aqua💙💙#jensen ackles #daddy! ackles #thicc soldier boy #calm down my burning coochie
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  • 4evamc
    18.09.2021 - 4 hours ago
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  • multiple-herogasm
    18.09.2021 - 4 hours ago


    I cannot to wait to see him in action 😍

    #jensen ackles #the boys series #the boys tv #jensen fucking ackles #soldier boy jensen ackles #multipleherogasm
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  • spnsmile
    18.09.2021 - 5 hours ago
    #cockles #keep it gentlemen #jenmish #let your paths cross again #happy destiel day #jensen ackles#misha collins#supernatural
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  • invokeconjurecommand
    18.09.2021 - 5 hours ago



    Through hazy heat, DEAN walks down an empty road and approaches an abandoned gas station. He pounds on the door.

    DEAN (hoarse) Hello?


    DEAN rolls up his outer shirt over his right hand, breaks the glass on the door. Inside, he grabs a water bottle from a fridge and gulps at it, gasping. He finds a newspaper and sees the date, which reads:

    Thursday, September 18th

    DEAN September.


    DEAN washes his face in a dingy sink, then looks up and stares at his reflection. He wears a tight black t-shirt. Frowning, he stands, pulls the shirt up to expose his chest.

    FLASHBACK DEAN's chest is ripped apart by the Hellhounds (3.16)

    PRESENT DEAN stares at his unblemished, unscarred chest in the dingy gas station mirror. He turns his left shoulder to the mirror and pulls up the sleeve to reveal a large, raw HANDPRINT BRAND.


    DEAN pulls snacks and energy bars from the shelves, along with several bottles of water, and stashes them in a plastic bag. Stopping in front of a magazine stand, he grins slowly. On the stand is an Adult Magazine - “Busty Asian Beauties”. He picks it up, smirks, flips through it, and stuffs it in the bag too.

    He goes to the counter, sets down the bag, and hits a single button on the register, snapping his fingers in satisfaction when it pops open. As he's looting the cash, the TV to his left flicks on, showing only static. He shuts it off; only to have a radio to his right turn on to white noise. Not wasting a moment, he goes to another shelf and grabs a carton of salt, opens it, and begins to pour it along the windowsill.

    A high-pitched single tone begins, and DEAN clutches his left ear in pain as he continues to pour salt with his right hand. As it continues, he drops the salt and crouches to the floor, groaning in agony. The window above his head shatters as the sound continues, and he drops to the floor. He leaps to his feet to try to escape, and more glass on the ceiling and walls shatters. He looks around cautiously.


    DEAN dials a number, and hears only an alert tone.

    RECORDED VOICE We're sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected.

    DEAN hangs up the pay phone and inserts another coin, dials another number. It rings once, then is picked up.

    BOBBY (V.O.) Yeah?

    DEAN Bobby?

    BOBBY (V.O.) Yeah?

    DEAN It's me.

    BOBBY (V.O.) Who's “me”?

    DEAN Dean.

    A dial tone sounds. DEAN hangs up the receiver and dials again.

    BOBBY (V.O.) Who is this?

    DEAN Bobby, listen to me.

    BOBBY (V.O.) This ain't funny. Call again, I'll kill ya.

    The dial tone again. DEAN hangs up the phone, turns. He sees an old, beat-up white car parked outside. His eyes light up; he hotwires the car and pulls away from the gas station.


    To a pounding on the door, BOBBY'S hand appears to open it. On the doorstep is DEAN, looking winded and apprehensive. He smiles cautiously. BOBBY looks at him suspiciously.

    DEAN Surprise.

    BOBBY I, I don't...

    DEAN Yeah, me neither. (He enters.) But here I am.

    Behind his back, BOBBY takes a silver knife. As DEAN approaches, BOBBY lunges forward and slashes at him. DEAN grabs his arm and twists it around; BOBBY breaks the grip and backhands him in the face.

    DEAN Bobby! It's me!

    BOBBY My ass!

    DEAN (shoves a chair between himself and BOBBY, holds his hands out) Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! Your name is Robert Steven Singer. You became a hunter after your wife got possessed, and... you're about the closest thing I have to a father. Bobby. It's me.

    BOBBY lowers the knife, steps forward slowly. He places a hand gently on DEAN'S shoulder. Suddenly he slashes again, but DEAN quickly subdues and disarms him.

    DEAN I am not a shapeshifter!

    BOBBY Then you're a Revenant!

    DEAN shoves BOBBY away, having taken the KNIFE. He holds it out in front of him.

    DEAN Alright. If I was either, could I do this – with a silver knife?

    DEAN rolls up his left sleeve, and, grimacing, slices his arm above the elbow with the knife. A line of blood appears.

    BOBBY (starting to believe it) Dean?

    DEAN That's what I've been trying to tell you.

    BOBBY breaks, grabbing DEAN in for a tight hug. DEAN returns the hug with enthusiasm, relief on his face. They pull apart.

    BOBBY It's... It's good to see you, boy.

    DEAN Yeah, you too.

    BOBBY But... how did you bust out?

    DEAN I don't know. I just, uh, I just woke up in a pine box...

    Suddenly, BOBBY splashes water in DEAN'S face. DEAN pauses, spits.

    DEAN I'm not a demon either, you know.

    BOBBY Sorry. Can't be too careful.

    They go further into the house, DEAN wiping his face with a towel.

    BOBBY But... that don't make a lick of sense.

    DEAN Yeah. Yeah, you're preachin' to the choir.

    BOBBY Dean. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit -

    DEAN I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject.

    BOBBY What do you remember?

    DEAN Not much. I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then... lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it. (BOBBY sits.) Sam's number's not working. He's, uh... he's not...

    BOBBY Oh, he's alive. As far as I know.

    DEAN Good.... Wait, what do you mean, as far as you know?

    BOBBY I haven't talked to him for months.

    DEAN You're kidding, you just let him go off by himself?

    BOBBY He was dead set on it.

    DEAN Bobby, you should've been looking after him.

    BOBBY I tried. These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For him or me. We had to bury you.

    DEAN Why did you bury me, anyway?

    BOBBY I wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill. But... Sam wouldn't have it.

    DEAN Well, I'm glad he won that one.

    BOBBY He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow. That's about all he said.

    DEAN (suspicious) What do you mean?

    BOBBY He was quiet. Real quiet. And then he just took off. Wouldn't return my calls. I tried to find him, but he didn't want to be found.

    DEAN Oh, damnit, Sammy.

    BOBBY What?

    DEAN Oh, he got me home okay. But whatever he did, it is bad mojo.

    BOBBY What makes you so sure?

    DEAN You should have seen the grave site. It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this... this force, this presence, I don't know, but it, it blew past me at a fill-up joint. And then this. (He strips his jacket, pulls up his sleeve to reveal the brand.)

    BOBBY (standing) What in the hell?

    DEAN It was like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out.

    BOBBY But why?

    DEAN To hold up their end of the bargain.

    BOBBY You think Sam made a deal.

    DEAN It's what I would have done.


    DEAN (into the phone) Yeah, hi, I have a cell phone account with you guys, and uh, I lost my phone. I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me. (beat) Yeah. Name's Wedge Antilles. (beat) Social is 2-4-7-4. (beat) Thank you.

    DEAN hangs up the phone and crosses to a laptop on the table.

    BOBBY How'd you know he'd use that name?

    DEAN You kiddin' me? What don't I know about that kid?

    The laptop is open to a web browser; DEAN types in the address for ARC MOBILE.

    DEAN (picking up one of the many empty liquor bottles scattered around) Hey, Bobby? What's the deal with the liquor store? What, are your parents out of town or something?

    BOBBY Like I said. Last few months ain't been all that easy.

    DEAN (holds his gaze for a moment) Right.

    The laptop beeps; the display shows a city map with a blue arrow pointing to a star. The locator reads:

    Phone Location: 263 Adams Road Pontiac, Illinois.

    DEAN Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois.

    BOBBY Right near where you were planted.

    DEAN Right where I popped up. Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?


    DEAN and BOBBY walk down a dingy hallway and knock on a door with the number 207 inside a red heart. The door is opened by a HOT YOUNG WOMAN with dark hair, wearing only a tank top and underwear. She looks at them expectantly.

    HOT YOUNG WOMAN So where is it?

    DEAN (looks at BOBBY, confused) Where's what?

    HOT YOUNG WOMAN The pizza... that takes two guys to deliver?

    DEAN I think we got the wrong room.

    SAM steps into the light. He is grim and focused, and wears a grey t-shirt and jeans.

    SAM Hey, is...

    SAM stops dead when he sees DEAN. He swallows, shocked, his eyes flicking between DEAN and BOBBY.

    DEAN (quietly, with much feeling) Heya, Sammy.

    SAM is silent. DEAN steps into the room, ignoring the H.Y.W., who steps aside to let him in. As DEAN gets close, SAM pulls a knife and lunges at DEAN. H.Y.W. screams; DEAN blocks SAM'S attack and BOBBY pulls SAM off, gripping him around the shoulders. SAM struggles.

    SAM (shouting) Who are you?!

    DEAN Like you didn't do this?!

    SAM Do what?!

    BOBBY It's him. It's him. I've been through this already, it's really him.

    SAM (stares at DEAN as the struggle slowly goes out of his body) What...

    DEAN (advancing cautiously, staring at SAM) I know. I look fantastic, huh?

    BOBBY lets go of SAM, who looks on the verge of tears as he steps forward and pulls DEAN into a desperate hug. They embrace for several seconds, heavy with emotion, as BOBBY looks on with tears in his eyes. SAM pushes DEAN back to arm's length. H.Y.W. is looking on, looking confused.

    HOT YOUNG WOMAN So are you two like... together?

    SAM (like he's just remembered that she's there) What? No. No. He's my brother.

    HOT YOUNG WOMAN Uh... got it. I... I guess. Look, I should probably go.

    SAM Yeah. Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Sorry.


    SAM, now wearing a white button-down, opens the door to let the H.Y.W., now dressed in an adorable blue plaid shirt, out.

    HOT YOUNG WOMAN So, call me.

    SAM Yeah. Yeah, sure thing, Kathy.

    HOT YOUNG WOMAN:(disappointed) Kristy.

    SAM Right.

    She leaves, and SAM shuts the door.


    SAM comes back into the room and sits down. DEAN is standing above him, arms crossed. He and BOBBY are both looking at SAM suspiciously.

    DEAN So tell me, what'd it cost?

    SAM (smiling) The girl? I don't pay, Dean.

    DEAN That's not funny, Sam. To bring me back. What'd it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?

    SAM You think I made a deal?

    BOBBY That's exactly what we think.

    SAM Well, I didn't.

    DEAN (intensely) Don't lie to me.

    SAM I'm not lying.

    DEAN (advancing) So what now, I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it? You're some demon's bitch-boy? I didn't want to be saved like this.

    SAM (standing, angrily) Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, all right?

    DEAN (grabs SAM by the front of his shirt) There's no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!

    SAM (breaking DEAN'S grip) I tried everything. That's the truth. I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right? You were rotting in Hell for months. For months, and I couldn't stop it. So I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right? Dean, I'm sorry.

    DEAN (relenting) It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to apologize, I believe you.

    BOBBY Don't get me wrong, I'm gladdened that Sam's soul remains intact, but it does raise a sticky question.

    DEAN If he didn't pull me out, then what did?




    DEAN and BOBBY are seated the couch. SAM enters and passes out bottles of beer, then sits across from DEAN.

    DEAN So what were you doing around here if you weren't digging me out of my grave?

    SAM Well, once I figured out I couldn't save you, I started hunting down Lilith, trying to get some payback.

    BOBBY (accusing) All by yourself. Who do you think you are, your old man?

    DEAN sees something, frowns, and crosses towards it.

    SAM Uh, yeah, I'm sorry, Bobby. I should have called. I was pretty messed up.

    DEAN picks up what he'd seen a pink flowered bra. He holds it up.

    DEAN Oh yeah. I really feel your pain.

    SAM Anyways, uh, I was checking these demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left, booked up here.

    DEAN When?

    SAM Yesterday morning.

    DEAN When I busted out.

    BOBBY You think these demons are here 'cause of you?

    SAM But why?

    DEAN Well, I don't know – some badass demon drags me out and now this? It's gotta be connected somehow.

    BOBBY How you feelin', anyway?

    DEAN I'm a little hungry.

    BOBBY No, I mean, do you feel like yourself? Anything strange, or different?

    DEAN Or demonic? Bobby, how many times do I have to prove I'm me?

    BOBBY Yeah. Well, listen. No demon's letting you loose out of the goodness of their hearts. They've gotta have something nasty planned.

    DEAN Well, I feel fine.

    SAM Okay, look, we don't know what they're planning. We got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help.

    BOBBY I know a psychic. A few hours from here. Something this big, maybe she's heard the other side talking.

    DEAN Hell yeah, it's worth a shot.

    BOBBY I'll be right back

    BOBBY exits.

    DEAN stands as if to leave.

    SAM Hey, wait. (stands) You probably want this back.

    SAM reaches into his collar and pulls out a cord. It is DEAN'S AMULET. He places it in DEAN'S hand. DEAN looks at it, touched.

    DEAN Thanks.

    SAM Yeah, don't mention it. (DEAN puts the AMULET on) Hey Dean, what was it like?

    DEAN What, Hell? I don't know, I, I must have blacked it out. I don't remember a damn thing.

    SAM (nodding) Well, thank God for that.

    DEAN Yeah.


    DEAN flicks on the light and stares at himself in the mirror. He runs a hand over his chin and leans forward on the sink.

    FLASHBACK Closeup of DEAN'S bloody, terrified face, with screams and eerie sounds.

    PRESENT DEAN pulls back from the mirror, blinking in confusion.


    BOBBY leads the boys down a set of steps.

    BOBBY She's about four hours down the Interstate. Try to keep up.

    BOBBY gets in his car.

    SAM I assume you'll want to drive.

    SAM pulls the keys out of his right pocket and tosses them at DEAN, who catches them easily.

    DEAN (chuckling) Oh, I almost forgot! (he approaches the IMPALA and runs a hand along it lovingly.) Hey, sweetheart, did you miss me?

    DEAN gets in the driver's side, settles in. He sees an iPod plugged into the stereo, pauses, and gives it a dirty look. SAM gets into the passenger's seat, smiling. DEAN glares at him.

    DEAN What the hell is that?

    SAM That's an iPod jack.

    DEAN You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up.

    SAM Dean, I thought it was my car.

    DEAN sneers, sighs, and turns the key in the ignition. "Vision" by Jason Manns begins to play. DEAN rolls his eyes and glares at SAM again, looking pained.

    DEAN Really?

    SAM shrugs innocently. DEAN rips the iPod out of the jack and tosses it in the back seat.


    DEAN and SAM are back in their familiar places, having a heart-to-heart in the IMPALA on a dark road.

    DEAN There's still one thing that's bothering me.

    SAM Yeah?

    DEAN Yeah, the night that I bit it. Or... got bit. (he chuckles at his own wit) How'd you make it out? I thought Lilith was going to kill you.

    SAM Well, she tried. She couldn't.

    DEAN What do you mean, she couldn't?

    SAM She fired this, like, burning light at me, and... didn't leave a scratch. Like I was immune or something.

    DEAN Immune?

    SAM Yeah. I don't know who was more surprised, her or me. She left pretty fast after that.

    DEAN Huh. What about Ruby, where is she?

    SAM Dead. For now.

    DEAN (bites his lip, like he's not sure he wants to ask) So you've been using your, uh, freaky ESP stuff?

    SAM No.

    DEAN You sure about that? Well, I mean, now that you've got... immunity, whatever the hell that is... just wondering what other kind of weirdo crap you've got going on.

    SAM Nothing, Dean. Look, you didn't want me to go down that road, so I didn't go down that road. It was practically your dying wish.

    DEAN Yeah, well, let's keep it that way.

    SAM broods.


    They knocks on the door, and PAMELA opens it. She is in her thirties, strong and beautiful with a ready smile.

    PAMELA Bobby!

    She grabs him into a hug, lifting him briefly off the ground. SAM and DEAN share a look.

    BOBBY You're a sight for sore eyes.

    PAMELA steps back and looks SAM and DEAN up and down appraisingly.

    PAMELA So, these the boys?

    BOBBY Sam, Dean. This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state.

    DEAN (flirting, of course) Hey.

    SAM (a little awkwardly) Hi.

    PAMELA Mmm-mmm-mmm. Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual.

    DEAN If you say so.

    PAMELA Come on in.


    PAMELA ushers them in, first BOBBY, then DEAN, then SAM, and shuts the door behind them.

    BOBBY So, you hear anything?

    PAMELA Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your boy out, or why.

    BOBBY So what's next?

    PAMELA A séance, I think. See if we can see who did the deed.

    BOBBY You're not gonna... summon the damn thing here.

    PAMELA No. I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal.

    DEAN I'm game.


    PAMELA spreads a black tablecloth covered in symbols over a small table. SAM and DEAN look at it warily; DEAN cocks his head as PAMELA squats in front of a cabinet, revealing a scrawled tattoo across her lower back that reads:

    Jesse Forever

    DEAN Who's Jesse?

    PAMELA (laughs) Well, it wasn't forever.

    DEAN His loss.

    PAMELA stands with several pillar candles in her hands, stops in front of DEAN with a smirk.

    PAMELA Might be your gain.

    As she passes by, DEAN turns to SAM and lowers his voice.

    DEAN Dude, I am so in.

    SAM Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive.

    DEAN Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it.

    PAMELA (passing by again, to SAM with a wink) You're invited too, grumpy.

    DEAN You are NOT invited.

    LATER PAMELA, BOBBY, SAM, and DEAN are seated around the small table, which now has six lighted candles in the center.

    PAMELA Right. Take each other's hands. (they do) And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched.

    PAMELA slides her hand along DEAN'S inner thigh. He jumps.

    DEAN Whoa. Well, he didn't touch me there.

    PAMELA My mistake.

    DEAN looks around, nervous, then takes off his outer shirt, pulls up his left t-shirt sleeve to reveal the BRAND. SAM stares at it, shocked, looks at BOBBY. PAMELA lays her hand on the BRAND.

    PAMELA Okay. (All four close their eyes as PAMELA begins to chant) I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. (a television flicks on to static; she continues) I invoke, conjure, and command... Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy.

    DEAN Castiel?

    PAMELA Its name. It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back. (white noise and static continues, and the table begins to shake) I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face.

    BOBBY (as the white noise and rattling become more violent) Maybe we should stop.

    PAMELA I almost got it. I command you, show me your face! Show me your face now!

    Suddenly the candles flare up several feet in the air and PAMELA begins to scream. Her eyes fly open and are filled with a white-hot flame. She collapses; the rattling, white noise, and flames die out.

    BOBBY (catching her and lowering her to the floor) Call 9-1-1!

    SAM scrambles out of his chair and into the next room. DEAN crouches over PAMELA and BOBBY. She is conscious, but bleeding and burned. Her eyelids fly open to reveal black, empty sockets. She sobs.

    PAMELA I can't see! I can't see! Oh god!

    In the next room we can hear SAM calling for an ambulance.




    DEAN is sitting at a table giving his order to a WAITRESS.

    WAITRESS Be up in a jiff.

    As she leaves, SAM enters, talking on his cell phone.

    SAM (into the phone) You bet. (he sits)

    DEAN What'd Bobby say?

    SAM Pam's stable. And out of I.C.U.

    DEAN And blind, because of us.

    SAM And we still have no clue who we're dealing with.

    DEAN That's not entirely true.

    SAM No?

    DEAN We got a name. Castiel, or whatever. With the right mumbo-jumbo we could summon him, bring him right to us.

    SAM You're crazy. Absolutely not.

    DEAN We'll work him over. I mean, after what he did?

    SAM Pam took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull, and you want to have a face to face?

    DEAN You got a better idea?

    SAM Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. I followed some demons to town, right?

    DEAN Okay.

    SAM So, we go find them. Someone's gotta know something about something.

    The WAITRESS reappears with two plates of pie. She sets them on the table.

    SAM Thanks.

    The WAITRESS then plops down in a chair at the end of the table. DEAN looks at her, smirking.

    DEAN You angling for a tip?

    WAITRESS I'm sorry. Thought you were looking for us.

    Her eyes go demon-black for a moment; a UNIFORMED MAN by the counter and a COOK behind the counter also show the demon-black; the UNIFORMED MAN goes to the door, locks it, and stands in front of it.

    DEMON WAITRESS (eyes going back to normal) Dean. To hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck.

    DEAN That's me.

    DEMON WAITRESS So you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh? Tell me. What makes you so special?

    DEAN I like to think it's because of my perky nipples. I don't know. Wasn't my doing, I don't know who pulled me out.

    DEMON WAITRESS Right. You don't.

    DEAN No. I don't.

    DEMON WAITRESS Lying's a sin, you know.

    DEAN I'm not lying. But I'd like to find out, so if you wouldn't mind enlightening me, Flo...

    DEMON WAITRESS Mind your tone with me, boy. I'll drag you back to hell myself.

    SAM, who has been staring daggers at her through this exchange, shifts as if to attack. DEAN holds a hand up and SAM stops, settles back into his seat.

    DEAN No, you won't.


    DEAN No. Because if you were you would have done it already. Fact is, you don't know who cut me loose. And you're just as spooked as we are. And you're looking for answers. Well, maybe it was some turbo-charged spirit. Or, uh, Godzilla. Or some big bad boss demon. I'm guessing at your pay grade that they don't tell you squat. Because whoever it was, they want me out. And they're a lot stronger than you. So go ahead. Send me back. But don't come crawling to me when they show up on your front doorstep with some Vaseline and a fire hose.

    DEMON WAITRESS I'm going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs.

    DEAN leans forward, a challenge in his eyes. He throws a right hook at her, which she takes. He throws another. She still does nothing but glare at them, looking more and more nervous.

    DEAN That's what I thought. Let's go, Sam.

    They stand, and the demon sits there, fuming. DEAN pulls a roll of cash out of his pocket and carefully peels off a ten dollar bill. He holds it up and drops it on the table like an insult.

    DEAN For the pie.


    SAM and DEAN stalk out of the diner and across the street, tense and quick.

    DEAN Holy crap, that was close.

    SAM We're not just going to leave them in there, are we, Dean?

    DEAN Well yeah, there's three of them, probably more, and we've only got one knife between us.

    SAM I've been killing a lot more demons than that lately.

    DEAN Not anymore – the smarter brother's back in town.

    SAM Dean, we've got to take 'em. They are dangerous.

    DEAN They're scared. Okay? Scared of whatever had the juice to yank me out. We're dealing with a bad mofo here. One job at a time.


    DEAN is dozing on the couch with a large book open in his lap. SAM sneaks out, checking to make sure DEAN doesn't wake.


    SAM drives away in the IMPALA.


    As DEAN dozes, the television flicks on to the now-familiar static, and the radio starts whining as well. It wakes DEAN, who rubs the sleep out of his eyes and rolls quickly to grab a SHOTGUN lying by the bed. He looks around cautiously, glances at SAM'S bed and sees that it is empty. He grimaces. The painfully high-pitched noise begins again, and he grabs his right ear, keeping the weapon up in his left hand. A mirror on the ceiling shatters and rains broken glass down on him. He crumples to the ground, clutching both ears as all the glass in the room shatters explosively. He screams.

    BOBBY bursts into the room as more glass shatters.

    BOBBY Dean!




    BOBBY drives his car as DEAN, in the passenger's seat, wipes blood from his face.

    BOBBY How you doin', kid?

    DEAN Aside from the church bells ringing in my head, peachy.

    DEAN pulls out his cell phone and dials a number.


    SAM is in the IMPALA, staking out the diner full of demons. His cell phone rings; he answers it.

    SAM (PHONE) Hey.

    DEAN (PHONE) What are you doing?

    SAM Couldn't sleep, went to get a burger.

    DEAN In my car?

    SAM Force of habit, sorry. What are you doing up?

    DEAN Well, uh, Bobby's back. We're going to grab a beer. (on BOBBY'S shocked look, DEAN holds up a finger.)

    SAM All right, well, uh, spill some for me, huh?

    DEAN Done. Catch you later. (They hang up.)

    BOBBY Why the hell didn't you tell him?

    DEAN Because he just tried to stop us.

    BOBBY From what?

    DEAN Summoning this thing. (BOBBY looks at him in shock. Again.) It's time we faced it head-on.

    BOBBY You can't be serious!

    DEAN As a heart attack. It's high noon, baby.

    BOBBY Well, we don't know what it is. It could be a demon, it could be anything.

    DEAN That's why we've got to be ready for anything. (he pulls out RUBY'S DEMON-KILLING KNIFE) We've got the big-time magic knife, you've got an arsenal in the trunk...

    BOBBY This is a bad idea.

    DEAN Yeah, I couldn't agree more, but what other choice do we have?

    BOBBY We could choose life.

    DEAN Bobby, whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me. That much we know, right? I've got no place to hide. I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we can make our stand.

    BOBBY Dean, we could use Sam on this.

    DEAN Nah, he's better off where he is.


    SAM sneaks into the darkened diner and slips his lock-picking tools into his shirt pocket. A song is playing on the jukebox. SAM sneaks in quietly, sees the COOK from earlier face-down on the floor, his hands bloody. SAM crouches and turns the man over; he is dead, his eyes burned out and drying blood caked on his cheeks. SAM stands.

    A figure tackles him from behind – it is the DEMON WAITRESS. They trade blows for a few moments until SAM shoves her away. She too has empty, burned out eye sockets and blood trickling down her face. She looks both terrifying and terrified.

    SAM Your eyes.

    DEMON WAITRESS I can still smell your soul a mile away.

    SAM It was here. You saw it.

    DEMON WAITRESS (sobbing) I saw it.

    SAM What was it?

    DEMON WAITRESS It's the end. We're dead. We're all dead.

    SAM (insisting) What did you see?

    DEMON WAITRESS Go to hell.

    SAM Funny. I was going to say the same thing to you.

    SAM steps back, plants his feet, and shuts his eyes in concentration. He extends his right hand towards the demon. She heaves and begins to vomit black smoke into her hand; in seconds, the WAITRESS has collapsed to the floor as the DEMON is sucked down into the Pit. SAM opens his eyes and crosses to the woman on the floor. He checks her pulse, sighs in disappointment.

    SAM Damn it.

    The kitchen door opens and a woman comes out. He looks up, apparently not surprised to see her. It is the HOT YOUNG WOMAN from ACT ONE.

    HOT YOUNG WOMAN (henceforth called RUBY) Getting pretty slick there, Sam. Better all the time.

    SAM stands and they share a smoldering look. He looks down at the corpse at his feet, his face falling.

    SAM What the hell is going on around here, Ruby?

    RUBY I wish I knew.

    SAM We were thinking some high level demon pulled Dean out.

    RUBY No way. Sam, human souls don't just walk out of Hell and back into their bodies easy. The sky bleeds, the ground quakes. It's cosmic. No demon can swing that. Not Lilith, not anybody.

    SAM Then what can?

    RUBY Nothing I've ever seen before.


    BOBBY draws a symbol with white spray paint on the cement floor. As he stands, we see that the entire floor, walls, and ceiling of the empty rectangular warehouse are covered in similar images.

    DEAN (at a table, setting up equipment) That's a hell of an art project you've got going there.

    BOBBY Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe. How you doin?

    DEAN Stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife. I mean, we're pretty much set to catch and kill anything I've ever heard of.

    BOBBY This is still a bad idea.

    DEAN Yeah, Bobby, I heard you the first ten times. What do you say we ring the dinner bell?

    BOBBY nods reluctantly. He goes over to another desk, takes a pinch of some powder from a bowl, and sprinkles it into a larger bowl, which begins to smoke. He chants in Latin.


    RUBY and SAM are seated across from each other at a small table.

    RUBY So. Million dollar question, are you going to tell Dean about what we're doing?

    SAM Yeah, I just gotta figure out the right way to say it. (RUBY gives him a look) Look, I just need time, okay? That's all.

    RUBY Sam, he's going to find out, and if it's not from you he's going to be pissed.

    SAM He's going to be pissed anyway. I mean, he's so hardheaded about this psychic stuff he'll just try and stop me.

    RUBY Look. Maybe I'll just take a step back for a while.

    SAM Ruby, you...

    RUBY I mean, I'm not exactly in your brother's fanclub. But he is your brother, and I'm not going to come between you.

    SAM I don't know if what I'm doing is right. Hell, I don't even know if I trust you.

    RUBY Thanks.

    SAM But what I do know is that I'm saving people. And stopping demons. And that feels good. I want to keep going.


    DEAN and BOBBY are seated on tables, swinging their legs and looking bored.

    DEAN You sure you did the ritual right? (BOBBY gives him a look) Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?

    As if on cue, a loud rattling shakes the roof. DEAN and BOBBY arm themselves with shotguns and take positions at the far end of the warehouse.

    DEAN Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind.

    The door bursts open and a handsome man in a business suit and trenchcoat stalks in CASTIEL.

    The light bulbs above his head shatter in a shower of sparks as he passes them. As he approaches, DEAN and BOBBY both open fire, but the shots do not even slow him down. Dean takes the MAGIC KNIFE as CASTIEL gets close.

    DEAN Who are you?

    CASTIEL I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.

    DEAN Yeah. Thanks for that.

    DEAN rears back and plunges the MAGIC KNIFE into CASTIEL'S chest and hits heart without any effects. CASTIEL looks down, unconcerned, and pulls it out, drops it to the floor. Behind him, BOBBY attacks; without looking, CASTIEL grabs BOBBY'S weapon and uses it to swing him around. CASTIEL touches BOBBY on the forehead with fingertips and BOBBY crumples to the ground.

    CASTIEL We need to talk, Dean. Alone.



    DEAN crouches over BOBBY, checking his pulse. He glares at CASTIEL.

    CASTIEL Your friend's alive.

    DEAN Who are you?

    CASTIEL Castiel.

    DEAN Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?

    CASTIEL I'm an Angel of the Lord.

    DEAN Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing.

    CASTIEL This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith.

    Lightning flashes, and on CASTIEL'S back great shadowy wings appear, stretching off into the distance. The light goes out and the image disappears.

    DEAN Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes.

    CASTIEL I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be... overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that.

    DEAN You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking? (CASTIEL nods.) Buddy, next time, lower the volume.

    CASTIEL That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong.

    DEAN And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?

    CASTIEL This? This is... a vessel.

    DEAN You're possessing some poor bastard?

    CASTIEL He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this.

    DEAN Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?

    CASTIEL (frowning) I told you.

    DEAN Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?

    CASTIEL Good things do happen, Dean.

    DEAN Not in my experience.

    CASTIEL What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?

    DEAN Why'd you do it?

    CASTIEL Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you.

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    18.09.2021 - 6 hours ago

    Yes…just keep feeding into our Jensen addiction. We always CRAVE FOR MORE!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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    18.09.2021 - 6 hours ago

    The “my little random moments of pleasure” series: N°12 Jensen on Set of the Boys

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  • lemondropsonice
    18.09.2021 - 6 hours ago

    The “my little random moments of pleasure” series: N°11 Jensen on Set of the Boys

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    Jensen Ackles, in "TheBoys" season 3 wrap reel on Instagram. *guh*

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    18.09.2021 - 6 hours ago

    Jensen is so thick rn im pregnant just looking at him.

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