Thank you, Stan Lee, and rest in peace. You are truly an inspiration.
Thank you to Gabriel, even though he is fictional, he’s done more for me than real people in my past have. Thank you to Rich for breathing life into his character and making Gabriel, Gabriel.
i can’t believe we haven’t made endless posts with the structure of that old “psychic: reads my mind” meme instead with the djinn and dean
djinn: *reads dean’s mind* dean: [x] djinn: what the fuck
c’mon, reblog this post with your version of choice
based on the previous 5 minutes of Dean’s life:
djinn: *reads dean’s mind* dean:
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I’ve tried Don’t let them in, don’t let them see Be the good girl you always have to be Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know Well, now they know
djinn: what the fuck
djinn: *reads dean’s mind*
dean: is Cas okay? where’s Cas? what’s Cas doing right now? what did Cas mean by “I love you”? I wanna call Cas right now. is it needy if I do that? does Cas like my calls? Cas, what does he feel about—
“Me and Gabriel here were great buds growing up, Jack. I taught him all his tricks,” Lucifer says, keeping pace with his brother and the nephilim.
You stand in your spot as the three men approach you from about ten feet away. You break character for a split second, flashing Rich and Alex a goofy look.
“Cut! Richard, you broke,” the director calls from behind you.
Rich sighs, exasperated.
“Y/n keeps making faces at me,” he huffs, narrowing his eyes at you.
You bring your hand up to your chest and gasp, feigning a hurt look.
“I would never do that.”
“It’s not fair because the camera can’t see you doing any of this!”
You snicker to yourself as Rich, Mark and Alex retrace their steps to the beginning of the scene.
“…action!”
This time, at least you made Alex laugh first before Rich groaned.
“Alright, guys, let’s finish this scene tomorrow,” the director shouts, and everyone begins packing up to leave.
You shrug, ready for another take of the scene to get payback on Rich. Speaking of the actor, you glance over to where he’d been standing, but he’s disappeared.
Suddenly, a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind and lift you in the air.
You squeal, yelling the word ‘no’ over and over at the person holding you.
Whoever it is lifts you over their shoulder and starts carrying you toward the exit.
The person is wearing a blue leather jacket and… oh, of course.
“Speight! I’m going to kill you. Let me down!”
You feel the vibrating of Richard’s body as he laughs.
“Not until you promise that we’re even.”
“Ugh, fine. We’re even,” you mutter.
Carefully, you are dropped from the man’s shoulders, staring right at him.
“Let’s get out of here,” Rich smiles, shaking his head and starting for the exit.
You pout, following him, “I was so determined to make Mark break also. He’s one tough nut to crack.”
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