I’ve come to the conclusion that Sam and Dean would take one look at Night Vale and burn it to the ground, civilians be damned.
i’ve come to the conclusion sam and dean would drive into night vale and spontaneously combust from being exposed to sexual and racial diversity and women who don’t die within a week
Dean teaches Haley how to shoot. (huntershelper25)
They drive out to an empty field Haley assures Dean will remain empty for their shooting lesson. She sits in the passenger seat, humming along with the radio as she taps out the tune on her bare leg. She’s wearing a pair of shorts that steal his attention and she has to tell him twice to keep his eyes on the road.
When the arrive, the Impala’s tires kick up dust and gravel that settles quickly as Dean chooses which gun to start her with. He stands over the open trunk, contemplating silently with Haley standing impatiently at his side. “Just give me the one you taught Sam with,” Haley suggests, her arms crossed over her chest loosely. Dean considers, picks up the Glock and turns it over in his hand before shaking his head and putting it back in its place.
Haley tells Dean that she’s pregnant. (underthosesamestarsx)
It was the same argument they’ve had every time Dean catches wind of another hunt. Haley doesn’t want him to leave, again, and Dean understands that. However, he has a life and a job to do outside of Tree Hill and he just wants Haley to accept that. Usually, she gives in and huffs in frustration but she understands. This time, the fiery woman has dug her claws in and she’s out for blood.
"You know what I do, Haley. You know I can’t stick around long," Dean insists, throwing his hands up in the air like it can’t be helped. In his mind, it can’t. He’s a child of the road. The asphalt calls to him and he’s got to answer. It’s a matter of his sanity. He’s explained it to her a dozen times by now, but she doesn’t seem to be understanding this time. Shaking his head, he scratches his jaw absently. "There’s a case in Kentucky. I gotta—"