Then I realize what it is. It’s him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into f l a m e s.
- Me on my wedding day: you still like me right
If you support gay marriage reblog this. If you’re on the homophobic side, keep scrolling.
As a bisexual, it sickens me that some people WILL keep scrolling.
As the straight daughter of a gay man, it sickens me that some people will keep scrolling.
As a straight girl with a basic understanding of equality and love, it also sickens me that people will keep scrolling.
I have this headcanon, that angels can tell when someone is a vessel and to what angel they belong just by looking at their souls. Because vessel’s soul have something in common with the grace of that particular angel. For example, Sam’s soul is unusually bright. Dean’s soul is warmth and almost looks like flames (Michael’s Sword).
So when Lucifer turns around and sees Dean’s soul for the first time here, he’s not taken aback because of the hunter or the gun that can’t kill him (and he knows that), but because for the fraction of a second it’s Michael standing in front of him. The brother he hasn’t seen in centuries. It’s no wonder he goes on to ramble about Michael right after this scene.