But can you imagine Castiel on an airplane?
“Before the world was ending, I could haven been to Damascus in the blink of an eye.”
“Why does it smell like this? Is this a communal human scent?”
“Sometimes I’m reminded of how primitive humans still are. The best they can do for trans-continental flights is steering a tin can at 500 mph.”
“You won’t even give me the whole can of soda with the drink service? I saved you from the Apocalypse, you know.”
“Bathroom lines are fascinating sociological studies.”
*Lady squished in next to him won’t stop yapping* *BOOP* *lady suddenly snoring*
asjfjsd;ghes i love this headcanon–
but what if it’s the opposite?Cas LOVES planes. He remembers when humans were just small fish crawling up onto a beach. He remember watching humans domesticate horses, and eventually create internal combustion engines…
But flight.
He never thought they’d be capable of THAT.
For millenia, the only things in the sky were birds and angels–and now–
“Dean! DEAN! Look, we’re taking off! 800,000 pounds of metal and we’re not even touching the ground! Isn’t it amazing?”
He’s like a kid in a candy store, and Dean’s trying to appreciate it, but he’s also trying to claw all the way through the arm rest so…
I want to mesh these two together. Like, at first, he’s always fascinated, incredulous, but at the same time, he definitely deserves the whole can of soda, and “Cathy” could really use a nap.
I accept this addition.
Jupiter Astrid James 