Even though i didn’t want Dean to be cured this early i really loved this episode. I mean that growl he gave when Sam first gave him the blood kind of scared me and this show has never really scared me. I just found this episode so interesting and i was just waiting to see what would happen next.

Now I don’t think demon!Dean is far from over with more or less just taking a break. He’s still got the Mark which is basically what’s keeping him alive. So i’m sure this is not the end for MoC!Dean and demon!Dean.

My reaction to pretty much the whole episode:

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Yeah i’m probably going to dream about some Supernatural related since i’ve stayed up all night watching con videos. I will also probably wake up and watch some SPN on TNT. 

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Months after the Nogitsune is vanquished, Scott decides to leave Beacon Hills behind him. Dressed in only his best friend’s hoodie and a few small provisions in his bag, he kisses his mother goodbye and hands her a note to give Kira and Allison.
But before he can leave, he needs to make one last stop to say goodbye to Stiles.
He leans down and runs his fingers down the cold slick marble of the headstone, tracing along the letters of Stiles’ last name. He fights back tears as he draws his hand into a fist as he stands up and walks back to his motorcycle.
He glances back at the grave one final time as a crack of lightning flashes overhead. Tears roll down his cheek when he slips the helmet over his head and climbs onto his bike. Defeatedly, he drives out of the cemetery and races away from the pain.

dephigravity:

Months after the Nogitsune is vanquished, Scott decides to leave Beacon Hills behind him. Dressed in only his best friend’s hoodie and a few small provisions in his bag, he kisses his mother goodbye and hands her a note to give Kira and Allison.

But before he can leave, he needs to make one last stop to say goodbye to Stiles.

He leans down and runs his fingers down the cold slick marble of the headstone, tracing along the letters of Stiles’ last name. He fights back tears as he draws his hand into a fist as he stands up and walks back to his motorcycle.

He glances back at the grave one final time as a crack of lightning flashes overhead. Tears roll down his cheek when he slips the helmet over his head and climbs onto his bike. Defeatedly, he drives out of the cemetery and races away from the pain.