#this is the first time Sam’s ever got hurt on a hunt, #and Dean is still so young and fresh-faced, #just turned nineteen and alone with Sammy in the hospital while John finishes the job, #and he looks down at his little brother, #so small and broken and bloody on the white sheets, #and he swears to himself, #he’ll never see Sammy like that again, #he’ll never let anything hurt Sammy like that again
(via orchideafantasma)
Ep 105 - Bloody Mary.
(via jaredgrrl)
30 Days of Wincest ╬ Day 20 - Favorite Holding Hands Scene
Season 7, episode 2 - Hello, Cruel World
Dean has rough skin and strong hands, built for carrying guns and fixing cars, and an even rougher personality, crass and impatient and filled to the brim with snark. Yet when Sam is hurt, even if it’s just a gash on his hand, Dean is tender and gentle, moving slow and careful as to not exacerbate things. But it’s not just the hand. Something is fundamentally wrong with Sam, it’s clear as day to him, though he has no idea how bad it really is yet. So he dotes on him more than he would have a few weeks ago, before the wall was broken. Like he did when Sam was young. And Sam watches Dean, a mixture of terror and confusion swimming in his eyes that are a heartbeat away from swelling up with tears as he struggles to keep his mind in reality. He looks to Dean like he did as he was growing up, searching for answers and subconsciously needing him to make it all okay.
(via sammyummy)
this is what my brother sang for me
my brother sang for me
(via smilesandregrets)
I remember how they took you down, as the winter turned the meadow brown.
(via ambrina)
(via thebrotherswinchester)
and then i’d say to you “we could take to the highway”
(via smilesandregrets)
God damnit, Sam. Sometimes I can’t even tell what’s going on in that brainy head of yours when you look at me like that. Your eyes are freaking drilling into my skull, and it’s weird how that still gets to me. You still have a dorky haircut and you’re still my snotty little brother, but you’re taller than me now; your shoulders are wider. Shouldn’t your eyes, I dunno, stop making you look like the world’s largest puppy? Shouldn’t your eyes stop making it hard for me to concentrate? Sure, we’re always lookin’ at each other; gotta watch each other’s backs after all. But sometimes… Sometimes when our eyes meet, I swear to God I forget to breathe. You look at me like I’m one of your school books you study when you can’t sleep (because of those damned nightmares that you refuse to talk about). Like I’m something you need to memorize (I’m not going anywhere, Sammy, not ever). Like I’m special. And that’s fucking stupid, dude. I’m not… You’re the one who’s… And then I can’t look away. And then I don’t want to look away. As if I were to look back down, you’d leave again… Shit what was I saying about the case?
(via ambrina)
(via texasbowlegs)
(via toburnmybrothersbones)
You ever love somebody so much,
you can barely breathe when you’re with ‘em
You meet, and neither one of you, even know what hit ‘em
Got that warm fuzzy feelin’, yeah them chills used to get ‘em
Now you’re gettin’, fuckin’ sick of lookin’ at ‘em
You’d swore you’d never hit ‘em, never do nothing to hurt ‘em
Now you’re in each others’ face,
spewing venom in your words when you spit ‘em
You push pull each others’ hair, scratch claw bit ‘em
Throw ‘em down pin ‘em, so lost in them moments when you’re in ‘em
It’s the rage that took over, it controls ya both
So they say you’re best to go your separate ways…For me, even today, this represents the spirit of Spn - the way I saw it at the very beginning, my very first impression, the one that never left me. Sam and Dean, caught in this tortured, pained, punch-you-in-the-guts and shove-a-knife-in-your-stomach and twist-your-lungs-with-my-bare-hands desperate relationship - and at the same time, the only thing that keeps them breathing, the only way they can be alive, the only thing that makes them fly high and touch Heaven.
The brilliant montage of the video, the lyrics - it still makes my stomach heavy because it’s just perfect. The visceral love, the burning hatred, the violence, the shoving each other away, sinking at the lowest, drowning in the deepest darkness, and at the same time the only moments of true happiness, the smiles that say we’re on top of the fucking world, the loyalty and the blood and the need and the despair and the sheer exhilaration and the love. Tangled, painful, crushing, suffocating, love. Bright, burning, blinding, supernova-scalding love. Liberating, light, breathing freely, wind and sunshine on top of the fucking mountain love.
Sam and Dean.
30 Days of Wincest ╬ Day 2 - Favorite Quote
I could not for the life of me pick a single quote from all of the seasons as my favorite, because there are SO many. So I went with this, something they’ve said a handful of times, which might sound odd but bear with me a moment. At these two scenes, they are being called out on the codependent nature of their relationship with their brother - Dean for selling his soul to save Sam, and Sam for having a self-destructive obsession with saving Dean. And this, this is their reasoning, this is their answer. And to them that is everything. That’s reason enough to set the world on fire. He’s my brother and I will do anything to keep him safe. Anything. Even kill innocent people and damn myself to an eternity of hell.
(via thebrotherswinchester)
is such a heavenly way to die
(via lonnieontherun)
