#fallen idols

[spnyouresostupid]

[shirtlesssammy]

Dean Winchester every day -- 87/326

Supernatural 5x05//Fallen Idols

[supernatural-24]

Dean being excited to talk about James Dean in 5x05 (Fallen Idols) is so devastating to me because James was literally displayed as the posterboy of masculinity for years whilst he struggled with his own identity, pushed so many of the people closest to him away, was desperately terrified of his bisexuality, excessively drank, barely identified with his home town, had a distant father also a mother that passed away when he was young. Like it's literally him and it's so tragic. They also both died young. (Although James was a lot younger than Dean)(James Dean's life was very interesting too and I recommend researching him if you are interested in old Hollywood or queer history)

[soulmates-for-real]

Happy J2s Day 💗

A cute BTS story from S5 Fallen Idols!

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[arcanespillo]

"Fallen Idols"

SPN S5E05

[msfeatherfreckles]

They did this on supernatural.

[youchoseeachother]

Supernatural Comic Book | 5.05

[thebeautyofspn]

5x05 Fallen Idols

[ehgood-enough]

I love this episode so much “that’s hot”. The earlier seasons did fun episodes so well

[avreni]

I was reflecting on Joss Whedon and JK Rowling's descents from admired creators of two of my favourite fandoms and started to worry who is next. Luckily, we already know that Paper hook children on gambling and probably eat puppies (and Gifties), so we probably won't be surprised by any future dark revelations.

[swordofsun]

Okay, barely into Fallen Idols and I'm getting all the s1 vibes. Sam doesn't care about people dying mysteriously because it's not apocalypse related. Dean needing to explain it to him.

[spnyouresostupid]

You got wailed on by Paris Hilton

[writethelifeyouwant]

Fallen

Summary: Sam was sick of being on hunter’s probation, and Dean agrees to finally let him off the hook and let him have a bit more prerogative – make what they have more of a partnership. But now that Sam’s kicked off the training wheels, he remembers something else Dean told him he could do when he grew up, and now he can’t get it out of his head.

Pairing: Sam x Dean  Warnings: Incest, Brief allusion to suicide, memory of an underage kiss Tags: wincest, mutual pining, idiot brothers, trust issues, angst, guilt, kissing Bingo Squares: @supernatural-jackles TMAS - Mutual Pining | @spndeanbingo - Mutual Pining | @samwinchesterbingo - Mutual Pining Word Count: 1,105

A/N: Immediately following the events of season five episode five - Fallen Idols. I watched it recently and the plot bunnies hopped straight from the screen to my brain! They’re so deranged and in love it’s just nutty.

“Hey, Dean?” Sam called out as they walked into their new motel room, tossing his older brother the Impala keys as he turned around. 

“Yeah?” Dean asked, catching the keys easily in one hand and sliding them into the duffle bag he’d just dropped onto the bed he was apparently claiming as his for the night. 

Sam took a deep, steadying breath, gearing himself up for what he was about to do, then he dropped his backpack onto the table behind him and stepped purposefully towards Dean. 

“On the topic of ‘me growing up’–” he broke off, taking another breath, shallower this time, his throat constricting around his words. 

“Yeah?” Dean prompted, the corner of his mouth drawing up in confused expectation as he waited for Sam to finish his sentence, but the younger man just stood there, broad chest puffing up and back down as his eyes darted all around Dean’s face, never able to settle on one feature for longer than a few milliseconds. 

Sam felt like his tongue had swelled up to three sizes too big for his mouth, forcing his lips ever so slightly apart. He let the tip of his tongue skate into view momentarily, hoping that wetting his lips would help him reset his mouth somehow so he could say what was on his mind. Dean’s gaze was drawn down to the movement, and Sam’s eyes caught the switch in his brother’s attention, his own stare fixing on Dean’s lips.

“Spit it out, Sammy, c’mon,” Dean crossed his arms and huffed in exasperation, his weight shifting from left to right on his booted feet. 

Sam’s hands shot up as he surged forward, grabbing Dean’s face and pulling him in close in a firm, assertive kiss. As Sam guessed he would, Dean struggled against his hold after a second, once his brain had caught up with what was happening. But Sam didn’t let him separate them, he only stepped closer, so his legs slotted in with Dean’s, and he strengthened his grip, his fingers curling behind Dean’s ears using them like handles to pull him even closer. Dean still didn’t kiss him back, though. 

Despite the lack of response from his brother, it was still up there with one of the best kisses Sam had ever had – because it was Dean. And he’d been in love with Dean for as long as he’d understood what that really meant. It was one of the reasons he’s always felt so guilty about Jessica’s death; because even though he’d loved Jess, planned to marry her, he’d still been in love with Dean the whole time they’d been together. And when Dean broke into their house and said he needed Sam back, how was Sam supposed to resist that? So he’d gone with Dean, and he hadn’t been in the house when Yellow Eyes had paid his visit. He wasn’t there to protect her – he’d been in the Impala with Dean, debating whether or not he should do exactly what he’s doing right now. 

When Sam finally broke away from the kiss, panting and out of breath and on the verge of tears –from happiness at finally kissing Dean, from disappointment that Dean didn’t kiss him back, from self-loathing over the fact that he wanted something this perverse in the first place, regret that he was putting his brother in such an impossible position– Dean was staring at him with so much pain etched into every line of his expression that Sam thought about cutting his wrists right then and there, to save Dean the torment of having to reject him. He could see clear as day how much the idea was killing him. 

“Sam–” Dean choked out, voice cracking like he was seventeen again, which was the last time Sam had tried to kiss Dean. 

John had given Sam his first beer in celebration after a hunt, and then Dean –ever the big brother– had given Sam his second, third, fourth and fifth. Drunk off his ass, Sam had tripped over Dean’s foot when he jumped down off the hood of the Impala and narrowly escaped breaking his wrist as he flung his arms out to catch himself. But Dean’s reflexes were still sharp, not nearly as affected by his own five beers as Sam was, and he’d caught the gangly boy in his arms and hoisted him back up. With their arms wrapped around each other, their legs tangled up, Dean’s nose brushing though Sam’s hair as they laughed, Sam had looked up, eyes shining with alcohol and the eternal adoration he’d always held for his big brother. He pushed up on his tiptoes and kissed him, sloppy and stupid, and he kind of missed, only landing half of his lips on Dean’s, and in Sam’s drunk memory, Dean had kissed him back for the barest moment before he pulled away with a sad shade over his face and a half hearted smile. 

“You’re growin’ up tiger,” he laughed, ruffling Sam's hair affectionately. “But you’re not grown up enough for that kinda thing yet.” 

“You gotta let me grow up, Dean,” Sam repeated his earlier plea, voice cracking just as badly as Dean’s with all the pent up desperation that he was straining to hold back. 

“...you remember that?” Dean’s voice was a scratchy, sand-paper whisper. 

“You thought I didn’t?” Sam’s laugh bubbled up through the tears he was still repressing, wet and abrupt. 

“You were blackout by the end of the night,” Dean shrugged helplessly. “You never… not again–” 

“Neither did you,” Sam pointed out, the ghost of an accusation. But he knew Dean would never have been the one to make a move between them. He had too much guilt, too much pride, too much love for Sam to do something that would spoil him so epically, the way this would. Dean still thought Sam might get into heaven one day. Sam knew better. He’d fallen for Dean far too many years ago, heaven was never in his cards, even before the demon blood and the apocalypse. Dean wouldn’t be able to save him from the pit when their time came – but he could give him paradise on Earth. Here, and now.

Dean’s mouth opened but no response came out. His breath ghosted over Sam’s face as his eyes tried to look anywhere but there. 

“We can’t, Sammy,” a whisper broke through the silence, the crack in Sam’s hope more painful than a broken bone. Dean tried to back away but his legs hit the mattress and he fell backwards, off balanced, burying his face in his hands. “We can’t.”

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S5 Re-watch

Fallen Idols

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"Fallen Idols"

SPN S5E05