#not just for me but for dean too

[shyshitter]

alls i’m saying is the spn revival better have garthbenny and their werepire kids so dean can finally hear cas say ‘werepire’ and so i can see two people who are married irl have less sexual tension than two straight guys

[whydotheycallmechimney]

kind of tragic how dean puts all this responsibility onto himself to be sam’s protector, when the truth is sam has never once been safe. the biggest violation in his life happened when he was six months old, and nobody was there to protect him. and nothing anyone did afterwards could ever make up for that fact.

[alaynestone]

rare sightings of dean's pretty armpits over 15 seasons of spn aka what you follow this blog for!

[castiels-undercoat]

Thinking abt Jack bringing Cas back but making him fully powered +some so Cas is just at the bunker fully mojoed out, and Dean really really forgot how hot Cas being scary and all powerful was.

[samwinchestermydude]

I think we as Sam fans should be more annoying and loud about the fact that his crossroad demons were men twice.

(This is me being pissed off about how people will say dean is of course bi due to some dumb shit like the siren, which was his brother, and “bi lighting” or something, and then turn around and say Sam is the straightest character. Like what.)

[mlobsters]

supernatural s1e16 shadow (w. eric kripke)

I want us to be together again.

be still my beating heart part 2 of ∞ || will he stay or will he go part 1 of ?

(aka the first time i had a full-tilt meltdown over this show)

[gabriels-golden-kazoo]

[werepires]

Fic in which Mary tries extra hard to bond with Cas to show Dean she supports him and their relationship, except that relationship doesn’t exist in the way she thinks it does and because none of them ever use their words Dean is now faced with the horrifying thought Cas might become his stepdad

[hrrystylesbookclub]

we all know the snows’ infamous catchphrase “snow lands on top”

i’m currently rereading catching fire and i came across this part where katniss is making up a lie about hearing a forcefield, and one of the examples she uses of enhanced hearing since the capitol reconstructed her ear:

when i came back across this part i almost SCREAMED, this right here is so symbolic because it is the first instance within the 75th hunger games where katniss is taking a real instance in using the capitol, thereby also snow, against itself. she turns a skill she learned from fellow tributes into a conspiracy that can be used to turn suspicions on capitol doctors. and this THIS!!!! is the start of the sound of snow falling for the first time since dean highbottom 65 years ago. after years of a torturous reign of snow landing on top, katniss is able to plant that seed of snow hitting the ground

[samsrosary]

you only love me when we're all alone

[shadystranger]

throughout dean's death scene he tries to hide his pain from the rebar stabbing right through him. he keeps smiling and tries to joke as much as he can to lessen sam's sadness because sam keeps looking at him all panicked and crying

like dean plays his own death off to be as sweetly as possible to sam he tries to assure him, coddle him as if when they were kids and he'd try to make sam laugh to take his mind off everything terrible in their life

[akidachi]

i have been rotating them around in my head for months

[samdeancrimespree]

there’s something about wincest in the pre-slash era (whenever that is) where i think the dynamic is: one of them does not have sex with men. doesn’t think of them that way, because it feels too dangerous, too easy to slip into those fantasies he keeps locked away. and the other one fucks guys, but only ones who are eerily similar, carbon copies to his brother. the type of resemblance that would turn most siblings off. and the roles could go either way, for either of them. just… the dynamics of the different types of desperate “unrequited” feelings and the way they try to get away from them.

like. dean getting drunk and making out with some tall, long haired guy at a bar. nasty desperate hands down the back of the guys jeans, stifling a sigh that his ass isn’t quite round enough to be sam’s. he has blue eyes, not brown, but dean isn’t looking at his face anyway. fucking not-sam rough in the back of the impala, moaning baby and cutting off before brother, saying sam’s name when he cums, trying not to stare at the army figure in the ashtray. hating himself for it, swearing off it, but always crawling back, chasing the high like an addict. feeling deep in his soul that sam was right to leave, that he’s better off without his sick freak of a brother.

sam being into girls with short hair, accidentally hitting on lesbians because he struggles to be attracted to anything not wearing a crew cut, flannel and work boots. he’s sick, he knows, that’s part of why he had to leave. frosh week drunk, he lets a guy flirt with him, because he’s just tall enough, just different enough, that sam can give himself plausible deniability. his lips are too thin, he’s too gentle, he smells like axe and fake leather, but sam needs something, and this is all he can get. it’s going fine, until the guy— too late now to ask his name— goes for sam’s belt and sam feels like he’s going to puke. the wrongness of it comes over him all at once, like a fever or a hex. clarity pierces his drunken state: not dean’s hands, not dean’s voice, not dean, wrong. at least it gives him an excuse to back out, a good reason to lock himself in the bathroom and sit on the floor, trying to determine if the dry heaving is cheap beer or grief.

girls are— safe. long hair, soft hands, sweet and gentle and nowhere close to 6’1. this way, there’s nothing reminding sam of the absence, nothing pushing against the barrier he’s made around what he really wants. he can be normal.

he knows it’s dean after the first strike, knows his footsteps and his breath and the outline of his shoulders, even now, even in the dark. but sam doesn’t stop fighting, because he’ll have to stop touching dean, and sam can allow himself this one thing, after so long. dean’s leather jacket on sam’s bare arms is making him dizzy, and sam lets dean take him down, the beginning and end of sam’s understanding of desire. a reminder, familiar like dean’s rough palms on his wrists, his weight pinning sam, his shit-eating grin and drawled easy, tiger; sam has never been normal.

[crosnt]

ok but if i was in supernatural i would hate the way they talk on the phone because my stupid ass would think they were pissed at me constantly

they never say goodbye to each other they just go "ok cool" and then hang up immediately?? like what if i had something else to add bitch also are you mad at me

[winbred]

my best friend talking about how sam 'moving on' when dean was in purgatory was out of character and hurtful because she believes if the roles were reversed and dean thought there was no way to get him back would've just gave up and shot himself in the head.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

the most Dog ever. or. dog shaped Thing ever