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people acting like sam and dean being fucked up codependent freaks that routinely sideline everyone around them for the sake of the other is some kind of bug instead of a built-in feature. babes, that's the point. we aren't here for the touching brotherly love, we are here for the rap sheet of undiagnosed mental illnesses that make them the worst nightmare versions of themselves when their brother is even slightly threatened

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"It is quite unhealthy, but they are so feverishly, manically in love with each other. They can't be away from each other and they can't be near each other at the same time." - Jacob Anderson perfectly describing Loustat (source)

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“Shadow”

Supernatural S1E16

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sam, literally, in canon: yes i have a lock of dean's hair. i picked it out from the drain when he cut it. can we get to the important things now

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Graphic representation of Sam's wedding

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S4 Re-watch

Jump the Shark

It's adorable how Dean, despite being pissed off the entire episode, is so in tune with Sam.

He knows a split second earlier that he will inevitably go for the scissors 😄 and sulks and pouts.

Sam looks on, so fondly, smirking sexily 💗

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whatever you do don’t think about stanford sam up at 3 am laying awake in his dorm bed wondering where dean is. if dean is safe or if he’s hurt or he needs help or he’s dead, and, oh god, he has to sleep because he has an exam tomorrow but oh my GOD what if dean’s dead and he doesn’t even know?—

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jared’s crush on jensen is just as cute as jensen’s crush on jared [jensen]

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Still wild to me that dean and jess both had green eyes and were blonde (kind of) and pretty and had the same birthday

Like sam really went to stanford and fell in love with someone who reminded him of dean

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look, all i’m saying is...sam and dean should fuck in a cemetery

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proud advocate of the dean winchester is a bottom who attempts to top but gets dominated by sam every time committee

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happy wincest wednesday! i have a basic(?) one, what about some protective/caring sam?

"Your head still hurt?"

"Dude," Dean says, like he's tired of it, but it doesn't come out all that tough when it's nearly a whisper, the ice pack still held sloppy against his temple. Sam hums, gets up, disappears. That's what was supposed to happen but Dean nevertheless feels a little hard done by -- more than he already was, with his brains leaking out his ear. Or -- no, that's the ice pack, dripping, a cold trail sliding down past his ear and down into the collar of his shirt, horrible, freezing --

"Okay, stop whining," Sam says, and lifts the ice pack off his head and there's, oh, a lot of light. Dean flinches, squinting, which only makes his head hurt more, but there's -- Sam, his hand covering Dean's eyes, heavily warm while he does something with the sogged-out pack. The warmth of him does actually feel sort of nice, through Dean's frozen eyelids. His leg leaned up against Dean's knee where he's sprawled in the armchair, his body leaning over. Dean can sense it even with his eyes closed. All that Sam.

"Dude, you are so concussed," Sam says. Sounds kind of like he's smiling and kind of like he's worried, which in the many years of experience Dean's had is one of those Sam-voices he knows extremely well. His hand disappears and there's a softer muted kind of glow, a dimness that Dean appreciates when he peeks cautiously through his eyelashes. Big shadow of Sam over him. Dark blood on his dark jeans, his plaid discarded somewhere so he's just in his t-shirt, formerly grey but stained dark, too. Not Sam's blood, at least. Dean made sure of that.

A fresh dry cloth, then, around a fresh ziploc of ice. Sam lays it careful over Dean's temple and holds it there himself, blessedly cool, staying right there so Dean doesn't have to. Dean sighs and reaches out, and catches--what? Denim, and then bare skin, and he tucks his fingers there, holding on. Sam's belly rising with his breath. The whole point of--of everything, Dean's pretty sure. The whole world, right there.

"Trying to get into my pants?" Sam says, quiet. "Don't think you can follow through right now, buddy."

"Slander," Dean croaks. "I'll rock your world, just wait."

"Yeah, sure you will," Sam says, and his unoccupied fingers spread wide and firm on the side of Dean's jaw, so Dean's head is held between Sam's two hands, safe.

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'Couple Married For 10,000 Years Reveal Their Secrets To A Happy Marriage'

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Dean with his hand in Sam’s ghost chest: “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

Sam: “Get out of me”

Dean: “You’re such a prude.”

SEVERAL PEOPLE ARE TYPING

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sam and his guard dog, dean

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