Tima omg I am screaming
there are tears in my eyes I’m laughing so hard
Remember when Sam jumped into the pit because of how much he loved his brother
Dean had to leave, he needed a breather. Sam was just willing to throw it all away? After everything that’s happened?
He took a lap around the hospital, stopping to purse his lips, furrow his brow, and lean against a wall to stare at his boots as he tried to think. He needed to save his Sammy, it was his job. Always had been.
When he finally made it back to the room Sam was just staring at the window, not even out it, just at it from the bed. His exhaustion hit Dean hard. He was so desperate not to be the only one still fighting he was demanding something from his brother he couldn’t give, hope.
Now that Dean thinks about it, it was inevitable. Sammy had always been the one with the positive outlook on the situation, and without that, it’s up to Dean. It’s his turn.
When he opens the door he can see the slight twitch of Sam’s jaw, like he was about to turn to look at Dean but decided against it. Even from this angle Sam looked like shit, and Dean just wishes he could make it all go away.
With a huff Dean walks over, sitting on the bed, his words coming out rough, like he’s the one who’s sick. ”I’m sorry.”
He can see the bob of Sam’s throat as he swallows, speaking obviously being just as tiring as moving. ”I know.”
Dean has to look away, just for a moment, just to fix the small crack that those words made in his strength. He knew. Of course he knew, it was Sam, the one person who’d forgive Dean for anything.
He can see Sam’s confusion when he crawls completely onto the bed, his little brother’s brow furrowed as he looks at him. “C’mon, you need some rest, Sammy.”
Sam doesn’t argue, just lets Dean position them so Sam’s laying down, his head against’s his big brother’s chest. He can’t help it when one arm wraps around Sam, holds him closer while the other brushes through his hair, giving him a gentle kiss on the top of his head before letting his own fall back against the bed’s headboard. ”Go to sleep, Sammy.”
Dean can tell it takes him a few minutes to finally fall asleep, his brow’s furrow finally relaxing when he does. He sighs, tilting his head so he can look down at Sammy, make sure he’s okay before even lets the ideas of what he can do to save him flood his mind. Sam’s contentment seems to make it all easier, because whenever they’re together things are clearer, they’re stronger, and it seems like it’ll get better.
Have first real inspiration to write fic in months
it involves a lot of blood and people dying
why am I this way
you know WHAT
this one time I was reading a J2 and someone said that Chad had a deformed penis and I got really offended and stopped reading it
I’m sure he has a very nicely shaped one
you fucks need to start doing something
or I’m going to start talking about Chad’s penis
do y’all want that
willyousmile replied to your post: I would but I promised I wouldn’t change my url for 3 months
you are so crazy lolol. gunoilsoulmates is cute though, just make your URL sexyassbitch and move on ;D
And then my dash died
omg people on the tv are talking about dick cheese
what is happening
Okay no but seriously
I need another Sam and Dean moment, where they are so close and they are in pain and broken and clinging to each other and their mouths are just there and trembling
People use URLs? I just go by icons.
I just really love it when people are sassy
like it makes me want to get down on one knee and propose