Dean – Page 32 – Random Toughts

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All I see is Sammy, Seeing Dean undress for him for the first time. & suddenly it’s okay to look everywhere he always tries not too, and he does.

~~No one can convince me otherwise.~~

thefucking-trenchcoat:

sometimes I imagine god talking to the angels like they’re his teenage children

“Damnit Gabriel I told you I don’t want you hanging around those Pagans! You’re going to end up just like your older brother!”

“Fuck you dad I can hang out with who ever I want THEY UNDERSTAND ME OKAY YOU JUST SIT AROUND TALKING ABOUT YOUR STUPID HUMANS AND-“

“OH DON’T YOU EVEN GO THERE GABRIEL I HAD THE SAME DAMN TALK WITH LUCIFER AND YOU KNOW WHERE HE IS NOW?”

“Dad I’m sorry I didn’t-“

‘HE’S IN HELL GABRIEL. HELL. DO YOU WANNA END UP IN HELL? I DON’T THINK SO. YOU BETTER CHANGE YOUR ATTITUDE YOUNG ANGEL.”

“You know what this is why I hang out with the Pagans, they don’t scream at me just cause I wanna be in individual~ so fuck you dad okay I’m leaving!”

“YOU’RE NOT AN INDIVIDUAL DAMNIT YOU’RE A SOLDIER.”

then gabriel would walk out and slam the door and cas would be hiding under the bed with his teddy bear and balthazar would come in and hug him while michael went out to find gabriel and bring him home

and then when things were quiet, god would sigh and drunkenly contemplate where he went wrong raising such a fucked up bunch of kids

crimical:

Supernatural AU → Sam and Dean as serial killers that only really care about a few things: each other, the feeling they get when someone runs away from them, the open road, when people stare and don’t dare move, the slight ache in their shoulders when they pull the trigger and feeling the adrenaline rush through their veins.

we’re the ones you should be afraid of.

theboykingsqueen:

Dean grunts as Sam collapses in his arms. “It’s okay, little brother. C’mere. Let it out. Don’t you listen to them, okay? Those sons-of-bitches don’t know my Sammy. You’re my world, Sam. You’re my fuckin’ world, and I’ll put every last one of em in the ground if they so much as think another negative thing about you.”

Sam shudders, body heaving with sobs, but he nods into Dean’s shoulder, stuttering out, “O-okay, Dean. Okay.” Dean’s lips tighten into a firm, flat line, his eyes going dark with fury at those who dared not realize that his little brother was the physical fucking embodiment of the goddamn sun.

Then, Dean’s dilated pupils relaxed, the bright green creeping slowly back out, his mouth softening as he gazed upon his broken boy. Hugging him tighter, Dean whispered fiercely into Sam’s skin, “You’re my hero, Sammy. Don’t you ever forget that.”