This moment is so touching, both because Jared is being so honest (and remember how raw and painful that scene was) but also because of the interaction in those last two gifs. Look at Jensen in gif 7, he’s dead serious and really intense, ‘are you OK?’ and Jared takes just a second and then he’s physically and verbally reassuring Jensen and they both slip into this comedy mode (Jensen starts to fake cry) and it breaks the tension and everything moves on before Jared gets too serious and overwhelmed. It’s a nice little insight into their friendship I think. (video)
At Stanford, Sam keeps his phone on vibrate. It’s just too hard to be constantly turning the volume off and on in between classes. One mishap when he gets a call in the middle of a silent lecture hall that earns him the glares of every student in the room teaches him his lesson.
It’s two in the morning when his phone vibrates off his nightstand and crashes onto the floor. Sam gropes with one hand on the carpet, other hand rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He flips open the phone, not bothering to check who’s calling.
“Hello?“
"Hey Sammy,” Dean’s voice comes through the line.
Sam sits up, suddenly wide awake. “Dean?”
“The one and only.” Dean’s voice sounds weird, kind of slow and slurred.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Sam asks, concerned.
Dean chuckles. “Nah, I’m good. Nothing a few stitches won’t take care of.”
Sam lets out a sigh of relief. “Good, that’s good. What were you hunting?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Dean replies, dismissive. “Let’s talk about you. What have you been up to college boy?"
"Oh the usual. Classes are a bitch, got two papers due on Friday, but I love it here, Dean, I really do.” Sam is smiling.
“That’s great, Sammy.” Dean coughs wetly, but it sounds muffled, like Dean is trying to hide the sound.
“Dean, are you sure you’re okay?"
Dean clears his throat. “Dude, stop worrying about me.” It almost sounds normal.
Shaking his head, Sam decides to let it go. “Okay, okay.”
There’s a silence then Dean starts talking again. “Y’know I love you, right Sam?”
"Yeah, of course.” It was a no brainer.
“No, no Sam. I love you, okay?”
"I know, Dean, I love you too."
"Just remember that, ok?” Dean coughs again.
“Yeah, you too.” And that’s just weird, because Dean never talks about his emotions like this, not even when they’re laying together, naked, catching their breath after the most glorious orgasms.
“I gotta go now, Sammy,” Dean says regretfully.
“Okay, later Dean."
"Yeah… later, Sam.” There’s a beep and then the line goes dead.
The next morning, Sam turns on the news while he eats breakfast. The reporter is talking about a park ranger that was mauled by a bear in the Portola Redwoods State Park.
“Ranger Samuel Cole was found dead early this morning…” The reporter continues seriously. The screen shows a picture of the ranger’s identification card, and that’s-
Dean.
“No. No no no no no no!” Sam scrambles up and grabs his phone, pressing 1 on speed dial. It goes straight to voicemail.
Sam sinks to the carpet in front of the TV, and doesn’t move until he runs out of tears.
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