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drawing a Boy King to cope :’)

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wild that sam just lives his life knowing that dean’s opinion and acceptance of him could turn on a dime at any time. that the one person he has in the world can go from reciting a prepared list of grievances against him on autopilot to “i would never put anything in front of you.” that they can go from “i think it should be you up there” to “my brother’s gonna walk through that door and kick your ass” seemingly at random and he just gets to wait for the other shoe to drop, for years, because dean’s love is conditional but his presence isn’t. 

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I was kind of a lonely kid, Dean.

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Is that all there is?

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would love to see john pushing sam and dean together for a kiss

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and yeah ☝️i know about sammy too 🤨😐 the bonnie to your clyde 🤭🔪 yeah 😘 well that parts true 💞😏

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How many years

I know I'll bear

I found something

In the woods somewhere (c)

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Stackednatural- 220/327

Death Takes a Holiday (4x15) March 12th, 2009

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Lullabies for Little Criminals - Heather O’Neill

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warm-up but the rule of this blog has always been that what gets drawn also gets posted

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the way that desire can make anything into a god.

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You fucked up Sammy

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ada limón

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“I remember thinking, I could never go on a quest like that. Because I’m not clean. I mean, I was just a little kid. But you think maybe I knew? I mean, deep down, that I had demon blood in me, and about the evil of it, and that I’m - wasn’t pure?” (8x21)

Bonus:

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it’s always “he drank demon blood and had a hot demon gf!!! bloodfreak <3” and never “whose death was so unbearable that sam let go of his deepest childhood fear of being unclean and taint his body that way? whose absence ripped away everything that sam held dear because nothing mattered without him? who did the demon have to emulate to worm her way into his life and his confidence (and his bed)? whose memory was so inescapable that he was drowning in grief every second of every day? whose death caused such ruin to his being that avenging it became not only the only reason to live but also a cause worth sacrificing every principle he lived by?”