#Simon Said

[manichewitz]

what i say: i’m fine

what i mean: when sam and dean are investigating andy gallagher, a guy who they fully think killed someone with his mind, they find a massive bong in his car. more specifically dean says hey sam look at this massive bong and then picks it up, turns to sam, and smiles. smash cut to sam and dean in the impala, eating food together for no discernible reason. now im no expert here but they obviously used that bong didnt they. they broke into this guys car and took his bong and smoked his weed and then got the munchies. supernatural is a show steeped in subtext and that subtext includes the incredibly vital fact that sam and dean winchester stopped their telepath murder investigation to smoke the telepath murder weed in the middle of the day and then got on with their case like nothing happened. who’s doing it like them

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

[jarpadandjensens]

Andy: Man, the '67? Impala's best year if you ask me. This is a serious classic. Dean: Yeah. You know, I just rebuilt her, too. Andy: Yeah? Dean: Yeah, can't let a car like this one go. Andy: Damn straight! Hey, can I have it? Dean: Sure, man!

[mishaesque]

Scenic Supernatural 2.05 Simon Said

[s2e11playthings]

they were so funny for this

[hexedwinchester]

Supernatural S02E05 Simon Said

[winchestersickness]

Season 2 + csa interpretation

2x05 // 2x10 // 2x21

[psychicsamlover]

[moontaeddybear]

SBS The Show Simon Says

[samepisodebracket]

Round 1; Group 1

[thebeautyofspn]

2x05 Simon Said

[onespncap]

s02e05 -- "Simon Said"

[mmaeeve]

daily dean quote #239/366:

“besides, if i ran off with you, i think your mother might kill me.”

- season 2, episode 5, simon said

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

Damage Control - 2x05 Simon Said

Ellen sounded urgent on the phone, and Dean’s learned never to disregard her requests, so he puts his foot down on the Impala’s gas pedal and makes her eat asphalt. The rainy landscape swooshes past the windows, and Sam, worn out by his vision headaches and getting conked on the head, quickly dozes off in the passenger seat. 

Dean, however, is wide awake. He can’t shake a feeling of deep-rooted unease. It’s fueled not only by Ellen’s ominous call, but also by his lingering dread about Sam. What had happened in Guthrie with Andy and his evil twin only confirms that something big is coming. Whatever the yellow-eyed demon set in motion is unfolding, Sam smack in the middle of it, and John Winchester’s final words ricochet in Dean’s head: “You have to save Sam. And if you can’t save him, you’ll have to kill him.”

Looking at Sammy’s snub-nosed profile, so innocent in his sleep, Dean cannot believe that his brother would ever turn evil. But they’d both seen what Andy’s twin brother had turned into, and how his psychic abilities had become lethal weapons that made him nearly unstoppable. How Andy himself would turn out after everything that had happened was still up in the air. And there had been that other psychic kid, Max, who’d killed himself.

So far, nothing good had come out of Sam’s and the others’ strange abilities, and although Dean trusts his brother, a nagging fear remains, along with the weight of keeping his father’s warning a secret. Dean’s almost bursting with it, but he’s afraid that, if he shared Dad’s final words with Sam now, his little brother would flip. No, this is his burden to carry, and his alone, no matter how much it drags him down.

With a sudden, choked snore, Sam jerks awake. Limbs askew, his hazel eyes land on Dean.

“You good, Miss Piggy?” Dean asks good-naturedly.

Sam wipes drool from his mouth and sits up straight. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just… weird dream.”

Dean frowns. “Dream or vision?” 

He’d really hoped this would stop once they left the case and Andy behind. Sam’s visions still freak him out.

“Dream. I think.”

“You think? Could you be a little more specific?” Dean doesn’t want to sound anxious, but he can’t quite help it.

“Dean…” Sam wipes sleep from his eyes. “I don’t exactly have a manual for this. I’m not-... I think it was just a dream. I don’t have a headache. I usually do. And Dad was in it, but he’s dead, so…” He shrugs. “Can’t have been a vision, right?”

Pursing his lips, Dean studies Sammy before he trains his eyes back on the road. The rain is still coming down hard, and the sky is dark and heavy with more.

“How’s that melon of yours, anyway?” Dean asks. “You up for grabbing some lunch? I’m hungry.” 

Sam gingerly palpates the back of his head. A bruise runs down all the way to his neck. But he nods.

“Yeah, okay. I think I could eat.”

“No nausea?” The EMT had checked Sam for a concussion, but Dean wants to make sure.

“No, just a little sore. I’m fine.” 

Once more, Dean searches his brother’s face for the typical Winchester bravado, but Sam’s neither pale nor sporting that lip-kneading nose scrunch that usually gives him away. He really does look fine, and it makes Dean’s heart feel a little lighter.

“Good! I saw a sign advertising some bistro thing coming up in the next town. I’m pretty sure they have some rabbit food for you.”

Sam arches an eyebrow. “No burger barn?”

“Only the best for you today, Vision Boy.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Freak of the Week?”

“No!”

“Mr. Mind Control?”

“Shut up!” Sam punches Dean’s upper arm, but a smirk mixes into his annoyance. Dean takes that as a win.

Sam squints through the sheets of rain sloshing down the windows. “Where are we, anyway?”

“Coming up on Salina.”

“Kansas?”

“No, the moon, dufus!” Dean side-eyes his brother. “You sure you don’t have a concussion?”

“Give me a minute to wake up, alright?” Sam grumbles back.

And there it is again: Dean’s fear. As happy as he is to be reunited with Sam, worrying about him seems to be all he’s doing lately. He’d forgotten about that, in the years without Sam. Had forgotten how it feels to be constantly afraid that something might happen to his little brother, to feel responsible and vigilant all the fucking time. That fear of failing to protect Sammy - even from the things that are beyond his control - it’s exhausting. 

“And didn’t Ellen say we should hurry?” Sam frowns at Dean. “Maybe we should just get something quick to go and not waste any time.”

Sam’s remark is enough to let Dean’s pent-up fear bubble into anger.

“I’m hungry, okay?”, he says too loudly. “ ‘bout five minutes from getting hangry, in fact, and you don’t want that to happen. I need to pee. And I need a break before facing Ellen, whatever it is that has her so pissed off. It’s been a day, alright? I got my head screwed with, I almost lost my car, and I nearly shot myself with my own rifle. And you? You…” He flaps his hand at Sam, not finding words. “I think we deserve a goddamn lunch break.”

“Alright, alright!” Sam lifts his hands. “Whatever you need.”

Dean grunts, internally kicking himself. He knows his mood is all over the place. What Sam needs now is reassurance and not Dean’s temper flaring up. Maybe food will help. 

Fifteen miles later, they roll up to a little restaurant with the Eiffel tower painted on a peeling sign above the door. It looks cozy from the outside and not too fancy or expensive. A look at the menu confirms it’s affordable, and they have a selection of salads for Sam and even a burger for Dean. 

Seated at a small table by the window, waiting for their food, Sam gazes at the cloud-hung sky outside and then at Dean. “Do you think Andy will be alright?”

Dean sighs, fighting down a new surge of anger and worry.

“He’ll be fine, Sam. He’s not a bad guy. And he knows we’ll be back if he does something stupid.” He scrubs a hand across his face. He really needs a shave. “Look, can we just eat now?”

Sam shifts awkwardly in his chair. He’s radiating discomfort, insecurity in his eyes, but Dean can’t assuage it any further than he’s already tried. Things are what they are at the moment. Something’s coming, and they don’t know what. All they can do is keep their heads down and try not to freak out. 

Their food arrives, and,  hungry and grateful for the distraction, Dean digs in. Sam hesitates, apparently still needing to get something off his chest, but eventually he picks up his fork and starts eating as well. 

Fifteen silent minutes later, they’re back on the road, and while Dean’s no longer hungry, his stomach is still in knots. 

The Damage Control Series - Masterlist

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[steponmetommi]

Rewatching Supernatural and

This man has gone back to infiltrating my mental health

HELP

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