#sam amd dean

[aliusfrater]

brainstorming the differences between sam and dean's experiences wrt persecution regarding their respective earlier seasons vs season nine and ten relationships with monstrosity. and i mean this especially in terms of narrative assigned ontological and/or unknowable evil as synonyms with monstrosity despite the canonically depicted circumstances or agencies. using cole as an example: cole is narratively portrayed as 1) fundamentally misunderstanding and out of depth to the point or irony, as well as 2) tracking dean down for Something Dean Legitimately Did rather than for/as a result of his assigned monstrosity. which is a stark comparison to gordon's thesis of monstrous evil and his strong values regarding the dichotomy of monstrosity... or even the hunters in 5.03 whose violation of sam came from the accusation of monstrosity they'd learned about through the demon who killed their friends (note that they'd already collected and had that vial of blood before they forced sam to admit anything). cole didn't know about dean's monstrosity and when he did know during their later confrontation‚ 1) dean was no longer perceivably monstrous, and 2) dean talks cole into becoming an ally. it's particularly interesting that dean ends up being the one who victimised other hunters (charlie and rudy) within his perceivable monstrosity.

there's also a similarly stark difference between their respective abduction scenes in 2.10 and 10.02—dean and gordon's resulting from a fight vs sam and cole's resulting from deception; gordon's possession of knowledge about sam and how that's channelled into his deciding and enactment of sam's fate + how that foils dean's inherited role in sam's fate for the season vs sam's actively negotiated life before being tortured for information about dean + cole's established and foiled role as his family's patriarch; dean's compromised role as sam's protector vs sam's compromised role as dean's pursuer; "they're all gonna be killers, dean. we've got to take them all out. and that means sammy too." / "you're no better than the filthy things you hunt." / "show your brother the killer you really are, sammy." vs "he's a monster." / "well, he was. yeah, he was... many, many moons ago. but now he's prey. and i'm the monster now."

[calliopeos]

Early seasons Sam is just so sarcastic and little-brother-y and I’m here for it

[aubreyalore]

i just read destiel fanfic where they meet in heaven amd get together there, but the thing i really loved was that sams son dean was inlove with garths son castiel and their roles switched. dean confessed his love before dieing amd the history kinda repeated itself. idk if i explained it enough but i just loved it.

[sweetonsugden]

I’m watching “Mother’s Little Helper” 9x17 amd it’s Misha’s episode that he directed.

I’m still so impressed. He did such a good job. My favorite shots are:

1. When Dean is staring at the liquor bottle between the lamp and another object

2. The scene of the souls returning to their bodies in the jail, with very haunting music.

3. Abbadon (dressed as a num) watching the young nun as she and Henry Winchester drive past in slow motion.

4. The ending shot of Dean and Sam sitting at separate tables in the bunker l symbolizing the emotional distance between them, the separateness of their relationship at the time.

So well done, Misha.

[type-40-nightingales]

Actually theyd stay in the bunker and theres like grass on top of it right so theyd plant trees and flowers and vegetables and make a community garden and dean would cook with the honey and the vegetables and cas would be out there for hours all the time gardening and hunters and witches and ect would pass by for advice or help or just a free meal and a place to crash and theyd tell these hunters stories. Of defeating god and lucifer and crowley and metatron yes. Of how their friends died and the mistakes they made yes. But also the small momments. About momments with bobby growing up and dean and charlies star wars binges and the small momments and the hunters would hear this and theyd look for those momments in their lives too. And the hunters would tell these stories and compare notes on the winchesters and tell others about them even when deans and sam and eileen are dead. And maybe sometimes cas and jack would walk the earth. And the hunters would still know their names and faces and still know the names of bobby and charlie amd rufus and jo and ellen and kevin and cas would tell dean about it in heaven and that wont fix anything but itd make it a little better. And hunters still have the bunker and the books and the info the men of letters left and maybe someone else would decide to work the gardens and live their and keep the photos of those who did before and after them someone else. And maybe little peices of sam and dean and cas all their family stick around

[rincewinds-hat]

picture this: destiel mama mia au. Dean (who, for this plot will be trans masc and also why not) and his brother Sam move to an island in Greece to get away from their toxic father. Dean meets amd falls for several men in the first few months - Benny, a sailor from Luisiana who's writing a book about his journeys; Crowley, a businessman who he didn't get along with at first but ended up having a fling with (Crowley development feelings, but Dean didn't); and Castiel, an architect who's been following a plan his whole life, and coming here and being with Dean has showed him free will and actual love (but he has to go back, because despite everything he still wants to be accepted and loved by his family). Suddenly, they all reunite when Jack (Dean's child) is having his 18 birthday party

Edit: it took 6 reblogs (2 of them with tags/ text, love yall for that) and 27 likes. I will start writing it tonight, updates soon

Update: it's on ao3 since the 27th, link below (it's been here for 2 days, and it already has 9 kudos without this lil promo, i consider this a huge win)

[sams-princess-hair]

Full Pre-Stanford fic

Cw: cursing, smut, Dean being Sad, brief mention of puke, handjobs, John being a pos.

Dean feels nausea bubbling up in his stomach, the sound of arguing playing over in his head, and he's going to be sick.

Last night, he and Sam finally got time together thanks to John's unending alcoholism. They spent the day together, and Dean felt like a nervous kid, stomach twisted up in knots, and cold sweat on his palms. He's loved Sam for as long as he can remember. The kid was the best part of his day, all happy to see him and smart as a whip. Sam graduated with honors to his brother's beaming pride. John said that Sam was going to be going out with them on more hunts soon, and Dean couldn't wait, finally having someone to work with him, unlike John, who treated him like a weapons caddy. Dean always thought Sam was too pretty for hunting though, he tried to tell him a few times, but it came off as him making fun of Sam's long hair or soft skin. No one can put their foot in their mouth like Dean. When he finally got the nerve up to kiss Sam's temple, it was a quick, fleeting thing, but they were both so aware of it. The boys hug each other after they avoid death, but kisses are reserved for pretty girls and sad dead goodbyes. They both felt the shift from it, Dean could have combusted, and then, like an answered prayer, relief came in the form of long arms around him.

They fell into each other, slow and consuming, years of itch, and need all seeping to the surface. Each one with clammy hands, trying to find a way to hold each other. They kiss, for real, like they kiss girls they kissed, they both know it's wrong and dirty, but so are they. It's not their fault. Dean spends so much time licking into Sam's perfect mouth. He sucks the fat of Sam's candy pink lip into his mouth and drags his teeth over it. He pours affection over Sam and the cream skin he's torn his eyes from for years. Running hands over mile long limbs and so much Sam that he can't wrap his head around it, grew up so big and tall.

Dean tucks his hand in the crook of Sam's knee and pulls him over his lap, holding those skinny hips close and pressing his face into his stomach, breathing there as if he might evaporate. Acres of Neutrogena model skin, sprawling over the sweet boy in his lap. When he finally pulls back to look at Sam, the streetlight makes his skin glow heavenly pale, his hazel eyes look green and silver and endless.

They can't help it. Deam's pants are shoved down, and Sam is in his shirt and dirty socks sitting on Dean's lap, panting against his salt licked skin. Dean's calloused hand, working them both together as he swallows every sound from Sam's soft mouth. His other hand traces up into that shaggy brown hair that he keeps telling Sam to cut, pulling him deeper into that consuming kiss. Dean's eyes run hungry over miles of Sam, mouth dry, and lips licked. A spit slick hand pumping hot and steady over the both of them.

"I needed you for so long" Dean's gruff voice pants out. The sweet moans that come from Sam's flush pink mouth could have him cumming so fast amd he tries to hold it back, needing to make Sam feel good first, but just thinking about Sam looking so blissed out and spent has him pumping them both faster.

Sam's skin is teenage greasy and gorgeous under she streetlight. Dean's hand drops to that tight waist, helping Sam rut up into Dean's waiting hand, rubbing against each other, all adoration and need.

Sam's sweetheart voice stumbles over choked moans, unsure of what to do as he drops his head on his brother's shoulder and groans against the skin.

"Please, close..." Sam stutters so softly, his cock twitching against Dean's and all thoughts flee his existence, just grinding up faster and kissing harder, Dean wants Sam to leave marks and litter his body with the sweetest little sore reminders, but Sam doesn't bite, or bruise, or scratch. Sam's too good.

Dean only pulls back to see that perfect face when Sam spills over both of them, Dean following seconds later, trying to burn that image into the secret parts of his brain. Seared there for a lifetime of long showers and special bathroom trips.

He sweeps the stuck hair off of Sam's forehead and marvels at the breathtaking boy in his lap.

"You are so beautiful," and Sam half smirks at his words. Dean couldn't wait to start hunting with Sam for real, them and their dad against everything. He doesn't have many things, but he can have Sam, the nicest thing he could ever call his.

He kisses Sam silly, just soft and sweet and breathless. He kisses him until he feels their cum starting to dry and he needs to take care of Sam. Pulling back just an inch.

"Hey"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to take a shower with me?" Their eyes are glued together, searching and adoring.

"Yeah, that'd be nice," and Dean's face breaks into the most gleeful smile. He never felt so light as he led his brother to the bathroom. Turning on the shower and stripping out of the rest of their clothes, just shoes and shoved down pants at this point. They shuffle into the shower and just hold each other under the water. Dean stops to wash Sam's hair and body, using the same routine as when he was little, careful not to get any soap in his eyes.

Loving Sam is easy. It feels light and pure and as natural as breathing. When they get out, they dry off together, and Dean is smiling like a kid, too happy to contain it. They curl up in that spring mattress, pulling Sam close and tucking him up tight against his chest.

Waking up with Sam laying over his arm that had by now gone completely numb and kissing Sam's forehead in the morning felt right, everything finally shaken into place. With no idea what he was going to tell his father, he lay in bliss for a few more moments before having to get up and get supplies for the next hunt. The amount of salt they buy warrants buying wholesale. When he went to pick up the thick sacks of salt, he wondered if Sam needed his own machete. Dad has extras, but they're dull, and the handles are falling apart, so he thought Sam might want his own. Maybe he'll get him a couple of warding charms while he's at it. He knew hunting wasn't Sam's ideal life, but it would be better together he'd make sure of it. He even went to the store and picked up a few little salad kits for Sam along with the requested beer and jerky.

When the impala rumbled into the motel parking lot, he heard yelling. It was like dad and Sam were allergic to each other, both too hardheaded to listen. Hopefully, food and beer will loosen things up, worst case scenario is that dad gets wasted and he has to find him in the morning. It's still better than Sam not talking to anyone or staying at a friend's house. Six pack in one hand and salad kit in the other, he fumbles with the door for a second before pushing it open with his shoulder.

The shouting was immediately so loud, and the peace offerings in his hands seemed too small. Dad was shouting some generic shit about Sam being an ungrateful pussy and Sam firing back about how he's sick of his drunk ass and this fucking life. It's been the same thing for a while now. He set the gifts on the counter and figured that when they cooled down, they'd notice them and be happier. He went to sit outside the motel room, just to wait it out.

Dean was in the middle of a lovely daydream when Sam came tumbling out of the room with his duffle. Immediately jumping up to see what's wrong and try to fix it.

"Hey, hey! What's going on? Are you okay?" And Sam opened his mouth to respond but was drowned out by the military bark of John's voice.

"Boy, if you leave now, don't come back!"

Leaving? Sam can't be leaving, John can't mean that he shouldn't come back. He dips his head inside to see what happened, and there's torn mail on the floor, all from colleges. Cold sweat comes over his skin, and he races back out to find Sam already gone.

Dean feels nausea bubbling up in his stomach, the sound of arguing playing over in his head, and he's going to be sick. No time to find a trash can as Dean's breakfast paints the sidewalk.

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Thank you @pyerdirt for helping me finish this.❤️❤️❤️

[aliusfrater]

wincesties continue to have some of thee Most disingenuous framings of sam's characteristics within their interpretations of the winchester familial dynamic that automatically discredits whatever they're trying to convey within their dean & john interpretations to me. like i'm pretty sure this post is attempting to critique interpretations of sam and dean's masculine roles proxy each other within the familial dynamic that which the typical sam fan would interpret it wrt the heteronormativity of supernatural a show, but 'man who takes the '''domestic labour''' of the older sibling for granted', ' '''gets to''' escape home to become his own person and attempt a cisnormative life', 'dominant partner script in sexual encounters', 'inherits dark force', 'inherits fundamental character traits from father' to describe sam is genuinely a next level instance of the disingenuous flattening and omission about the actual in-canon portrayal of sam's respective relationships with those things i genuinely don't even know what to say. not to mention talking about dean as being someone 'constantly mocked for perceived weakness by strangers and by [sam]' is so canonically inconsistent i'm in awe. there's also another section of the post that describes dean as encountering sexually compromising circumstances often; where's that thing i'm always saying about how they Love to give dean sam's interpersonal conflicts and frame sam's instances of victimhood as perpetrations.

the first episode includes sam being sexually compromised and him spending 70% of the time he's with dean + the rest of the season talking about how much their childhood mutually sucked. 1.18 literally includes sam acknowledging that the responsibility dean had wasn't fair. 2.03 sam vs dean's relationship with gordon? the framing sam's pursuing education and the relationship he developed while doing so as 'cisnormative life' as if hunting is something on the contrary says everything i need to know about one's perception of the righteousness of hunting and the way its utilised within your interpretation of supernatural; this particularly gets me because there is a lot to critique about sam's ideals of normalcy but it works conjunction with one's critique of hunting. same goes for describing what azazel did to sam as an 'inheritance'—because it IS, it's a damn good descriptor of their relationship in conjunction with mary and azazel's + mary amd samuel's and of how hunting literally and/or metaphorically represents the abusive atmosphere of The Familial Dynamic and the csa metaphor between mary and sam, but this is the most sucky framing i've ever encountered. so close but yet so far

[mouthfullofd-essert]

(English is not my first language, actually, it's my third xd. Srry if I made mistakes. Hope reading this will feel like watching porn♡♡♡)

"Love, family... or whatever this is"

Just imagine Dean saying that to Sam while he is breathing heavily, his face is buried into Sam's neck. As Dean speaks, the air touches Sam's neck, just a little, and still Sam's skin burns from it. It burns so much, that he has to bury his face into Dean's hair because he feels like he's going to moan out loud, so loud he will end up sounding like a girl. He feels the need to thrust with his hips, so his dick touches his brother's hard thighs. Sam wears a v-necked t-shirt, so as Dean goes downward with his wet lips, wet kisses, he can slide his tounge in between Sam's pecs sucking his brother's soft skin that covers the hard muscles of Sam's chest. Sam is unable to do anything, he eagerly rubs his dick to Dean's body, he presses to his brother uncomfortably strong just to feel something down there. They still have their jeans on, and luckily those jeans that Sam wears hasn't got that strong, thick texture as other jeans. It's quite thin, he can feel Dean caressing his thigh, searching for something harder and wetter. After Dean touched Sam's dick, he presses his fingers under Sam's balls like the jeans weren't there anymore. The rough fabric touches Sam's hole. Dean spits on his fingers but as soon as he would return pressing the fabric into his brother, he stops half way then looks at Sam's face. His lips are parted. Dean slides his fingers that are soaked from his saliva into Sam's mouth. His long fingers are almost reaching Sam's throat, the little brother can't even breathe for a minute. Dean pushes his hand deeper, he tries to fit his fist into Sam's mouth. Dean finally takes out his fingers and places them on Sam's hole, still through the jeans. He presses them gently onto his hole and starts to circle, and Sam's jeans are all wet already.

"All the girls before you, they've all liked when I played with them like this. Do you enjoy it Sammy? To be treated like my girls? But don't you worry, you are not one of my favourite girls Sammy." Sam can feel aa his hole opens he can feel Deans fingers as he slides them inside his hole covered in the wet amd cold fabric. "You are my favourite boy Sammy, I promise, you will always be my favourite." Sam can not hear anymore, he didn't hear what Dean just said, his body did though. He can't control himself anymore and sits up entirely. He get on his knees and presses down his ass on Dean's fingers. He let's his body weight push him down. He bounces on them, he rides Dean's fingera as his brother keeps them still under Sam. "Yeah, ride my finger Sammy, you really need 'em, don't you? My God Sam, you turn me on so much, and it's not even fully inside you, do you know that? You're riding your fucking jeans Sammy."

"Dean please just press them deeper in me, as deep as you can, I don't even care if you rip my fucking jeans, just want to feel your fingers sliding in and out, want to hear the sloppy sound of it. Do you want it too Dean? Don't you want it so bad?" Sam knows what he has to say, he even lisses his brother's chest and licks his lips, sucks on his tongue and on his nipples to make sure Dean is fully seduced.

Dean grips Sam by his hips and positions Sam, so his brother's hole is in front of him. He takes off Sam's jeans, so he can finally see the wet, pink hole for the first time, he softly touches it with his cold hand, that make Sam shiver. Dean presses the tip of his fingers onto his brother's hole. "If you really want it that bad, if you want my fingers to be pushed deep into that little hole of yours, you gotta move your ass a little." Knowing what Dean means, Sam moves his ass backward, he slips on Dean's fingers and starts to move on them. "Just like that, fuck yourself on my fingers. Faster Sammy, faster. There you go, good boy. You better make yourself cum Sammy."

[the-mpreg-guy]

U make me want to write pregnant Dean so bad imagine imagine IMAGINE fucking season 1 Sam has to track /Dean/ down when Jessica dies and he can’t get ahold of John?????? John’s voicemail is directing people to Dean but deans number just— a beep? Number no longer connected? Or perhaps just turned off? But either way not answering when Sam is at his most desperate. Sam goes goes to Bobby where he’s shocked and angry to find Dean? And then shocked amd bewildered that Dean is having a baby? Idk if this is even a good idea but man I want to write it now

Bestie I would literally pass away if you wrote this. 🙏🏻 Hunter aus where Sam doesn’t leave stanford at exactly the same time as he does in canon and has to track Dean down? Yes. Dean with a baby? Yes. Dean at Bobby’s? Double yes. This is a GREAT idea and if you need a beta or someone to yap with lmk.

[samsblades]

taking polaroids with sam. started during freshman year and by the time you’re living in the apartment together you have a whole wall of them. when you die, fated to the ceiling fire </3 sam takes every single one of them and keeps them in a bag that he never ever removes from his travel bag of things. if he ever thinks he might have to leave the bag behind somewhere he shoves it into baby’s glove compartment or under a seat or into his pocket. when he moves to the bunker he pins them all up onto his wall, trying to mimic the old set up. it won’t be the same bc you were the one who did it, but he tries anyways. sometimes when he feels helpless he looks at a few if the pictures and he also looks when he’s just upset. when dean dies and he leaves the bunker and gets remarried, he simply keeps them in his bedside drawer and looks at them often. he never forgets how he felt.

there’s adjacent pictures of him doing whatever, sloppy selfies of you, photos you took together, photos people took for you guys, the rare adjacent one of you that he took. his favorite is one a friend took for you guys. one where you’re about to head to one of the college football games and you’re in one of his sweaters, braced for the cold autumn night. he had an arm wrapped around you and you’re both smiling so, so big. you had scrawled your initials and the date on it, and he faintly remembers kissing you more than watching the game.

THIS IS WAY TOO GOOD AND DEVASTATING MAXIE LIKE I'M SO :(((( ABOUT THIS PLEASE LIKE. WE DOES HE HAVE TO HURT SO MUCHHH AHHHH BUT IT'S SO SWEET AT THE SAME TIMEEE AHSDKFJSLDK. :((((

my sweet sammy like. at first i was like omg!! sooo so cute so super in love with the concepts of taking a bunch of polaroids <33 still amd in love but WOW the feels T_T the pain my poor boy. too good though i really love this a lot :,)

[lightofraye]

https://www.tumblr.com/rrahuntersblog/756450435276177408/a-quick-analysis-of-shipping-by-mr-jensen-ackles

Those pics/gifs of Jensen’s responses to the two main SPN ships are so funny to me. Like, from his actual words, to his tone, to how physically uncomfortable he gets from questions regarding each (granted there are way less Wincest questions directed at him because those fans know how to keep their fantasies in fandom, unlike hellers) it is so clear that he’s less bothered by people shipping he and Jared who play brothers than him and Misha.

People who scream, cry and throw up about the evils of Wincest should remember this. Jensen hates their ship so much, that he likes it less than Wincest. He and Jared literally sent each other pics of Wincest manips because they find it funny. Jensen sees a fan with a “Destiel is real” shirt and he yells, “Is it? WHERE is it real?!”

AMD honestly, I don’t think Jensen would like it if Wincesties constantly made Sam and Dean moments about them being sexual to his face, either. He’d probably get annoyed with them then, too.

But that’s exactly the poin. So many hellers don’t actually care how Jensen feels or what he thinks at all. They just want to force him to acknowledge a frigging ship, so they can say they won. When he says things they don’t like, they suggest Dean should be forced to “be gay” with Castiel as punishment.

I’m not going to spend too much of my time driving in sympathy because Jensen is a grown ass adult with more money and options than I will ever see, but it must be rough to have fans who disrespect you constantly and objectify you so much that they want you to swash you up against another man like a Ken doll and force him to makeout for their amusement and to like, prove that he isn’t homophobia just because he hates their ship.

Is it any wonder that hellers love Danneel and and Misha and imagine them all in a relationship with Jensen? They are overstepping and abuse and good things. And they don’t care of Jensen is happy as long as he looks good and lets them feed their prurient fantasies.

Hi anon!

Just… all of this. Thank you!

[deanwhump]

me looking at pavement: wow just like in sam amd dean..

[wastemanjohn]

annoyed by the plates in the sink? 90% of the time, it's sam. sam's worked enough short-lived bar-back and wait staff gigs that he relishes in a clean workspace, whether that's the hotplate and microwave on top of the motel mini fridge, or the long counters and deep stainless steel sinks of the bunker. he's a kid who heard the "clean up, clean up, everybody everywhere, everybody do your share!" song one too many times in lower elementary and is fully indoctrinated into tidying culture. the other 10% is dean. dean, who's rawdoggin' it through life with untreated (read: unacknowledged) adhd, who can look past/through/over the dirty dishes amd general messiness for weeeeeks until he hits his Fuck Point™, at which he snaps and goes on a manic cleaning binge. we're talking elbow-high yellow gloves and an abrasive scrubby. we're talking grout cleaner for the tile. we're talking freshly scrubbed baseboards.

who snores the loudest? depends. dean's had his nose broken more times, so if he gets flipped over onto his back then all bets are off. mostly he's a tummy sleeper, though, so it's usually not an issue. sam's snore isn't as loud, but it's constant and unignorable, like a rattling AC window unit. (between that, and his inability to go a year without at least two sinus infections, and the way he sneezes going from a dark place to a bright one, dean has WebMDiagnosed sam with a deviated septum.)

who sulks if they don't get their morning kiss? sam. a thousand percent sam. (if only by default, as dean's usually too busy focusing on being both conscious and vertical to fuss about the rest of it until he's sufficiently caffeinated.) luckily, sam rarely has cause to sulk. because unless he's actively dying (and sometimes even then), dean's more than happy to dole out morning kisses. soft, sleepy fly-by kisses to start with; more dean mapping the topography of sam's face with his eyes shut than anything else. nose rubbed over his cheekbone, sleep-sticky spikes of eyelashes against his cheek, lips pressing in lazy-hazy morning soft against sam's cheek, chin, eyelids, mouth. fingers tangled up in his hair where it's gone pillow-flat in the back, hand resting against sam's throat so that his pulse beats right into dean's palm. sam's hand on the back of dean's neck, where he can scrub his knuckles through the high-pile velvet prickle of hair at the nape and tuck the time-smoothed knot of leather cording between his first and middle fingers. content -- for now, at least -- just standing there, foreheads pressed together while in the background the coffee maker is demanding their attention with increasingly aggressive chirps and somewhere in the bunker somebody's old nokia burn phone is ringing, harmonizing with the goddamn dog. (not much to sulk about, if you're asking.)

!!! ANON THIS IS SO LOVELY AHHHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN!! 🥺🥺🥺

[lonieene]

CROWLEY X DEAN FACTS IN MY AU

When Crowley kisses Dean it burns like holy water, because Dean is Michael vessel and his saliva is like holy water

The first time Dean amd Crowley met, Dean pinned Crowley to the ground, pointed a knife at his neck and their dialogue was:

"Dean: Any last words?"

"Crowley: You're... beautiful..."

exactly like this:

and then Crowley pulled Dean down and kissed his belly (don't ask me why)

When Crowley became addicted to human blood he tried to convince Dean to give him some blood, spoiler alert, he didn't make it

Crowley calls Dean "my little human" because Dean is shorter than Sam

Crowley has already proposed marriage to Dean for "a truce between Hell and Heaven" because as the Michael vessel, it represents part of the heaven (all an excuse to marry Dean)

[mace-waz-here]

MARY NAMED SAM AMD DEAN AFTER HER PARENTS IM GONNA CRY😭😭