#sam bellos

[sucksesful-user]

i fear spn season 3 episodes 11-13 is the best set of three episodes in a row that has ever been released in any show. mystery spot, jus in bello, and then ghostfacers! absolutely ELITE lineup

[let-me-be-your-home]

[hanneloreleyx]

the weekend i took a flight to roma, italia to die ❤️

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[spnseasonsgirl]

#jib14 #jusinbello #friday #fangirlfriday #happyweekend

#samwinchester #jaredpadalecki

#deanwinchester #jensenackles

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[spn20rewatch]

Season 3, Episode 12: Jus in Bello (December 16th)

Sold out by Bela, Sam and Dean are trapped with Agent Henriksen in a county sheriff's office, under siege by a demon horde. -Super-wiki

Originally aired on: February 21st, 2008

Written by Sera Gamble, directed by Phil Sgriccia.

Fun fact: This is the first episode where Sam and Dean's anti-possession tattoos are shown. Sera Gamble said in an interview around the time of Jus in Bello airing that "[it’s] like, of course Sam and Dean have matching tats. How could it be any other way? By the way, I'll be convinced we're truly a cult hit when a fan gets the same tattoo."

Have fun watching and tag any posts with #spn20rewatch!

[hexedwinchester]

Supernatural S03E12 Jus in Bello

I don't like Bela. She is selfish and untrustworthy. Really, really don't care what shaped her into this horrible person but she never evolves

Do you think if Sam ever wonders that he could have been a successful lawyer but here he is in chains, treated like a dangerous fugitive and probably heading to supermax?

Henrikson: I shot the sheriff

Dean: but you didn't shoot the deputy *Sam's bitch face surfacing in the back* 🤣🤣🤣

Ahh the antipossession tattoos!

i had an interesting thought. So Ruby randomly shows up to offer help claiming she fought off demons on her way in. Now, I feel the demons outside were her army. So, she comes in, makes up a spell that involves killing a virgin by cutting her heart out. Dean of course goes ballistics but Sam almost agrees because one against thirty. This is also the first time we see Sam picking Ruby over Dean. Somehow Dean manages to talk Sam out of considering Ruby's plan but when she finds out, the way she talks to Sam is odd. She tells him she's disappointed and she says it like a parent would to their children. Also when she leaves, the demons just let her. I mean didn't she say she fought her way in? All part of her plan to be honest

why are the demons indulging in hand-to-hand combat instead of throwing everyone around and pinning them to the wall?

They made Sam record the exorcism, probably because he can recite it better 🤣🤣🤣🤣

i love how Ruby is already Manipulating Sam using the exact things she knows will get her through him. She guilts him and Dean that their plan got people killed and it's better if they listen to her next time!

Confession: initially I used to be pissed at Henrikson but I've come to realise, he was just doing his job and he still had a wayyyy better character development than Dean ever got

Going for limited gifs with this because Tumblr keeps showing JiB con instead. But hey at least I got Sam's bitchface!! 🤣

[humandisorderincarnatedean]

the thing is that dean was ON his cute shit in 3.12 jus in bello like he comes in swinging already having been cast as the focus of victor's career for the past year, likely getting him to invest more time in him than in at least one of his marriages, BUT THEN he comes out swinging even more when he's proven unexpectedly right about everything and immediately makes a silly song reference, then spends the rest of the episode listening to victor's existential crisis, being fiercely against one woman sacrificing herself to save the many, committing to finding a way out of their situation without having to kill anyone, laying out his life philosophy to victor that even if the world is doomed they should still choose to fight and it matters that they do, making this adorable endearing face, fighting side by side with him, and coming up with a plan that actually works and saves people's lives. all the while giving him those green-eyed looks. dean IS victor's manic pixie dream boy in a very real sense. yeah of course henriksen had no other choice but to fall in love with that

[avengerraven]

Remember that time on supernatural when the boys used a recorded exorcism to get rid of an entire building full of demons and then never used that trick again. They should have just mounted a speaker on the top of the Impala and driven that thing through America banishing demons without fighting ever again

[17yearslatewithlattes]

After watching Fresh Blood, I made this post reading Dean being the one to kill the newly turned vampire as a deliberate choice to stain (in his eyes) his doomed soul with the act so that Sam wouldn't have to.

I also considered a darker read. There was something about how the moment played out that reminded me of the unspoken assumption in Wendigo that if one of them was going to play bait, it would be Dean. It made me wonder if this moment was less an expression of Dean's particular dispair in light of the demon deal, and more a long-established pattern—one more way he regularly disposes of himself to protect Sam. A pattern so ingrained that Sam never thinks to question it.

The nagging thought solidified into a theory in Malleus Maleficarum, when Sam admits that he is intentionally hardening himself, becoming more callous so he can survive without Dean. And, crucially, that he sees hardening himself as becoming 'like Dean'.

It struck me as an odd mix of growth and ongoing blindness to who Dean is. Not to refrence Bugs of all episodes, but at the time I'd argued that Sam's idealism had survived that long through Dean's protection, and that Sam didn't recognize this. Sam saying now that he'd need to become callous to survive without Dean is a tacit acknowledgement that there are soft parts of himself that have only survived through Dean's protection. But saying that doing this makes him like Dean suggests that he has mistaken Dean's protection for callousness.

I would contend that to some degree, Dean sees himself as a sort of 'sin eater' for Sam. He takes the dark neccessary actions so Sam doesn't have to. So Sam can stay 'clean'. And look, I find the whole 'sin eater' idea pretty abhorrent; it seems to me that when applied to human actions (ie when its not referencing a mythical creature), it is used primarily as a justifiction for henious acts of the 'ends justify the means' variety. So I think it's worth pointing out that insofar as Dean sees himself as taking on the sin eater role, its via being the one of the two to take an action they were going to take regardless, rather than using it to justify heneious acts. In fact, in Jus in Bello and Time is on my Side, Dean shows that at least at this stage, he less inclined to let ends justify means than Sam is.

Which is to say: I would argue that Sam is looking at certain actions of Dean's that are motivated by love, and seeing cruelty. It's a little heartbreaking for Sam to misunderstand Dean so fundimentally, even now. And it worries me—motive doesn't change harm done to the victim, but it may make a difference to the aggressor. And if Sam tries to make himself more like Dean by cultivating cruelty instead of love—it may not bode well for him.

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

Damage Control - 3x12 Jus In Bello

“Hnnngh!”

“Hold still! I almost got it!”

Dean bites down so hard on the leather belt that he feels one of his molars starting to crack. The pain fans out white-hot from where Sam is digging around in his shoulder with a pair of surgical tweezers. 

“S’m… Arrghhh!” Dean’s right hand desperately scrabbles at the old towel he’s lying on. He blinks. The motel room ceiling black-spots above him as metal scrapes against bone. The pain crescendos. He’s about to pass out.

“Almost, almost…! – There!” Triumphantly, Sam holds up the tweezers, a piece of fabric in them, black with clotted blood. Dean gasps and blinks at it through a veil of tears. His jaw unclenches. The belt slips from his mouth. Its leathery aftertaste and the copper smell of his blood are sickening. Fighting the urge to vomit, Dean takes a few deep breaths as the pain in his shoulder begins to ebb.

“Dude, you with me?” Sam taps his good arm, worry mixed into relief.

Gradually, Sam’s face swims back into focus above Dean. He blinks a couple more times and swallows against the nausea before he attempts words.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he announces shakily. 

Sam’s eyes narrow. He drops the tweezers out of sight. “You look kinda green.”

Dean takes the agony in his shoulder and channels it into defiance. “Dude, what– ah – what did you expect, butchering me like that? Thought you’d come out the other side any second. Sonofa–” He swallows again, his stomach roiling, cold sweat trickling down his temple.

“Sorry, Dean, but that wound needed cleaning out. You had half your shirt stuck in there.” To his credit, Sam looks pretty unfazed as he generously splatters disinfectant onto a wad of gauze. The kid’s field medic skills have come a long way. “And it was you who refused to go to the hospital, remember?”

Well, yeah. Showing up in an ER after they’d just been pronounced dead on tv might’ve been a little confusing for the locals. So, after almost twenty-four hours of ignoring his injury,, after playing through the pain in a demon-infested showdown at the police station, Dean had barely been able to move his arm anymore, running a small fever, and Sam had been the next best thing to a surgeon. 

Demonstratively, Sam lifts the dripping gauze, splits it into two wads and raises questioning eyebrows at Dean. "You ready?”

A tremor of trepidation runs through Dean, but he nods and rolls a little so Sam can reach both entry- and exit wound at the same time.

Swiftly, Sam presses the gauze against his front and back and holds it there. It takes all of Dean’s self-control not to scream. Fists balled, eyes squeezing shut, he squirms on the mattress until the inferno in his shoulder flickers down to a manageable burn.

“Mother of–” He releases a stuttering breath.

“Easy,” his little brother soothes. “Breathe through it.” He gives Dean a moment and, by God, he needs it, for this isn’t the end of today’s torture session. The damn bullet wound will need stitches - on both ends - and the suture kit is already open on the bed beside him.

Patiently, Sam keeps changing the gauze, applying gentle pressure, while they wait for the bleeding to slow down. 

“At least it was worth it,” Sam comments as Dean rides out the pain. “We saved a whole lot of people today.”

Dean shivers a little, his naked chest puckering with goose flesh. “Yeah,” he says morosely, “a whole lot of people who wouldn’t have been in danger in the first place if it wasn’t for us.”

“Oh, come on, Dean!” Sam’s forehead wrinkles in annoyance. Deftly, he wipes the blood from both sides of his shoulder. “Not our fault that we got arrested! Or that Henriksen took forever to catch on. If he hadn’t pursued us so doggedly…” Dean hisses when a fresh trickle of disinfectant burrows into his open wound. Automatically, Sam places a calming hand on his arm. “Anyway,” he continues. “You should really give yourself some credit. You were playing wounded, and, man, you kicked ass!”

The compliment from his brother comes unexpected. Sudden warmth blooms in Dean’s chest, and he doesn’t think it’s from his injury. “You weren’t so bad yourself,” he immediately reciprocates. “Playing that exorcism through the speaker system - I never would’ve thought of that. Smart. That head of yours may be good for something else than just growing hair after all.” He reaches up with his good arm to ruffle his brother’s shaggy bangs. Grinning, Sam swats his hand away.    

Surprised, Dean notices a feeling of contentment rising up in him. Things could be worse. They could have gotten dozens of people killed today, including an innocent young woman who’d never even experienced the joys of sex in her life. (Dean has a feeling that’s about to change, in a very carpe diem kind of way, and it makes him smile a little.) They could have gotten themselves killed, with Dean going to Hell ahead of schedule. Worst of all, he could’ve gotten Sam killed, but instead his little brother is alive and well and - apparently - a badass field surgeon.

The possessed townspeople had come to their senses at the police station, confused but mostly unharmed and walked away to continue their lives. In Henriksen, they’d made an ally who would keep them off the FBI’s radar from now on. Officially deceased, their faces were finally off the “Most Wanted” list, giving them free range. And Ruby had smoked off the map. 

Sam was right: at the end of the day, they’d done more good than harm. Saving people, hunting things - they’d stayed true to that motto today, and that had been worth taking a bullet.

Suddenly, the pain in Dean’s shoulder doesn’t seem so bad anymore. 

xxxx

They hadn’t saved anyone. Worse - they’d gotten them all killed.

Dean cradles his arm close against his stomach, the pain in his sewn-up shoulder flaring as if he’d been kicked. Ruby’s stormed out, but the catastrophic images of the burned-out police station still flickering on the tv screen feel like punches, badgering him with the fallout of their failure. 

They’re all dead - Henriksen, Nancy, everyone in that police station. 

“This was our fault,” Dean says flatly to Sam who’s pacing the room, hands in his hair. “We’re responsible for this.”

“Lilith did this! Not us!” Sam’s too loud, voice trembling with fury. “She’s– I’m gonna rip her apart when we find her, I swear it!” 

“How are we supposed to find her? How?!” Despair and guilt likewise cut through Dean so sharp he can barely breathe. His shoulder throbs. He wants to get up, wants to smash something, but he doesn’t think his legs will take his weight. “We have no clues, we have no idea where she could be, and after tonight, after what she did, I don’t think we stand a chance against her even if we find her. It’s–” He wants to say ‘hopeless’, wants to break things and then drink himself to sleep, but he can’t do either while Sammy’s watching. 

His little brother has stopped walking back and forth. Shoulders tight, jaw pushed forward, he stares at the carpet, then lifts his head to look at Dean. 

“We could ask Ruby.”

That brings Dean to his feet. “Are you insane?!” He pushes two fingers against his temple to illustrate. “That crazy bitch was ready to kill Nancy! She wanted to sacrifice her and cut out her heart!”

“She also wanted to sacrifice herself for us,” Sam reminds him. Defiance glitters in his eyes. Once more, he’s ready to defend Ruby all too quickly, and Dean doesn’t like the influence the demon girl has on his brother. Doesn’t like it at all.

“Oh yeah? And you really think she would’ve done it? Died for us?” Dean clutches his arm and winces. He needs more painkillers. “Why would she, Sam? We can’t trust her! She’s a demon!”

Sam’s nostrils flare. “She saved your life! Saved you from those witches. And she’s helping us get you out of your deal.” He has a way of towering over Dean lately that’s become unsettling. “Maybe it’s time you get off your high horse and start believing her! She may be our only chance to save you!” 

A note of desperation swings in that last line, and it takes some of the anger out of Dean. Time is running out for him, and even if he no longer holds out much hope he’s keeping up the pretense for Sam. Right now, with his shoulder all shot to hell and the death of at least a dozen people weighing on his conscience, he doesn’t have it in him to tell Sam the truth - that Ruby’s been lying; that there is no way out of his deal. That Dean is a dead man walking. It would pull the rug out from underneath Sam. Dean can’t do that to him. 

Dean forces softness into his gaze when he looks at his upset brother. “Ruby’s in the wind,” he says, in a conciliatory tone. “Even if she could help us, even if she really wanted to - we don’t know where she is either! Lilith made her point, showed us who’s boss. ‘Sides, we’re in no shape to take her on today. Or tomorrow. Look at us!” He gestures at Sam’s swollen eye and cheek, wondering how many more bruises he’s hiding under his clothes, and Dean’s goddamn shoulder… They’re a mess, inside and out.

Sam rolls his eyes. “I’m fine, Dean.” 

“Yeah, maybe, but I’m not.” Dean rubs his arm. Underneath his shirt, the skin around his wound feels stretched and hot. “I need some shut-eye, and so do you. Let’s take the night and regroup tomorrow, okay?” On slightly unsteady legs, he steps closer to Sam and gives his upper arm a friendly slap. “We’ll figure it out, alright? Let’s get some rest first.”

Sam’s still coiled tight, but he gives Dean a reluctant look. Then he frowns, face softening. “Are you still running a fever?”

Judging by the flush he feels in his cheeks, Dean probably is. He hadn’t been paying attention. 

“A little,” he admits. “‘S not high, don’t worry.” 

As if a switch had been pulled, Sam’s anger evaporates. First he reaches to turn off the tv still running in the background, then he reaches for Dean, cupping his too-large palm around the side of Dean’s neck. “You’re really warm. Did you take the antibiotics?”

Along with a hefty dose of painkillers, Dean had swallowed a dose of cephalosporin they always kept on hand for gunshot wounds. Luckily, only three weeks ago they’d swiped a fresh batch from a walk-in clinic with lax security in a little hamlet outside of Des Moines when Dean had pretended to have a sinus infection.

“Yes. Just haven’t kicked in yet.”

Sam points at the bed closest to the door - Dean’s. Always Dean’s. “Lay down. I’m gonna get you some more Advil, and water. You need to hydrate.”

Dean sighs. While he’s grateful for Sam being distracted by his infirmity, getting mother-henned isn’t what he needs right now. What he needs is a bottle of Scotch and a mild overdose of codeine from their med kit to black out the images they saw in the news - none of which Sam will grant him, health nut that he is. Dean needs to not feel the way that he feels for a few hours - heavy with guilt and hopelessness, sore to his very bones from fighting a losing battle with too much collateral damage. 

“C’m on,” Sam insists, gently pushing Dean by his good arm. “Like you said - we can figure it out tomorrow.”

Too worn out to protest, Dean lets his brother lead him to the bed, sits down and only pushes back when Sam wants to unlace his boots for him. “Not an invalid,” he grouses and does it himself, although the stitches in his shoulder pull angrily when he bends down. Boots toed off, he slips under the covers and accepts a glass of water and some pills from Sam before rolling onto his good side. Closing his eyes against the depressing view of the motel room and the reality of tonight’s failure, he feels Sam’s hand checking his forehead.

“Try to get some sleep.” Dean hears gentleness in his voice, but also dejection. “Holler if you need anything.”

Dean doesn’t answer, and he doesn’t open his eyes. He hears Sam stepping away, then the scrape of a chair and some rustling, followed by the hum of Sam’s laptop firing up. While he’s going to pretend to sleep, Sam’s going to dig into the lore again, trying to find a way to save him. 

There’s no point, even if Dean loves him for trying.

The Damage Control Series Masterlist

Read the whole series on AO3 here:

[white-cat-of-doom]

Do you desire a bit more chaos intermixed with your US Tour 6 backstage photo dumps? Look no further than Brian Craig Nelson's most recent offering!

Brian as Mungojerrie (and covering Skimbleshanks) with Taryn Smithson as Rumpleteazer, Samuel Buchanan as Macavity, Sam Bello as Sillabub, Wilson Brady Livingston as Coricopat, Michelle E. Carter as Jennyanydots, and Megan Arseneau out of costume.

Out of costume with Grace Buckley, Kim Craven, and Sam Bello.

[therobotmonster]

I know a nearly 40 minute interview is probably not Tumblr's speed, but anyone who is actively interested in IP, copyright, and media, regardless of one's opinion on copyright, should watch this interview with David Bellos.

[let-me-be-your-home]

Jensen Jared | JIB13

[mishaesque]

heeeeyy everyone so as of yesterday I will be going to PurCon 8 this month!!! Thank you so much @seenthisepisode for letting me buy your ticket, I’m forever grateful 🫶🏻

Anyways, this is my first con and I will be going alone, so a little bit nervous!! Is anyone else on here going? If so, hit me up I would love to meet you!!

Also wondering if anyone has any general advice for conventions, what to bring, what not to do, what to expect and so on. Maybe even some tips on what to do in Düsseldorf, hotels or travel tips?? Thanks so much 💞

[spnseasonsgirl]

#happyj2stuesday #j2stuesday #tuesday #jusinbellocon

#jensenackles #deanwinchester

#jaredpadalecki #samwinchester

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[junkyard-gifs]

Tugger isn't the best protector. He's a bit of a fraidy-cat, actually.

But even if he cowers, he will damn well cower between the danger and Sillabub!

Hank Santos as Tugger and Sam Bello as Sillabub. US tour 6, October 2022.