you don’t choose the sammy life. one day you just wake up and realize sammy consumes your every waking thought and there’s nothing you can do about it
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oh my fucking god dean had to carry cas' body to get him onto the pyre he had to carry all of cas' dead weight while the grief still clung to his shoulders he wrapped up cas' body himself and when sam mentions the meadow, he says it's where dean spread the ashes, excluding him and jack because dean wouldn't have let anyone else handle cas so dean had to be the one to carry cas from the house table to the pyre they all lost something in cas, a friend, a protector, a father, but dean lost half of his soul that night oh i am unwell and unstable with these thoughts—
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Your brother has come back to you.
It seems impossible. But you test him and you test and you test him, and he keeps coming back true.
Your brother is back.
But you dont know his body.
His smile seems the same, but he doesn't meet your eyes the way he used to.
He smells almost the same, and he still likes it when you pull into him and bury your face against his neck, making yourself small again.
But theres a scent underneath that didnt used to be there, like hot metal and blood.
You think he can smell it too.
He washes more often.
You run your hands over him but no, you dont know this body at all.
Neither does he.
It scares you both.
Wheres the scars from when you were children? The crooked nose and fingers from too many fights? The spidering silver line across his forehead that marked something you'd never forget?
His skin is as smooth as a child's, and you shudder because of it.
The first wound you stitched up for him, that didnt heal well but he wore with pride because "Chicks dig scars, Sammy" and because that was you, you on his skin? That's gone, replaced by a stranger's handprint, branded in.
You hate it.
The only mark left on your brothers body is from someone else, and you HATE IT.
You want to cut it off, but he watches you differently with a knife in your hand now, like he's afraid of it, and you can't bear that so you don't.
The two of you spend afternoons minutely examining his body, looking for anything familiar. He's always completely naked and you wish it were erotic.
Instead, it just feels like grief.
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and then would come the murder you will never survive– your brother, sam
the profoundly rattled face dean makes right after cain tells him he'll kill sam. like someone just grotesquely ripped his arteries out. he looks shaken and filled with cowardice. his steadfast mask of unshakable fortitude shattered completely. It's almost as bad as a helpless child at the end of the world. absouletly terrifed. nothing brings him to his knees and breaks his soul quite like sam. It's like watching a proud king stripped of all his grandeur. It's so satisfying bc he does not make these expressions because of anyone else
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Dean Winchester was sitting on the dungeon floor for hours, crying his eyes out, whispering repeatedly "I love you too, Cas"
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You know what? the best supernatural spin off would have nothing to do with the Winchesters and instead would be about Samuel motherfucking Colt because dude absolutely had something going on. And was tripping absolute balls all the fucking time
Dude not only builds a literal kills almost all gun (that no one knows how it works exactly), he also built a fucking devil’s gate and the series of railroad tracks that formed a giant devils trap in the middle of fucking nowhere Wyoming that was somehow also a great fucking hotspot to talk with Lucifer in the cage. Why the fuck would he build a devil’s gate and then the devil trap protecting it? Why could this dude not be normal? Not to mention He also fought a Phoenix!!! A Phoenix! The only Phoenix that has ever been reported to exist and whose ashes are the only thing that can kill the literal mother of all monsters. Which he somehow mails to Sam and Dean in the future using a phone from several years in the future that he literally just got earlier that afternoon.
Dude was on some serious shit. Man was definitely receiving the most violently random prophetic visions from god. Dude literally went, it came to me in a dream and built a weapon that’s literally still confounding people generations later and would function as a key to a fucking devils gate that would literally be the first step in so much shit going down in so little time generations later . Wouldn’t have even surprised me if they also said he was responsible for Ruby’s knife.
He also, most importantly, is from the wild wild fucking west!!! How cool would a show about that be? A fucking genius inventor hunts monsters in the Wild West while some being he knows nothing about but deeply suspects is giving him blueprints for big, wild things and weapons for how to stop them, or at least slow them down.
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