hi. me again. 

just wanted to let y’all know that I made a new personal @swinchests. 

hi. me again. 

just wanted to let y’all know that I made a new personal @swinchests. 

y’all said there’d be PEACE when we were done

wow Supernatural really is so much better when you Get It that Sam loves Dean to just as insane a degree as Dean loves Sam

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↷ ENDFAITH

         HE LISTENS TO THE FADED SOUNDS                                from the road ,   trying to piece together the image in his head the best he can .   someone died .   he’s not sure if it was the dad with the cart ,   or the thief .   good guy ,   bad guy ––––    there wasn’t time to figure out  WHO WINS .   it’s quieter ,    now .   there hasn’t been another gunshot ,   though he thought for a moment there might be .   it sounds like people are still running ,   disjointed ; there are voices ,   all clipped ,   urgent tones ,   but sam can’t figure out what they’re saying .   it doesn’t last very long .   he hesitates a moment even after he’s finished ,   straining to hear as the chaos turns into   NOTHINGNESS  .   the sound of footsteps once again takes precedence ,   people trudging on forward in silence .      someone died .    and five minutes later ,   everyone moves on .   sam’s stomach is still clenched tight .

          dean looks pretty shaken ,   too .   sam’s been peeking up at a stoic face since it started ; stony and   DAD - LIKE    in its determination .   now ,   when he comes back ,   the expression he meets is ashen and unsure .   dean is pushing his temples together like that will squeeze his brain into gear .    sam shifts on his tired feet .          ‘  okay …   but if we go to uncle bobby’s ,   dad will know where to find us .  we’re   SAFE   there .  ’              at the very least ,   uncle bobby   will be there .   he’s sharp ,   and stronger than they are ,   and he’ll know what to do .   not to mention ,   uncle bobby has a pantry full of food ,   and   water ,   and lots of   PLACES TO HIDE .   sam has no idea where they are now ,   or how far .   but it’s where he wants to be ,   so he’s holding out .   he takes the opportunity to sit down in the dirt ,   sneakers throbbing .              ‘  we don’t even know where a military base is ,   dean .  ’

❝     i know.     ❞          tone is sharp,  sharper than he intended,  but he’s running low on fuel  —-  not that it’s an excuse,  it’s not.  you keep going,  even when you can’t.  but he’s  scared  too.  he’s only a  kid,  really.  sometimes he forgets,  dad raised him to be strong,  to grow up sooner,  tougher,  harder and stronger than any other boy he’d met in any of his classes,  the things he’s seen,  he’s the most equipped sixteen year old boy there probably is.  that doesn’t mean he isn’t scared out of his god damn mind.  he doesn’t know how to protect himself,  let alone sam from something this bad.  this isn’t a vampire.  this isn’t a ghost.  these are gigantic robot machines.  it can turn you into dust.  you can’t trap it with salt.  you can’t kill it with silver.  his dad isn’t here,  and he wants to  cry.  he doesn’t have the luxury though.  can almost hear the voice of his father in his head telling him it’s time to man up.  only there’s nothing he’d been taught for a situation like  this.  all he wants to do it bury them both underground and  hide,  till it’s  over. 

❝     i know.     ❞          he says it again,  but it’s softer,  almost defeated.  they can make it to bobby’s in a week,  maybe,  on foot from here.  if they don’t run into trouble,  if the path is clear.  but a lot can happen in seven days.  hell,  a lot can happen in an hour.  that’s all it had taken to end communication,  to destroy the town they’d previously called home.  no where is safe.  even uncle bobby’s.  what if they get there,  and he’s not even alive,  what will they do  then  ?  he smacks a fist against his thigh,  thumps it once,  twice,  and then thwacks it against the front of his head.  he  doesn’t  know.  

it’s easier,  and probably  safer  to assume dad is dead,  but he doesn’t want to think about that.  not now.  not like this.  he wishes this was a dream.          ❝     they could be anywhere.     ❞

Remember, you can disappear into the woods whenever you want. You’re an adult.

be the enjolras you want to see in the world. 

tobeblamed‌  /  DEAN ! 

        he tried to resist laughing out loud obnoxiously and contained himself, as he carefully trimmed the last few unwanted hairs.        ‘  he probably ain’t wrong  –  ’       sam’s mention of his buddy had him wonder if he was still in contact with any of them, though he doubted it was true.        ‘  hey, whatever happened to you keepin’ touch with y’er college friends, anyway?  ’

          HIS TONGUE TOUCHES HIS DRY UPPER LIP ,     pressed thin from tension years deep .   it's a loaded question packed into a very casual outer shell ,   and the nuance isn't lost on him in the slightest .   he's still   UNSURE   about sharing this part with his brother ,   who has been prickly about it in the past . there's a   sore spot ,   for sure. they just saved zach and rebecca from the shapeshifter, not that long ago .        ' . . . they get busy around finals season , '     he starts ,   which is a cop-out ,   and he knows it .        ' I don't know .   maybe you're right .   it's probably best if I just stay the hell out of their way .   I mean ,   we almost got becky killed . '       he got   JESS   killed, after all ,  and if that shifter would have gotten away ,   sam might have    laid down and died ,   too .    '  I think by january I'll just . . . slowly disappear ,   till they forget about me ,   you know ? '

halfgraced‌  /  JACK ! 

       Saving just one life should be enough. It should be, and yet it isn’t. Jack knows he’s saved more people than that— or he thinks he has, anyway— but it’s the people he didn’t save that he can’t stop thinking about. Or, worse, it’s the ones that he actually hurt. That man at the bank had a family. Heaven can’t afford to lose more angels. Why is it that he can’t ever do anything right? “What’s the point of having these powers if I can’t save three people?” he asks quietly, looking down at his hands in his lap. Or, maybe, the question should really be why he has these powers, period. Maybe, if he knew the answer to that, he wouldn’t feel so lost. “I read the Bible. It said that I should ask my grandfather when I need answers, but Castiel said he left.” He looks up at Sam, his expression sad. “Can you promise that? Don’t let me become a monster, please.”

          HE KNOWS FOR SURE THAT                 you can't start playing the numbers game .   you can spend everything you have trying to rack up the   HIGH SCORE   of    souls saved ,   but there will always be more .   like trying to plug holes in a sinking cartoon boat ; you can let years pass without even noticing they're gone .  sam has lost   decades .   the weight of every person he's lost has carved the wrinkles into his face and hunched his spine ,   and if jack isn't careful , his fate will be the same .   doomed to reach the end of the game board ,   only to find out that   GOD DOESN’T CARE .         ' yeah ,   he's gone , '    sam mumbles softly ,   embarrassed for it in a way he doesn't have the time to explain to jack .    ' but getting an answer from ch -- from  god  isn't what the bible is about .   I promise ,   you're not a monster ,   and you're not going to be .  monsters don't bother reading the   bible ,   to begin with .'

which one of y’all fuckin wrote this episode

defiedheaven‌  /  CAS ! 

       “Sam, I have a problem.” Castiel frowns, squinting at his phone. “I’ve deleted the Internet.” // @endfaith​ gets a thing!

          ‘  YOU’VE . . . ? ’     EYES NARROW ,                   head cocking as he tries to process this .   as smartphones get more   complicated   every year ,   his chances  of explaining their usage becomes slimmer and slimmer .   he has a hard enough time with dean ; let alone castiel .   ‘ . . . no ,   you mean you deleted   safari .   you can’t delete the whole internet .   I mean ,   maybe   YOU   could .   but the internet isn’t a real thing .   it’d be like deleting angel radio .  ’

        IT’S QUIET IN THE BUNKER THESE DAYS ,                      but he tries not to say anything about it .   there was a time ,   not long ago ,   when the halls were   filled   with   FRIENDS ––––  bobby ,   maggie ,   mom ,   jack . . .    a hodge-podge and motley crew ,   which was nice for a change .   now ,   it makes the halls feel emptier than ever before .   the quiet ,   which was normal years ago ,   now makes his skin crawl .    he’s tried for weeks not to mention it ,   already feels like he’s walking on razors around dean since   MOM . . .     but his patience is wearing thin .   phone in hand ,   he’s pacing the kitchen when dean stumbles upon him ,   timing unfortunate ,   but inevitable .        ‘  it’d be nice if cas would answer my calls .   I’ve been trying to get him since yesterday morning .   he’s sending me straight to voicemail .   you think he’s alright ? ’   // @ainthero​

          ' WE FIGHT , ’  HE SAYS ,   AND IT’S AUTOMATIC .               he says it because he’s supposed to ,   because that’s the right answer ,   nine times out of ten .   this is what they do ,   the mantra by which many nights have ended ,   at this table ,   with new blood - crusted scratches and lukewarm beers between them .   sam has been picking at the label of his leinenkugel thoughtlessly ,   and there’s glue stuck beneath his nails .   everything today feels half - dried and sticky .   he’s hoping that dean will sigh ,   like he always does ,   and let them go to bed .   he doesn’t .

          sam misses the simpler days ,   when they used to argue about whether god ever existed ,   and not how they’re going to kill him .  

          ‘ I’m not saying that I have a plan right now .   I’m just saying that . . .   I don’t think we have a choice .   do you ? ’     dean doesn’t want to hear that there are more   VISIONS ,   he knows .   it means that this is the start of another very long spin on this fucking merry - go - round .   he feels like a child ,   here ,   like he’s fresh out of school ,   wringing his hands while dean paces ,   trying to reason away headaches and nightmares that are really the beginning of the cosmic undertow .   he feels . . .    so goddamned   tired .   like dean said ,   they thought they were done .         ‘  I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner .   I didn’t really think anything of it .  maybe we can use this to our   advantage .  ’          // @markedkiller​

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