Headcanon accepted. That episode needed help! 

15.09 Coda: For the life of me, I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins

For those who wondered why Sam and Dean would remain as vampires, even though they know the cure.

. . .

Dean wakes in pain and he knows, he knows the unnatural piercing light and the gnawing hunger and the slow pounding lub dub of someone's heart pulsing in his ears, he knows what he is now, and the hunger is

ten thousand demons screaming in his head

hellfire coursing through his veins

all of Alastair's knives tearing away at his belly

and the Dean who could (did) resist that hunger is gone now, dead for years, burned and buried, and the heartbeat stutters and slows, the person attached to it clearly dying, there's no reason not to, all of his reasons are gone, long gone, so he creeps closer to his doomed neighbor and oh god, oh god, it's Sam, it's Sam, battered and broken and nearly bled dry, wounds still seeping sluggish (and oh fuck the need) and the memory hits him like a fist to the face, the pack leader sneering this one killed our father, our alpha, we don't want him, let him be his first meal, and Dean gathers his brother up in his arms, shakes him gently until his eyes open, bares his teeth, watches Sam flinch and say god, Dean, I'm so sorry and then dips his head to whisper in his ear, Sam, you don't get to die on me, you promised we'd go together, and this is our Butch and Sundance ending now, and Sam nods once and closes his eyes and tips his head back, baring his wounded throat, and Dean latches on and drinks, just a little, just enough to slake the worst of it, and uses his virgin fangs to tear his own wrist open, placing it against Sam's lips, and the feeling of his little brother's tongue lapping up his own tainted blood is

ten

thousand

angels

singing.

Yes, Please and thank you! I hated the way they killed here of, but i kinda loved the way they brought here back! I want to see more of here :D 

okay i love me some saileen but can we please stop talking about eileen in terms of sam ‘deserving happiness’ as if she is just some consolation from him and not her own person

Regarding Wincest: (Not) A Master Post

I don’t normally post wincesty stuff to this blog or make long posts, but I’ve been tasked to do this so…wish me luck lol. (tumblr won’t let me post gifs for some reason but links provided!)

It was supposed to be a masterpost of times J2 or Kripke have talked about Wincest, but I’ve decided to expand the criteria a bit. So it’ll be broken up into J2 talking (mostly joking lol) about Wincest, J2 talking about the love between Sam and Dean (technically not Wincest but I’m counting it because it makes me cry) and other people talking about Wincest/Sam&Dean.

Obviously after a decade and a half, there’s a lot a material to cover, so I am nowhere near the point of calling this a “master post” but I wanted to at least get it started. If anybody has anything they think I should add, let me know! I’ll try to update this whenever I have time (which I don’t, so it’ll be slowly but Shurley lol).

So without further ado:

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reblog if you’re bi, support bi people, or just really like swords

#sastiel from my recent sketchbook https://www.instagram.com/p/BrMU5InHwkm/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1e6ew3u6s9rg2

I made this for a friend of mine :) She celebrated her birthday in the best 1920s style and of course I had to dress up the boys!  

Short and sweet and oh! would you look at that, now i’m crying :’)

sam winchester || I never got to say goodbye.

spoilers for 14x13!

I had to make at least a short Sam video after that scene with John.

I hope you’ll like this!

It was a hell of a drive and a detour but John knew that he had to do it, he had to just…see.

His dream was still so damn fresh in his mind and he eagerly, and a touch desperately, replayed it over and over again, holding on tightly onto it. Mary, still just as beautiful as he remembered, his boys all grown up and damn heroes of the world.

The four of them just having a dinner together, a simple easy dinner. Mary had made her casserole and they ate and were laughing and were just being a family. He dreamed about that often but never this clearly and never did it make his chest tighten as this one did.

He debated whether to write down the entire dream into his journal to help him to remember it and decided to do so later on. When he reached his next motel.

But for now…for now he was just focused on something else. Something he desperately needed to see.

He just wanted to see Sam at Stanford, make sure that he was alright and safe and busy with school and studying. He’d just drive by, get a glance, and leave to meet up with Dean.

Simple, easy, and fast. Sam never needed to know.

He thought for a moment of the Sam he had dreamed, they spoke to one another and had reached some sort of content and acceptance with one another, no screaming, no yelling, no arguing on either side.

He had spoken with his youngest son about something that the both of them needed to say.

“I don’t think about our fights, I think about the fact that I never got to say goodbye.”

John closed his eyes and shook slightly for a moment. He didn’t want to think about the saying goodbye, he just wanted to see his son and make sure that he was okay.

He felt the heat when he got into the town and slid his jacket off, throwing it into the passenger’s seat.

He parked the car a couple of streets away, if he drove it too close to the school Sam would immediately hear it and know that he was here.

Taking a deep breath he slid his hands into his pockets and walked briskly, trying not to gather any attention on him as he walked through the campus. Some people did shoot him weird looks but ultimately they disregarded him.

It took a lot but he didn’t freeze when he spotted Sam, his heart skipping a beat for a moment.

Sam was sitting under a tree, his bag and books beside him. He looked a bit stressed but ultimately healthy, he looked like he was eating properly, his clothes were fitting him, and he had an air of content surrounding him.

John registered all of that within a second as he walked by, not allowing himself to slow down. If he did he risked the fact of Sam seeing him and he wasn’t ready to face his son just yet.

He did however allow himself to glance back one more time to see his son, chest clenching when he saw a blonde haired girl had come to his side, leaning in to kiss him.

Sam was going to be fine, he was going to be just fine. Everything was going to be fine.

John ignored the pain in his chest as he walked back to where he had parked the impala and got in, not letting himself think or consider any other alternative other than getting back onto the road and meeting with Dean.

His son was safe and happy and had a normal life, that was all he had ever wanted for his children for all these years. Something he hadn’t been able to provide, and he was sure that knowledge was going to haunt him until the end of his days.

Blinking rapidly John tried to push the tears away, thinking about his sons and managing a small smile as he started the car.

He also didn’t see Sam looking up at the sound of the engine roaring and glancing towards his direction as he drove away.

I don’t care what anybody else is saying, Sastiel always makes me smile! This video was so well made, thank you and please continue making more!

The video isn’t really part of the challenge. I mean, I was very bored sunday afternoon and I was listenning to their song over and over again. And I thought an edit was better for people to watch. Better than reading a very long fic they might not like. 

Here’s my participation for the #SastielCreationsChallenge.

I may have cried three times before posting it, I am very nervous about sharing a work of mine. I never did it before. It’s the first time ever I’m writing a full story in english. It’s not my first langage, I think I’ve corrected most my mistakes, but I’m apologizing if there are some words/expressions/grammar I did wrong. It might be simply written but I think it’s still interesting and not very boring (I HOPE!)

I didn’t plan on writing a fiction this long, but I was very very inspired. I couldn’t stop writing about Sastiel. I wrote it all January, and I’m glad I did. This story is written for the #SastielCreationsChallenge

My infos: Sastiel Creations Challenge | My blog: theangelofawinchester.tumblr.com theme: one more | prompt: Step

Clearly, the prompt was very vague. It could have been anything, but I thought it was the best idea to take it with the simpliest meaning: the steps of life.

Anyway, I will shut up now and let you read it or not.

Please know that, everything I wrote are basically my sastiel dreams. What I’d love to read about them. Eveything i think about all day long. It’s my own interpretation of angels, and the characters themselves. I’m not forcing any interpretation to anybody, espacially the canons that I used in it.

Title: Safe Inside 

Summary:

Michael was defeated. Sam and Dean, they sort of retired after that episode. Dean is a mechanic in Lebanon, Sam is an full-time Man of Letters. Everything was fine in their lives; until Castiel came back in the bunker one night, telling them that Heaven was in danger and that this was threatening the entire humanity and angelkind. Sam came up with an idea, but he wasn’t expecting the angel to ask him to be part of the creation of the Nephilim to be. It didn’t matter how crazy it was, he said yes because Sam and Castiel, they both were secretly in love for a very long time now and they would do anything for each other. Castiel’s excuse to not tell Sam about his feelings? The Empty. Sam’s one? He didn’t think he deserved this angel.

Maybe this was the step of life the two of them needed to face their love for each other.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17671319

@sastielcreationschallenge

OMG! @coolteamblt​, that comment made me all warm and fussy until I almost puked. I realized something. Dean, with Michael inside is basically immortal. Sam is not! You might think that that’s sad, Dean having to watch his baby brother get old and die. But i would be much quicker. It takes a human about 3 days or so to die from dehydration. It would go even quicker if the box is airtight. Sam would choke. Or if the box is not airtight he would drown. Either way he would die and Dean would have to watch. And I don’t think Michael would lift a finger to help him. Then, what really got me, I was thinking of how Dean would stay in the box with a dead Sam, slowly decaying... so yeah. Sorry, had to get it out. Feel free to block it/me/everything ^^’

14x12 - Prophet and Loss

成为米开朗琪罗（哟！）的漫长练习之一。啦啦啦～(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o))) #penciling #jaredpadalecki #spn

Why can I only leave love on this once, when I will love it every time i see it!? <3 

“Don’t give up you fucking idiot”

Sam Winchester hugs are important.

(Also the latest episode killed me)

Jared Padalecki |anon request

Title: These Hands, Caked in Blood

Rating: M

Content Warnings: Torture, Character Death, Mind Break

Ships: Wincest,

Word Count: 11,549

Summary: Sam is no stranger to blood of any sort, be it angel, demon, or human. However, while searching for his brother Michael gives him a call to come to him, leading him back down to the path of addiction and pain. Only this time, its archangel blood that tempts him, just as Michael wishes to twist him into something that he can control. Trying to break free to his brother and not fall back on the temptation of blood that gives him power Sam finds himself changing into something more than he can even think of containing.

Comments: This was a Sam Winchester big bang collaboration hosted by @samwinchesterbigbang​. I had so much fun drawing these pictures and even made my very first Gif! This had not been possible without the amassing fic written by the talented @womanoflettersinthebunker! Thank you so much for working with me!

Link to fic: archiveofourown 

Link to author’s post: womanoflettersinthebunker

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