_{woo gay marriage is legal in pa!!  i’m attempting to convince my parents that because this is such a momentous occasion, they should get married (for real this time) and throw a kick-ass party.}

_{but in all seriousness, i’m so excited.  took long enough!}

_{autumnxbelle:}

{❦} “Right this way, Sir.”

                 And she’s off and laughing,
                 backpack tossed over her
                 shoulder carelessly and
                 practically bouncing down
                 the hallway, turning and
                 walking backwards for a
                 moment to make sure that
                 Sam was still behind her.
                 She’s chanting at him,
                 urging him to walk faster.

          “Quick, quick, quick!” 

  _{❝ okay, okay! ❞}

              _{he can’t keep the laughter from bubbling
              up, spilling over in a bright declaration of
              mirth.  sam picks up the pace, jogging to
              keep up with autumn’s quick steps.}

       _{❝ i’m coming, i’m coming, geez.. ❞} 

crossroadscastiel:

Waking up on finale day like

righteoxs:

An arm is stretched out 
instinctively to cover sammy—— 
adrenaline slowly sinking into
his veins, catalyst to his thumping
heart.

He reaches into the back waistband
of his jeans, brandishing his .45.
The thing may be alone, but a walker
is still a walker. His thoughts race to the
other survivors.

 “—-  How did it get past patrol?”+

  _{following dean’s lead, sam draws his
  own gun, holding it low in front of him.}

              they’ve dealt with worse before,
              but the walkers aren’t usually here,
              on their own safe ground.

        ❝ maybe it got lucky? ❞

_{autumnxbelle:}

{❦} “——Ah.”

              It’s only a tiny noise, she’s had so much
              worse, but it doesn’t mean that the silver
              digging into her palm is comfortable.
              Bottom lip is taken between her teeth,
              fingers twitch slightly, but she doesn’t
              protest again. The splinter is almost out,
              and Sam is surprisingly gentle. Not that
              she hadn’t thought he would be, he was
              just so large. 

   _{❝ sorry. ❞}

           _{he doesn’t look up from her palm, but he
           does stop slicing at the skin to grasp the
           piece of wood between his thumb and the
           edge of his blade.  slowly, sam draws it out
           of the home it’s made in autumn’s flesh,
           ensuring that it doesn’t snap off while still
           embedded in her hand.} 

                                                        _{❝ there, got it. ❞}

happysamdaily:

_{You know, I never told you this, but Sam was going to ask her to marry him. Been shopping for rings and everything.}

mobster-princess:

—but oh, you poor _pitiful helpless _worthless child

                             did you really think for a moment?

                                           that you actually had a [c h o i c e] in life?

theotheristhedoctor:

mishagetsmekilled:

bookjunkie26:

Maybe no one will die tonight

…

_{therighteoussoldier:}

       ” your choice? —-fine. then don’t
                      make this ain’t about me sam.
                                        ——disappointment or not. “

_{❝ no, dean, this
                       you ———
      you don’t understand.
      i’m choosing this. i’m choosing you.
            i just…  —- i really screwed up, okay? ❞}