a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he's still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.
❝ nope, and get this —- all the vics? relatives of hunters. i mean, i didn’t even think hunters h a d relatives who weren’t in the life. it’s one thing to put yourself in danger, but how could someone knowingly endanger their family like that? they were ignorant, dean, every one of them. ❞
“Just gonna stand there or you got somethin’ for me?”
❝ alright, grumpy, calm down. ❞
he tosses the plastic bag at dean’s chest, rolling his eyes as he shucks his worn green coat. geez. he doesn’t know anyone who gets t h i s excited whenever there’s pie within a twelve-mile radius.
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Dean sighed. Is this was he got for trying to be a good, caring older brother? Mostly he was just trying to show his love and appreciation —- since apparently he wasn’t good at that kind of thing. Didn’t… show it enough. So this was him trying. This was him trying and failing.
“No more hugs —- got it. Moments gone anyway.”
{ ♟ } Sam could see the m o m e n t Dean’s attitude shifted. It wasn’t subtle —- it never was —- and Sam felt ever-familiar guilt begin to chew away at his stomach. Before it could sink its teeth too firmly into the soft tissue, Sam hesitantly wrapped his arms around Dean’s strong form.
The sensation was weird, if he was being honest, seeing as the only time he and Dean ever really got touchy-feely was when one of them almost kicked the bucket. Still, Sam would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy leeching comfort from his older brother, just like old times.
I thought maybe… underneath your whole “I could give a crap,” bad-boy thing, that there was something more going on. I mean, like the way you are with your brother.
“I am sure that we can make time. You are damaged, Sam. You will not tell your brother and you will not tell me? Why?”
{ ♟ } ❝ Of course i’m damaged, Cas. My brother was in Hell until a couple of months ago, and I thought he was gonna be stuck there. For good. So yeah, of course I’m damaged. But that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna keep going. He’s back now, and so am I. ❞
[ Damaged. Castiel doesn’t know the half of it. For one sickening moment, he imagines telling everything —- the b l o o d , ruby, his mind powers —- but then he pictures Dean’s face, disappointed and untrusting, and Sam keeps his mouth shut. ]
