thexrighteousxman:

_{It had broken his heart when Sam had walked out of that motel room. Destroyed him. He’d picked a demon over his brother, and released Lucifer. 
But he was his brother. And no matter how much it hurt, or how angry Dean was with Sam, he wasn’t going to abandon him. He just couldn’t do that to him.}

_{But they had to stop the world ending. That was their job.
But even they deserved a night off once in a while. And that’s what they were doing now. A night off. Away from the apocalypse, away from angels and demons.}

              _{Just them.}

                                 _{”Yeah, it is. It’s nice.”}

_{For once, the silence is nice. Any other time, silence wouldn’t have been nice at all.
Reaching behind him, he grabbed too beers from the cooler, handing one over to Sam before opening his own. Taking a drink, he stared down at the grass, black in the moonlight, before over at his brother.
                                  “It’s gonna be okay, Sam.”}

     _{never in his life has sam felt so much regret. it’s there in the mornings, when dean’s quiet and sleepy and sam’s all alone in the room. it’s there at mid-day, when the sun casts a tall shadow behind the impala that moves and shimmers as they forge their way across borders and states. it’s there at night, when everything is quiet and their only company is the glowing screen of a motel tv and a cold beer.} 

                 _{and the thing is, sam still  c r a v e s  it. his blood aches for the power, the euphoria. the control. he hates that no matter how much he hurts dean, no matter how much he wishes none of this had ever happened, he still wants it so bad his hands shake and his mouth goes dry.}

      _{but sam trusts dean. sam knows dean won’t let him fail again.  sam knows he won’t let himself betray dean again. so he holds on with sweaty fingers, praying for guidance and hoping for salvation.}

         _{he smiles now, soft and secretive and f o r l o r n . he feels lost. ever since he was a child, he was the freak, the odd one out. and now is no different.}

                                                                            _{❝ no, it’s really not. but thank you. ❞}

   _{sammy meets his brother’s gaze, the corner of his mouth twitching up almost against his will  —- an actual, genuine smile. because he knows whatever there is in store, dean will be there to face it with him.}

call-me-bunny-banana:

lifeofohwell:

whyisntdanonfire:

i-ship-it-for-the-bitches:

assbutt-in-the-garrison:

peruvian-whovian:

#I DONT EVEN WATCH THIS SHOW AND THAT HURT

thanks Satan

*metatron, we like satan

Our fandom is fucked up.

THANKS METATRON 

   _{❝ —- dean? ❞}

         _{well, this can’t be good.} 

   _{sam gets up from the ground, wincing at the  f i s s u r e s  of pain that skate across his shins. okay, where is he  now? a horror show? it’s sure as hell not a sitcom. based on his surroundings, sam guesses he’s somewhere in a city —- and not a nice one. then again, looks can be deceiving. still, there’s something itching in the pit of his stomach, yelling at him to run, to find dean.}

              _{which is something else odd, come to think of it. every other time he’s been transported through the trickster’s godforsaken reality shows of doom, dean’s been right there by his side. but now, unless he’s mistaken, he’s landed hard and a l o n e on a dark, dirty alleyway somewhere on the other side of the moon. even the sky looks strange. sci-fi, maybe?}

     _{well, wherever he is, he might as well get on with it. just go along with the show. then he’ll get back to the warehouse and be able to get on with his plan.}  

                                                          _{❝ hello? anyone out there? ❞}

      _{sam can’t remember the last time he’s been on a case. for months, now, they’ve been tracking the devil and trying to figure out how to shove that bastard back where he came from. it’s nice to slow down and take an actual case, no matter how much he feels like he’s  w a s t i n g  time. still, if they can’t kill lucifer, they might as well kill as many evil sons of bitches as they can.}

                 _{so far, they don’t really have any leads. as a result, they’ve taken to what they know best —- scoping out a bar. it’s late, and there aren’t very many people here, but they fall easily into their usual routine; dean scopes out the chicks and sam does the work.} 

     _{it’s not like they’re under a lot of pressure here, and no one’s in dire need of help, so sam doesn’t feel  t o o  guilty when the first person he decides to talk to is an attractive young girl sitting at the bar. he slides onto the stool beside her and orders a beer.}

                           _{❝ —- kinda quiet for a saturday, isn’t it?  ❞}

                                        _{he turns to the girl in his stool, face morphing into a kind smile.}

       _{it’s not often that they get free time. with the apocalypse raging, they’re always going somewhere, fighting something. and sam doesn’t mind, he really doesn’t, because he broke the bars and now it’s his job to weld them back together. but there are times when, staring out of the impala’s passenger window, he thinks he can see what they used to be. when he and dean used to  l a u g h , when he’d be woken up by the cold plastic of a spoon on his nose. he can see back to the time when all they hunted were vampires and shifters and lost spirits, not horsemen and devils and angels and themselves.}

                _{so it’s nice, sam thinks, to be able to sit here on the cool grass, back against his big brother’s car, and just look up at the stars. he doesn’t know where he’s going or how they’re going to get there, but under the dark velvet night he can almost pretend that things are going to be  o k a y .}

                                                                                   _{❝ —- quiet, isn’t it? ❞}

       _{sam chances a glance at dean from the side of his eye. he knows his brother can never truly forgive him; like lucifer, sam had  f o r s a k e n  his family, and that’s a sin he can never cleanse from his flesh. but he wants to, god does he want, and he knows that as long as he and dean are together, he can never really stop trying.}

_{finally got through all my drafts! i’d love to start some more threads, though, so if you’d like me to post a starter, like this post and i’ll get one up as soon as possible c: i’m also more than open to plotting if you’d rather drop me an ask.}

killersmurff:

         ”You can’t make me go.”

   He can’t. Jess knows, logically, that he could just get up and leave her here. Hit the road with Dean. But she won’t let him, she can’t let him because she’s not going and he’s not leaving her.

   How could he-.

          “After all of this, you’re asking me to-.” Her breath hitches and her fist thumps hard against his chest once, twice. “You’re all I have, Sam.”

   Her home is gone. Her father’s been MIA for years, her Grandfather dead for longer. She can’t go back to school, not with this thing running around after them and she’s lost her child. Sam is it and yes, okay, he wants her safe but…

                  “It’s already been made glaringly fucking obvious that we’re not safer apart.” Or was him not being there the whole point of the attack? It was a window of opportunity for Brody and her leaving Sam only opens up another one.

    Tucking her arms into the curve of his, she pushes out with her elbows, trying to move back until she can get out of the hold of his arms and push the covers down over her legs, kicking them away. “This is my fight too, Sam. He took my baby, you can’t just ask me to-.”

            “I’m not leaving.” But she is getting out of this bed because fuck you, Winchester.

                  _{❝ jess. ❞}

       _{he recoils at the tone of her voice, indignant and  h u r t,  and sam doesn’t want to hurt her, he doesn’t, he just wants to save her. he jolts, releasing her reflexively and grabbing at her wrists, keeping her from landing more punches on his smarting chest.}

                            _{❝ ow, jess, stop it! ❞}

          _{this isn’t going how he’d hoped. sam knew that telling jess to wait on the sidelines like a damsel in distress would end in angry words and stinging arguments, but he’d hoped that she would see reason. although that wasn’t jess, now, was it? the sweet, kind girl who could take someone out with her bare hands —- that wasn’t the little spitfire he’d fallen in love with.}

   _{❝ you don’t get it. they’re coming after you because of me. i’m the reason you’re in danger in the first place! ❞}

              sam sighs, running his hands through his hair. the bed shifts when she gets up, reminding him just what a  f a n t a s t i c  job he’s doing thoroughly fucking everything up. 

                     _{❝ please. we’ll bring you somewhere safe, somewhere away from all this. and then, after we get that bastard, we can be together again. safe. ❞}

angelicalxcosmo:

     _{”Hmm. Alright. I will take your word for it.”}

         _{She watched him closely with a smirk. Clearly he was a little too drunk. The angel chuckled as the man sniffed his drink.}

                       _{”Queen? Please. I wouldn’t want that label. I’m more of..a guardian. Not quite a guardian angel but, guardian over something far larger than this planet.”}

                 _{He was attractive. She’d give him that. Even if he was drunk.}

              _{“My name is Mazalel.”}

      _{happy he was finally being left in peace with his drink, sam grinned. the girl seemed nice, but the only person he’d ever let cut him off was dean. and dean wasn’t home right now. actually, no, dean probably was home —- well, at the motel. sam had left pretty quick after another one of their fights. sam had been pretty upset before, but now, with a full stomach and a warm fuzziness, he felt pretty damn good.}

                           _{❝ oh nooo! ❞}

          _{sam groaned, his head tilting back to expose his tanned neck.}

                                    _{❝ not  a n o t h e r  angel. ❞}

_{cas was fine —- same liked cas. but the rest of them were just dicks.}