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.
❝Hey, Dad? I, uh I know we’re not really on the best of terms, but I just. I wanted to apologize. Dean told me about…. when I went to Stanford —— and everything. And uh, I wanted to thank you, I guess. I know I was kind of a pain-in- the-ass kid, and, hah, I guess I still sorta am. But I’m just.. I’m just really glad you’re here. Hunting with us. It’s- It’s really nice to be together again. ❞
i’m reading the ballad of the invisible boy while listening to a twist and shout 8tracks mix and i think my heart is shriveling up and dying as i’m typing this.
❝ what because you say so? no, sam, i’m fine. i can handle things by myself. m’not gonna do something stupid. now if you don’t mind, i have somewhere t’ be. ❞
❝Yeah, because you always handle things so well, Dean. Oh, somewhere to be, really? ❞
❝ one, m’not gettin’ myself killed. m’still standing here, aren’t i? two, i ain’t hurtin’ anyone. this is why i left in the first place. ❞
❝Just because you’re in one piece now doesn’t mean you will be five minutes from now. And seriously? Did you think I was just gonna let you run wild all hopped up on —- on that mark, or whatever? ❞
Before she can think of a witty reply, she’s swept off her feet and she’s left clutching onto his neck and shoulders and giggling as he spins, half- screaming and half-laughing until she’s almost in tears and trying to catch her breath. A much as she would lie and tell him she hated when he did that, she actually loved every single second of it.
“So impatient, what’s the saying? Slow & steady wins the race, while impatient Sam’s get punched in the face? It goes something like that, yeah?”
And she’ll curl her tiny hand into a fist and gently press it against his cheek and push with zero force and a laugh before finding her keys and unlocking the car, opening the door and standing on the doorframe.
“You coming? Or did I knock you out?”
❝Yeah, I think you’ve got it kind of wrong. ❞
He rubs his cheek in mock-pain, unable to contain his grin as he watches Autumn fish out her keys and pull open the door to her car. Not for the first time, Sam marvels at how lucky he is to have a friend like Autumn. She’s pretty fucked up, hell, so is he, but she pulls it together so well. She’s good for him, he knows. Without Autumn, he’d probably go mad.
❝ Takes a hell of a lot more than that to knock me out. ❞ He grins, folding his lanky limbs into the passenger seat beside her, and lets the door shut with a metallic thunk.
