_{ferociousfreckles:}

                    ^{“Seriously, Sammy?” Dean squinted, green eyes tracing over the features on his face. “Whatever?” What was this, highschool? Something was eating at him… or had his panties in a knot —- and honestly Dean wasn’t sure he wanted to know what it was. Maybe it was that time again, that time when one of them questioned what it was they were doing. Two brothers out on the road —- killing monsters. Ready to call it quits. It happened. The hunter just wasn’t ready for it right now; hoped that this wasn’t what it was. It was going to be Christmas soon after all —- Sam wouldn’t leave him before Christmas would he? He’d stick around long enough for the 25th, right? Dean could stop… he could stop being annoying, and stop with the songs and the cookies and the tinsel. Give Sam a break, take it easy on the hunts —- could leave him alone for a day or two —- pay for some late night cable for his brother and some alone time. He’d do what he had to in order to keep him there.}

                    ^{“If you don’t want to listen to Frosty the Snowman, that’s cool. Ozzy’s just as cool.”}

      _{hunting is in his blood; that doesn’t mean he has to  l i k e  it. it is in his veins like wildfire, the curse of the winchesters, the winchesters’ blessing. but fire is untamable and unquenchable, and sometimes it burns its way out through sam’s tender skin and blazes and b l a z e s like the ceiling of his little apartment in palo alto.}

                   _{he fights it down, compressing the heat and the flames back into the space behind his heart, but there is only so much he can do, so hard he can press, before his little jail cell shatters and the flame licks its way free.}

                                            _{it’s worse, now, when the trees turn white with snow, boughs laden down with ice. it’s worse when he can smell eggnog and cinnamon on every furl of the wind, giggling and whirling with lost childhood and broken dreams.}

       _{but d e a n likes christmas, dean, who fed and watered him like a little sapling, who was his sun when his sky was full of clouds. and dean is still his sun because dean is dean, and long after all his sparkling stars have been blanketed over with velvet night, dean will be there.}

                                                                                       _{❝ —- anything beats  f r o s t y  ❞}

                _{it’s as close to an apology as he can give, with the heat still burning in his veins, but he forces a smile with tightened lips, gaze sliding over sheepishly to his brother behind the wheel.}

crownedkiller:

“—I thought it was good.”

      _{❝ —- tell me you haven’t actually  u s e d  that on someone. ❞}

_{crownedkiller:}

“—What has four legs and great chemistry?”

A little pause.

“Me ‘n you.”

      _{❝  —- Dean. Really? ❞}

ferociousfreckles:

                    ^{“Sammy, I’m hurt. I’m an amazing singer.”}

            _{❝ Yeah, okay, Dean. —- Whatever. ❞}

ferociousfreckles:

                    ^{“That’s because it’s almost Christmas, Sammy. Where’s your holiday spirit?”}

         _{❝ It ran away the minute you started wailing along to ‘Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.' ❞}

ferociousfreckles:

                    ^{“I happen to really like frosty the snowman.”}

         _{❝ Yeah, well, tough. You’ve been playing Christmas songs for the last three hours. ❞}

    _{[ —- Aggressively turns off Christmas music ]}

_fractaviri:

           ❝—Fɪɴᴇ, ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss. ᴡᴇ’ʟʟ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ.❞

     a sharp exhale followed his comment as he inadvertently made a noise somewhere along the lines of a groan.

           ❝Sᴇᴇᴍs ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ’s ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ sᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ‘ɪs ᴀss ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ.❞

     placing the key into the ignition and giving it a slight twist, the car started with a soft hum, his hands soon moving to grasp the steering wheel.
     it seemed as though sᴀᴍ was always short of being able to fully tolerate dᴇᴀɴ’s conduct.
          with all the time shared between the pair, one would think
                  he would be more forgiving towards his brother’s abhorrent nature.

    _{❝ Look, we just need to check the old papers, alright? Then we can go find that burger place. ❞}

                 _{He feels like a father trying to placate his young child, but then that is a fitting metaphor for their relationship, isn’t it? Sammy takes care of business, and Dean focuses on the fun.}

                                             _{❝ —- Alright, grumpy, cool it. ❞}

crownedkiller:

“—Y’can’t save me, Sammy. We know that. I know that.”

He gives a little scoff, scuffing his right shoe across the ground before he meets Sam’s gaze. It was hard to say this, but it was for his brother’s own good. After a while— after Dean was gone, he’d have to take care of himself. 

“Oughta give up.”

                    ❝No, we don’t know that. There has to be something we can do, we just have to keep looking.❞

   _{Sam can tell Dean is scared - terrified, even - and so is he, but that’s just more incentive to keep up the search. It’s actually hurtful that Dean could think Sam would just give up on him, that he’d let his big brother be devoured by hellhounds and tortured for eternity.}

         ❝Shut up, Dean. We’re not giving up.  I’m not giving up. Not until I get you out of this.❞