_pxision:

      _{❝ i hoped you would, but obviously you didn’t. ❞}

_{❝ yeah? better luck next time. ❞}

          _{❝                now, will you tell me what’s wrong already? ❞}

_{rambliingman:}

( half-glazed eyes focus on a floating
form, the blood pounding through his
ears— he can’t keep a straight thought—-  ) 

❝— i’m…❞ 

( his temples throb, a face before
his own, a familiar face —- sam.
he winces, and the fog parts for
a moment, but only just. ) 

    ❝fuggin’ peachy.❞ 

_{concern clouds his features, tugging his mouth
into a frown. his brain switches immediately to
hazard mode, cataloguing any external injuries
and searching out imperfections.}

              _{[ there’s nothing there, not really,
              other than the raw, scraped state
               of dean’s knuckles. ]}

_{❝ what’s wrong? —- are you hurt? ❞}

       _{strong hands grab gently at the sides
       of his brother’s face, thumbs coming
       to rest just before dean’s temples.}

                                   _{❝ talk to me. ❞}

rambliingman:

❝—-… ❞ 

( that’s the curious thing
he finds about hurting
people. —- it hurts you, 
too. )

_{❝ dean? ❞}

               _{he catches sight of the
               blood, glistening on his
               brother’s knuckles.} 

_{❝ hey hey hey                   dean! ❞}

       _{[ something is tugging at
       sam’s gut, filling him with
       uneasiness. ] 
                                   ❝ are you okay? ❞}

pxision:

      _{❝ i said i was fine. ❞}

       _{❝ ——— you expect me to believe that? ❞}

xrisen:

     he isn’t quite sure he heard the statement slipping through resolute lips correctly, and upon clarification, he averts his gaze to face his brother appropriately.

                           ❝ -— ʏᴇᴀʜ, ᴜʜ, ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ sᴏ. ❞

     ❝ dean, come on. ❞

                           it’s not fair. people are dying, people they could save.
                          they’re the   b e s t   damn hunters around, and dean is
                          keeping him here under lock and key because sam is a  
                          little under the weather? 

                                                                            ❝ i’m fine.                    really. ❞

         [    the blood spattered on tissues throughout the
              bunker’s wastebaskets might indicate otherwise,
              but sam refuses to acknowledge any weakness.     ]  

                           ❝ —— are you seriously just going to keep me locked up in here? ❞

justanemptymeatsuit:

                 <sub>she felt like a scolded child, in trouble after
                 doing wrong. a small sigh escaped her, feet
                 moving as she took a step away before turning,
                 hand reaching for her drink on the table.

                                      “Yeah, okay..”
                 [ a quick glance up, arched eyebrow as she 
                                    watched him for a moment ]
                      “Do…D’you want me to come with you?”</sub>

                _{it’s a dangerous game that sam is playing with ruby.
                he’s teetering between dean and ruby, between brother
                and lover. he can’t stop, though. ruby has him by the
                throat and dean has him by the heart, and sam knows
                there’s no way he’s getting out of this  w h o l e .}           

                             _{❝ i ——- yeah                     …if you want to. ❞}

protegamxeum:

                    _{Dean steps back, holding up his hands
                    he doesn’t want any of that stuff on him}

                    _{the hunter would probably cry
                    if sam ruined the Impala’s interior
                    the impala is home.}

                   _{❝I’m good with burning it.
                            Seems like the best option.
                                         Plus it’ll be kinda fun.❞}

                  _{Dean chuckles and opens the trunk.
                  He unzips a duffel bag, pulls out a clean shirt.}

                                _{❝Change.❞}

                 _{sam laughs once, shaking his head. leave
                 it to dean to get excited about burning
                 something covered in horse shit.}

                                       _{❝ forgot you were a pyromaniac. ❞}

                        <sub>he shucks his mud-caked jacket and shirt, letting
                        them fall to the ground with a slick thwack, and
                        snags the proffered clothing from dean.

                                                                  ❝                  happy now? ❞</sub>

rebellingwings:

    _{“I’m sorry, Sam — It just takes too much effort for me to fly anymore.
                  I wish I could help but there’s nothing I can do.”}

_{[ castiel had just been spending his time sitting around doing nothing due to his cut off from heaven. ]}

         _{❝ cas, come on man,
                                      we could really use your help.
             there has to be something you can do… ❞}

                                  _{[  they’ve dealt with pretty bad before, but come on,
                                      this is the fucking apocalypse they’re talking about.
                                      it kind of seems like     a   l o t     to put on two boys’
                                      shoulders, even if they are the winchesters.   ]}

justanemptymeatsuit:

                 _{she nodded, arms folded almost awkwardly across her chest.
                 she hated it when he looked at her like that, almost a silent confirmation
                 that she’d done wrong.        sighing, she looked up at him, arms
                 falling to her sides.
                                                        “I will. I jus’…I thought the safety was on..”}

          _{it’s strange, seeing ruby so…. vulnerable. sam 
          doesn’t like it. it’s at odds with her character, 
          and it makes him feel all kinds of uneasy. he 
          sighs, letting his hands rest on his hips and is 
          silent for a moment, watching a point over ruby’s head.}                

                     _{❝ i’m gonna… head back, i guess. ❞ 
                                [ a short but pregnant pause ]
                         ❝ dean’s not… he should be…             out, for a while… ❞}

justanemptymeatsuit:

_{“Alright, alright.”}

            _{“—Sorry, Sam.”}

          _{guilt pangs sharply in his chest, and he swallows around
          the regret in his throat. but still             ruby’s been around 
          the block.           she should know better than to mess with 
          weapons like that.   
                                                ❝ it’s fine. just…. be more careful, okay? ❞}