there's so much evil in the world, dean.
i feel like i could   d r o w n   in it.
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independent sam winchester
written by hannah

deadmens:

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   ’ That’s not a dog, that’s a freakin’
     rat. ‘

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      ❝  ——— okay? it’s still harmless. ❞

June  3  (14:59)    ( 2 )
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markofakiller:

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“I mean it Sam,

                             I really mean it.     If I have to look through one
                             more book, or do one more minute of research,
                             I’m gonna loose it. I mean really loose it.”

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         ❝ dean, come on ———
             we’ve only been here for an hour or
             two, tops. and we still have nothing. ❞

May  26  (16:36)    ( 1 )
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pxision:

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                i promise you that i’m still me. believe me, please.

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    ❝ you’re a demon, dean.
       that kind of complicates things.  

May  23  (11:40)    ( 4 )
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pxision:

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                sammy, it’s still me.

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    ❝ you expect me to believe that? 

May  23  (11:31)    ( 4 )
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xxcastiel:

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[ ✞ ]      ❝i didn’t do anything, sam.
                i asked her for directions,
                just like i’m speaking to you now.
                i don’t understand how that
                warrants an attack..❞

                human behavior will always
                be a mystery to the angel.

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     ❝ she must’ve felt threatened.  i mean, no offense,
         but you can be kind of…. intimidating… sometimes. 

May  15  (22:36)    ( 5 )
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oh–lazarus:

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         ”You’re not the only one who’s made mistakes, Sam.                                                                        There are a number of things I would give anything to take back or change.                          But the fact is that I can’t. All I can do is learn from my mistakes and move on.                      Stop living in the past, Sam.”

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  ❝  you say that like it’s easy. i can’t just forget it, dean.
  i can’t just pretend it didn’t happen. i try to make up for
  it, to change, but all i do is mess up, again and again. i
  don’t even know what’s right any more.  

May  15  (22:32)    ( 9 )
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sonofapie:

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        ❝ ———-I’m not drugged, I’m sleepy.
            Dealin’ with it with my new friend, the fourth cup of whiskey-coffee. 

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       ❝ doesn’t the whiskey kinda defeat the purpose? ❞

May  10  (20:36)    ( 6 )
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xxcastiel:

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[ ✞ ]      ❝i asked a woman where the nearest rest stop was
                and she screamed and touched me with the device—
                                                                    and then she ran away.❞

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     his first reaction is overwhelming relief, because
     while tasering can be extremely painful (trust him,
     he knows) it hardly ever causes lasting damage.
     next comes some sort of misplaced humor, because
     come on, an angel getting tasered?

                  ❝ shit, cas. what’d you do                     
                      threaten her with your angel blade?  ❞

May  5  (13:32)    ( 5 )
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oh–lazarus:

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     ”Well who cares? We’ve survived. We’ve helped people..and saved the world a handful of times.

     We’ve done a hell of a lot more good then you seem to realize.”

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     ❝  it’s never enough though, is it?
         there’s always going to be something
         that comes along and ruins it. i mean,
         jesus, dean, i started the apocalypse.
         there’s no real way to come back from
         that, you know?  

May  4  (19:17)    ( 9 )
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oh–lazarus:

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“Yeah—I know what you mean, Sammy.

     —But you can’t think like that. I know this sounds corny.. and stupid. But look on the bright side, we’re not dead..yet.”

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     ❝  yeah.  we’re not dead now.  
         but we should be, a million times over.  

May  4  (18:56)    ( 9 )
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