the REAL reason dean hates ruby is that he wants to be called a good boy but only sam gets that privilege.
the REAL reason dean hates ruby is that he wants to be called a good boy but only sam gets that privilege.
baby jack DEFINITELY likes playing with sam’s hair. claire teaches him to braid it and he makes cas and dean buy all these colourful hair ties and clips to put in sam’s hair whenever one of them lets him come shopping. sam doesn’t mind, he does get a little embarrassed when eileen drags him out of the bunker with tons of clips randomly stuck in his hair though.
hello yes i am still thinking about sam in the chapel in 11.02 praying and saying it’s been a while like what was the event that made him stop praying every day. there’s so many options. all devastating to think about
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y'know i think that supernatural is better now that its over because we can do whatever we want to it and no one can say shit. that being said.. i miss it.
My 9 year old brother told me this last night
“Sam and Dean have both been to hell right, according to some people who go to hell, anybody except cis heterosexuals (I had just explained the whole sexual orientation and gender thing and the people who don’t support it thing to him a few hours ago) Hence proved both of them like men I don’t know about anything else but they like men.”
I had to control my laughter so parents wouldn’t think I am crazy
sam is everything, lesbian gay bi transfem transmasc unaligned nb she/he/they and more queer genderfucked ace aro butch femme all of it literally everything and this is simply because sam is everything to me my whole world and my whole heart
no cause dean was being a dick to cas BUT THE MOMENT SOMEONE ELSE IS RUDE TO HIM he goes all soft I-
I honestly can’t with them 🤚🏻😫
Dean had died that morning.
It was a Wednesday. It wasn’t supposed to happen like that.
Sam had spent the day in a haze, barely knowing what to do - with himself, with Dean’s body. Eventually the police and emergency services had been called and they took Dean’s body away. Sam had been too numb to fight them on it.
Now, the sunset having long ago colored everything orange and purple, Sam was quietly sneaking into the diner. Hoping to find something - anything - about the Trickster. The front door clicked open and Sam stood up from where he’d been kneeling in front of the lock. Crept inside. He stood in front of where the Trickster had eaten breakfast for far too long.
“Looking for me?”
Sam whipped around, heart suddenly in his throat at being caught. The Trickster stood there, arms crossed as he leaned against the kitchen’s door frame.
“Trickster-”
“Loki, please.”
Sam blinked wildly for a second. Of all the Tricksters he could be dealing with, it had to be one of the bloodiest. “Loki, then.” He breathed, throat clicking. “You said this was a joke on me - why? What did I ever do-?”
“Besides trying to kill me, you mean?”
“I’m sure you’ve had many people try to kill you over the millenia. Why focus on me?”
“Because you’re the one that has the most to learn, Sambo.”
Sam stilled. That nickname. That fucking nickname - why that one? He took a purposeful step forward, shoulders high and tight and angry. “What did you just call me?” It grit out from his throat.
Loki went preternaturally still, bright hazel eyes wide.
Sam’s heart thundered in his chest which heaved for air. “Who are you? Tell me the truth!”
“Sorry, bucko. The mystery’s going to have to play out a bit longer.” And he snapped his fingers, disappearing with a faint breeze.
Y’all remember that vintage fic The Shattered One? That’s how Jack should have happened.