obsessed

sleepy teenage Sammy burying his head into Dean’s chest to fall asleep

“Did you get the lamb’s blood?” Sam hums, on his knees and reaching far back into the bottom shelf to grab a jar of dried herbs. His thin shirt slides up with the movement and suddenly Dean can see a strip of lacy, black panties poking out from his jeans. His brain turns to static. “Dean?” Sam questions, straightening up and turning to his brother in confusion. His eyes blow wide, “What the- Dean, you’re having a nosebleed!”

i miss s5 cas he was so bitchy and intense and badass and autistic. he never blinked and he talked to dean from 3 inches away and he was rebelling against heaven and he branded enochian on his friends ribs and he found a liquor store and he drank it and he absolutely wrecked shop in knife fights and he carved banishing sigils into his own chest and he called raphael his bitch and he ate a million cheeseburgers and he never understood references and i love him so so so much <3