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Spot the differences! ( impossible )

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Dean’s been carrying the feeling around for days now, that low constant wrongness that settles in his chest and won’t move. Sam’s been quiet. Not the normal teenage silence, not the sulking or the headphones on, world off kind. This is sharper. Taut. Like a wire pulled too tight. Sam’s anxious, even when he pretends he’s not. He snaps more, bites harder, like if he shows teeth first no one will notice how badly his hands are shaking.
Dean clocks it all. Of course he does. That’s his job.
He thinks about asking. He always does. But that’s never how it works between them. They don’t sit each other down. They don’t ask what’s wrong. They wait. They orbit. They talk when one of them can’t hold it in anymore. And Sam hasn’t cracked, hasn’t even acknowledged that there’s something to crack over. He acts like it’ll sort itself out. Like he’ll handle it. He’s almost grown, after all.
And that thought almost leaves something bitter on Dean’s tongue.
So Dean watches instead. Watches Sam pull out that black notebook every chance he gets, hunched over it at the tiny kitchen table of whatever dump they’re calling home this week. Watches the way Sam’s face changes when he writes: focused, distant. Dean’s commented on it once, trying to sound casual. Sam shrugged, said it was journaling. Said it helped him clear his head.
That answer sits wrong, too.
Later, when Sam’s at school and the room feels too quiet without him, Dean finds the notebook shoved under Sam’s pillow. Just… there. Like Sam forgot to hide it. Or didn’t care if it was found. Dean stares at it longer than he means to. Tells himself he’s not snooping. Tells himself this is concern, responsibility, the weight of being someone’s entire safety net since they were both too young for it.
But his hands hesitate anyway.
Because what if he’s right? What if Sam’s drowning and Dean’s missed it? What if there are words on those pages that he won’t know how to answer? What if there’s a name? What if there’s pain he can’t fix. What if someone’s hurt his little brother and Dean didn’t get there in time-
That thought makes his chest go tight.
So he opens it.
And for a second, his brain just… stalls.
Because it’s not fear or grief or secrets bleeding onto the page. It’s recipes. Pages and pages of them. Unhinged ones. Half legible, chaotic. Weird substitutions, measurements that don’t make sense. Dean flips another page. Then another.
It hits him slowly, like embarrassment turning warm and heavy in his chest. This is what’s been eating Sam up? This is what he’s been obsessing over? Memorizing Dean’s stupid meals like they’re something worth saving?
Dean closes the notebook and slides it back under the pillow, gentler than he picked it up. He stands there for a moment longer than necessary, staring at the empty bed.
Yeah. His brother’s still weird.
But maybe not for the reasons Dean was afraid of.
early seasons salmondean disguises are soooo stupid oh hi im detective rock this is detective roll we’re from ButtFuck PD here about the cheerleader disembowelments. we’re reporters from Big Stupid Magazine, does that dead guy smell like rotten eggs to you? we’re graduate research assistants from Kill Yourself University looking for 17th century literature on banshee skincare routines.
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Look I get the appeal of only making Sam the brotherwife and making it an unrequited wincest thing where he gives in bc of guilt or whatever, there’s definitely space for that, but like. I’m sorry, I do like giving Sam some fucking agency?? So making him the monstrous Lolita type who’s seducing his brother because *he* wants it… cmon. Give him something to make a choice about. Something

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Driving through the night
My piece for the @waywardsonszine !!
thinking about when dean got de-aged… HES JUST A LITTLE GUY (real)
pt.2 pt.3
close ups of the lil corner doodles below
MORE “ABOUT A BOY” DEAN CUZ THE WORMS ATE MY WHOLE BRAIN
hi sorry im back, i cannot stop thinking about tiny touchstarved dean clinging to sam (he hasnt felt this safe since before mary died) and sam just carrying him around the bunker all day (they both pretend its the other who doesnt want to let go but its definitely both of them)
pt.1 pt.3
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GUESS WHAT more tiny dean 4 u <3
(they fell asleep during the movie)
pst hey you! this is a continuation of these sketches: pt.1 pt.2
Close-ups and still shot below
Wendigo (1x02)
Sam having the same expression as the woman that clearly had a thing for Dean…He‘s so gone.

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I do love the idea of weecest sam being possessive but also like weird and unsettling about it. like fics where john or bobby find out and dean is trying to talk, trying to scrape together something salvageable from the situation, but sam is standing right behind him with a flat stare and threat of murder or worse if anyone tries to take dean from him, or vice versa. like sam can (mostly) put up with dean flirting with girls whose names he'll forget once they've moved to whatever next town. but if anyone seriously seems like they could get between him and dean? this switch flips and this otherwise vibrant and lively kid goes still, his eyes lose their light and go cold, calculating, like the hunter he's growing into. I love the idea of little sammy being an unsettling possessive freak
actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.
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azazel should had fucked both sam AND dean while possessing john
people throw tomatoes on me so i try to run away but i trip on a tomatoes and fucking die

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love how sam always looks like he’s about to orgasm when he’s in pain . . 🚬🚬
Jensen and Jared are adorable goofballs.