Insufferable they

Something like Breaking Bad, for example, has low squiggability (that’s what I’m calling this quality). It’s tightly written, the characters are consistent, there’s little left to interpolate or extrapolate. Obviously, people DO write fanfic of Breaking Bad, but it still has a low squiggability score. Whereas something like Supernatural has a high squiggability score. Fantasy and science fiction often have high squiggability scores. This suggests squiggability could also be related to worldbuilding and potential for people to borrow a premise or setting.

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he thinks it's just because he's not built for a soulmate, that the weird, ugly, broken thing inside of him exempts him from ever being connected to another human being like that.

he keeps books underneath his mattress, stolen from school libraries and left whenever they leave, of big dramatic soulmate revelations. of people who aren't soulmates but make it work anyway, of two widowed soulmates falling in love. a million soulmates-by-choice stories, where people carve out their own happiness.

he resents the fact that the sky is blue on the day of jessica's funeral, that he's allowed to know it.

in "faith," it's raining and dark and sam is so strung out he doesn't even notice the color leeching out of the world, a slow dial lowering the volume tick-by-tick.

it's not until dean gets dragged to hell, sam screaming no-no-no-no, that the world clicks off color like a light switch. sam crawls over to dean, and hauls him into his arms, and can barely see the blood anymore--soaked into the already-dark wood of the floor.

life for him started when he saw baby sammy in his blue, blue, blue blanket in mommy's arms at the hospital. he remembers the fire was red. he remembers mommy's blood was almost black on daddy's ruddy face.

he figures it's probably for the best that he doesn't have a soulmate, since the life is so dangerous and he's seen what losing colors has done to his dad. he loves short flings and sleeping around and pretty girls, and lets them know he's not looking to get attached. it's the best someone like him could hope for, anyway.

until sammy dies in his arms knee-deep in a mud-pit in cold oak. dean thinks the world's ended, because he lifts his hand to see if sammy's bleeding, but it's just black smeared on grey and he doesn't know what's happening.

it's like peering through a veil, staring at his dead soulmate on a bed. for days. when he brings sam back, he almost sobs in relief to see the demon's red eyes. he doesn't tell sam--of course he doesn't--who fucking wants to hear that your evil, fucked up bastard of an older brother has a one-way tie to you? especially 364 days from his ultimate demise? no. dean's not cruel, just selfish.