Greydon

sam winchester

HE'S A THEATRE KID TO ME. (he ran tech once)

okay, maybe not a theatre kid, but like he dabbles in it do you get me. like he's listened to the more popular (pun intended) ones.

like one day you're listening to music together and something from hamilton pops up and you can suddenly hear him humming or rapping along quietly

can you imagine him trying to do the helpless run (i love you phillipa soo)

yes he has absolutely slow danced to "all i've ever known" with you but his favorite to slow dance with you is "what you mean to me" from finding neverland.

on harder days its "you matter to me" from waitress.

now, if you were actively in theatre, he doesn't hesitate at all to help you run lines.

he picks you up from every rehearsal and sometimes even sits at the back row of the theatre, almost in tears every time you open your mouth because he loves your voice so freaking much

he's at every opening night and every closing night too, always with a big bouquet of flowers because his partner only deserves the best?????

he also keeps every program your name is on, as in EVERY ONE all the way till its finally a playbill.

safe to say he's extremely supportive of you and your dreams

apart from the musicals, he looooves going to plays too, maybe more than musicals because its just his kind of thing i feel.

he probably has a collection of plays too

theatre kid sam you are real to me.

dean winchester

he HATES musical theatre

allegedly

he's mortified when you introduce him to jukebox musicals ESPECIALLY the ones that are rock because why are they doing that to his favorite songs

he does love moulin rouge! though because he thought nicole kidman was hot

what? you love it because ewan mcgregor is hot. aaron tveit too. dean thought he was hot too.

"come what may" is probably the only song dean openly sings with you?????? he slow dances to it with you too because he's a romantic like that and if it made his baby happy it makes him happy too. but its the movie version, not the broadway version.

the first soundtrack you introduce him to, though, is bonnie & clyde. something western for a kansas boy right?

he loves it a little too much. like he actually knows the songs. like he's fully watched the proshot multiple times.

it's his first real introduction to stage musicals and he won't admit it but he's fully hooked

one night he slow dances to "how 'bout a dance" with you and you thought it was actually the most romantic thing anyone's ever done with you (even though he somehow steps on your feet a few times)

ok so anyways if you're actively in theatre, he's always picking you up from rehearsals (obviously). there was one time where his playlist played and you swore you heard the opening chords to "this world will remember me" before dean was smashing the next track button.

when it comes to lines, he seems useless at first but he can pick up on the lines easily. its just that he can't act with his voice, but he's already remembered the line.

he's fully in awe when he comes and watches you perform though!!!!

he's def the loudest in the crowd during curtain call, especially when you're the lead and you come out and take your big bow.

he's parading you around the lobby right after and boasting about how you're his partner while you're desperately trying to stop him.

you smacked his mouth closed.

he's got a big bouquet waiting for you in the backseat of the impala every time

speaking of the impala, the glove compartment is just fully stacked with programs stuffed in there. all of them have your name in it.

he breaks the music rule ONLY ON your opening and closing nights and he lets you pick out the music that you play in the car!

for his sake you put your shared favorites.

first thing he noticed were the calluses on your hands. you didn't fit in. you couldn't make your tie properly, always smiled like this school was a damn game. ben wondered what exactly a guy like you was doing in a school like this.

the other boys laughed at you with cruel smiles. benjamin did think about doing so too. it was easier to just do what the others did. standing up for the weak was never something he was good at. hell, how could he? the last thing his fathet teached him was compassion and empathy.

but for some reason you just laughed along whenever someone made a joke. it wasn't just a laugh to get out of an awkward conversation or a way to shield yourself. your eyes were too bright, your laugh too real. benjamin wanted to punsh you for being so damn stupid. but for some reason he really couldn't. he wasn't a bully, just a jerk.

you didn't understand anything. too oblivious for anything. for a while the blond believed you were just stupid. but that also couldn't be. one time he glanced over a graded assignment all students received back. and all he could do was dream of the grades you got. you were smart but just so much of a ditz as well. at least, that's what he would tell you if you were a girl.

sadly, you weren't, though. doesn't matter how pretty your face actually was or the way your lips glistened with spit whenever you ran your tongue over them. he noticed it, he wouldn't say it out loud, but he knew you did that whenever you started thinking too hard. benjamin also saw the way your brows furrowed, teeth sinking into your lips while tapping your pen against your cheek.

he still didn't stop anyone from joking about you, even if it made him mad. he focused on your smile. ben couldn't stop himself from smiling whenever you did.

one time he asked you for help with homework. ben didn't listen to a word you said, you ended up doing his homework while he was staring at you. he flunked all his subjects anyway but despite it all he wanted to be tutored by you. mostly to hear you speak, to see your mouth move or roll your eyes whenever he wouldn't pay attention.

whenever someone asked, he denied being friends with you. benjamin scoffed at the thought, would push someone whenever they hit a nerve before stomping off. he wasn't your friend. he couldn't be friends with someone like you.

at night he would sneak into your dorm. hand over your mouth while he fucks you, slow and quiet, not to wake your drommate. afterwards he would cry, hold you close and apologize.

"i love you" ben would whisper while carefully petting your hair. you never pushed him away, never complained that he was too much, too heavy. you kissed him back, whispered sweet things, all the things benjamin never got to hear from anyone. and you sounded so damn sincere. it broke him.

benjamin would have sex with you everywhere. not just in your bed but also in his. in the bathroom. sometimes in the back of the library, hidden by thick dusty books. it was the only way he could get rid of that nagging feeling of shame. only for a bit.

sometimes ben would get angry and ignore you. he doesn't know what he gets angry at. but he always crawls back to you, whispering 'i love you's again. maybe he actually did love you.