Cursed or Not

Mary, in Heaven: *Curbstomping John* You're a piece of shit!

Sam was destined to become a leader, to carry on the Men of Letters legacy into the sun. It’s literally what his entire storyline all through the 15 seasons of Supernatural called for, but even more the last couple of seasons. Instead, he ends up grieving his brother for 40+ years and seemingly forgets all about his previous life. He leaves the bunker never to return, we never see him interact with the so-called found family that the show made a point of setting up through the entire show. He gets a blurry wife, a kid he names after his brother (the co-dependency never really ends then, does it) and he spends the rest of his life never going back to his legacy. He seemingly never picks up the pieces again. Sam the leader is gone and buried.

15 years only to end up with very little progress from what he wanted in season 1. He’s lost everyone he cared about and got a blurry wife and a kid that serves as a Dean proxy instead. 

Yeah, I’m mad about Dean and Cas. I’m mad about Eileen. I’m mad at the Found Family they spent years crafting and forgot along the way, thinking we wouldn’t notice. I’m mad at a shitload of things. But I’m also mad about what they did to Sam. 

He’s still so beautiful isn’t he? Even after all this time.

Yes

He doesn’t have to walk far, either, once he’s pulled the Impala into the grass beside the road and let the metal door shut behind him with a creak. He’s in the forest after a few paces—it’s a pretty forest, all green and overgrown, the tan of Cas’ coat standing out purely for its dullness. Cas’ back is to him and he’s looking down at something, hands in his pockets, but the rigidity with which he holds himself gives away his awareness of Dean’s presence. Cas won’t turn toward him but will angle his head so Dean can see the sharp line of his cheekbone, like he’s any sort of thing that would need ears to gauge how close Dean is.

Dean has half a mind to hesitate, to stop and take a deep breath and collect his thoughts or something, but he’s so fucking tired of not being near Cas and of schooling how much he gives away to Cas in every conversation that he walks up so their shoulders are inches apart and he doesn’t think twice about it. He looks down to take in what Cas is looking at and finds a small pond with a few muddy-gray fish scooting their bellies across the silt. Dean thinks Cas might be gearing up for a speech about the fish and creation and humanity, something nice and cinematic to bookend their journey, but instead Cas says, “Hello, Dean.”

That works, too. At least Dean knows how to respond to that one. “Heya, Cas.”

They’re silent for a second.

Y'all ever just...*flaps hands around vaguely*...

✨Cas?✨