flowers in the backseat

Destial is so talked about i got into supernatural thinking they'd be too overwhelming of a canon to ignore and all that hearsay. But then I watched supernatural and found out they got NOTHING on what samdean have. The hundred crammed-in fic/romantic tropes. The yearning glances and looks of pure love. The constant sexual innuendos and parallels to lovers. Soulmates unhinged codependent freaks who'd damn the entire world and sell their own souls to save each other time and time again. The chemistry, the storylines of them being forced to separate by every higher power yet desperately coming to each other every time. Most romantic relationship i ever seen on Tv.

when that guy points at sam through the prison fence and goes “you’re mine, baby,” and sam just looks fucking perplexed and nods. and dean says (in his sleaziest voice) “don’t worry, sammy. promise i won’t trade ya for smokes.” we get it dean he’s Your property. Jesus Christ. a little surprising they weren’t all trying to call dibs on you too but it’s nice to know that your first response to hearing someone hit on your brother is that he’s already taken.

very small detail in mystery spot… but the very first tuesday sam goes to brush his teeth and there’s toothpaste like all over the tube and it’s mostly empty. and he looks at dean like “seriously?” and dean shrugs. then after dean dies, during the montage of sam living alone on his revenge mission, there’s a shot of him brushing his teeth and the toothpaste tube is clean. the trunk is organized, the photos on the wall are lined up, the guns are spotless, the bed is made. the toothpaste tube is clean. dean was always the one who made the motel room a home, made it messy, made it lived in. there’s no mess. there’s no dean. sam doesn’t know how to do that. he’s never needed to. maybe never even noticed that’s what dean was doing; he was too busy complaining about his dirty clothes being everywhere.

I feel like this sums up their dynamic. Cheeky vs suspicious side-eye 😅

sometime i like to think- we would’ve found each other even if we weren’t „us“. i mean, we kinda did, in those other universes. but even in this one, i would‘ve found you.