crowling

okay fine well if you dont wanna play dissection or mind control then what else is there

Stanford era Dean stumbling into bars after hunts all fluttering eyelashes and covered in blood and getting a drink on the house and some napkins because he's clearly had a 'rough night' not even knowing that two states away John is being denied access because 'we don't serve serial killers', it's pretty privilege

his swagless mental breakdowns this, his homoerotic patterns of grief that. what about HER grief-stricken moments of extremely poor decisionmaking? what about HER incredibly alarming isolation and trauma-driven life choices?!?!?!

teenage Sam in the early stages of his alpha presentation growling everytime John touches Dean or tells him what to do, getting into fights at school because his classmates won’t stop talking about how pretty his big brother is, unconsciously scenting Dean every time he sees him, not listening to anything John says and ready to get in a screaming match with him at the drop of a hat. So full of restless energy and anger and stubbornness and possessiveness and all of his overwhelming instincts he doesn’t know what to do with

[so horny my eyes are defocusing] maybe i ccould be your sword

sam. you btich.

Don’t make your younger self into your own dead wife.

Don’t make your older self into a husband you resent. Idk

girls in my bo class taking lictures and being like "omg tumblr core 2016 tumblr" while im literally scrolling on tumblr

Call me old fashioned, but I think the president saying "a whole civilization will die tonight" is the part where he should be deposed immediately.