to the moon

“Did you get the lamb’s blood?” Sam hums, on his knees and reaching far back into the bottom shelf to grab a jar of dried herbs. His thin shirt slides up with the movement and suddenly Dean can see a strip of lacy, black panties poking out from his jeans. His brain turns to static. “Dean?” Sam questions, straightening up and turning to his brother in confusion. His eyes blow wide, “What the- Dean, you’re having a nosebleed!”

i have a disease where when i hear the classic song night moves by bob seger i hear sam winchester singing "out in the backseat of my brother's '67 chevy". and it's terminal

I’ve had tumblr for 4 years but some of you bitches have had it for a decade. It’s time to seek penance

wait I’m curious now . Reblog this with how long u’ve been on tumblr for. Dating back to ur oldest blog ever !!!

there are tuesdays happening that have never happened before