#biarodean

THEY ARE MY CHILDHOOD OMG. I used to get the ones with the 3 stories in ‘em for going on holiday and it was beautiful <3

Christmas is a quiet affair in the bunker. There’s a halfheartedly decorated Charlie Brown-esque tree in the dining room, sitting on the table with a few candy canes as decorations and a tinfoil star. Dean makes dinner, of course. It’s simple enough — a small chicken, mashed potatoes, buttery green beans. Cas helps by making a pecan pie for dessert, and Sam helps by washing the dishes to keep the kitchen clean while Dean and Cas work. The meal is warm and comfortable, and Cas is very proud of his work, since he’s practiced and practiced to get the pie recipe right. Dean gives him rave reviews on it.

Other than that, it’s simply soft. Quiet. Understated. There’s no lights, no decor, no mistletoe. Well, there is a sprig above Dean’s bed, but it’s dried up by now. They eat in silence, but it doesn’t feel awkward. It doesn’t need to be filled, it’s a perfect, wonderful, human silence. They clean up and shower and huddle in Sam’s room to watch movies — How The Grinch Stole Christmas, The Polar Express, Rudolph the Rednose Reindeer, A Christmas Story and the like. Occasionally, someone laughs at a funny bit, or sighs softly at a sad moment, but other than that, they just cuddle and keep their eyes on the screen. After Dean starts to nod off, stuffed from dinner, Sam and Cas switch off the TV. Dean protests weakly, but the other two men shush him and he gives up. He sandwiches himself between Sam and Cas, and Sam reaches over to turn off the lamp.

They lie for a while, whispering and laughing, about dinner, the rest of the day, something from a movie. Dean falls asleep relatively quickly, so Sam and Cas stay up for a while longer, watching Dean sleep, talking to each other about nothing in particular. They soon fall asleep too, and yeah, maybe Christmas wasn’t so bad this year.

AAHHHHHHHH ISOBEL THANK YOU SO MUCH

THIS IS SO GREAT AND I LOVE IT

I wrote a thing. A crossover type thing with The Polar Express.

Sam had always known that Christmas wasn’t for them. They’d tried- Dean had tried- but the holiday always fell flat. There wasn’t a Santa anyway, all of the magic and wonder that the other kids seemed to see just... wasn’t there for him.

That was alright with Sam. There wasn’t time to be too terribly upset about it, what with all of the sacrifices and rituals and monster incidents occurring near the new year. 

He didn’t forget that it was Christmas Eve, he just wouldn’t let himself think about it. 

Sam sat bolt-upright when he heard what sounded like a train outside the hotel. It sounded like it was right outside, which was completely ridiculous considering that it was definitely the street that ran in front of the rundown motel.

He could see glaring lights, through the thin curtains across the window. He saw lights, and heard it again- the blaring, obvious train horn. His dad in the next bed over, and Dean just a few inches away, still slept soundly.

Carefully, Sam got out of bed and tugged on his worn-out sneakers. He grabbed Dean’s jacket, as well, since it was closer and he wasn’t sure why but something was pushing him to hurry.

Dean and his father still hadn’t woken up, so Sam wrenched the hotel room door open, in awe at the sight of the locomotive that was definitely, clearly there. 

The frigid air bit at his cheeks and through his thin, worn pajama pants, but he didn’t feel cold. He rushed forward.

He should have been afraid. Should have gotten Dean, or his father. He knew better than to accept something like this, knew better than to trust it.

Sam wanted out, though, and maybe this train would take him away. Maybe it wasn’t even about Christmas, or magic, or Santa, anymore. 

He looked up in awe at the impeccably-dressed man who stood at the join of the two closest cars. The man’s eyes were too blue to be plausibly real, and he wore a tan trench coat over a typical conductor’s uniform.

“Hello, Sam.” He said, and looked as though he was about to continue with his speech.

I AM ALWAYS A SLUT FOR ARO!DEAN TOO HELLO FRIEND

I’ve seen people arguing lately that him being aro devalues characters that are framed as “love interests” for him but- that’s honestly not how it works? Cassie or Lisa didn’t mean any less just because he wasn’t attracted to them romantically.

Watching those episodes, he never interacted with either of them like someone who was in love would. He loved Cassie, appreciated her, cared about her a hell of a lot but they interacted more like best friends, in my opinion. Like, friends with benefits isn’t quite right- he cared about her and valued her and appreciated her. And having sex? He definitely appreciated that. But he wouldn’t have ever settled down into a domestic happy married life with her even if he hadn’t left.

With Lisa- he tried, he really tried. To have the perfect domestic life. To do the wife and kid and suburban house thing. But... it was like he was pretending, doing what was expected to be happy in that situation rather than what he was really content with. Again- he likes sex. Loves it. He cared about her a lot and wanted her to be happy, but- Lisa always seemed to want more romance than Dean’s pretending could give her.

the weeknd is ch i ll 

i feel something over me,

on the ground i lay,

you and me in our playhouse,

snow falls, somehow,

crawling up my legs

(its 5am and chris and i are laughing really hard over this okay bye)

(behind bars - the wanted, time of dying - three days grace, bernadette - iamx, waste of time - mo and zombie girl - ghost town)