#didnotbreak

The look in John’s eye, voice laced with authority. Yes sir lingers on the tip of his tongue, instinct of old habits long outgrown. ❝ No. ❞ Chin tilts up, face set. ❝ No, Dad. ❞ Sam repeats with finality, his own voice building. ❝ I’m not just some idiot kid anymore– you can’t order me around. Look-- you might not like what I have to say, but you’re going to listen to me for once, dammit. ❞

“What do you use to cut a Roman Emperors hair? Ceasers.” Excuse him he’s actually crying from laughter saying the punch line. Ceasers.

@didnotbreak​ saw the second horseman coming !

               “Can’t ever get a motel room with a kitchen in it?”

dean was cleaning their weapons after the hunt when he began to have questions about the creatures they’d encountered so far.  he thought he’d seen everything when he turned twenty and wrongly assumed that he was capable of working cases alone.  however, he had a lot to learn still, but at least he had his father to help him with that.          ‘  hey, dad?  ----  is there a way to kill a demon?  ’

“How many time you gonna forget before I can’t convince the boys any more?” Bobby snapped. “You can’t keep doin’ this, John. I don’t give a crap, but your kids do.”

man the confidence of this statement is amazing. I owe you a dollar for you time. thank you. <3

soft mumble into the halo of golden hair the winchester has seen himself content to bury his face against, scratch of stubble against her neck; claire doesn’t stop the way her mouth tugs into a lopsided smile. fond. one hand rose from where it’d been with the other over his arm, to curl and play softly in dark curls. it’d gotten longer than the so not marine regulation style it was usually in.   ❝ you don’t gotta forget if i’m here. ❞   a small, unspoken promise, in all of claire’s little familiarities. she meant it though. she’d stay as long as he needed her to.