#samandean

One of the days when this scene was filmed Jason Fisher tagged me in the QOTD/Song of the Days. Now I’m just sobbing thinking about these lyrics and Sam and Also Dean’s confession that when he went to Stanford to pick up Sam he sat outside his dorm for hours scared he would be rejected 😭😭😭💔 I WAS ATTACKED!!!

My dash did a thing

This bitch is going on a Supernatural rant motherfuckers.

So I've been holding back for a while but the dam has finally broken and it's time to let the floods crash through.

Does anybody remember when Supernatural was Sam and Dean Winchester, just the two of them against the world? Sure they had the occasional help from Jo and Ellen, or Ash, or Bobby. But they weren't cure-alls like so many of their current "allies", like Rowena who is now the queen of hell (like what the fuck?!) Or Crowley up until a couple years ago. And even Cas. This isnt to say that I don't like the aforementioned characters, because I do. Quite a bit, usually. But come on. Back before any of them even entered the scene, which would have been the first three seasons, the boys pretty much had to solve their own problems in their own time with nothing but their own resources and some help from Jo, Ellen, and Bobby. Who are all dead. Fuck. And they were pretty damn good.

And sure, the Winchesters never had to face the darkness or the Archangel's apocalypse back then, but I'm pretty damn sure that our boys would have pulled through. Like they always do. Because they are the fucking Winchesters.

But this isn't even to discredit what Cas did to help them in the first apocalypse. In fact, I'm even okay with the fact that he was there to help. And of course before that, when he "gripped Dean tight and raised him from perdition", but even back then, it still felt like Sam and Dean Winchester, up against the world. Just them.

And it's like season eight, which I think we can all agree was one of the most boring seasons ever to air, was the last season where just Sam and Dean were enough. Sure there was some Cas and Dean moments, quite a few, but it still was focused on the two actual main characters at least. Focused on the fact that even if each other was all they had, then they had exactly what they needed.

Then I swear to God seasons 9-11 killed the shit out of me because am I the only one who realized how much it lacked in Sam & Dean brotherly content?? And them working together to fix things? They were practically hiding one thing or another from one or the other the entire damn time. And therefore they were pissed at each other a lot too.

Anyways then season 12 where their mom came back and acted like a total asshole by abandoning them right after she came back to life. Don't get me started on Mary Winchester. I don't care what anybody thinks, I hate that selfish bitch.

And now onto season 15 cuz im not even covering 13 and 14 right now.

Season 15.

Ah. What can I say? We've had a few Sam/Dean broments. Not many. Nothing too deep. Nothing too long.

And is it just me, or or does it seem like, at the heart of this story, aside from the fact that they're now trying to trap God, are Dean and Castiel. They're mad at each other. But they're still the focus. Cas and Dean. Well I'm sick of Cas and Dean. Sick sick sick of them. I'm not sick of Dean. Hell, I'm not even too sick of Cas. But their stupid broken bromance? Literally making me sick. I want Sam and Dean back. I want it to be Sam and Dean working together to defeat Chuck. Not Sam being kidnapped by him whilst Dean and Cas go to Purgatory to pick fucking flowers. FLOWERS. Could you get more gay? It's like this show is getting as close to making Destiel canon as it possibly can without actually doing it. I don't ship Destiel. I hate Destiel. I'm sick and tired of Destiel. I remember when Sam and Dean were what everybody loved about Supernatural, why they all watched it. When their being brothers and willing to sacrifice everything for each other was the heart of the show. Now it's like all I hear about is Destiel. I swear to God 85% of fanfic is Destiel. "OMG maybe now that season 15 is almost over they're gonna make Destiel canon!" "Maybe Sam will die at the end and Dean and Cas can finally get married!" Fuck Destiel. Fuck Destiel to Hell. The fact that Destiel is literally in my phone's dictionary and every time I write Destiel it's not automatically correcting it to Destiny or something is infuriating me. Why does my phone think Destiel is a word?

Fuck Destiel.

I know I'm not alone in this. I want this last season to be like the first few seasons, just Sam and Dean working TOGETHER to fix everything. I just want to feel like it's still about them, not about Dean & Cas and Sam & Eileen, but them. Sam and Dean. Where as long as they have each other, no body and nothing else really matter. Because they don't need anybody else. Not Cas, not Mom, not Eileen. They only need each other. Just like they always have.

I swear to God if the last episodes of season 15 don't give me what the fuck I need I don't think I want to even imagine what I'm gonna do...

Because this ⬇️⬇️ is why I love Supernatural

why was kneeling ? he was walking just seconds before.

the snow was making his clothes wet. or was it because of the blood?

he doesn't know. maybe his brother will know. but he's not there. where is he? he should be here, by his side, like always. so he'll have to find him. then ask him.

ask him what? he doesn't remember. he just want to find his brother.

why is it so cold ?

he's still on his knees. if he want to find him, he had to get up. he can't get up. why? maybe because of the blood.

he had to find his brother. he had to he had to he had to.

the creature took him. in the forest, higher in the mountain. he had to go in the forest, had to follow the traces.

he had to find his brother.

he get up. it took ages. or minutes.

he's standing. everything's turning. he walks. where? the forest. his brother is in the forest.

he walks. he has a blade in his hands. right. to kill the creature. beheading it. he's in the forest.

scream. someone's screaming. he knows the voice. it's screaming his name. his brother.

follow the voice follow the voice. find him find him. save him.

there's less snow under the trees. it's pretty. there's blood on the ground. he walks with it. a scream. he sees a shadow. his brother? no. it's too tall and ugly for his brother. the ungly thing, the creature, runs toward him. he's gonna die. the blade in his hands. use it.

the creature is on the ground, in two parts. it's dead. the blade is bloody.

there's so much blood everywere. on the ground, on the blade. on him. maybe the color of the blood is nice, but it's not supposed to be there. why is it outside his body? it should be in his veins.

he finally found his brother, he could ask him now.

why is he on his knees again? he droped the blade. he had to keep the blade. without it he's in danger. but the creature's dead. he's not in danger anymore, right?

and dean's here. he found dean. he's the one who called his name. where is dean? he should be here.

warm. warm hands. on his cheeks. a voice. a sweet, shaky voice. he likes the voice.

"sammy. sammy open your eyes. please. for me."

his eyes are closed? oh. he opens them.

green green green eyes in front of him. he likes those eyes.

"found you dean."

dean smiles. he loves this smile.

"yeah. yeah you did. you saved my ass. now we have to get up, okay ? can you get up?"

he wants to answers but he's too tired to talk. but it doesn't matter, he's standing now. why? dean helped him. dean's strong.

"okay, let's go sasquatche. c'mon."

dean is suporting him and they walk and it's cold. he just wants to sit and sleep and be in his brother's arms. but dean is talking to him, and he wants to listen, because he likes dean's voice, it always calms him, and dean's voice is a sacred thing. so he listens. stay awake. and walk walk walk.

"here we are, we did it sammy."

he's sitting. it's comfortable. he smells leather and blood and gunpowder. he's in the impala, he's home.

a sound. the motor. dean's driving. he feels heat.

"it's okay sammy, we're fine. we're okay."

and dean keeps talking and sam listens to him. and he has the impression that he can finally breath.

they're safe. the hunt's over. they're going back to the motel.

together.

moon and sun.

warm and cold.

empty and broken.

knife and colt.

horns and wings.

hoody and leather.

journal and car.

smart and sarcasm.

dimples and smirk.

young and old.

bruises and scars.

innocent and mindful.

faith and alcohol.

silence and scream.

coffee and beer.

books and guns.

brown and blond.

freemind and soldier

blood and mark

hallucination and nightmare.

asylum and prison.

hamburger and salad.

cage and pit.

tall and small.

moles and freckles.

hazel and green.