#shipper!sam

Leaked video from the finale ,

The guys celebrated their victory against Chuck.

Dean and Cas drunk a little too much wine 👀

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*Edit started before 15.18, I spent countless hours in this to finish it despite not having much sleep and being a real mess , canon , I don’t know her, this is my finale unless they give me something better .

"This cas keeps looking at me weird"

"So kinda like the real cas"

[Read on AO3]

Prompt 1: Secretly Taking Pics of One Another Prompt 2: Fragile 

It starts slow. Or maybe it starts suddenly, in the bang of barn doors and a shower of sparks. But then it's slow, a sequence of tiny moments that put an ache into each of their chests. Dean understands first, no stranger to the feeling of longing. Cas, new to all of this, takes more time to recognize the yearning he feels. Each believes he is alone in his desire, in his pain, and each strives to hide these feelings from the other. They maintain their fragile equilibrium, unaware of the way they unconsciously match each other move for move.

Sam sees it all. He's the audience to their drawn-out dance as they circle each other in slow motion. He watches Dean snap a sneaky candid of Cas grinning at the screen while they're watching Scooby-Doo in the Dean Cave. Then three days later he sees Cas cop the same move while Dean's peacefully washing dishes after dinner.

It's crazy-making, and sometimes it frustrates him so much he almost vibrates with the drive to interfere. He wants to grab them and shake them by the necks. "How can you be so blind?" he'd yell. "He's in love with you!"

Cas: Sam, why do I need to wear this…

Sam: Cas, your trenchcoat had blood all over it. I put it in the wash.

Cas: Sam, you know I don’t have to wash…

Sam: Just wear the clothes.

Cas: But why Dean’s…?

Sam: It might help.

Cas: I don’t understand what this has to do with the case…

Sam: It’s for another one that I’m working on…frustratingly solo, I might add.

Dean: *coming down the stairs* Oh, you two’re back. Good, I…*halfway trips down the final step*

Cas: Dean…

Dean: *stares*

Sam: *smirks and clears his throat* I’m going to the library.

Dean: You’re a little shit. You know that?