even hell is holy

He and Jensen added several things that were meaningful to them, 

In the barn scene, the script originally said, “I can’t do it without you.” but they thought it could reflect the scene in the Pilot and changed it to “I can’t do this alone.” “Yes you can.” “Well, I don’t want to.”

Jared is the one who thought of Sam and Dean’s first words to each other in Heaven paralleling the first words they said to each other on screen in the Pilot

Jared wanted the parallel between Sam telling Dean “You can go now” and his son telling him the same thing when he dies

Sam wearing Dean’s watch (which Jared thought nobody had noticed)

Sam wearing his Pilot clothes when he joins Dean in Heaven was Jared’s idea

About Sam quitting hunting and living his life,

“Sam tried to live his life the way Dean would have wanted him to live his life”

Jared said that if Dean had came back years later and seen Sam was still hunting he would not have been happy and would have told him “Lay your weary head to rest”

Sam told his son about hunting and all. “He told him about his uncle and why he was named like that.” The son wanted to get the tattoo.

On script changes due to Covid, 

There were supposed to be several other characters of Dean’s past when he reaches Heaven.

Jared said it’s a happy accident in terms of story-telling that there was no one else but Sam and Dean, since it started with Sam and Dean.

Who would Sam want to see in Heaven,

“Dean, obviously.” Jared paused to think for some time there. “Bobby, Mom, Sully.” 

“Sam’s Heaven is mostly Dean.” 

“Sam’s happiest moment was when he made that commitment to get back on the road with his brother.”

Supernatural began as the story of two guys who wanted to do some good, and will end as the story of two guys who did a whole lot of it. 

(the one with the pining!wincest, if you remember it) 

I think you can read this one alone, but, yeah. Might make more sense if you’ve read the first parts.Xx-Ninni

They’re still in the car when it’s two am, and Dean’s given up on trying to find a motel for the night. He feels the fatigue in his bones, and as he pulls over, he speaks for the first time in hours.

“We gotta sleep in the car, I need some eyeshut.”

Sam clears his throat. “Yeah,” he agrees. “Yeah, me too.”

The silence that stretches between them again as Sam settles in the backseat, and Dean in the front, is much more profound without the engine running; without the soft roaring of the car speeding through the night.

Dean can hear Sam’s soft breathing in the backseat, steady and calm. He’s almost fallen asleep when Sam asks a question into the night that makes Dean’s entire insides freeze and his eyes screw shut tightly.  

“Who is it?”

Dean is too tired, of everything, to pretend like he doesn’t know what Sam means. He just begs, quietly, “Sam, don’t.”

“Come on, who is it you’re still in love with?” Sam sounds annoyed, and it tears at something inside Dean; it tears at the carefully constructed barrier he’s had many years to build within himself to keep the truth from clawing its way out of his mouth and ruin everything.

“I said fucking don’t,” Dean snarls as he gets out from the impala, slamming the car door shut.

His heart pounds like he’s run for miles, and he feels everything spiral out of control when Sam follows him out of the car.

“What the hell is going on, Dean?” Sam half-shouts, his arms exasperated in the air. “Why can’t you just tell me?”

And just like that, in the middle of nowhere, Dean’s neat barrier crumbles.

He lounges himself at Sam and fists the collar of his jacket as he pushes them both up against the side of the car. “I can’t tell you because he wore a castoff Led Zep tee,” Dean growls slowly, “And he’d just wasted his first vamp, and he fucking glowed. Because I fell in love with him in the backseat of this damn car when I was eighteen years old, and ever since that day, I’ve hated myself.”

Something drops from Sam’s face; the annoyance fades from his moonlit face and is replaced with a look of something Dean is too terrified to define, and his chest aches.

Sam’s fingers dig into Dean’s upper arms, and for a moment, everything is perfectly still. The faint rustling of the wind through the forest surrounding the highway seems to falter, and even the soft breeze around them settles.

Dean can only assume it’s the calm before the storm, and he closes his eyes.

He waits for his world to end.  

“Dean,” Sam whispers, “Look at me.”

Sam’s eyes are shiny, and his hand is very warm when he gently cups Dean’s face. “Dean,” he whispers again. “Dean, me too.”

“Don’t you do that,” Dean begs, his throat thick with distress. “Even if you hate me, please, don’t do that.”

Sam’s fingers gently curl behind his nape, and suddenly Dean can feel Sam’s breath against his mouth; damp and hot. “I was so jealous,” Sam breathes. “When you told me. That you were in love. I felt like I needed to kill them, Dean I swear, I was gonna do it. I love you, I’ve always loved you.”

Dean gasps softly, because a strong arm encircles his waist and he’s suddenly flush against Sam, who’s warm and lovely under Dean’s palms.

“Please,” Dean begs. He’s not even sure what he’s asking for; but when Sam kisses him, he knows.

He asked for this, for Sam’s hot lips against his; for their keening noises mingling together as they kiss up against the car, for Sam’s arms around him.

Dean feels Sam’s heart race beneath his fingertips, and he thinks, perhaps my world doesn’t end like this.

Sam flinches before he snaps: “I don’t! I, this, what we have – it’s too fucking messed up, Dean, don’t you get that? I never wanted things to go this far between us, it needs to stop.”

Dean’s eyes are wide and glittering in the harsh lightning of the motel room. “God,” he whispers, “God, I’m so sorry Sammy. I never meant to – I thought. All those things you said, I thought you wanted this. We can stop, of course we can stop, but Sammy, please don’t leave!”

“I want to,” Sam tells him dispassionately. “I need. I need to get away from you, Dean.”

Dean’s eyes are brimming with tears when he takes a step towards Sam. “Please,” he begs. “Sammy.”

“Don’t,” Sam says, his voice all ice, “Come near me.”

Sam leaves Dean alone beneath the ugly florescent light of the motel room.

When he reaches the parking lot, John is there; leaning against the impala. His hands are shoved into his pockets, and he regards Sam with a blank expression.

“Did you do as I say?” John asks shortly. “Did you end it?”

Sam’s face is wet with tears. “Yeah,” he confirms, his chest thick and aching with guilt. “Just please dad, please don’t punish him.”

John’s face is dark. “I won’t,” he says stonily. “If you leave.”

Wincest AU: Dean’s always known how Sam felt about him but he’s never told Sam how he felt. Not until now.