how about i stab you in the chest
There’s too much blood and they both know it. This is it. No more redos, no more reset buttons. Dean looks over at where Sam’s sprawled on the ground three feet away. He can barely breathe, ribs skewering his insides, and all he can taste is blood and bile. But he can still see Sammy. Even if Sam can’t see him.
His baby brother’s hazel eyes are slowing but surely glazing over.
Dean feels it coming, the dark, it’s eating away at the corners of his eyes and his mind. He searches for something to say, anything, everything in this last moment, but all he manages to cough out is one, final, single word.
Sam laughs and it’s wet, hacking, his last breath.
“Jerk,” he replies and they both know, sure as anything, that what they’re really saying is “I love you” and “See you soon.”
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I don’t know why I’m reblogging this… I feel horrible promoting cruelty… its like I’m spreading some disease that causes tears and massive holes in one’s chest
I fucking hate all of you
sometimes i wonder if there was a time when sam and dean forgot to put up a “do not disturb” sign and room service came into sam and dean’s room and saw all the pinned up pictures of murder victims and monsters and all that stuff, and she just kind of went
I was expecting this to be wincest but then it wasn’t and I just
the urls sound like sam and dean trying to one up each other
I love how we all just silently unanimously forgave Moriarty for Reichenbach
wELL AT LEAST HE DIDN’T PEE IN THE FIREPLACE
He even asked ‘may I?’ when he visited Sherlock damn he may be a mass murdering psychopath but he knows the importance of manners.
he didn’t charge Sherlock for the cab either what a darling
He also apologised at the swimming pool when he had to answer a call what an angel