Sorrow found me when I was young
Sorrow waited, sorrow won.
and it is the most important line ever spoken in the history of our series
if you don’t reblog this i am judging you
this is the very essence of our fandomit is our originsso reblog now
This is the moment that defined the show. Because it was supposed to be about two boys killing monsters and demons and episode by episode telling a short little action story. It was supposed to be about the tough, brawny big brother and the smart, more introverted little brother who ran away but the monsters were still out there. It was supposed to be a superhero story about winning and beating what’s in the dark. What we know is that everything it was supposed to be stayed only as “supposed to be”.
It’s a story about love, loss, and desperation. It’s about watching Dean’s eyes die as every season progresses. It’s about every time Sam suffers needlessly, every time he fails and every time he gets back up. It’s about how two brothers turned the world, heaven and hell, against them and about how they loved each other enough to sacrifice it five times over and still manage to save its sorry ass. It’s about the way they sing in their ‘67 impala at the top of their lungs. It’s about the times they’ve cried. It’s about driving down that tired road and classic rock and the feel of one another’s shoulderblades against their own, pistols out, surrounded by monsters. It’s hope and family and how that can include a winged tax collector in a trenchcoat, and a bearded old drunk who puts his own spin on “idiots”.
In this moment it’s family that has left and family that has been brought together. Two brothers crashing to the ground, one defiant against the darkness in and around him and one loyal to a fault with the faith of millions.
Dean’s going to open the pages of this book and tell you their story. He’s going to tell you everything.
Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days.
#this man is a battle-worn gun-toting master sergeant in the Marines #Despite never being a hunter he’s the type of bad ass who can pick up his gun and shoot his neighbor and keep going #there’s a reason why he is the only civilian to be out and about during the outbreak who managed to not get infected #he’s a bad ass #and here is this kid with pouty lips and pretty features and sarcasm up to his ears #who suddenly turns to him with such earnest ferocity and cold seriousness that he backs down #because he can see the battlefield in Dean’s eyes in this moment #and he knows what its like to have that brother-in-arms #and there is no doubt in his mind that he will get shot if he takes another step towards this kid-no. man’s brother
My name is Dean Winchester. I’m an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women.
Dean Winchester - Knight of Hell
prompt: “You stand red-handed. You want to wash yourself in earth, in rocks and grass What are you supposed to do with all this loss?” Margaret Atwood, poem excerpt from ”Down”
a sophisticated line of poetry i made up in alternating bold and italic… extra words for symmetry, pretentious latin done by google translate
(“ladies in suits make me sO heart eyes emoji” —kat, homer’s skypiad 2014) (“im callin u meredith now bc it sounds more like an old wife name” —something i actually said once)