816 // 820 - Sam and his history with women
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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what pisses me off about supernatural is that the change in sam’s hair is so gradual that you don’t even realize it like it starts out like this and he’s so adorable
and then all of a sudden it’s jUST
LIKE WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN
I DON’T REMEMBER THAT HAPPENING
what am i supposed to do?
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