Maybe I will start watching a little Dark Angel today. I’ll be honest with you, I really just wanna see Jensen Ackles kicking ass, taking names, and making out with people.
It’s the morning, and Sam walks into the main room with his bowl of cereal and the newspaper tucked under his arm. The sunlight streaming in from the small windows at the top of the ceiling is lighting the entire place up, and he sighs, content to have a lazy morning ahead of him.
He freezes, however, when he sees Dean and Cas are already sitting at the large wooden table. Castiel is a mess, his hair in disarray, dirty and sticking up every which way. He’s wearing one of Dean’s old shirts (which startled Sam the first time, but this is the 23rd occurrence , sits on his chair with his ankles crossed under it. There’s a steaming mug of coffee in his hands and he squints and glares at it like it is personally offending him.
You i’ve been going over this and over this… asking myself “why doesn’t he trust me?”. And it ocurred to me, finally. —It’s not you don’t trust me. It’s that you can only trust yourself.
It strikes me how one of the first things the boys say when the other is dying is “No.” As if somehow denying it will change the situation. There’s so much that they try to oppose - fate, destiny, plans, future, whatever - but the thing they most vehemently object to is the other’s death. And the fact that they’re looking right into the other’s eyes when they say it breaks my heart. It’s like they’re begging the other to do something, to be okay.
It’s probably one of the last things they both heard as they died.
Favorite spn-episodes: 05.11. Sam, Interrupted
“I mean, you’ve been at least half-crazy for a long time. Since you got back from Hell, or since before that. We’re in a mental hospital. Maybe, you’ve finally cracked! Maybe now, you’re really, for real, crazy!”