"But I knew him."

Favorite Sam & Dean moments per episode: 4x01 “Lazarus Rising“

Dean heard music playing softly in the distance as he came through the bunker door, beer and candy in his arms. He followed the melody through the corridors, listening to it slide smooth off the shiny tiles. It wasn’t anything he recognised, not that he was in the habit of delving to Sam’s music collection. Even if he could bring himself to master the sacrilegious iPod, He’d never acknowledge that Sam’s tastes were worth listening to. This tune was quite catchy, though. As he got closer to Sam’s room, he could make out a vocal, maybe a cello, and underneath the music, the sound of feet shuffling. Dean stopped dead at the open door, his shopping forgotten. Sam was dancing with a beautiful girl, a blissful expression on his face that Dean had never seen before. The  vocal cut in, rising over the swelling guitar and cello. and you can trust in the power of music

you can trust in the power of prayer

but it’s only the white of your knuckles

that’s keeping this plane in the air Another time Dean would have been proud his boy had found a girl (though he might have quibbled about bringing her into the Bunker) but the scene before him raised the hairs on the back of his neck. Because Dean could see right through the girl to the bones beneath, and the room was cold as Alaska.

The extra, untouched burger plate. [Mystery Spot] For Candi.

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[Sammy - Season 9]

Its been a very tough year for Sam and Dean. But as long as Dean keeps calling Sam, “Sammy” you feel like things will be okay. 

These trials… They’re purifying me.

Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #74

The five-hour drive home was the kind of final journey nobody would wish on their loved ones. Dean’s corpse fell against me a couple of times, the jostling movement forcing the last bit of blood from his nose and mouth onto his jacket. The stench of dry blood and sweat made me crack a window. And the blanket insisted on falling at every bump, leaving me in constant fear that someone would notice “the dead guy on the front seat” at every traffic stop.

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