lullabyjensen reblogged
#aesthetic: dean and cas roasting each other
“Sammy, you gotta get out of here before he comes back.”
Sam, listen to me. I made you a promise in that church. You and me. Come whatever. Well, hell, if this ain’t whatever. But you gotta let me in, man. You gotta let me help. There ain’t no me if there ain’t no you!
Jeez, if you’re not careful, you will have to waste me one day, Dean.
I don’t remember you. I’m sorry.
Hey, I’m bummed out too. But you are just a figment, okay? You’re--you’re subconscious junk my brain’s throwing up to distract me from getting back to reality.
Hello? Um. Please—please, don’t. Um. Okay. Okay, okay. How ‘bout…how ‘bout a lullaby?
The intonation that Jensen Dean uses while speaking these two lines is essentially the same, and I freakin’ love the way it sounds.
Dean, if there’s some rule that says this all has to be either-or...how about we break it?
About a week ago, I heard the angels talking. About you. What you did in hell. Dean, I know.
(requested by anon)