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Sam’s Perspective 12x12 Coda
So there are a lot of Codas out there..but I wanted to tell Sam’s side of the story. This is my first attempt at a Coda. I hope you like it! Be gentle! (750 words)
Dean reached his hand out. Sam did, too. They helped Cas up, who was still confused, stumbling, and dazed from what he had just suffered through.
“Let’s go home,” Dean had said, not taking his eyes off of Cas.
Mary drove the truck back while Sam drove the Impala. Dean and Cas sat in the back. Sam didn’t want either of them driving. Cas for obvious reasons, and Dean – well, Dean needed to be with Cas.
Sam stole a few quick glances in the rearview mirror and smiled. He knew it was now fact, that Cas was indeed family. Cas was laying back against Dean, his eyes closed, his body shaking, his breathing unsteady. Dean was holding him close. His back was to the door, both of their their legs stretched out in front of them across the length of the seat. Cas was sitting between Deans legs, his back resting aginst Deans chest. Dean’s left arm was around Cas, holding Cas’s left hand with his, their fingers entwined together. He rubbed his thumb back and forth across the back of Cas’s hand. His right hand was up, fingers carding through Cas’s hair, while Cas’s right hand rested on Dean’s knee. Dean was absent-mindedly kissing the back of Cas’s head, his own eyes staring off into the distance, out the other window, into the darkness. They just sat there, close together, Cas relaxing in Dean’s gentle embrace.
Sam noticed that Dean was saying words that he couldn’t hear, but he figured he didn’t need to know anyway. Hell, it took Cas practically dying for Dean to share this kind of emotion, this kind of feeling toward Cas. Sam let them have their moment and looked ahead again, driving into the darkness toward home.
When they finally arrived at the bunker an hour or so later, both Dean and Cas had fallen asleep. They looked so calm and at peace that Sam didn’t really want to wake them up, but he knew they needed to get Cas inside.
“Hey Dean, buddy, we’re home” Sam gently shook his brother’s shoulder. It took a few gentle shakes, but soon Dean blinked, looked down at Cas and smiled a smile that would have been undetectable by most, but Sam saw it, and behind Dean he smiled too.
“S’m?” Dean responded sleepily. “We home?”
“Yeah man, we’re home. Let’s get you two inside.” Sam’s voice was like that of a concerned father, and he sort of felt that way, in this moment.
Dean shook his head, “I’m fine man, I just fell asleep. Really, I jus – “ But Sam cut him off, his voice low and calm. It was the caring voice of a brother who understood.
“It’s ok, Dean. Cas almost died tonight. You’re allowed feelings.”
Dean just nodded, not really wanting to continue this conversation.
Sam helped Dean get Cas out of the car. He was able to walk, but was still so fragile and out of it, that they both had to help him get inside. Cas was still asleep, and completely exhausted from the events of the evening.
Sam didn’t need to ask where they were going to put him. He just walked alongside Dean, straight to the elder Winchester’s bedroom. And Sam didn’t say a word when they laid Cas down on Dean’s bed after removing his trench coat and tie. And he remained silent when Dean brushed a wisp of Cas’s hair back into place, caressing his face.
“Take good care of him, Dean,” Sam whispered as he backed out slowly, closing the door behind him. Dean hadn’t said a word to Sam the whole time, nor did he ever take his eyes off of Cas. He probably didn’t even notice Sam had left, or in fact, that he had even been there at all. To Dean, it was just him and his angel. The angel who loved him.
As the door clicked shut, Sam heard the whispered response coming from his shaken brother.
“I love you, too,”
Sam momentarily rested his eyes in his hand, wiping away the tears of joy and relief that he finally allowed himself to feel. He headed to the library to pour himself a drink. They were home, and everyone was safe. And Dean was going to take care of Cas.
No - they were finally going to take care of each other.
Sam knew then that his family was complete. What a day it had been. He sat alone in the library, letting the tears stream down his face, now that no one was there to see him. It was relief, it was happiness, it was exhaustion.
Sam took a deep shaky breath, speaking to an empty room and to no one in particular, “Finally.”
“Finally.”
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Every time Trump speaks he sounds like a student who not only didn’t do the reading but had the bad luck of being called on first by the professor so now they have no basis for their bullshitted answer and it’s painfully obvious they don’t know what the hell is going on
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hillary has studied politics her whole life, she’s so qualified and she’s going to lose the job to someone completely unqualified just because she’s a woman and he’s not. that’s america.
If you support Trump in any way, shape, or form, please kindly block me, unfollow me, and never speak to me ever again.
“I kind of felt like in 2016, to be cis and playing the role of a trans character, it felt inappropriate to me,” the singer says. The role went to OITNB actress Laverne Cox.
Ok, I hate posts that say “Why aren’t more people talking about this,” and this is the first time I’ve been tempted to make one. Because seriously – there are so many stories lately about cis men playing trans women, and so many people saying that any man who gets cast as a trans woman should turn down the role. SO, let’s talk about Adam Lambert, and how he did that. He was offered the lead role of Frank-n-Furter in the new Rocky Horror production and he turned it down. And then, the showrunners responded by a) casting Laverne Cox instead, and b) giving Lambert a different role in the show anyway. In the end, everybody did the right thing and everybody got something good out of it.
I know Rocky Horror in general is a pretty touchy subject, with people having both extremely positive and extremely negative experiences with it, but let’s still acknowledge that some things are going very, very right in this production.
what if instead of drops, rain fell all at once.
like, a two inch thick sheet of water just goes thwap, and then it’s sunny again
Fun fact: This is what would happen if there was no air resistance, and it would actually come down so fast that it would kill us
If you’re playing Pokèmon Go, you should definitely download an app called Charity Miles. You sign up, select a charity, and start walking. You earn money for the charity for the distance you walk.
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Scout: I wonder who's leaving us these gifts on Boo Radleys property outside Boo Radleys house in Boo Radleys tree right in front of Boo Radleys gate
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Scout: I bet it's miss Maudie
Because the first time I watched I was wondering where Cas was...
okay, Cas is alive, confirmed. I’m still mad at how it turned out however… all the build up was for nothing. What a disgrace to writing…
Bernie Sanders is energizing a new America.
But are y'all voting ?
But are y’all voting ?
Y'all gotta vote man. Reblogging and voting are two different things
SPN 11x20: Don’t Call Me Shurley
I still can’t get over Dean’s hand. Anything above the knee screams intimacy to me.
Of course Dean’s going to be unusually touchy-feely in a situation as grave as this one, but. The way it happens is what really gets me. Look at the first couple gifs. Dean’s touch is so casual, so unconscious. He isn’t even looking at Sam when he does it.
And here’s another big thing: the last two gifs aren’t cropped at all. Look at where Dean’s hand is. Centered, two-thirds of the way down the frame. It’s a visual focal point. His hand is well lit, and it really pops because the the rest of Dean’s body is fading into the fog.
So not only are we lucky enough to have Dean touching Sam’s thigh, but we are supposed to be focusing on it. I’m floored.