cage boy

20 he/him ⌖

[ppups]

[tankhall]

#working

[rotserah]

be dangerous. be dangerous like mama said.

[deansbambi]

antishippers being deeply into Supernatural is so funny to me because it's like... you're watching the incest show while complaining about people enjoying the incest in the incest show.

[carcosam]

dean’s phone gallery in early seasons

[normalbrothershow]

sam begrudgingly sucking deans dick in a grave

[rotserah]

100 followers… thank you i will have to celebrate by being extra gross for you all ^_^

[rotserah]

“I’m never going to love anyone but you, Cathy. I know it… I’ve got that kind of feeling… just us, always.”

Casually I’d laughed. “Don’t be silly, you know you don’t really love me in that way. And you don’t have to feel guilty, or ashamed. It was my fault, too. And we can pretend it never happened, and make sure it never happens again.”

“But Cathy…”

"If there were others for you and me, never, never would we feel this way for each other."

"But I want to feel this way about you, and it's too late for me to love or trust anyone else."

[rotserah]

everything john does for sam, everything he would do, and still, only dean occupies his teen-sweet mind.

he’s his father, he made him, he held him before dean even woke up from where he’d taken the waiting room chairs as a bed. he’s his. completely and utterly.

and he wants to complain that it isn’t fair. sam should jump into his arms when they get home from a hunt, still muddy and bloody, but it’s always dean. and life ain’t fair.

[cyclone-sam]

thinking about john and dean sexualizing sam behind his back. sam bends over a certain way and you can see a strip of his dimpled lower back. john subtly jerks his chin to point it out to dean

[loversofthegrave]

'Mallory to your Mickey, Bonnie to your Clyde.'

natural born killers 1994 / supernatural season 7 episode 6

[literalblood]

[beatle-hate-blog]

everything i touch turns in to incest porn

[rotserah]

new ink :)

[motelsnleatherseats]

[rotserah]

“That’s when it came over me in a cataclysmic flood—I loved Chris—and he was my brother. He made me whole, he gave me what I lacked, a stability when I would run off wild and frantic—and what a perfect way to strike back at Momma and the grandparents. God wouldn’t see. He’d closed His eyes to everything the day Jesus was put on the cross. But Daddy was up there, looking down, and I cringed in shame.”

[rotserah]

john knows. of course, he knows. he’s not so blind he can’t see what’s under his nose, in the bed across from his, in the backseat of his own damn car. but it would be easier if he didn’t, so he pretends. he misheard them playing, too rough the way they always were. he was too drunk to see things right, whiskey’ll do that to a man.

just—don’t ask, don’t tell. like a good marine.