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[samwchster]

@diedinomaha​ asked:  we walk in the dark. doesn’t mean we have to walk in it alone. 

“You are right. No one who does what we do and who goes through what we do, should walk this path alone, but most of the times, I need to remind myself that it would be better if I do.” Sam shrugs is shoulders. His expression can only be read as something between slight defeat and lingering hope, which, are usually two feelings that blend very well together in his head. 

“But then sometimes I look back and I think of everyone that died to help me and my brother; everyone who died because we got them into this messy life of ours; the people who died because I couldn’t accept reality or because I wanted to run away. I can’t count all the people I screwed over and I know they don’t blame me or us, but I do. I know Dean does as well even if he doesn’t say it. I just want to stop dragging people into my messes, I just want to feel like I can still save people and honestly, I haven’t felt that in a while.”

[maxbxnes]

@diedinomaha​ asked:  we shouldn’t throw caution to the wind. 

“Ya think?!” he barks the words at her in between breaths. There is a half-mutilated thing on the ground and they are in the middle of the woods, staring at it. Between thinking whether they should just burn the bastard or leave it there for whoever to find later, Max is way more worried about what could have potentially killed it.

“This doesn’t look like a hunter kill, this was something else and we might as well be in that something’s path, so... ideas?”

[maxbxnes]

@diedinomaha asked:  ‘ I can’t high-five that! no matter how badly I want to. ’ (from the last meme weekend)

“I am appalled” he quips, overly dramatic. Yet, his expression remains the same, deadpan. Safe for the sweat dripping from his forehead and the laboured breath that clearly tell he’s tired, he’s keeping his cool. No one ever said digging graves was an easy task and he’s been working hard on both the digging and the telling of his best ghost jokes. Needless to say, his dark humour added all the flavor those stories needed. “You’re one tough customer, miss.” he shakes his head and goes back to work until the shovel hits wood. Finally. It doesn’t take him long to break the top so he can check if the bones are inside. “Oh look, Mrs. Fraser is home,” he tells the girl, even if she can see the same he’s seeing “She's in need of some seasoning, so I’ll let you do the honors before we roast her.”

[samwchster]

@diedinomaha​ asked:  ‘ that’s what I wrote? that’s meaningless. ’

Sam can’t help it but find the girl endearing. She almost makes him think of Cas when the angel had no clue about the human world and everything seemed weird. He has been keeping an eye on her, noticing how she kept nodding off, in and out of conscious. That should have been the sign for him to call it a day, but he only spoke once she came to the third time around. He can only chuckle at her reaction, really. 

“Well, that’s called a ‘keysmash’,” he tells her as he peeks into what she’d type with mostly her elbows. “You’re tired. We should do this tomorrow.”