#11:37

[purewasteland]

fond early memory.

[goldenpinof]

how the night changes, or something

[moonchair]

🐰🪂

[bloopseventeen]

Vernon : hi i'm vernon

Seungkwan : hi vernon

Vernon : and i'm pretty..

Seungkwan : yeah

Vernon : pretty gay!

Seungkwan : (gasps)

[sadece-huzun]

Bizim buralar hep çukur 😀😃 mutlu huzurlu günler dilerim dost yürekler 💙

[glimmerofawesome]

[cyi-can-you-imagine]

11:37 am

“Sam? Sam, stop! Please!” Dean grabs his brother from behind, tries to pull him backward.

“Naaa!!!” Sam screeches. His hair is damp and sticks to his face. He doesn’t see that it’s his brother behind him and he continues attacking. He scratches not-Dean’s cheek, drawing blood. The shifter flops limply in Sam’s grip. He doesn’t react to the new wound.

“Not my brother! Not Dean!” Sam’s screeching now.

Dean finally pulls him off of the shifter’s body, pulling him back into his embrace, locking his knees around him, holding him close. The shifter drops heavily to the floor.

“Sammy! Sam, baby, stop.” Dean whispers in his ear. Soft, so no one would hear. “Baby, shhh. Please. Please Sammy. I’m here. You’re ok. I’m so sorry. I’m here now. Please baby.”

Sam struggles against him. 

“Dean’s dead. He’s dead. Dead. Dead. Dean’s dead...” Sam continues to mumble over and over. 

The shifter no longer a threat, Dean calls his Dad and Bobby to help him.

It’s an eventful ride back to Bobby’s.

[va-cios]

Eran las 11:37 de la noche y a pesar de estar ebria me bastó ver tu sonrisa para confirmarme del desastre que saldría de aquellos labios.

Chica Lunar (L.C)