عيدكم سعيد ومُبارك وكل عام وأنتم بخير، آمل أن تصبح أياكم كلها أعياد.

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عيدكم سعيد ومُبارك وكل عام وأنتم بخير، آمل أن تصبح أياكم كلها أعياد.
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اسرقني من أفكاري لبعض الوقت بحكاية او فضفضة، شاركني مثلا قصيدة أو أغنية، فيلمًا أبهرك أو كتابًا غرقت فيه ونجوت بأعجوبة، أسرد عليّ تلك الأشياء التي تعرفها ولا يعرفها أحد.. أعدك أن انصت بنهم ♥️ :)
8:15 pm
Sam finally comes out of the bathroom. His eyes are red but his face is dry. Dean was sitting on the floor, his back against the bathroom door, so he falls into the room and Sam can’t help but laugh. He helps Dean up, as he grabs his side and they both limp their way to the bed. Sam laughs again.
“I’m sure we look awesome right now.” He pushes a stray lock of hair from his face and Dean wishes it was his hand doing that.
They sit on the bed together and Sam looks around. His words are critical.
“Where did Dad go?”
Dean sighs. “He went back.”
Sam stands so quickly he cringes and calls out in pain, sitting back down.
“Back? To that place they had me? He’s the one that sent them to get me so I could somehow get some fucking witchy shit and now he just goes and - and I got all beat up because of him - and now he just - what the hell, Dean?”
“Sam, calm down, okay? Listen to me. Take some deep breaths, baby, ok?”
Sam turns at the word “baby” and his anger is immediately diffused. He listens.
“Yeah, Dad thought he could use you to get inside. He thought he was ready. Sam, he just fucked up, he didn’t try to sell you or anything. Witches are bitches Sammy. They fucked him over. Don’t blame him. He’s going back because.” Dean pauses, knowing what his next sentence will do to his brother. “- because there’s another witch he didn’t know about. He’ll be…”
Sam’s face loses all color. .“..coming for me.” Sam says and nods.
I could stare at the sky forever
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With tired eyes
I listen to the sounds
and stare up at the sky
Waiting
.
With a hollow heart
I try to fill the void
with things, people, noise
Still left empty
when my head hits the pillow
.
No one is there
to say it will be okay
.
Because all the voices are quiet
And everyone real has left
.
from the medicated lapses in time
from all the unmedicated moments
of harsh reality
Haha, just noticed adult Henry’s apartment # while looking at a gifset… Wonder what other cute throwback touches I missed in the season finale. I may just have to take another look :-)
My deep desire to be truly known comes from my inability to truly know myself