#dying!dean

[dailywincestspam]

Dean: I’m fading pretty- I’m fading pretty quick, so... Angry Person: SEveN minutes is not  “fading pretty quick,” You CoDepEnDenT BrOThEr FrEaK! Me: *covers up their mouth* No. No, let the dying man speak his truth. (around seven minutes later) Dean: I love you so much. My baby brother.

[themaryjowinchester-blog]

Dead on Arrival

MaryJo knocked on her parents bedroom door, pushing it open slowly. "Dad?" She called, looking into the room. Everything looked normal. Bed made, no mess, window open. She took a step into the room, looking around, until she saw the bloody hand print on the edge of the white bed sheet. "Daddy?" She called out again, a little more panicked. She ran to the other side of the bed, to see her father laying on the floor, covered in his own blood. She screamed, running to his side and pulling him into her lap. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. "Daddy?" She asked, caressing his face.

[asquaredarkly]

My mom walked in as Dean was dying. Looked at her mess of a daughter and slowly walked out with her hands in front of her. She'll probably never walk through my door again.

[youshouldseetheotherdouche-blog]

I feel like absolute sick

so y'know what it's time for

DYING!DEAN BITCHES ;D

[ourwinchesterboys-blog]

There will never be a time when seeing this doesn't break my heart into a million tiny pieces.