#hey dean

[bymcr]

Mikey Way || WWWY2

[xofemeraldstars]

[arc-sunsymbols]

dean: hey sam

sam: 

[bidean-byedean]

“Ignoring your trauma doesn’t make you healthy”

“Sure it does”

“It feels like Jack is hiding something”

*Camera moves out to a wider shot of Dean, his jaw clenches*

“He just needs some time... some space.... it’s the only thing that works”

[minorkeepsakes]

Some Consequence Yet Hanging in the Stars

(dean/cas, 1,867 words)

Wheels have been set in motion, and they have their own pace, to which we are condemned. Each move is dictated by the previous one - that is the meaning of order. If we start being arbitrary it'll just be a shambles: at least, let us hope so.

                       -Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, Tom Stoppard

Sam once called you a romantic underachiever. You can find a warm body to fuck without much effort, but the idea of trying to make something lasting? Something meaningful? For a long time now, you’ve been of the mind that you can’t fail if you never try. You can’t be rejected if you never apply for the job in the first place. But Chuck thinks he can predict your every move, so you get this stupid idea in your head about doing things you normally wouldn’t do. Like finally working up the courage to slip your hand into Cas’s the night you come back from Purgatory together, driving to a casino in Milford, Nebraska, while a soft winter rain falls down on the road ahead of you.

Maybe you’re really just trying to convince yourself you’re not a robot. That every move you make isn’t based on this damaged version of yourself that Chuck’s been trying to program into you since day one. Maybe you’re just desperate for a little reassurance that you’re capable of something more than what’s expected of you.

“Is this… okay?” you ask, even though Cas is already lacing his fingers with yours. You glance over at him in the passenger seat and his eyes are wide with wonder and he’s smiling just a little.

“It’s okay, Dean,” he says. But it feels like he means more than just you holding his hand. It feels like he’s holding your heart. It’s okay.

The wipers squeak slowly across the dark windshield and you try to slow your breathing to the same steady rhythm.

(read the rest on AO3)

[greatbigbagoftricks]

@godforsakenthing

“Yeah, stole that one off some kid called Isaac.”

Scrawny little thing, mud on his jeans and sleeves too long, rolled up past his elbows into thick lumps of fabric. Talked about Dean like he hung the goddamn moon.

“Said you’d laugh.”

[crispy-mister]

Look at this bean @punks-and-rec he’s the cutest boi in the whole world and I love him with all my heart and he's the best thing that's ever happened to me and I’m gonna marry the heck out of him in a few years and I just want you all to appreciate how cute he is okay thank you goodbye

[sosaysdean]

"fuck off."

oh hi it’s dean