#judeee

[cyrasophia]

IM HYPERVENTALATING LIKE HOW DOES ONE BREATHE WHEN JUDE, MY FUCKING CHILD, DECIDES HE WANTS TO SHOOT A FUCKING GUN

[animaxcontrita]

Jude leaned on the door frame of the motel room, having picked the lock. Sam was sleeping, his back turned to the door, body rising and falling softly in steady breaths. Dean was nowhere in sight. Jude walked over to the bed, sitting down on it carefully and brushing a fallen strand of hair from Sam's face. "Good evening, sleeping beauty..." he murmured, smiling down at the resting man. ~J

Sam twisted in the bed slowly, long body stretching out. The touch was faint, but enough that he made a noise in the back of his throat, appreciative, soft. 

The words were what stirred him from his slumber, deep and quiet. 

Dark sleep hazed eyes peered up, squinting, expecting to see no one but Dean or even some sort of supernatural being and instinctively his hand slid underneath the pillow as his large body lifted up, gripping the large machete knife he kept tucked away.

Only to come to a halt.

"....Jude......"

[sweetangel-zoey]

Los hombres de los libros.

Solo te dan expectativas que los hombres reales jamás podrán cumplir.