Is there any weecest with just like the thirteen yr old Sam and like later seasons Dean strictly 
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Is there any weecest with just like the thirteen yr old Sam and like later seasons Dean strictly 
The first time Dean sees a dead body he think it looks peaceful, sleeping. Almost beautiful if it wasn’t an old lady with mold covering most of her body and a horrible sweet smell that reaches his nose before the thought could fully take root in his head. He was barely 10 a horrible age for these thoughts to run wild around him. The sick jolt he got the second time he saw one, the rot barley had taken over the face. No bugs or mites were trying to tear him apart. Still beautiful. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.
At that age he didn’t know what he was doing—what he wanted was wrong. All dean knew was that he wanted. A body can’t get up and leave him for weeks at a time.
This he doesn’t realize until he gets older. Images that bang around his skull of corpses broken, bloody and sometimes rotting so bad he could see the bones poking through. The smell….. Dean had gotten used to. He found it almost comforting. Hot and heavy, it would come up and surround him in a way nothing ever has before.
He was around 16 and a teenage ghost had been haunted her family. Dean had been the one to volunteer for the salt and burn like he always did. When he cracked the coffin open, saw her lying there completely still. Only months worth of decay and drying around her features, her brunette hair still feathered around her shoulders. He barely resisted the urge to crawl down into her ground with her, feel the stiffness with his own hands.
When John asks him what took so long he glances quickly down to his hands, wiping them in jeans hoping it doesn’t leave white marks.
Sometimes he looks at Sam while he’s sleeping. How his hair fans the pillow while his breath is even and light. Dean thinks he looks so beautiful, so peaceful. But a tiny, sick part of him wonders what he would like surrounded by white silk. Right hand over the left on his lap, in a permanent grey suit. If his cold body would bring him more comfort than the warm.
What season would it be most fucked up/ awesome to read for Dean adopt kidnap a kid during a hunt to like make Sam to stay with him.
I know Dean could care for a kid alone ok, but tell me he wouldn't use it as a excuse to make Sam come back after one of their bro break ups.
the intro to my bloody valentine was sooo good
Dean happens to come across a Supernatural fan website and sees someone call Sam his "brotherwife"
He spends a solid 10 minutes just staring at the computer (before realizing that that title is kinda accurate)