two brothers fucking each other

this is a sideblog for me to store stuff

[schloezer]

I really love how Nacho sits in this shot with that expression on his face — literally caught between two fires, hating both of them — secretly wanting to get out of the drug business. And above him, glowing in red, the word exit

Beautiful.

[birdplushie]

it's just. how much kim and jimmy hate themselves, and how much they love each other, and kim thinking they'll be better off apart (together we're poison) but they're not really, are they, they're just running, they're just hiding, each of them a shadow of who they used to be, her so focused on not being bad that she loses sight of all the good she did and all the good she could still do, him letting go of any desire to help anyone but himself because he has finally lost everything and everyone that mattered. destroying themselves for nothing, to become nothing. she thinks breaking up with him is a good and necessary thing for the world, but it's really just a punishment for herself. not letting herself have the one person that makes her happy, like she threw away her job as an attorney, the one thing that made her happy, because she doesn't believe she deserves to be happy anymore

[bird-butch-moved]

my favorite little things about kim and jimmy's wedding:

- the fact that they have to be reminded by the officiant to face each other instead of him because they're both lawyers and are used to facing the judge's bench whenever they're in a courtroom

- the only person attending the proceedings is a guy who jimmy pays to do crimes for him because neither of them have any real friends. but also he's so invested he's like "Dude you Gotta get her a ring, i'll steal one for you right now" and "aren't you gonna go on a honeymoon??" and "at least let me take some damn pictures for you". love you huell

- them being like "teehee no we didn't do that teehee. we're Different" when asked about the rings and the officiant is just like. Okay.

- the officiant pausing in the middle of reading out the vows just to make a comment about kim not having a middle name??? who does this. and then kim and jimmy just silently laughing together about it like What is this guy's problem

- both of them being unable to stop smiling the entire time and then choking up before saying I Do despite how they've said a million times that it's Just A Legal Arrangement, Nothing Else

- "one more. one more." ^_^

[essektheylyss]

I understand the impulse to clown on Essek for walking around in Vasselheim with his recognizable voice with the Bright Queen's spearhead commander, and of course we could turn to the metatextual elements (the necessity of signposting the world for players on the part of the GM, the ease of using a familiar ally to introduce a relevant NPC and new point of contact) to dismiss this if we wanted, but I think it's more interesting—and funnier, as you'll see—to imagine this as simply an extension of the laws and logic that dictate the Mighty Nein as a narrative entity.

Fundamentally, the Mighty Nein within their campaign pursue personal and collective agency, often at the expense or in denial of political power. Where they do interact with more political forms of power, they evade its grasp upon them, most notably in their interactions with the war, but also while they engage with the Cerberus Assembly, the Cobalt Soul, and even the Revelry. The way they pursue agency, on the other hand, has far more to do with their own support of one another and their own individual power, especially where there is magic involved, and manifests in having the freedom to move and act as they wish in the world.

The culmination of this, as we know, is the mechanical ability in their final battle against Lucien and the Somnovem to manipulate the terrain of the battle map to their advantage with only imagination. At the same time, Jester and Caduceus can both call in free favors from their gods, one of whom is unlimited by the Divine Gate and in fact is far more governed by fey logic. Fjord has made three different divine pacts and is virtually unrestricted by any of them. Caleb's hallmark is an almost infinitely malleable home that almost literally seems to operate as a hammerspace, with a pinnacle dedicated to the potentiality of the universe, the application of which is one of his signature spells—against all odds successful in his initial goal, no longer fueled by guilt and grief, of bending reality to his will. It's narratively and thematically cogent that this be the calling card of the party as a whole.

The Mighty Nein are, in effect, dictated by Looney Tunes logic, and nothing else. They have been so successful in their pursuit of their own freedom that they no longer abide by the cosmic laws of Exandria, let alone the laws of physics or sense. So yes, from an external point of view, it does look exceedingly foolish for Essek to be traipsing around in Vasselheim under the Bright Queen's nose, but it's far more entertaining to argue that being a member of the Mighty Nein in fact simply confers the capability of ignoring the laws of reality without consequence when it's narratively convenient, characteristically interesting—or just really fucking funny.

[essektheylyss]

in conclusion

[imsorryimlate]

the thing is, ishmael is probably the only person in the whole world who’d share a bed with a stranger for convenience and come out of that experience concluding that they’re married. except not, because he somehow managed to find the only other person on earth who thinks that too, and they decided to just go for it. that’s divine intervention if i ever saw it

[classics-cocks-and-concoctions]

Queequeg being one of the most humane depictions of a POC in classic literature is

1. Really sad because he’s also riffed with stereotypes and really harmful depictions of native peoples

2. NOT TALKED ABOUT NEARLY ENOUGH???

In a genere cursed by racism, colorism and just a lack of diversity at all, a poc MAIN character portrayed in a good light is ??!(? HISTORICALLY SIGNIFICANT AND SUCH A FASCINATING THING that just gets completely ignored in academic spaces. Like almost every essay iv seen barely acknowledges Queequeg’s contribution to the story and his existence as a character at all

[ruinedsam]

If late seasons!Dean was deaged to stanford era!Dean, he would lose his shit. There's his baby brother, all big and grown up, telling Dean almost casually that they've been hunting together for 10+ years. No Stanford, no girlfriend/wife, no apple pie life, just the two of them together, hunting, and they even have a cool home base. That's all he ever wanted and he can barely believe he got it. He tries to play it cool, making stupid jokes, but he’s really transparent, staring at Sam with heart eyes.

[ruinedsam]

If someone writes this I will love them forever

[dyed-red]

I look forward to your undying love and devotion, @weirdchesters​

Downtime with the Darkness on the loose means research and easy-cases, wins on the board and an easy step between them. There’s so much that comes easy between them, these days. Sam can hardly believe it but he knows how hard it was earned.

He smiles privately to himself, wanders toward the open storage room door where Dean was supposed to be checking through their ancient weapons archive for anything that might help against Amara, calls ahead of himself,

“Horror movie marathon tonight? It’s a full moon so I think they’re showing your - “ rounds the corner and his eyes go wide, “...favorites.”

Dean is there in the storeroom, flannel loose on his shoulders, black tee and jeans sitting wrong and unfitted on his skin, hair wild and eyes confused. His eyes are darting back and forth between a blade he’s holding and the room around him, the cabinets and the desk littered with items and the stone walls, but they land on Sam and go wider, more frantic. Catalogue his face and body and hair all as Sam is cataloguing his -- the dewey set to his eyes, lips, unlined tanned face and baby soft expression. Jesus. He’s gotta be - 

“What the hell did you do to yourself?” Sam laughs, can’t help it, steps into the room. “What is this, another Hansel and Gretel thing? You’re a baby.”

“Shut up,” Dean says on cue, almost too much acid in it, stumbles a step back and Sam stops, hesitates. He cocks his head as Dean rubs his hand on the back of his neck, throws furtive glances at him. 

No way.

“How old are you?”

“How old are you?” Dean shoots back, seems to realize how petulant he sounds. “I mean,” his eyes shoot over Sam’s face. “Whatever. I’m thirty...five.”

“Seven,” Sam corrects automatically, stomach plummeting. “You don’t have your memories.”

“You’re thirty three?” 

“Jesus, Dean.” Sam enters more fully and Dean’s eyes go wide in alarm again. “How old are you now? Twenty-six?”

Dean clears his throat and Sam stops three paces from him. He’s still holding that blade, wide out to his side, and looks like a halfway tamed animal, all feral panic meeting a human who might treat it kindly.

“Twenty-four,” he corrects and it’s Sam’s turn to tense, to inhale sharply. His eyes shoot over Dean’s face, every peak and valley, the slightly too-long cast to his hair, slightly too-lean angles to his cheeks. God. He’s - 

“Dean,” he breathes, something like wonder. Swallows his next words back so they don’t freak Dean out. Dean, who is staring at him in equal parts fear and naked yearning, too young to disguise it yet, how much he misses - 

“Sam.” Almost like a question, like the giant he’s looking at with the long hair and lines on his face and baby-brother voice can’t be Sam, and he laughs and takes the final step and throws his arms around Dean, even though they don’t do that, and it’s a testament to how much Dean must miss him that he lets him.

-

The strange old version of Sam dislodges from Dean quick, holds him by both shoulders to look at his face with such a huge grin and watery eyes that Dean becomes uncomfortable, shrugs out and away from the attention fast, pushes away.

“Dude. What - what is...?”

“Yeah, what the hell did you do to de-age yourself?”

Is that what this is? Dean’s feeling a little untethered. “We ruling out time-travel?”

“Yeah,” Sam says -- because that’s Sam. Christ alive, that’s Sam? -- distractedly almost, long fingers rifling over the desk, little labels and notes there. “Which one of these... ” He holds up a label on a string, scans it. Dean edges toward the door, glancing up and around him. Underground, he’s pretty sure, old stone, low breeze. Sam swears in his periphery and Dean almost jumps.

“What?”

“You - “ Sam whips around, seems to sigh upon seeing him, wind out of his sails. He’s so - he moves so fast. His face is harder to read, more open and controlled at once. He has little lines, just starting, and he’s longer, more mature. All that baby fat is gone, all boyishness. His nose is as pointy as ever; his voice is deeper than ever.

And that fucking hair.

“I what?” Dean asks. “Am dressed like a lumberjack?” He looks down at himself, the flannel and workboots. There’s a decided lack of something in the center of his chest and he does a double-take. “Where’s my - “

“You’re stuck like this for two weeks.”

-

Sam drags Dean to the library to explain. The library. Where the hell are they that there is an underground library, and holy crap why is it so big and fancy? He sits Dean down and starts pulling out books and spitting off lore like he’s an encyclopedia, something about the blade he plucked from Dean’s fingers and how a cut from it will revert the afflicted to ‘an age of vulnerability’ whatever the fuck that means, and it’s apparently some really old, really nasty spellwork that borders on a curse and Dean -- older Dean -- was apparently an idiot and a few other choice words for testing the steel on his own skin. 

Dean resents that, tells Sam where to shove it. Sam. Who is here.

There’s a squirmy feeling in his stomach and he looks away. Exhales. Sam is older, more than ten years older. Thirteen years. And Sam is... here. Where is here?

“No way to break it?”

“Not in the lore,” Sam frowns at a book. Such a fucking geek. Sam looks at him in annoyance and snaps the book shut and Dean realizes he said it out loud. “Two weeks, Dean.”

“Is that so bad?”

Frazzled, now, and Sam shakes his head and all that mane of hair shakes with it. “No it’s -- it’s just dangerous. With Amara. Who - never mind, let’s not get into it. I’ll just call Cas to let him know - “

“Who’s Cas?”

“A friend.” Sam frowns when it appears to go to voicemail and Dean stands up, had enough of this. 

“C’mon man, I’m - you’re killing me here. Where the hell am I? Who are these people? And how - you’re... what are you doing here?”

The look Sam gives him is pained and Dean’s stomach and chest clutch. Okay, Sam’s here. And maybe it’s not permanent or maybe it’s - maybe this is a weekend hobby thing. Hell, that’s a lot better than Dean could have asked for. Or maybe this is Sam’s digs - maybe Dean dropped in on him and they’re in the basement of some university library and that’s what was up with the archives and shit this would make sense. Maybe Dean’s just gone and fucked up Sam’s life asking for help from his smart, normal little brother and Sam’s pissed he’s gonna have to deal with him for two whole weeks and Dean’s suddenly sure, suddenly ready to swallow his tongue.

“Look I - I can get out of your hair if you need. I’m twenty-four, not fourteen, y’know? Just grab me some wheels and I’ll be - y’know I’ll see you in two weeks, it’s not like you gotta babysit.”

Sam’s eyes go wide wide wide and he’s shaking his head, eyebrows scrunched like Dean said something awful, did something awful and he’s gone and fucked it all up, hasn’t he? Shit, what is wrong with him?

“Dean,” pained as hell. “Dean, we - we live here. This is our - home. I’m not - I don’t want you to leave. I - never... want you to leave.”

There’s a rabbit-fast kicking in his chest, a sort of tremble in his hands that’s drowning out his ability to process those words, to replay them. Sam’s face is wide open on an expression Dean doesn’t think he’s ever seen, not since Sam was a teenager at least and dipped into perma-anger. It’s imploring and hurt and open and needy and Dean’s stomach cartwheels, shivers up his spine. He has no idea how to -

Sam comes closer, around the table and Dean inhales, steps back, pushes him away with an arm up.

“I’m fine, dude,” he gets out, breathing heavy. Doesn’t need Sammy to comfort him. “Just kinda - blowing my mind here. What uh,” he clears his throat. He’s fine. “What do you mean, our ‘home’? We’re underground.”

Sam’s smile is lopsided. “Forgot how prickly we used to be.”

Dean’s eyes dart over in a glare. “Fuck you.”

Sam laughs -- laughs. Wide open mouth and head thrown back and it’s the same as it always is when he’s really enjoying something and the ball of stress in Dean’s stomach melts despite himself, despite knowing he’s the brunt of the joke here. He misses that laugh so goddamn much.

“C’mon,” Sam says instead. “Let me show your room.”

-

It’s twenty minutes later and he’s sitting on the edge of his bed -- his! -- surrounded by all his things and kick-ass records and the nicest headphones he’s ever seen in his life, let alone touched and owned, and a weapons collection that makes him a little hard, if he’s being honest, and apparently drawers full of weird vintage porn because he’s a ‘connoisseur’ Sam had explained on a snorted laugh. He’s sitting on his bed and Sam is leaning against the desk, arms crossed and face fond and he’s trying to process that this is their life.

This is their life.

“When...” he starts, falters, glances up at Sam and away. Changes tracks. “When did you get so goddamn tall, anyway? Swear you shot up a few extra inches.”

Sam’s smile is dorky as hell. “Yeah yeah. Surprised you didn’t ask about the hair.”

“The hair!” Dean slams a hand down against the mattress next to him, not near satisfying enough impact on the sound, then stands up. “What the fuck is up with your hair, dude?”

Sam subjects himself to Dean’s inspection, tips his head forward surprisingly good-natured about it, lets Dean run his fingers through to inspect the length. Something settles in his stomach warm and tight at being so easily allowed, so easily invited.

“I like it long,” is all Sam says and Dean removes his fingers, resists the urge to clear his throat. 

“And the lumberjanes look?”

A snort, shake of his head, clears the hair from his eyes. “You’re one to talk.”

“No kidding.” He frowns down at himself, has at least doffed the flannel but his black tee and jeans still leave him feeling naked. “Where are my ...rings?”

A sly glance up - up up - at Sam, who seems to get it a second later, click behind his eyes. Smart eyes, so old. They’re both so old. Dean didn’t expect to make it to his late thirties. He didn’t ever expect to get Sam back by his side, apparently for over a decade now, apparently since Dean was twenty-six. 

“You’ll come to pick me up,” Sam had explained, “for a job. And I’ll go. And that... is it.”

“That’s all it takes?” Skeptical because there’s no way.

“No, not... a lot of shit happened. It wasn’t that easy. But that’s what happened, in a nutshell, y’know? You came to ask for help and I wanted to go with you.”

There’s miles of unexplained ground there, but Dean’s heart aches for it to be just like that. Just because Sam wanted to come with him. Sam, who is at Stanford, at least in Dean’s memories. Sam, who is a million miles away. But he’s right here, and they’ve been working together, riding together, and more or less living together for a decade. And that - 

Living together. In a bunker, apparently, though Sam has promised they’ll go for a drive in a bit so he can prove to Dean it’s not Waterworld or a frozen wasteland up above, that they’re not stuck in this bunker. That they choose to live together, not that he put it in so many words.

“Your fashion sense changed over the years,” Sam shrugs, brings him back to the present, to the question of his amulet. He looks to the side, eyes down, shadow over the memory. “And there were... hard times, off and on. Things didn’t come easy. So... a few other things got lost in the shuffle, along the way. It’s not a big deal.”

It is, a huge deal, and this Sam is more transparent than his own. He doesn’t hide everything under seventeen layers of pissed-off yarddog. Dean steps up closer to him, ache in his chest. Old or not, this is still his Sammy, and he’s still hurting over something Dean did, even if he can’t remember it.

“Hey... come on, Gigantor,” it earns an unexpected laugh, Sam’s eyes landing on his, and Dean’s chest does a stupid pitter-patter because it’s always been too much, look right into those green-hazel eyes dead-on, especially this close, especially this open with Dean. He takes the risk, puts his hands on Sam’s elbows and delights in his victory when Sam doesn’t shrug him off. “Whatever I did - “

“I did.”

Dean shakes his head, “whatever we did, it’s ancient history, right? We’re here?”

Sam smiles, soft and fond and real. He’s so real. So old and so young, still 100% Dean’s. “Yeah. We’re here.”

And what more could they ask for than that?

[ruinedsam]

If late seasons!Dean was deaged to stanford era!Dean, he would lose his shit. There's his baby brother, all big and grown up, telling Dean almost casually that they've been hunting together for 10+ years. No Stanford, no girlfriend/wife, no apple pie life, just the two of them together, hunting, and they even have a cool home base. That's all he ever wanted and he can barely believe he got it. He tries to play it cool, making stupid jokes, but he’s really transparent, staring at Sam with heart eyes.

[ruinedsam]

If someone writes this I will love them forever

[dyed-red]

I look forward to your undying love and devotion, @weirdchesters​

Downtime with the Darkness on the loose means research and easy-cases, wins on the board and an easy step between them. There’s so much that comes easy between them, these days. Sam can hardly believe it but he knows how hard it was earned.

He smiles privately to himself, wanders toward the open storage room door where Dean was supposed to be checking through their ancient weapons archive for anything that might help against Amara, calls ahead of himself,

“Horror movie marathon tonight? It’s a full moon so I think they’re showing your - “ rounds the corner and his eyes go wide, “...favorites.”

Dean is there in the storeroom, flannel loose on his shoulders, black tee and jeans sitting wrong and unfitted on his skin, hair wild and eyes confused. His eyes are darting back and forth between a blade he’s holding and the room around him, the cabinets and the desk littered with items and the stone walls, but they land on Sam and go wider, more frantic. Catalogue his face and body and hair all as Sam is cataloguing his -- the dewey set to his eyes, lips, unlined tanned face and baby soft expression. Jesus. He’s gotta be - 

“What the hell did you do to yourself?” Sam laughs, can’t help it, steps into the room. “What is this, another Hansel and Gretel thing? You’re a baby.”

“Shut up,” Dean says on cue, almost too much acid in it, stumbles a step back and Sam stops, hesitates. He cocks his head as Dean rubs his hand on the back of his neck, throws furtive glances at him. 

No way.

“How old are you?”

“How old are you?” Dean shoots back, seems to realize how petulant he sounds. “I mean,” his eyes shoot over Sam’s face. “Whatever. I’m thirty...five.”

“Seven,” Sam corrects automatically, stomach plummeting. “You don’t have your memories.”

“You’re thirty three?” 

“Jesus, Dean.” Sam enters more fully and Dean’s eyes go wide in alarm again. “How old are you now? Twenty-six?”

Dean clears his throat and Sam stops three paces from him. He’s still holding that blade, wide out to his side, and looks like a halfway tamed animal, all feral panic meeting a human who might treat it kindly.

“Twenty-four,” he corrects and it’s Sam’s turn to tense, to inhale sharply. His eyes shoot over Dean’s face, every peak and valley, the slightly too-long cast to his hair, slightly too-lean angles to his cheeks. God. He’s - 

“Dean,” he breathes, something like wonder. Swallows his next words back so they don’t freak Dean out. Dean, who is staring at him in equal parts fear and naked yearning, too young to disguise it yet, how much he misses - 

“Sam.” Almost like a question, like the giant he’s looking at with the long hair and lines on his face and baby-brother voice can’t be Sam, and he laughs and takes the final step and throws his arms around Dean, even though they don’t do that, and it’s a testament to how much Dean must miss him that he lets him.

-

The strange old version of Sam dislodges from Dean quick, holds him by both shoulders to look at his face with such a huge grin and watery eyes that Dean becomes uncomfortable, shrugs out and away from the attention fast, pushes away.

“Dude. What - what is...?”

“Yeah, what the hell did you do to de-age yourself?”

Is that what this is? Dean’s feeling a little untethered. “We ruling out time-travel?”

“Yeah,” Sam says -- because that’s Sam. Christ alive, that’s Sam? -- distractedly almost, long fingers rifling over the desk, little labels and notes there. “Which one of these... ” He holds up a label on a string, scans it. Dean edges toward the door, glancing up and around him. Underground, he’s pretty sure, old stone, low breeze. Sam swears in his periphery and Dean almost jumps.

“What?”

“You - “ Sam whips around, seems to sigh upon seeing him, wind out of his sails. He’s so - he moves so fast. His face is harder to read, more open and controlled at once. He has little lines, just starting, and he’s longer, more mature. All that baby fat is gone, all boyishness. His nose is as pointy as ever; his voice is deeper than ever.

And that fucking hair.

“I what?” Dean asks. “Am dressed like a lumberjack?” He looks down at himself, the flannel and workboots. There’s a decided lack of something in the center of his chest and he does a double-take. “Where’s my - “

“You’re stuck like this for two weeks.”

-

Sam drags Dean to the library to explain. The library. Where the hell are they that there is an underground library, and holy crap why is it so big and fancy? He sits Dean down and starts pulling out books and spitting off lore like he’s an encyclopedia, something about the blade he plucked from Dean’s fingers and how a cut from it will revert the afflicted to ‘an age of vulnerability’ whatever the fuck that means, and it’s apparently some really old, really nasty spellwork that borders on a curse and Dean -- older Dean -- was apparently an idiot and a few other choice words for testing the steel on his own skin. 

Dean resents that, tells Sam where to shove it. Sam. Who is here.

There’s a squirmy feeling in his stomach and he looks away. Exhales. Sam is older, more than ten years older. Thirteen years. And Sam is... here. Where is here?

“No way to break it?”

“Not in the lore,” Sam frowns at a book. Such a fucking geek. Sam looks at him in annoyance and snaps the book shut and Dean realizes he said it out loud. “Two weeks, Dean.”

“Is that so bad?”

Frazzled, now, and Sam shakes his head and all that mane of hair shakes with it. “No it’s -- it’s just dangerous. With Amara. Who - never mind, let’s not get into it. I’ll just call Cas to let him know - “

“Who’s Cas?”

“A friend.” Sam frowns when it appears to go to voicemail and Dean stands up, had enough of this. 

“C’mon man, I’m - you’re killing me here. Where the hell am I? Who are these people? And how - you’re... what are you doing here?”

The look Sam gives him is pained and Dean’s stomach and chest clutch. Okay, Sam’s here. And maybe it’s not permanent or maybe it’s - maybe this is a weekend hobby thing. Hell, that’s a lot better than Dean could have asked for. Or maybe this is Sam’s digs - maybe Dean dropped in on him and they’re in the basement of some university library and that’s what was up with the archives and shit this would make sense. Maybe Dean’s just gone and fucked up Sam’s life asking for help from his smart, normal little brother and Sam’s pissed he’s gonna have to deal with him for two whole weeks and Dean’s suddenly sure, suddenly ready to swallow his tongue.

“Look I - I can get out of your hair if you need. I’m twenty-four, not fourteen, y’know? Just grab me some wheels and I’ll be - y’know I’ll see you in two weeks, it’s not like you gotta babysit.”

Sam’s eyes go wide wide wide and he’s shaking his head, eyebrows scrunched like Dean said something awful, did something awful and he’s gone and fucked it all up, hasn’t he? Shit, what is wrong with him?

“Dean,” pained as hell. “Dean, we - we live here. This is our - home. I’m not - I don’t want you to leave. I - never... want you to leave.”

There’s a rabbit-fast kicking in his chest, a sort of tremble in his hands that’s drowning out his ability to process those words, to replay them. Sam’s face is wide open on an expression Dean doesn’t think he’s ever seen, not since Sam was a teenager at least and dipped into perma-anger. It’s imploring and hurt and open and needy and Dean’s stomach cartwheels, shivers up his spine. He has no idea how to -

Sam comes closer, around the table and Dean inhales, steps back, pushes him away with an arm up.

“I’m fine, dude,” he gets out, breathing heavy. Doesn’t need Sammy to comfort him. “Just kinda - blowing my mind here. What uh,” he clears his throat. He’s fine. “What do you mean, our ‘home’? We’re underground.”

Sam’s smile is lopsided. “Forgot how prickly we used to be.”

Dean’s eyes dart over in a glare. “Fuck you.”

Sam laughs -- laughs. Wide open mouth and head thrown back and it’s the same as it always is when he’s really enjoying something and the ball of stress in Dean’s stomach melts despite himself, despite knowing he’s the brunt of the joke here. He misses that laugh so goddamn much.

“C’mon,” Sam says instead. “Let me show your room.”

-

It’s twenty minutes later and he’s sitting on the edge of his bed -- his! -- surrounded by all his things and kick-ass records and the nicest headphones he’s ever seen in his life, let alone touched and owned, and a weapons collection that makes him a little hard, if he’s being honest, and apparently drawers full of weird vintage porn because he’s a ‘connoisseur’ Sam had explained on a snorted laugh. He’s sitting on his bed and Sam is leaning against the desk, arms crossed and face fond and he’s trying to process that this is their life.

This is their life.

“When...” he starts, falters, glances up at Sam and away. Changes tracks. “When did you get so goddamn tall, anyway? Swear you shot up a few extra inches.”

Sam’s smile is dorky as hell. “Yeah yeah. Surprised you didn’t ask about the hair.”

“The hair!” Dean slams a hand down against the mattress next to him, not near satisfying enough impact on the sound, then stands up. “What the fuck is up with your hair, dude?”

Sam subjects himself to Dean’s inspection, tips his head forward surprisingly good-natured about it, lets Dean run his fingers through to inspect the length. Something settles in his stomach warm and tight at being so easily allowed, so easily invited.

“I like it long,” is all Sam says and Dean removes his fingers, resists the urge to clear his throat. 

“And the lumberjanes look?”

A snort, shake of his head, clears the hair from his eyes. “You’re one to talk.”

“No kidding.” He frowns down at himself, has at least doffed the flannel but his black tee and jeans still leave him feeling naked. “Where are my ...rings?”

A sly glance up - up up - at Sam, who seems to get it a second later, click behind his eyes. Smart eyes, so old. They’re both so old. Dean didn’t expect to make it to his late thirties. He didn’t ever expect to get Sam back by his side, apparently for over a decade now, apparently since Dean was twenty-six. 

“You’ll come to pick me up,” Sam had explained, “for a job. And I’ll go. And that... is it.”

“That’s all it takes?” Skeptical because there’s no way.

“No, not... a lot of shit happened. It wasn’t that easy. But that’s what happened, in a nutshell, y’know? You came to ask for help and I wanted to go with you.”

There’s miles of unexplained ground there, but Dean’s heart aches for it to be just like that. Just because Sam wanted to come with him. Sam, who is at Stanford, at least in Dean’s memories. Sam, who is a million miles away. But he’s right here, and they’ve been working together, riding together, and more or less living together for a decade. And that - 

Living together. In a bunker, apparently, though Sam has promised they’ll go for a drive in a bit so he can prove to Dean it’s not Waterworld or a frozen wasteland up above, that they’re not stuck in this bunker. That they choose to live together, not that he put it in so many words.

“Your fashion sense changed over the years,” Sam shrugs, brings him back to the present, to the question of his amulet. He looks to the side, eyes down, shadow over the memory. “And there were... hard times, off and on. Things didn’t come easy. So... a few other things got lost in the shuffle, along the way. It’s not a big deal.”

It is, a huge deal, and this Sam is more transparent than his own. He doesn’t hide everything under seventeen layers of pissed-off yarddog. Dean steps up closer to him, ache in his chest. Old or not, this is still his Sammy, and he’s still hurting over something Dean did, even if he can’t remember it.

“Hey... come on, Gigantor,” it earns an unexpected laugh, Sam’s eyes landing on his, and Dean’s chest does a stupid pitter-patter because it’s always been too much, look right into those green-hazel eyes dead-on, especially this close, especially this open with Dean. He takes the risk, puts his hands on Sam’s elbows and delights in his victory when Sam doesn’t shrug him off. “Whatever I did - “

“I did.”

Dean shakes his head, “whatever we did, it’s ancient history, right? We’re here?”

Sam smiles, soft and fond and real. He’s so real. So old and so young, still 100% Dean’s. “Yeah. We’re here.”

And what more could they ask for than that?

[itfeelslikewincest]

SAM AND DEAN HEAVEN FIC REC

<< Fic rec with Carry On codas or post Carry On fics, I'd like to thank everyone who sent me links and helped me make this fic rec ♡ >>

1. Highway to Heaven by cherie_morte Summary: Paradise lasts for all of fifteen minutes. Well, maybe longer. Dean’s not sure yet how time works here, but it sure doesn’t feel like forever before things start going sideways.

2. Heaven Verse by hathfrozen ↠ because you want to die for love Summary: Sam and Dean settle into their Heaven—and into each other, too.

↠ desire, like a monster Summary: Sam and Dean discuss what it meant to want each other while they were alive.

↠ the sun shines down Summary: There's a sunshower, and Dean decides he wants to celebrate Sam's birthday in Heaven.

3. Planet Waves Series (Post Carry On Fics) by Sonofabiscuit77 ↠ You and me, babe, how about it? Summary: Sam and Dean enjoy heaven together. Dean thinks a lot. There is no plot.

↠ Love you more Summary: Post Carry On angsty smut. The Winchesters reunite in heaven, in bed. There was no post-Dean apple pie life for Sam, just Dean's overactive imagination.

↠ Going, going, gone Summary: Sam doesn't carry on after Dean's death. He dies eight months later. This story covers Sam's last few months on earth before his heavenly reunion with Dean, from the POV of Jody Mills. Companion fic to Love You More.

↠ Fireflies Summary: Sam and Dean in heaven schmoopy porn with bonus temporary age difference.

4. Nothing Ever Really Ends by Nyxocity Summary: Post-Series Heaven Fic: That Dean loves Sam has always been true. That Sam loves him back is just as true. But it’s never been quite like this; days and nights spent in leisure, relaxed and happy, no worries, no peril. When a change finally comes, it doesn't feel like a change at all; it feels like the rest.

5. Alright by wastetheyears Summary: “Sammy,” he smiles, and Sam’s heart convulses at the sound. No one has called him Sammy in the longest time.

6. In You I Found Paradise by wincestgoddess Summary: They made it to the finish line, to Heaven. It should be their well deserved break. If only Dean would get the memo already and join Sam in their cabin.

7. Spice Up Your Life by wincestgoddess Summary: Dean tries to spice up their sex life during Christmas. Doesn't work out the way he intended.

8. on this day, let me give you the world by wincestgoddess Summary: Sam wants to do something for Dean's birthday in Heaven

9. The Idea of Heaven by DWImpala67 Summary: Supernatural ended with the Winchester brothers reuniting in heaven. But what happened after that? Here's a peek into the afterlife of the brothers who were "physically, erotically, emotionally, irrationally codependent".

10. Make it home through the forest by becka Summary: Sam and Dean make a home in heaven and each other.

11. Tumblr Ficlet by Ares Summary: A tale of reuniting brothers.

12. Eternity by blackrose_17 Summary: Somedays Sam can't believe this is real.

13. Now It's Perfect by blackrose_17 Summary: It is Dean's first birthday in Heaven that truly matters and he spends it with Sam.

14. A Lifetime Of Waiting by nightsammy Summary: Sam has had a lifetime without Dean. Then, they're reunited. Coda for 15x20.

15. Carry On Verse by Vi_olet ↠ Carry On Summary: He’d been trying to carry on. He’d promised Dean. But deep down, he knew he couldn’t do it alone for long. He was slowly spiraling downwards. Now he had a piece of Dean with him.

↠ My Wayward Son Summary: Glances into Sam’s pregnancy with Dean Jr., and the birth.

16. Forever, Little Brother by LaughableLament Summary: When he kissed Sam, he wasn’t even surprised how easy it was, how natural. How Sam’s lips slotted against his, matching puzzle pieces after all their hiding, pining, and denying.

17. Homecoming by formalizing Summary: “Why am I not surprised? All of Heaven laid out before us and Dean Winchester wants a backseat quickie.”

18. Heaven!Fic verse by zubeneschamali ↠ Now Nothing Can Take You Away From Me Summary: Post-ep fic for 15x20. After everything, Sam and Dean still have some things to talk about. And Heaven is a place where anything you dream can come true.

↠ Fire All of Your Guns at Once Summary: In Heaven, there's no fear. Not of your feelings for the person closest to you—and not of what might otherwise be a dangerous piece of driving. AKA, roadhead in Heaven.

19. Peace When You Are Done by lovetincture Summary: Sam and Dean reunite in heaven. Sam reflects on his life and the things that have brought them to this moment.

20. There Will be Better Days by deadlybride Summary: Sam and Dean settle into their heaven.

21. Where the Bodies are Buried by road_rhythm Summary: This is not the first time he's taken care of his brother's body. It's just the last.

22. Echoes and Silence by dugindeep (hotsauce) Summary: When his brother dies, the world goes quiet.

23. Nothing is Impossible in Heaven by NaughtyPastryChef Summary: Dean can't stop obsessing over how BIG Sam looks as he moves around their little cabin in heaven. Apparently, heaven can grant wishes, even if you don't know that you're wishing it.

24. The Heaven Chronicles verse by deanandsam

↠ The Long and Winding Road Summary: After he realizes he's in Heaven, Dean takes to the road while he waits for his brother.

↠ On the Bridge Summary: When Sam arrives in Heaven, all he can think of is his happiness in being reunited with Dean. He finds out just how awesome that is.

↠ Waiting for Sammy Summary: Dean is admiring the view when he senses something is about to happen.

↠ Days of Wine and Roses Summary: The brothers are happy in their Heaven but Winchesters were never destined to a life of inactivity.

↠ Paradise Summary: The brothers have never been happier. Heaven is truly Paradise.

↠ Vestiges of the Past Summary: Castiel turns up at the Winchesters' cabin. Dean is not pleased!

↠ Gut Feelings and Not Only Summary: Happiness surrounds the Winchester brothers but nothing is written in stone.

<< feel free to add more>>

[mooseleys]

[haytham-fucking-kenway]

Dean Winchester: ISTP

I’m sure many people have attempted this before, and I’ve seen plenty types attached to this character, from ESTP, to the rather ridiculous typing of ESFJ. The flaw in this is that many people a) only look at the letters (see, the MBTI, which is… horrible and confusing the general populace, to say the least) and b) type Dean Winchester as though he was a healthy individual.

Let’s make one thing straight before we start; Dean Winchester has a very, very unhealthy personality.

Lovely. Now that that’s settled, we can move on to say that, Dean Winchester is a very unhealthy ISTP. “But he’s so outgoing and extroverted! He can’t be an I!” You may now proceed to shoot yourself in the foot with an FMG-148 Javelin, thank you. Yes, he can be outgoing, and yes, he can be quite extroverted, but that’s simply because Extraverted Sensing (Se) is, you guessed it, an extraverted function. Anyone with Se in their function palette will enjoy doing things, even if it’s not done right, “just do it” - even myself, as an INTJ, and my Se is supposed to be my inferior function.

Dean’s dominant function, however, is Introverted Thinking (Ti). You can see its combination with Se very well whenever he has to fix the Impala - even when Bobby says it’s impossible, he just goes ahead and does it; he knows he can, he’s a natural at this, where he can put his two dominant functions into play. You know he’s an Introverted Thinker, simply because an ESTP - Se + Ti - would fix something for practical purposes (since Se is a very practical function), such as my brother (an ESTP), fixing his X-Box in a very crude manner simply because he doesn’t have the money to have it fixed, and because he wants to play his X-Box. He’s less interested in knowing how it works exactly. Dean, however, while he does use his functions for practical purposes (getting his car fixed), he also does it to seclude himself. As long as he is fixing his car, he doesn’t have to interact with people as much, and usually, people tend to leave him alone when he does. Additionally, his Ti is also noticeable during his well-known “inner dialogues” - since Ti in introverted, everything they tell you - or most of it anyway - will be the result of their thinking, it will be concise and to the point. They usually also withdraw themselves from interaction - whether it’s physically or mentally - to think, and most of the time, you can see when Ti-users are thinking - really thinking - about something.

Dean’s tertiary function is Introverted Intuition (Ni). Ni is a very odd function, that even dominant, let alone auxiliary functions have trouble really describing or understanding. The one thing that is apparent in this function is the “I just know” asset. Ni just knows. It doesn’t know why or how, but the belief it generates about something (depending on which function is backing or leading it [T or F] it depends on objects or people) is all-encompassing. When you have Ni, “I just know” and “just trust me” are words you may utter quite often. This is very apparent in the episode Houses of the Holy, 2x13. In the face of insurmountable evidence, his own brother’s faith and witness, Dean staunchly believes that this is not an angel, but instead the vengeful spirit of the priest. That is Ni in action.

Contrary to popular belief, Dean’s inferior function is Extraverted Feeling (Fe). He has a lot of problems when it comes to dealing with his emotions, and Fe in this position may sometimes even look like Introverted Feeling (Fi). This is another way how his Ni is apparent - Ni and Fe together, when unhealthy, can cause paranoia and suspicion, perhaps even mistrust. This is because of Ni’s “I just know”, and Fe’s value projecting in external objective space. An ISTP’s Fe can also be a curse. I’ve once heard an ISTP say that, even though they dislike being around people, they need people, to fill that hole inside them, to get rid of the loneliness, which is exactly why Dean sticks by John, even though inwardly, he hates being treated like a blunt object - his need to fill the hole, to satisfy the loneliness, overpowers his anger at this moment. This also has to do with his abandonment issues and emotional neglect courtesy of his parents, but that’s part of schema therapy, not cognitive functions theory.

After the season 2 premiere, you can see Dean getting unhealthier and unhealthier. His abandonment issues are reaffirmed by John’s death, after all, and his loneliness is back - to fight these, he starts to cling to Sam for dear life. Everything goes downhill from the moment Sam dies, near the end of season 2. His one real job in life had been to “watch out for Sammy”, and here he has failed to do so.

An ISTP who is down on themself will foray into the world of value judgements - a place which is not natural for the ISTP - and judge themself by their inability to perform some task. They will then approach the task in a grim emotional state, expecting the worst.                 - Portrait of an ISTP, at www.personalitypage.com

From here on end, he becomes unhealthier and unhealthier.

[intpintjunited]

INTP the Chameleon

Unlike most people, INTPs do not come pre-programmed with acceptable social behaviour patterns. Rather, they learn to fit in through conscious observation and deliberate mimicry.

While other people talk, the INTP watches and wonders. They observe what a person did and figure out what they should do as a response. Widening their sight, nodding, and smiling, the INTP responded with a fake social skill.

Like actors on a stage set, INTPs are playing a role. They know that being true to themselves doesn’t fit too well with average people, they slowly accumulate a little acting knowledge to help them get by.

INTPs could be described as a human chameleon or a mirror. If a person is friendly, funny, boisterous, and waves their hands around a lot, the INTP will start gesticulating, speak in a louder voice, and smile and joke more to match the other’s behaviour. And when the person  is finally gone, they will turn into their typical self which often is silent, aloof and nonchalant, and slowly cocoon themselves inside their room.

Most of the time this mimicry is unconscious and is basically the result of playing a role deeply enough that it becomes embedded. Chameleons don’t have to think about changing their skin colour to match leaves and branches–it just happens.

Not that INTPs are good actors. They only act because they have to, and only put forth as much effort as is required to get by. An INTP, for example, does not have a giant palette of varied emotional responses that seem totally genuine. Instead, they are controlling their bodies like a puppet-master controls a puppet, and the resulting clumsy imitation of reality is just not lifelike. But it’s enough to get by, as long as there isn’t too much pressure.

If the pressure increases or the situation warrants it, however, an INTP will switch back to their regular selves for as long as necessary, perhaps stunning their acquaintances with a display of cool, clear, cogitant reasoning.

(The secret life of INTP- Anna Moss)

[foreverrhapsody]

I have the Tumblr equivalent of cleaning supplies...

a mass tag replacer

a way to find ALL of the tags you’ve ever used (mostly?)

and a way to find untagged posts

There will be some seriously intense organizing here soon.

[artist-refs]

(Just sticking this here for my own reference…)

[omegaboner]

some of you are still talking about supernatural. You’re on thin fucking ice.

[omegaboner]

The supernatural blogs found this post and are reblogging it ironically :/

[heathyr]

i have sympathy but also find this funny bc your username exists bc of supernatural

[heathyr]

[leandra-kinard]

#i still have no idea how abo and supernatural relate

Glad you asked. 

According to the lore, many years ago, in one of the then popular kink meme prompt posts, I think on LJ, someone gave the prompt that... ah wait I’m just gonna copy it from fanlore because it’s best to hear it from the inventor. 

“AU - Their world is just like ours...except...in their world there are two types of men. One is the alpha male, the other is the bitch male. Alpha males are like any ordinary guy with the exception of their cocks, they work just like dog cocks (the knot, tons of cum etc) The bitch male, is just an ordinary guy without the special cock.

I'd like to see Alpha male Jared, and Bitch male Jensen. Jensen is a snotty prude (think Lady from lady and the tramp) he may be a bitch male but he's not just going to let anybody take a go at his sweet little ass...until he meets Jared...then prudey little Jensen turns cock slut for Jared. Bonus points for J2 being OTP, Jensen was a virgin before Jared, and now that they met each other, it's for life.

Completely up to you if mating happens just anywhere like in the middle of the sidewalk, in a park etc or on a more private level.”

And this is how ABO was invented. 

[1dnatural]

[mallonmaze]

The concept of A/B/O actually originated within the star Trek fandom since in the canon vulcans have mating cycles. This was used in Star Trek fics and it inspired a supernatural fan to create the A/B/O trope.

[omegaboner]

It’s from borderlands actually

[mallonmaze]

No actually. The first Borderlands was released in 2009. The star Trek A/B/O fics were created in 1960s. And as you can see I did the research to confirm it. This isn't the only source I found confirming this but I'm to tired to list all of them. I could go and find the first fic but honestly I don't care enough.

[toolittletimetoomanyideas]

Did you also read your research? Here's the history section:

Genre tropes associated with Omegaverse emerged in the late 1960s in fan fiction based on the American television series Star Trek. The 1967 episode "Amok Time" introduces the concept of pon farr, the Vulcan mating cycle wherein Vulcan males must mate or die. Pon farr became a popular plot conceit for fan works in the Star Trek fandom, particularly fan fiction focused on the Kirk/Spock pairing. The concept of mating and heat cycles among humans was subsequently adopted by other fandoms, and became a staple of the Omegaverse subgenre.[5]

The origin of the contemporary Omegaverse subgenre is typically attributed to the fandom surrounding the American television series Supernatural

Yeah, some genre tropes existed earlier, but A/B/O came from Supernatural

[mallonmaze]

Bitch, that is literally what I said XD. I said that the concept of A/B/O was inspired by the Vulcan mating cycles for stark trek and star trek fics XD. And I did read my research. Usually I don't call people bitch but you kind of pissed me off. I'm not surprised by your attitude tho cuz I looked at your page and found a lot winc*est. In the future please refrain from interacting with me because I don't support that nasty shit. Thank you, and have a nice day.

[toolittletimetoomanyideas]

That's not quite the same though. The trope ABO as we know it emerged in supernatural. You can't say it was inspired by the vulcan mating cycle unless you ask the anon who gave that prompt in the kink meme what inspired them. And "the concept of A/B/O was inspired by the Vulcan mating cycles" is not what the wikipedia article says either, it merely says an aspect of the omegaverse subgenre already existed before in star trek. But you know, so did mpreg else, and so did werewolf AUs and such.

[omegaboner]

some of you are still talking about supernatural. You’re on thin fucking ice.

[omegaboner]

The supernatural blogs found this post and are reblogging it ironically :/

[heathyr]

i have sympathy but also find this funny bc your username exists bc of supernatural

[heathyr]

[leandra-kinard]

#i still have no idea how abo and supernatural relate

Glad you asked. 

According to the lore, many years ago, in one of the then popular kink meme prompt posts, I think on LJ, someone gave the prompt that... ah wait I’m just gonna copy it from fanlore because it’s best to hear it from the inventor. 

“AU - Their world is just like ours...except...in their world there are two types of men. One is the alpha male, the other is the bitch male. Alpha males are like any ordinary guy with the exception of their cocks, they work just like dog cocks (the knot, tons of cum etc) The bitch male, is just an ordinary guy without the special cock.

I'd like to see Alpha male Jared, and Bitch male Jensen. Jensen is a snotty prude (think Lady from lady and the tramp) he may be a bitch male but he's not just going to let anybody take a go at his sweet little ass...until he meets Jared...then prudey little Jensen turns cock slut for Jared. Bonus points for J2 being OTP, Jensen was a virgin before Jared, and now that they met each other, it's for life.

Completely up to you if mating happens just anywhere like in the middle of the sidewalk, in a park etc or on a more private level.”

And this is how ABO was invented. 

[1dnatural]

[mallonmaze]

The concept of A/B/O actually originated within the star Trek fandom since in the canon vulcans have mating cycles. This was used in Star Trek fics and it inspired a supernatural fan to create the A/B/O trope.

[omegaboner]

It’s from borderlands actually

[mallonmaze]

No actually. The first Borderlands was released in 2009. The star Trek A/B/O fics were created in 1960s. And as you can see I did the research to confirm it. This isn't the only source I found confirming this but I'm to tired to list all of them. I could go and find the first fic but honestly I don't care enough.

[toolittletimetoomanyideas]

Did you also read your research? Here's the history section:

Genre tropes associated with Omegaverse emerged in the late 1960s in fan fiction based on the American television series Star Trek. The 1967 episode "Amok Time" introduces the concept of pon farr, the Vulcan mating cycle wherein Vulcan males must mate or die. Pon farr became a popular plot conceit for fan works in the Star Trek fandom, particularly fan fiction focused on the Kirk/Spock pairing. The concept of mating and heat cycles among humans was subsequently adopted by other fandoms, and became a staple of the Omegaverse subgenre.[5]

The origin of the contemporary Omegaverse subgenre is typically attributed to the fandom surrounding the American television series Supernatural

Yeah, some genre tropes existed earlier, but A/B/O came from Supernatural

[mylittlecornerfandomium]

Can you recommend me any (wincest) bunker fic, if it's possible without bottom sam and no established relationship? I love your fanfic recs, so thank you very much if you answer this💕😄.

LAST SEASON FIRST TIME WINCEST FIC RECS

Hello there! those are a few that I have listed as Batcave on my library, PLEASE remember that I don’t tags my archives with the top/bottom issue, so keep that in mind before reading it, check the tags, please. 

Different As It’s Always Been On a cold November day in 2015, the demons finally gave up on Earth and went back to hell. The angels left a day later. Sam woke up in the bunker the morning after everything changed feeling exactly the same. It took four years, three weddings, two guinea pigs, and Dean nearly dying for Sam to realize that nothing was the same after all. Especially his feelings for his brother.

Contagious ‘Nobody ever died of a boner, Dean’s pretty sure, whatever his teenaged self might have said to the girls back in high school when he was trying to get under their skirts. Or. Did anybody ever die of a boner? That would be just like Sam, to die of terminal sexual frustration and not to let Dean do anything about it until it was already too late.' 

how does your garden grow From the prompt: Sam getting his hands all dirty, Sam getting bad knees as he ages, Sam being excited about his bean crop, Sam bringing vast quantities of zucchini to the Bunker kitchen and expecting Dean to figure out something to cook with it, Sam being wrathful and indignant about caterpillars, Sam out there all day with the sun hot on his neck and the soil cool in his hands thinking about nothing at all but the tactility and the way he's having this small, steady good effect on the world and coming back HAPPY. Dressing to Seduce 'Now, though? For some reason, Sam’s stripped down. He’s shed the shirts, all the layers that he uses to cocoon himself, and he’s leaning casual against the frame of the open doorway with only a tight navy v-necked tee stretched over his chest. Dressed like this, it’s evident how much progress Sam’s made in regaining the weight that he lost last year.'Redshift They're still reeling from Dean's stint in Purgatory, the Trials are tearing them apart, the world hangs in the balance (again)—and Dean wants to get a pool table and have a sex marathon. Of course he does.

Brotherly love Sam and Dean have some fun in the BunkerThrough the Years  He gives thanks to God every single morning and every single night for each line on Dean’s face, for every tiny silver hair on his head. And that’s a secret he doesn’t mind keeping from Dean.Sleepless Nights Now that the Winchesters are living in the bunker, they have their own rooms and while this sounds ideal, Dean finds that having his own room is causing a lot of sleepless nights. Ignoring the issue only makes it worse, so finally he bites the bullet and secretly sleeps on Sam’s floor. Turns out it’s not so secret and the brothers must navigate through new sleeping arrangements and unspoken feelings.Sex Hair Prequel to the episode “Pac-Man Fever” in which we learn how Sammy got crazy sex hair in the first scene.

The Ways to Sam's Heart  Dean decides to woo Sam with his awesome cooking skills now that there is a fancy bunker for them to live in. Sam is oblivious tohis efforts.

Tie Me Up, Hold Me Tight Sam accidentally binds himself to Dean and the more time passes, the worse he feels when Dean isn't nearby. While the boys are scrambling to find a reverse spell, Sam's need to be close to Dean makes them reevaluate their relationship.

Meanwhile, In The Batcave… Sam really wants Dean out of that old, deadperson's robe.

A Workplace Romance Sam could blame it on the comfort of the bunker, on the way Dean looks cosied up in his robe with a cup of coffee in his hands, on any number of things that have happened recently. Truthfully, its always been a thing lurking in the backround, waxing and waning with the highs and lows of their complicated brotherhood, but always there.

Toolman The place is in amazing shape after being abandoned for so long, but still, there is upkeep to be done. (cue Dean in a toolbelt,  perhaps fiddling with the plumbing..)

Up a Tree  Dean just can’t seem to leave Sam alone to do what he wants to do. Then he reads a spell out of an ancient book and the thing actually works. They might be able to solve things by reading the counter spell, but it’s never that easy, is it?

And happiness is what you need so bad Upon discovering a hidden room in the Men of Letters’ library, Sam accidentally releases a djinn. 

Shattered Dreams  When Dean's nightmares become too much for Sam to handle, he steps in to make everything all right again.

Erised While exploring the Men of Letters' bunker, Sam discovers a mirror that shows him his heart's greatest desire

Brothers In Arms Sam disappears from a club late one Friday night. There is a dead body in the woods missing a face next to some of Sam's clothes. Sam is slipping further and further away as the war between "I shouldn't" and "I want to" rages on in Dean's mind. The truth about an… "accident" in teenage years that neither Sam nor Dean really sees the entire truth of, a pyromaniac with a grudge and Charlie all helps to push Dean towards the end of the losing battle he is fighting with his current version of morality.

The Secrets You Keep Dean started nesting the second week they were at the bunker. Sam took a little bit longer.

Memory Foam Dean has a new bed.

Cookie War  Dean wants to make cookies. Sam is mostly just confused, but he's okay with licking frosting off Dean's finger.

Take My Hand and We'll Make It post 8x23. It takes three days for the pain to stop and another four before Sam is strong enough to get out of bed. Dean is there to take care of him

[writing-masterlists]

Synonyms For Very

This masterlist is a masterlist of words that you may use alongside the word very, very being one of the most common words that are used when writing. I hope this helps you as much as it helps me in our writing seem more sophisticated and unique. 

A:

Very accurate - exact Very afraid - fearful Very angry - furious Very annoying - exasperating

B:

Very bad - atrocious Very beautiful - exquisite Very big - immense Very boring - dull Very bright - luminous Very busy - swamped

C:

Very calm - serene Very careful - cautious Very cheap - stingy Very clean - spotless Very clear - obvious Very clever - intelligent Very cold - freezing Very colourful - vibrant Very competitive - cutthroat Very complete - comprehensive Very confused - perplexed Very conventional - conservative Very creative - innovative Very crowded - bustling Very cute - adorable

D:

Very dangerous - perilous Very dear - cherished Very deep - profound Very depressed - despondent Very detailed - meticulous Very different - disparate Very difficult - arduous Very dirty - filthy Very dry - arid Very dull - tedious

E:

Very eager - keen Very easy - effortless Very empty - desolate Very excited - thrilled Very exciting - exhilarating Very expensive - costly

F:

Very fancy - lavish Very fast - swift Very fat - obese Very friendly - amiable Very frightened - alarmed Very frightening - terrifying Very funny - hilarious

G:

Very glad - overjoyed Very good - excellent Very great - terrific

H:

Very happy - ecstatic Very hard - difficult Very hard-to-find - rare Very heavy - leaden Very high - soaring Very hot - sweltering Very huge - colossal Very hungry - ravenous Very hurt - battered

I:

Very important - crucial Very intelligent - brilliant Very interesting - captivating

J:

K:

L:

Very large - huge Very lazy - indolent Very little - tiny Very lively - vivacious Very long - extensive Very long-term - enduring Very loose - slack Very loud - thunderous Very loved - adored

M:

Very mean - cruel Very messy - slovenly

N:

Very neat - immaculate Very necessary - essential Very nervous - apprehensive Very nice - kind Very noisy - deafening

O:

Very often - frequently Very old - ancient Very old-fashioned - archaic Very open - transparent

P:

Very painful - excruciating Very pale - ashen Very perfect - flawless Very poor - destitute Very powerful - compelling Very pretty - beautiful

Q:

Very quick - rapid Very quiet - hushed

R:

Very rainy - pouring Very rich - wealthy

S:

Very sad - sorrowful Very scared - petrified Very scary - chilling Very serious - grave Very sharp - keen Very shiny - gleaming Very short - brief Very shy - timid Very simple - basic Very skinny - skeletal Very slow - sluggish Very small - petite Very smart - intelligent Very smelly - pungent Very smooth - sleek Very soft - downy Very sorry - apologetic Very special - exceptional Very strong - forceful Very stupid - idiotic Very sure - certain Very sweet - thoughtful

T:

Very talented - gifted Very tall - towering Very tasty - delicious Very thirsty - parched Very tight - constricting Very tiny - minuscule Very tired - exhausted

U:

Very ugly - hideous Very unhappy - miserable Very upset - distraught

V:

W:

Very warm - hot Very weak - frail Very well-to-do - wealthy Very wet - soaked Very wide - expansive Very willing - eager Very windy - blustery Very wise - sage Very worried - distressed

X:

Y:

Z:

A/N: If you know of anymore words I can add please message me.

[livingthatlibrarylifestyle]

This is very important ;)

[pastelvirgil]

see,, these are the lists that should get spread around a lot more than they do. you can say “said is dead” all you want but said is a viable word choice and not using it all the time could make your writing sound really wonky. but synonyms for things like “very ____”? the Good Shit.