IF YOU HAVE BEEN FOLLOWED BY A BLOG NAMED ‘merciless-clean-freak’ BEFORE BEING UNFOLLOWED AGAIN — THAT WAS ME.
I was going to change from my dean blog to that blog on my phone - and somehow tumblr messed up it all an my other blog followed all the blogs i follow here.. now we all know that would result in nothing but chaos for my other blog since it’s not spn related - SO I APOLOGIZE DEARLY FOR THIS MISTAKE, BUT DON’T BLAME ME. IT WAS TUMBLR WHO DID IT.
if you compliment me online there’s a 6378% chance i’m sitting in front of my computer like
Ok, I just kind of woke up so I’ll be slow now.
Sam shook his head, but he didn’t try to wriggle out of Dean’s grip. Dean was always stronger than him. He took in a slow, shaky breath, trying to calm himself down.
"There’s nothing I can do to stop it?" he asked, quiet and weak and brittle. "What if I didn’t go to college? Would that change anything?" he didn’t want to condemn himself to this life, but his brother was his everything. He couldn’t lose him. Not for real.
» He blinked, hating to see his own brother like this, but he had to suck it up. He couldn’t let Sam change the future - which was why it had been a bad idea to even approach his little brother. He was risking to change everything in the future - even the bond he had with Sam.
❝Look.. The reason why I am dying, is because I’m saving you. You mean everything to me, Sam, believe it or not. Please don’t try to change the future, because that might mess up everything I have now. You’ll have to be brave, be strong.❞
" Dean!!!" She was running to the body and shaked him a little bit. " Dean!…fuck Dean say something!!" she pulled the body away from the House and then put his head on her Lap and slapped his face softly. " Dean open your eyes…C´mon! Dean!!!" She looked around them and outside it was getting Darker and Darker. The Moon was already up. How long was she in there with the Dean and why was she still alive? " Dean C´mon! For Sammy! Open your eyes!"
» Dean didn’t move. No matter how many times his name was called - no matter how many slaps he got, he didn’t wake up. His heart was still beating though, and his body was ticking, he was simply just unconscious from the possession - a normal reaction to it. However, in a matter of minutes, his eyes shot open and he looked around himself, utterly confused before he groaned in pain at the wound that seemed to hurt even more now than earlier in the small moment he got outside of his own head.
Sam’s eyes filled with tears despite himself, and he could feel his heart break. What if Dean died… because of him? He curled his hands into fists, pounding them on Dean’s chest.
"I know what Purgatory is, you fucking jerk!" he yelled, his voice cracking. "You can’t die, you can’t leave me! You can’t, Dean, you can’t, you can’t, you just fucking can’t," he whimpered.
» Dean was surprised by the sudden outburst from the other one, and he immediately grabbed his wrists in a gentle grip, crouching down a little so he could see Sam’s face.
❝Sammy, calm down!❞ He sighed a little and looked down. ❝It’s what’s going to happen and I’m sorry about that, but I am going to return. You’ll survive four months without me.. Well, that will feel like 40 years for me, but you can do it. It’s still years until it happens too.. I’m standing here, aren’t I? I’m not lying..❞ He had to calm his little brother down.
HE didn’t meant for it to come out like that. He shifted and shook his head a little. “I’m sorry Dean. I didn’t mean it like that.” He looked up at his friend and stood still this time, just staring at him
» Dean faked a soft chuckle and looked at Castiel before he crossed his arms. ❝Cas, it’s fine.❞ It wasn’t all fine. He didn’t like it when he argued with Castiel in any way, because the angel never quite understood his sides of thing, and it was pointless trying to make him understand.