This conversation happened yesterday on twitter that I wanted to respond to, but twitter is a horrible platform for nuanced discussion because of the character limit, so here I am back on the blue hellsite instead.
Summary: An outbreak of violent murder-suicides. Death echoes. A centuries-old djinn. It’s a formidable combination on a good day. And on a bad day? Well, on a particularly bad day, it all culminates in Dean burying his brother. Alive.
Summary: Sam and Dean seek solitude miles from civilisation, far from pursuing hunters and the FBI. As Sam’s visions become more frequent and new abilities rise to the surface, there’s nothing Dean won’t do to keep his brother safe. But there’s something in the woods, and it’s waiting for Sam. There is nothing Dean won’t do to keep him safe.
remember how jensen has dreamt about dean and how many times he’s said he loves dean and how protective he is of dean and how it’s hard to shake dean off and it’s like having a roommate and how he grows a beard in the off season so he can tell his face from dean’s and that time he referred to the impala as his as well as dean’s gun and he thinks dean needs a vacation and he called dean a needy little thing and how dean is now a part of him and how danneel is sometimes like “okay dean” and the best part of filming is building relationships with their characters and how he wishes he were more like dean and how he loves dean’s decisiveness and loyalty and he thinks dean is a badass and a hero and how he originally read for sam but studied dean anyways because he liked him and thought he was funny
RoboSam was
relatively courteous about the fact that he didn’t sleep. He tried not to keep Dean awake. Dean tried to think of him as Sam
sometimes. Now that he knew Sam’s soul
was in Hell, he couldn’t. It was like
living with a shifter. But for whatever
reason, RoboSam seemed to have latched on to Dean as a kind of compass. He asked questions and his questions always
backed Dean into explanations that sounded stupid even to Dean. Like the night some very drunk guy was making
a ruckus in a bar about what pansy asses the Bengals were. The game wasn’t local and nobody seemed to be
particularly for or against either Bengals or the Packers. The bartender suggested the guy keep it down
but Mr. Cincinnati-Hasn’t-Had-A-Real-Team-Since-The-Freezer-Bowl was on a
roll. Until Sam got up, put a big hand
on the guy’s shoulder and said, “You’re stupid, you’re drunk, you’re loud and
you should shut up now because nobody thinks your comments are insightful.”
The guy was
too drunk to care that RoboSam was 6’4” and 230 pounds with less than 10% body
fat.
It didn’t
help that the bar was clearly on RoboSam’s side, although Dean wasn’t sure that
RoboSam much tracked that kind of thing.
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