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supernatural s1e1 pilot / s15e20 carry on
be still my beating breaking heart part 16 of ∞ | parallels and callbacks
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❤/ “This is insane. You people have no right to interfere with Tara’s affairs. We are her blood kin! Who the hell are you?” ”We’re family.”
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let's play doctor with sammy! (repost of this set without the gif that got it flagged)
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Emma Swan in every episode | 3x16 It’s Not Easy Being Green
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And I gotta hand it to [Sam] on the brains front: there’s nothing he can’t find on the computer. I still dig around in actual books, libraries, newspapers. It’s all keystrokes and search words for Sammy. He’s done a good job hiding our trail on all the credit cards.
-John Winchester’s Journal by Alex Irvine
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Dean would do anything for his brother. Everyone knows that. Some people find it admirable. Others find it frightening. But it’s normal, right ? That’s what an older brother is for. To love, to protect and to stand between the world and the smaller, softer thing it wants to break. Dean has never questioned it, after all he wasn’t a whole person before Sam. He was a vessel waiting to be filled, and Sam was the purpose poured into him.
Sometimes, caring for Sam feels almost sacred. Like prayer. There’s a quiet ritual to it: making sure he eats, watching life settle back into his body, muscle and warmth stretching over sharp bones like a blessing. When Sam moves, there’s a grace to him Dean can’t name, shoulders shifting beneath skin in a way that almost looks like wings, something meant to lift rather than fall.
Dean touches Sam like you touch something sacred. Carefully. Reverently. Fingers threading through his soft hair when he sleeps. In the right light his hair catches gold, each strand catching something warm and unreal, glowing faintly, falling around his face like a halo he doesn’t know he wears.
Dean's first thought is saint. Hates that his second is sacrifice.
Sam is kindness without effort. Dean sees it in the small mercies. Sam crouching to rescue a bug from the corner of a room, cupping it carefully like it matters, murmuring some excuse just to take it somewhere safe.Mercy comes to Sam as naturally as breathing. It’s instinct. It’s pure. It's divine.
It’s going to get him killed.
And the churches. God, the churches.
Sam slipping into prayer like it’s a confession he never earned. Head bowed. Jaw tight. Eyes shining with something that looks too much like longing. Like grief. Like love turned inward and sharpened. Grimacing when Dean catches him, as if faith itself is something he’s ashamed to want. Sam looks at the cross the way condemned men look at the gallows, not with fear, but with understanding. Like he already knows how to climb up there. Like he’s rehearsed the weight of the nails.
And that’s the part that makes Dean feel like he’s choking. Because Sam would bleed for it. Would lay himself down on a cross and call it penance, call it love, call it righteousness, call it necessary. He would, if it made God love him back.
But, he's wrong. So, so wrong.
Sam doesn’t need to be cleansed. He doesn’t need to suffer his way into grace or carve himself down into something smaller, purer, easier to accept.
He doesn’t need to be taken back by God.
He is already holy.
