Supernatural, wonderings, musings, and life, among other things. WARNING: Here there be copious amounts of slash. ALSO: This is a Jared Padalecki and Sam Winchester appreciation blog. AND: Sometimes I write and draw shit. But mostly write. creepers creeping.

I’m rewatching season one and I noticed that John still wears his wedding ring

and all I can think now is how terminally sad that is, this lost, broken man, clinging to every last remnant of Mary he can.  It’s just the icing on an incredibly tragic cake with pain filling.

Dean: Do you remember all the city lights on the water? You saw me start to believe for the first time.
Castiel: You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter. You are the best thing that’s ever been mine.
Dean: And I remember that fight - two-thirty AM - as everything was slipping right out of our hands.
Castiel: I ran out crying and you followed me out into the street.
Dean: Braced myself for the "Goodbye," ‘cause that’s all I’ve ever known.
Castiel: Then you took me by surprise. You said, "I’ll never leave you alone."
Sam: Could you guys please stop singing Taylor Swift?

We might like to ignore this fact when we’re selfishly enjoying one of our favorite shows, but Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles are pretty much the only actors on TV who don’t have a full-time supporting cast to lighten their filming load. Padalecki has recently become a father, and I can attest from set visits that “Supernatural” is one of the most labor-intensive shows to film, in terms of the cast and crew’s working hours, night shoots, stunts and special effects. The fact that these actors have managed seven years with practically no time off without having a meltdown is somewhat miraculous to me, and yet Ackles and Padalecki are still just as passionate and invested in the show as they were at the start. Splitting Sam and Dean up, as much as some fans may hate it, allows these hard working dudes a couple of extra days off a week to spend with their families, and if that keeps them from getting burned out and makes them more inclined to keep making the show for another couple of seasons, I’m all for it.

And from a creative standpoint: I’ve been with this show since the pilot in 2005, I adore the Sam and Dean dynamic and am wholly aware that the relationship between the brothers is the biggest part of “Supernatural’s” success. But they’ve been together for seven years now, and there are only so many ways to tell that fraternal story without retreading old ground (some fans feel we’ve already retrod old ground a couple of times as it is). The fact of the matter is, adding new characters — whether it’s Jo and Ellen, Ruby and Bela, Bobby and Rufus or Castiel and Gabriel — allow us to see Sam and Dean from new perspectives; they bring out new sides to the boys and force them to react in different ways than they’d react to each other.

That’s funny, that Dick got killed by a boner.
- my father

I’m falling over and over and over and over again nowCalling over and over and over and over again now

Morcheeba, “Over and Over”

I’m falling over and over and over and over again now
Calling over and over and over and over again now

Morcheeba, “Over and Over”

Bobby just really really really wanted to see Crowley, okay??

STOP BEING SUCH A BIGOT, DEAN

GHOST ON DEMON LOVE IS NATURAL AND GOOD

Minister: And do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?
Me: He and I do share a more profound bond.
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me: I wasn't gonna mention it.

Sam couldn’t sleep.  It was ten o’clock, way past his bedtime, and he tossed and turned fitfully on the too-big bed with the scratchy blue comforter.  His eyelids were heavy but his eyes wouldn’t stay closed.

There was a weight on the bed.  A shifting of the covers.  A warm body pressed up against behind him, an arm slung across his waist.

“Good night, Sammy,” a voice murmured in his ear.

Sam slept.

The entire time, they didn’t say a word.

The hospital was abandoned.  Everyone had evacuated - except for one man, sitting quietly on his bed, trying to ignore a brother who wasn’t really there.

He didn’t need to fight his way in.  There was no one there, after all.  Just the man on the bed.  And now him, the hunter who didn’t need to fight, who kicked open the unlocked door, took the stairs two at a time, and pushed past cold metal carts of medical equipment to barge into the room with the man.

They stared at each other, the patient terrified of something in the space between them.  The standing man crossed, walked through the invisible evil, and put his palms on the other man’s cheeks.  They rested there for a while, noses brushing, sharing the air, and then they were kissing, slow and soft and scared.

They pulled back.  Green eyes sought blue, but they were unseeing, unfeeling, unfocused, unsure.

The whole long, dark night, they lay wrapped around each other, so close they were almost one flesh.  One trembled.  One held steady, his embrace like iron, doing the only thing he could to keep the things in the shadows at bay - and the entire time, they didn’t say a word.

Title: Genesis
Pairing: Dean/Sam/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dean and Sam and Castiel all get drunk and things get a little…dirty.  Toppy!Cas and mild cumplay ahead.

Dean will blame the tequila until he dies. Why else would he be squeezed onto a too-small couch, Castiel and Sam on either side of him, Sam giggling like a teenage girl while Castiel flushes from his neck to his forehead?

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