You don’t, I say, you don’t owe me squat, let’s just get going, let’s just get gone, but he’s
keeps saying I owe you, says Your shoes are filling with your own damn blood,
you must want something, just tell me, and it’s yours.
(Wishbone by Richard Siken)
"Sammy comes first," was a double entendre John didn’t know he’d uttered when Dean looked him straight in the eye and said, "Yes sir. Always."
if I ever turn into something that I’m not…you have to kill me.
it took the possibility of losing you
to realize i love you more than i thought i did.
"All I’m saying, Sammy, all I’m saying, is that you’re my weak spot.You are, and I’m yours. And those evil sons of bitches know it too. And what we’ll do for each other, how far we’ll go… They’re using it against us.”
"Up against good, evil, angels, devils, Destiny, and God himself, they made their own choice. They chose family. And, well…isn’t that kinda the whole point?"
'I don't want ten years i don't want ONE YEAR I wanna trade places with Dean!'
so you’re telling me that he loved his brother so much that despite the fact they’d never see each other again, knowing that Dean was alive and safe would’ve been enough for Sam to gladly spend the rest of eternity burning in hell
that’s some kind of fucking love
He killed my brothers. How would you feel?
a Richard Siken inspired poem.