I’m seeing a ton of concern for Dean
But next to none for Sam. What the fuck is wrong with you guys….?
I guess Bobby isn’t just as important to Sam as he is to Dean.
I guess Cas wasn’t Sam’s friend too.
I GUESS CAS DIDN’T COME TO THE WINCHESTERS FOR HELP BECAUSE SAM PRAYED TO HIM
I guess Sam isn’t going through fucking anything or seeing hallucinations or dealing with just as much crap as Dean is, if not more.
Fandom’s disregard towards Sam isn’t even surprising anymore. People just watch with Dean goggles and sometimes Cas goggles, then get on tumblr to complain about the lack of those two in show. It’s kind of funny, actually.
“Oh, poor Cas for dying and how dare Sam stab him in the back! I will never forgive Sam!” … even when it was Cas who broke Sam first for his own selfish goal. And of course everyone forgot about the thing Cas’ did in “When the Levee Breaks.”
“Aww Dean! He’s already lost Cas, his beautiful angel, and his brother… what’s his name again?… is cuckoo and now Bobby too? I don’t want him to be an alcoholic, he can’t take anymore! WAHHHH!” … ‘cause you know, wallowing in your own self depression is so pitiable when the people around you actually try to help, but you refuse to take it because you just don’t give a crap anymore. /shrugs But I guess that’s better than the Cas whiners.
I actually preferred “I don’t give a shit, I’m just gonna eat” Dean in today’s episode to everyday moody, “I said I’m fine, Bitch, but in actuality, I’m, breaking on the inside” Dean.
Am I the only one not flipping out about Bobby?
It’s not because I don’t like Bobby. I do. I think he’s a badass, and if he dies it’s gonna fuck Sam and Dean up somethin’ fierce.
But.
I can take it. Come on, writers. Bring the pain. I didn’t bat an eye at Castiel and I’ll be chowing down on popcorn if Bobby buys it.
Come at me, bro. Do your worst. I wanna see how dark this shit can get.
God damnit, Sam. Sometimes I can’t even tell what’s going on in that brainy head of yours when you look at me like that. Your eyes are freaking drilling into my skull, and it’s weird how that still gets to me. You still have a dorky haircut and you’re still my snotty little brother, but you’re taller than me now; your shoulders are wider. Shouldn’t your eyes, I dunno, stop making you look like the world’s largest puppy? Shouldn’t your eyes stop making it hard for me to concentrate? Sure, we’re always lookin’ at each other; gotta watch each other’s backs after all. But sometimes… Sometimes when our eyes meet, I swear to God I forget to breathe. You look at me like I’m one of your school books you study when you can’t sleep (because of those damned nightmares that you refuse to talk about). Like I’m something you need to memorize (I’m not going anywhere, Sammy, not ever). Like I’m special. And that’s fucking stupid, dude. I’m not… You’re the one who’s… And then I can’t look away. And then I don’t want to look away. As if I were to look back down, you’d leave again… Shit what was I saying about the case?
stand a little closer i DARE YOU
you can say whatever you want about wincest, okay, but sam does not top
