
Paint your palette blue and grey, look out on a summer’s day, with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils, catch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen land. Now I understand what you tried to say to me and how you suffered for your sanity, and how you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they’ll listen now.
[lyrics to the song playing during this scene. listen.]
#because nobody cares when sam and dean are broken #nobody gives a flying fuck#save the world #stop lucifer #stop the seals from breaking #stop the leviathans when you’re hullicinating the devil #battles on through everyone you care about dying #nobody gives a shit about sam or dean #nobody cares about how broken they are #these are the lessons dean has learnt #you compartmentalize and you keep going cause they don’t care if you’re broken #but they sure as hell care when you fail
why has everyone failed to mention that Dean used the term Donkey Punch.
Please, tell me yall know what that is.
Here, educate,
WHAT
IS HAPPENING
welcome back, baby
#always with the shoulder touching
same shoulder where the handprint is supposed to be
fuck