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temptingmybrother:

Sam didn’t acknowledge Dean after that, just stared out the window as he tried to forget the smell, the heat…the sight of Jessica burning. She’d deserved more, something different from her life, not this pile of crap Sam dumped on her doorstep.   He’d made her miserable since the day they met, her crush on him, then hiding it -Sam could always tell she still wanted him- and putting herself second to all of his problems, only to die for him… She should have been better off never meeting him. He was cursed or something, and people just die or get hurt around him. No, Sam wouldn’t make the same mistake again. 

Somewhere amidst all the self-loathing, guilt trips and memories of Jess, did he fall asleep, forehead pressed to the window, but his dreams were filled with fire. 

Dean hadn’t pushed any further, but he had turned the radio on, knowing way too good that silence didn’t helped in moments like this. He thought about what happened and how this could happen but something told him that it was his fault…

He had brought Sammy back… He had to keep him close, had to watch out that nothing happens and he had let this happen…

Let Sammy’s love die…

The boy was sleeping, Dean could tell, and Dean focused on the road as much as he could, he trid to call John once again, silently left him a voicemail, telling him how much he needed him, before he hung up and drove them to the place their dad had told them to go to.

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alittledeviant:

guardingmybrother:

Dean missed those days… Missed everything about it because…Those were happy times. Times when he had his family together, when he had Jackson, when he had a brother…

Everything had changed and…He had lost everything he once had. A soft sigh left his lips when he felt those familiar lips on his temple before he closed his eyes and leaned closer against him, nodding softly. “I’m so glad to know that you managed to get happy, man…” - He really was.

Jackson deserved this after everything that happened to him…

“Tell me how it’s going… ” - The stories Jackson would have to tell were definitely better than those Dean had.

Jackson could feel the sadness, and he didn’t like it. He pulled Dean a little bit closer to his side and smiled a little, softly, sympathetically. “It comes to all, in due time, love.” He murmured softly, rubbing his shoulders gently.

He hummed a little at that statement, pursing his lips. “Not too much has really changed. Though, the, ah…older version of you,” he smirked a little, very briefly. “Has long since stopped being stubborn.” He said, jokingly. It fell just a little, and he tilted his head. “I always told myself I’d never fall in love again, and yet here I am. And I am happier than I was. It will come to all.” He murmured, turning to kiss his temple again.

“I also have a nice new scar to add to my small collection. And your brother doesn’t hate me anymore. But other than that…nothing really exciting’s happened. What about you, Dean?” 

Dean didn’t believed that, he knew better than that… —His Mom never had done a single thing and one had take away everything from her. His father… Had gained happiness for how long? Seven years? And ended up a huge jerk..

He prefered never being happy but beingDeanthan losing himself like he did when he lost Sammy…

A deep sigh left his lips and he closed his eyes, feeling safe for once after such a long time in the other’s arms.

Silently listening to the other’s words, a soft chuckle left his lips when he nodded and looked up to the other one. “I told you he’d see how perfect you are, haven’t I?” - He remembered the time when that Dean had broke Jackson’s heart and when he had promised him that everything would be alright again. “Are you both…You know, dating or is it only from your side?”

The next news made him chuckle and he nodded, took the man’s hand in his and nuzzled a little closer. “I’m glad to hear that you and…Sam are dealing fine, and..I’d love to see that new scar, too. But there’s nothing exciting in my life… Dad cought Sam and me, we found out that he was planing on leaving for Stanford, he left, I stayed with my Dad… - We went on hunts and I have new scares, too - And that’s it…”

temptingmybrother:

guardingmybrother:

Dean slowly laid an arm around his brother and helped him walk over to the car. He could see how broken and weak he was right now and it hurt him to see him like that. A soft sigh left his lips when he had managed to get Sam in the car and walked to his own place, too, looking at Sam for a moment before he sighed again and turned the radio on mute before starting the car.

“I’ll drive us far, far away from here…”; he promised and looked down at the wheel for a moment, before looking over to Sam.

“I’ll make sure you stay at a safe place.. —With me, Sam.”

Sam didn’t have it left in him to argue, not that he wanted to anyway. He didn’t have anywhere else to go and his brother had always looked out for him, so maybe it was in fact the best thing to do. On the other hand, it might put Dean at risk too, because it was pretty damn obvious whatever was after them was only doing it because of him. Why else would it have gone after Jessica? Sweet, caring, lovable Jessica…

“Yeah, sure, Dean. Just drive,” he said softly, looking over at his brother for a moment. Clenching his jaw, he vowed silently not to let anything happen to the one person he adored more in the world. He would find this thing and kill it first, if it was the last thing he did. But from now on, no one else was going to get hurt on his account. “We’ve got work to do.” 

Dean didn’t know what he was supposed to say, he never did… He wasn’t as good as dealing with those kind of things as John was. He would probably tell them to get their shits togethr and focus on their job.

Find that sonofabitch that did this to their family and end him and.. —That was the only thing Dean cared about.

Maybe the hints John had written in the journal would guide them to the yellow-eyes? Maybe John had faced him but hadn’t manage to survive..? “We do.”, he said with a ice cold voice, giving more gas and driving them out of the town as fast as he could.

deathwalksagain:

wednesdayschildfullofwoe:

stumphandwentz:

thatonechick42:

perfectwrongturn:

thingswilllookup:

I saw this and it broke my heart..  

I don’t really have words for this. This hurt to the core of my being.

My heart just sank.

people are sick

((I want to give her all the hugs in the world. ;__;))

I want to fuck up who ever told her that, I want stab their asses square in the heart.

deathwalksagain:

wednesdayschildfullofwoe:

stumphandwentz:

thatonechick42:

perfectwrongturn:

thingswilllookup:

I saw this and it broke my heart.. 
 

I don’t really have words for this. This hurt to the core of my being.

My heart just sank.

people are sick

((I want to give her all the hugs in the world. ;__;))

I want to fuck up who ever told her that, I want stab their asses square in the heart.

alittledeviant:

guardingmybrother:

Dean had missed Jackson so much…It was incredible how long he had been without the man now…Remembering how he put a stop to theirrelationship-a-like-thing when he and Sam got… —Those days were over…

A sigh soft left his lips and he nuzzled against the other one, for once after such a long time feeling comfortable to have someone next to him.

He had been  throwing himself from one fling to the other,had filled his free time with meaningless fucks to forget Sam and to forget his friend Jackson…But here they were…

A soft sigh left his lips before he nodded once again and smiled. “An apple pie.”, he told the waitress,his own hand resetting on the man’s thigh and a soft smile still on his lips. “I miss the old times, man…”

Jackson kept one arm firmly around Dean’s shoulder, watching the waitress nod, giving them both a smile before she walked away – Jackson returning with a charming smirk. With his free hand, he gathered up his papers and easily ordered them back into a folder he’d brought with him. He could finish all that later.

He hummed softly at Dean’s words, looking down briefly with that smile still there. “As do I, sometimes. Parts of them, at the very least.” He pressed a soft kiss to Dean’s temple, rubbing his shoulder gently. “I’m glad you happened to come in here today. It’s been far too long since we’ve properly talked to each other.”

He had been sorely miserable when he’d lost Dean the first time, but he could hardly remember it now. For him, life had gotten better and better as he pulled himself out of that slump. But he could tell that for Dean, that wasn’t the case. He didn’t like it – but he wasn’t sure how to make it better. If he even could.

Dean missed those days… Missed everything about it because…Those were happy times. Times when he had his family together, when he had Jackson, when he had a brother…

Everything had changed and…He had lost everything he once had. A soft sigh left his lips when he felt those familiar lips on his temple before he closed his eyes and leaned closer against him, nodding softly. “I’m so glad to know that you managed to get happy, man…” - He really was.

Jackson deserved this after everything that happened to him…

"Tell me how it’s going… " - The stories Jackson would have to tell were definitely better than those Dean had.

temptingmybrother:

guardingmybrother:

Dean knew who’s fault this was: His own. He had dragged Sam away from here — Guided that damn yellow eyes here and let him hurt his brother like this, let him hurt the smurf-fangirl.

A deep sigh left his lips, his finger stil in the hair of his brother while he held him and nodded. He felt horrible sorry, but there was nothing he could say or do, so he just sat there, held Sam close and let him feel that he wasn’t alone…

For a long time they sat there like this before Dean whispered: “Let’s go away from here Sam… —We gotta leave…”

Looking up at Dean with a tearstained face, his eyes brimmed red and nose equally red from all the crying he’d done, he nodded softly. There was nothing left for him at Stanford anyway. How could he build a future for himself that didn’t have Jess in it? This place held too many memories.

He tried to get up, but he wasn’t sure if he could, his legs weak and body worn out as if he was an old man and his entire life he’d done nothing but work, work and work some more. Or maybe it was the heaviness of his heart that made it so hard for him to keep his balance. So he gripped Dean’s jacket as he got up to his feet, afraid to let go of his big brother and lose him too. It seemed to be his destiny to love and lose…How cruel.

Dean slwoly laid an arm around his bother and helped him walk over to the car. He could see how broken and weak he was right now and it hurt him to see him like that. A soft sigh left his lips when he had managed to get Sam in the car and walked to his own place, too, looking at Sam for a moment before he sighed and turned the radio on mute before starting the car.

"I’ll drive us far, far away from here…"; he promised and looked down at the wheel for a moment, before looking over to Sam.

"I’ll make sure you stay at a safe place.. —With me, Sam."