All he could see was Dad’s face, the way he’d looked at Sam on that last morning.
Oh, Sammy! No, baby. That was love and sorrow and grief and desperation!!!
He’d touched Jess, the real Jess, with those hands, beautiful and alive. He’d held tight to his father’s and his brother’s lifeless bodies and felt their warmth drain away. He’d killed without mercy or remorse, all with the same pair of hands.
*dies from these sentences' awesomeness*
Dude. Why do you continue to hurt me? I've only ever loved you!
Our poor, poor Sammy. I'd say that he's in a bad place right now but I don't think he's been in anything but a bad place for the past 4 years. OMG, I think 'Provenance' was the last "good time" I think he's had.
Oh my poor bunny.
Yeah, I think curling up in a corner with you, and Sam and Dean sounds like an excellent idea.
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Oh, Sammy! No, baby. That was love and sorrow and grief and desperation!!!
He’d touched Jess, the real Jess, with those hands, beautiful and alive. He’d held tight to his father’s and his brother’s lifeless bodies and felt their warmth drain away. He’d killed without mercy or remorse, all with the same pair of hands.
*dies from these sentences' awesomeness*
Dude. Why do you continue to hurt me? I've only ever loved you!
*curls into a corner with Sam and Dean*
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Oh my poor bunny.
Yeah, I think curling up in a corner with you, and Sam and Dean sounds like an excellent idea.
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