#I WONDER WHAT SAM THINKS #LIKE HE WAS THERE WHEN DEAN ALWAYS HAD A DRINK IN HIS HAND #BUT NOW IT’S NOT ALCOHOL ANYMORE #IT’S COFFEE #AND IT’S NOT IN A DISPOSABLE CUP #IT’S IN A REAL CUP #MAYBE THAT’S WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO HAVE A HOME #TO BELONG SOMEPLACE #-I HAVE TO ADMIT I DON’T REMEMBER IF THEY’RE IN THE BATCAVE IN THE SECOND GIF BUT STILL SEE HOW FAR THEY’VE COME
jesus christ those tags
I hadn’t even realised. that’s why we keep seeing Dean drinking coffee. they’re showing us he’s getting over his drinking problem.
oh my god he’s getting better. he’s healing.
he has a home and he’s healing.also just realised why we keep seeing him in the robe
look he doesn’t sleep fully dressed any more!
after hell and especially since purgatory Dean would sleep in his shirts and jeans and jacket, either for security or for convenience, but now he feels safe enough and settled enough not to
oh god I just can’t
The realization Dean doesn’t sleep fully clothed anymore. That is so huge. Like seriously. He hates himself less, he drinks coffee, sleeps in a t-shirt and boxers, likes nice suits, is proud of being a legacy because he’s a genius, not a grunt, can cook and trusts Cas with Sam. Gah. Character development. -cries-
#can we talk about the look on Sam’s face #the internal litany he must have offered up to Cas each night #Cas, man, can he didn’t touch the brandy at all today #Cas, he cooked again tonight #Cas, when you get back here you are gonna have to have one of his burgers #Cas, it’s been days since he had a drink #I even checked his room while he was out on an errand #he doesn’t have any stashed there #Cas, you have to see this #please Cas #please Cas I want you to see how he’s grown
(via pellinore-rex)
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Tears stream down on your faceI promise you I will learn from my mistakes
And I will try to fix you [x]
Ever since Sam had brought to the ward, no matter what doctors did, he still saw nightmares. Terrible, terrible nightmares from where he woke up from screaming and covered in cold sweat. He didn’t talk.
But there was this thing, that happened. Sam was quite sure he was seeing things, but his roommate looked exactly like Castiel. But Castiel was dead so it was impossible. That angel drowned in the lake months ago. It was impossible that he was here with him.
Or then he was really going crazy. He shouldn’t have never given in on Lucifer. This was worst kind of torment. It was alright seeing and feeling Lucifer rip him apart, but bringing his dead friends in his sight was just plain cruel.
Castiel’s ghost never really spoke to him. Just watched him with his angelic, wide eyes, looking like he was very confused. As if he knew Sam, but just couldn’t put his finger on from where or if it was just his imagination. Sam ignored him. He was just a hallucination.
But that one night, when Sam woke up screaming and nurses had given up on him, Castiel finally moved from his bed. In quiet steps he crossed the room, approaching his roommate. Sam just screamed and clutched on the sheets like he was choking on them.
Angel’s ghost’s slender frame moved next to him. Sam nearly bashed him right in the face, but for his surprise his hand didn’t pass him. Ghosts weren’t solid. He froze for a moment, eyes wide, staring at Castiel like he stared back at him. He said nothing, just laid next to him and pressed against Sam’s side, his hand pressing carefully on man’s stomach.
Sam was still motionless. His heart hammered. Castiel was warm against him. As angel relaxed and gave a stroke on Sam’s stomach, telling it was alright.
That night Sam slept for the first time in ages.
I don’t ship this couple but OMFG AWWWWWW!](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzvxfep3Z21qi9oxvo1_500.gif)
