It's Sam Winchester, bitch.

Wait for you to come back to me.

Wait to be touched again.

Wait to be loved…

Maybe I need to get over you and get on with my life.

askevilcas:

featheredgrace:

askteenagesam:

Me:

Sam:

Me:

Cas:

Me: 

Cas:

Me:

Sam:

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ask-god-dean:

askthesamwinchester:

ask-god-dean:

Aw, come on, man. I only turn 33 once. And you weren’t seriously planning on leaving without at least one last kiss, right?

I suppose you are right. A kiss is not much to ask.

-wants more of course, but after seeing that face he wasn’t gonna mention getting laid, no matter how long he’d waited already and how much he needed it, if a kiss had to do, it would do- Com’ere.

ask-god-dean:

askthesamwinchester:

ask-god-dean:

Yes. I have placed your…’birthday gift’ in the…’fridge’.

Thanks, man. -grins, figuring it’s pie, or some of that weird meat again- But I know something better for my birthday. -waggles his brow at the angel-

Aw, come on, man. I only turn 33 once. And you weren’t seriously planning on leaving without at least one last kiss, right?

ask-god-dean:

askthesamwinchester:

ask-god-dean:

askthesamwinchester:

ask-god-dean:

..No. This is not goodbye Sam, I will return.

-releases a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and nods- Good.

..But I suppose I can stay for one more day. Until midnight.

It is your…ah ‘birthday’.

You remembered? -looks surprised at that- But yeah, dude. It’s nearly my birthday.

Yes. I have placed your…’birthday gift’ in the…’fridge’.

Thanks, man. -grins, figuring it’s pie, or some of that weird meat again- But I know something better for my birthday. -waggles his brow at the angel-

heavensguardian:

ask-jimmy:

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((fuck you very much.))

ask-god-dean:

askthesamwinchester:

ask-god-dean:

..No. This is not goodbye Sam, I will return.

-releases a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and nods- Good.

..But I suppose I can stay for one more day. Until midnight.

It is your…ah ‘birthday’.

You remembered? -looks surprised at that- But yeah, dude. It’s nearly my birthday.

ask-god-dean:

askthesamwinchester:

ask-god-dean:

-Dean falls quiet to the first comment, whether it was because Sam was right, or it’s the writer’s horrible foreshadowing or both, Dean doesn’t reply, but he does pull out his phone-

-and puts it to his ear, a second passes, and Sam’s phone rings-

-waits for Dean to hang up, before he pulls out his own phone from his pocket and goes to his missed calls, where he saves the newest addition- Alright…

So, this is goodbye then? -bites his lip, being horrible at it and really not wanting to let him go, but there’s nothing he can say that would change Dean’s mind, he knows as much-

..No. This is not goodbye Sam, I will return.

-releases a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and nods- Good.