#No but I love this #Because the clothes are so Dean #You can just imagine they found this old run-down house to camp out in #and he was looking around and demon proofing it #and he found this guitar #and just kinda sat down and started to play #and Sam stumbles upon him just singing and playing a guitar #and it looks so NORMAL #and he looks to peaceful for a change #so he doesn’t say anything and just stands in the doorway #listening to his big brother sing #the same songs he’d put him to sleep with when they were kids
ughuhgufh you know that feeling where you want someone SO BAD like not even in a sexual way like you just want to touch their skin and hug them and feel their warmth and smell their scent and feel how soft their hair is and look into their eyes and hear their voice and soak in their presence like it’s physically impossible to have them by your side but you need it so bad like you just want them to be yours you want them physically there for you
Just before nightfall I decided to take a walk outside. The sky was low, enveloping any object in its reach. It formed a dull, purplish haze - like nothing I’d seen before. The streets were empty. Not a single soul was out. It was oddly peaceful - imagining I was the only one left.