Tag: 12×22

caranfindel:

This look. This “we’re doing this Butch and Sundance style” look. This “I may never see you again but we’re going out with a bang” look. This “yes, you’re a lunatic and I love you” look. This “we’re writing the end of our own story” look. This look gives me life.

amal-albuloshia:

You lied to me. I was a kid. You promised you’d keep me safe. And then you make a deal with Azazel. Yeah, it saved Dad’s life, but I’ll tell you something else that happened. Because on November 2, 1983, old Yellow Eyes came waltzing in to Sammy’s room because of your deal. You left us. Alone.‘Cause Dad was just a shell. His perfect wife? Gone. Our perfect Mom, the perfect family… was gone. And I…I had to be…more than just a brother. I had to be a father and I had to be a mother, to keep him safe. And that wasn’t fair. And I couldn’t do it. And you wanna know what that was like?

Sam Winchester: Guys it’s all my fault. I worked with the British Men of Letters. I suck.
Also Sam Winchester: *through his endless strength of will and persistent belief in choice and just treatment for all, converted the single British Man of Letters with whom he worked closely, Mick Davies; was so inspiring that his actions were a catalyst for Mick making his own brave (and ultimately tragic) choice to stand up to his own superiors*
Sam Winchester: All my fault. So sorry.