rosworms:

canonsoulmates:

constantly torn between if i want to believe sam is a lightweight and gets tipsy with a couple of beers or if he can handle the strongest whiskey without a second thought

how about a sam who thinks he can handle the strongest whiskey without a second thought and gets hammered every fucking time…

“i drank, like, half the bottle. i’m a fucking badass.” sam tips off the barstool, crashing to the floor before dean can catch him. 

the older brother looks to the bartender with wide eyes and the bartender shakes his head while mouthing “two shots…”

holdmesamthatwasbeautiful:

constantly torn between wanting sam to love himself,
to feel pure and clean and worthy and good aaaand wanting him to go so fucking dark, to give in to his abilities, stop
being ashamed of who he is and what he can do and just let go, seize the throne
that is rightfully his and make the world tremble at his feet with dean by his
side who’s thrumming with pride and
respect for his dangerously powerful brother