lookingoutformybrother:

#okay okay but this is their last goodbye#dean doesn’t know if he’ll come back#and if he does come back he doesn’t know if he’ll be dean anymore#he walks up those stairs to what for all he knows might be his own execution#literal or metaphorical#so he looks at sam one last time#forces out that reassuring smile#that big brother nod#the one he’s been giving sam his whole life#and sam just looks up at him#just like he’s been doing his whole life#and maybe he is a bit reassured to see that part of dean there#the big brother one#despite the blade#but deep down he is just freaking scared#but he looks up at dean#a little brother again trying to believe that his brother will make everything alright (via jayspadalecki)

jacklesnet:

After the tour, it’s time to taste. Jensen sets me up with a flight
that includes the Hamilton Pale Ale, the Fox Rye Lager (named after a
wild fox that roams the property), and the Hall and Oats Brown. All are
to my liking, with the pale ale standing out for its bright flavor.
Jensen also has me sample the barrel-aged Grackle, an imperial stout
stored in a Garrison Brothers whiskey barrel. Its finish knocks my socks
off.

As I sip my beers, Jensen tells me the brewery’s origin story. He and
his brother-in-law were making “terrible, terrible beers” when he was
asked to store a friend’s more advanced brewing kit. “Gino and I started
tinkering with it,” he says, “and just the joy of getting your hands
dirty and seeing the result and being able to share it with your
friends—”

“And they’re not getting sick,” Danneel interjects, laughing.

“Yeah, you’re not killing your friends—I think that whole process is really what bit Gino and me, as far as the bug.”

They considered opening a brewery in California, but then the
Ackleses moved to Austin three years ago. They thought about calling
their new venture the Grackle—a combination of Graul and Ackles—but then
learned a bar in East Austin was already called that. [📄]