Tag: i need this

transgendersam:

Michael looked down at the pathetic creature while his vessel tried  to scream out and reach the other one. He only had to expend a fraction of his power–a fraction of a fraction, due to his true vessel–to hold Sam Winchester down. Sam struggled against his invisible bonds, but it was useless.

Inside him, his vessel pounded at him, enraged by the disdain Michael felt for Sam. “What was the point of this little adventure?” Michael asked. 

“I know you,” Sam said.

Michael laughed. He gave the mortal a brief taste of his true power–wings of light, rings orbiting like satellites, the bloom of flowers growing from multiple dimensions, and several concepts too complex for the human brain. 

It should have made Sam cower. It should have made him wet himself, submitting to madness. At the very least, he should have averted his eyes.

Sam didn’t look away. Inside Michael, his vessel went quiet.

“You don’t know me,” Michael said, tucking his wings away. What he felt was not fear. It couldn’t be. “You cannot hope to know me. Even as I destroy you, you will not know me.”

Sam smiled and cocked his head. His vessel recoiled at the sight. “Look me in the eyes,” Sam said. “I do know you.”

Sam’s words compelled Michael to look, and upon searching Sam’s soul, he felt genuine shock. The creature staring out at him from within this weak, withered human, this pathetic mortal wearing itself thin out of idiocy, was almost as old as he was. Had lived for a millennium.

“How?”

Sam rolled his shoulders, straining against his bonds. “I lived with you and your brother in the furthest pit in hell, where time doesn’t exist. You ripped me apart and pieced me back together more times than I can count. I saw you, Michael. I knew you better than your own brother did. And I am not afraid of you.”

Michael recoiled when Sam stood, shaking off his restraints. No. It was impossible. It was all impossible. “I know every piece of you,” Sam continued. He looked past Michael’s gaze, staring directly at his brother while he spoke to Michael with cold determination. “I know how to destroy you.”

holdmesamthatwasbeautiful:

John doesn’t know why the lady across the counter at
the gas station goes a little pale when he says: “If you’d ring it up quickly
that’d be great, ‘cause me and my boys are in a bit of a hurry.”

Impatience claws at him when she glances out the window
at the Impala. “Those are your sons?” she asks, faintly.

John follows her gaze. Dean’s in the front seat reading
a map, Sam’s slouching moodily in the backseat. Nothing is out of the ordinary,
and John says tightly: “Yeah. Now, if we could hurry this up?”

Her eyes flicker over to John’s for only a moment, and
there’s something in her eyes. Fear perhaps; John sees fear in everyone’s eyes these
days, but this just might be pity,
and John glares at her as she hands him his change.

“God bless you all,” is the last thing she says, and
John must stop himself from rolling his eyes.

Fuck, he’s
happy to leave these bible belt states, even if it’s for a wendigo in North
Dakota.

John doesn’t know that she’s seen his boys before.

He doesn’t know that just the night before, his boys
had wandered into the same gas station with Dean’s arm possessively slung over
Sam’s shoulder. He doesn’t know that Dean had bought Sam ice-cream; doesn’t
know that Dean had kissed Sam’s pink mouth right there in front of her; doesn’t
know the smug smirk on Dean’s face as he’d made Sammy blush prettily beneath fluorescent
lights.

John doesn’t know that she’d cooed over them and asked
how long they’d been together.

John doesn’t know that Sam had gazed dreamily up at
Dean and said: “Since forever.”