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how about i stab you in the chest
There’s too much blood and they both know it. This is it. No more redos, no more reset buttons. Dean looks over at where Sam’s sprawled on the ground three feet away. He can barely breathe, ribs skewering his insides, and all he can taste is blood and bile. But he can still see Sammy. Even if Sam can’t see him.
His baby brother’s hazel eyes are slowing but surely glazing over.
Dean feels it coming, the dark, it’s eating away at the corners of his eyes and his mind. He searches for something to say, anything, everything in this last moment, but all he manages to cough out is one, final, single word.
Sam laughs and it’s wet, hacking, his last breath.
“Jerk,” he replies and they both know, sure as anything, that what they’re really saying is “I love you” and “See you soon.”
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I don’t know why I’m reblogging this… I feel horrible promoting cruelty… its like I’m spreading some disease that causes tears and massive holes in one’s chest
if leonardo dicaprio doesnt win an oscar for great gatsby i will run a bitch over
Reblogging every time because of the tags.
The eye color changes depending on your background.
MY MIND IS BLOWN
holy shit it looks amazing with my background
REBLOG: go to your blog and click the egg to see what hatches
I got Sonic the Hedgehog.
Sonic the Hedgehog.
Maybe I cracked the egg too fast.
if this picture of me gets 14 million notes ill do a thing
the amount of notes is actually kind of scary though
we dont even know what the thing will be
or if this guy was serious in the first place
we just want to find out I guess?
this was made 11 hours ago how
what did he do to manufacture those notes im so confused
just fuckin reblog it so he can do the thing and i can sleep at night