Nothing Can Change That. Make Sense? Insp.

When they were kids, a woman at the park once smiled and told Dean that Sammy was likely to live forever, because as long as Dean was around Death would be afraid to touch him.

Oh if only she knew

body terror song // sam winchester

Random J2 moments, yet again!

1. This photo (cut in two here) that we all know and love and that I’m including even though it’s probably suuuper over-posted:

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Peek-a-boo!

2. This ‘baby Js partying it up’ moment from the olden days (you know, that time Jared also poured champagne into Jensen’s mouth):

3. Oh look! Another ‘baby Js’ throwback! Let’s put our heads together and really think this through...

4. The Js and their zero personal space...that time when Jared was so close to Jensen that he ended up kicking Jensen’s microphone up into his face when he was crossing and uncrossing his legs:

5. Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t this when Jensen was filming him? Jared, you tease: 😏

6. J2 ‘out-on-the-town’ date night photos:

7. Super-smitten Jared!

8. Lol, taking no-personal-space to an even more intense level: (who’s surprised by this, though? No one? Me neither)

9. This rousing game of ping-pong:

(posting a pt. 2 because there were way too many I wanted to include in this but couldn’t)

Wait what i missed something that was important wincest please help and explain with specificity.

ok so a poet, richard siken, that writes AMAZING poetry wrote a poem called ‘crush’ and the poem was basically wincest. today the author told everyone that the show actually hadnt aired until after he wrote his book ‘crush’. then after he published it, he actually got fanmail from eric kripke (??) and eric said he based the brothers with the poem and added parallels with the poem. 

basically saying wincest has always been canon since eric based them off gay lovers. 

like an excerpt from some of his poems are:

““You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.” “

and 

“Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.” \

‘Supernatural’ Stars Jensen, Jared And Misha Cover Shoot Tour | Entertainment Weekly

Maybe it ends bloody. Maybe this time Sam and Dean don’t bounce back, maybe this time when they die they know that there’s no coming back. But they’ve done what they had to, and they did it together, and now they’re dying but they’re doing that together too, broken bones and bleeding lips and bruised skin, bloody hands reaching for each other, victorious and vindicated and yet exhausted, bone-tired and hurting – but always, always, needing each other, always reaching for each other, for comfort, for warmth, for love, for small smiles and last words, bitch and jerk, one last time, one final time.

Maybe it ends painful. Maybe one of them dies before the other, and there’s nothing that can be done about it. Maybe it’s Sam, and Dean wants nothing more than to follow, to leave the heroics to someone else, because Sammy’s gone and nothing matters, and what is the point of saving a world that doesn’t have Sam in it? But he carries on, and he does it, because it’s what Sam would want, and when all is said and done–

But maybe it’s Dean who dies first, and Sam’s the one left behind, damaged beyond repair, soul screaming as it’s ripped in half, but he doesn’t give up, not just yet, not before he’s done saving the world, every single oblivious soul in it who will never know what Dean has done for them, what Sam has given up for them. But he carries on, and he does it, because it’s what Dean would want, and when all is said and done–

They follow each other into the dark.

Maybe it ends peaceful. Maybe they do what they have to, and they struggle through all the pain and misery and exhaustion and savagery of it, side by side, leaning on each other. But then it’s done, and then, maybe, Dean smiles at Sam and holds up the car keys, and Sam smiles back, and they get in the Impala and Dean drives them away, somewhere so far off that no one will ever find them again. And maybe they grow old there, and die quietly and painlessly in their sleep, and maybe they don’t – but whatever happens, they remain endlessly by each other’s side.

Maybe it ends happy. Maybe they save the world, and they emerge intact on the other side of the fight, and they don’t lose too much, and most importantly, they don’t lose each other. Maybe they remain in the bunker, and help out everyone who comes their way, and teach and train everyone who needs it. Maybe they extend their home to others, to those who need it for as long as they want to stay, and they are always welcome to come and to go and to come again. Maybe they allow themselves to grow content, to become happy, to stop waiting for the next catastrophe, to live. And maybe they become legendary not just for what they’ve done, but because they’ve lived to tell the tale, living proof that sometimes, happy endings exist for people like them.

But no matter how it ends, they never leave each other’s sides. Me and you, come whatever and we’re stronger together than apart and if we die, we do that together, too. 

There is nothing, past or present, that I would ever put in front of you, and there ain’t no me if there ain’t no you, and the two of us against the world. 

I’m not leaving you, ever, and I need him, and he needs me.

Psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent.

Because in the end, the only thing they know is this:

All that matters, all that’s ever mattered, is that we’re together.

J2 and their secret usually dirty whispers ♥

Jensen: “I don’t share well.”

Jared: “He doesn’t.”

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Jensen: “He’s covered in glitter! Who was wearing glitter and rubbing his face??

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Jared: “So if anyone has [a nassau blue corvette, I will gladly road trip with you wherever you want to go!”

Jensen (immediately afterward on the first thing he would do if he ruled the world): “Destroy all the nassau corvettes. Especially the blue ones.”

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Jared (after a fan asked him to take his shirt off and he said ‘no’): “Pants, maybe...”

Jensen (psychic communication): ‘NOT GONNA HAPPEN IN A TRILLION YEARS.’

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Jensen: “Who are you kissing??”

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(Despite having posted 96% of these previously, I just had to put them together in a new little compilation because it never...NEVER gets old. I had so many more I wanted to include, too, but I already couldn’t even fit all the GIFS for the moments I did use, so...part 2? Yeeeeaahhh. Almost definitely.)

i love you so much