Sometimes it hits Dean hard, how much he loves Sam.
Harder than too much tequila, harder than Led Zeppelin IV, harder than a salt round. It reminds him of that Stephen King flick where Christopher Walken puts his hand on someone and finds out everything about them, only for him it would be this paralyzing crush of —
Shh, go to bed, Sammy.
The look on Sam’s face when he was just drifting off to sleep while Dean read Goodnight, Moon and how the story wasn’t done until Dean said “Goodnight, Sam.”
This stupid squeaky red thing he played with in the tub, and how he would squeak it at Dean until Dean cracked up.
Making that stupid sunbeam costume for the school play.
Standing up at the school play and whistling like Sam had scored the winning touchdown.
Cereal for dinner and warmed-up Chinese takeout for breakfast. Pop-Tarts and Snickers bars and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
Did you have a bad dream? It’s okay, Sammy.
Keeping all the lies straight. Dad’s a salesman, a superhero, a figment of our imagination and he’s coming home soon, you’ll see.
Staying up all night together watching late-night monster movie marathons while Sam hid his face under Dean’s arm.
Pretending to be asleep in the car when Sam checked to see if he was asleep before he laid on him instead of on his pillows, when Dad said they were too old for that sorta thing.
Walking him to school, every day. Rain, snow, black ice on the road, storm warnings or even stupidly-happy sunshine, it didn’t matter.
Narrow sidewalk, wide path… didn’t matter. Like two jungle cats let out of captivity for the first time, all the time, pacing the same motel-sized space around each other for the rest of eternity and not knowing that it was different for most people.
Making Sammy his first gun and almost crying. Why? Why did Sammy have to hunt? Dean could hunt for both of them.
But, man, that gun was fucking perfect. The best gun Dean ever made. With “SW” carved into the grip.
Dean remembered the initials because another hunter tried to make off with it once, and when Dean caught up with him, it took Dad and three other hunters to pull him off.
God if he could carve it into himself.
Don’t say that, that’s stupid.
It’s already carved in, has been for a long time.
When Sam had his first real hunt, his first real hit, Dad said to get him a beer, the way Dean had gotten a beer after his. Dean took him out for a milkshake.
How he didn’t know what “homesick” meant until Sam was gone. Couldn’t’ve told anybody how that felt. How he heard Sam’s voice sometimes when Sam wasn’t there, how he could’ve sworn Sam was squished up against when he was watching a movie by himself. How even when it had been months, it felt like that first night.
That one Springsteen song that talks about someone taking a dull knife and cutting “a six-inch valley through the middle of my soul” and it was about some chick..
But Dean thought, “Sam.”
A six-inch valley doesn’t seem so much these days.
Looking at his profile as he falls asleep, then… now… hell, yesterday and thinking
I’d stay awake to stand guard.
I’d shiver to keep you warm.
I’d starve to keep you fed.
I’d bleed to keep you safe.
I’d kill anyone to spare your life.
I’d die to get you back.
Man, if Dean ever meets someone who can lay psychic hands on him?
“Martha Jones. Sure she helped The Doctor out a lot, but that was only on the rare occasion when she wasn’t whining about how he doesn’t love her. Seriously, just shut up. 10 belongs with Rose not you. It was obvious very early on that he was not into you. You should have just stopped moaning about how The Doctor doesn’t like you and appreciated the fact that he even let you come with him.
13. Rose and 10 are my otp, but I have to go with Amy. Rose helped The Doctor become more kind, but Amy motherfucking Pond is just bad-ass. She never just sat around in dangerous situations waiting for The Doctor to save her. She is probably the strongest female character on Doctor Who. “
That first paragraph makes me want to punch the screen.
A summation of what is wrong with certain bits of fandom 101
-Amy snogged with the Doctor when she was engaged/jokes about it: nothing
-Rose abandoned Mickey/slirted with the Doctor in front of him/was in love: O MY GOD SO ROMANTIC
-Martha was in love with the Doctor, and didn’t know about his past at all, yet stuck by him: OMG fuck off bitch he’s Rose’s.
“You should have just stopped moaning about how The Doctor doesn’t like you and appreciated the fact that he even let you come with him. “
I think some people who hate Martha Jones just haven’t experienced unrequited love. Always knowing that no matter what you do, no matter how awesome you are, he’s always thinking about someone “prettier, blonder, and some how better than you.” When you fancy someone, seriously, it’s not just going to go away in a quick second just because said person hints at not wanting anything serious. Their smile is still going to make your knees feel like jelly and every word out of their mouth is going to melt you. You just keeping hoping that maybe, just maybe, he’ll change his mind. But no, he keeps mentioning her. So before you’re so quick to judge, think about her feelings. Put yourself in her shoes as she stares at this incredible man who sometimes leads her on and sometimes completely disses her. Don’t just jump in with “OMG who is dis Martha whore, Ten is Rose’s back off loser.” etc. Even when people say she was whiny, etc. while traveling with the Doctor and before she got over him, I disagree. She was awesome all around at all times and acted completely normal for her situation, she only got more awesome once she realized the Doctor was blind at that particular time and moved on. (I understand that there are other reasons for disliking her but I’m just tackling this one because it annoys me the most. I’m not trying to start anything, not in the mood for a reblog war, I just want to express my feelings.)
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