In silence that could be broken by a mere breath
the love that saved so much of me withers away
With long hair as if to hide the tears
even you who I should have been able to see
vanished in the morning mist…

pennyshipswincest:

You guys what if at the end of The French Mistake they couldn’t get back and they had to stay as Jared and Jensen and they have to learn to live like that. To become them. But they can’t. And Jared is still married and Jensen isn’t. He goes home to his house every night by himself. And he starts to miss Sam even though he sees him most days. He misses SAM. Misses what they were. And he goes to “Jareds” house (has to learn to call him that and it makes him sick to his stomach) and he watches him with Gen. How hard Sam is trying to be this person for Gen, how it’s tearing him apart. And they still go running in the morning, Dean meets him in the garden of Jareds mansion and hands him a water bottle and Sam smiles. And maybe he sees Gen watching them from the window and she looks at Dean with something in her eyes that makes him feel guilty and shame. Makes his skin crawl. And maybe Dean finds it hard to sleep most nights. It’s too quiet and his bed is too soft and he can’t hear Sam beside him (feels something like jealousy and pushes it down). And maybe he starts to rent out motel rooms just so he can sleep. It feels familiar and he watches the empty bed across from him in some vain hope his brother will be there and then realises Sam isn’t his brother now, not really. And he thinks he should find some girls to fuck because he could. He COULD. Instead he drinks a bottle of whiskey and calls Jared. Jared he thinks, and laughs until he cries. Sam picks up the phone after two rings, whispers “Dean?” and Deans heartbreaks. Starts begging like a fucking idiot. Begs Sam to please come see him. Please. And Sam does. Knocks on the motel door and Dean feels it happen like a ticking clock. Like pieces of a puzzle slotting together. They stand across from each other and Dean mutters “We can now” and Sam says “What?” he looks angry, frustrated. Dean can feel it hanging in the air. What this thing is between them. Can smell Sams skin and deodrant. Could probably smell his wife off him. Dean looks up. Makes a decision. Makes the decision he should have made a long time again, says again with purpose “We can now, Sammy” watches Sams jaw clench, his hands fist, watches his brother walk toward him. In a motel room. In a motel room. And they are not who they are meant to be. Dean winchester kisses his brother for the first time. And his brother kisses him back.

When someone types “Your welcome” instead of “You’re welcome.”

sodamnrelatable:

BITCH, I DON’T OWN A WELCOME.

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