So I Was Looking Through Caps And I Just Noticed That The Toothbrush Sam Uses In Mystery Spot:

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)

nothing can change that. make sense? insp.

Super!dramaTV Supernatural S4 promo clip [x]

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.

T. Wade: “My chihuahuas can’t survive if they’re not together. Just like Jared and Jensen!”

(an excuse to post some more of my favorite J2 pictures)

another fun fact: there’s a deleted scene in s10 where demon!dean offers his blood for sam to drink if sam agrees to untie him - “we both know how much you used to like it, ain’t that right, sammy?” 

Winchesters + autumn colors

8x01 || 11x23 || 12x22

My favourite type of brother hug is when Dean asks for it.

[insp.]

Okay I’m trash I’m crying over Jared Padalecki and his hair and his hair in a man bun

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