me: Remember when Dean laughed?
Freedent is a length of rope. God wants you to hang yourself with it.
Things to Cry Over This Week:
Connor Temple and Captain Becker are planning a surprise for Castiel.
I don’t even know how this is going to go let’s find out shall we okay good ready start go.
“Only you, Temple.” Becker shook his head. “Only you go through an anomaly and find an angel on the other side.”
“What?” The scientist exclaimed, a hint of a grin edging up on his mouth. “You have to admit, it’s pretty cool.” Connor reached forward a finger to poke the soldier’s arm, and the other man leaned back, a perturbed look on his face.
“Did you just try and poke me?”
“There’s an angel, Becker. In the ARC.”
He couldn’t help it. An amused light flickered in the man’s eyes and the ghost of a smile traced across his lips. “I suppose that would make him an ARC angel.”
By the look on Connor’s face, the pun hadn’t occurred to him. His expression was stuck between two things - one, absolute amusement at the pun and two, the anger that he hadn’t come across the joke first.
Dean isn’t laughing at his own raunchy joke here. He’s not just amused. Entertained. Faking the hell out of it. He’s not even snickering to himself at Sam’s reaction to the latest prank.
Think about it.
You have been trained like a soldier your entire life with two principles in mind: Kill the evil sons of bitches. Protect Sammy. Protect Sammy. Protect Sammy. Protect Sammy protect Sammy protect Sammy you are nothing if you fail at this it is your job don’t fucking screw this up Dean like you screw everything else up this is important PROTECT YOUR BROTHER ABOVE ALL ELSE.
Sammy dies. On your watch. Right in front of you. Multiple times.
Now, you’re so jaded that seeing him die isn’t the world-shattering thing it once was. Because you know he’ll come back, whether he wants to or not. But you still tell those fucking hunters to kill you, because whatever is happening to Sammy on the other side, he will not do it alone.
And you wake up here.
In this place, there is no pain. No hunters shooting at you point-blank. No monsters. No demons. No angels. No people to save. No people to lose. When the sense of peace hits you, you’re confused for a few moments; you have never felt this before. Not even once.
You see him.
Young. Before his innocence was ruined, before he died, drank demon blood, killed things, knew things, watched you fail over and over again. Before he was just as broken as you think you’ve always been.
He smiles at you. Holds up fireworks.
You watch his face, lit up with rainbow colors that flicker over the features you now only know from memories - there aren’t any photos. Too dangerous, too trackable. Sammy is laughing, like he never laughs anymore.
He hugs you. You feel his heartbeat against your chest. Feel him breathing. He laughs again, wild abandon, runs off to jump and dance and holler under those fireworks, and you feel your face do something odd and you realize you are smiling, because fuck if this isn’t what you want, the only thing you have ever fucking wanted, just Sammy safe and happy and rid of that eternal weight on his shoulders.
Then the gunshots sound.
And you remember.
And he’s gone.