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January 24, 2025
On the day Dean Winchester had turned 35, it felt weird. It felt off.
But the day he turned 45, he could feel something wrong in his bones. Like there were forces at work that didn’t like it. Things below the ground screaming in outrage. Wheels within wheels turning in the heavens. Like things the world had expected to happen, all the things they had killed, stopped or changed, all angrily throwing themselves up against glass at the same time.
If a smile could be sarcastic and pitying at the same time, Sam Winchester had perfected it as he listened to him go on. “You’re being ridiculous.”
crying and laughing at the same time. Fucking tears but I’m smiling what are you doing to me
Fuck, I almost cried. Damn you boys.
anything. ‘Cause
THIS.IS.THE.PERFECT.ENDING I’ll