“I’m telling you,” Isaac continued, “Augustus Waters talked so much that he’d interrupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.”
Just imagine how many times in his life he’s told Sam ’alright, time for bed’, how many times he carried his brother to his bed and tucked him to sleep. Even when Sam is in his twenties, this is the most natural thing for Dean to do.
At first he turns around by instinct, because someone called his name. But then you can actually see him looking to (his) right, considering for a second, then back at Marie, Marie just called him ‘Dean’, and he suddenly realizes that. For Marie, Dean is a hero, a legend, someone to write about and sing about, and she recognizes him, as Dean, as the hero.
harry was literally born to be a performer. he was made for the stage, for the lights, for crowds. his voice is made to fill stadiums, for studios, and i’m so glad to live in the era of one direction and get to watch him shine.