But think about Boy King Sam in a hundred years, a thousand years.
Hunters whispering dark tales of one of their own who got compromised, don’t dare raising their voices while talking about him, because He will send his Knight, and the Knight is said to stop at nothing to fulfill his King’s orders.
When they talk about what to hunt and where to be careful, He’s who they think about, without even mentioning it. The Boy King, a legend, a myth, just enough cruelty and blood on his name to make them back off.
They tell stories at the darkest hour of night, about a young man with a crown made of white bone, about his descend into hell and his rise to power. About his desperate brother and his failure to ever bring him back, about how instead of saving him he fell under his spell instead, and till this day, he’s his most loyal servant.
Be afraid of the dark, they say, you know who’s out there.
Remember how big of an asshole Dean was when he was a demon? And how his love for Sammy couldn’t even overcome it? Now just imagine how profound Meg’s feelings for Cas had to be in order for her to admit that she fell in love with him and that he was her Unicorn