sam made a thing!!!!!!

okay but how funny would it be if, after all this build up, Sam is the one to use the grenade launcher

A little something something in honour of Jared-in-tight-Tshirts day

“Jesus, Sammy,” says Dean, “did that shrink in the wash?” It wouldn’t be the first time. Laundromats are always a slightly unstable quantity. Dean’s lost all kinds of beloved clothing over the years. (The Stanford T-shirt Sam mailed him during his first semester at college. A vintage Iron Maiden tour T-shirt he’d picked up for cents at a Goodwill in Philly. Shreds of pink satin, six months after Rhonda Hurley, pulled and pocketed surreptitious from a malfunctioning machine outside Cleveland.) 

Sam looks down at his chest, at the logo straining tight across the taut-pulled fabric. “No-oo?” he says. Dean raises an eyebrow. 

Two patches of pink blossom rosy over Sam’s cheekbones. “I went shopping,” he says, “the other weekend. In Kansas City. When I went to see that film.” 

“Yeah,” says Dean, carefully neutral. 

“Well,” says Sam. “The sales assistant. Uh. I did think it was a little tight but.” He rubs a hand over the back of his neck. The movement tugs the T-shirt even tighter, emphasising the curved lines of Sam’s pecs, the rounded swell of his bicep. “Threw it in half-price,” he mumbles. “Said it would be a shame.” 

Dean’s amused, mostly. Sammy’s taste in clothes is… idiosyncratic. He can’t imagine his brother in the kind of boutique that might sell him something like this. He tries to picture her, the salesgirl, heart-eyed over this big scruffy scarecrow. She was probably tiny, tiny and glamorous and young. 

“Lady-killer,” he says. 

Sam turns pinker, looks up to meet Dean’s eye. Aw, Sammy, Dean wants to say. He doesn’t quite understand how Sam can still be so clueless around women, so surprised every time he gets hit on. And it doesn’t sound like this chick was trying too hard to be subtle. Half-price. 

Then, “Who says it was a lady?” Sam says, and Dean’s world tilts a little bit sideways. The tiny blonde saleswoman in his head dissolves, resolving into a hard-bodied, chisel-chinned dude, a guy looking Sam up and down as he twists in the mirror. This isn’t. Dean doesn’t.

He blinks at his brother, open-mouthed, but Sam’s already shrugging, looking away. “Yeah, I don’t know. You’re right, it’s… I’ll go take it off.”

“Hey, no,” Dean says without thinking, his own cheeks heated now, tingling-flush with an indefinable anxiety. “Leave it, Sam. It looks good.” 

Sam wrinkles his nose. 

“Really,” Dean says. His eyes skitter again over Sam’s chest, the breadth of his shoulders, the veins that twist down his arms. “You look good,” he says.

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Happy birthday to the most beautiful person on the planet @waxversic

I love you so much darling,, I’d honestly be dead without you and I can’t wait to visit you soon,, I hope your day is filled with magic and love and sweets and many hugs and kisses. Te amo mi girasol 🌻🌻🌻

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I made a little compilation

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I’m as happy to see him as you are, ‘cause while you may be able to withstand my snapping apart your body joint by joint, can you watch it happen to Dean?

My Reaction to the Incubi Beach Episode

James

Originally posted by lillyonthevalley

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

**has sinful thoughts**

Erik

Originally posted by kaaatana

Originally posted by aazhk

(MY BAE IS SO WET HOLY SHIT. **proceeds to have more sinful thoughts**)

Sam

Originally posted by ay-yuruyusu

Originally posted by whosgotascar

(DAMN HE’S RIPPED **EVEN MORE SINFUL THOUGHTS**)

Matthew

Originally posted by la-vida-con-rock-lml

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

(HE IS SO FUCKING CUTE I SWEAR TO GOD THIS SINNAMON ROLL)

Damien

Originally posted by nalukima

(HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE MY PRECIOUS SON. I DON’T WANNA BANG HIM, C’MON!! >////<)

All of the Incubaes

Originally posted by marcys-mareep

Originally posted by ba1n3s

Originally posted by sailorscoutsforever

(THEY ARE ALL ADORABLE, DAMN IT)