“He’s our friend, too, Dean. I’d die for him. I would.


sam & cas → then & now


→sam’s cas smile

cas learning that humans are supposed to have a certain amount of positive touches a day to stay happy and getting very concerned for sam, constantly trying to hold his hand and pet him until eventually sam is like

“cas it’s okay, you don’t need to touch me, i’m fine”

“but you are sad all the time. maybe you would be happier if you had a hug. do you need a hug, sam?”


“do you want one?”