I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn’t do anything about it ‘cause I didn’t believe it. And now I’m dreaming about that tree, about our house, and about some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that’s where it all started, man, this has to mean something, right?
— Supernatural, 1.09 Home
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WINCEST WEDNESDAYS:
— a weekly wincest fest running through the month of october 2023.
are you ready to get 🎃 spooky 🎃 with sam and dean? halloween season is approaching, and we're more excited than dean with a pile of candy on the passenger seat! the goal of this event is to have a month-long celebration of the things we love about wincest, this time with some seasonal flare. 👻🍬
event info —
there are two prompts to choose from for each date, leaving you the choice of which to complete.
you are free to make as many fills as you want, so using both prompts is encouraged!
each set of prompts will be open to your interpretation– there are no wrong answers.
this event accepts any contribution, including gifsets, photo edits, video edits, fanmixes, fic, meta, rec lists adhering to your chosen prompt… anything you feel inspired to create.
contributions must be new, meaning they were created for this event.
contributions will be reblogged every wednesday and thursday throughout october. late submissions are accepted and will be reblogged the next wednesday.
every post must mention us (@wincestwednesdays) and be tagged #wincest and #wincest wednesday.
— and whether you're drawn more to tricks or treats, make sure you have fun. 🦇
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You know, when we were little — and you couldn't been more than five — you just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you, "Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know." I just wanted you to be a kid… Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you… Keep you safe… Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job… I had one job… And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry. I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do? Sammy. God. What am I supposed to do? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!
DEAN WINCHESTER
2.22 All Hell Breaks Loose Part 2
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