When I told you I loved you, good Jesus, I meant it
Now your legs look like firecrackers
Yeah, no, shit, you’re not breathing, but man I can feel you inside!
Don’t waste away, under the ground
Cause I’m wasting away, under the ground
As in, Sam/Dean. Together.
You don’t, I say, you don’t owe me squat, let’s just get going, let’s just get gone, but he’s
relentless, keeps saying I owe you, says Your shoes are filling with your own damn blood,
you must want something, just tell me, and it’s yours.
But I can’t look at him, can hardly speak
I want to tell you the story about two brothers – one of them was tall, and the other was handsome. They loved each other and betrayed each other, but the story is not about the war. It’s about love so powerful and strong that was enough to beat pestilence, and Death, and the devil itself. About two people who shared life not only on earth, but on heaven and hell, who were always with each other during the long never-ending road. What about the end you will ask? They lived happily ever after and didn’t die at any of the days
holy shit sammy what are you even doing I can’t stop laughing your the sexual focus you have on your brother here