this mob psycho shit gets serious
thinking about how Sam could stop hunting things, but never stopped helping people. how in his sophomore year, when Brady seemed to be losing his way, Sam put all of his own shit on hold to help someone else get back up. even a demon had to be a bit admired by how good a friend he was. and thinking about Sam’s good deeds never went unpunished.
dean is the kind of guy who watches fight club, completely misses the point and thinks tyler is the coolest man dude, but sam is like you know what? no. i’m not saying anything. i’m saving that conversation for when he really pisses me off. then he’ll see. then i’ll ruin fight club for him.
they have brunch every saturday
She could be faking.
tumblr is full of phrases that we are all so desensitized to that they're just normal, but if you say it to a person in real life its so funny to them its a one-hit insta kill
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