14×07 Coda: Beanstalks

goodfemalecharacters:

Destiel, Sam and Rowena hanging out.  1.5 k

Sam feels wrung out, like he can’t even summon one last drop of emotion about this latest failure.  Instead, he watches, numb, as Jack’s chest rises and falls at increasingly ragged intervals.

It feels like sitting across from Dean in a ratty motel room as the clock wound down, two days from the end, already imagining the way a hellhound’s claws would sound on the linoleum.  It feels like demon blood in emptied-out milk cartons and the Horsemen’s rings digging into his palms.

Inevitable.  Permanent.

Except not really, because neither of those endings had ever really been the end.  Sam can’t help but think that this really is it.

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” Rowena says.

Dean and Cas have long since vanished into another corner of the bunker.  Sam can’t help but think that his brother is looking for one of the bottles of ridiculously expensive whiskey that Crowley stashed in various weird places around the bunker.  As for Cas—well.  He hopes he’s going to angelically clean out Dean’s liver afterwards.

“No, wait.”

She pauses in the doorway, one hand resting on the doorframe.  Sam has been meaning to talk to her for weeks now, but things have been a bit crazy lately.  This time is as good as any.

“We need to talk.”

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cuddlemonsterdean:

family man
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dean-centric 14×03 coda. please check AO3 link for additional tags!

You’re just like him.

In that moment, it had felt like nothing could be worse. But at
least the pain of those words was sharp and quick, and got him out of
his spiral. A punch that he couldn’t exactly roll with, as it cut to
deep for that, but the hits stopped coming after Michael hurt you. He hurt me too.

He did get punched in the face a couple times right after. But he deserved that anyway.

The
pain at home is different. More like being submerged all over again,
and every time he reaches the surface, spluttering and gasping, the next
wave comes, powerful and acidic.

Every time he gets order into
his kitchen, puts stuff back where it belongs so a spike of anxiety
doesn’t shoot through his chest when he reaches for the salt only to
find its space empty, someone goes and messes it up again. Because there
are so many people here now, people he doesn’t know. And they either don’t notice there’s order to the place or don’t care.

Dean’s not an authority figure to them, that’s Sam. No one listens when Dean tells them himself. And everything is so goddamn messy.
Dean cleans the counters, and then an hour later there’s crumbs again.
Rings of water where someone put down a glass that was too full.

And then some stuff is just gone.

Someone raided Dean’s stack of tiny marshmallows that he’d hid behind the canned peaches.

Dean checks his emergency food supplies, and they’ve either been moved or thrown away.

His favorite spatula has a distinct burn mark.

Other people are cooking in his kitchen now, making food that Sam eats, doing everything wrong, and Dean hates it.

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hamburgergod:

semirahrose:

Sam and Cas talking to each other and being honest about their mental states is just the nicest thing. Thank you season 14 for showing us them being their supportive, compassionate, kind selves and watching out for each other.

loved this especially because sam and cas are the only ones in the metaphorical room who’s gone through so much together that only they really understand where each other’s state of mind is right now and know the right things to say to each other when they’ve lost one of the trio 

ghostwinchesters:

all i need is to remember, what it was to feel alive

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14.01 coda || sam hasn’t slept in well over a day, and castiel tries to change that (this is probably largely @transsammywinchester​‘s fault ¯_(ツ)_/¯)

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“Sam… you need sleep.”

A hand rests on his shoulder. “Wha–?” Sam stops staring at table and blinks slowly, focusing on Cas, who’s standing next to him and looking down at him with a concerned squint. He hasn’t really moved since Cas went to check on Jack. “Oh. Is my mom making you do this?”

Castiel tilts his head to the side a little and smiles. “Well, I did pass her in the hall and she did ask me to convince you, yes. But I would have tried anyway.”

“Oh.” Sam holds up the now room temperature bottle of beer against his eye to avoid looking at Cas directly. “How about we try to take care of you first?”

“Sam. Going by your mother’s concern and the absolute exhaustion radiating off of you, you haven’t slept in well over a day.”

“And going off of the blood that is not only dried on your shirt but also your face, you look like shit and need to be cleaned up.” Castiel stares at him defiantly. “Look, you let me do that and then I’ll… try to sleep?“

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jenabean75:

semirahrose:

I mean.

I just want to put this out there:

By accepting Sam’s declaration that there would be no new King of Hell and by not challenging it, the demons acknowledged his authority. Sam may not be the king of Hell in name, but the hand-selected followers of the most recent contender to the throne literally would not dare to face him and fight for it.

Sam is, unofficially, the Actual Ruler of Hell.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

100% accurate.