idjitsandassbutts:
Buried deep within folders of fake IDs and contact numbers for different experts, hidden amongst lists of odd local bylaws that could come in handy some day, Dean has a folder labeled “porn”, containing only a long string of folders with more and more threatening titles.”Weird porn”. “REALLY fucked up porn”. “Sammy, this is porn is so fucked up it will give you nightmares for a month”. “Worse than the ones you have about Hell, Sammy”. “Seriously, Sammy, if you open this, I won’t be responsible for taking your ass to the loony bin after it melts your brain”. And finally, after you’ve jumped through all the hoops, there’s just an unnamed folder containing a single picture that Dean snapped with his phone. It’s a little blurry and kind of dark, and it’s sure as hell crooked, but if you look real close, you can make out the form of a recently-fallen angel, slumbering peacefully in the back seat of the Impala, a little smile on his face for the first time since God only knows when, dreaming the first dream of his eon-spanning life.
