at 5am you either feel like you can rule the world or like you’ve just been run over by a truck there is no inbetween
Edit: Whoops, my theme makes the “secret” obvious. Probably best for themes where the posts have light backgrounds.
"Dean, did you eat the steak I -" Sam stopped in the doorway, and his face scrunched up. "What’s that smell?"
Dean’s transformation into a Knight of Hell hadn’t made him any better at lying to his brother.
"It smells like dog. Wet dog."
"Nah, you’re imagining things, Sammy."
"No, I’m -hey!" Something had shoved at the back of his knee. Something heavy, and wet. And then there were teeth, worrying at his leg through his jeans, and Sam went into defensive mode, hand dropping to his knife, trying to find whatever it was mouthing at him.
"Sam, no!" And then Dean was in front of him, alert, his hand reaching down to…pet something?
"Down boy," Dean said, his voice low and calm, but firm. "That’s my brother. Don’t eat him."
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No but imagine Dean getting Sam to build a large iron fence outside the bunker so he can let the hellhounds run around.
Imagine Dean having names for all of his hellhounds based on pop culture and past friends, and all Sam can hear occasionally is “Bad Joffrey I told you no eating my shoes!” and “Good girl, Charlie, you keep Adam in line now” and Sam is torn between being freaked out and laughing like an idiot because all he can see is his brother chasing an invisible floating shoe.
for those of you still wondering, Neville forgot his robe
well i can cross that off my list of random questions that still bother me
so apparently “normal” people sleep in the pm hours and wake up in the am hours???