I wrote a thing. I’m gonna go ahead and warn for mentions of minor child abuse but please don’t let that put you off.
(Also up on AO3)
Another hotel room, Duluth Minnesota 2:47am November 3rd 1997 and two brothers curl together under too-thin too-rough motel blankets like bulletproof vests as an engine idles and dies outside.
The first thing that happens is a heavy thud, mumbled curse, the second a scraping, the click of a lock. The third is the smell of whiskey.
The door opens with a blast of cold and they hunt monsters but this is what they fear, crack of a shin against wood and the sound of a lamp shattering, then a growl and the lights come on.
One brother doesn’t move, breath caught in his throat like a fly in a spider’s web and the other is on his feet before the yelling starts.
Crack as a backhand meets a jaw, one brother stumbles and the other winces, eyes dry with rage boiling under his skin, watches helpless as a well-aimed kick sends his brother to his hands and knees, sharp intake of breath barely audible over the heavy thump, the sound of a monster wearing a father’s face growling clean it up as it weaves it’s way to the bathroom.
There’s blood. Blood welling on a split lip and running down a forearm from where a shard of ceramic has lodged itself in a palm. They speak their own language, a language of looks and nods and silent touches and one brother cleans up the mess while the other presses paper towels to a wound to try to staunch the bleeding.
Fourteen years old and he leaned to sew up flesh on citrus but he’s had a lot of practice since then, five quick stitches and his brother doesn’t make a sound as he works, curved needle and strong thread and antiseptic cream and gauze. When he’s done he kisses every finger and his brother tilts his chin up and kisses lips.
Brothers shouldn’t, but one is bleeding and the other feels it and should’s and shouldn’t’s never meant as much as they were supposed to anyway.
Poking the bear… - More women who know Jack choose Jack. I just need more women to know him! Read Emi Lost & Found!
Ha! I love this!
CSI: Miami versus Supernatural
I’ve been waiting for this gifset for three years.
I’m gonna make a new post on this just to be sure it hits the tags and everyone sees it with the combination of the original and the update with Jensen’s autograph.
Please read the rules very carefully!!!
YOU DO NOT NEED TO BE FOLLOWING ME. FOLLOWING ME WILL NOT HELP YOUR CHANCES OF WINNING.
I’d also appreciate it if my mutual followers would reblog this instead of posts that go direct to the original fundraiser page only because I keep getting requests from people that recently donated through that link but still want in my giveaway. Thank you thank you! It all goes to the same place in the end, right?
Imagine you’re ill.
It’s the worst god damn day of your life, and the last place you want to spend it is in the ER.
“The doctor will be with you shortly,” they tell you.
You sigh. This will be a lengthy wait then, you think.
Your lying on the bed, and you’ve closed your eyes against the harsh, bright clinical lights.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Cooper,” he introduces himself after what feels like an eternity waiting.
You carefully open your eyes and take a deep breath as you sit up.
But you can’t release it - it’s stuck, and you feel like you’ll choke on it.
Because you’ve never seen a smile so beautiful before. Never seen a man so handsome.
That breath rushes from you, and you smile in return.
Hospitals just got a whole lot better, you think as you flash that devilish smirk his way…
New still of Peter Facinelli as Dr Cooper in Nurse Jackie S5.
Just got spn on DVD and couldn’t resist giffing these frankly beautiful shots of Dean from the deleted scenes in the pilot.
Look at that lighting, it’s fucking gorgeous.
Your head is in his lap.
This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.
Happy bunny makes me happy.
So this past week was finals at my school. I hope I someday find whoever put them up in EVERY singe building on campus.