The thing that kills me about this scene is that I feel like somewhere, deep down, Dean has to be wondering when it’s going to stop. He’s wondering how many times Sam is going to get knocked down before he stays down. He’s been pulling Sam out of burning buildings since the kid was born. Because there’s nothing else he could do. Saving Sam is who he is. Sam is who he is, really, and Sam gives back just as much to Dean. They’ve been tripping over themselves to save the world and save each other and Dean knows it can’t last. That if there’s one thing bigger than the pair of them, it’s Death, and he won’t wait forever. So when he looks over at Sam and he’s too far away to save—just like Mary and John and Cas, and a long line of names that he carries around in the back of his mind like penance—I feel like somewhere in Dean’s head there’s a chorus of thoughts repeating like a prayer: Not this time. Not now. Please.
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#because when his world starts to flicker and twist and go blinding white #he turns to look at dean to ground himself #and it sort of just reminds me of season 7’s hand scar #that sam looks to dean to find what is real #because dean is his reality #his one true pillar of strength and love and his only constant
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