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“Is it sad,” she asked Death. “That no one is ever glad to see you?”
“No,” Death said. “Some pray I will come. Those are the sad ones.”

alaynestone:

_{when he kisses me, he tastes pomegranate.}

deanwinchestar:

wow even death was in love with dean your faves could never

You, Me, We All Like Dean

somebodysyellowpost-itnote:

“Dean,” John said as he helped hold the gun steady in his boy’s arms, and it reminded him of the time his own father had held him steady as he learned to bicycle on two wheels. “Dean,” he said again, tongue heavy with his liquor breath. “Squeeze the trigger, like so,” and he covered his boy’s hands with his own, trigger finger bearing down on trigger finger, and his body shuddered under the shout of the bullet in his ears and in his bones, and he knew Dean heard it too, felt it in their skins like lightning before the thunder. 

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bananadaiquiri:

And Hell followed with him

[Sam]

hellosaidthemoon-isafangirl:

Death had made 
His darkness beautiful with thee

Alfred Tennyson, In Memoria A.H.H. (1849) LXXIV

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