I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn’t do anything about it ‘cause I didn’t believe it. And now I’m dreaming about that tree, about our house, and about some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that’s where it all started, man, this has to mean something, right?
— Supernatural, 1.09 Home
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I’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife. (x)
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You know, when we were little — and you couldn't been more than five — you just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you, "Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know." I just wanted you to be a kid… Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you… Keep you safe… Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job… I had one job… And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry. I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do? Sammy. God. What am I supposed to do? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!
DEAN WINCHESTER
2.22 All Hell Breaks Loose Part 2
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