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When he hurts... we all hurt.
Comforting Dean.... a thread.
Comforting Dean.... a thread.
The way he keeps his hand on Sam’s shoulder... so he can be sure he is still there.
He opens his eyes as he breaks contact with Sam.
Cas grabbing his arm.
Cas grabbing his arm.
Cas’ visible relief, but he doesn’t let go of Dean’s arm.
The first time since he was 4 that he got to hug his mom...
He’s still not sure if it’s real.
He’s still not sure if it’s real.
The way he leans into Jo’s touch.
Relishing in it, and her forgiveness.
Relishing in it, and her forgiveness.
Soaking it in for as long as he can.
The way he looks all around to see if she is still there...
I love how Jody is with Dean.
Such a simple touch, that means so much.
Such a simple touch, that means so much.
The way his hand comes up to meet hers...
The surprise and shocked look, yet he still leans into the touch...
How he breaks eye contact because he is ashamed of what she knows...
He’s trying to be tough. He doesn’t want to cry in front of her.
He’s drugged, he knows the leviathans can copy people, and he was nearly sure Bobby was dead.
That adorable look on his face just from that small gesture from Bobby.
How lovingly he looks at Mary...
He’s soaking in every bit of this moment... so he can remember, in case it’s just a dream...
So much more than a kiss... it’s everything he knows he can never really have...
How slowly he opens his eyes... she’s a love he can’t have. Someone he never has to lie about who he is, someone he doesn’t have to worry about losing to monsters...
The way he tilts his head into her hand...
There is nothing in the world he wants more... but he knows he can’t.
The pain. He holds on to that moment because he knows he has to go back to his world, where she isn’t.
The way he reacts when soulless Sam tries to comfort him...
So very awkward...
The way he looks at Sam, and Sam knows to catch him...
The weight of everything Cain said to him...
I got you. The way he relaxes into Sam even though he’s clearly still so disoriented...
The relief that Sammy is alive.
His whole world is crumbling around him... so much emotion on his face...
The way he grips the back of Bobby’s shirt...
He can’t keep eye contact...
The sadness on Bobby’s face.
He’s my brother... and I can’t live without him.
He knows Bobby is right...
So he tells Bobby not to tell him... he can’t put that guilt he felt on Sam...
The almost apologetic look that flashes across his face...
And even when he was comforting her... the way he sinks into the hug...
