Hi, it's Nina and this is my corner of all things spn related, where I can - hoperfully - be free :)
Speaking of Supernatural: I'm a bi-bro, meaning I have an unhealthy love for both Dean and Sam Winchester: for me they're two halves of a whole, I love them equally (with a strength that scares me sometimes). I'm a Jensen girl, I've been since 2002, I love the guy something fierce!:)This means that you will never see any bashing of the Winchesters in this blog and i tend to be quite opinionated when someone talk shit about them. Just a warning, guys!
Congratulations Supernatural ass kissers, I've said fuck it to my tolerance ways. If you don't agree UNFOLLOW, do me this favor
my msn contact: firstname.lastname@example.org
My AO3 account: http://archiveofourown.org/users/Nina36/works I'm in the process of moving all of my fics, from all the fandoms I've been in over there
My facebook profile: Nina Myspecialhell
What I love: music, writing, reading.
The tv shows: Supernatural, The X-Files, Law & Order: SVU, NCIS, 24, DR WHO
Movies: a shitload, I can't name them all
Music: see above.
I'm in my thirties, but I really don't feel my years. Sometimes I feel like I'm 15, other times like I'm 55...
I'm BI and single at the moment.
My OTPS: Mulder and Scully. Jack and Renee, Ziva and Gibbs, Dean and Sam, Amy/Eleven (shut up they belong together!)
J2 (pliz...no bashing!). I adore them, I ship them...deal with it!
oh...and WINCEST. Can't forget about that. I used to be on the fence, now I ship them harder than fedex with the burning intensity of a thousand suns.
I reblog a lot. I suck with photoshop, but I'm trying to learn.
Also...I comment. A lot. With tongue firmly planted in cheek. Deal with it;)
Just to make things clear, so that there are no mistakes: I DON'T LIKE CASTIEL. I DON'T LIKE DESTIEL. Got it? Ok.online
He’s a winchester (and a dick so far) of course he’ll choose baby.
grampa coming out of the closet as the guys are dressing.
It’s a sign…
Someone who can actually spell latin…I’m impressed!
Winchester men and demon women = bad shit goes down.,
So, it totally makes sense that Sam makes a comparison with a married couple (Amelia and Don) and said that when he lost his brother, Dean…he felt like his world had imploded and it had rained down on him.
Totally. Makes. Sense.
In an universe…just not this one.
And we won’t even touch the similarities between Amelia and Dean…’cause, duh, this would come as a shocking surprise after Jess and Ruby, how, exactly?
HE left me to rot in Purgatory…
Garth: I’m sure he had his reasons
Sam: just like you had your reasons for Benny
Gee, Sammy, if I didn’t know better I’d say your jealousy is showing.
No, seriously…that’s how they’re supposed to be all mature, grown ups and shit?
LOL…two boyfriends throwing the mother of all temper tantrums out of jealousy.
So I’ve been given a prompt
Compare and contrast the hugs of 6x01 vs 6x12
I talked about the hug of Like a Virgin, last summer, here, but it’s an interesting contrast….
When Exile on Main Streets begin, we see how Dean has, to use Jensen’s words, domesticated, how he has tried, for a year, to keep the promise he made to Sam in Swan Song. I think that the previously on we see right before Dean opens his eyes, is what he has been seen all year long: Sam falling into the cage, his eyes never leaving his, trying to reassure him, to be strong for him until the very last moment.
Of course since it’s Dean’s life, he gets sucked back into the hunting life, and he has the surprise of his life when, waking up, he sees this:
notice that his vision is blurry, things are sideways, but there, watching him (although with soulless Sam, apparently, creeper love is not deeper love), keeping vigil, like they have done all their lives, when one of them is injured.
This is the moment where Dean realizes that yes, the guy watching him is Sam
And his vision clear, and he straightens, getting up from the cot
Sam is smiling, not a care in the world, like he didn’t jump into the cage, like things are fine.
Sam’s smile as he watches Dean being probably floored by what he’s seeing is almost smug, and then he says, “Hey, Dean…”
It’s his brother’s voice, and Dean is shocked.
It’s interesting to notice that they’re alone, basically in a half dark room, meters away from each other, and Dean doesn’t talk, doesn’t say anything at first. It’s Sam doing the talking,
“I was expecting a hug, holy water in the face” Sam says as he gets up and takes some steps toward Dean, whose first reaction is: “So I’m dead?”
“Is this heaven?”
Dean is hopeful. Never mind the fact that intellectually he was supposed to know that with Sam trapped in the cage, they’d have no afterlife in common. Last thing he saw was YED about to kill him, so for Dean…seeing Sam is heaven.
And it’s completely…
Well, Zacariah would say “irrationally, psycothically, erotically” codependent of Dean.
But Sam breaks this illusion with a reality that, as we know, is gonna suck ass…because he’s not the real Sam, even though he does the explaining and later the showing…
He’s not a demon, he’s not a shapeshifter: he cuts himself, he drinks holy water with rock salt, all the nine yards. And the “what the fuck” face Dean sports throughout the scene is heartbreaking and hilarious at the same time. Because here, in front of him, there’s his brother, alive…and not in the cage being tortured by Lucifer and Michael.
One year of misery …with every single action Sam takes to show that he’s “real” and alive just peels away - for a moment - until Dean finally gets up and he talks, says his brother’s name.
and for Dean…Sam is Sammy…he will always be: his little brother, the guy who left for Stanford and didn’t hesitate to leave the life behind, because dad was on a hunting trip…and mostly because Dean told him he didn’t want to do it alone.
“Yeah, it’s me” Sam says
Notice that there’s no music playing in the background, the lights are the bare essential…it’s just them, and there’s this tension that I remember, at the time, fans couldn’t really understand.
It’s Dean who walks toward Sam, now, observing him (well, one could also say that he was totally checking him out, because man, no one has the right to be that hot!)
And Sam looks at him, because he knows what’s coming. At this point he still doesn’t know what’s his deal, he has the memories, though, the same ones that later on the season will make him want to have his soul back. So he looks at Dean like that,
And Dean, does…what his heart, his blood tells him to do, he flees into Sam’s arms, with his eyes open
And he keeps them open….same as Sam, who, for a fraction of second even nods his head, as if he’s mentally tickling out the hug from the “to do” things
He lets himself be hugged by Dean, because it’s what they do in these cases…
So as a reunion that was a bit anticlimatic, right? Well…we had to wait, and suffer, and get acquainted to Soulless!Sam! and his douchey ideas, and with Dean withering inside, to the point that he went and tried to bargain with death to bring his brother back, to free his soul from the cage. Because if there was a snowball change of freeing Sam, of giving him peace, of having him back, Dean would risk anything to try and make it happen.
And he did.
And we had our reunion hug…and mostly the boys had it. And it was not in some random, anonimous room, in the night, it was bathed in light, in Bobby’s study, which was the closet place they had to a true home when they were not in the Impala.
And Sam called Dean’s name, with wonder, as he entered the room, and there weren’t questions, not right then, those came later, there was just those two men looking at each other, like they were living a fucking miracle, right there,
Sammy, whose last memory was that of Dean’s broken face and bones, as he jumped into the cage, walked toward Dean, almost in a haze and our Dean, who had been hanging on sheer faith - in his brother, of course, because Sam is Dean’s religion, his world and his sanity -
Was frozen on the spot
and there was music playing in the background, a soft, haunting music as Sam…Dean’s Sammy, fled into his brother’s arms, hugging him. And Dean doesn’t even finish asking if Sam is okay…he just knows, the moment Sam pulls Dean at him for his hug…because they’re both alive…because they beat the devil, because if Sammy is Dean’s religion, Dean is Sam’s heart, his strength…his rock. Because that was real even before the warehouse scene of “hello cruel world.”
because after six months with the soulless dick, Dean got right away that it was really Sammy, that it wasn’t a trick, that Death has really shoved Sam’s soul where it belonged (arguably in Dean’s as well, since they are, you know, soulmates)
And Sammy, whose last memory is one of blood and endless, epic love, of a lifetime of it, strong enough to give him the power to trap Lucifer, closes his eyes (unlike the soulless dick) as he hugs his brother.
and he holds him tight, because it’s real, it’s what matters, what has always mattered.
Because for a moment, just that moment…before purgatory, before GodStiel, before everything else they’ll go through…they are free…and together.
If it saves Dean, the cost and consequences to himself are irrelevant.
And people have the nerve to say Sammeh doesn’t love Dean as much as Dean loves his Sammeh… Psh!
PEOPLE ARE MORONS