You’d scream, we’d fight, you’d call me crazy
I’d laugh, you were mad but you’d always kiss me
And the shirt that I had that you always borrowed
When I woke, it was gone
—There’s blood everywhere, there’s blood.
—But you both bleed with the fragrance of sacrifice,
—and all the beauty of this world.
sam and dean + mumford & sons » For Those BelowThere will be healing,
but don’t force this boy to stand
Purgatory!Dean is the stuff of nightmares ≧◔◡◔≦
PICK ME UP. RIGHT NOW. I WANT TO TALK TO YOU.
THAT IS SO CUTE I JUST DIED