Sam Winchester’s Journal – Entry #2
I collapsed on the kitchen floor this morning. It was violent, unexpected as if someone had struck me on the back of my head with a baseball bat.
When I woke up, Dean was there, visibly relieved to see me come back from the dead.
He didn’t say anything. He just sighed, helped me up, and brought me to my room as best he could. We almost fell twice and I bumped into something along the way.
“It’s nothing,” Dean said, “just that little monkey statue near the…Sam, for fuck’s sake! Why the hell are you trying to pick it up? It’s broken anyway. Yes, we’ll take care of it later. It’s NOTHING Sam, I’m telling you!”
Nothing, indeed. I’ve just broken a rare Chinese antique from the 16th century. There are only three of them in world. Well, two now.
“Ok Bigfoot, time to put you to bed. I’m gonna stay here with you a bit. And if you dare try saying ‘I’m fine’ even once, I’ll wax your head with duct tape, capisce?”
I usually love disagreeing with Dean just for the sake of it, but I can’t lie. I am not fine.
So I’m just gonna leave this here
I will never stop reblogging Jensen dancing.
that tongue.


Jensen Ackles when he was 20-ish
Daily reminder: this is just about what Dean Winchester looked like when Rhonda Hurley made him try on her pink, satiny panties.
You’re welcome.
screaming.

What is he doing oh Lord is he salsa dancing what
you know I thought this dancing looked familiar…
Jensen at vegascon 2013 (w/ Richard and Rob) [x]