NOT THAT I’M CRYING OR ANYTHING
WAIT
THEY
THEY CUT HIS HAIR
its the end of an era
HOW WILL WE KNOW WHAT SEASON IT IS
Okay but can we talk about how Sam now has the Scully?
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Anonymous Asks:
flutiebear Said:
I admit I prefer Sam and Jody as a platonic pair. Unlike Dean, Sam never really knew their mother, not even for a little bit, and so Jody serves as sort of a surrogate; she nurtures and encourages Sam, but in this tough-as-nails sort of way, like maybe how Sam thinks Mary would’ve been like if she’d survived, you know? And for Jody’s part, she looks at Sam and sees the son that was taken from her; she sees a little boy who desperately craves a mother; someone who allows her to nurture and love and feel like she used to, if only for a little while. And oh gosh, they just interact so well, they complement each other so neatly, and it’s maybe my favorite relationship of Sam’s in the entire series, not the least of which because it’s something just for him, because Dean and Jody just don’t really have the same rapport.
But if something more were to happen between Sam and Jody, I wouldn’t mind at all. :)
Still, as much as I hate the argument that “omg she can’t be with Character A because she’s Character B’s love interest gross” (as if female characters were merely accessories, whose only function is to serve the appropriate man’s emotional needs), canonically speaking Jody does seem interested in Bobby only, and she doesn’t seem like the type to sleep with the son of the guy she used to crush on — no matter how magnificently moosey he may be..
Talking to jkateel this afternoon made me realize that I have absolutely no idea what Sam Winchester likes to do with his spare time.
I mean, Dean’s easy. He likes to:
- Fix cars
- Cook home-made versions of the road food he so loves
- Appreciate fine classic rock, including collecting old vinyls
- Read classic literature, like Vonnegut or Tolkien
My current theory is he runs a super secret (from Dean) Tumblr blog on the supernatural and argues with angry Anons all day on lore.
Talking to jkateel this afternoon made me realize that I have absolutely no idea what Sam Winchester likes to do with his spare time.
I mean, Dean’s easy. He likes to:
- Fix cars
- Cook home-made versions of the road food he so loves
- Appreciate fine classic rock, including collecting old vinyls
- Read classic literature, like Vonnegut or Tolkien
- Hang out with his bros, like Gordon or Benny or Garth
- Organize and maintain his weapons collection
Cas is equally easy. He likes to:
- Heal the sick or hurt
- Take long trips on cheap modes of public transportation
- Talk to animals like bees and pigs and racetrack dogs
- Collect honey
- See the world and its many splendours
- Joke with other supernatural creatures about silly humans
But what does Sam like to do for fun? I HAVE NO IDEA.
Like, okay, Sam’s known as this total bookworm, right? But have you actually ever seen him read a book for pleasure? Or quote/reference a book he’s read, like Dean has? And, ok, he had a dog for awhile, but it never actually seemed to be HIS dog, Amelia was always the one shown taking care of him.
By my count, Sam’s hobbies throughout 8 seasons of canon are:
- Eat salads
- Clean his gun, in his room, all by himself
- Get hopped up on Ruby-juice
Sam. SAM. CONSIDER YOUR LIFE CHOICES, SAM WINCHESTER.
I mean, at least learn how to knit, ok.
This was all just a reply to a post on my dash by Casfeathers, who said
is nobody going to acknowledge how weird Sam is acting this season or…?
Oh, Sam’s acting weird alright. But they’ve been more than generous with the clues this season as to why. (by the way, you may want to take about half an hour to read this, because we’re going through a LOT of material and a lot of outside source info to catch on, this season has the potential to end up masterfully crafted even still)
Let’s start with the facts:
*chinhands*
Anonymous Asks:
flutiebear Said:
I started trying to answer your ask, nonny, but ended up writing 3,000 words of mostly rambly mush. The basic gist is: I couldn’t disagree more with your assessment. You’re entitled to your opinion, of course, but I found Season 7’s take on mental illness — particularly as it pertained to Sam’s Hell-scars — a really nuanced and unflinching look at the realities of coping with mental illness (and one that kept with the season-long theme of ‘monsters that consume you from the inside out’.)
Now I kinda wish I’d focused on Sam’s side of things in the Great Season 7 Rewatch too. But, lord, if I did, I’d seriously never, ever finish.
Suffice to say, there’ll be some meta about Sam Winchester’s Season 7 journey in your near future.
(ETA: Unless you’re referencing Cas? In which case, I really, really disagree, because in Season 7, Cas isn’t mentally ill. Racked with guilt, yes. Running from his problems, sure. But not suffering from mental illness.
That’s one of the nuances of the endgame storyline I think is easy to miss the first time through the season: Yes, Cas’s behavior does temporarily change in Season 7, but it isn’t evidence of a mental breakdown. It’s an act he’s putting on — one that Dean rightfully calls him on.
I’ll go over all this in more detail when I pick up the Great Season 7 Rewatch again. Soon. Promise.)
What is it about Benny that is so utterly repellant to Sam? One can argue that it is merely Benny’s status as a monster that has made Benny anathema to Sam, however, given the strength of his hatred and distrust of Benny; it does not seem that simple. The reason for Sam’s hatred of Benny is deeper than that; it is rooted in the fact that Benny is a mirror of Sam. He fears that Benny is his dark reflection, one that will betray Dean and fall back into monstrous behaviour. It is this that is the basis of his hatred and loathing. Sam’s hatred of Benny is not sourced solely in his vampirism or his status as a monster, but that Sam sees, in Benny, everything that he fears and hates about himself.
Love this. I’ve had similar thoughts wiggling at the back of my brain since “Blood Brother”, but never really sorted them out until I read this. Thanks for articulating it all so well!
I really want someone to draw a picture of Cas as CAS (Copyright Alert System). Like Sam’s downloading a movie onto his computer for them to watch and Cas shows up and is like “You’re illegaly pirating this, Sam. I have to slow down your internet now, I’m sorry.”
sorry i couldn’t help myself
Tonight I watched “The Born Again Identity” with Mr. Flutie. He floated a theory that completely changed my entire concept of the episode – and which I can’t believe I never thought of before, in all the dozens of rewatches: While he was in the mental hospital, Sam hallucinated the Hunt with Marin.
That is to say: the girl named Marin might’ve been real, but the exorcism, and quite possibly the conversation with her about her brother’s ghost setting the fire? All in Sam’s head.
After all, it is pretty convenient, isn’t it, that Sam should find the one person in the entire hospital who’s being haunted (and in a way that so closely resembles his brother’s grief). It’s even more convenient that she instantly believes Sam when he tells her he can help the voice go away, or that the brother just happened to bleed on a friendship bracelet that Marin kept on her person, or that a teenage girl was able to steal salt shakers and Marcus’s lighter (when Sam is the known, trained pickpocket), and so on.
But it’s not just that. We know that Sam’s hallucinations are connected to his insomnia; every time he’s about to hallucinate, he’s on the verge of falling asleep. We see this illustrated several times in the episode. For example, here he is in the car with the drug dealer, right before the imaginary pole goes through the windshield (2:31):
Or here, Sam is nodding off just as Dr. Kadinsky/Hallucifer walks in, when they have the conversation about there always being “a new 10” (at 8:18):
Or when Hallucifer wakes him up with the firecrackers (14;48):
We even see the episode nod to the insomnia-hallucination connection explicitly, when Lucifer (hallucination) reads Sam a bed time story (to put him to sleep) at the end of the episode (34:48):
So what do we see when Marin comes back into Sam’s room with the lighter, right before he performs the exorcism? You guessed it — Sam is on the verge of falling asleep (29:23):
Except this time, no hallucination of Lucifer occurs. Instead, when Sam is woken up, he goes straight to the exorcism – implying, then, that the exorcism itself is the hallucination.
What’s more, at the open of the scene in which Marin first mentions that her brother, not she, set the fire, there’s a a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it shot in which we see Sam shaking himself awake at 17:07, right before Marin walks into the room and hands him the candy bar:
Other indications that Sam may be hallucinating the events with Marin:
- After Marcus explains that “Marin didn’t get here because of no accident”, we never see anyone else in the hospital interact with her or mention her again.
- We never see Sam eat the candy bars Marin brings him — in fact, he tries to open the first one and can’t.
- When the orderlies show up after Sam has exorcised the ghost and the lights have popped out, Marin is not there; she conveniently fled before they showed up.
- After the orderlies have he’s strapped Sam to the bed and as he’s talking to Dr. Kadinsky about “surgical options”, there’s a long shot of Sam’s broken/bruised fingernails (implying that he’d actually punched out the lights, rather than them popping out because of the appearance of the ghost)
I have watched “The Born Again Identity” more than I’ve watched any other episode of anything ever, and that idea that Sam imagined the whole exorcism has never once crossed my mind. Wow.
Either way, whether the Hunt is real or not, I’m not sure it really matters. The point is the blurred line between reality and perception, madness and sanity; what is True and how that differs from What Matters; and so on. For that, I don’t think it matters so much whether the exorcism is real or not as much as that Sam thinks it’s real.
Still, cool thought, no?
”’Because it’s wrong and it’s bad and we shouldn’t?”
- 4.09 I Know What You Did Last Summer
IMO, still the hottest sex scene in the series so far. Sam’s pained little nudge into her shoulder just kills me.
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I live for Grumpy Moose Face.
(via bakasara)
Day Fourteen, Tree Trimming!
(and some surprise snowballs~)
dedicated to my dear friend bishounenizer who requested Jack Frost sneak into my advent, somehow…
Cas sees him.
Cas sees him.
CAS SEES HIM.
It is only 8:14 in the morning and my feels and I are fucking done.
grumpy Sam Winchester just makes me so happy
so happy
Day Eleven, “…Seriously?”
They spent Christmas hunting a shtriga outside Syracuse. It was a white Christmas, of course. Not that Sam expected anything else: Somehow, Dean always made sure to scrounge up hunts in snowy areas around the holidays.
“Looks like another white Christmas,” Dean said, looking outside the hotel window with a smug grin.
“You sure called it,” replied Sam, rolling his eyes.
“Me ‘n Cas are going out for eggnog. Can you believe he’s never had eggnog? Heathen.” Dean shook his head in mock disapproval and cast a quick glance out the still open door, where the angel loitered like a lost puppy. “You in?”
“I’ll pass,” sighed Sam as he plopped down on the bed, not bothering to remove his blood-spattered boots. “Have fun. Bottoms up.”
Grinning, Dean nodded and trudged outside, back into the bitter cold.
Despite all the snow and chill, Dean hadn’t come back to the hotel that night. It wasn’t the first time that had happened, of course; in fact, it’d become something of a habit. Sam never asked what Dean and Cas did together. Probably just stared into each other’s eyes all night, with a side order of not talking about their feelings. Ugh. Those two. Emotionally-constipated morons.
For his part, Sam surfed through some bad Christmas movies, halfheartedly jerked himself off to sleep and did not call Amelia, no matter how badly he wanted to.
The next morning, Sam woke up grumpy and cold. Dean’s bed was still empty, which only made Sam grumpier. And their hotel room was out of coffee, which officially made this the worst Christmas ever.
Sam grabbed the keys and stumbled out the door. The nearest Dunkin Donuts was five miles back toward the interstate, and at this time of day, it was probably slammed. Great. Just great.
It wasn’t until he was right in front of the Impala that he noticed the tie.
Snow-dusted and frost-stiff, it was looped around the back-seat door handle like a sock. It waved a little in the chill morning breeze, thunking dully against the Impala.
Sam felt his face grow hot.
Then he started to notice the letters. “C” and “D” traced into the drivers’ side window. The little heart smudged next to it. And handprints. Everywhere handprints, even in places where it was physically and anatomically impossible to place handprints.
And one large print that was definitely not made by hands.
Goddammit.
With a deep breath, Sam steeled himself and peered into the car.
The backseat was a tangle of limbs and clothes and hair. Sam could make out only the half of Dean’s face; the rest lay buried under a forest of dark hair. A certain pale and lean and very, very naked angel butt jutted toward the car roof.
Sam made a choking, animal sound. This was his home, man. It was like he’d caught his brother fucking around in his childhood bed. Hell, this was his childhood bed. He raised his fist to pound on the window and wake both these assholes up and give them a piece of his mind.
As if on cue, Dean opened one bleary eye. Noticing Sam standing outside the window, he blinked once, twice, and then grinned lazily at his brother.
“Seriously?” Sam scowled at Dean. “What the hell, man?”
Dean lifted his hand from its perch on Cas’s naked ass and gave his brother the thumbs up.
“Bottoms up,” he mouthed at Sam.
Sam growled and stomped back to the hotel and didn’t talk to either of them for the rest of the day.
This is not what I’d intended to write this morning, but apparently I was so taken with Sam’s blue hat in ravenno’s latest advent image that it ran away from me.
Sam didn’t get cold. Just one of the perks of living your life with your nose poking through the stratosphere, he guessed: You adjusted to the cold pretty quickly.
“Bullshit,” Amelia had once said. “Your nose is like ice.”
“Then we should warm it up,” he’d said with a wicked grin.
“Like hell we should,” she’d replied. But she’d tugged his head downward anyway.
***
