Ding Dang Delicious.

Pictures on Mapcrunch that inspire a Wincest or otherwise Supernatural related scene in my head. Human beings hadn’t created a word to describe what it felt like when the passenger side of the Impala was empty. Even if they had, Dean was positive that no word could accurately convey how deep the ache in his bones had really gone. No human, no angel, no demon could understand what it felt like every time he looked over at the black surface, and his teeth started clattering together loudly, as if he was cold. Because he was. He was freezing inside. Sam gave off a certain heat, that even when they were standing in the pouring rain, shivering like leaves in a storm, Dean was warm.  And now… that warmth was gone.

Pictures on Mapcrunch that inspire a Wincest or otherwise Supernatural related scene in my head.

Human beings hadn’t created a word to describe what it felt like when the passenger side of the Impala was empty. Even if they had, Dean was positive that no word could accurately convey how deep the ache in his bones had really gone. No human, no angel, no demon could understand what it felt like every time he looked over at the black surface, and his teeth started clattering together loudly, as if he was cold. Because he was. He was freezing inside. Sam gave off a certain heat, that even when they were standing in the pouring rain, shivering like leaves in a storm, Dean was warm. 

And now… that warmth was gone.


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Pictures on Mapcrunch that inspire a Wincest or otherwise Supernatural related scene in my head.

“We don’t even know where we are, Dean. Let’s just turn around.”

Dean didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to, and his throat was so dry that if he tried, Sam wouldn’t hear it. They’d been driving for hours. Hours of trees, random sheds and houses that didn’t look like people were comfortably living in them. Hours of Sam looking out the window, frustrated that they were getting nowhere. Hours of Sam glancing over at his brother, wondering why Dean had taken them on a wild goose chase to find a ghost from fourteen years ago. So far, they’d encountered a substantial zero.

“What are you trying to prove?!” He gripped his brother’s shoulder hard, pulling his attention to focus on him.

Dean ripped himself out of Sam’s hand, glaring. “I’m trying to prove that I’m a good brother! That’s what!” He paused to cough, to clear the phlegm and irritation of his throat. “That ghost hurt you, Sammy. It hit you so hard in the chest, you were coughing for weeks. I have to do this.”


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Maybe I should write a mini-fic every time I post a Mapcrunch Wincest picture.


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Pictures on Mapcrunch that inspire a Wincest or otherwise Supernatural related scene in my head.

Pictures on Mapcrunch that inspire a Wincest or otherwise Supernatural related scene in my head.


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