flockstiel:

edits ↳ 4.20 & Felicia's poetry

You’re not a grunt, Dean, you’re a genius. When it comes to lore…you’re the best damn hunter I’ve ever seen. Better than me, better than dad. I believe in you, Dean, so please, please, believe in me too.

I’m the one who broke it.

"Hiding. Lying. Sweeping away evidence. And my motives used to be so pure."

[x]

You don’t, I say, you don’t owe me squat, let’s just get going, let’s just get gone, but he’s
           relentless,
keeps saying  I owe you, says  Your shoes are filling with your own damn blood,
you must want something, just tell me, and it’s yours.
(Wishbone by Richard Siken)

© tardissauce