I am in love with Sam Winchester(and the man who brings him to life, Jared Padalecki!). I love the boyish Sam from Season 1 before there were deals and demon blood and Ruby. I love the Sam that wanted so desperately to save his big brother from Hell, and when he couldn't, became a shadow of himself because he couldn't live without him. I love the Sam that never gave up, that took on Lucifer and won. I even love soulless Sam(well, maybe that's just lust). Anyway, I am a Sam girl through and through, and because I love Sam, how could I not love Dean?
I love Dean because he carried baby Sam out of their burning house. I love Dean because he tried to give Sammy a Christmas tree and presents when their Dad didn't show up on Christmas(he didn't know they were chick presents). I love him because he wants to rip bullies' lungs out for picking on his little brother whether that little brother is 14 or 25. I love him because he wants Sam to be happy or just be okay. I love him because his job is to protect Sam and he'll do that at the cost of his own life and soul. I love him because he believed that Sam was strong enough to take control of Lucifer and win. And I love him because when Sam did just that, his own heart might as well just went into the cage with Sam.
I love him for all the times he needled Sam and got the bitchface going. I love him for all the times he told Sam he loved him with just a look and I love him for the one perfect tear when he told his little brother he had turned himself into a monster.
Both Sam and Dean have their issues. Hell, they have mountains of issues. I don't know how they get up in the morning. Imagine having the weight of the world on you everyday. Literally. There's no denying that their relationship goes beyond the normal definition of brotherly love but neither Sam nor Dean is normal. I love Sam for who he is. And, I love Dean for every hug he's given Sam and every tear he's shed because of him and for him. Most of all, I love Dean for being the best big brother anywhere. Ever.
I love Dean because he carried baby Sam out of their burning house. I love Dean because he tried to give Sammy a Christmas tree and presents when their Dad didn't show up on Christmas(he didn't know they were chick presents). I love him because he wants to rip bullies' lungs out for picking on his little brother whether that little brother is 14 or 25. I love him because he wants Sam to be happy or just be okay. I love him because his job is to protect Sam and he'll do that at the cost of his own life and soul. I love him because he believed that Sam was strong enough to take control of Lucifer and win. And I love him because when Sam did just that, his own heart might as well just went into the cage with Sam.
I love him for all the times he needled Sam and got the bitchface going. I love him for all the times he told Sam he loved him with just a look and I love him for the one perfect tear when he told his little brother he had turned himself into a monster.
Both Sam and Dean have their issues. Hell, they have mountains of issues. I don't know how they get up in the morning. Imagine having the weight of the world on you everyday. Literally. There's no denying that their relationship goes beyond the normal definition of brotherly love but neither Sam nor Dean is normal. I love Sam for who he is. And, I love Dean for every hug he's given Sam and every tear he's shed because of him and for him. Most of all, I love Dean for being the best big brother anywhere. Ever.