"It needs to be someone who can pull you back."
Many, many years in the future.
Perhaps I’ll be moving into a new house.
With my children, if I have children. Or just going through things in the attic.
And I’ll come across an old box labeled Supernatural, that hasn’t been opened for years and years.
And I’ll open it up.
And I’ll see all these old DVDs.
And I’ll see these old funko pop dolls. There’s three of them.
"Team Free Will" I mutter softly, continuing to look through the box.
I find a handmade plushie of a man in a trench coat, with black wings.
And several rolled up posters in cardboard tubes.
A sketchbook of fanart. A notebook of fanfics.
And I’ll just sit there.
And remember my time on tumblr.
Back in college.
When I called myself a Supernatural Fangirl. A Misha Minion. A GISHWISHEAN. A Moosekateer. And Ackleholic. A Destiel Shipper. A Hunter.
And then I’ll remember, much later after college, the respective days when I heard that Misha, and Jensen, and Jared died.
And I will break down.
All over again.
And though the tears I’ll look around the attic and find an old DVD player. It’s such an outdated technology.
But I never throw out anything.
I’ll hook it up to the television and I’ll pop disk one right into it.
And I’ll see the Winchesters come up on the screen. Such a happy family, but I know it won’t last. Mary, don’t get out of bed. But she still does. Like she always did.
And a little ways in, I’ll get to the part where older Dean first appears.
"Woah, easy tiger." Dean says, a smile on his face, light still in his eyes.
"Dean?" Sam replies.
They’re so young, I think. Not just Sam and Dean…but Jared and Jensen barely even know each other…but they would come to call each other brothers in real life, too.
And before I know it, I am rewatching and reliving the series all over again.
And I am eager to get to season four, when I can see the dorky little angel again. How I loved Castiel. How I loved Misha too, who inspired me to keep living.
And for the first time in many, many, many years, I am reminded.
Once a Supernatural fan, always a Supernatural fan.
It hurts…it huuurts!!! Make it go away, make it go awaaay *sobs* *rocks back and forth*
This hurts so much… When will my heart stop breaking? Hasn’t it suffered enough? ;^;
This is so perfect and just heartbreaking
no but imagine Parrish secretly thinking in his head ‘oh my god I have just awoken my latent super powers I am actually a real life super hero wait all of these dumb kids also have super powers CAN WE BE THE X-MEN OF BEACON HILLS’ and he secretly calls the Sheriff…