#I never noticed the look on Dean’s face before when he talks about ‘when dad came home’ #That fleeting curl of his lips and that look of half-remembered terror in Dean’s eyes #That was the second time something happened to Sam on Dean’s watch #John must’ve gone absolutely ballistic #and Sam looks like he knows it too #like for the first time he’s thinking about what Dean went through for him #and it kills him

Paint your palette blue and grey, look out on a summer’s day, with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils, catch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen land. Now I understand what you tried to say to me and how you suffered for your sanity, and how you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they’ll listen now.

[lyrics to the song playing during this scene. listen.]

theirin:

- You got what you wanted. Dick’s dead, saved the world…