What happens next is not an accident. It is too well executed to be spontaneous, because it happens in complete unison. Every person in the crowd presses the three middle fingers of their left hand against their lips and extends them to me. It’s our sign from District 12, the last goodbye I gave Rue in the arena.
it’s only the goddamn 4th of december and i don’t know who is who already
“Well yes, I’m angry. You know, I’m getting totally screwed over here..”
I did know Rue.
#oh no guys oh NO #i’m having flashbacks to every fic in which#dean has drawn a measure of tactile strength from a connection with the car#every time he’s gripped the steering wheel to stedy himself #or pressed his hands against her cool metal to collect his shit #and when cas was standing over her #i was just like i’m done it’s over #go back to your safe space and let her hold you up #cas has slept in this car guys #he has been human in this car before #he’s known what it is to be safe inside her #she is an old and powerful thing #she is a home and she protects his family (via apocalypse-patisserie)
"Dear boy, you’re all duct tape and safety pins inside."