#look at this#just look at this#it’s not about some fucking mini-bar in a motel room#it’s not about dean’s tired sarcastic crack#it’s about that moment when you’re at the complete end of your rope#but somewhere across the distance there’s someone who cares about you#despite what you are and what you will become#the tiny pinprick of candlelight in the blanket of dark (via yellow-turtle)
It doesn’t hit him until later. Much later. In fact, he doesn’t even remember it until he stops at a Gas-n-Sip for some extra supplies.
The cashiers name is Louise. And suddenly Cas remembers a hotel room and not enough personal space.
“So, what — I’m Thelma and…