You hear that? That’s the sound of your friend dying. Now let’s try this again. We know you have the gun, John, word travels fast. So as far as we’re concerned, you just declared war. And this is what war looks like. It has casualties.
"If you wanna go after somebody, you make sure that they got black eyes. Gotta know who the real monsters are in this world.”
I just love that Sam does stuff cause it needs to be done. Cause it’s the right thing. He doesn’t do it to be a hero, and he doesn’t really think he is one. He doesn’t do it to impress anyone because he thinks he’s literally the scum of the earth. He does it because he genuinely wants to help and genuinely wants to respect what people would want (what Dean told him before he “died”, not what Dean-who-doesn’t-even-care-about-the-car wants, okay, don’t twist this).
I’m just so impressed with his ability to walk into a situation, handle all the crap coming at him from people who don’t understand him and don’t want to and only want to hurt him, say his piece, and just let that be enough. He doesn’t demand reactions because, hell, he probably won’t get them. He’s just going to do what he needs to do and be okay with that much.
Four years we’ve been waiting for this moment, for four years we were convinced that Emily was doing this to avenge his father.
Four years suffering with her and seeing her doing everything she could to clear his name.
Now he’s back, David Clarke is back, and the reunion we were all been waiting for was made through a glass.
The pain, the explosion of tears, everything was so close but yet far away.
How can we deal with this? I can’t breath right now, not until the father and daughter hug.
Jared & Gen at the Supernatural 200th Episode Celebration, 18th October 2014.