Sam Winchester.

Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ᴄᴏɴғᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ? Wʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇꜱᴛ ꜱɪɴ ᴡᴀꜱ? Iᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ I ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ. 》Rᴇꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ 》Mɪʀʀᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ 》Aʟʟ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅ 》#Iᴄᴏɴ RT?

He's not in the mood for his brother to be an asshole. Well, a bigger one than usual.

Walks in. Sees Deanmon. Walks right back out.

Bored Winchester sounds.

He has a kale salad. Be jealous.

Walks straight into a doorframe. He's fine. This is fine.

They kick dad and boom. Everything is fixed. Ignore the apocalypse happening in the background.

Rude-

Thatssotrue.

He counts!

Mhmm.

Theirdad.

It's what happens when you let a five year old raise themselves and their little brother.

They like mom-

Oh, yeah. Blame her when she isn't around to defend herself.

It's his fault they're like this.