"Never again shall you thirst, for I am come to wet your mouth with wine and water, to quench your thirst with kisses. Words of Love from my own lips will serve as your oasis, and you shall never want for drink again."

deanspurpleflannel:

jack says you can’t go into the empty. jack says it’s too loud in there. jack woke up the empty. jack made it loud, filling the space with angelic screeching, with the screams and wails of demons. no human could stand the noise. no human could survive it.

dean looks like he’s been punched, looks like he might cry. sam’s face is a careful mask as he places a delicate hand on his brother’s shoulder. neither of them wanted to hear these news. jack looks well and truly sorry to have delivered it. 

eileen steps forward. 

i’ll go, she says. the winchesters exchange looks. a smile grows in the corners of sam’s mouth. eileen pulls on dean’s jacket, the one with the bloody handprint painted on the sleeve. she curls her hand around an angel blade. she gives sam a kiss on the lips, and dean a kiss on the forehead, wrapping a hand around his neck and hauling him down to her height. she ruffles jack’s hair, and he opens up a tear in the universe. 

the empty makes a horrible screeching noise, the sound of millions of angels screaming, the sound of demons wailing and hissing. sam and dean fall to their knees, cover their bleeding ears. eileen leaps into the portal.

it closes behind her. dean and sam sit in the bunker library in silence. dean stews in self-loathing–why couldn’t he have rescued cas, why’d he have to risk eileen, what if something happens, they can’t afford for both winchester brothers to wallow in grief, god he’s such a fuck-up–and sam waits with bated breath. he knows eileen will come back. he knows she’ll have cas with her. 

the portal reopens. sam was right.