Have A Headcanon That Every Soul Has It's "guardians". That To Reach Your Very Core, You Must Go Through

Have a headcanon that every soul has it's "guardians". That to reach your very core, you must go through these guardians until they allow you to go through.

Now imagining Dean going inside Sam to find his soul. Sam is shattered from his time in the cage, the wall breaking, and Gadreels possession, and literally everything else. His soul is weak and giving up against his will.

Dean is told that he can save Sam. He must venture through Sam and find his soul.

He's taken to a vast void. He meets various versions of Sam, from Soulless to Stanford to Cold Oak. Each one was harder to convince to let him through than the last.

He meets a young Sam last, tough but surprisingly forgiving. It makes Dean soft seeing how Sam's being is reflected here.

The void shifts and he sees a present day appear on young Sam's lap. He's asleep as young Sam strokes his hair.

Dean is about to approach when he's stopped by an invisible wall.

"What the?"

"I'm not the end of the road, De."

"What? Then who is??"

"I am."

Dean hears his own voice.

He's confused. Why is he here?

See, soul guardians often take the image of the person they protect. The last guardian often look like someone's most inner reflection of their being. It varies from person to person.

There are special cases though. And those are soulmates.

Soulmates are tied together in more ways than one. If the soulmates' bond is so strong, their soul takes the other's likeness and turns them into a guardian.

For the last guardian to have a person's soulmate's face.. well.

this frame is fucking comical he's so dramatic

My ideal date? You release me into the wild to hunt me for sport on your remote island BUT I’m not very good at hiding so you find me within 20 minutes. You hold the gun to my face but there is something so earnest in my eyes and hands that you cannot carry through. You pick me up and carry me back to your mansion. I am so polite and charming that you nurse me back to health. You grow to love and trust me despite the fact you’re holding me hostage after I fell of a charter vessel bound for Brazil. You buy me new clothes and have them shipped to the island. I kiss you good morning every day. You propose marriage. I accept. We skype in a priest and get married with the butler as our witness. That night I kill you and the butler. I redistribute your wealth. I live in the mansion on the abandoned island for the rest of my days. I study snail ecology. I never remarry. You were the love of my life but you were too dangerous and evil to live. I am buried next to you. The tides eventually wash our bodies away. Into the depths of the ocean, together.

his moles are so special to me. they are like my best friends

15x04 - Atomic Monsters

This is wild

ok why wasnt i at winchestercon 2006

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