His eyes…Jensen does such good crazy eyes. What good are those eyes for a guy who lives in Brentwood three months a year? It really would make more sense if he was a man of impeachable morality and dubious impulse control and a little bit of glee in violence that takes care of us when we can’t do it for ourselves. I need…I need that role romanticised, dammit. I’m still a little girl reading fairy stories at heart, and he’s one of my Woodsmen/King’s children.
(Source: awesomewinchesters, via letmartyhandlethis)
