That’s fucked up. That’s real fucked up. That’s some ice spider shit and I do not approve.
That is the sickest shit ever
i just imagined a tiny little ice-spider on the mirror singing ‘let it go’ as he builds his little icy webby fortress.
It never occurred to me before that Dean hadn’t seen his Mom on the ceiling. His Dad probably told him how she’d been killed but the reality had been left to his imagination. Then suddenly he runs into Sam’s room and for the first time, he’s able to see for real what he’d thought about all his life. And it’s even worse than he’d ever imagined.