I actually have a theory that this is at least partly because Sam’s worst, most aggressive impulses are vented on a regular basis because of his lifestyle as a hunter.
How many times a day does the average person want to punch someone in the face for whatever reason, and suppress that urge because it’s wrong and violent and uncivilized?
But Sam is violent and uncivilized on an almost daily basis, so there aren’t any pent-up violent urges lying underneath the surface, just waiting to burst out the moment there’s no conscience or empathy to keep them in check.
What Sam doesn’t do a lot of is speak his mind, so what we get is a fuckton of the snark that’s normally hidden behind his epic silently judging-you bitchface.
Commission for Jen for her in-production AU A Little Patience~ I’m excited cuz in this fic neither Dean or Cas are dom/sub they both like to switch~ In this scene they’re both trying on collars and stuff and Cas is all gung-ho about it like “this has to be perfect, Dean, the best" and Dean’s just like "hnrnrhghrhghhhhhhhhh…." *blushy blushy*
You can’t really tell but the metal bolts on the collar are green~ I think Dean’s having a little bit of a tough time closing that clasp……
ok really though domestic au dean and cas would have the dorkiest, most adorable phone sex
"Are you fingering yourself?"
"Of course I’m fingering myself, you sexy moron."
"Don’t call me a moron, Dean. I have two PhD’s."
"I love when you talk smart to me, Cas."
"Yeah, that’s it, baby."
“Unstable radioactive isotopes.”
"Oh, Cas, don’t stop."