Surprised by Joy

Faith Friday is where I post my thoughts, opinions, frustrations, and fears regarding Christianity, God, and everything in between. 


I recently purchased C.S. Lewis’ The Screwtape Letters (along with Mere Christianity and Surprised by Joy) at a local $5 book store near my mom’s place. I had heard from previous roommates how much they enjoyed reading his work and figured I would check it out. I found this book (with all three texts!) for $3. WIN. 



I began reading The Screwtape Letters first but found it helpful not to “binge” read those so that I can have more time to fully understand what he’s saying in each letter. I love how Screwtape’s words mean one thing for him and something completely different for me. His enemy is my God. His sadness is my prayer. I sometimes have to re-read parts of each letter to know what is being communicated. I do enjoy seeing humor in these letters as well as sorrow and temptations that our Enemy places in our lives to throw us off course. 

I have actually been enjoying Surprised by Joy the most because it’s his own conversion story told by him! I am a slow reader so I haven’t gotten very far into his story but his writing feels very familiar and comfortable to me. I feel as though I’m reading a letter he wrote to me about his childhood and what memories he has of his brother, his family, and what his background was before becoming a christian. I appreciate hearing about this part of his life because it adds so much rich texture to him as a person and allows me to know him as a person. It’s so interesting to see how someone who had no real religious background become such a strong voice in Christianity and hear how he converts from atheism to the faith. 

As someone who feels very between the lines of Christianity and non-believers, I am looking forward to continuing this journey with Mr. Lewis and hearing what brought him to be the man he became. 

I’m going to save Mere Christianity for a later time when I can really be present to the text. I’m not sure my current mindset is really going to absorb all that Lewis has to offer from that one. So that’ll be for future posts 🙂 

Excited to post my thoughts on here when I’m finished! Check back later for more updates with the label: Surprised by Joy

New Installment: Faith Fridays

Happy Fourth of July! While this post isn’t going to be remotely patriotic, I did want to mention that today is our nation’s independence day. While my relationship to America is a love/hate one, I can recognize that today is a day to celebrate being an American.  Star-spangled banner, fireworks, BBQ…. other American keywords. Okay, moving on!

I really want to be better about communicating with God as well as work on my writing, so I’m going to combine the two on this blog. Today is the beginning of a series I’m calling Faith Fridays! I’m excited to see what it becomes for me personally and for anyone reading along.

Faith Friday is where I post my thoughts, opinions, frustrations, and fears regarding Christianity, God, and everything in between. 

God,

I don’t like going to church anymore, and for that I am sorry. Honestly, I’m not sure I’ve ever truly enjoyed church. I remember growing up and having my mom tell me that I had to attend and somewhere in the midst of that conversation I felt this huge wave of guilt wash over me. Something inside was telling me that I HAD to go… or else I was a bad person. No one actually said those words to me (at least not that I remember) but it felt very real and very true. Actually being at church didn’t really have an affect on my faith or beliefs. What I remember the most about church back then was that everyone was nice to my family (and that’s about it).

In college I felt an urge to find a church group, mainly because that’s who I felt would be the nicest to me. You helped me find that group and I did flourish in those years. I felt You were near by and finally felt that you were real. I felt loved by my community and by You. But I didn’t have a regular church that I attended and that was alright with me. Although I went to random churches each week, this group sort of became my “church”. Churches gave me what I needed in the moment, but no lasting relationships to anyone outside my college group.

Let’s skip those messy and regretful post-college internship years. I’d like to pretend they didn’t happen for You and I. It’s easier that way.  

Now church is something I still know I should attend, but God… which one? Where are you? Where will I be included in a community of people who are striving to be better and learn your word? Where will they not hate on the group of people that I love (lgbt)? I’m not interested in political sermons. I’m not interested in hate spread in Your name. I am interested in feeling loved again. I am interested in creating friendships and bonds with others who want to feel loved too. There has to be a place where those things coexist.

So I keep searching. Eventually I’ll find You.

Amen.


So Many Things

I’ve come to realize that I have very eclectic interests and that’s starting to make me lose my mind. Being someone who spends a good amount of time online (mainly social media) I find myself thinking about the following things in the span of…oh…5 minutes with the relentless updates and postings:

I see a link for Fan Studies: A Call for Papers regarding Netflix:
I think: “I should write an essay on ______ and submit it to possibly be published!”

Creation Entertainment (runs the Supernatural Conventions) releases tickets for another convention that I really want to attend:
I think: “Man, I would love to go.”
Friends Online Say: “You should go! Meet us there!”
I say: “….OKAY! and schedule buying tickets”

Watch a You Tuber vlog about the past weekend’s VidCon:
I think: “Man, I miss making YouTube videos. I really should start that up again”

See a post on Facebook (or an Ad) for Graduate Schools:
I think: “I need to research Media Studies programs and figure out which school I want to attend!”

Remembers about all the stuff I could sell online that is sitting in my room:
I think: “Oh yea, I need to track ebay and see what I could get for these things”

These thoughts literally just occurred to me in the last 30 minutes and I’m pretty sure I’m losing my mind because of them. It’s all so much to think about on top of actually working (crazy thought, right?) and thinking about my friends, my family, eating food, breathing….you get the idea. People wonder why I can’t remember things as well as I used to and all I can say in response is: See Above.

It’s this cycle of thinking that creates a barrier between knowing what I want to pursue and actually pursuing them. It’s hard to focus on one thing when there are so many things that might work for me. It might be good to consider writing more seriously. It might be good to go back to school for Media Studies. It might be good to make more videos and pursue YouTube more seriously. But how do I do them all? Am I supposed to pick just one? I mean, if that’s the answer then I’ll figure it out; But as many times as I ask the question, I have yet to receive an answer.

What questions are you asking that you don’t feel are getting answered? Maybe we aren’t asking the right questions? Let me know in the comments below!

Letter to my Brother

Today my brother turns 24 years old and I would like to write him a (very public) letter of celebration on his big day!

Josh: You are probably still sleeping (living the Scripty life!) but I want to wish you a very happy 24th birthday. You have had a crazy year and I wanted to remind you of all you’ve accomplished and experienced this year.

You moved to LA and made the dream a reality by finally leaving Thousand Oaks. You met with a bunch of people who have helped to guide and motivate you towards working on being a Script Supervisor full-time. You might not believe it, but you are a very motivated person and I’m constantly impressed by the effort you put into finding work, building your resume, and networking.

You are one of the funniest people that I know. Sometimes the way you tell a joke (that you heard from a comedian) is WAY funnier that how the comedian said it!

You got to work with Matt LeBlanc AND Samuel Larson 😉 You are big time now. I’ll have my people call Spielberg’s people, so they can confirm with your people and we’ll set something up.

You are a gentleman and such a good man. I am proud to say you’re my brother when I think about how you view and treat women. It is SO rare to find a guy who values and respects women the way that you do. Never lose that.

Although I am constantly reminding you that success doesn’t come right away for everyone (Jon Hamm, Oprah) you do inspire me to work harder to achieve my own goals/dreams simply because you are doing it for yourself and you are making a living in the industry that you love. I don’t know too many people who can say that about their own lives.

I love you immensely and I can’t wait to see where life takes you in your 24th year. I’m glad I get to watch it all happen for someone so deserving of all the good life has to offer. I’m so utterly proud to call you my brother.

Love you ‘lil brudder.

Ever since I first saw this picture online I’ve wanted to do a blog update using it as the prompt. So I’m going to make it a regular  part of my blog updates. It’s helpful to reflect and do a self-check every-so-often.

I was… depressed for much of the last year. It’s an odd feeling because I still think those fears and self-doubts are existing within me, but I feel much more hopeful than I did at my deepest/darkest point. Hope has been a key aspect of regaining myself and seeing light in the world.

I am…very happy to be living in Culver. It’s been something that I’ve wanted for a long time and now that its become real I’m ecstatic!! It’s a cool place with a lot to explore. Everything I imagined (so far) it would be.

I think… that I’m going to research grad schools again. I can’t get the thought out of my head, so I might as well see what is out there (other than the school that shall not be named…because it’s evil).

I wonder… how different life will look in 1 year. What about 5 years? Where will I be? Who will I be friends with? Will I be single? Who will have a few kids by then?

I wish… that TV characters were real. Need I explain further?

I save… my old Nsync pictures/memorabilia because I literally can’t part with them. They are part of my childhood and adolescence.

I always… wake up early on the weekends and I never… wake up on time for work. The struggle is real.

I can’t imagine… moving to another country. I have so many friends that have done just that and it’s hard for me to picture myself doing it. There aren’t too many places that I would even want to live outside of the U.S. but there are a few (Amsterdam & maybe London). Who knows? Maybe I’ll join my buddies and become an international resident. 😉

I believe… very little of what people say to me. It’s a problem really. Defense mechanism for sure, but it’s gotten me into more trouble than it has “protected me” from people.

I promise… to not give up. As much as I am tempted to (in basically all aspects of life) I will continue to fight and keep going.

I love… writing. Thanks for reading my thoughts on my little space of the internet. ❤

I’ll Be There For You…

Raise your hand if you grew up believing your best friends would look like the cast photo above.

*Raises both hands* 
I wonder how many of us would keep those hands raised when asked if those beliefs actually became reality? 
[Warning: No answers to life’s tough questions can be found in this post. Simply this girl’s thoughts and feelings]
Friendship is a hard thing. It’s a relationship that takes work, trust, honesty, and communication. Some friendships last forever and some only for a season. Personally I tend to be a hard friend for people to keep because I’m constantly doubting the intentions of those around me and that’s no place to nurture trust. Oh, I know I have issues! I don’t have a lot of experience being a friend. It’s a fairly recent experience for me since I didn’t have any true friends until college. That’s where I finally began hanging out with people. I was invited to dinner and hang outs and began having a social life. People even came to my dorm/apartment simply to chat. It was a completely new experience and I quickly learned that I was NOT good at it. I kept asking myself, “Why do they keep coming over?” or “What do they want?” but the answer was simply to spend time with me. I was baffled. 
After 4 years of hands on “friend training” I felt pretty comfortable in myfriendships. I was confident in my communication and conflict resolution skills (thanks Intervarsity) and I was actively trying to trust that people liked me (although it’s still a struggle). But then I moved away from all my friends who “trained” me and moved into a completely new group of people. On top of all that, I moved to the inner city of South Los Angeles where everything was unfamiliar. Those were the hardest years for me on a multitude of levels. I lost all my confidence and even some of my friends. What little trust in people that I had gained in college, was lost. Some of my biggest regrets come from that time in my life. 
That post-college time period is when your friendships are put to the test. Will they withstand a drastic change in distance, passions, and energy levels? Let’s be real, we’re all tired during the transition into full-time work. It’s a lot more draining that most of us admit. We no longer have a few hours in between classes to catch up on life. We rarely have time to cry, laugh, or even eat together. Some of our friendships dwindle and eventually die out simply due to malnutrition. If we don’t feed and nurture our friendships, they die. Thankfully, I have a few that stuck it out and are still my friends today. Even through those dark, post college years…they remained my friends.

Now, however, I find myself with a stronger confidence but lack of friendship.  In an attempt to protect myself, I put up barriers. Told myself that I can no longer continue to give away parts of myself to people who don’t deserve it. The sad outcome of this defense is not having any friends. *Dramatic pause * Obviously I still have some friends, but still feel very lonely. Many if my friends have moved to foreign countries or have begun their own lives separate of mine. It’s a lonely place trying to find friends these days. 

I’ve had (and continue to have) close friends and we’ve had deep conversations about life, love, and everything in between. But I hesitate to call them “best” friends because I’ve had to filter myself with them for various reasons and honestly, how can you call someone your BEST friend and yet not share certain things with them? You can’t. Don’t get me wrong, I love the small number of friends that I do have. Most of them are International now so that’s tough…and I do love each of them dearly, but the search continues for my best friend.

Also, I’ve come to learn that the older we get, the harder it is to make new friends; how annoying is that? Now that I’m in a place where I know myself better and can be a better friend, I find I am often alone. Those pesky trust issues that I mentioned earlier don’t help, but that’s besides the point. I’ve been burned by  people I trusted far too much recently and that has left me feeling disappointed.

To all my friends out there, past and present, I’m sorry if I ever let you down… I’ve been let down too though. Words don’t have a high value in my life because I’ve seen promises turn to lies far to often to trust what’s spoken. I trust actions and intentions. And being my friend means knowing this about me: I don’t trust easily; but when I do, it’s for life.

I’ll say it again: Friendship is hard. But I have to believe that it’s worth the struggle if the outcome is deep and meaningful relationships. That’s what makes life worth it, right? So I continue to fight for the friends I still have (the ones worth fighting for anyways) and disengage with those who have hurt me. Friendship isn’t always pretty, but if done well, it’s a thing of beauty.

“Love is blind. Friendship tries not to notice” -Unknown

Knowing Next Moves

I’ve been at my job 5 years now.

Whew.

When did THAT happen? It feels like just yesterday that I was hired full-time and so flipping relieved to have employment and a regular paycheck. In fact, I remember running into someone from high school during my lunch break one day (she was a transfer student and therefore hadn’t graduated yet) and she judged me SO HARD for not doing what I  “went to school for”. I remember thinking she was so naive (having not graduated herself and still in the mindset that she would for sure use her degree). I also remember feeling so relieved to have found full-time work that I didn’t even consider WHAT I was doing. I had loans to pay off, rent to pay, groceries to buy, and life to live! While her comment did irk me a little, I didn’t allow it to fester…until now.

When thinking about what to write for this post, I remembered that interaction; and feelings of jealousy, angst, anger, and bitter disappointment came rushing to my heart. I never imagined that my life would look anything like it does now. While I was never a big “dreamer” I never thought I would be “that girl”. You all know her. You might even be her (or him). She’s the girl that loved her major and assumed she would work in the field she studied in college… but life happened… and now she’s an office worker. She’s stuck behind the cubicle and hates it. It’s a common trope now in many stories we see in TV, movies, and books. The character that works a shitty job but dreams of more (See: Secret Life of Walter Mitty, Office Space, etc.)

It’s hard for me to write this post because I don’t have any answers. Sure, the easy answer is: Find new employment. But there’s so much packed into that statement that would need to unpack before I even begin to search elsewhere…

I’m stuck asking questions like, “What is my calling?” or “What do I want my life to look like in 5 years?” The most depressing part of answering those questions is that I don’t have an answer. I don’t even have a lofty, pie-in-the-sky type of answer. How does one figure out their calling? How do you just know what you’re meant to do? And on the less fun, more practical side of things: who says you are meant to even have a “dream job”? I mean, someone has to be the customer service person who gets yelled at for bullshit things like entitlement and listening to rich people problems, right? Who decides which of us gets the dream job and which gets yelled at on the regular?

There’s also the issue of living in America vs. any other country. We have this idea that we buy into called “The American Dream”. We are told, especially my generation, that you should reach for your dreams and not to settle for any thing. But can everyone really be a pop star, model, dancer, etc.? Can we all become exactly what we thought we wanted when we were 5 years old? Reality is, no we can’t.  Most of us will be in cubicles and I assume only a small percentage of us will be happy about it. It’s the job that everyone mocks or uses as their example of a “bad job” and yet so many offices around the world are filled with cubicle employees.

Welcome to my brain! These are the conversations that I’m constantly having with myself and talking myself in circles. It’s exhausting and extremely depressing. How do you actually change your entire life? How do you actually decide to take the leap and alter the entire direction of your life?

If anyone has answers or thoughts, I need to hear them below. Comment, email, anything! I need some motivation and guidance here people!

To: My Mom

I saw another blogger do this for her kids on their birthday and wanted to copy it! I don’t have kids but I do have someone that I’d like to write to: My Mom. 


Mom, today is your ___(age removed for security purposes…) BIRTHDAY !! You’ve survived so many hardships and overcome each and every one, only to become a stronger woman in the end. I’m so proud and honored to call you my mom. 

This last year you got a promotion at work and got to celebrate overcoming that challenge that you hadn’t previously thought you could! It’s really great to watch you enjoy your work and grow with each new challenge you’re thrown. 

You started cooking and baking more often and I can really see how happy those things make you. You even made tortillas from scratch… and they were delicious. I love seeing the joy and passion in your eyes as you cook for others. Everyone knows you’re the best cook in town 🙂 

Later this year we will explore Vancouver for a little vacation (and happen upon a Supernatural convention) but I can’t wait to see it all with you! It’s gonna be awesome 🙂 

This was a rough year for me and you’re the only person would got me through it. No one else was there for me like you were. Being able to escape to your house, sleep, rest, and feel as loved as you make me feel was exactly what I needed. Thank you for always being on my side. 

There are a million more things that I  could mention, but all I will say is this: You are an amazing mother and I’m so glad to have you in my life. 

Here’s to another year of life’s challenges and discoveries! 



Happy Birthday! I love you to the moon and back ❤ 

Falling Behind in Life

We interrupt our normal blogging schedule to bring you these thoughts. Below is a conversation I may (or may not) have had with God.

You know what, you’re timing is tough to understand. Sometimes you send things/lessons at the perfect moment (and it’s glorious) and other times it feels like you’re dragging your feet on every….little….thing. Lately (meaning the last 3-4 years of my life) I have been feeling left behind in the grand scheme of life. I’ve blamed you most of the time actually. I’ve questioned my future and my value in this world because I haven’t experienced things that people my age would have back in their teens! And as the years continue to pass, more and more friends have found relationships, gotten married, gained degrees, worked on having “careers”, and attained what I call “Adult Status”. They may not feel as though they are adults, but in my mind they are.

And then there’s me.

Same job. No romantic prospects. No career path. . . .

But then, on a day like today, you send me this article: No You’re Not Falling Behind in Life (Relevant Mag).
And it reminds me that I’m my own person and shouldn’t compare my life to others. And while our relationship isn’t all that great (sorry for the lack of prayers and not attending church and all…) I’m still on your side and hope that you are still on mine. 

The Purge: Brotherhood for the Winchesters

This may be hard to explain to all my non-Supernatural friends so I wanted to start of by saying that the following post is actually a submission to write for a Supernatural fansite. If you have NO idea what I’m talking about please just disregard this post. Also spoiler alert for those wanting to catch up on recent episodes! I’m hoping to do more freelance writing online for various sites, but I also wanted to share my thoughts in a timely manner. So I’m posting the article here too. The following is a post about my thoughts and theories on brotherhood and being a winchester as observed from this week’s episode titled, “The Purge”.

“The Purge” 
Tuesday’s episode was gut-wrenching to say the least. Watching how cold the brother’s interactions were and how painfully obvious it was that Dean wasn’t taking it so well was hard for this fangirl to watch. When we first see them talk it’s involving a new case Dean has found after a sleepless night. Sam checks in with Dean to make sure he’s really okay with what they discussed during last week’s episode (being hunters and not brothers…) Dean plays it off as if it’s nothing all while holding his drink of choice Whiskey. We’re made to believe that this is taking place in the morning with coffee, cereal, and Sam asking about Dean’s sleep so it’s that much more obvious that contrary to what he says, Dean is drinking his breakfast and therefore not doing well emotionally. As we’ve seen in previous seasons, drinking is how Dean copes with depression and loss. We are already off to an emotionally rocky start. Honestly, seeing Sam be so matter-of-fact and seemingly unaware of Dean’s drinking reminds me of “soulless Sam” of seasons past. Does he notice the glass of whiskey and non-sleep his “co-hunter” is getting? Sure he’s your brother but as you clearly stated before, that can no longer be taken into account when they work together. But wouldn’t you want your co-hunter to protect you and be on their best game? Even using your heartless logic Sam this doesn’t lead to a healthy (working) relationship.

Side Note: The scene with Dean and his donut at the police station was one of my highlight, especially in such a somber episode. One of the only times we saw Dean in a “happy place” was when he was enjoying his deep fried treat. ..Classic Dean Moment.

Next we see them interview for the trainers positions at the Wellness Spa in order to go undercover and find this week’s monster. I found this interesting because they told the interviewers that they were brothers when they really didn’t have to. They’ve gone undercover before without being “brothers” correct? (Tell me if I’m wrong). I might be hypersensitive to the word “brothers” when used by either Winchester but nonetheless it stood out in my mind. As I was watching it a second time, I got the feeling that maybe Dean is “overselling” the idea as a means to hide his true feelings. Outside of this scene (and the amazing donut experience we witnessed earlier) we only saw him somber, drinking, and relatively low energy. Dean feels the need to make them believe they are brothers while Sam feels he must convince them that they are passionate about people’s health. Perfect symbolism for how the brothers engage with their current issue (being brothers vs. saving people). Being brothers has always been on Dean’s top priority, while saving others and hunting evil has been Sam’s main motivation. Also interesting how Sam words their “passion for fitness and helping people” in comparison to “saving people, hunting things” family motto.
For me, the next big brother moment is when Dean is “drugged” after sampling some of the pudding served to the clients before there fat is “sucked” away. His call for help to Sam, whom he affectionately calls “Sammy”, spoke volumes into where his mind goes when uninhibited. He calls for help from his little brother because he knows Sammy will come through. He utters what will forever be known as the safe word for fans and fangirls alike, “Sweet Potatoes”. It’s enough detail for Sam to know where to look at least!

Now that they know the clients are being drugged and sucked (not in the good way as Dean might add) their next move is to question the Sheriff from the beginning of the episode who is seen by Sam attending the Wellness program. She brings up an interesting detail that I only noticed upon my second viewing. She mentions her husband leaving her because she loved cookie-dough milkshakes more than she loved him. Although a bit of a reach, I did enjoy the watching the sheriff talk about her own family issues juxtaposed with the Winchesters and their current family discussion of love and how much value each place on those relationships.
The next brother moment came when Sam was in danger as they boys searched the basement for Alonso,who turns out to be the monster that brought the Winchesters there in the first place. Of course he turned the lights out so he could go on a fat-sicking spree and leave our boys with nothing but flashlights to see. Sam gets pinned down by Alonso until Dean shows up and cuts off the…tongue? Head? Whatever it is, once it was gone so was the monster. In any other episode this might have just been a plot point, but in this episode it feels much more than that…especially when Dean brings it up during their heartbreaking chat at the end of the episode, but I’ll discuss that later.
The scene when they discuss killing the sister feeling significant in giving insight into Sam’s frame of reference. The writers actually have him say “I still have a heart” which brings me back to my “soulless Sam” comment earlier. Yes Sam wants to be strictly business but only when it comes to Dean. He is not soulless and does feel for the nice monsters they encounter. He always has and he always will. My issue with Sam’s question to Dean about deserving to die when possessed by Gadreel is that he is using what he knows to be Dean’s soft-spot against him when Dean is trying to follow the rules he believed Sam set in the previous conversation. Dean wants to keep it “strictly business” and not think about emotional attachments to anyone! No friendly monsters, no friends, and definitely not Sam. While he couldn’t never pull that off, he is gonna give it his all (as we’ve seen clearly throughout this episode.) Now we have Sam asking him to tap into those emotions he has for Sam to defend this week’s monster that did not harm anyone and is only guilty by association (and being a monster…but I digress).
Now to discuss the final chat the boys have back in the bunker. As we learned last week, these chats can be cold and often break millions of fangirl hearts. I watched with baited breath to see what Dean had to say. With a glass of whiskey in his hand Dean decides to give his two-cents on the terms Sam laid out should they continue to hunt together. This conversation clearly (and gut-wrenchingly) represents just how differently the boys view their jobs as hunters, family, and the value of each others lives. Dean starts off by saying that he may not think before he acts but that his actions are always aligned with what he felt to be the right thing. Sam’s response, while painful to hear, is that Dean’s meter of measuring good and bad is skewed when it comes to Sam. Dean would allow others to die if it meant Sam gets to live and that’s not something Sam wants anymore. I have to confess that I was in tears when I heard Sam reply to Dean’s hypothetical switch-situation so matter-of-factly. Sam says, “No Dean. I wouldn’t (save you)” and my heart sank farther than I thought possible. Thinking how Dean heard those words and how painful to feel his reality that his own brother would let him die, and hearing Sam acknowledge that he would let this happen was excruciating.  I’m having a hard time expressing the differences here, but this tumblr post I read ellquently says what I’m having trouble saying: http://lovedsam.tumblr.com/post/75679159492/if-you-love-someone-let-them-go-yeah-really

They view their roles as family and as hunters differently. This conversation along with many others we’ve seen them have in the past, illustrates these differences all too well. Sam was ready to die for the cause and complete the trials to rid the world of so much evil and suffering at the hands of angels and demons alike. But Dean wasn’t ready to let him go and I don’t think Dean will ever be ready for the day when Sam isn’t alive. It’s a reality everyone has to deal with when they love someone (mother, brother, sister, etc.) Although it hurt to hear it, Sam needed to say that Dean saved him for selfish reasons. Had it been any other hunter in Sam’s place he would have allowed it, or so I assume.
In Sam’s defense, many things in his life have been decided for him and that’s not something he’s gonna tolerate anymore, especially not from Dean. But he said this in such a cold and uncaring way. After only 2 weeks of being apart it’s understandable that Sam is hurt and angry with Dean for what he did. I don’t hold that against him. But it’s also true that he said some pretty hurtful things about Dean that will have a ripple affect throughout the remainder of the season. Dean is lonely now but he would have been painfully alone if he had allowed Sam to continue the trials and die. I don’t believe Dean’s only motivation was saving Sam for selfish reasons. He has given his entire life to keeping Sam safe and that is not something that Dean will easily let go of regardless of the cause (as mentioned in the tumblr post linked above). I believe Dean was unaware of Sam’s feelings and honestly believed this is what Sam would do for him should their roles be switched and that made it the right thing to do.
Both Winchesters are acting in ways they believe to be the right, the hard part is they view right and wrong, good and evil, family and hunter very differently.
Needless to say, this was a fantastically executed episode with brilliant acting from both Jensen and Jared along with great movement in the brother storyline. While many fangirls are sad (and I am definitely one of them believe me) I still feel this was a necessary part of their story. I have waited a long time for them to be this honest and vulnerable with one another about this issue. While it hurt like hell, it was a move in the right direction. I have faith in the writers and crew to know how to bring our favorite brothers together again. They just have a longer road to travel than they have done in previous seasons. The road may be longer, but honesty will help properly build trust and make the outcome of this journey that much sweeter. 
The End