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May we never forget that on this day ✨The 9th of June✨Jensen Ackles bare ass broke Amazon🙌

Amen and may your day be as good as the day we all first saw the light 😌🙏🙏

Literally. (X)

[charred-angelwings]

OH MY GOD I FUCKIN LOVE THIS 👏👏👏

I don’t know what it is about a jealous and protective Dean but maaaannn, it ruins me every damn time!!

Not to mention Dean being unsure of himself around you, nervous laughs and kisses??? ughHHH I MELT 😩😩😩

We're All Irish Tonight

An SPN Fanfic

~Dean has been pining for Y/N for months now, and he thinks tonight might be the night things finally get going...~

Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, OCs

1344 Words

Warnings: Jealous!Dean, BAMF!Reader, Fluff. Drinking

A/N: Thought you could all use a fluffy drabble today so I banged this out for ya. Happy St Patrick's Day!

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The crowd was buzzing with faux Irish pride, only about ten percent of the patrons able to boast any actual connection to the Emerald Isle. But it didn’t matter- tonight, everyone was Irish. The bar was crowded three deep and the trio took turns wading through the sea of drunken green to wave down Chris, the bartender, and order more rounds. 

Y/N was nursing a Guinness like it was poison, but knocking back whiskies like they were the cure. 

“I hate this stuff,” she said behind a hiccup, voice carrying over the throng and across the table to Dean, who was the picture of calm with a thick, foamy mustache. “Tastes like bread!” 

He laughed and licked the head from his lips. “Then why do you keep drinking it?” he yelled back, leaning over the table to get closer to her. 

She shrugged and batted her lashes innocently. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just a dumb floosy at the bar tonight. Besides, everyone’s Irish on Saint Patty’s Day!” 

Seated between them, Sam laughed and rubbed at the back of his neck, feeling for the thousandth time like the third, unwanted wheel on a scooter. “I’ll get you something else when I get back up,” he offered, smiling sweetly at Y/N. 

She was too drunk to really care, but they were having fun. “Nah.” Pushing her chair back, she stood with the pint, downed the rest in one gulp and amazingly did not choke. 

Dean watched her in awe, his green eyes wide, his plump lips gone slack. “Damn.” 

Y/N slammed the empty glass down and cheered. “Whoo! Next one’s on me, boys!” She winked at Dean before turning to the bar and squaring her shoulders, preparing to fight through the noisy masses. 

Dean sat back, staring at her ass as she left. He rubbed his hands down his thighs and whistled with interest. “Ya know, Sammy, tonight might be the night.” 

Sam, having heard this more than a dozen times in the last two months, rolled his eyes and went diving into his beer, hoping to drown or find an escape hatch at the bottom. “Yeah, sure, Dean.” 

“What? You don’t think it’ll happen? Tonight is perfect. Drinks, music, tons of people.” Dean smiled to himself, thinking of the prospects. “Maybe we’ll go for a walk later, find a quiet spot… yada yada… see what happens.” 

There was no help at the bottom of his glass, just a fishbowl view of the grimey table. Sam sighed. “Sure. Just like last week and the week before and that time in Oswego when you were so sure you were gonna hook up. Give it up, Dean. She’s not into you.” 

Dean took it all to heart and slumped down in his chair, crossing his arms. He pouted and then scoffed. “What do you know anyway?” 

Up at the bar, Y/N was waiting for the pints to be drawn, and she herself had drawn some attention from a group of fratboys in various shades of green. One in particular, a blond with pretty blue eyes, was leaning in pretty close, the stench of whiskey and weed on his breath. 

“Come on, baby,” he cooed, pressing himself against Y/N’s shoulder. “You gotta let me pinch you.” 

She spun and lay a playful looking hand on his shoulder while actually pushing him back a step. “Really? And why’s that?” 

He laughed. “Ya ain’t wearin’ green!” 

Y/N licked her lips and gave him another shove backwards. “How do you know?” 

The man ran his hand down her back and moved in again. “I don’t see nothing green on ya, sweetheart.” 

She reeled him in a little closer, whispering. “Well, maybe you just can’t see it over my clothes…”

He sucked in a quick breath through puckered lips and went for it, nearly tumbling over her for a kiss. 

The crack of Y/N’s palm against his cheek rang through the bar like a lightning strike. 

Dean’s head popped up and his eyes narrowed. In an instant, he was at the bar, shoving people aside to get to Y/N.. 

She was standing in the middle of a crowd of morons, one hand on her hip, the other wagging through the air. 

“Don’t you fucking touch a lady without her permission,” she snapped, glaring up at the boy like the Headmistress of a boarding school. 

Blondie got smart and sneered. “I don’t see a lady here,” he barked, arms wide open, looking for a fight. Her handprint bloomed like a rose on his cheek. 

Dean unclenched his fists and his jaw. “Hey! She said back up, buddy.” 

“Who you calling ‘buddy’, pal?” 

“I ain’t your pal,” Dean spat. “And you best take your candy-ass out of here before I paint your other cheek.” 

Dean stepped in, the fratboy countered. Y/N cocked a brow, watching the display. 

The asshole backed down. “Eh, she ain’t worth it anyway.” 

Dean’s shoulders relaxed, but Y/N did not. Stepping between them, she cracked her fist against his other jaw, nearly knocking him over. 

“I am too worth it, ya jackass!”

Sadly, Chris had no choice but to kick Y/N out of the bar, and Dean found her moments later, walking towards home in the chilly night air. Her arms were wrapped around her middle and she walked slowly, kicking at the sidewalk. 

Dean shrugged off his jacket and hung it over her shoulders, startling her a bit. 

“Oh! Hey…” 

He smiled and stepped in front of her to close the top button lest the jacket fall off. She looked terribly small and precious in his oversized coat; too precious to be walking home alone by herself. 

“Ya left without us,” he said, hoping to get a laugh. 

She sighed instead. “Yeah, well… I didn’t want to ruin your night out. Not anymore than I already did, anyway.” 

Dean laughed. “Ruin? Are you kidding me? Watching you beat the crap out of that guy was the highlight of the evening. Hell, of the week.” He turned and slung his arm around her, enjoying the closeness. 

“He really was being a dick. You didn’t see but he was a little grabby…” 

Dean skidded to a halt. “I’ll fuckin’ kill him…” 

“No, no!” Y/N laughed and grabbed his flannel, turning him towards her again. “I was very impressed how you came to my rescue like that.” 

He bit his lip, gazed down with hope in his eyes. “Y/N, if I know anything about you, it’s that you don’t need rescuing. But still, if he comes near you again, I will stab him in the throat.” 

Another laugh knocked her head back and Dean couldn’t stand it any longer. Without a plan, without a thought, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. The moment was brief but not without the shock of truth and they both gasped when space lengthened between them. 

“You… kissed me.” Her eyes were wet and her skin was flushed. Her fingers curled tighter around his flannel. 

He blushed, licked his lip, dipped his chin. “I did, yeah.” 

Stunned, she hung there for a long moment, eyes caressing his face, unable find any words at all. 

Dean grew anxious and cleared his throat. “You’re thinkin’ about laying me out like you did that asshole, aren’t you?”

Slowly, she shook her head and smiled. “Actually, I was thinking about kissing you back…” 

Their lips met under the streetlight, with the noise from the bar lost in the background. Dean wrapped his arms around her, keeping her close while she slipped her tongue between his lips, tasting, exploring, begging for more. 

When she let him go, he looked down, awed and drunk and happy for the first time in a long time. 

“Well, I guess today is lucky after all,” he whispered. 

Y/N shook her head, laughing gently. “You’re not Irish, Dean.” 

He inhaled deeply, pulling in the memory of the moment as his arms tightened around her. “Baby, tonight, we’re all Irish.” 

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I wish I could jump into this story, it’s so cuddly, and sweet and soft it’s exactly what I need 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Tell me about being in a cabin with Dean, having a calm, romantic night, and having sex while it snows outside.

Boots and Blankets and Things -

His boots were by the door. Snow was melting off the treds as the heat from the fireplace reached across the big room. The little puddle was nothing to worry about, they could clean it up later. 

The thick blankets were tossed aside and rumpled beneath them; the warm wool threads frayed from years of use. They didn’t make blankets like that anymore, they were only ever found tucked away in the back of closets or stowed in car trunks in case of emergencies. 

An empty whiskey bottle lay on its side on the floor, kicked over by an elbow, a foot, who’s to say? They’d drunk their fill and then some, raiding Bobby’s stash in the bedroom until they were warm and giddy, drowning in lust and rye. 

Flannel shirts were balled up as pillows and stuffed beneath her head. Denim was cast away aside like trash, cotton was sprinkled like breadcrumbs across the cabin. 

Outside a gentle snow fell onto freezing earth, weighing down the pine trees, erasing the gravel driveway, the stairs, their hopes of escape. It piled up on the windows, stuck in the muntin, fogged up the glass. 

Inside, he held her close, spreading kisses like honey down her body. His lips were chapped from the cold but oh so warm as they nipped at her shoulder, suckled on her breast, parted her lips with hungry kisses. 

Light from the fire played across their nakedness, casting shadows in curves and illuminating sacred spaces usually kept hidden. Dean kissed every spot, let his fingers glide over every inch previously unknown. Y/N held her breath as he explored, moaned his name when he struck the sweet spots. She scraped her nails down his back, nibbled gently on his ears, fit her thighs snug around his trim waist. 

There was no rush, no need to worry. There were no monsters lurking behind the trees, no doomsday clock ticking away over their heads. There was only the perfect falling snow and the fire, only the passion between them and the stillness of the forest.  

Tomorrow, they would dig their way out, shovel the Impala free and fight their way down the mountain. But tonight they slept in peace, sated and calm, wrapped together on the floor by the fire. Tonight they found the love they both needed, the safety of old wool blankets and the warmth of each other’s arms.

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I’m just curious

I’ve watched the whole season and I’ve had a lot of thoughts and feelings about the show as a whole and I’m curious how it’s gonna all tie together and if Dean coming back is going to be a pivotal part of the episode or just another bait tactic and he only shows up for the last five minutes god help them if that’s that case

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PLEASE I NEED THIS 🥵🥵🥵

And when you said "he laid himself over her, covering her body with with the safety and security of his strength and power" omg giiiirl I was like

Huh, Not That Complicated After All

(x)

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut - this is just all smut. No plot. Shower sex, brief semi-public sex, fingering, overstimulation, edging, showerhead as vibrator, mentions of oral sex (f receiving). This can once again be blamed on Yvette. 😏

Summary: Dean figures out show to make shower sex not so complicated.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 1,312

A/N: In this post, @justagirlinafandomworld shared the pic above, and it gave me all kinds of smutty inspiration, so I had to go for it. 😊 Hope you all enjoy. 😁

The beautiful dividers below and at the bottom were created by @talesmaniac89.

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Y/N stepped into the steamy spray of water, grateful that the cheap motel they'd been forced into by a suddenly raging spring storm, at least had a very nice shower. 

She was exhausted; her muscles ached, and small, purplish bruises dotted her skin. But none of the pains or marks came from the Vetalas whose nest she and Dean had taken down easily the day before.

It was all from the night that followed.

As sometimes happened, the hunt had energized and invigorated her boyfriend, making his gaze lustful and hot every time it landed on her. She was positive that even if the storm hadn't appeared out of nowhere, they would have ended up seeking a motel room for the night, unable to make it back to the bunker before the need for each other overtook them. 

As it was, Dean's hands had stayed on her the whole time they were checking into the motel, and as soon as they'd left the office he'd pulled her into an alcove between buildings and given her her first orgasm of the night.

He'd pressed her against the peeling whitewashed boards of the detached motel office, jamming his knee between her thighs, and shoving his hand down her jeans. The rain pelted them, drenching them almost immediately, but she was grateful for it, as the pounding sound dulled the noise of her cries of pleasure as Dean plucked at the bundle of nerves at her center.

Kissing her hard, Dean wrapped his massive hand around her throat, squeezing ever so gently, but mostly using the grip to force her head to stay at the exact angle he wanted as he delved his tongue deep into the warm recesses of her mouth. 

He kept her pinned there, pressing and pulling a climax from out of her body with the ease of an expert. As she came down, she realized she was clinging to him, mouth open and panting, her thighs still clutched tightly around his hand.

Dean didn't even bother to zip her jeans back up, just pulled his hand out of her body and grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her forward on wobbly legs to get to their room.

With the door barely closed behind them, he'd begun immediately peeling her sodden clothes from her body. Wet skin, cold air and Dean's rough, hot hands had all worked together to leave Y/N a shivering mess covered in goosebumps. 

But soon Dean had warmed her, as he laid himself over her, covering her body with with the safety and security of his strength and power. Comfort and love flowed from his fingertips as he stroked her into endless pleasure, all night long.

Now, Y/N looked down at the bruises that dotted along the inside of her thighs, sucked into existence by Dean's sinful, succulent mouth, and felt a thrill of pleasure run through her at the memory of his broad shoulders pushing her legs open as he fell to feast on her like a starving man. 

As the steam of the shower swirled around her, she let her hand fall to her still swollen clit, hissing slightly as she touched the sensitive, overworked bud. Her thumb ran over the slight stubble burn that decorated her inner thigh, and she fell back against the shower wall, eyes closed in remembered bliss.

She shrieked loudly and her eyes sprang open as she suddenly felt a hand covering her own where it rested on her soft mound of curls.

"Dean." She breathed before he silenced her with a slow lingering kiss. He used her own fingers to press against her clit, and she moaned raggedly.

"Dean, I can't." She panted. "I can't…anymore. I'm so- Unh! Fuck!" She gritted out the curse as Dean bent to take her left nipple between his lips, sucking it hard before pulling back to lick away the water sluicing over her skin.

"S'okay baby." He said, voice thick with desire. "I'm gonna take care of that."

Without further explanation, he opened a bar of cheap motel soap and lathered his hands up. Turning her gently so she faced the back wall of the shower, he began to work his strong fingers into her tired, spent muscles. 

He spread the soap suds from her shoulders, down over her back, working out the tension there, before moving lower and paying special attention to  her ass and upper thighs. She felt him get down on his knees behind her, and she peeked over her shoulder to watch him run his hands up and down her legs, fingers coming tantalizingly close to her core again and again.

Eventually he turned her to face him, still on his knees below her, as he began soaping up his hands once again. He scrubbed his blunt nails through the curls at the apex of her thighs washing away the residue of cum that remained from the night before.

Finally he stood and finished lathering her torso. When she was full of soap suds, he turned and pulled down the handheld shower head from where it sat on its anchor.

He clicked something on it, and the water pressure changed from a strong, forceful geyser of water, to a gentle, almost misting spray. 

He used the delicate setting to slowly rinse away all the soap, leaving her skin feeling radiant and her muscles relaxed.

As he washed away the last of it, he lowered the wand of the shower head so that it soaked through the strip of soft curls between her legs. With his free hand he spread her lower lips slightly so that the warm, gentle spray tapped lightly against her clit.

Y/N gasped as she felt the tingling sensation spread straight to her core, and down her legs.

"You sure you don't have one more in there for me, sweetheart?" Dean asked huskily. 

He jiggled the shower head in his hand, causing the water to vibrate against her sensitive skin and make her cut off a scream.

He leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "If you want, I'll stop."

But Y/N shook her head wildly, grabbing Dean's wrist and pressing the showerhead closer. "Fuck no." She choked out, making Dean chuckle wickedly.

"That's my girl." He praised. He spread her lips wider alternating between lightly spraying the water over her whole cunt, and aiming the jet of water directly at her clit and making her scream and lose her balance. Thankfully, Dean's heavy body held her up, his weight acting as an anchor pinning her in place.

Dean kept up the exquisite, gentle torture to the point that Y/N was begging him for release, tears of pleasure and need flowing into the steam and wetness from the shower on her cheeks.

Finally after edging her over and over, Dean pressed the showerhead tightly against her, the direct, ceaseless pressure on her clit sending her careening over the edge. 

But as she came down, he didn't pull the water away from her. Instead, he kept it in place, quickly working her overly sensitive flesh into another orgasm, and then another immediately.

He held the showerhead where it was, pushing her over the brink again and again until Y/N was completely limp against him, her body spasming from endless pleasure.

Finally he pulled it away and shut it off. Y/N would have fallen to the shower floor if he hadn't scooped her up in his arms and carried her boneless body back out to the room. He wrapped their wet bodies up in the heavy cotton blanket on the bed.

As Y/N's head lolled against his shoulder and consciousness began to elude her, she heard Dean sigh softly and chuckle as he settled her more comfortably in his arms as he leaned back against the headboard.

"I'm installing one of those showerheads in the bathroom as soon as we get back to the bunker."

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[charred-angelwings]

OMG THE FRECKLES ON HIS HAAND 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

….Remember the nail art? [x]

[charred-angelwings]

glad I’m not the only one who sees or hears the word “rebar” and gets angry heartbreak flashbacks and sees red because SAME!!

also now any time in movies/games/shows when they kill off a hero character in a crazy unsatisfactory way I say “they Dean Winchestered him”

So Ellie at 14 keeps Joel alive after a rebar incident in a post apocalyptic world with little to no resources, what excuse does Sam have for letting Dean die with emergency services available to him

[charred-angelwings]

there are two types of character in supernatural: disposable and sam winchester

[charred-angelwings]

oh my GOD 😭😭😭😭

fuckin toast, making me cry

sound on at your own discretion. it will hurt you

[charred-angelwings]

wow

[charred-angelwings]

God

12/19/22

Nashville

[charred-angelwings]

I didn't realize that I was holding my breath the whole time Dean was trying to sit up by himself until I got to the end and let out this giant sigh of relief

Carry On

Chapter 6

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3163

Warnings: Pain, Angst, Botched medical terms and fear of medical procedures, (cath removal). 

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

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If Y/N never heard the words ‘slow and steady wins the race’ again, it would be too soon. It wasn’t that she was really in a hurry to get Dean out of the hospital; though she was sure as soon as he got to where he wasn’t in almost constant pain, he’d be ready to get the fuck out of there, and it wasn’t even that she wanted to be free of Dean, and the fact that he needed so much help and had taken to leaning on her so much for even basic things like eating. It was the fact that she was absolutely sick and tired of seeing him in pain. 

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[charred-angelwings]

OH MY GOD YESSS!!

Carry On

Chapter 5

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2023

Warnings: Pain, Angst, Just generally feeling like things aren’t getting any better. 

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“Dean, come on, you need to at least try and eat something, even if it’s not but a few bites,” Y/N pleaded as she sat there with a piece of grilled chicken stuck to the end of a fork. 

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it’s the REO Speedwagon’s “I Can’t Fight this Feeling” playing in the background that does it for me

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THIS IS A CRIME AGAINST HUMANITY! HOW COULD THEY CUT THESE?? THEY FAVE SO MUCH MORE WEIGHT TO EACH SITUATION WTF!! THESE WERE IMPORTANT GODDAMNIT!!!

On Deleted Scenes from Season 8

I've been making my way through the Supernatural Blu-ray special features like commentaries and deleted scenes. Mostly they are just interesting or entertaining, until season 8. There are deleted scenes in that season that are so juicy that it was an absolute crime to cut them.

Spoilers ahead.

8.12 As Time Goes By

The deleted scene: A conversation between Sam and Henry, where Sam indicates his feeling of being always being an outsider to the family and the core mission, and how John and Dean were always the close ones. To which Henry responds, to Sam's surprise, that he actually sees a lot of John in Sam. This scene was supposed to be Sam's first step in his reinvestment in the “family business”, to allow him to finally start to feel a connection to a family from which he’s always felt excluded. It’s a beautiful scene and so disappointing that it didn’t make it to the final cut.

8.23 Sacrifice

Deleted scene 1: Sam is sitting on a bench; he tells Crowley that there is less than 5 minutes to go until the final injection. Next to him are the hypo, the demon killing knife, and his gun. Crowley says he knows what the hypo and the knife are for and asks about the pea shooter. Sam replies that it’s for when Crowley is human again. Crowley responds, “Smart, Moose.”

This one really helps connect the dots for Sam’s seething hatred towards Crowley in season 9. Clearly Sam had no intention of forgiving Crowley after he murdered the people they had saved, even after Crowley’s burst of humanity and plea for help to start looking for forgiveness. Honestly, any scene we get between Crowley and Sam is pure magic, and this one is no exception.

Deleted scene 2: Sam is conflicted about going through with the final trial knowing that Crowley is killing the people they saved. It hits him hard because they are people they know. Dean guilt trips Sam, showing him a stack of the MoL files of demon possessions and arguing that the people they’ve saved are going to have to be sacrificed for the greater good. Dean throws a final file to Sam, telling him that this one has someone he knows. Inside is a picture that’s blurred, but it’s not difficult to tell that it’s a picture of Mary holding a young Dean.

This scene gives Dean’s later reversal, especially “I'm willing to let this bastard and all the sons of bitches that killed mom walk because of you”, so much more weight and poignancy. It reveals the fact that Dean is motivated in no small part by his desire for revenge for Mary. Dean comes across as not just determined, but completely obsessed, with sealing the gates of hell to the point where he’s willing to give up anyone else’s lives to do it. Anyone, that is, except for Sam.

8.19 Taxi Driver

This one was just an outright bombshell for me.

The deleted scene: While Dean is talking to Benny about sending him into Purgatory to get Sam out, he asks Benny if he’s ever gone off the wagon and started feeding on humans. Benny replies that there are some questions that Dean doesn’t want to know the answers. This confirms what was only hinted at before: that Benny did start dropping bodies, just as Sam thought he would.

This one completely changes the dynamic of the conflict between Sam and Dean. It vindicates Sam’s refusal to trust Benny in the earlier episodes while highlighting Dean’s hypocrisy in killing Amy Pond but giving Benny a free pass. Worse, it repudiates Dean’s demand that Sam should respect his judgment when Dean had rejected Sam’s. I can’t say enough about the irony it lends to Dean’s earlier proclamation, “every relationship I have ever had has gone to crap at some point. But the one thing I can say about Benny – he has never let me down.”

Even knowing what Benny has done, Dean still wants to leave the door open for Benny to come back. Benny, to his credit, does the right thing and chooses to stay in Purgatory, and this makes so much more sense now. This also makes Sam’s line during Sacrifice, “I mean, who are you gonna turn to next time instead of me? Another angel, another -- another vampire?” land so much harder, knowing that Dean had always been wrong to trust Benny over Sam.

[charred-angelwings]

Dean is being so vulnerable right now, it’s so sad and sweet and YES IM STAYING RIGHT HERE IM NOT LEAVING EVER!!

Carry On

Chapter 4

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2964

Warnings: Dean coming to terms with his new reality, so let’s just say it’s some tension in the room. Graphic injury. Me botching medical jargon, A lot of pain. Hospital setting. Angst.

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67 Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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The doctor had spent over an hour with Dean explaining to him the nature of his injuries, and the long road ahead of him. The whole time he was in with them Dean kept his hand tightly laced in Y/N’s. She didn’t know for sure if it was because he knew he needed to keep up the ‘husband and wife act’, or if there was something more to it, but his face showed no emotions. He laid there in a stoned silence, swallowing thickly on occasion; never saying a word.

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[charred-angelwings]

HES STILL HOLDING HER HAND 🥹🥹

Carry On

Chapter 3

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2964

Warnings: Heavy, HEAVY TW: Dean’s final episode of SPN. (Season 15x20 spoilers). Graphic injury. Me botching medical jargon, A lot of pain. Hospital setting. Angst. 

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

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Four days, that’s how long she had been living in this nightmare. Four. Days. 

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