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dean in random episodes because i miss him so much ↳ 10x01

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sweet

summary you got a new perfume and your boyfriend can't get enough of it (and you).

word count 422

a/n first post in a looooong time... so sorry for ghosting like that lol. this popped into my head so I did a Lil blurb for him because I've been obsessed since July. bare with me. hoping this will bring me back into writing again..!

You feel him before you see him.

His arms wrap around your waist, palms sliding over your hip bones to rest just under your navel. Next is his chin on your shoulder, hair tickling the side of your face.

“Hey there, beautiful,” he murmurs into your jaw, pressing a light kiss there after. You smile softly, dropping your hands from the lore book you'd been looking at for more research on the new case. “Dean,” you say as an acknowledgment of his presence.

“Watcha doin’?” He asks, nosing along your jaw, fingers mindlessly stroking along your skin, pushing their way under your soft cotton shirt to feel bare skin. “Researching for the new case,” you reply, glancing down at him and only seeing his hair, his head tilted down too much.

“Uh huh.”

He doesn't bother to sound interested, instead focusing on nosing at your skin and touching you where he could. “You smell different,” he states, sounding distracted. His fingers still and you feel the cold tip of his nose push into the skin under your ear more firmly. “This a sweet scent, baby.”

His voice is quiet and the words almost slurred together in concentration as he tries working out what you'd changed.

“It's a new perfume.” you simply explain. It makes him hum but he doesn't relent, nose pressed into your neck with seemingly no qualms of pulling back.

“Turn ‘round for me, sweetheart.”

It's a gentle command and you do so easily, leaning back into the bookcase and tilting your head at him. “What is it?”

His eyes are hooded and his pupils bigger than normal, hands sliding back to your hips. “Why d'you smell so good?”

He almost sounds offended and it makes you chuckle, your hand lifting to rest on his shoulder and moving to the back of his neck as he moves closer again. “It's just a new perfume I bought a few days ago. What's got your panties in a twist?”

You tilt your head up to get a look at his expression but he's almost glaring at your neck, only huffing in acknowledgement before tapping the underside or your chin and pushing his nose back to your throat, arms looping around your waist.

“I take it I chose a good perfume?”

He makes a noise deep in his throat that borders on sounding needy and leaves a chaste kiss on your pulse point. “Damn right you did. ‘s awesome.”

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Born In The U.S.A

dean winchester x angel!reader

1.3k | fluff, fem pronouns

summary: in a spur of the moment decision, dean decides to take his wide eyed angel on a road trip to see all of his favourite places in america.

“dean, are we there yet?” your sweet voice drifted through the small confines of baby, sending a smile onto dean’s face as he counted that being the fourth time you’ve said that in the span of five minutes.

you were so used to flying wherever you needed to go, that it took dean a good couple of months to explain to you that driving took a little more time than your usual choice of wing transportation.

he gave your thigh a light squeeze with the hand resting on it, turning his head slightly so he could see your bewildered expression. “almost there, sweets. just another hour or so.”

you and dean had spent the past couple of days in the impala together, driving around different places in america so he could show you his all time favourite spots.

he had realized you didn’t know much about earth, and in a last minute decision, he whisked you away from the bunker and left sam and cas to deal with any up coming cases.

dean hadn’t expected you to be so ecstatic. he was expecting you to worry about leaving the workload on sam and your brother. though he was greatly surprised when you jumped into his arms, hands hugging tightly around his neck as you peppered countless kisses on his face and neck.

the excitement confused him slightly, asking you why you weren’t worried. you just smiled at him, revealing that you’ve been undergoing an unfamiliar feeling of need for dean and just dean. you wanted some alone time with him, and dean winchester wasn’t one to complain about that.

so the two of you set off on your journey, the open road and dean’s favourite american destinations in front of you.

the stops you two had been on were pretty eventful. dean had started off in chicago, parking his car and taking you on a stroll throughout the city. you were confused on what he wanted to show you until the two of you stopped in front of what dean called ‘the big bean’. you looked at him bewildered, dean’s excited face confusing you more. your lips parted with lack of words before you looked at dean with a subtle look of wonder. “why is it called that, dean? it’s just a giant, metal blob.”

he followed up your trip to chicago with the next stop being in north carolina. dean brought the two of you to a truck stop, explaining that this was the first place his dad let him drive the impala. he followed that up with going inside the small convenience store attached and buying you a shirt that said ‘truck life or no life’. he ended up taking a picture of you wearing the shirt, you wearing an even more confused face to match. he posted it to his friends only facebook page, the caption reading, “my angel is better than yours.”

your last stop was in minnesota, dean pulling into a sleepy looking diner that had you fearing for what he had up his sleeve. though you were thoroughly surprised that all dean had in mind was expressing his love for what he called ‘the best apple pie in the whole damn world.’

countless times you told him it was a waste of time to come here. that all food tasted like molecules and you wouldn’t be able to enjoy it. dean didn’t seem to care though. he just kissed you on the cheek, leaving a slight residue of apple filling as he spoke through a mouthful of pie, “with you here, it’s all i could ever dream of.”

now you two had been driving for a day or two, not stopping until you got to maine; per dean’s request. you didn’t know what he had in store for this state, but you were starting to get antsy trying to figure out what it could be.

dean seemed way to calm for your liking. classic rock cassette taps playing in the background as his fingers tapped the beat on your leg. the angelic side of you wanted to worry, but the other side that loved and trusted dean with your entire being said otherwise.

as he turned onto a dirt road that was off the side of the highway, your bewilderment grew ten fold, not understanding where dean was going to take you. the impala rumbled to a stop, your curiosity leading you to lean forward and get closer to the windshield to a get a better look at where dean had taken you.

in an instant it all made sense. the willow tree that overlooked a mossy pond took over your vision, and dean was grinning ear to ear as you whipped your head to look at him with a surprised smile on your face.

“dean,” you breathed out, opening the car door and stepping out into the earthy atmosphere. “this is the place where we met for the first time.”

“it is, sweets. possibly the best place america has to offer.” the grin on dean’s face could outshine a million suns, following behind you as you slowly walked towards the droopy tree. the two of you had met here around one year ago; castiel had heard static over angel radio, implying at a rogue angel was coming down to earth.

you’d rebelled like cas, seeing all the good that he was doing for humanity and disagreeing with the harsh and lucrative beliefs of the angels. when you fell underneath that willow tree, wings and grace gone, you were so confused, harbouring the knowledge of millennia and eons with no knowledge in how humans operated in today’s society.

when cas quickly transported sam and dean to the location in a remote location in maine, the group of three found you huddled underneath the willow tree, soaked to the bone from landing in the pond and shaking like a leaf. your knees were brought to your chest and you were rocking back and forth, reminding dean of a petulant child who just got caught doing something they shouldn’t.

the brother’s decided that cas should approach you. and when he did, you looked up at him with these big and wet eyes that had dean’s heart breaking in half. he heard you mumble a, “why do i feel like this, castiel? why is there this hollow pit in my stomach making everything feel so empty?”

“you’re experiencing human emotions, most likely a sense of heavy sadness.” his gentle nature and smile brightened your face a bit, allowing you to follow his actions as he softly gripped your elbow and raised you to your feet.

“come with us,” dean spoke lighter than he’s ever heard himself. “we’ll teach you how to live.”

the rest was history, and now, dean stood under the same tree where he saw you for the first time. he remembers how scared you were that day, eyes fleeting over the bunker like something was going to jump out and kill you.

for a couple of months you were in a rough place. missing your brother’s and sister’s while slowly adapting to human life. dean was by your side the whole time, and those moments spent together was what grew the profound bond between you two. this is when dean started to feel his heart stop and clench anytime you came into a room; the time he fell in love with you.

“dean, this is amazing.” there was a teary lilt to your voice, and in an instant you’d turned around and collapsed into dean’s arms. he was warm against the biting air, bringing you close into his body as his hands found purchase in stroking your hair.

“thank you.” the two words left your mouth in breaths, smushing against dean’s chest as he smiled down at you, leaving a kiss on the crown of your head.

pulling away from you at an arms length, following up by wrapping his arm around your shoulder, dean walked the two of you towards the willow tree, a little smile decorating his face. “honestly angel, we can just tell people you were born here. no one needs to know. though to me, you’ll always be born in the u.s.a.”

“isn’t that the song sam likes?”

“oh sweetheart, i have so much more to teach you.”

*dean totally has a facebook account with only ten followers where he posts almost 10 times a day and i’ll die on that hill.

tags: @a1ecmcdowell @jasvtsc @ostaramoon @cosmicanakin @fallbhind @aylacavebear @rubyvhs

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Breathin

dean winchester x angel!reader

1.9k | fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of a panic attack

summary: as an angel, you are still understanding human emotions. so when your first panic attack crashes over your body, dean is there to help you through it.

the stale air of the bunker surrounded your senses, leaving the puffs of breath that escaped your mouth to feel even more empty. you didn’t know how long you’d been sitting on dean’s bed. thirty minutes, an hour. you weren’t sure. recently, time came as a blurred fog. a restless loop of counting down the minutes until you could finally think clearly.

you were new to all of this after all, only having been on earth for a couple of months after all the angels fell. you weren’t used to human emotions, only knowing the relaxing numbness of an angel that humans could never understand. you didn’t know what you were feeling or why you were feeling like it, but you wanted it to stop.

it all started a couple of weeks ago. dean and sam had gone out on a hunt, leaving you and your brother castiel alone in the bunker. everything was going great. you and cas were spending some time together and it seemed like everything was going okay with the winchester’s.

though that all crumbled when castiel informed you that he needed to go handle some business, leaving you alone in the bunker with your worries and thoughts. sam and dean had been gone for a couple of hours longer than they should’ve been, and a tight feeling in your chest was making the worry in your bones settle stronger.

the pacing started ten minutes into your alone time, and by the thirty minute mark, you had bit your nails down to the bone. when sam and dean finally descended down the bunker’s steps an hour after castiel had left, you had never run into a hug faster.

dean was surprised. you never were the touchy feely type. yeah, your spacial awareness was lacking, and he found that you catered towards his hip more often than not, but this time was different. you’d hugged him like you thought he was dead, flinging yourself into him at such speed he almost toppled over.

you had gripped dean’s shoulders with such fervour that his muscles started to ache. and when you started mumbling about how glad you were that him and sam were okay, dean knew something was really wrong.

he didn’t push though. he worried, a little more than he should be non the less. but he also knew that you liked your privacy. so only with your wishes in mind, dean decided to leave it be, only allowing himself to intervene if you did something that truly concerned him.

that left you struggling in silence, spending every second of the day worrying, convincing yourself that sam, dean, and castiel were dead in a ditch somewhere.

all of these emotions were so confusing. you were a warrior of heaven, a freakin angel of the lord. why were the smallest things worrying you to such a big extent? the constant stress got so bad, that the feathers in your wings started falling out, leaving piles around the bunker in your path.

it was like the equivalent of stress induced hair loss for angles, and castiel knew about it all too well. when he noticed the lone feathers littering the bunker floors, he immediately went to sam and dean, voicing his concerns on your strange behaviour and antsy motions.

all the times you worried before they left for hunts, coming home to you pacing the length of the library. it was all starting to click in their heads. your human emotions were starting to take a toll on you, and anxiety really was one nasty son of a bitch.

all of these emotions and multiple instances of panic led up to where you were now; wings folded around you like a protective barrier as you sat shaking on dean’s bed.

there were hot, sticky tears falling down your cheeks, and you didn’t understand why on earth you were feeling like this. angels don’t cry, and they certainly don’t get overtly stressed over things that shouldn’t matter.

a sinking feeling fell in your chest, and the walls of the room started to close in on you. it started to become clear in your mind that the room you were in was really underground, and the air started to become more restricted in your lungs.

your limbs started to shake, and soon enough, the small amount of air that you had left in your lungs was coming out in sporadic gasps. you didn’t know what was happening, and the unknowing knowledge and cluelessness on top of the lack of breath was adding even more worry to your head.

on the verge of rocking in place, a gentle hand on your shoulder sent a jolt of comfort into your body. your head snapped upwards, glassy eyes on display as you stared into the worried eyes of dean winchester.

he knew something was up with you, but he didn’t know it was this bad. and seeing you like this, all torn up and shaking like a leaf had him feeling like a complete jackass for not talking to you sooner.

you were clearly struggling, and dean understood better than anyone what the throws of anxiety could do to a person. he picked out the tremors in your hands, the way your upper lip quivered and tears fell quickly down your cheeks.

the quick up and downward motion of your chest wasn’t helping your air regulation, and the way you had your wings circling you had a clenching feeling settle in dean’s heart.

“hey, hey sweets. it’s okay, i’m here, you’re gonna be okay.” dean’s comforting words brought a semblance of peace to your hazy brain, yet the clutches of anxiety were dug too deep into your bones. your breathing was still all over the place, and in a last chance of hope to calm yourself down, you clutched onto dean’s shirt like a lifeline, the fabric tight between your fingers.

“it hurts dean,” you choked out, the man in question resting his hands on your shoulders and smoothing his palms up and down your arms. “i can’t breathe, why can’t i breathe?”

dean watched as your chest rose and fell, attempting to get some proper air into your lungs. he looked on sadly, comforting you to the best of his abilities. “you’re having a panic attack, angel. so i just need you to breathe with me okay? in and out baby, in and out”

you tried to follow dean’s directions, you really did. but breathing in and out didn’t seem to be working, and that sinking feeling in your chest was getting worse and worse. all of your worries had completely taken over, and you didn’t know if dean’s instructions were going to work.

“it’s not working dean, why isn’t it working” you choked out in a sob, head tilting upward so you could catch his eye. fat tears were falling down from your eyelids, making your face look devastatingly beautiful. dean just held you closer, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he felt your sobs start to calm down.

“shhh it’s okay. it’s working see? your breathing is slowing down pretty girl, that’s what we want.” sadly, dean knew all too well about calming down anxiety attacks. sam struggled a lot when he was a kid, and dean was always there to make sure his little brother was okay. though dean wasn’t immune himself, and there had been countless times where he had to calm himself down from the clutches of anxiety.

as dean talked you down from the high of your panic attack, the air in your lungs started to come back less choppy, the hardness in your chest starting to dissipate. you were breathing in and out, following dean’s own breathing and watching as a soft smile lit up on his face.

“there ya go,” he encouraged, sitting across from you on his bed and moving back an arms length so he wasn’t overcrowding you. “that’s it angel, cmon you’re doing so good.”

finally, after what seemed like a millennia of struggling underwater, your breathing came back in a regular rhythm. you didn’t know what to do after this, not even knowing what just happened and somehow feeling even worse than before.

dean was rubbing his hand up and down your arm again, watching as you caught your breath and regrouped with yourself. he watched as you sniffled, and in an instant, silent tears started falling down your cheeks.

“oh baby.” dean whispered, pulling you into his chest as your tears wet his t-shirt. your arms were thrown around his shoulders, clutching the back of his shirt as dean rubbed his arms up and down your back. “what’s wrong? what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

a sniffle broke through the heaves of sobs leaving your lips, and with wet words, you told dean all the struggles and fears that have been taking over your mind. “i don’t know what’s wrong with me. i’m always worried when you and sam leave for hunts, and then when you don’t call or come back on time, i get even more worried. every little thing leaves an empty feeling in my chest, and i always feel like something bad is going to happen to you, sam, and cas.”

dean rested his chin on top of your head, leaning down slightly so he could press a comforting kiss to it’s crown. “it’s a human emotion, angel. a bad one that seeps into the pores of your brain and sink in terrible thoughts and worries to make you stress.”

you listened carefully, sobs halting as dean’s palm started smoothing up and down your back again. “sometimes, it gets so bad that the stress and emotional pain takes over your entire body, leaving you to succumb to what just happened to you.”

“but why is it happening to me? your voice cracked on the final word, a shakiness to it’s tone that had dean holding you tighter. “am i just some freak? some abomination like the angel’s call cas and i?”

dean’s heart clenched even tighter, and he wished that he could take all of your pain, bottle it up, and throw it into the deepest depths of the ocean.

“no pretty girl, absolutely not. you are far from an abomination, both you and cas. the angel’s don’t know what they’re talking about.” his words seemed to calm you down a little, yet he still wanted to help you understand that sometimes feeling like this didn’t make you a bad person. “hey. you want in on a little secret?”

you lifted your head from his chest, looking up at him with a certain curiosity and wonder that only an angel could possess. “sometimes,” he started, pulling back a little so he could look at you properly. “i get like that too. so does sammy.”

the lids of your eyes widened, a small noise of understanding leaving your lips as dean nodded his head. “it happens to the best of us angel, and you shouldn’t feel like you’re doing something wrong just because you reach your breaking point. when you start to feel like this again, come find me or sam okay? the best thing to have in these situations is someone to be there for you. and trust me, you’re stuck with us sweets, good luck shaking us off.”

his words sent a giggle tumbling from your lips, and dean’s smile widened as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead. he mumbled a soft, “there’s my girl,” into your skin, loving the fact that you were okay and smiling after all that you’d just been through.

it was nice to know you had dean in times like this, his comforting presence calming your nerves down more than he could ever know.

tags: @cosmicanakin @jasvtsc @ostaramoon @a1ecmcdowell @titsout4nicholas @haunteres @ariasong11

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Deans and Castiels

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rewatching spn on 1x15 and i love how in the police log or whatever sam & dean are both listed as 6’4 when dean looks so little next to sam sometimes😭

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heyy i just rewatched this

Supernatural – 1.09: Home

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JARED PADALECKI as Sam Winchester

Supernatural – 1.18: Something Wicked

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im upset

Quit Playin' Games (Dean Winchester)

Summary: Dean leaves because he loves you too much and doesn't want to hold you back from yourself any longer.

Warnings: angst :)

WC: 860

Read on Ao3!

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The moonlight filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow over the room, but it only accentuated the cold emptiness that had settled between you and Dean. You could barely remember how it had started—how it had all gone so wrong. All you knew was that the man who had once held you in his arms, who had promised he’d never leave you, was standing there now, distant and untouchable.

You had always known Dean Winchester carried a weight—one so heavy that it often felt as though it might break him. But you had never been afraid to stand by his side. You had seen his darkness, his flaws, his brokenness. You had loved him because of them, not in spite of them.

But now?

Now, everything felt like it was slipping through your fingers. The moments of tenderness were fewer and farther between. The quiet nights spent talking about your hopes and dreams had turned into silences that stretched on for what felt like eternity. And the love you thought was invincible now seemed fragile, ready to shatter with just a single word.

And tonight, that word had come.

"I don't need you."

You still couldn't fully comprehend how it had been said. Dean had been standing at the door, his jacket in hand, ready to leave. He had that look in his eyes—the one he always got when he was running, when he was about to push everyone away. But this time, it had felt different. This time, the words stung in a way they never had before.

"I don’t need you," he repeated, his voice cold, final.

Your heart had frozen in your chest. “What do you mean, Dean? We’ve been through hell together. You need me.”

“I don't. I don’t need anyone. Not like this.” His voice cracked, but only just, like he was trying so hard to remain indifferent.

You swallowed hard, taking a step toward him. “You’re not thinking straight. Please... what’s going on?”

But he wasn’t listening. His eyes were glassy, but you couldn’t tell if it was from pain or something else—something you weren’t ready to confront.

"I thought you cared about me," you said softly, your voice trembling with the weight of your own heartbreak.

His expression shifted for a moment—just a flicker of something that resembled regret—but it was gone before you could even grasp it. “I do care about you. I just... don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

You wanted to believe him, but the words didn’t match the actions. They never did.

"You said you loved me," you whispered, voice barely audible. "You promised."

Dean's face hardened. His jaw clenched, and for a second, he looked like he might say something—something that could fix this, something that could put all the pieces of your broken heart back together. But instead, he just shook his head, a sad, resigned smile tugging at his lips.

“I do love you. But not enough. Not enough to hold you back, to drag you through this crap.”

The words hit you like a punch to the stomach. You had always known the dangers that came with loving someone like him, someone as broken and haunted as Dean, but you had never imagined this—never imagined him walking away from you.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Dean’s voice was quieter now, but the edge of finality was still there, sharp and cutting. “I’m no good for you. I never was. And I’m not gonna drag you down with me. You deserve better than this.”

The pain in his voice—the pain he was trying so hard to mask—made your chest ache, but the realization settled in.

Dean was pushing you away because he thought you deserved better. Because he thought he wasn’t enough for you.

But all you could think about was how you were enough for him. You always had been.

“I thought you cared about me,” you said again, your voice thick with emotion, a tear slipping down your cheek.

Dean’s eyes softened, his lips trembling, but he didn’t step forward. He didn’t reach for you like you had expected him to.

“I do care about you,” he whispered, his voice cracking with pain. “But sometimes... caring means letting go.”

It was the hardest thing you’d ever heard him say.

You took a step back, shaking your head. “No, Dean. I don’t believe that. I won’t believe that.”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he turned, his shoulders slumping as he walked toward the door. He didn’t look back.

You wanted to run to him, to pull him back, to make him stay. But something in your chest—something broken, something deep—held you back.

You wanted to believe he would come back, that this was just a moment of weakness, a misstep. But deep down, you knew the truth. He was already gone.

The door clicked shut behind him, and the sound was deafening.

And you were left standing there, in the silence of your own shattered heart, wondering how something so fragile—something so beautiful—could fall apart so easily.

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idc if hes 26 yrs older i need him biblically

no words just 2005 Dean Winchester

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In light of recent Misha and Bedlund madness comments

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The Weight of Words

Summary: When you reveal a deeply personal truth, Dean's unwavering support proves that no burden is too heavy for him to share. Trigger Warnings: self-harm, mental health struggles, intense emotional conversations, and protective behavior. Requested: Yes, by anon --

Dean hadn’t expected the day to take this kind of turn. One moment, you were sitting side by side on the worn couch in the bunker’s library, sharing stories about your teenage years. Then, you let it slip—a quiet confession you hadn’t intended to share.

“I used to self-harm,” you said, the words barely above a whisper, as though saying them too loudly might bring the memories back to life.

For a moment, Dean froze. The magazine he’d been flipping through slid from his hands and landed on the coffee table with a soft thud. He turned to you, his brows knitting together in that familiar way, his face a mixture of confusion, hurt, and worry.

“Wait… what?” His voice was cautious, like he wasn’t sure if he’d heard you right—or maybe he didn’t want to believe that he had.

You took a deep breath, your gaze fixed firmly on your hands in your lap. “It was a long time ago. Before I met you. I was going through some… stuff, and that’s how I dealt with it.”

Dean was quiet for a beat too long, and it made you glance up at him nervously. His jaw was tight, his lips pressed into a thin line. It was the kind of look you’d seen on him before—when he was barely holding himself together.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked finally, his voice low but tinged with an urgency that made your chest tighten.

You shrugged, unable to meet his gaze. “Because it’s not something I like to talk about. And I’m fine now, Dean. Really. It’s in the past.”

His scoff surprised you, a sharp exhale of disbelief. “Fine now? Come on, Y/N, you don’t just… just drop something like that and then tell me you’re fine now.”

“I am fine,” you insisted, your voice firmer this time. “I don’t do it anymore. I haven’t in years.”

“But you did,” he shot back, his voice rising slightly before he caught himself and softened his tone. “You did, and I didn’t know. You went through that alone, and I… I didn’t—dammit.” He stood abruptly, running a hand through his hair as he began to pace.

You watched him, unsure if you should say something or just let him process. This was why you hadn’t wanted to tell him—because you knew he’d take it harder than you did. Dean had a way of carrying other people’s pain like it was his own, even when you didn’t ask him to.

“I didn’t want to burden anyone,” you said quietly, breaking the silence.

Dean stopped pacing and turned to you, his expression somewhere between disbelief and anger—not at you, but at the situation. “Y/N, you could never be a burden. Do you hear me? Not to me, not to Sam, not to anyone who gives a damn about you.”

His words hit you harder than you expected, and you felt the sting of tears threatening to fall. You blinked quickly, shaking your head. “It didn’t feel that way back then. I didn’t think anyone would understand.”

Dean’s face softened, and he came back to sit beside you, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything, and you could feel the weight of his emotions hanging in the air. Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter but no less intense.

“I’ve been through some dark stuff too,” he admitted, his eyes fixed on a spot on the floor. “Hell, there were times I didn’t think I’d make it out. And yeah, I’ve got my ways of coping—most of ’em aren’t healthy, I’ll admit. But I had people. I had Sam. I had Bobby. You didn’t have anyone, did you?”

You shook your head, a lump forming in your throat. “Not really. I didn’t let anyone in.”

He looked at you then, his green eyes filled with a sadness that made your chest ache. “Well, you’ve got me now. And you’ve got Sam, and Cas, and everyone else in this crazy life we’ve built. You don’t ever have to go through that crap alone again. You hear me?”

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah. I hear you.”

But Dean wasn’t done. He reached out and gently took your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I’m serious, Y/N. You don’t ever let yourself get to that place again without coming to me first. I don’t care what time it is, what’s going on—you come to me, okay? Promise me.”

You hesitated for a moment, the intensity in his eyes almost overwhelming. But you could see how much this meant to him, how much he cared. “I promise.”

“Good.” He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go. “Now, do me a favor and don’t keep stuff like this from me anymore. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Okay,” you said, managing a small smile. “I’ll try.”

He smirked, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You better do more than try. You think I don’t notice when something’s off with you? I notice, Y/N. I just don’t always know how to ask.”

For the rest of the day, Dean didn’t leave you alone for long. He insisted on making dinner—though his idea of “making dinner” was ordering takeout—and suggested a movie marathon to take your mind off things.

As you sat together on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and watching one of his favorite cheesy action flicks, you felt the tension in your chest start to ease. Every so often, you’d catch him glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, as if he were checking to make sure you were still there, still okay.

It wasn’t just the words he’d said earlier that comforted you—it was everything he did afterward. The way he made you laugh with his over-the-top commentary on the movie. The way he reached for your hand absentmindedly, as if to remind you he was there. The way he didn’t push you to talk about anything you weren’t ready to share but made it clear he was there if you needed him.

By the time the credits rolled, you felt lighter than you had in a long time. You leaned your head against his shoulder, and he didn’t move away—just shifted slightly so you’d be more comfortable.

“Thanks, Dean,” you said softly.

“For what?” he asked, his tone casual but his expression anything but.

“For being you.”

He smirked, nudging you lightly with his shoulder. “Damn right.”

But as you drifted off to sleep beside him, you knew he’d take those words to heart—and that he’d do whatever it took to keep you safe, both from the world and from yourself. Tag List: @roseblue373 @hobby27 @jc-winchester @whump-loverz @pizzagirlxnsfwx @king-of-milf-lovers

[katastrophicmind]

Pillow Talkin'

summary: you and Dean talk about the future, in bed, pure fluff

pairing: Dean Winchester x female!reader

wc: 381

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Dean rolls away from you, back onto the thin motel mattress, supporting himself by leaning up on his elbow, staring down at you with that cocky grin you know all too well.

“Must you cheapen the moment, Dean?”

“...Sorry sweetheart” he drawls lazily, eyes half-lidded in a post-coital haze.

“Why’re ya staring?”

Dean sighs, “just thinking”, reaching down to gently curl his fingers around your wrist, pulling it up to press a soft kiss on your palm before intertwining his fingers with yours, giving a soft, loving squeeze.

“Alright,” you say, entertaining your boyfriend’s game, “what’re you thinking about?”

“You, us, our future. Wondering if maybe we’ll settle down and get married — end up makin' you Mrs. Dean Winchester — buy a house, have ourselves some rugrats runnin’ around one day. Wonderin’ if Sammy will give our brats some cousins.” Dean rolls his eyes at that, of course, his brother will settle down and have a few kids, that’s practically his life’s ambition. “I’ve been thinking…I could try out being a firefighter, y’know? Still savin’ people, riskin’ my life, but not as much as I do now. And I'd get to come home to my pretty little housewife.” He finishes with a wink.

“Really, Dean?” you say, quirking a brow. “You’d settle down, give up hunting and live a normal, apple pie life? I find that hard to believe. And," you add as an unamused afterthought, "who says I’d just be your housewife.”

Dean brings your hand back up to his lips, closing his eyes and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “Long as you’re there with me sweetheart, I’d give it all up in a heartbeat. All you gotta do is say the word.”

You wait a beat before speaking with mock disgust, “And the housewife part?”

Dean chuckles, “Just like the thought of takin’ care of you.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and giggle, images of blond-haired, freckled children running around, flashing through your mind. Dean coming home from a long day of work to spoil you and the children. “I’ve known you for three years already Dean Winchester, yet you still always manage to surprise me.”

“We got plenty of years of surprises left, sweetheart,” Dean says with a sly wink, wrapping you up in his arms.

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a/n: heyy so sorry if this is crappy i haven't written in quite a while and decided to restart with a new blog. Dean might be kinda ooc but I'm soft for soft Dean so lmk what u think, tysm :P