#✩ — enter: dean winchester

[tortureddarkstar]

✩ IN BLOOM

AND HE LIKES TO SING ALONG / / AND HE LIKES TO SHOOT HIS GUN

DEAN WINCHESTER X F!READER

18+ CONTENT. MINORS DNI.

summary: dean teaches you how to shoot a gun. amongst other things.

inspired by: in bloom- nirvana

this was a very much ‘fine i’ll do it myself’ kinda feat. not enough dean fics out there esp since its spn season. this is also my tumblr debut x

lots of smut, not a lot of plot. hope u like x

“hey, focus.”

your attention snapped back to the ‘x’ dean had etched into a tree.

dean had his arms around you, thick hands encompassing yours which aimed his white colt at dean’s makeshift target.

“hm? oh, sorry.” you blinked your eyes a few times, drawing in on the target.

“no. not ‘sorry’. focus.” he grunted in your ear. “sure thing you can use a knife, sweetheart, but what happens when you’re too far? y’gonna throw your knife at a ghost?”

“well that’s why i have you and sammy.” you shrugged, to which earned you a jab in the back from dean.

“keep your back straight.” dean rumbled, eyes rolling at your overt smartness.

“ow.”

“yeah, you’re gonna feel an ‘ow’ when you’ve got claws down your body. back straight, eyes on the target.” you took note of how his father’s drill training peeked through his orders to you, even after all these years.

you huffed, fixing your posture and lining up dean’s colt.

there was something twisted about such a pure, little thing using dean’s favoured weapon.

not only had he used it on countless demons, ghosts, werewolves- heck people too. but you remembered the first time time he had used it on you.

on a hunt, not too long ago, he caught you staring a little too mindlessly towards him.

well, not towards him. more so the colt.

and when you had told him later that night that you wanted him to use it on you, he seemed, at the time, a little taken aback, hesitant even.

however, you watched, writhing under him, as that hesitance turned into malevolence and instead of giving himself to you that night, he gave you only his gun.

“come on baby, work for it.” dean coaxed, admiring your contorted face and your wanton whimpers.

“you gonna shoot that anytime soon?”

fuck, now you were wet.

“sorry, m’just distracted.” you mumbled, furrowing your brows, determined to actually shoot now. “focusing now.”

dean was still behind you, heavy grip on your elbows, heavy breath in your ears.

yeah we’ll see about focusing.

dean had no intention to distract you by any means, in fact it was his idea for you to learn how to use a gun- “sam and i aren’t always gonna be there. and i don’t plan on you leaving anytime soon either.”

but you were taking way too long trying to shoot a target less than six feet from you, and dean never has any objections to a bit of fun.

he watched as your index finger finally began to apply pressure over the trigger. his mind calculating when exactly to introduce some fun into this little training session.

dean slowly took his hands off yours, letting it snake down to rest on your waist.

“dean, what are you doing?” your voice had already begun to shake, the weight of the colt feeling heavier as your palms started sweating.

“nothin’. focus.” dean dismissed, his hand traversing down, down, until he found the buttons on your jeans, toying with them until he hit the band of your panties.

“dean.” there was no way you were concentrating at all on that tree anymore.

“let’s play a little game, huh? the closer you are to the target, the closer i get to where you really want me.” his fingers slipped under the waistband of your underwear. “that sound fair, sweets?”

instead of answering, you pulled the trigger, the bullet burning a hole in the tree 20 centimetres above from where you wanted it to go.

“that a yes, huh?” he grunted in your ear “but, i said the target, baby.”

“dean.. please.” you huffed out, eyes rolling as your head fell back onto his shoulder, the gun almost slipping out of your hands.

“monsters are more distracting. shoot. right in the middle, i know you can do it baby, come on.” dean’s voice was gruff in your ear, sending an entire wave of shivers down your spine.

you glanced down as his hand crept closer to where you craved him, edging around your clit, but never touching it.

inhaling, you straightened your back, shook away the shivers, and regained your grip on his colt.

“that’s a girl.” dean whispered, nipping your earlobe before granting you a sickly sweet kiss, stark in contrast to the current situation. he felt you whimper into the kiss before pulling away, not yet granting you any such reward.

this time you tried not to think as hard. yes thinking too hard would send you over the edge, resulting in a punishment from dean, but you also tried to rationalise- you wouldn’t be thinking too much if you were being chased by a demon, right?

the second shot was much better and much closer, not smack in the middle like he wanted but close enough for dean to finally reward you with attention to your aching clit.

“come on baby, third times the charm.” now dean was moving his right hand from your right elbow, allowing it to slip under your shirt and rest upon your left tit.

“s’too much, dean. please.” he could tell from the whiny tone of your voice that you had begun to tear up.

oh, he’d give you something to cry about.

without warning, he stuck his middle finger into you, letting the heel of his palm push against your core.

“see how nice i am? hmm?” he grunted, digging his finger and palm into you. “now, you make that shot and i’ll give you what you want. if not, all you’ll have tonight is that there colt.”

now that drew a moan out of you.

“we’ve a deal, pretty girl?” dean nosed at the side of your face, grinning slightly at your torment.

nothing but a pathetic hum, bordering a grumble, came out.

a mumble of ‘good girl’ came out of his mouth and into your hair as he resumed his movements inside.

just like the previous two times, you repeated your actions. straight back, tight grip. and just like the last time, you tried your damndest to clear your mind. even though it was harder now with his finger in you, moving with more fervour and more dexterity.

you bit your lip in both concentration and suppression of a throaty moan. your finger, once again, gripped the trigger as you pressed down, your eyes following the bullet as it hit the target.

smack. in. the. middle.

you began smiling but your celebration was cut short by dean finally moving as fast as you wanted, adding another finger, just as you wanted and finally, turning you around so he could kiss you. just as you wanted. finally making you cum, just as you wanted.

“atta girl. knew you could do it. baby just needed a bit of encouragement, huh?” dean goaded. through your concentration and your post-orgasmic haze, you hadn’t noticed that dean had taken himself out of his confines, allowing you to feel just how hard he was.

with as much might your jelly-legs could muster, you jumped onto him, caging him as you pushed him backwards on the hood of his impala parked conveniently behind you.

“you want this, baby? want me to fuck you on my car?” he tugged your head back by your hair to watch your reply- jaw slack with a hastened nod and moan. “dirty girl.”

you let his mouth envelop yours before he spun you both around, setting your back onto the car. from here, you could see just how desperate you were for him, a collection of your juices had darkened his boxers, a little on his open fly, catching the light of the cloudy sun.

you carried on staring, eyes glazing over as he lined himself up with your entrance, that beautiful sting electrifying as he settled deep into you.

“dean.” you whined. your hands had moved from holding his midsection to cradling his face as your nails dug into his neck, bringing him into a kiss that was purely teeth and tongue, encouragement for him to keep moving.

a few, albeit long, minutes pass of dean rocking in and out, in and out of you with the occasional kiss or tug at each others hair, all the while your moans of his name and other incoherencies fill the air of the murky woodland dean had sought out for your ‘lesson’.

oh what a lesson this was.

dean found himself moving faster now, his hands and hips most likely bruising you. he would be lying if he said that’s not what he wanted. swallowing one of your breathy moans once again, his thumb moved to your clit, bringing you to the edge right next to him.

the twittering of crows were now drowned out by mumbles of ‘dean’, ‘so good’ and other mismatched phrases, stark in contrast to your usual eloquence.

“come on baby, cum with me. come on.” dean goaded, his thrusts getting harsher as his words got more strained.

obedient as always, you took the thumb of the hand cradling your head into your mouth, sucking, licking, biting on it as your brow-bone tilted up- both signs of your ever-approaching orgasm.

soon enough, ramblings of heated compliments were overtook by the increasing pitch and tone of moans, the last articulate sentence being dean’s- a simple warning of his seed spilling into you falling from his pout lips, enough to push you over the edge you’d been teetering on for the past ten minutes.

ever eager to please, you let go.

spasm after spasm washed over you as dean watched from above, cheshire cat-smile across his face as he watched yours contort when he pulled out to stand and admire his handiwork.

he waited and watched as you sat up on the impala, leaning on your hands. dean revelled in the way your hair tangled, your tits spilling from the tank you wore, matching the dark-wash jeans that had bunched up around your knees.

you were in bloom. and oh how he basked in it.

[daddario]

Sam and Dean lacking personal space in every episode - 14/327

[luxurystark-jackson]

see now that jack’s human sam is channeling his inner helicopter mom, cas has become Dad Who Takes Him Out For Fun Things (hunting) and dean is just the uncle who is. very occasionally involved. sastiel parents 2018

[future-dregs]

Until Sam dies, Dean is in a peaceful purgatory.

Represented by an unending, forever highway. And yes, he's there with his Baby, but Dean doesn't actually enter Heaven until he stops on that bridge, and Sam's soul is joined to his once more. Then, and ONLY then, does Dean Winchester actually pass through, and enter Heaven.

[mattzerella-sticks]

Castiel popping into Dean's dreams was becoming a pretty bad habit - especially when he stopped being a passive observer.

Dean didn't know that the Cas in his dreams was really Cas, didn't imagine he would spend the evening hours when everyone else was sleeping flitting through Dean's mind rather than any of the other interesting things Dean imagined Cas might rather do.

And Cas thought he was being selfish, letting himself have Dean here but not in the waking world, thinking this was all he could have.

Until one morning where the lines between dream and reality became blurred. And Cas was in the kitchen with Sam making coffee. And Dean rolled in still groggy from sleep, not thinking much of anything other than Cas and coffee. And when Cas hands Dean his coffee, which had been a recurring theme of late in Dean's dreams, of course he responds with a quick peck and a gentle 'Love you.'

It takes a few seconds for Dean to realize what he's done.

When it clicks he scurries away and hides for most of the day, thinking he's put Cas in an awful position, aware of Dean's feelings and forced to reject them.

Except when Cas finds Dean in the garage needlessly toying with Baby's innards, Cas confesses what he has been up to.

Both men realize they CAN have what they want.

Cas continues spending his nights in Dean's dreams, while his body rests in Dean's arms.

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

Always Keep Trying, Sam.

[shirtlesssammy]

Dean Winchester every day -- 171/326

Supernatural 8x22//Clip Show

[magpiewriting]

Missed opportunity for free food by simply entering Cas into every eating competition they come across that offers lifetime free food if they win

[zmediaoutlet]

was scrolling through your tags and saw "i wonder if he and dean argue abt gas money" and i feel like dean is in charge of their finances. like maybe there's more to be said about that topic like winchester money or lack there of, that maybe you have opinions about? i'd love to hear them.

love your writing, btw ❤️

Dean is definitely in charge of their finances, altho what "finances" means in the era of "we know how to hack credit agencies" is a little fuzzy. (Someone pointed out a laptop screenshot where Dean emails Sam and says that Sam "owes him gas money", which is both a) endearingly dumb and in character, and also b) YOU SHARE MONEY, DORK. THERE IS NO MONEY. [Dean: "It's the principle!" me: I repeat, dork.])

Winchester money is an interesting one! In the way-way back there was this big sprawly meta conversation about their interaction with class that really went all over the place, but what's interesting about it to me is that they are no-collar while coding blue-collar middle class. Like the old middle class, of limited debt and home ownership but still being on a modest salary and with modest tastes. Maybe a vacation once a year, etc. Not that that was their exact situation, but it's the social bracket they occupy. Note that Sam was desperate to get into the white-collar strata and really tried hard to play at that, especially in s1, but like a lot of the jumped-up masses he was more bougie nouveau riche than actually part of that set -- note how he couldn't order a glass of wine in Provenance (which happens to be one of my most hated scenes in the whole series, but that's not Sam's fault, lol). He makes fun of Dean's blue-to-no-collar tendencies but he's irrevocably part of them, and luckily he grows up mentally enough over the first few years that we don't get as much of that college kid crap, just home from school and making fun of Mom's casserole for not being what the kids in the city think is cool. You like the casserole, kid. Stop fronting.

But Winchesters-and-money really takes on a whole other valence because they're free of it. Like obviously in latter years once the credit cards get perfect (I guess that's as of the introduction of Frank and/or Charlie) it means nothing, and I'm glad of that bc we actually don't need to think about it, it's a solved problem. But when they're younger, there's the literal in-the-moment needs of food/gas money/clothes/where are we gonna sleep tonight, and they're very hand-to-mouth. But the way they're hand to mouth is like... fine. They don't have to worry about a mortgage. The Impala certainly does not have insurance, and neither do they have health insurance. There is no retirement account and there are no debt collectors knocking. They're free of the credit/financial system in a way almost no one else is, because they're also completely free to steal and pirate their way through life. Not least because it's the moral choice inside the textual universe -- they have to be free to save the day, so who cares if they're fucking over some random person's credit history.

It does a really interesting thing to their characterization. They're not stuck in the backbreaking poverty of e.g. the characters in Shameless. They aren't struggling to pay bills because they don't have bills. There's in-the-moment urgency but once that moment has passed and there's food in their bellies and gas in the car and Sam's got a new pair of shoes without a hole -- they don't really have to think about it the way most would. It's almost more of an aesthetic than it is a foundational shaping. That said, you do have to solve those moments as they come because there's no savings cushion, either, so either you get the new cards from the PO box or you figure out how to scam someone or you, you know. Do whatever else Dean might've done, to make sure there was food on the table.

[youchangedmedestiel]

Since I changed my mind and decided not to see friends on New Year's Eve. I'm planning to watch some Supernatural episodes like I did on New Year's Eve two years ago.

Which one should I watch?

[tortureddarkstar]

✩ WHITE XMAS

IM DREAMING OF A WHITE CHRISTMAS / / JUST LIKE THE ONES I USED TO KNOW

DEAN WINCHESTER X ANGEL!READER

MINORS DNI.

✩ BACK TO… NOURA’S CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

summary: christmas in heaven was spectacular compared to earth, dean was determined to bring that beauty to the bunker

warnings: fluff!!!! kissing, littlest amount of angst

inspired by: white xmas- sabrina carpenter

dean winchester would watch you all day if he could. his pure-as-snow angel, spinning in the snow of the machine he’d procured for the holidays.

dean noticed you were extra quiet during the christmas season, you stared more often out the window and not at him, you spent more time outside and wandering around heavens gateways. when he asked castiel about this sudden change in behaviour, the answer was not one dean was prepared for.

“she mourns heaven. her time there, especially during this season.” he’d told the hunter, monotonous as ever, however his eyes told dean all he needed to know.

dean couldn’t let his angel, the purest light in his life not be happy during one of his favourite times of the year. so, he set out to make your first official christmas on earth and with the winchester’s the best ever.

he found a snow machine, got the biggest tree that could fit in the bunker and piled as many gifts that could fit underneath it. all to see that smile grace your face once again.

you got out of bed on christmas morning to a certain emptiness where dean would usually lay. you never slept, but noticed that dean slept better with you there, so for the better half of the year, you’d been ‘sleeping’ in his room.

“dean?” you called out, wandering out of deans room and into the maze-like hallway of the bunker. you had forgone pants during the night since the bunker was usually at a comfortable temperature, yet you felt a small shiver as you sought out your lover.

“in here, sweetheart!” he replied. it sounded as if he was near the foyer of the bunker, where you felt it was coldest.

“dean, the bunker isn’t usually this cold-“ you had cut yourself off to take in the sight before you- a flurry of what appeared to be snow, falling on top of probably the largest tree you’d seen in your millions of years. dean had decorated it with baubles and tinsel, white as the snow that fell around you both, but left the top empty.

“dean, what is this?” the smile he adored had returned to adorn your face, even brighter than ever as you twirled around, laughing and taking in the snowglobe he’d built for you.

“merry christmas, dove.” dean moved closer to you, one hand loose around your waist and the other cradling your face, bringing you in for a feather-light kiss.

“merry christmas, dean.” you beamed. you leaned back to feel him place a dove shaped tree-topper in your hand, as if your smile couldn’t get bigger.

to be loved, is to be seen. and dean saw you, feathers and all.

a/n: yay!! my christmas special is done!!! for someone who doesn’t even celebrate this was crazy lol. i just love the holiday season. anyway!!!! this was super fun, love you all lots

-n x

[jessmalia]

— david shrigley

[woundlingus]

“Dean Winchester perpetuates the cycle of abuse” Yeah!!!!!

“Dean Winchester is a bad person” mmm… I don’t think so, but speak your truth

“Dean Winchester sucks and deserves to rot in hell” we are not friends go away

[dracaelus]

Not enough writers exploring the idea of bruce retiring from batman and becoming the bats new tech guy once lucius fox dies/retires. Like, bruce is actually pretty good at coming up with new gadgets and incorporating new/alien technologies into the bat stuff so really, I think it would be really cool?? Also, he could help oracle on his free time, and I feel like this would work really well with his paranoid and controlling tendencies, and he would be thriving in a job like this. Not to mention that he would still be helping the league with strategies, research and the diplomatic stuff, so no need for him to stop working with them. And he still has his charity work as bruce wayne.

So my point is, while of course we can all agree that everything bruce does as batman is important, I wouldn't say that activelly being on the field is the most important of his tasks, especially by the time he gets old and has dozens of allies doing it with him. I mean, he already trained a lot of heroes to work in gotham and there's a few of them who are just as skilled as him, some who are even better, so really, him retiring from that and focusing on his other duties as he gets older feels very natural and a much more compelling plotline to follow than just yk killing him off and then having the batfam fight about who's gonna take the mantle (i don't even think someone needs to)

[quietwingsinthesky]

you think sam ever wonders if dean would have tricked him into saying yes to lucifer again if it meant saving his life.

[future-dregs]

Yeah John was put in a horrible position and the world they live in is unfortunately as dangerous and violent as he raised his boys to believe it was, and if he was going to become a hunter (a questionable choice at BEST with a four year old and a baby but that's neither here nor there at this particular moment), then yes, the kids need to know what to do and how to stay safe.

But he shouldn't have turned Dean into a mother, he NEVER should have left them alone like he did (my gosh John there are evils in this world that are purely, horrifyingly human), and chipping away at their self esteem and sense of worth, never missing a cruel jab? (Dean knew his "father" wasn't his father when he was KIND AND UNDERSTANDING TO HIM).

John didn't HAVE to be cruel.

But he was.

And he loved his boys and he loved his family, but that didn't change the fact that he was a horrible father and a hard man.

Even with losing Mary and all the unknown unseen forces at work around them, he could've been a good man. He could've been someone who taught and was firm and instructed his boys, but who didn't leave them wondering for their whole lives if their dad even loved or wanted them.

But he was that person and he did those things and he fucked his kids up so well and wholly that we got fifteen seasons of emotional distress out it.

And that's the tragedy of it all.

It didn't have to be as bad as it was.

But it was.