#*side eyes s8 sam*

[actually-a-fish]

the best supernatural episodes

according to an autistic person with a special interest and the ability to make a list.

if youre really serious about supernatural spoilers then maybe stay away :)

None of the season one episodes made in on the list but I will give an honorable mention to S1 E2 Wendigo.

S2 E11 Playthings - A classic, creepy girls in a creepy hotel. Special call out to Sam getting SLOPPY

S2 E16 Roadkill - There's a ghost haunting the highway. the Boys help the spirit move on. This is an early example of monster empathy

S2 E18 Hollywood Babylon - Dean loves hollywood. I love dean. this episode makes me kick my feet like a little girl and i will not defend myself.

S2 EP 20 What Was Shall Never Be - all I have in my notes for this one is "Dean Djinn Dream" which was enough for me to remember the episode and get misty eyes. This is SEASON 2 my son will never know peace.

S3 E5 Bedtime Stories -I had to check the wiki on this one, I think i liked it cause it referenced classic fairytales

S3 Ep11 Mystery Spot - "HEAT OF THE MOMENT" RISE AND SHINE SAMMY!

S3 E13 Ghostfacers! - Im a Facer through and through

S3 E16 No Rest for the Wicked - S3 finale and the Boys are facing consequences! Classic Dean, Sam and Bobby episode.

S4 E1 Lazerus Rising - First Cas Episode. That handprint makes me feel things.

S4 E6 Yellow Fever - What if Dean had anxiety (The Eye of the Tiger blooper is also at the end of the episode which gives it bonus points.

S4 E17 Wishful Thinking - Make a wish? was it for your teddy bear to be diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder? Well thats what youre getting!

S4 E17 It's a Terrible Life - Sam ~ the sales rep. Dean ~ middle management.

S4 E18 The Monster at the End of the Book - There are books about Sam and Dean?! Written by this guy who loves self insert character? Surely the entire show isn't about to take a tone shift?

S5 E3 Free to be You and Me - Sam and Dean are fighting again, but this time Dean has a new heavenly boy toy to play with instead. (Cas has no rizz yet it's actually a little painful to watch)

S5 E5 Fallen Idol - Okay the Wax People episode is on here for one reason and one reason only. Paris Hilton.

S5 E7 The Curious Case of Dean Winchester - Old man Dean and old man Bobby. This is also the episode for HH Husk kinnies.

S5 E8 Changing Channels - Dr Sexy MD is that you?!

S5 E9 The Real Ghostbuster - *in a grizzly voice* "I'm Dean Winchester, this is my brother Sam. Have you experienced anything strange?" "Dude that was so good! Now we can go solve the puzzle" "Man you're breaking the immersion!"

S5 E10 Abandon All Hope - This is here for Crowley's first appearance and not because the end will make you cry.

S5 E12 Swap Meat - "uh... its Audi Nos". Freaky Friday starring Sam Winchester! An angsty teen and April Kepner from Grey/Sloan Memorial Hospital.

S5 E16 Dark Side of the Moon - The Boys lives flash before their eyes. Dean is pissed forever about Sams.

S5 E19 Hammer of the Gods - this is for all my pagans out there!

S6 E4 A Weekend at Bobby's - What do you think this episodes about idjit.

S6 E15 The French Mistake -  “For whatever reason, our life is a TV show.” “Why?” “I don't know.” “No, seriously. Why? Why would anybody want to watch our lives?” 

S7 E4 Defending your Life - consequences? for fucking people over? how about you stand trial.

S7 E20 The Girl with the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo - The self insert character made for us :) Luv u 4ever Charlie XD

S8 E4 Bitten - found footage will always scare. this one reminds me that this show started as a psuedo horror.

S8 E8 hunteri heroci - Cas tries his hand at being a hunter

S8 E12 As Time Goes By - FINALLY THEY ARE CARVING TRAPS INTO BULLETS

S8 E17 Goodbye Stranger - verbatim here are my notes for this episode "Cas chooses Dean, but the way he handles Meg... Fuck Naomi"

S8 E18 Clip Show - If you only want to watch just one episode of Supernatural this should be it. It's not actually a clip show, theres a broment, bonding time with favorite characters and crazy plots that only supernatural could get away with.

S9 E5 Dog Dean Afternoon - Dean is finally a dog person

S9 E11 First Born - Another bro fight leads to shipping <3 SamxCas + DeanxCrowley <3

S9 E15 #thinman - the slender episode feat. GHOSTFACERS. You come away from this episode thinking "supernatural is so fucking gay why wont the boys kiss"

S9 E21 King of the Damned - my favorite crowley era change my mind. Also the way the Boys interrogate an angel is so funny

S10 E5 Fan Fiction - I would unironically fuck w a supernatural musical and if helluva/hazbin taught me anything the rest of you would too

S10 E6 Ask Jeeves - The Clue episode. (Pay attention to the improvised weapons Dean chooses. It brings me joy)

S10 E9 The Things we Left Behind - Cas is suffering a midlife crisis and his besties are there to help him repair his relationship with his daughter. Funnily enough, Crowley is also getting some family bonding in.

Okay, I'm all caught up on my list. Should I have stayed up late transcribing this with an 8am class tommarow?

Probably not but it did bring me great joy. Tell me your favorite episode! I'll continue to add to my list as I continue my rewatch :)

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Your last post about S8-9 preggo Sam 😩😩😩😩I NEED to know what happens next

Okay, my favorite headcanon here is that they actually figure out that something isn’t right with “Ezekiel” quicker and they manage to evict him early. I’m not the best at drawn out angst (i love my happy endings too much) so be warned:

Sam came back to himself, not slowly but all at once and he bent over in the chair to get his breathing under control until he stopped when he couldn't bend as far as he should be able to.

He opened his eyes just to see his shirt extended, stretched tight over the huge sphere his stomach had become.

His breathing picked up further but he just couldn’t get any oxygen into his lungs. He must have been wheezing by now but he couldn’tt hear himself, the rushing in his ears too loud for anything else.

He didn’t understand what was happening to him, why did he look like that? And why couldn’t he remember how he got here or even where he was?

Sam couldn’t even remember where he thought he should have been, he just knew that this was wrong.

A hand rubbing between his shoulder blades finally let Sam tune back into his surroundings and soon Dean’s low murmur registered in his ears.

By the time Sam finally was able to get his breath under control and looked up, there was no one but Dean in the room.

“I wanna go home,” he mumbled out.

“We can do that,” Dean replied, a little startled. “We can definitely do that.”

His older brother helped him up and kept a hand on him until Sam was sitting down in the passenger seat of the Impala. Dean rounded the car and slid in next to him, turning to him immediately.

“You okay to drive?” Dean asked him, his hand twitching as if it wanted to reach out.

Sam nodded before turning and letting his head rest against the window. He wanted to curl up like he had done when he was ten and twenty but at thirty his stomach was in the way.

He stared out of the window, his eyes losing focus as the landscape rushed by them, just like it had happened a thousand times but nothing like it at the same time.

Sam didn’t say anything on their way back. There was nothing he could think of to say.

–

The mirror was fogging up again, no matter how many times Sam wiped at it.

He didn’t want to see himself. Yet at the same time he knew he had to.

It was more of an inspection really.

He still had ten fingers and ten toes, any sallowness he’d had from the trials was gone. He objectively looked fine.

Except for the fact he hadn’t just gained back the lost weight, he had added to it.

There were red marks on the side of his belly, where he had pushed and pulled the flesh. He could feel the huge solid bump, knowing it was not fat, he could feel it and see it but couldn’t understand it. It wasn’t him, it couldn’t be.

Sam was lean, had grown out of his chubbiness by age thirteen, had been a lanky teen and had always kept himself on the leaner side after that.

He wasn’t supposed to be like this, had always been careful with his eating and his birth control, had always made sure that his partners were wrapping it, hadn’t he?

Obviously not. Obviously he had let Dean in without it.

He couldn’t remember, didn’t know.

The mirror in front of him turned blurry as he tried to think back to when he last felt like himself. He remembered Dean coming back, the heartbreak and guilt when talking about Amelia and Purgatory, the shame but also the love for his brother, the elation everytime he looked over and saw green eyes looking back.

He remembered the relief at gutting that hellhound in Idaho, knowing he could spare Dean the pain and suffering that was sure to come, knowing he might be able to atone for some of his latest sins.

Things got blurry after that, he vividly remembered purgatory and hell, Bobby’s soul, but the rest was clouded by a heavy layer of misery. He guessed it must have happened then, seeking solace and comfort from Dean without his usual hypervigilance.

And once was enough right?

Sam startled when sharp knocks rattled the door.

“Sammy?” Dean’s tone was worried.

Sam would have liked to assuage his brother but he couldn’t face him now. Maybe never. No, not never.

Dean knocked again and even rattled the door knob.

Of course he wouldn’t leave.

“I’m fine.” Sam rasped out, loud enough to be heard. Satisfied when no more knocks follow.

The cool air hit, damp skin pebbled up. The worst was his stomach, the hair standing up and drawing his attention back to the problem at hand.

He framed it with his hands, the mirror showing the illusion of something he might have wanted ten years ago. Round with Dean’s child. A naive dream back then. Maybe a nightmare now.

Sam ripped his hands away, pulling another towel around himself to hide his image from the mirror.

He strode out of the shower room, the hallway surprisingly empty, though he guessed Dean was just around the corner, listening in.

As long as he stayed around the corner.

..

Sam was blissfully left alone the rest of the night. The bliss ended with the start of the day.

Hunger had driven him to the kitchen. He would have normally ignored the feeling. It wasn’t just him anymore, he knew. He had a new, even if unwilling, obligation. Had to take care of what was growing inside him.

“Sammy,” Dean breathed as he entered the kitchen.

Sam looked up from his bowl of healthy cereal. It didn’t taste right. It didn’t matter.

“Shit, fuck, Sammy.” Dean repeated and sat down heavily across from Sam.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have let him-” His brother said when Sam didn’t reply. “I didn’t know.”

And well, that could just mean a hundred things, couldn’t it. There were too many things Dean could apologize for. Too many things Sam should apologize for.

“No you shouldn’t have.” Sam replied.

There was a choking noise from across the table but Sam couldn’t look at Dean. He couldn’t even see the table in front of him, could only see Gadreel’s smug face, could feel his presence taking over his life. He had been inside him, been inside the most vulnerable parts. He had taken over because of Dean.

Sam shoved away from the table, his spoon clattering to the floor.

“I gotta-” he mumbled out, fleeing down the hallway and back towards his room. He needed to be alone, safe.

..

There was a tray with lunch and a protein bar in front of his room when he tried to sneak to the bathroom. The food was still steaming. Sam hated Dean just a little for being so caring.

Gadreel’s solid schedule had Sam’s body used to regular meals now and Sam wasn’t used to it anymore. But apparently Dean was.

But then again, Dean could solidly remember the last year.

Sam couldn't.

He wanted every bite to taste like ash, to find a reason to not finish it, but he couldn’t do that either.

…

Sam had felt like his bump was haunting him. Like it was a ghost.

If he didn't see it, he didn’t have to believe it was there. Whenever he caught sight of it, he got spooked.

Dean had left an oversized shirt on his bed that morning while Sam had been showering. It had made affection for his brother swell in his chest for the first time since he had been alone in his head again.

Sam had pulled it over his head, glad to see it cover his abdomend a little better. Though nothing could truly hide the deformity.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you.” Sam said in greeting when Dean spotted him wearing the shirt.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, little brother.” Dean replied casually but Sam could see the tightness in his eyes.

…

It emboldened Dean anyway and his brother ran a hand across Sam’s shoulder after their silent lunch and even squeezed Sam’s hand before he left for his bedroom that night.

Sam didn’t like to admit it but he was missing Dean, even though he knew that it was his own fault for hiding away.

But Sam was still trying to put together the last few months and he couldn’t take Dean’s guilt yet. His own feelings and thought were too jumbled to regard someone else's.

…

Sam was sitting in his bed, his book distraction fallen next to him, a weird feeling in his belly. He rested a hand against the swell, shocked by the press against it.

No.

That wasn't.

No.

As if summoned, Dean knocked on Sam’s door. Sam was quicker in speaking

“How far along am I?”

Dean’s eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped open a little. Sam knew that it was the first time he had acknowledged the pregnancy since they had come back to the bunker and Dean had obviously not expected it.

“Uh-” Dean stuttered for a moment. “We think around eight and a bit months or somewhere there.”

Sam nodded absentmindedly. “I think I felt it m-”

“It’s mine, right?” Dean interrupted Sam, though he looked deservedly chastised when Sam shot him a cutting glare.

“Yes, Dean. I didn’t sleep with anyone else.” Sam ground out.

Dean looked guilty and unsure.

“Leave, Dean.”

…

“I’m genuinely sorry, Sammy. I can’t say I wouldn’t do it again to save you, but I still am sorry.” Dean burst out the next time Sam finally left his room.

Sam didn’t want to talk, not to Dean, not to anyone. Not true, actually. He had been talking, had been talking to the fetus, unwillingly, but he couldn’t stop himself.

He was feelings things and he didn't know why.

He was trying his hardest to wrap his head around what had happened. He needed to understand it in order to break it down and put it away, needed to shove it in his neatly made drawers in his mind.

He was pregnant.

It was Dean’s.

The last few months were jumbled and missing pieces.

Dean had shoved an angel inside him.

He wasn’t dead because of Dean.

Dean had saved him.

He would have saved Dean too.

“Sammy?” Dean’s words shook Sam out of him thoughts.

“Hmh?”

“I’m-”

He’s sorry. Sam knew it, even without the words.

Lips pressed against lips in order to shut the older brother up.

“Not forgiven.” Sam mumbled but kept close, laying his head on Dean’s shoulder.

“Got it.”

…

Sam had questions.

So many questions.

He needed to fill gaps, both in time and in knowledge.

Dean was dutiful in his responses, filling Sam in.

His brother had questions too. Sam couldn’t always answer but he tried at least.

“Feel,” Sam said, pulling Dean’s hand against his. There was a flutter under his skin again and the horror of it had lessened. He didn’t know why. But it was Dean’s and maybe that was enough for now.

“Fuck,” his brother exclaimed, falling to his knees. Kisses were pressed into Sam’s flesh, the closest contact they've had in weeks and for some reason Sam didn’t want to stop him.

His brother seemed to notice too as he sat back on his heels, wide eyes staring at Sam.

Neither pulled away.

“It won’t be linear.”

“I know and I don’t care.”

“Can we do this?”

Terrified. Sam felt terrified when he thought about it.

This was real. This was him and Dean and something they had created.

“Yes.”

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hiiii here is a prompt for you:

wincest s1-2 OR later seasons esp like s8? with daddy kink.... rude controlling dean who's been sam's real daddy his whole life and super pliant grateful sammy who adores him to the point where he is willing to endure pain to please dean

Sam looks pitiful, even though he's trying his damndest to hide it. It's hard for him, always has been with the way his features always manage to exude that kicked puppy expression. It reminds Dean of when they were younger and Sam would get sick or be going through a rough patch in his mental or emotional health, the poor kid, and Dean would easily put on his caretaker persona.

The trials are harder on Sam than he's willing to voice, but Dean knows. It's taking a toll on him, on both of them, but Sam is stubborn and thinks his suffering is for the best because it's somehow cleansing him even though he looks like he's on death's doorstep, and he's refusing any nurturing from his older brother. It puts Dean on edge.

Sam's been sleeping for an inordinate amount of time, has barely left his room in 24 hours and Dean's had enough. He won't eat, he won't hydrate, and he seems to be living in his suffering, so Dean decides if he won't let him take care of him that way, he'll have to take care of him in the only other way he knows how.

Dean slips into Sam's room where the air is a little heavy, like whatever celestial ailment tormenting his little brother is permeating and it sets his brow in a furrow, a frown tugging at his lips. Even in the dark space, Dean can see Sam lying on his side, his breathing steady and even. He climbed into bed next to him, moving a hand up to brush some of his hair away from his neck, and he can feel it damp with a cold sweat.

"Sammy," Dean murmured, rousing his brother to consciousness.

"Dean?" Sam asked, reflexes dulled by his foggy state of mind, shifting to try and sit up as his mind tries to make sense of what was happening, but Dean stops him, turns his shoulder so that he faced him instead, and Sam crumples back to the bed, eyes unfocused.

"I know you don't feel good, Sam, I know you're suffering," he started and Sam gave a disgruntled sound, about to put up a fight. "You gotta let me take care of you, man. You gotta let me help you feel better," he coaxed, moving his hand to cup Sam's cheek before he leaned in to press their lips together.

Sam wanted to argue, but he couldn't muster the energy to do so, and feeling Dean initiate affection towards him lifted a little bit of the heavy burden of guilt he had been piling on his shoulders ever since Dean had gotten back from purgatory. His eyes fell closed like he could go right back to sleep, but instead he returned the kiss before giving a subtle nod of his head.

"You remember back when you'd have migraines and fevers?" Dean asked against his lips, sliding one hand down between them to push under the material of the thing shirt clinging to Sam's torso. His skin was hot to the touch, temperature obviously elevated. "Remember when sometimes you'd be so delirious you thought I was dad?" he asked, and Sam exhaled a quiet sound.

"Yeah," Sam murmured, letting himself go pliant, letting Dean touch where he pleased and guide him.

"You gonna let me take care of you?" He asked again, pushing his shirt up and off before he moved to position himself between Sam's thighs as he laid him on his back. Sam knew what he was asking for.

"Yes, daddy," Sam replied, voice just barely above a whisper, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed up at his older brother. His chest ached suddenly, feeling pangs of guilt once again as the gravity of the situation had settled in. Dean had always taken care of him, stitched him back together, pulled him back from ledges. He owed him everything, and he was grateful for a chance of penance.

He lets Dean fuck him despite the discomfort and pain with the state his body is in, tries to grasp at the little bit of comfort in knowing Dean still wants him this way, that's he's willing to touch and kiss him despite all the wrong that Sam has done him, so long as it makes Dean feel good.

[ardentpoop]

your a person who I feel really understands Sam and I always enjoy seeing your opinions on the show so i hope you don’t mind me asking a bit of a specific Sam question. In s8 Sam says that the time is he found with Amelia was something unique that he found for the first time in his life. I’ve always found that line to be a bit weird considering Stanford and Jess but I’d like to see what you think Sam means and is saying by this line. Have a good day.

hi :)

I have mixed feelings on the amelia arc leaning more positive than negative bc I’m a contrarian and I thought the fandom disliked that arc for the wrong reasons lmao - as usual dean’s inescapable perspective aggressively dampened ppl’s ability to empathize w/ sam. also as usual this fandom hates women as much as the show does.

anyway bird’s eye view: sam’s “break” with amelia pre-s8 followed the extremely traumatic events (for sam more than anyone) of s4-s7. he spends literal years dealing w/ one catastrophe after another, his and dean’s relationship suffers its first major breakdown in s4 that imo they never truly recover from, he sacrifices himself to save the world bc it was “his fault” it nearly ended, he suffers an eternity of torture in the cage and loses those memories then regains them then loses them again, nothing feels solid to him least of all his own body and mind. and then dean dies in the s7 finale! or at least, sam thinks he does - he has no reason to believe otherwise. and sam looks for dean, we see that he does, we see him spinning out and suicidal again, but then he stops. bc he hits a dog! and he meets A Girl. and this girl, like him, is drifting and grieving and desperate for something solid to hold onto for just a while. and she’s prickly and unapproachable at first and sam finds that comforting.

my overall point is that sam’s headspace going into stanford era and sam’s headspace pre samndean reunion in s8 are like…. impossibly different. he goes through shit his teen self wouldn’t even have the words to describe. he and dean hit lows that he would’ve never thought possible when they only had each other for comfort under john’s roof.

stanford era sam was blessed with ignorance; he was trying to be Normal, he left his stifling family unit behind and started planning a stable future without them, he was doing everything you’re Supposed to do to be a happy successful person per american individualism - and at the time, it WAS making him happy, bc everyone had kept him in the dark abt the nefarious plot he was smack-dab in the middle of; he didn’t know his freedom was an illusion and that he’d never stopped being watched.

pre-s8 sam on the other hand has long since given up on normalcy. he views himself as a freak who will “never be okay” and hunting as a burden that he deserves to bear. it takes dean being gone for the veil to lift a little and remind him that A) it’s maybe okay that he’s a freak lmao bc amelia’s kind of a freak as well and they can help each other specifically because they’re broken in similar ways, and B) he CAN feel okay when he’s not hunting.

like we know sam’s always hated hunting lol his introduction as a character is centered on this inner conflict. however sam “running away” from “the life” before he knows abt what azazel did to him and before he’s made to shoulder the burden of the apocalypse in s5, among countless other burdens, and sam making an Informed Decision to step back from hunting are 2 entirely different things. to me.

also btw sam turning away from hunting is inextricable from sam turning away from dean, and punished accordingly. bc sam’s Place is at dean’s side whether he likes it or not. he is reminded of this the very instant dean gets back from purgatory and bombarded with guilt abt it for the rest of the season until he cracks.

[angelsdean]

Okay, so I genuinely tried to see Sam as one of Jack's parental figures but... I can't? I mean Cas and Dean, yeah, 100%, but Sam doesn't give me any parental vibes for Jack, no matter what Jack and Rowena say in the show (and how some people are angry at "sam's erasure by destiel shippers"). I don't see him as one of Jack's parents. If you do, can you explain me why please??? I'm so confused.

personally i don't either, which yea, some people get upset about and cite "erasure by destiel shippers" but for me it's not even about destiel but more so that i just do not see sam as someone who actually wants to be a father. (which is why i'm also massively side-eyeing that whole finale where he gets the "white picket fence apple pie life" and dean jr. that kid is Not real to me !!!)

i think early on, during stanford especially and for some years after, sam thought that's the life he wanted. i think if jess hadn't died and he hadn't gotten swept back into hunting and become obsessed like john w/ killing azazel and everything that followed, he would've married jess and he would have tried to have that perfect life, but i think he'd still be living a lie and keeping everything about hunting from jess, like he seems to do w/ blurry wife and dean jr. so, what kind of life is that really?? It's not a real partnership if you're lying about everything. Just like Dean couldn't really make it work in the end with Lisa and Ben (and he was more open with them about everything) it's like, for Dean and Sam it's never going to work with someone who isn't in the life. But until Eileen (and Rowena) Sam tends to go for the option of "pretend hunting doesn't exist and have a fake perfect life", like with Amelia in s8. All this to say, this "white picket fence American Dream" he keeps going after isn't sustainable and isn't realistic. To me it reads very much as a dissociating technique, a coping mechanism. He tries to escape the reality of his life, bury his head in the sand, but at the end of the day, these things are just pipe dreams. His relationship with Amelia reminded me so much of Dean and fake El Sol Carmen from his Djinn dream, even down to the fake-happy over saturation.

Anyways, that's a lot of words to say, his most real (and imo healthiest) relationships are the ones with people who know about hunting (Eileen, Rowena). And when he's honest about who he is, the life he leads, and what he actually wants (helping people, studying magic w/ Rowena, being a loreboy lol, etc etc) I don't really think he sees being a father as part of those dreams / desires. Also, Dean has always been the one shown as relating to kids more and being good with kids. Dean has always been in a more nurturing / caretaker role since he himself was a child. That's not to say Sam couldn't be a dad or learn how to do these things, but I'm just saying it doesn't seem to come naturally to him the way it does for Dean, so I think that's another part of why a lot of people see Dean + Cas as Jack's parent figures more than Sam.

However !!! I think Sam makes a great mentor + teacher (and Uncle figure). I think he really enjoys teaching and guiding people. He's a great leader to the Apocalypse World hunters and he seems to really enjoy that mentorship role. And with Jack, early on, he stepped up and became a mentor and teacher to help him learn how to use and control his powers. I think Sam cares deeply for Jack, and Jack is family, and Jack himself considers Sam as one of his "dads" and Jack is their collective "kid" but I think there is a noted difference between the way Dean + Cas interact with Jack and the way Sam does. Even when Dean is at his worst, there's still this very "he's a child, I'm the parent" dynamic between him and Jack. Whereas I think Sam tries to treat Jack as more of an equal who's still learning (and i think that's also in part due to Sam growing up being "the baby", like he gets it and so he approaches Jack differently than Dean does).

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supernatural s7e16 out with the old (w. jenny klein, bob singer)

goofy ass way to kill someone (i guess the red shoes reference?), but i'll take actual ballet dancers dancing in media any day :) and tchaikovsky's swan lake is one of my all time favorite pieces of classical music

did you know swan lake has a happy ending in some productions? this abt version has them yeeting themselves off a cliff to die together and reunite in heaven but some they kill off the baddie and everyone is together and happy. anyway i totally cried again watching that finale clip lol

moving on

the pristine unworn pointe shoes to the side of the gore made me laugh. so dumb

why won't they let them wear actual cold winter appropriate clothing?? they must have been freezing in their little light fall jackets.

SAM Yeah, well, every time I close my eyes, Lucifer is yelling into my head. It's like I let him in once, now I can't get rid of him. DEAN You know he's not actually... SAM Yeah. Yeah, no. I know. Uh, try telling that to the volume control inside my brain. DEAN Well, did you try the hand thing? SAM Yeah.

💔 but even i can't resist suggesting that maybe dean could help you with more pain

black vintage firebird yes please and thank you. there was a trans am in 5.13 the song remains the same too, wrote about a boy who had one in my high school lol

oh god the poor girl in the pointe shoes. laughing and cringing. i was thinking she's young but maybe she just looks really young, i started pointe at 11 (which was too early most likely). anyway thankfully they didn't have her visibly doing much of anything. whew

DEAN Getting the strong urge to Prince Siegfried myself into oblivion? Yes. SAM You really did see "Black Swan."

yes swan lake reference!! i finally watched black swan here not long ago, i'll watch anything with ballet but it was a little too scary for what i could tolerate in my headspace there for a good while.

SAM Geez! You okay there, Baryshnikov? DEAN Yeah. Yeah, I'm "pas de done."

(you know male ballet dancers generally don't wear pointe shoes, right) baryshnikov is my fave and i actually got to see him perform - sadly not classical ballet, but with the white oak dance project back in early 2000s.

this has other dances doing the same variation, but baryshnikov is first and this is one of my favorite things (i have this performance on vhs). it is perfect for his acting and obviously his technique and power is jaw dropping. the gasps and cheers from the audience with that first big jump, seriously💯

cursed kitchen object does not give me joy. me: why is sam so impatient, he keeps snapping at everyone. oh right, no sleep, satan-vision screaming

DEAN You know, I wonder how old porn kills you. SAM Pretty sure you don't want to know.

oh, sam. you can't power through sleep deprivation

JOYCE We have a chain of command here, George. You see a Winchester, you don't eat him. You tell me, and I eat him.

again with the awful photoshop job on dick. and i dunno what program he's supposed to be using there with an excel like sum button

sammy saving the day. wonder if he kept the sword

apparently this is the third episode with bad moon rising in it,

via wiki: also played in 1.22 Devil's Trap and 2.01 In My Time of Dying. this sadly did not making the streaming rights so it's some knockoff on netflix (on the radio during the semi crashing into the impala). i already figured it meant bad news this time around, doubly so.

i know a vague plot point for s8 i think but i don't know what happens with sam's head (i don't think, at least) our how we get to what i know from s8. but misery scale is tipping heavier as we approach the end of the season soo. i am so looking forward to the end of the leviathan plotline. i could not care less

it was nice seeing them in an environment with snow. like dirty gray winter weather kind of snow, not just the pretty stuff

[alittlehurtwithyourcomfort]

Lloyd Garmadon Whumplist (Ninjago S8-S16)

Character: Lloyd Garmadon (voiced by Sam Vincent)

For other characters, click here

For Dragons Rising, click here

Age Rating: TV-Y7 (FV)

Show available on Netflix

Notes: This list is only for seasons 8-16 of Lego Ninjago due to the animation style and voice actor changes that occur starting with season 8.

For the purpose of organization, I have listed the seasons by their names as well as numbers!

List Key:

bold = most whump, best whump, or favorite whump scenes

~ = a scene break

-- = an episode i missed/forgot to list, will be filled in at a later date (most of these episodes contain minimal to no whump)

THIS LIST CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE SERIES!

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sons of garmadon: 

8x01: fought, concern for him ~~ thinks there's gunfire, stressed 

8x02: worried ~~ stressed, almost stabbed

8x03: finds out stressful information ~~ pinned to a wall by shuriken

8x04: stressed

8x05: worried about zane ~~ fought, rough fall ~~ arm put in a sling, in pain 

8x06: in pain, half-collapsed ~~ dragged by a monster, scared ~~ fall into water, almost drowns ~~ collapsed on shore, in pain 

8x07: very stressed ~~ almost falls, fought, betrayed, heartbroken ~~ thrown, threatened, almost drowns ~~ launched out of water, rough landing, groaning in pain, held ~~ fought, thrown around, lifted into the air and painfully squeezed, taken prisoner 

8x08: chained with vengestone, threatened, worried, put into a cage ~~ hair pulled ~~ scared, trapped underwater, gasping for air, angry, guilty, comforted 

8x09: sad, frustrated ~~ kind of sacrifices himself, concern for him ~~ angry, breaking glass ~~ extremely rough and emotional fight, hit with multiple blasts of energy, screaming in pain, heavy breathing, heartbroken, thrown through multiple walls, barely conscious, gasping in pain, dragging himself along the ground, collapsed 

8x10: "it's like his life force is fading" ~~ unconscious, thrashing in pain, talking in his sleep, "he's burning up", concern for him, healed with energy, screaming in pain, glowing eyes, unconscious ~~ still unconscious, cloth on forehead, concern for him ~~ jolts awake, heavy breathing, comforted, extremely weak, struggling to stand, supported to walk ~~ fought, choked, held over ledge, witnesses friends "deaths", screaming, half-collapsed in grief, crying, angry 

hunted: 

9x01: rough sparring, grieving, stressed ~~ more rough training, chained, frustrated, grieving, comforted 

9x02: stressed 

9x03: stressed 

9x04: none 

9x05: fought, stressed ~~ emotional 

9x06: fought 

9x07: concern for him 

9x08: concerned, stressed, sees someone die 

9x09: very stressed, rough landing, helped to stand ~~ worried

9x10: fought ~~ rough fight with father, thrown, groaning ~~ hanging off side of building, concern for him, in pain ~~ kicked, thrown, in pain ~~ gets powers back, glowing eyes ~~ scared 

march of the oni: 

10x01: angry, threatened ~~ stressed 

10x02: stressed, yelling ~~ angry, emotional ~~ holding his throat, half-collapsed struggling to breathe, gasping, concern for him, angry, emotional ~~ fought, saved, shocked ~~ rough fight, crying out in pain 

10x03: rough fight, in pain ~~ outnumbered, saved, rough landing, groaning, concern for him, helped to stand, angry, yelling, shocked, grieving, argued 

10x04: grieving ~~ rough fight, emotional reunion ~~ thrown, gasping for air ~~ wakes up, gasping, has to choose whether to live or die ~~ unconscious, buried under rubble, carried, unresponsive, concern for him, wakes up, coughing, weak, helped to stand 

secrets of the forbidden spinjitzu: 

fire chapter:

11x01: none

11x02: none

11x03: stressed 

11x04: concerned 

11x05: rough landing, groaning ~~ blasted back, groaning, hit with energy ~~ concerned, thrown, chained 

11x06: none

11x07: chained, argued ~~ stressed

11x08: none

11x09: worried about kai ~~ glowing eyes, concern for him, heavy breathing, fought, glowing eyes, thrown x2, screaming, briefly knocked out ~~ under rubble, groaning, concern for him, worried

11x10: stressed

11x11: none

11x12: stressed

11x13: scared, stung by a wasp, in pain 

11x14: glowing eyes, worried ~~ glowing eyes, fought, thrown ~~ extremely worried about zane

ice chapter:

11x15: electroshocked (comedic), falls ~~ worried, rough fight 

11x16: crash landing, shivering, knocked down, helped to stand ~~ worried

11x17: fought 

11x18: concern for him ~~ stressed, attacked, pinned down, buried in snow ~~ dragged out, coughing, heavy breathing ~~ freezing 

11x19: none 

11x20: stressed, scared, thrown, dragged back, finds recording from zane, sad, angry 

11x21: none 

11x22: none

11x23: talking about harumi ~~ fought, briefly knocked out, fought ~~ shocked, angry

11x24: none 

11x25: stressed, fought, thrown around, in pain, squinted eye, weak, crying out, half-collapsed, captured, groaning in pain, unconscious ~~ still unconscious, dragged, manhandled, dropped, groaning in pain, semi-conscious, blurry vision, shocked 

11x26: none

11x27: none 

11x28: in pain, shocked, frustrated, fought, blasted by ice, knocked out, dragged ~~ wakes up, groaning in pain, chained up, angry

11x29: stressed, fought 

11x30: rough fight ~~ rough fight, in pain, frozen, weak voice, almost killed 

prime empire: 

12x01: thrown, fought, tired 

12x02: stressed

12x03: rough fight 

12x04: fought, no powers 

12x05: none 

12x06: fought, loses lives 

12x07: stressed 

12x08: stressed

12x09: fought, dizzy 

12x10: fought 

12x11: stressed, extremely worried about kai and cole 

12x12: fought against fake harumi, loses last life, "dies" 

12x13: none 

12x14: none 

12x15: none 

12x16: emotional reunion 

master of the mountain:

13x01: stressed

13x02: being angsty and distrusting 

13x03: stressed 

13x04: stressed, fought 

13x05: stressed, argued ~~ worried about nya 

13x06: none

13x07: none

13x08: none

13x09: none

13x10: none

13x11: straining powers, screaming, heavy breathing, collapsed, helped to run 

13x12: none

13x13: fought 

13x14: none

13x15: caged 

13x16: fought

the island:

14x01: worried 

14x02: fought ~~ electricity fired at him

14x03: fought ~~ shocked unconscious, groaning, tied up 

14x04: worried ~~ fought 

seabound: 

15x01: fought, worried about nya

15x02: none 

15x03: stressed 

15x04: worried about nya 

15x05: worried about jay 

15x06: stressed, fought 

15x07: fought, stressed

15x08: none 

15x09: fought, stressed

15x10: stressed 

15x11: none 

15x12: fought 

15x13: stressed 

15x14: stressed, fought

15x15: stressed, fought, extremely worried about jay and nya 

15x16: extremely worried about nya ~~ grieving 

crystallized: 

16x01: grieving, angry 

16x02: none 

16x03: stressed, worried 

16x04: frozen, carried ~~ shivering

16x05: fought 

16x06: rough fight, arrested and put in handcuffs 

16x07: in prison ~~ threatened, stressed, chased, handcuffed, thrown in cell

16x08: fought, stressed 

16x09: tired 

16x10: none

16x11: tired ~~ pinned, thrown around, grabbed 

16x12: undercover, stressed ~~ rough fight, shot by an energy weapon, half-conscious, groaning, blurry vision, scared, passes out

crystallized part 2: 

16x13: chained with vengestone, upset ~~ (flashback: extremely panicked, grieving) "i searched through that rubble with my bare hands", no powers, held at gunpoint 

16x14: wakes up in cage, groaning ~~ angry, manipulated ~~ panicked, angry, thinks his friends are dead, crying, glowing eyes, out of control, rough fight, screaming, shot with energy gun, unconscious 

16x15: ---

16x16: chained, scared, grieving 

16x17: rough fights ~~ almost falls, argued, jumps into water, dazed, gasping 

16x18: angry

16x19: --- 

16x20: angry

16x21: angry, scared, not in control of powers 

16x22: ---

16x23: --- 

16x24: groaning, stuck under rubble, angry 

16x25: stressed

16x26: stressed

16x27: argued, stressed ~~ fought 

16x28: ---

16x29: rough fight, almost falls ~~ electrocuted, in pain

16x30: rough fight, grieving, sobbing, screaming, glowing eyes, painful shapeshifting, out of control, scared, thrown, falls 

[samsexualdeancurious]

Self-Control (NSFW)

Pairing: Sam x Dean x Benny

Words: 2,901

Summary: Sam has finally agreed to one of Dean's requests but on one condition - Sam is in charge.

Warnings: bottom!Dean, top!Sam, top!Benny, dom!Sam, sub!Dean, switch-y!Benny, unprotected sex (vampires don't get STDs in my brain, sooooo), dirty talk, some name-calling (Dean likes it). This is an AU where Benny does come back with Sam during the 2nd trial in s8.

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“Sam.”

The word is barely more than a breath falling from Dean’s kiss-swollen lips into the quiet of the motel room. It melts into a low moan and Dean’s grip on Sam’s wrist tightens momentarily.

If you’d asked Sam thirty minutes ago why he agreed to this, he would have shrugged and said something like “because it would make Dean happy.” Now, though, Sam has to admit - he’s in this almost entirely for himself and the arch of Dean’s spine when his fingers curl just so, the trickle of sweat along the curve of one shoulder blade. The sounds he knows Dean will make when they get to the main event.

They’re not there yet, though. Sam’s only two fingers deep in his brother and Benny’s cock is Coke can thick where it curves away from his belly. He needs to make sure Dean is loose and sloppy before he lets him take that monster.

Monster cock, his brain happily supplies and Sam muffles the desire to snort at his own dumb joke. Dean might laugh with him but Sam’s not sure Benny would appreciate the sentiment. In fact, Sam doesn’t know much about Benny at all beyond the fact that he protected and was there for Dean when Sam wasn’t. He was shocked to learn that they never slept together in that year.

Now, though, Dean’s finally going to get when he’s been begging Sam for since Sam returned from Purgatory with Bobby in one arm and Benny in the other.

Sam flexes his hand against his brother’s throat, feeling the click of it as he swallows, and remembers the way the vampire’s soul had felt, hot beneath his skin.

His eyes flick to Benny’s blue ones and find him watching, just as he has been since they started. His hands are bound as securely as possible to the headboard, as much of a precaution as Dean would allow. Sam had wanted to gag him, too, but Dean vetoed that. Benny has already fed today at Sam’s insistence, though, so his fangs shouldn’t be an issue tonight.

Benny’s eyes shift to meet Sam’s over Dean’s shoulder. His pupils are blown wide and his breathing has picked up. His cock is already fully erect and looks absolutely delicious where it juts out from a nest of dark curls.

Sam can’t wait to split Dean open on it.

“Dean,” Sam purrs, leaning in to press his lips to the shell of his brother’s ear.

Even kneeling on the bed, knees braced on either side of Benny’s ankles and legs spread wide for Sam’s fingers, Dean’s still a little shorter than him. Dean hums a response and Sam realizes then that his eyes are closed. He gives a warning squeeze to Dean’s throat.

“Open your eyes.”

Dean obeys, blinking in the lamplight. His pupils are as large as Benny’s as he squirms back against Sam’s fingers. He opens his mouth, maybe to speak, but all that comes out is a whine.

Sam lessens the pressure he’d just applied to Dean’s prostate, smirking. “Look at him, Dean.”

Green eyes jump from the wall above the headboard to where Benny is gazing up at him, not even bothering to hide his attraction.

“He wants you,” Sam murmurs, finally pressing a third finger into Dean’s clutching heat. “He can’t wait to feel this tight hole around his cock. Isn’t that right?”

The question is directed at Benny, who nods. “Fuckin’ stunnin’ like this, cher. Bet you feel amazing.”

His voice is a low rasp and Sam feels Dean shiver in response. He grins.

“Eager,” he teases. He twists his fingers just so and Dean whimpers. “No one would ever guess it, looking at you, but you’re hungry for cock, aren’t you?”

Dean’s cheeks are burning as he nods, unable to deny what they can all see.

“Benny’s thicker than me,” Sam continues. “Think he’ll fit? It’s gonna be a bit of a squeeze. I’ve got three fingers in you and you’re still virgin tight. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’d never taken a cock before. But that’s not true, is it?”

Dean’s breathing hard and he opens his mouth, to respond but too slow. Sam drags him backward by his throat, curving his spine in a way that must be verging on uncomfortable and pulling a surprised cry from his lips. When Sam speaks, eyes on Benny the entire time, his voice is low and dangerous.

“What are you, Dean?”

“I’m-” Dean cuts off, tongue darting out to wet his lips before he answers. “I’m a slut.”

“A slut for what?”

Dean’s words come out as a moan and his head falls back into the curve of Sam’s shoulder, his hips rolling desperately against Sam’s hand. “I’m a slut for cock.”

Sam loosens his hold, sliding his hand around to the dip between Dean’s shoulders and shoving him forward. He catches himself with his hands on either side of Benny’s thighs.

“Beg.”

That’s all the permission Dean needs. “Please, please, I need - Sam, please, I’m ready, I promise. I can take it, I’m ready-”

The words come spilling out of him, stumbling over each other as he drops his shoulders to rest his cheek on Benny’s thigh, fingers digging into the cheap motel comforter, and tilts his hips up for Sam.

“Shhh,” Sam soothes and Dean trails off with a desperate sound that verges on a sob. Sam cocks his head thoughtfully. “What do you think, Benny?”

The vampire is watching Dean with pure, unadulterated lust. His mouth has fallen open but Sam sees no hint of fangs. It seems to take him a moment to process that Sam’s speaking to him, which Sam really can’t blame him for. He’d be distracted, too, if he had a squirming, needy Dean on top of him. Sam won’t tell either of them but his own self-control is hanging on by a thread. Dean is sinfully hot around his fingers and it feels like a crime not to fill him up with something more substantial.

Later, Sam mentally promises to himself. Tonight, Benny gets him first and Sam can’t complain because the only thing Sam loves almost as much as his brother’s clenching hole at the first fuck of the night is sloppy seconds. It’s been far too long since Sam was able to indulge in that little kink.

“I think he’s been a very good boy,” Benny is saying, pulling Sam from his thoughts. The way Benny’s accent curls around the words, drawing them out with a touch of honey-sweet twang, sends a shiver through both Winchesters. “And good boys should be rewarded. Is he ready for me?”

Sam twists his hand, reaching to grab the lube from its resting place against Benny’s hip. He drizzles more of the stuff on his fingers and uncurls his pinky to press at Dean’s rim. Dean moans when the tip slips inside.

“I think he is.”

Sam presses all four fingers knuckle-deep. Dean is speechless, mouth hanging open. Sam gives an experimental thrust and hears Benny growl hungrily at the way Dean’s face twists in pleasure.

Sam yanks his fingers free without preamble. Dean makes a sound of protest and is rewarded with the hard smack of Sam’s palm on his ass for his trouble.

“Sit up,” Sam orders, moving around to the side of the bed.

Unsteady, Dean sits up on his knees. His hands flex against his thighs and his gaze flits between Sam and Benny, waiting for further instruction.

Sam pours more lube into his palm. When his fingers curl around Benny’s shaft, he wonders for a moment if he should have taken more time to prep Dean. Benny is thick in Sam’s hand and when his hips twitch involuntarily, thrusting into the circle of Sam’s fingers, Sam can feel the power behind them.

Satisfied with the amount of lube, Sam wipes his hand on the bedspread and takes a step back.

“Well?” he says in response to Dean’s questioning look, smirking at the desire he sees in his brother’s eyes. “What are you waiting for?”

Dean scrambles forward on the bed until his knees rest on either side of Benny’s hips. He reaches back to grasp at Benny’s cock, fingers slipping for a moment on all the lube but before Sam can step in to help, Dean growls in determination and lines the head up with his hole.

Sam’s torn as to where he should look as Dean begins to sink down on that beast of a cock. Dean’s head drops forward, chest heaving with each breath. His eyes are closed tight, his hair sticking to his forehead with all the sweat, his plump mouth open in a silent moan as his hands brace against Benny’s chest. His thighs are trembling already with the effort to take this slow, to ease himself open despite what Sam knows is an urge to go balls deep in one move. When Sam walks back to his spot at the end of the bed, the sight of Dean’s hole split wide on Benny’s cock is enough to have him grinding his heel against his own dick through his jeans.

Benny, for his part, is focused on staying very, very still. His fingers are curled around the bars of the headboard, white-knuckling it already. His belly quivers with each barely-contained thrust. Sam knows all too well how good Dean feels wrapped around a cock. The vampire’s self-control is impressive.

It’s only when Dean’s ass is flush with Benny’s hips that he goes still, allowing his weight to rest fully on Benny. The room is quiet, broken only by the sound of Dean’s panting, and Sam drops the bottle of lube on the mattress to curl his clean hand around his brother’s ankle. Doing so startles Dean and he jerks upward, which means he has to sink back down again with a whimper.

“He feels so good, doesn’t he?” Sam asks, eyes locked on where Dean and Benny are joined. His fingertips stroke gently across the little dips on either side of Dean’s Achilles tendon.

Benny nods. His eyes are dark and his fangs still haven’t made an appearance but Sam’s still wary. They have dead man’s blood on hand if they need it. Benny’s been doing such a good job so far. Sam would really hate to spoil their fun.

Dean seems oblivious to Sam’s concerns, though, as he starts moving for real. He keeps his hands splayed on Benny’s chest, using them to leverage his body up and down on the vampire’s cock. Each downward thrust pushes a gasp from his chest. His movements are shallow at first, almost careful as he gets used to the massive intrusion, but Dean quickly picks up the pace.

“What a slut.” Sam gives Dean’s ankle a little squeeze, rubbing his own erection. He really wants to take his cock out and jerk off while he watched but he wants even more to fuck Dean after Benny is done. “You were made to take a cock, weren’t you?”

Dean is nodding, eyes closed tight as he takes Benny’s cock all the way to the base and lifts up again. He keeps making quiet little sounds in his throat in time with his movements. Beneath him, Benny’s arms flex and his heels shift against the comforter, clearly wanting to plant his feet and thrust but not wanting to overstep the boundaries Sam has laid out. Sam, though, really wants to see what Benny can do.

“Fuck him,” he encourages, gripping Benny’s ankles and encouraging his knees to bend so his feet are flat against the mattress. “Fuck him good.”

If Dean was making pretty noises before, the noises he makes when Benny slams his hips upward against Dean’s ass are music to Sam’s ears. He groans to himself and finally strips off his jeans, kicking them to join Dean and Benny’s clothes where they’re scattered around the hamper.

“Talk to me, Benny,” he says, moving to sit by the vampire’s head. Sam had never really looked at Benny in this way before tonight but he’s starting to see what Dean has been admiring for so long. That strong jaw, the silver in Benny’s beard, those striking blue eyes. With his arms bound above his head, Sam can fully appreciate the powerful muscles in his forearms and biceps. His torso is stretched out, accentuating his chest and the soft yet solid curve of his belly, made strong by long days of boat work. Sam traces the line of Benny’s collarbone and down the center of his chest, feeling the vampire’s breath stutter at the light touch. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“He’s gorgeous,” Benny gasps out, hips rolling up against Dean’s body. He’s sweating. Sam didn’t know vampires could sweat but the sheen on Benny’s skin, plastering his chest hair flat, is proof enough for him. “I’m thinkin’ ‘bout how damn lucky I am, gettin’ to see him like this.”

That’s a little more emotional than Sam’s ready to go with Benny right now, regardless of how much he may have warmed up to the vampire recently. “He looks damn good, huh? Feels just as good, too.”

Benny nods and Sam grins, turning his eyes to his brother again. Dean’s cock bounces with each movement of his body, flinging silvery drips of precum across Benny’s stomach.

“Think you can make him cum?” Sam asks conspiratorially and Benny grins.

“Oh, I dunno. How ‘bout we find out?” he says with a low chuckle, adjusting his grip on the headboard and repositioning his feet to get better leverage before directing a question to Dean. “What do you think about that, cher?”

He punctuates the sentence with a particularly well-aimed thrust and all Dean can manage in response is a moan. His eyes are glazed over with pleasure when Sam reaches out to curl his fingers around Dean’s jaw, lifting his head until Dean’s eyes meet his. Sam strokes his thumb over the swell of Dean’s lower lip, considering the vampire’s words even as Dean rocks with the force of Benny’s thrusts.

“I think he likes that idea a lot.”

Once Benny really puts his mind to it, it doesn’t take him long to have Dean groaning and grasping at Sam’s arms to keep himself upright above Benny as his body spasms with pleasure. That’s a sight that will never get old - the way Dean’s eyes roll back, the helpless jerk of his muscles, the clench of his thighs around Benny’s hips as he paints the other man’s belly with streaks of cum. Sam holds him steady and doesn’t let him escape when he tries to squirm away from Benny’s thrusts, pinning him in place. Dean whines but doesn’t protest further, instead leaning on Sam as Benny hurries towards his own orgasm.

“You like being used like this, huh?” Sam coos, hands tracing the flames of Dean’s tattoo. “Benny’s gonna cum in you, big brother, and then I’m gonna bend you over and put another load in you. How’s that sound?”

The only response Dean can muster as Benny reaches his peak, grinding up against him, is a breathy, “Please.”

That’s the only response Sam needs. When Benny relaxes, hips falling back onto the bed as he works to catch his breath. There’s still not even a tiny sliver of fangs visible. Impressed with the vampire, Sam gets up on his knees and slides in behind Dean. It’s so easy to nudge him forward, ass in the air and cheek pressed against Benny’s heart. Sam wonders briefly if Dean can hear a heartbeat but the thought is gone from his mind as fast as it came at the sight of Dean’s ass popped up for him, ruined hole on display.

“Hell yeah,” Sam growls, pressing his thumb inside. Dean opens easily for the intrusion, absolutely no resistance. “Fucking love sloppy seconds.”

“Kinky bastard,” Dean groans but he’s grinning and that grin only widens when Benny chuckles.

Sam rolls his eyes but he’s smiling, too, as he fumbles with the bottle of lube and kicks off his boxers. “You’re one to talk, big brother. Maybe we’ll tie you up next time. See how good the recovery time for vampires is.”

Dean moans, the sound deepening when Sam guides his cock inside. Sam makes a noise of agreement. He sinks in with one steady motion, all the way to the base before Dean’s even caught his breath. Dean feels absolutely perfect, just like Sam knew he would. Hot and wet and relaxed around Sam’s cock but still fluttering with little aftershocks from his orgasm, especially when Sam rubs against his prostate.

“What do you think, Benny?” Sam asks, casual as could be. Like he isn’t balls deep in his older brother. “What’s a vampire’s recovery time?”

“Dunno,” Benny admits. “But we could definitely find out.”

Sam palms Dean’s ass, spreading him to the younger Winchester’s hungry gaze. “Yeah,” he murmurs, unsure where the idea came from but he can’t deny that it’s appealing and the way Dean clenches around him at the thought tells him all he needs to know about what Dean thinks. “Yeah, I think we should. Dean’s been such a good cock slut for us tonight. It’s only fair we do something for him, right?”

“Sam Winchester,” Benny says slowly, grinning. “I like the way you think.”

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[zmediaoutlet]

happy wincest wednesday z! I’m turning your question around on you: give me a heartcanon and a junkcanon and a spleencanon for the post season seven and pre season eight era

o eve, o buddest of buds, happy wincest whatever! I am feeling a little spleened so now's a good time, lol, let's go:

heartcanon: Sam repaired what he could of the Impala and got the windshield replaced and, when it was fixed and pretty and his again (he thought), he'd take it for long drives around Kermit and the Texas flat all around and he'd listen to a tape from the box, all the way through, side one and side two, and he'd maybe sing along or maybe drum along or maybe just feel the road, listening, and it made him feel -- maybe not "better" exactly but it made him feel less lonely.

junkcanon: Dean got Benny to fuck him about a month after they started really working together. Benny wasn't actually angling for it but Dean kind of goaded him into it and, hell, it'd been a long couple of decades of afterlife, and it's not like Dean was hard on the eyes and why not. The first time, Dean folded his arms against the treetrunk and closed his eyes very tight and imagined it was Sam. [Benny figured he was replacing someone else and didn't mind. In later encounters, Dean relaxed and didn't pretend as much, and that was -- still painful, but probably better.]

spleencanon: Sam 'loved' Amelia, sure, but he loved the idea of finding a kind of stable place more, and she and the house and the dog all just filled the hours that he'd have to live in, however long he'd have to live the life where Dean was gone. He was bummed when they broke up but he wasn't all that bummed about her specifically; his upset in s8 was a lot more about Dean freaking out and being a dick, and the guilt that he'd 'failed' Dean. Don't exactly see him pining for her later on, do we. (The horrible noodles may have scarred him.)

[iprobablyshipit91]

I have been so, so excited to see what you’d do with this request and you have not disappointed!

First of all thank you for fixing the start of S8. That never sat well with me and has always bugged me 😂

God the opening scene, getting that phone call… the emotions that must be running through both of them. Obviously we only see the readers side but the pause before dean answers, I can just see his eyes closing in relief after hearing her voice, just how she reacts a moment later. And when the glass shatters he immediately jumps into protective mode, you really can’t get more dean Winchester than that! “And how soon can you get here? his tone implies.” I loved this line because dean would never ask that, he’s too focused on taking care of everyone else but after the year he had it’s not surprising he’s desperate for the familiarity and it’s so wonderful that he’s got someone in the reader who can pick up on that. He totally deserves that 🥹

Yes, Sam actually giving a damn and looking for his brother. And dean having people search for him. This is what I needed. I can’t even imagine what the reader has gone through. The not knowing must be worse than him dying in the sense that there’s no closure for her for all these months. And how have you managed to write Sam more in character than the writers? Yes he would totally be looking out for deans girl and ignoring all his feelings on the matter. (I realise Dean didn’t have a girl in the series but Sam was still just OOC)

And dear lord that reunion. My heart is so full reading it. Just the way they’re drinking each other in and holding on for dear life. I don’t think I’d be able to let him go ever again in that situation. And Sam just being perfectly Sam again. I honestly just don’t have words. This was perfect.

In the car, my heart breaks for dean. Still feeling jumpy and like his missing his weapon. It’s unimaginable how awful that year must have been for him. And still the boy is more concerned for the reader and Sam. Again, so perfectly dean Winchester. ““You’ve been taking care of her, right?” he asks.”

And that ending. Considering everything he’s gone through there’s no wonder he looses himself for a moment. It’s so good to see the reader pull him back though and reassure and be there for him before he starts feeling too guilty.

This whole thing was just perfect and what I needed to read. Thank you for so much for doing my request!

Hello my lovely friend! I would love to see an imagine/head canon of Dean and the reader seeing each other for the first time after he either comes back from hell or purgatory if you’d be up for it 💕 up to you whether it’s an established relationship or mutual pining 😉 thank you! 😘

Hello, my dear!!

Thank you so much for this imagine! I needed a bit of Dean. 😘

Now I went with Purgatory for this one (S8, E01 – “We Need to Talk About Kevin”).

I diverged from canon of Sam not looking for Dean to make sure if he was dead. Not just because I think that choice by the SPN writers wasn’t true to Sam’s character (Even Jared has said this lol), but because I think if Dean had a girlfriend at this point in time, Sam wouldn’t just abandon her to deal with Dean’s loss alone. 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Song Inspo: Yes, I had one for this! Weirdly enough, it was the entire “Moneyball” soundtrack. The whole smooth but intense pace of it really drove me on this.

Word Count: 2,200 Warnings: 18+ only for some smuttiness.

Imagine: Reuniting with Dean, not knowing if things will be the same.

You’re doing the dishes when your phone rings.

You check the caller ID, frowning when the number is unfamiliar. But you answer with a thread of wariness while you’re holding a glass.

“Hello?” you answer. For a moment, there’s silence on the line. Your brows knit together in suspicion.

For months, you’ve been living with Sam and Kevin in this dusty cabin in the woods. Literally, in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. It was the only way you and Sam could try to protect the prophet from Crowley.

So the fact that you're getting a call at all is surprising in and of itself.

Your frown deepens. “Whoever this is, you have three seconds before I hang the hell up.”

“Hey…it’s me.”

Your suspicion fades, but shock overtakes you. Your breath stills in your lungs when you hear Dean’s voice. However, your brain can’t compute.

It’s been a year.

“Sweetheart, are you there?” he says.

You finally choke on a gasp, and the glass slides out of your hand and shatters in the sink.

“Hey, you okay?” his gruff concern is so very Dean that it continues to choke you into tears.

“Dean,” you utter. Your mouth trembles as your eyes close, and your tears find their own way down your cheeks. “I…I’ve been…you’re okay?”

“Well, I’m here,” he answers, with some dry humor, but he sounds off. You don’t know what to make of that, but now you’re worried.

You look down at your shaking hand, and you realize that there’s a small piece of glass that ricocheted into your palm. You ignore it, because all you can focus on is your boyfriend’s voice in your ear.

“Where…are you?” you ask. Every trembling, heave of breath brings you closer to a sob.

“Louisiana. Clayton, Louisiana,” he replies. His voice is even, but there’s emotion there too. You hear it, only because you know him so well. “Where are you?”

And how soon can you get here? his tone implies.

After Dean disappeared in the aftershock of Dick Roman’s death, you, Sam, and Kevin had been scouring every lore book on God’s green Earth. Nothing has gotten you closer to finding Dean in the last year.

You hadn’t allowed yourself to fully give up, but in recent weeks, you would never admit that your heart has been starting to falter. So has your body.

Sam watches you closely on the way out of the house, heading to the Impala. You’re grateful for the way he’s been looking out for you, but you also resent it. You don’t need help. You’re fine…mostly.  

As strange as it’s been living in this house, it’s become your safety blanket. Your cold shell where you can block off the rest of the world, as if time hasn’t been ticking by all these months outside of it.

But now you’re practically shaking. Call it nerves, lack of sleep, too much caffeine, too much crap food, stress, and grief. You ignore it, taking a firm grip of the passenger door handle and yanking it open. Sam drives.

The hours are excruciating. Your leg bounces restlessly, and Sam notices, but doesn’t comment. He does try to soothe you with your favorite music in the car. He tries to pick up conversation, but you’re not having it.

You’re even being pretty selfish right now. Sam had been without his brother for a year, just as you had been without. And here he is, trying to comfort you.

You can’t help it though.

You’re not okay. You don’t think you’ll ever be okay again until you see him.

Sam eventually pulls into the dingy motel in the middle of rural Louisiana. (And yet, somehow on the corner of a Hustler, one of Dean’s favorite sex shops. Your lips curve slightly.)

Sam’s calling Dean on his cell, but you’re too impatient to wait for the man to come out.

You jerk the car door open, and in your haste, you don’t realize that you’ve slammed the door shut.

“Hey, easy on my Baby.”

You turn with a gasp lodged in your throat, but not even that can escape when Dean comes into view. Complete with red plaid and old jeans and rough stubble that approaches a beard, and a duffel bag.

Dean’s smirk fades into a softer grin when he takes in the familiar curve of your face, the gentle frame of your body, the sight of your tears, welling up in your eyes.

You take in a shuddering breath, and you go to him. Dean drops his bag so that he can properly welcome you where you’re supposed to be.    

His arms wrap around your waist, a hand coming up to cup the back of your head. He smells like motel soap and second-hand clothes, but all you care about is that he feels solid and alive and your heart’s just shy of shattering, or knitting back together. It beats a fast flutter in your chest.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he rumbles in your ear. You nod, even though you can’t help the way you’re shaking, crying, clinging to him.

“I’m sorry,” you say. You hate that those are your first words to him, but you can’t help it. That’s what you feel, down to your bones. “We tried so damn hard to find you…”

Dean pauses a bit on that, but he just shakes his head. He meets Sam’s gaze behind you and offers his brother a smile. Sam smiles back; he’s full to the brim at the sight of Dean, but for you, he’s patient. He can wait his turn.

“I know,” Dean tells you, holds you a bit tighter. “I'm all right. It’s not your fault, you understand?”

You draw another shaky breath and lean back far enough to see his face. You raise a hand to touch his cheek. When he stares down into your eyes, you know you’re going to be okay.

And so will he. You’re going to make sure of it.

In lieu of words, Dean leans down and captures whatever you might’ve said then with his lips. The kiss is heat and longing, both sweet and rough. It’s everything you need.

It’s a long drive all the way back to your cabin in the woods. Dean checks on you often while you’re passed out asleep in the backseat. He’s back in the driver’s seat of his car, hands wrapped around the familiar leather steering wheel, but he still doesn’t feel totally…right.

Despite being wrapped around the leather, his right hand feels empty. Like it needs the weight of a weapon. He’s still tense and on edge, even now, and Sam notices.

“What was it like?” he asks, quietly so he doesn’t wake you. He’s glad you’re finally sleeping.

“Purgatory?” Dean scoffs. “Like being deep in God’s freakin’ armpit.”

Sam’s brows knit together, but he waits, seeing if Dean will continue. And he does, after giving Sam a brief glance.

“It was monsters, Sam.” A never-ending twilight. Never a moment to rest. A wide-eyed existence of gnashing teeth and blood and black ooze.

When Sam inevitably asks how he got out of Purgatory, Dean is vague, evasive. Castiel didn’t make it, he admits, also in halting detail. But Dean is more willing to focus on how tired you and Sam both look. How pale your skin is. How it seems like this is the first hour of sleep you’ve gotten all week.

“How’s she been?” Dean asks, once again checking on you through the rearview mirror. Sam inhales deeply, making Dean frown.

“She’s been holding on,” Sam replies. “Strong, for Kevin especially. Poor kid’s too scared to go outside half the time.”

Dean turns to him with a frown.

“You’ve been taking care of her, right?” he asks.

Sam huffs, with a wry smile. “When she let me.”

Dean quirks a bit of a smile. That sounded like you. Stubborn at your best, damn near impossible at your worst. But the latter is what he’s worried about.

He later carries you inside the cabin, acknowledging your sleepy mumbles that you can walk, but not actually heeding your words. Sam tells him which one is your room, and Dean carries you there. By then you’re awake, but resigned to the fact that he isn’t going to let you down.

Your hand smooths up his arm, up the back of his neck and into his hair. It makes a pleasant tingle run up his spine.

“Your hair’s gotten long,” you muse, sorting your fingers through the strands. His hair’s darker too, not quite so dirty blonde, now leaning closer to light brown.

Dean smiles a bit. “If that’s all that’s changed, then I’d say I’m in good shape.”

He lays you down on the bed, and you bring him down with you by grabbing onto the front of his gray undershirt. He sinks down onto the edge of the bed and drifts a hand from your arm, to your face. He refreshes his memory of every angle, the soft feel of your skin. He knows his hands are rougher, but you feel the same.

You draw him into you and it begins.

Kissing him feels like taking a much needed breath. The way he grips your arms when you lick sensuously into his mouth—a sudden squeeze, an iron hold—it ignites your blood and the fire in your lower belly.

Your fingers rake into his hair. His solid grip moves to your hips, and you lie back when he guides you onto the mattress.

The sound of your breaths mingling together become shallow as you shove the plaid off his shoulders and ruck up the shirt. He does the same for your shirt and jeans, followed by his own. All that’s left it his skin against yours and rough hands squeezing fingerprint bruises into your hips and thighs.

You don’t mind at first; the strength of his hold and how much he wants you spurs you on. You’re slick and pulsing with need when Dean eventually slides home inside you. He has a hand tight in your hair, gripping tighter as he begins to move hard and fast.

“Dean,” you pant. You moan on his name, but you’re also trying to get his attention. You wince as his hand tightens, both in your hair, trapped against the pillow, and on your hip. You hold onto his wrist.

“Ease up, baby,” you whisper. You don’t want Sam or Kevin to hear you, even though you’re sure they could guess what you and Dean are up to.

But Dean doesn’t seem to hear you at first. You look up into his eyes, and you’re not sure if he’s entirely seeing you. It’s not like him, and it triggers warning signals in your mind. You have to wrap your legs tightly around his hips, squeezing his wrist even harder to stop him for a moment.

“Dean,” you insist. And he finally sees you.

When you soothe a thumb against his wrist, his eyes widen. He releases his hand from your hair, bracing against the bed instead.

He frees the other hand from your hip, and he sees the shape of his fingers already forming in your skin. He knows his hold was tight enough to bruise down to the bone.

It’s happened before, but not like this. Dean’s never lost control like that. Not with you, even in times like these.

“Fuck,” he mutters as he catches his breath, frowning deeply. His green eyes meet yours, raw and guilty. “I uh…I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

You tilt your head at him with a thoughtful frown. You reach up to frame his face with both hands, and you wordlessly tug him down to you. Dean is somewhat reluctant, but he follows your guiding hands and meets your waiting kiss, tender and slow.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats against your lips. His voice is low and coarse, filled with the true depths of his emotions. Everything he's been trying to hide from you.

Your eyes sting with the threat of tears.

“It’s okay,” you reply, through sweeter kisses. “I love you. We're gonna be okay.”

He hesitates. Then, he nods, accepting your words and your warmth.

His hand slowly brushes against your thigh, soothing along your bruising skin. You still have your legs wrapped around his hips, but you lessen your own hold, now that he seems to have come back to himself.

You both realize then that it might not be okay for a while. But that too is all right. Because you’re nothing if not stubborn, and Dean is worth the challenge.  

He closes his eyes to breathe and center himself. They blink open at the feeling of your hand, insistent on his shoulder. Your face is both tenderness and determination.

You push against him and twist until he's the one on his back, on the bed, holding your hips, the two of you still joined. He looks up at you still with a measure of reluctance.

"I've got you this time," you tell him, stroking his cheek. His almost-beard prickles against your palm.

After a moment, you can see in his eyes that he believes you.

And you begin again.

AN: Gaaaah, this man. I'm weak every time I write about him. 🥲

I have another Dean imagine coming soon. Some special anon asked for the reverse of "Sam being in love with Dean's girlfriend."

So stay tuned for "Dean gives you an impossible choice." 😉

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12x03 - The Foundry

[castielcommunism]

I’m not sure how to phrase this properly, and I don’t want what I’m about to say to sound completely insane or like I’m making excuses for how violent spn is, but one of the things I struggle with is the level to which the violence in spn should be taken literally - more specifically, the interpersonal violence between the main cast, especially dean v cas and sam v dean, which are the two most common. As in, do we take an instance of them physically attacking one another as literally textual? Did they literally try to kill each other?

And on the surface that sounds like an absurd claim, like those things do quite literally happen on the show and are given a great deal of narrative and visual significance. The plot will grind to a halt to show us this happening (Dean beating up Sam in season 6), or conversely, the plot intentionally leads up to instances of this sort of violence happening (ie the Mark of Cain arc fight between Cas and Dean, or the crypt scene in S8). But I’ve been thinking a lot about this video essay by Jacob Geller, where he talks about the limitations of human language to accurately capture the emotion of specific events or memories. He makes the point that people often exaggerate the things that happen to them when describing the events to other people, usually to give these stories added comedic or dramatic tension. And he argues that storytelling in general is a way of describing the “vibe” of a moment in time, or a common human experience, or even a historical event, but at the expense of literal technical accuracy.

And I think this is true generally, obviously. Fictional stories are far more dramatic and bombastic than real people’s lives. The events that happen in them would very often irrevocably traumatise a person (or straight up kill them), but these characters carry on anyway. Most of the things that happen in books, in shows and movies, and in video games are things people don’t want to happen to them in real life, be they a gunfight or catastrophic familial drama or the loss of a loved one. A lot of the times the things that happen in stories are also impossible in real life, and so exaggeration turns into complete fabrication. But because you are trying to tell a story, emotional consistency, entertainment, and thematic weight are more important that a 100% accurate representation of the thing you’re describing.

So back to spn. The violence in the show is often comically dramatic. You cannot get thrown around and have the shit beaten out of you that frequently and expect to be okay. You cannot go through that amount of trauma and come out the other side a functional human being. You cannot do that many horrible things to your friends and family and expect them to still associate with you. So I think that, beyond adding to the entertainment value of the show (it’s fun to watch people beat the shit out of each other), visually dramatic physical violence is an easy way of communicating tension and conflict to the audience.

And like, that’s a cheap cop-out if that’s the case. There are tons of examples of shows/movies/books/etc creating tension and communicating conflict between characters without resorting to that level of literal “conflict”, but for a cable television show that is meant to be consumed without thinking about it too much, and for one that’s been running as long as spn has, you have to keep reinventing micro-dramas to hook the audience, and the easiest way to show These Guys Have Beef is to make them lash out at each other, even if it’s eye-roll worthy levels of stupid drama, and even if this happening in real life would end in all parties involved never speaking to each other again.

I don’t intend for this post to conclude with “all violence on spn is metaphorical”, because that’s not what I’m arguing. But I think there is a hyper-realistic element to its violence that is not wholly literal. I don’t even think it’s possible to parse, like, okay 40% of it is literally canonical and 60% is metaphorically or symbolically canonical. There’s just a weird grey area it exists in, which makes it hard to situate that violence when trying to unpack and understand these characters. The show itself seems confused about which violence is a literal canonical event and which violence is meant to be dramatic or metaphorical for some larger conflict.

It’s also why I sometimes feel uneasy when people cite the violence on spn as a literal instance of horrible behaviour some character commits, not because I want to deny the reality of the show itself, but because you could not possibly judge these characters as real human beings because they are dramatic caricatures of an ACTUAL human being. They are situated in a narrative that is just as dramatic, ridiculous, and divorced from reality. But by the same token it’s difficult to say that like, oh I dislike the metaphorical “vibes” of this episode or this interaction between cas and dean without grounding it in a literal event that takes place. So I sometimes will agree with a person’s overall argument about a particular event in spn but disagree with the interpretation, taking some events as more literal than metaphorical and vice versa.

Not sure if any of this makes sense lol, but - in short, I think there’s somewhat of a contradiction vis a vis the violence in supernatural, which is meant to be taken simultaneously as both literal and metaphorical. As I said, I think show seems confused about which instance of violence is which, and it often conflates the two, and generally treats them as interchangeable, so it sometimes feels impossible to come to an agreement with people about how to interpret it, even if you’re both operating from the same general understanding and knowledge of the text.

[winchesterwhorehouse]

so I’m new to the spn fandom (only just binged the whole thing on Netflix) and I have a question. Why is tumblr so anti-Jared Padelecki?? From the stuff I’ve seen/read outside of this site, he seems like a normal decent person (for a celebrity anyway lol) and just as “woke” as Jensen Ackles at least (if not more so?), so what’s the deal? And if they hate him so much WHY are they so obsessed with his wife too and watching her every move? IM LEGIT CONFUSED

First off all, welcome welcome! 🖤

Now. I'll try to make this as interesting as possible :)

So. The show was goin great, it was perfect it was beautiful. But. 2009 alright. They introduce Castiel the angel. Now not exactly then, but that's where things started going downhill

By 2011, the love for the angel increased, which granted, he was badass back then I liked him too. Destiel became a thing, which was still tolerable and maybe seemed cute to some of us who're antis today. Buuuut there came a transition sometime between s6 and s8. Shippers became.... well I don't have the word for what they became. They started behaving

There was a whole lot of hating the character Sam Winchester, criticising the Winchester codependency, wanting Dean to embrace his "bisexual" side and oh well gee I don't know, they wanted him to go all baby honey on Cas. White male on white male action (sucks. I know)

In due course of time, the ship which was supposed to be light hearted and fun, because poisonous. Fans started hating Sam more and more and EVENTUALLY the hate turned to Jared

It was all "get him out of the way, he's coming in between the gay love" because lol it ain't like Dean will look Cas in the eyes before stabbing him if it means saving Sammy

Destiel went onto become THEE most toxic shit you'll ever see. There were Cockles, Hellers, accounts dedicated to Jared hate. Calling him "the unwanted third wheel". It was a nightmare

So anon. All this hate for Jared was nothing but all for a very childish, immature reason-- a simple ship. It's become such a hated thing for me, I see the word "Destiel" or I see some heller trying to prove why their ship should be canon, my mind goes

Which, ik, very rude of me sorry. Will try to be more understanding.

Also, Jared is a very open and understanding guy. He tries to make his friends feel comfortable and that's why he sometimes swoops in and answers questions relating to destiel. He talks about how love can be all sorts of love. Not just sex or romance

Shippers don't understand that. They think Jared's trying to call off a queer relationship when in fact, he's just supporting facts!

Now I'll advice you to please keep away from the filthy Jared hate and come join us in a more postive world ! :D

*me you hug*

[trialssam]

Your opinion is valid, but ppl who don't like Sam EVER see his side of things. Like, did you guys forget all about him having hallucinations from Hell in s7 to the point of breakdown? In the end, he was all alone, and that brought his issue with "not looking for Dean," which is OK, wasn't so well executed. But seeing Dean's side is much easier, right? Sam didn't even KNOW where to look. If Sam is vengeful to bring Dean back: "oh, he's gone, dark side", if he doesn't act like that but act like a person who's GRIEVING like in the beginning of s8 you guys are like:"WhY DidNt yOu lOok foR DeAn?🤪" He's never winning in your eyes.

And to answer your original question: No, Sam became even more sympathetic, even with his abusive brother. Years/decades of trauma made him more of a silent hero, he's more mature and wise. But I can't say the same to Dean and Cas, who didn't change one bit, but that happen with characters who are not as important as the main character, so 🤷🏻‍♀️

Supernatural fans: Since early in the show I have had a really hard time liking Sam as a character. I absolutely love Dean & Castiel but struggle to sit through any Sam-centred scenes; his decision making and overall attitude annoys me to no end.

I’m currently at s8, and the whole ‘not looking for his missing brother for a year’ thing was unbelievably off-putting.

Tell me, does he get less… like that?

[destieltaggedfic]

Angel Mating - Part 3

Do I Have To Say The Words - Tess_Lucetram   Ao3

Set S6 AU.  After an alternate civil war NOT involving Crowley, Dean and Cas slip into a relationship.  Sam lets slip that he worked out the handprint was actually an angelic mating claim and that the 2 are married in the eyes of heaven.  Just for a bit extra, while consummating their bond Dean gets some shiny new wings.

Word Count: 23k                              Non-Graphic Sex

Our Sweet Rapture – Chiyume   Ao3

Set S6ish.  During a hunt gone wrong, Sam is a baby and Cas has powered down almost to human level. Dean and Cas are feeling urges towards each other as their bond tries to heal Cas’ grace, much to Dean’s discomfort when he realises what is going on with his suddenly inappropriate thoughts towards his best friend.

Word Count: 189k                            Graphic Sexual Acts

Sticking with You - nutmeag83   Ao3

Set S8 AU.  A mistranslated spell to temporarily power up Dean using Cas’ grace accidentally leaves the two permanently bonded in what is essentially an angel marriage and while the bond is settling they need to be in contact multiple times an hour.  Dean uses this as an excuse to turn their new bunker into a proper home.

Word Count: 38k                              Non-Graphic Sex

I Got You - tricia_16   Ao3

Set S9ish.  Everything is quiet, so Sam insists that they take a holiday to Florida, hoping that the down time will encourage something to happen between Dean and Cas.  But he is surprised at just how fast things change.

Word Count: 88k                              Graphic Sexual Acts

Feathers and Fledglings - fanfic814   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe. The handprint is back, not only that, but Dean finds out that it is a mating claim that Cas laid on him, but he didn’t think Dean was interested.  Turns out Dean is very interested.  Consummating the bond produces a couple of feathery side effects for Dean.

Word Count: 24k                              Graphic Sexual Acts

[thecloserkin]

fic rec: Kevin Tran For President by glovered

fandom: Supernatural

pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester

word count: 11k

Is it explicit: no

Bottom line: what if the S8 opener was a coffeeshop au

I don’t think we as a fandom (spn generally, and samdean specifically) are really built for coffeeshop AUs but goddamn does glovered deliver. It’s mostly down to the ensemble cast—Castiel and Meg don’t have a ton of scenes but what lines they have are high-impact, and then there’s Kevin. Kevin has 1) the worst case of imposter syndrome an Asian-American overachiever has ever come down with and 2) a mega-crush on Sam. Dean is fresh out of Purgatory and here to help. It’s not toothrotting fluff but it’s not not toothrotting fluff iykwim.

This fic was like a pump of caramel syrup injected directly into my veins. I wouldn’t want, like, five pumps of it in a single latte, but the S8 rift between Dean and Sam really hurt me and this story was a balm. On a basic canon-divergent plot level Sam didn’t quit hunting and therefore Dean, when he returns, doesn’t take Sam’s rejection of the lifestyle as a rejection of Dean. On a meta level it eases my heart to see that the Winchesters are not radioactive to absolutely everyone they care about: Kevin’s most pressing concern right now? Passing macroeconomics. Castiel is not, thank fuck, auditioning to be the next Winter Soldier. Meg and her smart mouth are the light of my life.

Sam is a barista because Kevin is attending Princeton, and Kevin is Sam’s responsibility. Sam isn’t carrying around all this baggage of “I hung Kevin out to dry—yet another way I let Dean down, ugh,” and that allows Dean to come at being in love with Sam circuitously rather than devouringly (the way he does in canon). Dean comes at being in love with Sam through Kevin’s attraction to Sam:

”Does he seem..." Dean looks back to his paper. "No, you know what? Never mind." He's reading about some football game he didn't used to care about, when Kevin speaks up. ”No." ”Huh?" ”No, he doesn't seem." ”Really?" ”Really." Kevin screws up his mouth, watching Sam, too. "Of course not. He was worried sick."

In fact we learn that Sam went slightly berserker. I think “I went at the remaining Leviathans with the machete you gave me for my twenty-third birthday” is just as believable a reaction to losing Dean as “I quit hunting cold-turkey and clung to my grief like a liferaft.” I mean, just because it’s fluff doesn’t mean it’s weak on characterization:

”You didn't even tell anyone you had a brother," Dean says. The thought comes out of nowhere. Sam stills and then finally lies down again, but he rolls into Dean's side a second later so his face is close, breathing Dean's breath. "I couldn't even talk for three months. Let alone talk about you."

Dean is just so nakedly relieved to have his brother back:

Sam follows close behind him down the stairs and falls into step once they're on the street. They don't talk because talking before five in the morning has never been their thing, but Dean does look over once, three times, when they're not under streetlights, and Sam catches him at it. There's a lot of eye rolling, and it makes everything in Dean hurt that hurt of hope, of being alive and back and wondering where they're going to go now. He knows if Sam doesn't want to go he's going to have to stay here, learn to deal. They'll be together either way, no matter what.

Looking at S8 through the soft-focus filter of a coffeeshop au makes me wonder how much of Dean’s disappointment in Sam is disapproval he’s left the life, and how much is anxiety that he left (will leave) Dean. Dean’s never been able to separate his self-self and his hunter-self. He also—hilariously and very much in-character—has this pathological drive to ensure Sam’s physical safety that is in no way equalled by insight into the inside of Sam’s noggin. What I mean is: Dean thinks Sam wants to settle down in suburban New Jersey, when actually Sam gave his two weeks’ notice the minute Dean reappeared. Dean thinks Sam doesn’t know how Dean feels about him, when actually Sam probably knew before Dean did. Dean is an idiot.

This is Dean being blindingly jealous of some girl Sam casually dated at some point:

Kevin glares at the girl as she passes with a free drink. "She seems great and all. I just...don't like her."

Dean remembers that Kevin's the victim here. He feels a sudden, uncanny sort of compassion for him. Imagine being in love with a dude, only to watch him fall for some caffeine junky.

”You and me both," he says, and watches Sam go about his business like nothing out of the ordinary just happened. "Kevin, I got your back."

We all know Dean Winchester is the king of repression and denial but glovered’s light touch here is just. Everything.

They go on a vision-quest in the desert:

"Chill," Sam tells him, stopping to examine another plaque-style map on a wall.

”Don't tell me to chill, I spend months navigating the stump swamps of Purgatory to come back here and get lost in a—" Sam turns and puts a hand over his mouth.

”What's a stump swamp?" Meg asks.

”It's a swamp with many stumps," Cas tells her.

”I’m not dismissing your PTSD," Sam tells Dean in low tones, and doesn't let his hand up when Dean tries to deny it. "But I'm letting you know that you're overreacting."

”Mmph."

”Okay?" Sam asks.

Dean licks Sam's palm, but Sam remains unmoved.

”Cute," Meg says. "Are you going to give him a kiss or—?"

Lmfaoo

Did I mention that Kevin’s ex-girlfriend is alive and well and not attending her safety school??

”She broke up with me," Kevin says. "After the whole, you know. Kidnapping and mental break and stuff. She went to Stanford, anyway. But yeah, it bugged her sometimes."

”But you were into her?"

Kevin shrugs.

Dean's aware he's being a dick. He's just trying to figure out if the kid knows he's gay for Sam. "Probably wasn't First Lady material, anyway."

And like. Kevin’s ex not being dead or possessed, Kevin’s mom likewise being alive and not-possessed—it opens the door for Kevin to want things for himself beyond bare survival. The throughline of this fic is Kevin’s dream deferred to be president of the United States. Kevin thinks he got into Princeton because Dick Roman pulled some strings for him. Team Free Will has to hack into his admissions records to prove that this is not the case. I’m…not crazy about the meritocracy-is-not-fundamentally-broken assumptions embedded in this maneuver, but as a storytelling choice it’s A+

”I know how you feel about him," Kevin says, and actually has the balls to look sympathetic, like it's anything Dean regrets.

Dean glances at Meg and Cas, but they're having some random conversation, so he looks back to Kevin. Kevin leans back under the force of Dean's frown, but still says, "I mean, I guess with the way you two grew up, it makes sense. And I get it, believe me, I do."

”You know what," Dean sneers. "It's cute you have a crush on my brother. But you're already a prophet. If you want to be president, you can't be a prophet and gay. You have to choose one."

”It's probably true," Meg says.

”Only historically," Cas tells him.

Sam, who seems to selectively notice when Dean calls people out, shouts over, "Don't listen to him, Kevin. You can be whatever you want."

Kevin freezes. "What?"

”You can do it," Sam says, and then goes back to frothing milk to pour into a paper cup.

”I know," Kevin says quietly, getting all mouth-breathey.

”No, but, you're already a prophet," Dean tells him, just in case Kevin missed his point. "You can't have Sam, he's mine."

YOU CAN’T HAVE SAM HE’S MINE that’s it that’s the ticket