#And I have started watching a little spn

[herbofgraceandpeace]

I am not immune to “Dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days”

[sasanka-27]

When your bf complains about your plushie but then you always wake up to this.

Part 1 for context

[mlobsters]

thought you know, i should maybe try to start up the spn rewatch because it's been a hot minute. but i have 1x18 (the shtriga) up next and you know this would lead to a rant about john winchester and i don't know i have the mental or emotional energy for that -_-

[aspiringcorvidae]

Supernatural isn’t even queerbait it’s straight up queerlying they are just lying that Dean is straight

[piratebay]

well that was it.

the end of one of the most cursed american soap operas.

i'm glad i didn't watch it end live. that would have let it have some sort of justice. giving it time to breathe allowed me to finish late what i had started late.

it somehow took me almost as long to watch it all as it did to actually air.

it has now been fortified for me that they actually did that. the writers actually took the show out back and shot it, just as easily as these characters "killed off monsters".

it took fifteen years to end in pretty much the exact same place as it started.

glib.

[monstermoviedean]

sorry for bitching about dabb era again do you still think i'm hot

[thebiggestmenace]

pretty sure I started right after s12 ended, which is why s13 is so new to me - because we watched it live and I am forgetful and forgot pretty much everything that happened. which would make me like 14? but probably actually 13 because it took us a while to get through the 12 seasons, since we watched it as a family, yk?

listen I started spn in 2015 when I was 13, which was nine years ago. Me at age 21 turning 22 being considered an ELDER IN THE FANDOM by spntwt is insane especially because i started watching the show live at season eleven, 10 whole years after the show started

[17yearslatewithlattes]

Ah man, when the airplane man in Phantom Traveller quips that having Sam there instead of John is an “even trade”, Sam’s “No, not by a long shot” sounds genuinely sincere (albeit not happy about it). And practically it makes sense—of the family he's the youngest, least experienced, was older when he started hunting than Dean was, and he’s been out of the game for a while. But if there have been signs of him being insecure in the earlier episodes I missed them, and with all anger and derision of their Dad, I hadn’t really considered the extent to which he might nevertheless feel overshaddowed by him, and might still buy into John’s myth of himself as a great hunter. 

It also makes me wonder how much of his ‘can’t we just leave???’ attitude in earlier episodes isn’t just driven by obsession, but also by him being scared and overwhelmed. Especially in light of what he says at the beginning of the episode about how much it’s all getting to him, perhaps he wants to find their Dad as soon as possible not just to get revenge (and sooth his worry for their Dad), but also to get all of this over with and spent as little time as possible in the terror and violence of this world. And he should be able to!! Even if hunting was as ethically simple as Dean presents it (kill bad things, save good people) no one should be forced into something like this!! Maybe Sammy would have hated normal life and come back to hunting in the long run, but that should have been his choice to make!!

[sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth]

High

(Dean Winchester x female reader)

Summary Rowena douses you and Dean with some magical weed. CWs The drugs made them do it. Or did they? Idiots in love. 18+. 2.3k words.

Dean Winchester masterlist ⏐ SPN masterlist

There’s something in your teeth and while you’re in the bathroom you use the moment to poke around. It’s something small and hard and just as you wonder what the hell it could be, your fingernail catches it and you pull your hand back to look at it.

It’s a tiny crumb of brilliant green, like a splinter from a crystal. You frown.

“Dean?” you say, voice raised so he can hear you from the bedroom.

“Yeah?” you hear back.

“Was there anything weird about those brownies Rowena left?” There’s silence, then Dean’s voice again.

“Weird how?” he replies.

You turn around, walk into the bedroom still looking at the tiny crystal on your fingertip.

“Because I could be totally wrong,” you say, walking to where Dean was cleaning his gun when you walked into the bathroom, “but I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this type of crystal before, and it’s not—”

You fall quiet when you look up and see that Dean has put his gun and cleaning kit to the side and is just wiping some crumbs off his face with the back of his hand. You stand there and stare at him, finger still raised, and then he slowly chews and then swallows.

“I’m pretty sure she roofied us,” you say, deadpan, as you watch Dean’s throat move. It’s fascinating.

“Oh,” he says, nodding slowly.

“Did you eat all of them?” you ask. Dean frowns at you.

“No,” he answers, sounding offended.

“It’s fine if you did,” you reply. “It would just be important to know.”

“Okay, Mom,” he says, rolling his eyes and you make a face at him.

“Dean, these are moss crystals,” you say, indicating your finger although there’s no way Dean can see the little crumb on your finger. “That shit will fly you to the moon. How much did you have?” Dean shrugs.

“Like, two,” he says, and you nod.

“Okay, that’s not so bad,” you say. “I’m guessing you have a bit of a…tolerance.” Dean chuckles.

“Sam’s the pothead of the family, not me,” he says, moving his gun back in front of him.

“I mean because of the drinking,” you clarify. Dean shrugs again and you drop your hand, sigh.

“Well, I guess there go your plans to go out and get laid tonight,” you say just as Dean starts taking apart his gun.

“’S fine,” he says, not looking at you. “I don’t need to go to a bar. We can watch TV and order pizza.” You nod.

“Great,” you sigh.

Tripping out with Dean. That should be fun.

You don’t know how you end up on the carpet. It’s like you blink and the next moment you are looking up at the ceiling, body stretched out.

You’re completely calm, you feel great, actually, and only then you notice that Dean is lying next to you. You’re unsure if he was there before or if he just laid down.

“I think it’s kicking in,” you say, and your voice sounds like it’s coming out from deep in your belly.

“Yeah, I think so too,” Dean says, adjusting a little so he’s lying exactly next to you. You pull down the corners of your mouth.

“It’s not bad,” you say and hear Dean exhale.

“Yeah,” he says again. You take a deep breath, sigh.

“Hey, do you think we should go after her?” you ask, arm flopping up as you’re gesticulating, then dropping down again, this time touching Dean’s arm, the skin where his shirt is rolled up.

“Yeah,” he says again, for the third time, then you hear him turn his head towards you. “Who?”

“Rowena,” you clarify and a second later you and Dean both realize at the same time that you’re rubbing the skin of your arm against his. You both look down your bodies and you stop your arm, realizing that you probably shouldn’t do that.

“That felt nice,” you hear Dean say. You blink up at him, slowly. It did feel nice. With the reservations that would usually stop you gone, you run your fingertips over Dean’s arm, from the crook of his elbow down to the back of his hand. When you start pulling your hand back, Dean turns his and you card your fingers into his.

Dean brings his hand up, still holding yours, closer to both of your faces while you study it. He makes a little noise deep in his throat and it’s almost like you can see the sound waves of it traveling through the air.

“Your skin is amazing,” Dean says, voice echoey. For some reason, it makes you giggle. He looks at your face, soft smile on his.

“You’re high,” you say, but still you roll onto your side, towards Dean. He turns to you too, still touching your skin. He smells incredible, and you can’t believe you never noticed. Sandalwood and leather and motor oil. Maybe some caramel.

Dean runs his fingers from your arm over your shoulder, lets it rest there. Then the idea hits you. Uncoordinated, you slap your hand against his chest.

“I have the best idea,” you say and Dean just grins.

You saw the pool earlier and it’s so late that you’re pretty sure no one will catch you. Or that’s what you would think if you were thinking about stuff like that at all. You’re not. You walk up to the side, Dean close behind you.

“I don’t have any swim trunks,” he says, looking at the blue water below him, then turns to you, but you’re already tugging up your shirt.

“Woah,” he says and you grin at him as you wrestle it off.

“Come on, Winchester,” you say, “nothing I haven’t seen before on other, less Winchester-y people.”

It makes you chuckle and Dean laughs, then, with some issues in coordination, he starts tugging off his flannel. You’re already pushing down your jeans, feet bare from when you were in the motel room. Dean looks back at you, eyes running over you and when you return his gaze, he grins and looks away.

“Perv,” you mutter and he shakes his head as he opens his belt.

“Just worried about you getting your underwear wet,” he replies. Your hands shoot to behind your back, opening the clasp of your bra as you let it drop down your arms. Distantly you feel like that is not something you should be doing, but Dean’s eyes going wide as saucers and his mouth dropping open is enough to distract you.

“Not gonna get wet,” you say with a wink.

The warm night air feels amazing on your skin and you want to feel it everywhere, so while Dean is battling with his fly, you tug down your panties and before he can look your way again, you jump into the pool.

For a few seconds, you’re underwater, and it is the best feeling in the world. You feel like you’re floating, like gravity has left you. When you dive back up you run your hands over your face and hair.

“Oh my God,” you say, eyes still closed against the water. “This is incredible.” You blink your eyes open. Dean’s still standing a few feet from the edge of the pool. His black t-shirt is hanging off both arms but he managed to get his jeans, socks and boots off.

“What are you waiting for?” you ask, swimming towards the edge. Dean looks down himself as you cross your arms on the edge, frown at him.

“I think I got a boner,” he says and for a second it’s just something he said and then it’s the funniest thing in the world. You laugh so hard you’re glad you’re holding on to the edge of the pool cause you think you might drown otherwise. Dean’s laughing too, but he’s sputtering defensively as well.

“Just get in,” you say, leaning your head back. “Who cares about your stupid boner.”

Dean huffs and then takes the rest of his clothes off.

Oh, you think. You care about his stupid boner.

You only see him for a second though, because then he starts running and cannonballs into the pool. He comes up, hands rubbing his face roughly as he swims towards you. The drops that are clinging to his long lashes and the way his hair sticks off his head make your breath catch in your throat.

“That is incredible,” he says and you grin at him. Without knowing why or wondering if you should, you swim towards him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. Dean wraps his around your waist. He looks so breathtakingly good that it makes you feel dumb.

“Thanks,” Dean says, and you’re not sure if you said what you were thinking out loud. You run your fingers over the skin on his upper back. It’s perfection.

“You know what I think would feel amazing?” Dean says and you don’t know when his face got so close to yours. You nod, and just as you wonder if Rowena’s magical weed is kicking in again and if you could possibly be getting higher than before, you feel Dean’s erection glide through your palm. He moans into your mouth, and again, you’re not sure when he got this close but you really couldn’t care less.

Yes, you’re definitely higher than you were before but then your back hits the side of the pool, gently, and suddenly Dean pushes into you, the sensation of him making your eyelids flutter, and his lips run over your jaw, and you’ve never felt anything as perfect as that.

“Oh God,” you pant, trying to drag him closer to you with your arms but he’s already as close as he can be. “I think we should—”

You’re on your back, the fabric of the blanket under you rubbing against your naked skin feeling as good as you think a high-class massage must feel. The pillows have been shoved up on the bed, the blankets to the side and you’re opened wide, not a millimeter of your body hidden from Dean as he moves over you.

You’re breathing hard and it feels like your entire body is covered in static, and every time Dean touches you somewhere the static discharges there, only to build up again immediately. You grab for his face, pull him close, desperate as his hips keep driving against you in the smoothest motion you have ever felt or seen. You throw your head back, and it feels like your eyes are about to see the inside of your skull.

“That feels so good,” you moan and pull Dean in to kiss him, but then suddenly his face isn’t in front of you anymore but behind you, pressing against your neck as he pulls your leg higher, making you moan.

“You’re so soft,” he pants into your ear and then you go flying, both of you lifting up, the bed, then the town, then the country, then the world disappearing below you, but it doesn’t matter, because at the center of your universe, Dean’s cock is driving into you, setting you on fire.

His hand goes to your front, cups your breast, his nose rubbing into the sensitive spot below your ear.

“Don’t stop,” you moan and Dean doesn’t. His hand goes to your face, turns you towards him.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he pants, his slow, deep thrusts still unraveling you.

“I know,” you say, bringing your arm back to behind his head. “I did too. I just didn’t want to be – oh my fucking God, Dean, yes – I—I didn’t want to be just another, ah, another conquest.”

Distantly you think that you’re being very eloquent for someone whose brain is in the process of melting.

“Oh sweetheart,” Dean almost purrs, and his hand wanders to your clit, drawing warm, wonderful circles that spin outwards until you wonder if they could affect the planet’s gravity. “You’re so much more than that.”

You pull Dean in, kiss him, run your tongue over his. When you come, it’s like all the stars turn into supernovas at once.

You sit up, sure you’re gonna be sick for a moment. Your hand goes to your forehead, then rubs through your hair. If ever anyone has claimed to have a worse headache than you have now, they must have been lying.

The bottle of pain killers lands on the blanket near your knees and the sound of the pills shaking within their plastic confinement is so harrowing that you almost throw up. You reach for it with a groan, deposit two into your hand.

“You get your beauty sleep?” Dean asks from the bathroom door, toothbrush in hand. He looks about as destroyed as you feel, but he’s clearly showered and dressed and managed to fix his hair, so he’s got that on you.

“I’m gonna kill that asshole witch,” you say as you fish for the bottle of water on your nightstand. Dean nods.

“Yeah, I’ll join you,” he says. You take the pills and drain the rest of the water, then frown.

“Did we… did we go in the motel pool?” you ask, turning back to Dean. He looks off into the distance for a second.

“Maybe?” he says after a few seconds.

“I remember swimming,” you say, slowly, hoping that if you keep your voice down your skull won’t punish you. “And flying.”

“Pretty sure that was the drugs,” Dean says and you make a face at him.

“No shit, Sherlock,” you reply, then narrow your eyes at him.

Eyes. Dean’s green eyes. You remember seeing them up close, and something else.

“Oh my God,” you say as the memories come rushing back, and Dean at the same time says: “Holy shit!”

[tortureddarkstar]

✩ IN BLOOM

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

DEAN WINCHESTER X F!READER

18+ CONTENT. MINORS DNI.

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

inspired by: in bloom- nirvana

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

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

“hey, focus.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ow.”

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

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

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

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

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

well, not towards him. more so the colt.

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

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

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

“you gonna shoot that anytime soon?”

fuck, now you were wet.

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

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

yeah we’ll see about focusing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

now that drew a moan out of you.

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

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

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

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

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

smack. in. the. middle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

oh what a lesson this was.

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

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

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

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

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

ever eager to please, you let go.

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

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

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

[wander-wren]

now, i want to preface all this by saying i do *not* have the capacity to run anything right now, but if someone else did i would gladly hop on board. also, no one asked me to do this but i hyperfocused a lil bit and by the time i stopped doing that i was 2+ hours deep and had to finish, so

*deep breath* may i present......

supernatural, most unhinged and nonsensical version:

SEPTEMBER

10th- 5x1 (Sympathy for the Devil)

13th- 1x1 (Pilot)

17th- 5x2 (Good God, Y'all!)

18th- 4x1 (Lazarus Rising)

20th- 1x2 (Wendigo)

23rd- 7x1 (Meet the New Boss)

24th- 5x3 (Free to Be You and Me), 6x1 (Exile on Main St)

25th- 4x2 (Are You There, God? It's Me, Dean Winchester)

27th- 1x3 (Dead in the Water)

28th- 2x1 (In My Time of Dying)

30th- 7x2 (Hello, Cruel World)

OCTOBER

1st- 5x4 (The End), 6x2 (Two and a Half Men)

2nd- 4x3 (In the Beginning)

3rd- 8x1 (We Need to Talk About Kevin)

4th- 1x4 (Phantom Traveler), 3x1 (The Magnificent Seven)

5th- 2x2 (Everybody Loves a Clown)

7th- 7x3 (The Girl Next Door), 10x1 (Black), 11x1 (Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire)

8th- 5x5 (Fallen Idols), 6x3 (The Third Man), 9x1 (I Think I'm Gonna Like It Here), 15x14 (Last Holiday)

9th- 4x4 (Metamorphosis)

10th- 8x2 (What's Up, Tiger Mommy?), 15x1 (Back and to the Future)

11th- 1x5 (Bloody Mary), 3x2 (The Kids Are Alright), 14x1 (Stranger in a Strange Land)

12th- 2x3 (Bloodlust), 13x1 (Lost and Found)

13th- 12x1 (Keep Calm and Carry On)

14th- 7x4 (Defending Your Life), 10x2 (Reichenbach), 11x2 (Form and Void)

15th- 5x6 (I Believe the Children Are Our Future), 6x4 (Weekend at Bobby's), 9x2 (Devil May Care), 15x15 (Gimme Shelter)

16th- 4x5 (Monster Movie)

17th- 8x3 (Heartache), 15x2 (Raising Hell)

18th- 1x6 (Skin), 3x3 (Bad Day at Black Rock), 14x2 (Gods and Monsters)

19th- 2x4 (Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things), 13x2 (The Rising Son)

20th- 12x2 (Mamma Mia)

21st- 7x5 (Shut Up, Dr. Phil), 10x3 (Soul Survivor), 11x3 (The Bad Seed)

22nd- 6x5 (Live Free or Twihard), 9x3 (I'm No Angel), 15x16 (Drag Me Away [From You])

23rd- 4x6 (Yellow Fever)

24th- 8x4 (Bitten), 15x3 (The Rupture)

25th- 1x7 (Hook Man), 3x4 (Sin City), 14x3 (The Scar)

26th- 2x5 (Simon Said), 13x3 (Patience)

27th- 12x3 (The Foundry)

28th- 7x6 (Slash Fiction), 10x4 (Paper Moon), 11x4 (Baby)

29th- 5x7 (The Curious Case of Dean Winchester), 6x6 (You Can't Handle the Truth), 9x4 (Slumber Party), 15x17 (Unity)

30th- 4x7 (It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester)

31st- 8x5 (Blood Brother)

NOVEMBER

1st- 3x5 (Bedtime Stories), 14x4 (Mint Condition)

2nd- 2x6 (No Exit), 13x4 (The Big Empty)

3rd- 12x4 (American Nightmare)

4th- 7x4 (The Mentalists), 11x5 (Thin Lizzie)

5th- 5x8 (Changing Channels), 6x7 (Family Matters), 9x5 (Dog Dean Afternoon), 15x18 (Despair)

6th- 4x8 (Wishful Thinking)

7th- 8x6 (Southern Comfort), 15x4 (Atomic Monsters)

8th- 1x8 (Bugs), 3x6 (Red Sky at Morning), 6x8 (All Dogs Go to Heaven), 14x5 (Nightmare Logic)

9th- 2x7 (The Usual Suspects), 13x5 (Advanced Thanatology)

10th- 12x5 (The One You've Been Waiting For)

11th- 7x8 (Season 7, Time for a Wedding!), 10x5 (Fan Fiction), 11x6 (Our Little World)

12th- 5x9 (The Real Ghostbusters), 9x6 (Heaven Can't Wait), 15x19 (Inherit the Earth)

13th- 4x9 (I Know What You Did Last Summer)

14th- 8x7 (A Little Slice of Kevin), 15x5 (Proverbs 17:3)

15th- 1x9 (Home), 3x7 (Fresh Blood), 14x6 (Optimism)

16th- 2x8 (Crossroad Blues), 13x6 (Tombstone)

17th- 12x6 (Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox)

18th- 7x9 (How to Win Friends and Influence Monsters), 10x6 (Ask Jeeves), 11x7 (Plush)

19th- 5x10 (Abandon All Hope...), 6x9 (Clap Your Hands If You Believe...), 9x7 (Bad Boys), 15x20 (Carry On)

20th- 4x10 (Heaven and Hell)

21st- 15x6 (Golden Time)

22nd- 1x10 (Asylum)

23rd- 13x7 (War of the Worlds)

25th- 10x7 (Girls, Girls, Girls)

26th- 9x8 (Rock and a Hard Place)

28th- 8x8 (Hunteri Heroici)

29th- 14x7 (Unhuman Nature)

30th- 13x8 (The Scorpion and the Frog)

DECEMBER

1st- 12x7 (Rock Never Dies)

2nd- 7x10 (Death's Door), 10x8 (Hibbing 911), 11x8 (Just My Imagination)

3rd- 6x10 (Caged Heat), 9x9 (Holy Terror)

5th- 8x9 (Citizen Fang), 15x7 (Last Call)

6th- 14x8 (Byzantium)

7th- 2x9 (Croatoan), 13x9 (The Bad Place)

8th- 12x8 (LOTUS)

9th- 10x9 (The Things We Left Behind), 11x9 (O Brother Where Art Thou?)

10th- 6x11 (Appointment in Samarra)

12th- 15x8 (Our Father, Who Aren't in Heaven)

13th- 3x8 (A Very Supernatural Christmas), 14x9 (The Spear)

JANUARY

6th- 7x11 (Adventures in Babysitting)

10th- 1x11 (Scarecrow)

11th- 2x10 (Hunted)

13th- 7x12 (Time After Time)

14th- 9x10 (Road Trip)

15th- 4x11 (Family Remains) 16th- 8x10 (Torn and Frayed), 15x9 (The Trap)

17th- 1x12 (Faith), 14x10 (Nihilism)

18th- 2x11 (Playthings), 13x10 (Wayward Sisters)

20th- 10x10 (The Hunter Games), 11x10 (The Devil in the Details)

21st- 5x11 (Sam, Interrupted), 9x11 (First Born)

22nd- 4x12 (Criss Angel is a Douchebag)

23rd- 8x11 (LARP and the Real Girl), 15x10 (The Hero’s Journey)

24th- 14x11 (Damaged Goods)

25th- 2x12 (Nightshifter), 13x11 (Breakdown)

26th- 12x9 (First Blood)

27th- 10x11 (There’s No Place Like Home), 11x11 (Into the Mystic)

28th- 5x12 (Swap Meat), 9x12 (Sharp Teeth)

29th- 4x13 (After School Special)

30th- 8x12 (As Time Goes By), 15x11 (The Gamblers)

31st- 1x13 (Route 666), 3x9 (Malleus Maleficarum), 14x12 (Prophet and Loss)

FEBRUARY

1st- 2x13 (Houses of the Holy), 13x12 (Vrious and Sundry Villains)

2nd- 12x10 (Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets)

3rd- 7x13 (The Slice Girls), 10x12 (About a Boy), 11x12 (Don't You Forget About Me)

4th- 5x13 (The Song Remains the Same), 6x12 (Like a Virgin), 9x13 (The Purge)

5th- 4x14 (Sex and Violence)

6th- 8x13 (Everybody Hates Hitler)

7th- 1x14 (Nightmare), 3x10 (Dream a Little Dream of Me), 14x13 (Lebanon)

8th- 2x14 (Born Under a Bad Sign), 13x13 (Devil's Bargain)

9th- 12x11 (Regarding Dean)

10th- 7x14 (Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie), 10x13 (Halt & Catch Fire), 11x13 (Love Hurts)

11th- 5x14 (My Bloody Valentine), 6x13 (Unforgiven)

13th- 8x14 (Trial and Error)

14th- 1x15 (The Benders), 3x11 (Mystery Spot)

15th- 2x15 (Tall Tales)

16th- 12x12 (Stuck in the Middle [With You])

17th- 7x15 (Repo Man), 10x14 (The Executioner's Song), 11x14 (The Vessel)

18th- 6x14 (Mannequin 3: The Reckoning)

20th- 8x15 (Man's Best Friend with Benefits)

21st- 3x12 (Jus in Bello)

23rd- 12x13 (Family Feud)

24th- 11x15 (Beyond the Mat)

25th- 6x15 (The French Mistake), 9x14 (Captives)

27th- 8x16 (Remember the Titans)

28th- 1x16 (Shadow)

MARCH

1st- 13x14 (Good Intentions)

2nd- 12x14 (The Raid)

4th- 6x16 (...And Then There Were None), 9x15 (#THINMAN)

7th- 14x14 (Ouroboros)

8th- 13x15 (A Most Holy Man)

9th- 12x15 (Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell)

12th- 4x15 (Death Takes a Holiday)

14th- 14x15 (Peace of Mind)

15th- 2x16 (Roadkill)

16th- 7x16 (Out with the Old), 15x12 (Galaxy Brain)

18th- 9x16 (Blade Runners), 10x15 (The Things They Carried)

19th- 4x16 (On the Head of a Pin)

20th- 8x17 (Goodbye Stranger)

21st- 14x16 (Don't Go in the Woods)

22nd- 2x17 (Heart)

23rd- 7x17 (The Born-Again Identity), 11x16 (Safe House), 15x13 (Destiny's Child)

25th- 5x15 (Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid), 9x17 (Mother's Little Helper), 10x16 (Paint It Black)

26th- 4x17 (It's a Terrible Life)

27th- 8x18 (Freaks and Geeks)

29th- 13x16 (Scoobynatural)

30th- 1x17 (Hell House), 7x18 (Party on, Garth), 11x17 (Red Meat), 12x16 (Ladies Drink Free)

APRIL

1st- 5x16 (Dark Side of the Moon),10x17 (Inside Man)

2nd- 4x18 (The Monster at the End of This Book)

3rd- 8x19 (Taxi Driver)

4th- 14x17 (Game Night)

5th- 13x17 (The Thing)

6th- 1x18 (Something Wicked), 11x18 (Hell's Angel), 12x17 (The British Invasion)

8th- 5x17 (99 Problems)

11th- 14x18 (Absence)

12th- 13x18 (Bring 'Em Back Alive)

13th- 1x19 (Provenance), 12x18 (The Memory Remains)

15th- 5x18 (Point of No Return), 6x17 (My Heart Will Go On), 9x18 (Meta Fiction), 10x18 (Book of the Damned)

18th- 14x19 (Jack in the Box)

19th- 2x18 (Hollywood Babylon), 13x19 (Funeralia)

20th- 1x20 (Dead Man's Blood), 7x19 (Of Grave Importance)

22nd- 5x19 (Hammer of the Gods), 6x18 (Frontierland), 9x19 (Alex Annie Alexis Ann), 10x19 (The Werther Project)

23rd- 4x19 (Jump the Shark)

24th- 3x13 (Ghostfacers), 8x20 (Pac-Man Fever)

25th- 14x20 (Moriah)

26th- 2x19 (Folsom Prison Blues), 13x20 (Unfinished Business)

27th- 1x21 (Salvation), 7x20 (The Girl with the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo), 11x19 (The Chitters), 12x19 (The Future)

29th- 5x20 (The Devil You Know), 6x19 (Mommy Dearest), 9x20 (Bloodlines), 10x20 (Angel Heart)

30th- 4x20 (The Rapture)

MAY

1st- 3x14 (Long Distance Call), 8x21 (The Great Escapist)

3rd- 2x20 (What Is and What Should Never Be), 13x21 (Beat the Devil)

4th- 1x22 (Devil's Trap), 7x21 (Reading is Fundamental), 11x20 (Don't Call Me Shurley), 12x20 (Twigs & Twine & Tasha Banes)

6th- 5x21 (Two Minutes to Midnight), 6x20 (The Man Who Would Be King), 9x21 (King of the Damned), 10x21 (Dark Dynasty)

7th- 4x21 (When the Levee Breaks)

8th- 3x15 (Time Is on My Side), 8x22 (Clip Show)

10th- 2x21 (All Hell Breaks Loose [Part 1]), 13x22 (Exodus)

11th- 7x22 (There Will Be Blood), 11x21 (All in the Family), 12x21 (There's Something About Mary)

13th- 5x22 (Swan Song), 9x22 (Stairway to Heaven), 10x22 (The Prisoner)

14th- 4x22 (Lucifer Rising)

15th- 3x16 (No Rest for the Wicked), 8x23 (Sacrifice)

17th- 2x22 (All Hell Breaks Loose [Part 2]), 13x23 (Let the Good Times Roll)

18th- 7x23 (Survival of the Fittest), 11x22 (We Happy Few), 12x22 (Who We Are), 12x23 (All Along the Watchtower)

20th- 6x21 (Let It Bleed), 6x22 (The Man Who Knew Too Much), 9x23 (Do You Believe in Miracles?), 10x23 (Brother's Keeper)

25th- 11x23 (Alpha and Omega)

Between Dracula Daily happening again and all the posts about enjoying old(er) media during the writers' and actors' strikes going on in Hollywood right now, I feel like there's an opportunity for someone to organize a rewatch of some show, using the original air dates of the episodes as a guide.

I have too much life stuff going on right now to do it myself, but if you've heard of someone doing this (or you're inspired to do it yourself), share in the notes?

[horrorshow]

asking in good faith, but to me it seemed like dean was obsessed with hypermasculinity not bc of his clothing/music choices, but bc of how he treated women in particular & his sort of, trying to play it cool attitude towards his own feelings & even jensons decision to play dean with a deeper voice. also him teasing sam did play a role for me in that interpretation bc he teases him for doing "girly" things specifically. could you explain a little bit more your perspective on this? im genuinely curious

it's selective reading. for every one of these examples you could also find an example that contradicts it: he's a caretaker, he cooks, he reads mommy blogs, he likes watching soap operas, he wears jewelry, even with one night stands he likes holding hands and the woman in charge, he didn’t chicken out of trying on woman’s underwear. if a guy is truly obsessed with looking as masculine as possible he wouldnt do these things.

the way i see it: dean, like most people, displays both stereotypically masculine and feminine behavior, making him a standard regular guy. and discussion about this is only interesting if you look at the full scope and context without cherry picking.

what we do know is that dean is usually bad at hiding his emotions, he feels very intensely. given the life he had, it makes sense he tried to look a bit older and tougher than he actually was to protect himself. that has more to do with being smart and adapting to his (masculine-rewarding) surroundings, rather than an obsession with masculinity itself. you gotta look through that facade.

and sorry but… how he treats women?? it's true he doesn’t always talk about women with the utmost respect but i do NOT see a pattern of mistreated women. his one night stands seem happy and well treated the morning after. and he gets along fine with other women as well. i know a lot of people mention his comment on underage girls but whenever you see him interact with any of those girls you dont see that kind of behavior at all, there are even examples where he seems to relate to the vulnerable position they're in, so it seems to be nothing more than a misplaced joke.

a lot of people forget that this show started 20 years ago, and was written by a bunch of mostly white men. jokes about women and men being girly and gay were very common back then. you got called gay and girly when you drank milk in your coffee, so to speak. my dad got called gay for getting an earring (he thought it was rock 'n' roll) lots of people talked like that, and it didn’t necessarily mean those people were misogynistic homophobes in all areas of their lives. most of the time they were just an average dude who got used to using this kind of language bc it was used everywhere and never really stopped to question it and think about it.

which is also the blind spot spn has, and critique of that is valuable. the writers seem to have put that in because they saw it as funny relatable guy talk and brotherly banter. but nothing shows me it was their intention to make dean look like someone who looks down on women or gay people, and other scenes confirm that. dean is teasing sam in jest, he isn’t trying to seriously demean or hurt him.

i mean, i'm all for finding flaws in a story and twisting them into something that makes sense, but there’s a reason dean feels like he needs to act like more of a careless tough guy: its because he's not. and it leaves him vulnerable. dean is much softer and emotionally open than you give him credit for.

and if that makes you think he’s obsessed with masculinity, you haven't paid enough attention to him. jensen doesnt play dean as a very masculine guy, even with the lower voice. it's a lot more nuanced than that.

[plasticflowersinahistorycemetery]

"good boy"

Warnings: language, non-descriptive mentions of cunnilingus/oral, praise kink, I think that's all.

Word Count: 357

A/N: Little Dean Winchester drabble. Because it only took me ten minutes and I genuinely couldn't help myself. I have spn on in the background and it's so canon to me that this little shit has the praise kink to end all praise kinks. I'm so aware this isn't the most original idea but, my heart. UNGH, I just love him. <3

Dean Winchester preens under praise like oxygen, not that he’d ever admit it. He wears bravado like armour, walks around with that cocky smirk, that broad-shouldered confidence—but underneath?

Underneath, he’s a man who aches to be told he’s done something right.

It starts small. You’re at a diner after a hunt, and instead of just coffee and pie, Dean gets an actual meal. Eggs. Bacon. Toast. You don’t think, just beam at him.

"Proud of you, baby," you murmur, nudging his foot under the table.

Dean goes still. Blinks. Swallows. Like he doesn’t quite know what to do with the warmth that spreads through his chest. He clears his throat, pretends to brush it off, but the tips of his ears flush pink.

And then you start noticing it everywhere.

The way he watches you after filling up Baby’s tank, waiting for you to say something. The way he huffs after cleaning his guns, but his eyes flick to you—subtle, like he’s looking for something.

So you give it to him. Every time.

"You take such good care of her, Dean." "You're so thoughtful, baby." "God, you’re amazing."

At first, he scoffs, but then the pattern starts. He does things just to hear it. Just to see that look on your face.

And when it’s just the two of you? When you're tangled up in the sheets, his mouth hot and wet between your thighs, looking up at you like he’s waiting for it?

Oh.

He’s starving for it.

"Good boy."

Dean groans—deep and desperate—his grip tightening on your hips like praise alone could undo him. His eyes flutter shut for half a second, like the words knock the wind out of him. When he looks up again, it’s raw need.

So you whisper it again, softer, dragging your fingers through his hair, watching him melt into it.

"You’re so good, Dean. You’re perfect."

And fuck—he thrives on it.

Dean Winchester, all gruff edges and macho bravado, completely undone by the softest praise.

And the best part? The next morning, when he’s sipping his coffee, acting normal, you catch him sneaking a glance at you after fixing Baby’s engine.

You smirk. He’s waiting for it.

So you lean in, voice low.

"Good job, my love."

And just like that—he fucking beams.

@mostlymarvelgirl @lunaleah @drakulana @sl33pylilbunny @itshellfire @nevercameraready @suckitands33 <3

[inosukijiro]

✮⋆˙ sam girls

𝘀𝘆𝗻. ━ horrified by becky’s actions, you stay away from sam.

𖤐 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 .ᐟ hii so i made this bc i just watched a becky episode and 👀 . anyways, i wrote this over a hundred times, so this might be v bad and i might go cry and disappear again :) will make a pt. 2 tho

𖤐 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 .ᐟ fluff. set in or after season 8. self-insert coded. fem!reader. modern reader in spn. mentions of becky. im not good with dialogue. this is absolutely not proof read. sam-centric. might be very ooc (as always). 😭 2.1k words. 

   ─── ⋆⋅𖦹⋅⋆ ───  ─── ⋆⋅𖦹⋅⋆ ───  ─── ⋆⋅𖦹⋅⋆ ───

You’re reserved. It's the best way that you could describe it. It's done in such a meticulous way that no one could really tell. And you’re fine with that. It's how you wanted it, anyways. You make sure that nothing seems out of place. You’re careful, even though you really don’t need to be. Because even though it's a fact that you are now friends with the brothers — you are also very close friends with Sam. And it's because of him that you can’t just let go. 

And that… sucks, to say the least. It sucks because you never thought that he would ever want to be your friend. You actually don’t know what you’ve done to have him be drawn to you so much. You think, maybe, it might be the universe testing you somehow. Because it isn’t just that Sam is nice, or that he’s still trying to make you feel welcome. Though, it could be that Sam is just restless from spending too much time around his brother, but you aren’t entirely sure. No, it's in the way Sam's eyes light up when he spots you. It’s in how he’s so quick to talk to you, almost like he’s eager. It’s in the way he gets you to ramble on and on about your passions or things you miss — the way it makes your heart feel full. It’s in the way he makes you laugh, where there’s a look in his eyes you can’t quite place — but it's a good look. How sometimes you both end up talking for hours about something that means absolutely nothing at all. It’s easy. Existing with Sam is just easy, and that's why you think it's too good to be true. And that's why you never let yourself get too comfortable. 

Because you aren't sure if you’re just seeing things; if you’re reading too much into the little stuff or if you’re just being paranoid. Because there is one thing that was very obvious and very clear to you, long before ever being in the presence of the Winchesters  — you would have never made Sam Winchester uncomfortable the way Becky had. It’s common sense, really, and it isn’t that hard to do; especially if you were someone who respected the bodily autonomy of another person. You would never do any of the things she did — but at the start, neither of the boys knew that. And after a while they got the hint that, yeah, you were not Becky and never would be.

So even now, months later, you still keep Sam at arms length in a weird attempt to keep things normal. Though, you aren’t actually sure it's doing anything — it isn’t — but to you it is, and that's all that matters. Because the truth is, you like him more than you should. You’ve had a crush on Sam Winchester since the first time you watched the show and that never changed. Except, maybe, for your arrival and the month following it. Any feelings completely vanished for the time being as you were in a constant state of panic the whole time. Though now, with you being more at ease and a little more settled in, the small romantic thoughts crept back into your head. And at this moment, you are not going to make any sudden movements that would indicate that fact. Because as smart as Sam was, you were hoping that he wasn’t smart enough to see through you.

And, while that's great for you, it’s actually a massive problem for Sam. It's a problem because Sam does, in fact, like you. He likes you and yet to him, it seemed like you were ignoring every possible sign of it. At first he’ll think that you just want to be friends, or maybe you really just don’t notice. Which is funny, because Dean definitely notices and won’t stop giving him shit about it. But then Sam will notice the way when you two talk — that the smile you have doesn’t really meet your eyes, or the way you give him space. The way you keep a good distance away from him like you’re afraid to crowd him; or the way you try too hard to not brush your fingers against his whenever he hands something over to you — which by the way, he totally does on purpose. God, he's so pathetic. 

Sam’s aware that it's never out of malice — he can see that. You’re always warm and thoughtful, and always just so considerate. And yet, there’s something behind your eyes, something just out of reach. Sam will never pry, though. At least not yet. He lets you keep your distance, lets you think he doesn’t notice the way you keep yourself contained. But he does. And maybe he should say something, maybe he should push. But he doesn’t. Instead, he keeps thinking about it until it boils over. It's the miniscule things that he obsesses over, because maybe it's just him. That he's just reading too much into it. But he doesn’t think so. Dean will think so. He thinks Sam should just ask you out and leave him alone about it. 

“I don’t know, man.” Dean will say, very unhelpfully. “Maybe she's scared of you thinking she's some type of freak or something.” It's an… odd thing to say. But Dean is drunk, and Sam really shouldn’t be surprised when he was the one that barged into Dean's room at this hour. “She does come from that other place…so…” And he’s waving Sam off, too wrapped up in his westerns to finish. 

However, it’s like a light bulb going off in his mind, and Sam suddenly gets it. And maybe he should feel a little stupid for not getting it sooner. But he gets it now. And he’s off to go find you, because this just can’t wait till morning — he wouldn’t be able to sleep otherwise. Not that he sleeps much anyways. 

He finds you in the bunkers library, reading, with your phone laying face down on the table. It's not unusual for you to be there, but he’s lucky to catch you before you’ve decided you can’t take being up anymore. He takes a moment to breathe in the sight of you though. You’re gorgeous, the way the dim lit of the room paints your features. The way your hair falls because your head is tilted a certain way, and all Sam wants to do is brush it behind your ear. He knows you're not actually paying attention to the book in your hands. He sees you fidget, your eyes shifting over to your phone; you look sad almost, and Sam can’t take it anymore. 

He doesn’t need to convince himself of anything before he's already on his way over to you. He offers a soft greeting to alert you of his presence and sees the way you light up just a bit. It makes him smile as he settles into the chair next to you, but no sooner does he take a seat, he notices the way you shift your body to look at him. It's nothing big, or at least, it shouldn’t be. Just a small adjustment — an inch, maybe two — like that tiny bit of space will make some kind of difference. Like you’re subconsciously trying not to be too close to him. Sure, maybe you just want to give him your full attention, which he knows is probably also true. But the way you move is careful and deliberate, as if you’re hyper aware of the space between you. It doesn’t take him by surprise though. 

What does take him by surprise, is the answer to his question. Not because it isn’t what he's expecting — it is, to some degree, anyways — but he can’t believe he was right. When he asks, he isn't mean or condescending, he isn’t bullying an answer out of you or being accusatory. No, he asks all nice, putting those puppy eyes to work. His voice is soft and calm, easing you into the conversation with clarity that you hadn’t done anything wrong; he just wants to know why you're so tense towards him. And for a moment, he expects you to deny deny deny. You don’t though. Instead, you let out this big strained sigh, wincing at your words before they even leave your mouth. It's like you’ve accepted defeat, like there was no use in trying to come up with some excuse. You felt you owed him the truth, and also you just couldn’t take it anymore. In doing that, however, it's the first time Sams seen you relax.

“I’m sorry. I… guess I’m still trying to get used to, you know, all this.” You apologize, and while it doesn’t seem like you’re that nervous, you are. But somehow that doesn’t convey itself through your words. Truthfully, to Sam you sound a bit shy, and it's cute. Sam nods along, understanding and a bit on edge for you to continue. You look like you have a lot on your mind and he’s ready to listen. “And I may have been a little worried about… making you uncomfortable.”

It takes a minute for your words to really register with him. As soon as they do though, Sam's expression softens as he watches you. He gets it — in fact, he appreciates it. That’s actually really sweet of you. In the midst of trying to find your footing in a world that shouldn’t even exist outside a screen, while you’re still trying to adjust to everything — you’re worried about him. It’s thoughtful, in a way that makes something warm settle in his chest. 

But as he thinks it over, turning your words around in his mind, something else clicks. You said him specifically — not anyone else in general, not Dean, just him. And the more he thinks about it, the clearer it becomes. You’re not just overthinking because you don’t want to be weird. You’re overthinking because of Becky. And Becky was his problem. Which means this — your carefulness, your nervous little hesitations — they’re all because of him. And then it dawns on Sam, confirming the sneaking suspicions he’s had already. That the way you speak, the way you worry, the way you care just a little too much. It isn’t just because you’re so kind and mindful. No, it all pieces itself together. You’re a Sam girl. You like him.

Before he even realizes it, Sam is already shaking his head, keen on reassuring you. You don’t need to apologize. You don’t need to worry about that — about him. He tells you as his voice is gentle but certain. He trusts you, in a way that he can’t explain, and there’s no way you could ever make him uncomfortable. And as he speaks, he watches the way you take in his words, the flicker of relief that crosses your face, the way your shoulders ease just the slightest bit. And something about it, about you, makes his chest feel strangely light.

Now there’s this quiet, new awareness that lingers between you both. It’s nice. Easy. The conversation continues deep into the night, shifting into something lighter, smoother — like an exhale after holding in a breath for too long. There’s something refreshing about it, about you, and it feels like a piece of something he hadn’t realized was missing just clicked into place. And maybe that’s why, as you keep talking, laughing softly at something he says, Sam lets himself settle into it. This new thing, whatever it is — is beautiful. 

And later, in the dark of his room, when it’s dangerously way too late for him to be up and you’re long retreated back into your room — Sam lets himself think back to your conversation. He replays it over and over. Because no, he’s not going to spill his guts any time soon. At least, not yet. First, he needs to ease you out of that careful tension, to get you to stop overthinking every little thing around him. It’s not just going to happen in a day, and Sam doesn’t expect it to. It’s not the time to lay it all out there, even if he’s almost certain you feel the same. He wants to take this slow — wants to do it right. The last thing he’d ever want is to make a mistake with you.

Still, that doesn’t stop the anticipation from drumming against his chest. He wants to tell you. Desperately. But he’ll wait, just a little longer. And maybe — just maybe — he’ll let himself take a little pride in it. In the fact that you’re a Sam girl. He lets the thought sit with him; lets a small, shy smile pull at his lips as he leans back against his pillows, staring at his ceiling and thinking about all the possibilities. Yeah. You’re a Sam girl. And he’s okay with that.

𖤐 .ᐟ i think i yapped too much again, sorry chat ><

[kaivenom]

The SPN boys perfect date with you

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Gabriel "The Trickster", Jack Kline, Castiel

A/N: for the first time on a long time writing something that isnt one piece😂. The anime and the manga are on pause and i am crying🥲

Masterlist

Sam Winchester

Probably a date at home, ordering food and watching movies with you, the while cozy treatment.

Picking you Up at your home and ordering the take away on some restaurat, picking a cofee and getting to the bunker with you.

Eating while watching bad movies, anything you want to see and laughing cause It's probably a bad horror movie.

Reading in silence with your bodies entaged and sharing little mischevious looks.

And of course, at some point you start to make out and now you are trapped with him, una le to go back home.

Dean Winchester

Riding with baby, no doubt.

Like Sam, he orders some food with you, but instead of going to the bunker, he gets you to a nice and calm spot, far from society and organize a picnic on top of the impala.

If the weather it's good, there IS probably a river or lake near by to swim.

If the weather it's bad you stay inside the impala, eating and playing cards,

And like Sam, he can get a little to much needy and even if you are outside on the lake or inside the impala, he Will start to make out with you and you Will end Up getting frisky on the backseat.

Castiel

Probably at first he doesnt get the concept of date s he follows you with your daily routines.

Now, that he knows what a deate IS, he realizes that his perfect date with you it's the thing that you already had been doing, rutinal things.

Such as cleaning and shopping groceries, anything that helps you with your chores.

And usually, this "dates" end up with a tender moment wich usually is a warm Bath.

So its just the two of you, rubbing each other rubing your sore bodies.

With a slow music playing on the background, bubbles, music and even some wine.

Gabriel "The Trickster"

A party, a buffet, even a brothel, since he can make every scenario posible, everything it's the perfect date, cause It IS with you.

So, you get to choose the when and the where, cause he can materialize It in any second.

He just wants to make you laugh and have a good time, even if it's with the most bizarre or the most common things, i picture this man as a total pleaser.

But, the two things that he Will do no matter what it's eat sweets and feed you with them.

It's his nly condition to make the evening perfect, have you on his lap and put a Candy on your tongue, maybe with his mouth.

Jack Kline

A carnival or a amusement park.

He still has the soul of a child so his perfect date would circle around fun.

Eating pop corn, playing minigolf, trying to win everything on the booths, you still don't know where he got the money,

If he makes you laugh then the night IS a good one.

He finishes the night with a kiss on your doorstep, he saw that on a movie and wanted to try It.

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Dean

You had to help him out the first few times but after that he got it DOWN.

One of his favorites are you on your knees sucking him off.

He definitely teases you by moving his hand really close to your crotch or sometimes he full on just palms you through your pants when your sat next to him however it highly depends on what is going on and where you guys are at.

If you were one of the "villains" you two definitely used to have hate sex.

If you aren't them you two just have sex to release some steam if it's more of a friends with benefits relationship but if it's a romantic relationship then it's because you two genuinely enjoy having sex

Most definitely rough sex most times but if he has the time and or nobody will be around for a while then it'll be more sensual.

Sam

He more of a groaner than like a moaner/whimperer.

I mean maybe you can get him whimpering 🤷

Don't pull his hair no matter how tempting it is...

He definitely likes you riding him but if you are the dom you then missionary. (He definitely does missionary even when he's Dom)

He does like seeing your face during sex.

Nothing to out of the normal he's pretty simple when it comes to sex.

Castiel

He doesn't make much noise I mean maybe a groan here and there and if you're lucky a moan or whimper.

He's a little clueless when it comes to sex despite him watching the pizza man and the baby sitter... But that's okay! You help him the best you can.

You can definitely get him to moan or whimper if you suck him off.

You most definitely end up the dom most times.

If you like rough sex then he’ll participate but he does enjoy gentle and sensual sex more.

You two have most definitely gotten caught and or have been overheard while having sex.

Crowley

You know he's in the mood when he starts getting handsy.

He'll pull you into his lap or if you guys are around people he'll pull you away or teleport you two away.

This does happen quite often.

You don't really know what you do to make him horny but you do make him horny a lot.

You've two been caught making out somewhere in the bunker because Crowley had pulled you away.

You two have experimented quite a lot.

He denies it but he does really like intimate and soft sex.

He does occasionally like you as the top but when you are the top you are 6/10 times a soft top

He does get whiny and bratty. Mostly when you two have been very busy and haven't had sex in a while.

Definitely sasses you during sex. He has a loud mouth and he can't help himself.

Praise him and he seems fine but on the inside he is DYING

Gabriel

He's even worse than Crowley when it comes to getting handsy.

He is a brat when he's the sub for sure.

Kinky as hell 💀

You've guys practically have tried EVERYTHING.

A little bit after he returned from being tortured you guys basically had a whole day spent on having sex.

He enjoys either making your brain turn to mush or having you turn his brain to mush.

He has a lot of energy and when I say a lot I mean A LOT.

He is a major switch when it comes to you.

Jack

I don't know if it's alright to do some for him since he's technically like 3 but he's fully grown so let me know if it is 😭💀