#Dean getting hit on by gay guy

[saiacross]

Bonus Chapter 5: Surprise! : 1,210 : Series: Reader-Insert

This Work is part of an overarching story that can be read as a one-shot with little overlapping information from other chapters.

⬅ Chapter 25 A Watery Grave💜 Chapter 26: TBD ➡ Master List

Bonus Chapter 5: Surprise! After a case goes sideways the trio finds themselves in what Dean thought was a normal late-night bar. However, when the lights go out and the stage is lit up, Y/N decides to take control of the night's proceedings, and much to her delight she succeeds.

Dean shifted the Impala into the park, and the engine's hum gradually faded into silence. With a weary sigh, Dean leaned back, letting the tension escape his body.

Sam, sitting beside him, observed with an amused yet tired grin and asked, "You good?"

Dean responded with a gruff shake of his head, scratching the back of his head. "Dude, I don't get it. How do we go from hunting down a few vamps to babysitting a bunch of rugrats?"

Sam chuckled, recognizing Dean's knack for handling kids and the unique sparkle in his eyes when he did. Sam finally replied, "We didn't know they were abducting kids, and we couldn't just leave them out there."

Abruptly, Y/N's head popped up from the back seat. She had been lying down, but now she gracefully draped herself over the front seat between the brothers. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy yourself. I've seen the way you whipped those kids into shape; you had fun."

Dean's lips curled into a small smile as he reminisced about the kids – scared, confused, and on the verge of tears. They stared up at the three adults who had just decapitated their abductors. Sam, Dean, and Y/N hadn't initially noticed the group of seven kids huddled in a corner of the old house until it was too late. Stunned and uncertain about what to do next, the trio stood before the kids until Dean crouched down to their level.

Addressing the kids, Dean inquired if they knew who Batman was. All the children nodded in agreement, prompting Dean to spin a quick tale about the bad guys being part of Joker's crew of clowns, and they were sent there by Batman to save them. A brave child spoke up, expressing a preference for Superman. In an effort not to discourage the child, Dean muttered, "Yeah, well, it's okay to be wrong."

Dean then encouraged the kids to leave the house in an orderly line, guiding them through a casual discussion about their favorite superheroes as if he knew each one personally. Meanwhile, Sam and Y/N took charge of calling the police to report the situation and ensure the kids' safety.

Y/N patted Dean's shoulder, rousing him from his thoughts. She declared, "You'll make a good dad one day. But first, food." With that, Y/N exited the Impala, leaving Dean slightly baffled. He turned to Sam, seeking confirmation that he had indeed heard Y/N correctly. Sam just offered a grin, patting Dean on the shoulder before making his way out of the car.

Dean followed suit, and the trio strolled into the bar. The scent of something sweet lingered in the air as they located a high-top table in the dimly lit establishment.

Y/N couldn't help but ask, "Why is it so dark?" Dean, taking his seat, retorted, "Hey, don't complain. This was the only place open this late."

Sam looked around as he took his seat and commented, "Better than nothing, I guess." Just then, the waiter approached, a slight lisp in his speech as he inquired about their drink orders. Dean, engrossed in the menu, barely registered the waiter eyeing him up and down as he simply asked for a round of beers.

The man bit his lip before muttering, "Ay Papi," and walking away.

All three at the table slowly looked up, Sam and Y/N sporting grins as they exchanged glances. Dean, maintaining his tough exterior, pointed at both Sam and Y/N sternly, declaring, "Not. A. Word."

However, Y/N couldn’t contain her giggle, letting out strained laughter as she mimicked the waiter, "Ay Papiii," drawing out the last syllable. This sent Sam into a fit of laughter alongside her.

Amidst their laughter and Dean's exhaustion of the situation Sam, keenly aware of the returning waiter, nudged Y/N to compose herself. Y/N stifled her laughter just in time for the waiter to place their drinks on the table. As the waiter favored Dean once more with a sly comment, "Enjoy the show," and a wink, he sauntered away, leaving Dean to awkwardly nod and smile.

With the waiter out of sight, the ambient lighting in the bar dramatically dimmed to near darkness, music permeated the air from strategically placed speakers, and three spotlights illuminated a stage that had been concealed until now. Dean, Sam, and Y/N turned their attention to the stage.

As the heavy curtains gracefully parted, they revealed five remarkably sculpted men, clad only in loose gray sweatpants. The room was hushed with anticipation as the men took their positions. Then, with a seamless synchronization, the performers began to dance, their movements a fusion of elegance and sensuality. The sweatpants clung to their well-defined physiques, leaving very little to the imagination as they fluidly moved across the stage, casting a spell on the captivated audience.

The atmosphere in the dimly lit bar shifted as the unexpected show unfolded on stage. Dean and Sam, their expressions mirroring a mix of surprise and uncertainty, exchanged a quick glance laden with unspoken questions. Sam's eyes silently inquired why they ended up in such a place, and Dean responded with a shrug and shake of his head, indicating he had no idea about the establishment's unique offerings.

Their attention then turned to Y/N, who seemed entirely unfazed by the situation. Her eyes were fixed on the dancers, an amused smirk playing on her lips. When she noticed the brothers looking at her, she met their gaze with a mischievous shrug, raising her beer in a mock toast.

"Happy Birthday to me," she declared, savoring the unexpected turn of events. Dean rolled his eyes, a subtle shake of his head expressing his bemusement, while Sam couldn't help but chuckle at Y/N's carefree enjoyment. Though the brothers appeared out of their element, they chose to remain, recognizing that Y/N was enjoying the unconventional entertainment.

Y/N observed the two brothers as they sat quietly, one with a tight jaw and clenched fists; Dean, the other shifting uncomfortably in his seat trying his best to occupy himself with his beer; Sam. She could see their growing frustration as they kept it in mind but tried not to look at the men on stage performing for the attention of their date.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Y/N subtly studied each brother's reaction, knowing exactly what button to push, she already had a plan for tonight and was confident in her ability to make it happen.

Amidst the rhythmic movements of the dancers, Dean's voice cut through the air, his curiosity getting the better of him, "Hey, is today actually your birthday?" Y/N's smirk widened as she leaned back in her seat, taking a deliberate sip of her beer before responding with nothing more than a sly wink. The cryptic acknowledgment lingered in the air, leaving both Sam and Dean exchanging glances once again, engaged in their silent communication.

It wasn't until Sam's lips curved into a half-smile, half-smirk that Y/N knew she had successfully asserted her influence. The unspoken victory played out in the exchanged looks between the brothers, and Y/N couldn't help but relish in the satisfaction of successfully directing the rest of the night's events in her desired favor.

Oh, what a night it would be.

End Chapter.

This is the Female Reader-Insert Version of my Story, please consider taking a look at the Original with my OFC Saia.

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[finalgirlsamwinchester]

thinking about pilot draft dean harrison again

[quietwingsinthesky]

if there was a torchwood/spn crossover, jack would get shot in the head so much. i know he already dies a lot, but he’s going to die so many times during this crossover. keeps getting bullets unloaded into him. they stab him with silver and steel and copper and none of it keeps him down. he’s gonna get squirted with borax and that one’s not gonna kill him but it is going to ruin his coat, which is materially worse for him.

[televisionenjoyer]

Allow me to set the scene: it's 2026. Star Trek 4 (written by steve yockey) is finally out. There's a Shatner cameo as Kirk Prime. Against all odds, this is the movie where Spirk finally becomes canon. This is your dash on release week:

🤠destpirking follow

of course destiel is trending. steve yockey your impact.

🐶tonysopranosmallnaturals follow

ok let me see if i get this straight. In 1967 Theodore Sturgeon writes the Star Trek episode Amok Time, which introduces both the concept of Fuck or Die and of a humanoid species experiencing violent heat into the masses. Battle Angel Alita happens. Dark Angel happens. Jensen Ackles is in it. Supernatural happens. Some fan creates the omegaverse so that Jensen Ackles can experience misogyny. Supernatural keeps happening. Steve Yockey writes some notable Destiel episodes. Cas gay confesses to Dean and goes to superhell. Steve Yockey writes some other gay shit for dead boy detectives idk i havent watched that. Now in 2026 Steve Yockey has the honor to write the Star Trek that finally makes spirk canon and he somehow manages to invent a weird alien society in which there's misogyny for male vulcans also?? are we closing the portal?? is this what full circle looks like?? should we call kendall roy??

🧔jensenanklesofficial follow

ok so i've been watching the shatner interviews he's been doing lately regarding this movie and honestly it's time we cut him some slack. he shows sincere remorse for his previous actions and has shown clear support for the spirk ending and honestly how hard can we blame him for what he said as a guy who was brought up culturally homophobic and hit the prime of his fame in the sixties?? its enough that he's changed his mind at his age. what i'm saying essentially is i think it's time we forgive william shatner.

🐍ouroborosgaysex follow

OK WAS ANYONE GOING TO TELL ME THAT THEY SENT SPOCK TO THE NEXUS ON THE CHINESE RELEASE BECAUSE OF THE CENSORSHIP??? OR WAS I SUPPOSED TO FIND OUT FROM REDDIT??

👀spockstiels follow

say what you want about the admittedly shitty and predictable klingon genocide plot but i think i speak for all of us when i say 'billy shatner cameos as kirk prime to set up spirk in an attempt to redeem himself to the lgbt community' was on NO ONE'S 2026 bingo card

👨🏼startrekgaysex

no it was literally on my bingo card for years. i've made several posts about it in fact.

🌌thenexus follow

i DID NOT just read a post saying we have to forgive william shatner???😭😭😭😭 god i hate tumblr

📼deancasgenesis follow

"this was my nov 5th" shut up NOTHING will ever be like november fifth. you don't understand the impact of destiel.

🌟bisexualjimmykirk follow

you're joking right.

🖖🏼supersimplefeeling follow

congratulations jim kirk on becoming star trek's last first gay character.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

"Dude, I possessed your professor...

The hairs on your neck prick up as you notice the glassy look in Dr. Bradley's eyes. It was the trademark sign that your old pal, Jimmy, was back from the dead to haunt you. Obviously, your professor was his next host...

"...holy crap! Look at this idiot! I know he's real booksmart or whatever, but he can't be that clever with a jocked up body like this! I'm gonna strip him down and see what he's hiding under this fancy shirt. I know you wanna see your teacher naked, right?"

You stare at the uncharacteristically goofy grin on your professor's face as he oggles his own body. Back when he was alive, Jimmy was the most immature and gayest guy you'd ever met. It feels so wrong to see him wearing the school's most renowned researcher like a costume! Dr. Bradley would be more mortified by behaving this way than by seeing actual paranormal activity.

"Come on man," your old friend speaks with the doctor's sonorous tone, "If I'm a ghost, I at least wanna enjoy the perks. And when else are you gonna get the chance to screw with this straight tight-ass?"

You stare at his body as he lounges back on a desk. It creaks under the weight of the man's hefty muscles. God, his bare chest is practically begging for your attention!

"Come on, bro. Screw me in your professor's body," Dr. Bradley -no, Jimmy- flashes a wicked smile.

Before you can decline, Jimmy assertively throws up one of the man's strong hands, "Maybe I can make this easier on you, dude. I'll raise your grade if you spank me a few times to get started. Hell, if you leave his ass red, I'll even send an email to the dean about how you deserve another scholarship!"

It's time to put an end to this, you think. Jimmy's talking about playing around with this man's career, and you really don't want to get him or yourself in any trouble.

"Alright, then a new tactic," Jimmy sneers, employing the lower, more commanding register of Dr. Bradley's voice, "Fuck him up the ass, or I'll change your grade to an F. We can do it right here, on his desk..."

You stare at your professor's glazed over eyes and his drooling grin. Jimmy wouldn't actually blackmail you, right? This has to be just another one of his careless antics.

"Get up here," Dr. Bradley grins at you, "I want my favorite student to do whatever he wants with my hot-teacher body!"

You shake your head one final time, but you can already feel your defenses breaking down. Exploring your possessed professor is starting to sound more and more like a good idea.

"You know I've been practicing my ghost skills, man?," he continues, "I can jump into these idiots and stay for up to seven days before I need to jump out and stretch my legs again. That means I can be Professor Big-Butt all week!"

"Maybe I'll kick out his wife and kids so you can come over and play house with me. Imagine your professor waking you up ever morning with his mouth on your pole. Imagine him under the dining table slobbering over your feet while you enjoy the dinner he prepared. Dude, imagine hitting a gay bar with this professional stud as your obedient muscle-slut and pimping him out to every guy who walks in. Bro, I'm so down to do whatever you want to see him do!"

You stare at Dr. Bradley in awe, precum soaking into your shorts. Once again, Jimmy's imagination has you drooling with desire. You can't help but squeak out an affirmative response.

"Hell yeah, man!" the professor's voice is unrecognizable with Jimmy's ecstatic glee.

"Now hop up here and destroy this guy's ass! Don't forget; I know about your kink for degrading guys so I want you to really humiliate me!"

In a daze, you unbuckle your belt and climb up behind your professor. A part of you knows this is wrong, but that part of you is buried somewhere deep beneath your primal lust. If Jimmy wants you to degrade and humiliate him, who were you to say no? Besides, you couldn't let Dr. Bradley -Jimmy- give you an F!

"I knew you were my favorite student for a reason," your ghostly friend says, imitating the doctor's direct and authoritative demeanor, "You're more of a man than I could ever be. I knew it from the first time I saw you in class. We locked eyes, and I just knew; all of my achievements, all of my time spent in the gym, everything I had once been proud of; all meant nothing compared to you."

Hearing the professor's heartfelt manifesto was more than enough to get you into the mood. They might not actually be his words, but they were coming from his mouth, and it was more than enough to get you on Jimmy's side. Ideas for using and abusing your tenured professor were already racing across your mind, and thanks to Jimmy, Dr. Bradley is a willing subject.

This next week is going to be a good one...

[perlukafarinn]

Usually when Claire works the closing shift at Rocky's, she and Dean will wind down with a couple of beers at the end of the night. It's a nice little ritual Claire looks forward to every time she comes around, though she'd never admit as much out loud.

Tonight, Dean has mixed up a batch of one of his specialty cocktails - The Queen of Moondoor. It's bright, a sort of red-orange color, and has a sweet and sour taste that makes Claire's jaw ache.

"Do you like it?" Dean asks, like Claire's opinion really matters.

She nods. "It's good."

She's not lying. Dean isn't really a cocktails kind of guy but he's put a lot of effort into every detail of Rocky's. From the various pride flags carefully hung behind the bar, to the salt painted into the windowsills, every inch of the place is meticulously planned out. Rocky's isn't officially a hunter's bar - though it is explicitly a gay bar - but it's become an unofficial gathering place of queer hunters across the continental US.

Even the cocktails on the menu are Dean's own invention. All of them have a backstory, some of which Claire isn't privy to. She knows enough to understand why the Queen of Moondoor is Dean's personal favorite, though.

It also packs a surprising punch. Two drinks in, and Claire already feels herself tilting from tipsy into full-on drunk. She slows down her pace.

"How long are you planning on sticking around now?" Dean asks, because free booze is never just free booze with him. There's always the interrogation. He's almost as much of a mom as Jody is.

"A few days," Claire answers vaguely. "Maybe longer, who knows. I don't have any hunts lined up right now and you pay pretty well."

She knows for a fact he pays her double what he does his other bartenders. Neither one of them ever mentions it, though.

"Weren't you heading back to Jody's?"

Claire shrugs, uncomfortable. She had been, before last night's call with Kaia. They're good most days, even with the strain of Claire being on the road half the time, but sometimes when they talk, they'll hit on a sore topic for one of them and things will get stilted.

The anniversary of Mom's death is coming up in a couple of weeks. Kaia wanted to join Claire for her visit to the cemetery.

"What's on your mind, Strawberry Shortcake?"

Claire is supposed to roll her eyes now. Tell Dean to fuck off and mind his own business.

She doesn't really want to do that. But she doesn't know how to explain to Dean what she's feeling, either.

"It's stupid," she says. "I'm being dramatic."

"You? Never."

Claire scoffs, and Dean's eyes soften.

"You can talk to me, you know."

"Yeah," Claire says, because she does. He gets her, weirdly enough. They get each other. It probably doesn't say great things about either of them. "I just... I feel like I'm making up problems."

Dean takes a sip of his drink. It's difficult to look dignified, drinking out of a straw, and he does not remotely manage it. "Let me be the judge of that."

"Kaia wants-" Claire stops herself, because that's not the point of it. "I - we're good. Me and Kaia. I don't feel ashamed about it."

Dean waits for her continue.

"I'm a lesbian," Claire adds, even though, duh.

"Congrats," Dean says, and it feels like it could be sarcastic but it's not. He means it.

"I don't think -" no, that's not right. "I know my parents wouldn't be okay with that."

The statement lands heavily between them. It feels bitter on Claire's tongue, an ugly truth held at bay for far too long. She feels awful saying it, like she's failing her parents. Speaking ill of the dead. But it's the truth.

Mom and Dad would make these... comments. And Claire remembers each one with perfect clarity, because she's known something was different about her for a very long time. She knew those comments were aimed at her, even if her parents didn't.

They were wonderful parents in every other aspect. Up until they abandoned her, that is. Claire still can't help but feel like she's failing them, sometimes, being who she is.

"They might have changed their minds," Dean offers. "If they'd known. It's different when it's your own kid."

Claire eyes him, curious. "Was it different for your parents?"

Something crosses over Dean's expression, too quickly for Claire to catch it.

"No," he admits after a beat. He runs his hand over his face. "Maybe - Mom might have been fine with it. She didn't know."

Claire swallows. "But your dad did. And it wasn't different."

She feels cruel, pushing the topic. But there's some perverse part of her that needs the confirmation. Dean reminds her of herself, in a lot of ways. He'd say it was the other way around. If he experienced the rejection that Claire feared as a kid, the one that still scares her even if it's purely theoretical now, then that proves something.

"It wasn't," Dean admits. "But Jimmy Novak was no John Winchester."

Claire's chest aches. There's some hollow triumph at the abstract confirmation of her worst fears. Mostly, she just feels like shit.

"For what it's worth," Dean adds, "I think you're perfect. No notes."

Embarrassingly, Claire's lower lip wobbles. She clears her throat, looking off to the side as she tries to regain her composure.

"You think you're my dad or something?" she asks, voice rough.

Dean shrugs, looking embarrassed himself. "I kind of think of you as my kid, yeah. If that's okay."

Claire crosses her arms, feeling warm and aching and off-kilter. "I - yeah. Yeah, that's fine."

[jasmines-library]

hi!

So I was thinking that their little sister is lesbian (if you're comfortable with this kind of stuff though) but she doesn't know. So she's 15 and one day a guy tries to flirt with her in a dinner, but she's just staring in complete fascination at a cute girl behind her. And after the guy goes away Dean calls her out. After she kind of goes on a date with the girl and some homophobic dude comes walking past whilst they're kissing and says some pretty mean stuff. And when her brothers find out they comfort her.

Thank you so much and I wish you a very good day and happy new year!

Unconditional

Note: I literally love this request as a gay girly myself. This was super cute to write!

Warnings: Homophobia but Sam and Dean to the rescue, homophobic slurs and swearing. Please read with warning that this is fairly heavy and may be triggering although I have tried to keep it non-explicit...but it's also a little cheesy too..

Word Count: 1.6k

⛤ SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST ⛤

You knew that the guy beside you was trying to talk to you. His low voice but through the chatter as he leaned on the coffee-stained counter beside you, just a tad too close for your liking. He had sauntered over and was trying to drop compliments, but you didn’t really hear anything he was saying. You were completely fixated on the girl sitting in a booth across the room. She was with her two friends but you couldn’t take your eyes off of her and the way she smiled with not only her rosy lips but also with her eyes. You admired the lilt of her voice as she spoke with a grin and the way her hair, which was tucked neatly behind her ears to show off her face, cascaded over her shoulders. She was beautiful and you were in awe. Then, her gaze shifted away from you and her eyes met yours. Before you could turn away quickly, she blushed and gave you a small smile to hold your gaze.

“So, what do you say?” The boy asked you expectantly, though you were still too entranced to take a notice. 

Dean cleared his throat and nudged you from under the table with his knee. “Y/N?”

You tore your gaze away from the girl and snapped towards your brother who indicated to the boy with his head.

“Sorry- What?”

“I said, ‘Did you maybe want to go out sometime?’”

You felt awful, because you had every intention of answering the guy to send him away, but you found your attention shifting towards the girl across the diner again. 

“Sorry, pal.” Sam told the guy, “I don’t think she’s very interested.”

The boy nodded and left, slightly deflated that his attempts had failed. 

“What the hell was all that about, kid?” Sam furrowed his brow. “What’s got you so distracted?”

Dean, who was sitting opposite you, craned his head to follow your eyeline, where he spotted the girl you had been fascinated by. He turned to you with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“I think I’ve got her all figured out, Sammy.” He pointed to the girl. “She is so checking that girl out.”

“What?! Am not.”

“Are too. I know that look when I see it.”

You huffed and sunk down in your chair. 

It was then that her and her friends shuffled out of the booth and made their way towards the door. As they passed you and your brothers she smiled at you shyly. You watched as she pushed open the door and the bell chimed signalling that she had left, but you continued to watch her in awe through the window. 

“Are you just gonna sit there and stare?” Sammy raised an eyebrow. 

“Huh?”

“Go get her number.” Dean urged, ushering you out of the booth. Your cheeks flushed as you chased quickly after her.

The sunlight hit your face as soon as you stepped out of the diner and you made your way slowly over to her. She smiled brightly as she saw you approaching and excused herself away from her friends for a moment.

“Hi” She greeted, “I was wondering if you were going to come and speak to me.”

“Hey.” You smiled “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to finally put a name to your pretty face.” She said before giving you her name. 

“So um…” You swallowed thickly trying to conjure up the courage to ask her for her number. This was something you had never done before… sure, you had never really shown much interest in guys, and you knew that every time you glanced at one of the women on the front of one of your brothers magazines, or spotted a pretty girl walking down the street you couldn’t help but feel that something was different, but you were never able to place it until now. You had thought it was because you never had time to spend hanging out with people outside of hunting, but now that Dean had pointed it out, you knew that he was onto something. You couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach that you felt when you looked at the girl before you, and back in the diner you had been so desperate to talk to her that you found your thoughts drifting to what it would be like, however now it was actually happening it was like your mind was betraying you because you couldn’t think of anything to say as your body froze. You took a deep breath and cleared your mind. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?”

She looked at you with a look of pure happiness that made you melt. “I would love to.”

~

The two of you sat inside the diner again a few days later. The two of you had been texting back and forth constantly after exchanging numbers and you couldn’t contain your excitement. You had taken her to the cinema across town before you two made you way to the diner. She looked even more beautiful than the time you had first seen her as she sat across from you, sipping her milkshake which you had purchased for her with Dean’s plagiarised credit card. The two of you spent hours talking to each other and laughing at the other's jokes and you barely noticed the sun setting and the busy diner thinning out, she had even reached out to grab your hand from across the table which she kept there until her it was eventually time to leave. 

You walked her back to her house, slightly disheartened when you finally reached it and the pair of you paused just in front of it. 

Reaching out, she tucked a loose piece of your hair behind your ear. The closeness made your stomach flutter and you blushed. Suddenly her rosy lips were on yours. You leaned into the kiss, kissing her back with the same keen gentleness that she had initiated it with. When she finally pulled away, the kiss leaving you breathless, the two of you let out a small chuckle only to have the moment ruined by a passer by who glared at the two of you in disgust before rolling his eyes.

“Great, just what this town needs. More dykes.” His words cut deep and your heart sank as they crushed everything you had been working to accept was okay about yourself. The longer you looked at him, the more you recognised him. It was the boy from the diner. The one that had tried to ask you out but you ignored. It seemed he also seemed to recognise you too.

“You’re the girl from the diner.” He started shaking his head. “No wonder you weren’t interested you fucking freak.”

“Excuse you?” your date asked, clenching her fists and taking a step forward. 

“I said you’re disgusting.” He spat. “That shouldn’t even be allowed.”

“Listen here-” She took another step forward, but you put out a hand to stop her. The last thing the two of you needed now was for this to become a fight. 

“Don’t. Just leave it.”

She stepped back and with one last huff the boy left with his head held high.  

“I’m sorry-” 

“It’s not your fault.” She said as you looked at your shoes. 

“I know… but I can’t help but feel responsible.”

“Well you shouldn’t.” She told you, cupping your face and cutting off any more of your protesting with another kiss to your lips before turning up the steps to her house. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

~

Sam and Dean were still awake when you shuffled in through the door, trying to poorly plaster a smile on your face. Of course they were, they wouldn’t sleep until they knew you were safely in bed at the motel. Sam was typing away on his laptop at the table while Dean had sprawled himself out on the bed with a box of pizza and was watching shitty tv. 

“There she is!” Dean said when he saw you in the doorway. “How was it?”

You shrugged, trying to keep up a happy facade. “It was good.”

“What’s the matter, kiddo?” Sam frowned as he shut his laptop and crossed the room to sit on the bed. 

“Nothing.”

“Y/N.”

“I told you. It’s nothing.”

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Did things not work out between the two of you?” Dean asked.

“No. No. It’s not that.”

“Then what?” your eldest brother pressed.

“Someone said something.” You admitted, eyes finally brimming with tears that you had tried so desperately hard to keep from escaping. The boys words had made you feel so... wrong. “The boy from the diner. Called us names. Said we were ‘freaks’”

“He what?” Dean clenched his fists, but Sam shut him down with one look as you began to cry. 

“Oh kid” Sam said, pulling you close to his chest. “You’re not a freak. Don’t listen to him.”

“But I am, Sammy.” 

“No.” Dean shut you down quickly. “Don’t say that Y/N. You are perfect just the way you are.”

Sam agreed. “Exactly. Who cares what that guy thinks, Y/N?”

“Me?” you sniffled “I don’t want people to treat me differently-”

“We’re not gonna treat you differently. You think we’d really do that, Kid? We’re your brothers.” Sam asked gently. 

“Exactly. You don’t see us treating Charlie any differently, do you?”

“No.” you moved your head away from Sam’s shirt which was now covered in your tears to see Dean moving closer to you. 

“We love you unconditionally, sweetheart.” He said and he wrapped you up in his arms, placing his chin atop your head. “Nothing you could tell us is ever going to change that. Nothing.”

[moonshynecybin]

hmmm idk if this is anything, but rosquez as romcom co stars that keep getting cast together even though they hateee each other but the chemistry is too good?

this is fun because like. it keeps some of my favorite little rosquez saw traps and wraps them up for me like a little treat. forced proximity public pda and EXTREME media scrutiny kind of their bread and butter tbh. make them crazy make them kiss im watching like tashi in the hotel scene in challengers

like marc as a young tom cruise esque (sorry. SORRY. im sorryyyyy) action star who does all of his own stunts loves the physicality of acting loves getting to pretend to do crazy stuff and be a HEROOOO but still kind of plays the same exact character every time. BIG smile always standing on apple boxes to make himself seem taller as he attempts to generate chemistry with whatever actress is his badly written love interest of the day (marc would be SO good in the mission impossible movies im sorry he WOULD be like. can i parachute off of a motorcycle into a ravine please please please youre NOTHING. santi is his extremely stressed stunt coordinator. lmao.) versus vale who came up doing indie movies as a teen in the 90s (his lil face would DOMINATE gay cinephile gifset tumblr) before launching himself to super stardom with a string of successful comedies and sort of settling into that because its easy... secretly frustrated no one will let him bust out his drama chops... BIG chip on his shoulder here a la leaving honda for yamaha etc

so eventually both of them are getting a little tired of being pigeon holed. and decide 2 book a serious ass gay romantic drama. they are tired of being hailed as the kings of fiction for the masses and they want to win at acting!! they get into the chemistry read (marc is still pretty young i think) and its. insane. INSTANT. james dean and marlon brando levels of ARE YOU TWO FUCKING?? but they literally just met. and marc has been a fan of vale's forever but not just the comedies also his earlier dramatic stuff (apocalyptic little gay crush) and they have similar taste in movies and vale is sooooo funny and it is OFF to the races. like. i cannot emphasize this enough they are fucking the WHOLE time. every scene in this movie its just leaping off the screen... they go in to film and its like that BTS clip of the americans where the director was having matthew rhys and keri russell do a sex scene and theyre suspiciously comfortable pretending to 69 and he turns to his assistant and just goes. oh yeah these guys have fucked. they are wayyyy to comfy hitching the other's pussy into their face lmao. just fucking going for it. the director is like hey guys. can you tone it down a little. marc biggggg smile okayyyyyy :3

and the movie comes out and they attend the premiere all smiley and bouncy and feeling really good about the project and then, theyy watch it. and its like. uh oh! not a lot of acting happening there ! um. best performance of either of their careers and they both look at it an can identify all the points they werent acting like evil little signal flares.... and vale shuts marc out HARD yadayadayada the Usual Rosquez Breakup Ensues.... until they both get cast in a revival of the brokeback mountain stage play and shit pops off in the most nuclear explosion of horny heartbreak to ever hit the STAGE…

[haley-harrison]

tbh the main cause of shipping wars is that jackles is too good at his job. Man has convincing chemistry with most of his coworkers, so depending on which scenes you focus on, you can gather a convincing argument for your ship of choice.

like if you look just at the first three seasons, j2 have such insane chemistry you have to be blind not to notice. (case in point, even my mother, who is otherwise a normal 62-y-o was like 'well that's not a normal brother relationship'). add the lack of significant alternative options, and it's clear why the early days had so many wincest shippers. Like, duh. You see two hot guys who look at each other with adoration (and lip-licking), brain's gonna ship. Fiction isn't reality anyway.

However, then comes s4. Now, I think Misha is awesome and funny and great, and obviously he and Jensen hit it off. Enough that it shows on screen. That said, the script was still written as Kripke intended, which is that Sam and Dean are obsessed with each other.

Because it's a fact, that Kripke read Siken's Crush, and also On the Road, and wrote Sam and Dean very much under that influence. And if you read either of those, you know they're about gay lovers.

So. There's a conflict between the script (which is samdean coded), and the acting (where jenmish actually gets more and more intense with time).

And the thing is, both sides of the fandom have solid 'evidence' on why their ship is (practically) canon. And it sucks to see people actually fight and insult each other.

I am a multishipper: I have an OTP but I see the appeal of other pairings and occasionally read those too. And I wish we could all see that plurality of opinions is good. Fiction is meant to be discussed, there isn't one correct answer.

At the end of the day, we're here to have fun with this trash show (affectionate), so maybe let's do that without judging?

[deancaspinefest]

Books, Pies, and Roommates

Author: seidenapfel | Artist: Kit Shay

Posting on Sunday March 17

Everything seemed so easy when Castiel landed a job in Lawrence as a literature professor at Kansas University. He even found a place to stay with his cousin in Topeka, less than thirty miles away. But the daily commute quickly gets on his nerves and he begins looking for a little room in town. When he finally lucks out on a house, it comes with a catch. His mysterious landlord/housemate works and lives in Topeka during the week, and will only be in Lawrence for the weekend while Castiel is back at his cousin’s to honor a promise he made. When Dean walks into his favorite pie shop, the new sales assistant takes his breath away. Steve is gorgeous, and part of the owner’s family. Dean doesn’t even mind that Steve picks up Gabriel’s stupid moniker for him. After all, Deano has one syllable more, and Dean will do anything to hear Steve’s voice just a little bit longer. Though, as breathtaking Steve might be, he isn't Angel. If only Dean's book-loving best friend for over a decade weren't a mystery in himself — a guy who Dean has only met online, but who has slowly taken his heart away. And it seems that Dean isn't alone in his feelings. When the lines blur and fantasies merge three guys into one, disappointment and heartbreak seem to be inevitable.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

“Dude! You did what?”

“I found you a new roommate,” Sam explained and Dean knew his brother was rolling his eyes. “As you asked me to.”

“Yeah, I heard you,” Dean muttered. “And well, I did, but duh? Did you take the first one that came along?

The silence at the other end of the line was enough of an answer.

“Seriously? The first one? You pick the first Tom, Dick, and Harry that walks into my home?” Dean couldn’t believe it. “You didn’t even—”

“His name is Castiel. And he’s nice,” Sam cut in, defending himself.

Nice?

Before Dean could interrupt him, Sam continued, “So, get this, Castiel is actually in the same predicament as you are. He lives in Topeka, but teaches at KU and he’s already fed up with his daily commute to campus.”

“Castiel? What a mouthful of a name is that?” Dean grumbled.

“As far as I know it’s the name of an angel,” his brother answered calmly, taking none of Dean’s shit.

“Angel?” Dean huffed while another Angel came to his mind. Shaking his head to clear the thought away, he went on, “You telling me the guy is some religious weirdo?”

Sam laughed and Dean could literally hear another eye roll. “Don’t worry. I don’t think that should be a problem. Quite the contrary. He seemed very interested in our library. Or, more precisely, /your/ part of the library.”

Dean huffed. “That’s most of it anyway, dude.”

Groaning, Sam ignored him and went on. “I don’t think he realized how obvious he was when he skimmed through the titles of your collection of gay pulp.”

“Hey, it ain’t gay pulp, not all of it,” Dean protested.

“Pulp, romance, literature — whatever. You can’t deny it’s kinda gay.”

Dean laughed before teasing, “Just kinda?” Even though his brother couldn’t see him, he wiggled his brows.

“How would I know? I haven’t even touched half of it,” Sam backpedaled and Dean laughed even louder. “Somehow I need to keep my sanity,” his brother shot back. Then it hit Dean. “Wait, you showed this guy, this—”

“Castiel,” Sam offered helpfully.

“Whatever,” Dean snapped. “You showed him the library?”

“Dean, he lives there now. Of course, I showed him around. Besides, how do you think I should have hidden the shelves in the living room? You’re not very subtle with your interests.”

Subtle? Dammit, it was his home, for fuck’s sake. “Still, the library? And you let him stay? Alone at home?”

“Yes, because that’s what happens when you rent your house, dude.” Dean could see his brother’s bitchface in his mind. “Do I need to remind you that you were the one who asked me to take care of the viewings?”

“Goddammit, Sammy,” Dean grouched. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before giving in, “Yeah. Sorry. I did. But that didn’t mean that you decide who lives with me.”

“I don’t know. He just seemed… perfect.”

(continue reading on Ao3 on Sunday March 17)

[narrynukezankielover]

I know this scene in ep 17 has been talked about before but what I found interesting is that Naomi is talking like she’s getting Cas ready for when he finds the angel tablet and he’ll be forced to kill whoever is with him. She doesn’t specify Dean or Sam yet of course Cas is forced to kill hundreds of Dean clones. This tells me that she assumes Cas will be with Dean whether it’s because he’ll need help and she knows he’s the one Cas will go to because he trusts Dean or Dean wouldn’t let Cas do it by himself and will go with Cas.

Sam is surprised that Dean prayed to Cas even though he’s calling him an ass. Obviously Sam doesn’t know that Dean has prayed to Cas hundreds of times since he prayed to him every night in purgatory and a bunch of times before and after. It’s only now that Sam realizes that there’s something wrong with Cas yet Dean knew as soon as Cas came back. So Dean knows something is wrong and that’s what’s makeing Cas act weird yet he still trusts Cas to watch over Sam. It’s amazing because Dean isn’t a religious person and he has no faith in god or the other angels. All his hope and faith is in Cas. If Cas dies his hope and faith is gone and he can barely function.

This scene is amazing. One of the best scenes I’ve seen so far in terms of acting and storyline. Dean tells Cas to get the angel tablet Cas will have to kill him first. That’s usually something someone says if they are planning to fight back yet Dean does nothing but let Cas hit him. It’s beautiful that they won’t fight each other even in a situation like this where Cas is being mind controlled. Then there’s Deans speech. I know you. It’s me. We’re family. We need you (swallow). I need you. The I know you and it’s me is saying the same thing I just said Dean knows Cas wouldn’t intentionally hurt him of all people. Then the we’re family. That’s a big thing for Dean. It means I trust you, I’d die for you and I know you feel the same way. First he said we need you as in him and Sam needs Cas as an angel but then he swallows and gets the courage to say I need you. This is also big. Dean has said this to Cas before but it was different. Before it was a I need you in my life whether you’re an angel or not. This time it was clearly Dean not haveing the courage to say I love you but the next best thing. This time it’s more about their profound bond as Cas said. I know originally Dean was supposed to say I love you but I personally don’t think he’s ready to say that yet. Then Cas goes to fix Dean but Dean doesn’t know if Cas is going to kill him or what he’s going to do yet all Dean does is grab Cas arm.

The beginning of ep 18. Sam asks Dean if there was anything he wanted to talk about and what had happened with Cas. Dean said like my feelings? Sam said sure if that’s what you want to talk about. Sounds like Sam knows about Deans feelings for Cas and is letting him know that he’s willing to listen. This look was Dean realizing Sam knows but there’s no way he’s talking about it yet.

Lastly I just want to share this. I had a conversation with my friend a few days ago and she watched Supernatural just not the last season (it’s not on netflix or it wasn’t when she was watching it). She also isn’t on tumblr or instagram and hasn’t watched any of the con interviews so she has no idea about what people say about the show. She’s half homophobic. She doesn’t mind gay guys but she doesn’t want to see it. I asked her what she thinks Deans sexuality is. She said bi. I asked if it was because she knows I’m a Destiel fan but she said no it’s pretty obvious considering the scenes. Then I told her about Cas confession speech and how Dean was supposed to say I love you and a bunch of other stuff that was supposed to happen and how the changes didn’t change Destiel at all and she said I knew it.

[tiktaalic]

The crazy dean criterion collection: curated by ME!

Crazy in this parlance. means. “sam gives dean a strange look" natural. recommendations welcome. i dont read a lot of fic so there are maybe 5 on here. here we go.

ROMANTIC THEORY - 2STREET2CAR

“It was an accident,” Dean insists, as soon as they hear from Bobby. They’re sitting at a diner halfway back to the hotel room and these are the first real words Dean has spoken. “I know it was. He didn’t mean to.” Sam stares at him. “He?” “Castiel?” Dean says, shrugs. “Boy name, right?” “Are you insane?” Sam blurts out.

CHEAPEST ROOM IN THE HOUSE - BIGGAYBENNY

“Why is the app on Dean’s phone? Why is someone messaging you on Dean’s phone?” Sam asks and Dean knows Sam’s staring at him even as he stares at the page in front of him with an intensity he hasn’t had all afternoon. When no one answers, Sam tries again. “What –?” Irritation flares like electricity through Dean and it’s only that spark of anger that gets his words out. “I’m just helping him out, Sam! Jesus, he’s – he was – he’s an angel. Celestial intent! How is he meant to know what Grindr is? How to – how to – to talk to guys, how is he –” “Dude,” Sam says emphatically, placating him with wide eyes, holding his hands up. “Okay, okay. Listen, I know you’re not –”

THE DEAN WINCHESTER BEAT SHEET - SALTYFEATHERS

Sam snorts and puts down his phone. His bed creaks as he gets comfortable. “So, what’s up with Cas?” “What do you mean?” Dean says. “Nothing. Just, like, what’s his deal?” For all the fretting he did over this trip, Dean never once thought to prepare an answer for this question. So when he blurts out, “Well, he’s gay,” the only person he can be disappointed in is himself. “Uh, okay,” Sam says. “I was looking for more of a big picture type-thing, but I guess we can start there, too.”

BUILT TO ROAM - SLEEPYVAN

They both throw the ball, Cas controlling Dean’s swing with his own arms and his own legs, strong and firm at his back. If he’s a shifter, he could kill me right now, Dean thinks, and stays put right where he is. He releases the ball and they both watch as the ball travels straight towards the pins, hitting them with a good amount of force and knocking them all down. no sam pull quote for this one. but trust he would have things to say about the bowling alley.

TO BE RESTORED - SERENITYFAILS

"Nah, there's nothing wrong with it, if you like H&R Block chic. I'm just saying, if I was reborn as a hot chick I'd want to show off a little." The matching looks Sam and Cas give him make his cheeks burn. "What?" Dean tosses his hands indignantly. "You're telling me if you were a woman you wouldn't want to look hot?" "I can honestly say I haven't give it much thought, Dean," Sam says, looking like he's about to ask Dean if there's anything else he wants to admit to, and Dean doesn't want to give him the satisfaction, so he climbs inside the car and turns the music up before Sam can open his pinched little mouth again.

that's all i got boss. if you've read something where dean is Crazy drop it in my inbox.

[endofradio]

FRAGMENTS OF FEAR — CHAPTER 6: END OF THE NIGHT

PROLOGUE | CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5

WARNINGS: gore mentions

NOTES: sorry that it took so long for me to post this 😭😭😭 i’ve had a lot going on and ended up deciding to rewrite this chapter midway through it.

also, frank knows something crucial about sylvie that the others don’t… BUT i won’t spoil it 🥱 that shall be revealed during the last few chapters

SUMMARY: sammy wakes up sylvie in the middle of the night to help her investigate some mysterious noises she’s been hearing. turns out, something is very, very wrong.

WORD COUNT: 2,088

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“Ava, wake up!”

Sylvie’s eyes fluttered open to see that she was in bed all alone… naked. What? She looked up to see Sammy standing there, holding a flashlight. She looked… afraid.

“Sammy, what’s goin’ on…?” Sylvie groggily asked, slowly sitting up and covering herself with the blanket.

“I can’t sleep. I’ve been hearing noises. Can you… help me look?”

Sylvie sighed, rubbing her eyes. “I need to sleep, Sammy. Can’t you go look yourself?”

“I’m… scared. What if there’s something?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like… I don’t know. Something scary. What if this place is haunted? I mean… it looks like it could be. It’s giving me the creeps.”

“Fine. I’ll help you look, but I’m going back to sleep afterward.”

Sammy breathed out a sigh of relief. Sylvie reached over the bed, seeing that her clothes were scattered around on the floor. Then… it hit her. Right.

“What the hell happened?” Sammy then asked, directing the flashlight toward the mess of clothes on the floor.

“Don’t worry about it,” Sylvie muttered. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

As Sammy headed out of the bedroom, Sylvie switched the lamp on, climbed out of bed, and put her clothes back on, adjusting her hair a bit. Once she was ready, she headed out of the bedroom, seeing Sammy standing by the wall. Now that she was able to see Sylvie more clearly thanks to the light in the hallway, she raised an eyebrow, gesturing to her neck.

“What are… those?”

“Huh?”

“Your neck,” Sammy explained. “You’ve got some… uh… marks.”

Sylvie sighed, now desperate to change the subject. “Don’t worry about it. Now, where are these noises coming from?”

Thankfully, her attempt at a topic change appeared to work.

“Downstairs, I think,” Sammy answered.

Sylvie slowly nodded. “Okay, good. We can go look there, then.”

As the pair walked over to the staircase, Sammy glanced at Sylvie with a worried expression on her face. “I wonder if it’s Dean.”

“How come?”

Sammy sighed. “Well, I was watching television, and I guess he thought it would be funny to try and prank me.” She explained, a hint of annoyance creeping into her voice. Then, she looked concerned again.

“These noises, though… I’m seriously getting some bad vibes. I could’ve sworn that I heard somebody fucking screaming downstairs. I can’t think of a reason Dean would do some bullshit like that.”

The two slowly started to make their way down the stairs, and that was when Sammy looked over at Sylvie again, her eyebrow raised.

“So, what the hell is it with you and Frank?”

Sylvie paused, feeling her chest start to tighten. She really did not want to talk about any of this.

“Why do you want to know?” She questioned, her tone coming off as a bit defensive. “There’s… nothing going on between us.”

Sammy shrugged, continuing to walk down the stairs. “I mean, I did see him shoving his tongue down your throat earlier.”

Sylvie sighed as she tried to ignore Sammy. Unfortunately, that didn’t work. She continued to pester Sylvie.

“You guys fucked, didn’t you? I mean, honestly, I’m surprised. I never thought that Frank out of all people would actually—”

“Can you please drop it?”

“… Sorry.”

Eventually, Sammy and Sylvie reached the bottom of the stairs. Now, they just had to figure out what the hell happened.

“Dean?” Sammy called out as she started to wander around, surveying the area for anything that seemed suspicious. “Dean, are you there?”

When there was no response, Sammy let out a frustrated groan. She continued searching until she noticed the door leading into the kitchen was open. Maybe Dean was in there?

“This better not be some sick joke…” she grumbled, before turning around to look at Sylvie. “Let’s check the kitchen.”

Sylvie followed Sammy into the kitchen, instantly feeling a sense of unease. The place looked… depressing, at least for a fancy mansion. There were also rats scurrying about.

“Ugh, this is— wait, Dean?”

At Sammy’s voice, Sylvie quickly glanced in her direction. At the kitchen table sat Dean, who appeared to be sleeping… but something seemed off. He was completely motionless. He looked like he was sleeping, but Sylvie was quick to notice that he didn’t appear to be breathing.

“Dean, what are you— oh my God, what the fuck?!”

Sammy let out a terrified shriek, and Sylvie flinched when she saw her holding Dean’s bloodied severed head in her hands. Sammy quickly turned around to look at Sylvie, her expression one of complete terror.

“Sammy, what the fuck happened?” Sylvie asked, her eyes widening.

“His head fell off… Dean’s head just fucking… fell off!”

Panicked, Sammy quickly dropped Dean’s head, dashing to the bathroom to vomit. While Sammy was in the bathroom, Sylvie slowly and carefully walked over to where Dean’s decapitated body was, still slumped in the chair. She brought her hand to her mouth, feeling nothing but… shock, and also terror. How the hell had this even happened?

As much as she didn’t want to look, Sylvie couldn’t tear her gaze from Dean’s body, trying to see if she could piece anything together. Instead of his head, there was just a bloody stump.

Sylvie didn’t feel safe here anymore.

A person had to have killed Dean, which meant that there was clearly a fucking murderer in the mansion. The real question was… who the hell did it? It looked as though some kind of animal had done it, but why was Dean propped up in the chair like that? At least to Sylvie, it seemed intentional. Besides, what kind of animal in the mansion could’ve done something like that? So far, Sylvie had only seen rats in this place.

Sammy had also mentioned noises… those noises could’ve been the result of some kind of struggle.

Either way, whatever the hell happened, Sylvie just knew that something was seriously wrong.

Sammy eventually rushed out of the bathroom, practically on the verge of hyperventilating. She seemed really shaken up.

“What’s going on, Sammy?”

Sammy and Sylvie both looked to see Peter now standing in the kitchen, a concerned expression on his face. At a loss for words, Sammy simply gestured to Dean’s body to try and explain what the hell had just happened.

“His head fucking… fell off. Also… why do you have a dick on your face?”

Peter raised an eyebrow in confusion, reaching a hand to feel at his face. When he didn’t notice anything, he looked even more confused.

“What are you talking about?”

Sammy let out an exasperated sigh, shaking her head. “Nevermind. Don’t worry about it. Just… go get the others.”

“Okay…”

And with those words, Peter disappeared, leaving Sylvie and Sammy alone in the kitchen again with Dean’s mutilated corpse. Sammy had already thrown up, and now Sylvie felt like she was going to be the next person to be sick. This all felt like a nightmare that was coming to life.

Eventually, the rest of the group showed up. All of them looked quite concerned and confused, except for Frank. He just looked more annoyed than anything, which wasn’t surprising at all. When he noticed Dean’s body, though, he drew in a deep breath.

“The fuck is this?” He asked.

Sammy’s eyes nervously darted back to Dean’s body before she met Frank’s gaze. “Dean was just fucking killed.”

Shaking his head in disbelief, Frank’s gaze shifted from Sammy to Sylvie, and then back to Sammy. “What the fuck are you two doing down here, anyway?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” Sammy sheepishly answered. “I… asked Ava to help me. I heard noises.”

Frank let out a scoff. “Well, you just had to go check it out, huh?”

“I was scared, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever. What I would like to know is what the fuck happened here?”

Sammy looked away from Frank again. “I wish I knew.”

Sylvie sighed, looking up at Frank. “Well, what do you think happened?”

Frank stared at Dean’s headless body before letting out a humorless chuckle. “The fuck do I know?” He snarkily asked. “What does it look like to you?”

“Almost like an animal tore him apart. Like… it just doesn’t seem… human, but a person had to have done it anyway. I’ve only seen rats here.”

Sylvie’s explanation seemed to put everybody on edge, especially Frank and Rickles. Frank let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. He almost seemed more nervous than Rickles was, or Rickles was just better at hiding it.

“No, no, no. I’m not fu— we’re not fuckin’ going there. We are not going there. We’re not doing this shit.”

Sylvie narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean?”

Rickles let out a sigh, figuring that he might as well do the explaining. “I heard a story once…” he began. “Three of Lazar’s top guys got pinched a few years ago. The FBI flipped ‘em.”

As Sylvie listened to Rickles’ retelling of the story, she began to feel sick with nerves. Now that she thought about it, the story seemed vaguely familiar. Just hearing Lazar’s name made her anxious, especially since now she knew for sure that he was real and not some bullshit urban myth.

The more Rickles said, the more paranoid Sylvie started to feel. Decapitation, dismemberment… if Rickles was saying what she thought he was saying…

“That’s his signature. Valdez. He’s a fucking animal. And there was no way in and out of that room except for the front door or the twenty-third-story window.”

“No, no…” Sylvie quietly whispered. She started to pace around the kitchen nervously, a million thoughts running through her mind. Valdez is not real. He is not fucking real. It’s just a story, that’s all. Nothing more.

“So, how’d he do it?” Sammy then asked. “Kinda sounds like bullshit to me, really. How would he have been able to get through the window?”

“It’s not fuckin’ bullshit.” Frank scoffed in irritation. “That’s not the first time I heard that story…”

Sylvie stopped her pacing, drawing in a trembling breath. “He’s… he’s right… it’s not bullshit…”

“You’ve heard that story, too?” Sammy asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sylvie slowly nodded. She caught Frank glancing at her for a moment, a small smirk on his face. What the hell was that for?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked defensively.

Frank looked away from her, shrugging. “Nevermind.”

Sylvie glanced back at Sammy. “This isn’t the first time I’ve heard that story, either. We… we all need to be careful. Really careful.”

“Lambert would be out of his fucking mind if Valdez is here,” Joey said.

Frank then gestured for the group to follow him.

“We’re checking on the girl.”

Frank was leading the way up the stairs, pointing his gun as though he was expecting danger to be lurking just around the corner.

“Alright, let’s game this out,” he said. “If Valdez or anyone else is in here, that means Lambert gave us up. And I don’t buy that.”

“Or,” Joey suggested, “Lazar got to him and beat our location out of him.”

Frank snapped his head around, staring at Joey with an incredulous look. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” He asked. “Lambert is a meticulous motherfucker. He’s very, very careful. If he gave us up, that means either one of us did it, or Valdez is in here, and he did it.”

“Or one of us is Valdez,” Joey added.

One of us is Valdez.

Sylvie tried to think. Out of everyone here, she only knew Frank, but she couldn’t picture anybody — including Frank — being responsible for what happened to Dean. Nothing was making any sense.

Once the group reached Abigail’s room, Frank opened the door. The girl was just sitting on the bed, and when she heard the door open, she looked up in slight fear. “Hello?”

Quickly, Frank closed the door, turning to face the group. “She’s fine.”

Rickles, however, wasn’t convinced. “Just because she’s still in there doesn’t mean that Valdez is not here.”

That was when Rickles decided that he didn’t want to be part of this mission anymore. Sylvie wasn’t too far from dropping out, either.

“I’m out,” Rickles said, turning around to leave. As he stepped down the stairs, he looked behind him at Frank for a moment. “You coming?”

Frank simply just scoffed at the question, which was ironic considering he had been seconds away from leaving not that long ago.

Rickles continued to head downstairs, figuring that he wouldn’t waste any more time.

“Suit yourself.”

[coffeebeans18]

Drinking together

Warnings: swearing, sex

Some kinky shit

Y/n's POV

I'm at the bar, drinking with some guy that I've never met before. He seems nice, but I'm keeping my distance. You know...except for accepting drinks from him.

But it's ok. I'm watching the bar tender make the drinks. This guy doesn't even touch them. He just asks me what I want, and tells the bar tender. He doesn't seem that bad. Maybe he just needed a drinking buddy.

As far as I know, he's here by himself. Maybe he just needed somebody to sit and drink with him. Maybe I needed the same. It's been a long week.

Guy: So, what brings a chick like you to a place like this?

We've been talking, but he hasn't asked me anything personal yet. But I don't know if I count that as a personal question.

Y/n: Long week. You?

Guy: Weird brother.

Y/n: You got one of those, too? I'm glad I'm not alone.

Guy: Mine has a drinking problem. What's wrong with yours?

(This is placed in Sam's demon blood era)

Y/n: Mine stole my boyfriend. I never had a problem with him being gay, until then.

I didn't think that would make him spit his drink out, in a fit of laughter. Maybe it's funny from somebody else's perspective. But it still hurts me.

Y/n: Dude.

Guy: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

He finishes laughing.

Guy: I really needed that laugh. I'm sorry about your boyfriend, though.

Y/n: It's ok. I didn't think we were gonna work out anyway.

Guy: That sucks. I'm Dean, by the way.

Y/n: I'm Y/n. You can call me Y/n/n.

Dean: It's nice to meet you, Y/n/n. You want another drink?

Y/n: I've actually had enough for the night. I should go home and check on my cat.

Dean: It was nice talking to you. I hope these you around, before I leave town.

Damn. I meet a cool guy, and he's about to leave town? Just my luck.

Y/n: I hope to see you, too. Later, Dean.

He nods and I start leaving. Of course, a guy starts following me to the door. And no, it isn't Dean. I wish it was, but it's not. It's some dork, who's mother obviously never taught him personal space. I try to ignore him, and keep walking, but he eventually grabs my shoulder, causing me turn around to face him.

Y/n: Can I help you?

Guy: Give me your number.

Oh he's drunk. Reeeeeealy drunk.

Y/n: No. You're drunk. You should go.

Guy: Or maybe you could give me your-

Dean: Or maybe you could leave her alone. She already said no. So get lost.

Guy: Damn. You could've told me you had a boyfriend.

He huffs and walks away. He might've been a dork, but he was a really big dork. I'm glad Dean was here when he was. I probably wouldn't have been able to fight that other guy off.

Y/n: Thank you.

Dean: Don't worry about it. I forgot to give you my number.

He hands me a piece of paper, with his number on it. Awesome. I got the cool guy's number. Maybe my night's actually gonna go somewhere good.

Y/n: Thanks. I was wondering how I'd find you again.

Dean: You got a ride?

Y/n: No. I was just gonna call a cab.

Dean: Or I can give you a ride. My car's outside.

Y/n: I spent all night with you. I think I trust you enough to give me a ride.

I let him take me home, and invite him inside. One thing leads to another, and now we're in my bedroom, where he's letting me do whatever I want to him. Of course, there are some things that I still ask permission to do. Like putting his dick inside me.

Y/n: Can I?

Dean: Whatever you want.

Y/n: I'll take that as a yes.

I put it in me, and start riding him. I'm not used to being the dominant one. I'm not sure if I'm doing it right. The guy is always on top of me. Not the other way around. But I guess there's a first time for everything.

This actually isn't that bad. Being dominant for once. I'm riding him, and he's moaning my name. I'm hitting just the right spot with his dick, causing myself to moan his name.

Y/n: Fuck, Dean.

Dean: You're doing great. Riding me like a champ.

He might be the sub in this, but he still talks like a dom. Maybe he's not used to his role in this, either.

Y/n: Oh fuck. I'm gonna-

Dean: Cum for me, Baby.

He sure does have a way with words. A way that makes me cum. He pulls himself out of me, and cums on my bedsheet.

Dean: You lay down, I'll clean this up.

He gets up from where he was laying. He leaves the room for a second, going in to my bathroom, and coming back with a wet towel. He cleans me off, and wipes off the sheet as best as he can. Then he lays down with me, holding me in his arms.

Don't let strangers take you home from the bar. But Dean's a good stranger. I'm glad I let him take me home.

Dean: You ready for round two?

Y/n: Fuck yeah, I'm ready for round two.

Mr. Mittens: Meow?

Y/n: After I feed my cat and close the door.

[envythemouse]

All-time Sam/Dean recs

Plotty:

Intertextuality by doctor__idiot

Summary: It starts out as a joke. Sam has no other excuse than boredom. And maybe a little pettiness.

Envy’s notes: Sam gets annoyed when Dean keeps trying to flirt with girls they come across. The solution? Flirt with Dean himself.

Another Go Round by KassandraScarlett

Summary: Someone sends Dean back to 2009, with a mission: change the past, change the present, so the apocalypse never happens.

Dean leaves behind a Croatoan-ridden world, only to stumble into the one person he's always loved more than anything else.

Or:

Zachariah doesn't send Dean to 2014. Instead, Chuck sends the Dean of the future to 2009.

Envy’s notes: Sam Winchester/apocalyptic Dean is the best ship we have in the fandom so I had to put it on the list. Apocalyptic Dean gets sent to 2009 right after Sam tries to kill himself to get away from Lucifer. This Dean knows what it’s like to truly lose his other half and so treats Sam with the love he deserves. I love affectionate Sam/Dean. Even better, other Dean watches it all happen and is jealous of himself.

Sincerely, Sam by Samcursed

Summary: Sam Winchester is praying for death.

Dean's already gone after sacrificing himself to take out Amara and Sam's losing more and more of himself each day at Lady Bevell's hands. He's reached his limit. Then suddenly he finds himself in 1998 and the sole focus of a supernatural lawyer who has one very firm request; She needs Sam to cure a demon. Dad, Dean, and Bobby won't let him out of their sights and Sam has enough to juggle with the swarm of supernatural creatures who think the Boy King has come back to take his crown.

Envy’s notes: Older Sam and younger Sam switch places so it has younger Dean/older Sam in the past and younger Sam/older Dean in the future. Sam uses his powers in this and the demons rebel because their boyking has arrived, some demons are trying to break the seals decades earlier because Lucifer has also noticed Sam’s presence. Oh and Sam think his Dean is dead and wants to join him.

The Truth In The Lie by flawedamythyst

Summary: Sam and Dean pretend to be gay lovers while they hunt a monster on a bus tour of Nova Scotia.

Envy’s notes: Lots of physical affection and damn do I love these original characters. Sam and Dean go undercover as a couple on a bus tour for gay men, they do a lot of sightseeing. There’s this guy hitting on Sam and he has no idea because he can’t read signals, but Dean does notice.

Pacified by Parroticat (hanover)

Summary: Set in season 7 after they've got Lucifer out of Sam's head. Sam starts having nightmares, waking up every night screaming himself hoarse, weak and exhausted. Dean fixes it the only way that has ever worked, no matter how embarrassing Sam finds it.

Envy’s notes: Sam starts wetting the bed after going to hell, Dean takes care of it. Not a kinky fic, just hurt/comfort.

073 – Barry by ani_coolgirl

Summary: In remembrance of the life and times of Barry Cook. Sam remembers perhaps a bit too much.

Envy’s notes: In which Barry helped Sam find out his sexuality and knew Sam’s brother was also Sam’s first crush. When Sam tells Dean about Barry, he realises Sam has feelings for him.

For You to Me are the Only One by flowerofnettles

Summary: Classic trope, Winchester Drama version—Before the boys hit her with witch-killin’ bullets, the monster of the week puts a curse on Dean: either he has sex within five days, or his heart will give out. The catch? The curse was designed to make its target violent during sex, and naturally Dean refuses to put anyone’s life at risk to save his own. As the fifth day gets closer, a desperate Sam makes the choice for them both, by offering (with a little help from Castiel’s angel powers) the only person he’s willing to risk at Dean’s hands: himself. Only when it ends they’ve got bigger problems, because Sam never expected that a few nights pretending to be a stranger volunteering to take care of Dean could lead to such shocking discoveries about himself, his brother, and the strength of the bond tying their souls together.

Envy’s notes: Not as smutty as it sounds. It has a lot of feels also. Hidden identity!Sam/cursed Dean. It’s all very consensual (except for Dean not knowing it’s Sam). It’s over 50k words so you can spend the night reading it.

It's Just Research by brokenlittleboy

Summary: Sam becomes obsessed with the "wincest" shippers on the forums for fans of Carver Edlund's "Supernatural." Dean finds out.

Envy’s notes: Sam starts reading wincest and then becomes a fanfiction writer because what better way to let all those feelings out?

Well Jung by alwaysthrowsscissors

Summary: The brothers are faced with their broken relationship in the aftermath of Gadreel’s possession and Kevin’s death. In an act of desperation, they go to couple’s therapy to try to work things out. It may bring them closer than they bargained for. This fic starts off funny and becomes more intimate and serious as the boys navigate their first time and process it with their therapist.

Envy’s notes: Sam and Dean go to a couple’s therapist to fix their relationship, they misunderstand some of their therapist’s advice.

Sam’s brow got further and further stitched as he looked at article after article. “She can’t possibly have meant this.”

“What do you mean?"

“It’s all...sex stuff," Sam said, crinkling his nose in disgust.

Baby Bird by TheQuietWings

Summary: Sam is sick, and Dean has some… unconventional methods to make him eat.

Envy’s notes: Dean feeds Sam mouth to mouth. Oddly sweet.

Embarrassing Crushes by Marie_Tomas

Summary: Sam and Dean get drunk and share a few embarrassing stories. When they ask each other about their most embarrassing crushes, the answers that they both give are kind of...surprising.

Envy’s notes: This one is really sweet and I love the way Dean reacts to Sam’s confession.

When This is Over, We Should Really Have Angry Sex by mjlove1 and oulfulsam

Summary: A Wincestous deleted scenes take on "Red Sky At Morning" S3 While Sam Dean & Bela are at the party Sam overhears something that leads to a very jealous miscommunication. Rated M for graphic Wincest in Ch2. 2-shot written w/ the wonderful& talented MJLove

Envy’s notes: Established wincest. Sam overhears what the guard says and thinks Dean actually slept with Bella.

023 – confession by ani_coolgirl

Summary: There are some things you can only say when you're alone. What Sam doesn't realize is that he's not alone.

Envy’s notes: Ghost!Dean hears Sam talking to his comatose body in S2:E01 Time of Dying. Why can they only be sweet to one another when one of them is dying??

Always My Pretty Baby by taiyou_nii_chan

Summary: Sam has always been Dean's "pretty baby" but years have gone by and he hasn't been feeling "pretty" or "a baby" lately. Dean takes care of fixing that.

Envy’s notes: A personal favourite because Sam doesn’t get called pretty enough, it’s always Dean :(

017 – backfire by ani_coolgirl

Summary: Sam gets Dean back for the itching powder. It doesn't quite go like he planned.

Envy’s notes: Sam pranks Dean by making someone think they’re a couple. You can never go wrong with pretend relationship fics.

I Can't Forget the Time or Place Where We Just Met by alwaysthrowsscissors

Summary: Sam and Dean fall asleep on the couch, wake up cursed with amnesia, and assume they're in a relationship. After exploring their surroundings, they can't keep their hands off each other any longer. The curse breaks mid-sex.

Envy’s notes: Another one of my favourite tropes. Both have amnesia and assume they’re a couple.

Hell changes people by blueingaround

Summary: After Sam almost sees Dean die in that barn, he can't quite shake the feeling that something's going to happen if he loses sight of him. He had never wanted to be as close to his brother as now. He can't take his eyes off him. After weeks of recovery, Dean wants to go back to hunting, but Sam wants him to just stay home. He knows the way he feels about his brother is wrong, but after hell, Sam finds it difficult to remember social norms.

aka Sam is struggling after Dean's recovery and they go on a hunt together. Some monster is hunting incestuous couples and some feelings are revealed. They decided to have sex to play bait for the monster and this turns out way more emotional than they both had expected it.

Envy’s notes: Sam has wanted to be closer to Dean ever since going to hell. Here’s one of my favourite pieces of dialogue:

“You're telling me you're fine with incest?”

“As long as no one's getting hurt? Sure.” Sam said, shrugging again. 

Dean was silent for a few seconds. Sam turned to look at him and saw his brother with a frown and his mouth slightly open in astonishment. 

“You're fucked in the head, Sam.”

“We both are.” He said. “It just seems I'm a little more messed up than you are. But that isn't news.”

Smutty:

Best Brother Ever by Mayalaen

Summary: Prompt fill for the request of Dean/Sam, dirty talk, virgin!Dean, coming untouched, massage, fingering, unexpected orgasm.

Dean is really sore after a hunt, and Sam offers a massage. Dean's first reaction is a big no, but his back is killing him, so he gives in. It turns out Sam's awesome at massages, and Sam knows what will help relax him even more.

Envy’s notes: Sexual healing, literally. Massage fics that lead to more are always great.

State Of Emergency by PerpetualCookie

Summary: Dodgeville, Michigan. January 2000.

The Winchesters get caught in the biggest snowstorm of the winter. Trapped in their motel room by drifts of snow six feet high, they’re more inside of each other’s pockets than normal.

John hears some things he wasn’t meant to hear.

Envy’s notes: Young Sam and Dean have sex while their dad is in the same room. John is not sleeping.

I'll Take Care of You by Katlover98

Summary: Ever since Toni Bevell mind fucked Sam he has had trouble getting it up. Dean tries to help him when he finds out and it leads to sexy time.

Envy’s notes: Dean helps a sexually frustrated Sam.

Every First Time by antarshakes

Summary: It all starts with a threesome, really. It all continues through threesomes. Then, it’s just minus one.

Envy’s notes: A pretty realistic way wincest could happen.

"Handsome, could you show Dean here what kind of kiss really turns a girl on, please?"

Cowboys and Indians by saltandbyrne

Summary: An account of the times Sam jizzed himself while Dean pinned his hands down, starting with a game of cowboys and indians.

Envy’s notes: Who knew a game of cowboys and indians could be so hot?

And the Truth Shall Set You Free by Nutkin

Summary: Sam gets hit with a truth spell, and Dean decides to do some digging. It turns out a surprising number of Sam's most embarrassing fantasies involve Dean. A very toppy Dean.

Envy’s notes: omg I love this one so much. Sam is under a truth spell, Dean asks him what crazy stuff he likes in bed and Sam is just like: you.

"What about me?"

"You on top of me." Sam swallowed, willing it to stop, but the words just kept tumbling out. "You holding me down."

[kittythelitter]

Thinking about a hypothetical episode of Community with the original 7 where Shirley brings one of her friends from church to Greendale, let's call her Mariah

This friend is a trans woman who is a devout Christian and because she's Christian Shirley listened to her about trans issues and stuff and decided if this nice Christian person wants to be addressed as a woman the Christian thing to do is to treat her like a woman and be respectful of how she wants to be addressed. Whether Shirley personally views Mariah as a woman is ambiguous.

Pierce doesn't clock her or even understand what's going on when the group discusses that she's trans, he just sees a hot new lady and is constantly sexually harassing her and she calls him a chaser which he decides is a new word for like a pick up artist and starts self identifying with it and ends up having his own mostly off screen adventure about it.

Britta immediately outs herself as a terf but gets all her terf talking points slightly wrong. Her whole arc is just her talking herself in circles until she sees Mariah experience transmisogyny and is like. Actually what defines a woman is suffering in society as a result of your gender which means trans women are women. But at the end of the episode she meets Mariah's boyfriend who is also trans and sees someone be transphobic to him and is like. But if you're suffering aren't you also a woman? And that's the very end of the episode so instead of a resolution about it we just leave Britta to whatever she's debating with herself and move on.

Jeff doesn't have an opinion of trans people going in but defends trans people just to disagree with Britta, but as he argues in defense of trans people he manages to get really into what he's saying and ends up doing some public speaking for a trans rights group on campus. (The Dean is there just because Jeffrey is there being all eloquent and manly, half learns terminology and starts referring to himself as "Dean-der Fluid" and "non-dean-ery".) A trans guy talks to Jeff about his hair and his workout routine and Jeff realizes he and the trans guys at the event have a lot in common in terms of how they perform masculinity in order to get others to see them the way they see themselves/want to be seen.

Abed similarly spends time talking with the trans group about performing gender among other things and knowing yourself even when others don't understand you or want to change you. They complain about transphobia in tv and he admits that community has had some transphobic bits and talks with them about better representation and problematic stereotypes and tries to get one of them to stay on as a series regular in order to make community a better more representative show.

Troy and Annie both try to figure out if being attracted to Mariah makes them gay. They both come to the conclusion that Mariah is a woman so Annie is probably some kind of queer and Troy is still not gay for being attracted to her. They both go to the event with Jeff and Abed.

Troy meets a really hot trans guy and is like. Okay i am attracted to men. And then we see flashbacks of him clearly flirting with and/or going on dates with guys since he got to Greendale and just not realizing it. He, rather than having a bi crisis has a "I had a chance with all those hotties and i blew it" crisis before hitting on the trans guy who he thought was flirting with him but who was actually under the impression that troy and abed were a couple and was trying to figure out if they'd be down for a 3-way.

Meanwhile Annie starts doing research with the pamphlets laid out at the events to figure out what kind of queer she is and every time it cuts back to her theres more and more queers around her flirting with her. Including some butch lesbians, some nonbinary people, and some trans guys who are all enamoured with her sweet femme charm. (We get snippets of conversations that have things like compulsory heterosexuality, different flavors of bi, asexuality etc) she turns up at the end with a lesbian pride pin on her backpack and her hair and lip gloss very mussed.