#Dean's face in this is just— *chef's kiss*

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

[toasty-broski]

Kinda crazy how the only time Dean actually prays is when it comes to saving Sam. That man becomes DESPERATE when Sam’s life is in danger.

[angelsdean]

bestie i love ur faces

[ghostfacd]

I BET ON LOSING DOGS.

pairing: young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

PART TWO

summary: you were the epitome of sunshine, and coriolanus? he was like the storm, the rain, and the everything in between.

warnings: SPOILERS from the movie & book, SMUT (protected cause we wrap it before we tap it! p in v), losing virginities to each other, snow (cause he himself needs a warning), toxic relationship, coriolanus is only in it for himself, mentions of losing virginity, you practically giving everything to snow and getting zero in return

author’s note: erm this is kinda long idek where tf i was going with this, first time writing smut on this account LOL so it might be bad. also this isn’t proofread so there might be mistakes, just ignore! as always, reblogs and comments are so greatly appreciated, enjoy reading + kisses 💓

You were the epitome of the sun itself, the sparkle, the light, and most importantly, the brightness. Despite being filthy rich, you were still that sweet sunshine Y/N everyone grown to love, the heir to the Cicero family.

Coriolanus Snow hated that about you. Not only were you everything he was not, but you lived such a lavish and easy lifestyle that it made him sick. Why was he stuck eating cabbage while you were off eating the finest thin slices of meat in the Capitol made by your chefs? It wasn’t fair, it just simply wasn’t.

“Well, Coryo!” Your sickeningly sweet voice fills his ears like a mantra.

He turns around, a smirk plays on his face. “My Y/N.”

Hearing him call you his made your heart flutter. You loop your arm through his, passing through the other academy students who were engrossed in their conversations

“Finally the star pupil.” Arachne Crane says, a glass of posca in her hand. “Lovely shirt you’ve got there. What are these cunning buttons? Tesserae?”

He looked at the shirt, shrugging. “Hm? Are they? Must’ve why they reminded me of the maid’s bathroom.”

You held his hands in yours. You knew of Coriolanus’s home life, how he wasn’t so lucky like you to have a gigantic home filled with lovable parents. His mom had died during childbirth, Coryo mentioning to you once how he was supposed to have a little sister. His father—died in the hands of rebels.

“Have you tried this lamb? It's scandalous.” Felix suddenly spoke up, taking a bite of the food that was currently on his plate.

“Didn’t daddy teach you table manners?.” Festus sneered, watching the other boy in disgust.

“Maybe he would have if he wasn’t so busy running the country.” Felix snapped back

Coriolanus took a deep breath in, already feeling overwhelmed by his classmates arguing.

After the announcement of the assigning of mentor to tributes, you could tell Coriolanus was upset. Although he wouldn’t let anyone see, he was visibly anxious and quite frankly, annoyed.

“I mean, cmon, how could it that I got the worst district?” Coriolanus says, head in his hands. “He hates me. He really does.”

“Who hates you Coryo?”

“Dean Highbottom! Isn’t it obvious?” He cries out, hands flinging into the air. You slightly flinch back, never seeing your boyfriend in such state. “He hates me Y/N. He adores you.”

“He doesn’t adore me,” you say, feeling like you were stepping around eggshells talking to Coriolanus.

“He does!” Coriolanus screams in anger, getting up in a hurry.

“Wait, no Coryo, I’m sorry.”

But your words aren’t enough, they’ll never be for Coriolanus Snow, so he walks out without a second thought.

- - -

The next day, Coriolanus apologizes. It’s a breathy, quick 5 second apology, but you being so you—accepted it without a second thought.

You loved Coriolanus, so it didn’t matter how much he hurt you.

“I’ll make it up to you tonight,” he says, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

You felt quite excited, you and your boyfriend hadn’t exactly gotten to that stage in your relationship, so thinking about sharing an intimate moment with him filled you with giddiness.

His tip had entered carefully through your folds, making you slightly wince as it bullied its way to your walls.

“Coryo..” you breathe out hazily, doe eyes coming to meet his. He sucked in his breath at the sight, never has he felt anything as good as this.

He tries so hard convincing himself he doesn’t love you. That this—it meant nothing to him. He was just here for your money, your possessions as the only daughter of Cryon and Hermione Cicero. But as he felt your nails claw its way into his back, he lets out a slip, a tiny whimper that makes your head foggy.

He spilled into the condom, pulling out with a hiss. Although you told him you were clean, and it was fine if he didn’t wear one, he simply couldn’t risk it. He wasn’t going to accidentally bring in a child into the world, having no intentions of taking care of anyone besides himself—maybe Tigris, and his Grandma’am.

“I love you,” you say quietly as you sat up, watching him discard the plastic into your trash bin.

“I’m hungry, aren’t you?” He says, putting his shirt on. It kinds of pains you at his total ignorance of the intimate words you just shared, but you nod your head.

“I could use some food,” is all you say, putting on your pajamas from earlier. “What’re hungry for Coryo? I’ll ask the chef.”

- - -

Dr. Gaul and Dean Highbottom had allowed all the mentors and their tributes roam the arena for about 15 minutes, letting them think of ways to win the game.

You were talking to Bobbin, a boy from District 7 whom you’ve had become closer with these past few days.

Suddenly, the loud scream of Felix catches your attention and before you knew it, loud bombs filled the air as tall lights fell to the ground near you.

“CORYO!” You scream, coughing loudly at the dust filling your lungs.

“Quick Y/N, we don’t have time!” Sejanus screams, grabbing ahold of your hand.

“But Coryo—”

Meanwhile, a tall pole had crushed Coriolanus’s arms.

Well, he thought, this was it.

This was how he was going to die. His girlfriend and best friend hand in hand as they ran out of the arena, the sickening feeling of betrayal filled his guts.

“What’re you doing?!” One of the tributes screamed at Lucy Gray, who was struggling to get the giant metal off Coriolanus’s arm. “Run while you can you idiot!”

But she doesn’t bother, only focusing on getting Coriolanus out. And she does, successfully, before all went black.

- - -

“Coryo? Oh Coryo!” You say, hugging him softly to ensure you weren’t hurting him.

You had felt so guilty after everything had happened. You should’ve never ran off with Sejanus, Coriolanus was your boyfriend, you should’ve saved him.

“Is Lucy Gray okay?” Is the first thing he croaks out, which makes your heart slightly crack.

“She’s—she’s okay Coryo.” You say, brushing a few blonde curls out of his eyes.

“And where were you?” He says, gaze slowly turning into anger. “I was going to die, Y/N.”

“I know! I was going to—”

He cut you off. “But you didn’t, now did you?”

His bitterness towards you makes you want to cry, tears already forming at your lash line.

“Oh now you’re crying?” It seemed like everything you did seemed of inconvenience to Coriolanus, but he opens his arms, letting you reside in them as you let out a few tears. “Always the crybaby, Y/N.” He says, hand holding your head as you buried your face into his chest.

- - -

Coriolanus Snow never believed in love. Not when he used to look at his mother and father when they were still alive, and not when he found himself a girlfriend, you.

Your relationship was merely another step stone towards success, Coriolanus viewed it. You were the heir of your family, you had countless amounts of money, and you were easily fooled by his advances. To Coriolanus, he had hit the jackpot, regardless of loving you or not.

So why did he feel so weird watching you interact with Sejanus? Sure, he considered the former district 2 boy his best friend, but it was only because Clemensia had been spending time at the hospital. The flu, Dr. Gaul described it; but Snow knew better. He was there when she had gotten bit by the snakes, and to be completely honest, if she hadn’t, he’d probably have dated her instead of you.

Clemensia Dovecote was way more smart, and he knew he wouldn’t fall inlove because they were both after the same thing. Power.

But with you, you were head over heels for Coriolanus. It almost made him sick, if it weren’t for your family name.

He clenched his jaw as he saw you throw your head back, hitting Sejanus’s shoulder as you hysterically laughed at something he had said.

What was so funny? Nothing was funny in the Capitol, not now. Maybe he was bitter, he should’ve never cheated in the games. It was stupid, and now he was getting the punishment of getting sent to 12 as a peacekeeper for 20 years.

Fuck, he really shouldn’t have cheated. And now he couldn’t even use his girlfriend’s family name as a way out.

He really should’ve known better. He knew you loved him, but he didn’t think you’d love him so much so that you begged your father to let you stay in 12 for a while to be with Coriolanus.

If there’s one thing about you—it’s that you’re a Daddy’s girl by heart, and of course, your father had once again served your request with a silver spoon. He hated that about you. He hated it. You got things too damn easily.

“Hi Coryo!” You say, making your way to him. Your beautiful sundress made him gulp, and he wanted nothing more but to snatch you away, pulling it off so he could get inside of you. But he couldn’t—he was in 12, much to his dismay.

“Y/N,” he says, placing his peacekeeper gun to the back. “Talking to the scums?”

“They’re just people from the district,” you say, frowning at his rudeness. “They’re nice, Coryo. Real nice, you’d like some of them.”

Coriolanus scoffs at that. How oblivious and stupid you were. Him, Coriolanus Snow, liking some of the district 12 citizens? What a fucking joke.

“Go along now Y/N, I’ll see you later.”

You nod, giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek before you left, leaving the other peacekeepers to whistle at Coriolanus who only responds with an eye roll.

When later eventually comes, he was packing away the Jabberjays in their metal cages, Sejanus being right next to him.

“I saw you earlier,” Coriolanus says nonchalantly, “talking to that woman in the window. What are you playing at Sejanus?”

Sejanus scoffs, shaking his head. “They’re gonna escape Corio. Leave the districts. And I’ll be helping them.”

Coriolanus sucks in a breath, “is Y/N all in this too?”

God, he hoped Sejanus said no. But then again, it’d give him an advantage if he had said yes.

“She is,” Sejanus says, continuing to tell Coriolanus of the plan.

Without Sejanus knowing, Coriolanus had tuned the jabberjay so it could record back the whole conversation. When Sejanus finally leaves, Coriolanus sneaks to where the train bringing the birds back to the Capitol stood, placing the jabberjay in it to send it to Dr. Gaul.

If anything, Sejanus was a blocking point in Coriolanus’s way, and getting rid of him and you were like killing two birds with one stone.

- - -

The next day came and you were peacefully talking to one of the younger girls in the district when you’re suddenly pulled away along with Sejanus.

“Hey! What the hell!” You scream, thrashing in the unfamiliar peacekeeper’s hold. “Get off me!”

You and Sejanus struggle, and Coriolanus almost wants to step in and get you out of his fellow peacekeeper’s arms. Almost.

“Coryo! Tell them they’ve been mistaken!” You cry out, locking eyes with your so called lover.

“You two have been charged with treason towards the Capitol.” The peacekeeper says, his cold gaze and strong hold on you makes you let out a whimper.

“Treason?” You say, “there has to be a mistake! Call my father! Call my father!”

“I’m afraid your father can’t get you out of this one, Miss. Cicero.”

He drags you and Sejanus up the main stage of the district. “Everyone! Pay attention! This is what will happen if you are disloyal to the Capitol!”

Another peacekeeper points a gun behind Sejanus’s back as the peacekeeper who was holding you earlier pokes your back with the cold metal. You felt terrified gazes of the citizens of District 12, including Lucy Gray, stare at you.

“CORYO! TELL THEM!” You scream, begging with your eyes. “Coryo, please. Please.”

But Coriolanus Snow stands still in his spot, not budging a thing.

You thought he had loved you—or at least, cared for you. You gave him shelter when he was at his worst, you gave him your virginity, you held him when he cried about how unfair Dean Highbottom was, you let him into your home, and you always were there for him. You practically did everything for Coriolanus Snow. And what did you get? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

“Your Coryo won’t save you.” The peacekeeper snarls, before firing the gun.

Two gunshots go off, and the body of yours and Sejanus fall to the ground in an instant.

Coriolanus Snow almost wants to barf, his eyes closed for a minute before reopening them again.

Had it really been worth it? Ratting you and Sejanus out so he could get home to the Capitol faster?

He thinks so when your family and the Plinths give him their fortune as a thank you for being such a good boyfriend and friend towards their son and daughter.

If only they knew, though. But Coriolanus would never let that happen, because no matter what, Snow lands on top.

And this? It was just the beginning.

[punishereditz]

You're Mine

Pairing: Dean Winchester x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Little bit of fighting. Bar fight (not that bad). Jealously. Smut. Smut and absolutely no plot. Unprotected sex. Car sex. Fingering. Riding. Overstimulation. Praise kink. Marking kink. Cockwarming.

AN: Nickelback + Dean Winchester spicy story = chefs kisses.

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Your boyfriend Dean gets jealous when a guy flirts with you while you work.

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"Hey, sweetheart, can I get one more?" A man spoke to you. His words were slurred, and he could barely stand. He was drunk. You gave him a nod and started to fix his drink. You looked up and noticed that Dean was staring at him as he sat there. He kept his stare on the man. His jaw clenching as he saw the man's eyes slowly ghost over your body. Dean didn't say anything though. Not yet anyway.

He took a sip of his beer and kept his eyes locked on him, making sure he won't do anything stupid. You gave the man his drink and went to walk away, but his words stopped you. "Woah, woah, where you going? Have a drink with me." He slurred. Tilting his head down and staring at you.

"Thanks, but I don't drink." You said potentially. Putting on a smile. You tried to be nice about the situation and handle it calmly. But Dean on the other hand never took his eyes off of the guy and he was ready to pounce at any second at the slightest wrong move or word.

"Oh, come on. Have a drink. On me. Then maybe... I could show you a good time when you get off work." He had a smirk, and you were uncomfortable. You literally cringed and you never could understand why a man simply won't take no for an answer.

"No thanks man." Your voice was a little bit firmer than it was before. You noticed someone gesture for you. Wanting more drinks. You fixed the drinks and walked out from the counter. The man tilted his head as his eyes went down to your ass. He then slapped your ass when you walked by and that was Dean's final straw. He shoved the man. Making him tumble back. He stood up from his seat, looking down at the man. His anger was finally boiling over.

The guy quickly stood up. Brushing himself off. He was shocked, but then he quickly had that confident, smug look on his face again. He went to throw a punch, but Dean quickly blocked it, and he slammed his fist into his nose. Making blood pour from it and he fell to the ground unconscious. Knocked out cold. As Dean looked down at the guy, he felt a little bit better. But he was still high on the adrenaline.

You went back to work, shaking your head. You're not surprised at all by this or even fazed. It's not the first time he has done that. But what you couldn't understand was why he came to work with you every weekend if he knew he was going to get jealous. Maybe he just enjoyed a fight. Maybe he liked showing that no one could touch you. You didn't know and you weren't going to worry about that right now. You still had a good hour or so of work to do before you could clock out.

The security guard came and got the unconscious guy. Glaring at Dean as he carried him out. Dean shrugged, brushing it off and he sat back down. His eyes going to you. He watched you work, and he started to get lost in his thoughts.

He hated that other guys were looking at you. Touching you. You were his and he made sure to let everyone know that. He wanted to be the only one that could look at you like that. He is the only one that can touch you. That can have you bed. The only one to make you come. He wished that you would take off of work so he didn't have to fight every guy off. But there was a part of him deep down that loved to watch the man's eyes grow with fear, watching them limp out of the place if they weren't having to be carried out. He knew he was overprotective of you, and he didn't care.

He had already let everyone else know that you were his, but he didn't let you know that yet. That's why now that your off of work, getting into the Impala to go home, he plans to show you. "That's the fifth week in a row you've done that." You said, looking over at him as he pulled out into the road. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, then he pulled over into a parking lot. Cutting the car off, he turned to you. Wrapping his hand around your neck, he pulled you to him and he smashed his lips onto yours. Kissing you deeply. He caught you off guard, but you started to relax to his touch. Trying to keep up with his lips.

He pulled away, grabbing your hips, he tossed you to the backseat, then he quickly joined you. He laid you down, then he got on top of you. Pinning your hands down above your head. He leaned down and kissed you deeply again. His tongue brushing against your bottom lip before he pushed it in. One hand holding yours down and his other hand moved over your side. He pushed his hand up your shirt. Cupping your breast in his hand, lightly squeezing it and starting to massage it. Making you moan into his mouth. Your heart was pounding now. The heat in between your legs growing in a matter of seconds just by the very little touching he has been doing.

He let go of your hands, pulling away from the heated kiss and leaning back to look at you. He pulled your jeans and panties down. Throwing them down to the floor. You gasped when the cold air hit your core. He chuckled at that. A grin tugging at his lips. He brushed his fingers up your leg slowly. Making a chill run down your spin. Goosebumps tickling at your skin. He watched as his hand moved from your knee and up to your thigh. He moved his hand around your leg so that his fingers were closer to your cunt. You let out a shaky breath. Feeling as if your heart was going to pound out of your chest. You arched your back up slightly, grinding your hips up. So desperate for his touch, but he didn't give it to you. He didn't even look at you yet. He was still watching his movement as he rubbed the back of his finger up and down your thigh right by your core.

He was enjoying teasing you for a moment. He liked seeing you get all flustered and desperate. He pushed your shirt up, bunching it up under your chin. He leaned down and started to leave warm wet kisses along your skin. He was devouring you like a wild animal as he kissed you and rubbed your thigh. He was taking his time with it. He was enjoying it. He loved every second of it. Every heavy breath, every grind, kiss, and movement. He loved how you reacted to his touch, and he was only getting started.

He leaned back up. Looking down at you with a smirk and a mischievous glow in his eyes. He moved the hand that was on your thigh down to your core. Running his finger between your lips. He groaned when he felt how wet you were. He pushed his finger down to your entrance. Slowly pushing it in, curling his finger up, a moan leaving your lips and your eyes rolling back in your head. He pushed his finger deeper in, slowly pumping it in and out, he added another finger and you gasped, your back arching. While his fingers pumped into you, he moved his thumb up, putting it to your clit, adding just a little pressure as he circled it and you moaned, reaching down and gripping his thighs tightly. Overwhelmed with pleasure. It was almost too much.

He leaned down, his lips hovering over your ear. "Your mine." He almost growled. His tone low and laced with mischief. He started to speed his pace up just a little bit and you moaned. Closing your eyes shut, your jaw clenched. Your legs starting to shake. It was all starting to get to you, your climax building.

He slowed his fingers back down and you groaned in frustration. He kissed up your neck. Biting at the spot under your ear. He then whispered to you again. "You belong to me. No one else. Your mine. Let me hear you say it." He said between kisses. His breath heavy and hot against your skin. "I'm yours. I'm... only yours." You said breathless. Looking up into his eyes.

"That's my good girl." He praised and he speeded his fingers up again. You gasped. Letting your head fall back. You clenched your walls around his fingers and arched your back. Your hold on his thighs getting even tighter as you felt your climax getting dangerously close. "Cum for me." He whispered and his words were just the little push you needed. Your climax hit you hard and you moaned loudly as you came on his hand. He helped you come down from your high. His fingers slowing until they came to a stop once you started to calm down a little.

He leaned down, kissing you passionately, when he leaned up, he put his fingers in his mouth. Licking the cum off of them. "That's my good girl. Did so well for me." He whispered. His hands going to his shirt, he took it off in one swift motion and he unbuttoned his jeans. Pulling them down just enough to free his cock. He wrapped his arm around your waist, he laid back, pulling you on top of him. Settling you on his lap. He gave you no time to think or do anything. His lips crashing on yours as he kissed you desperately. He took his cock in his hand and gave it a few strokes before he moved it along your lips, the head that was leaking with pre-cum brushing against your clit. He slowly pushed his cock in. Filling you up in a matter of a few seconds.

His hands went to your hips. Slowly guiding you down so you would fully take his cock. Once he was bottomed out in you, you rested your hands on his shoulders. Holding yourself up. You felt your heart pounding again, your breath heavy and climax building again. You took a few seconds before you moved, trying to adjust to his size. No matter how many times you had sex, you still had to get used to his size. With your walls fluttering around him, you lifted your hips. Then slowly grinding them back down. Then you did it again. Slowly grinding your hips back and forth on his cock.

He grunted as he looked down. Watching you ride him, his cock throbbed at the sight. He started to understand how you felt. He was starting to get overwhelmed with pleasure. You were so tight around him, so wet, and the prettiest sight he has ever seen. He moved his hands from your hips and up your shirt. Holding your breast in his hands. Squeezing and toying with them. His thumb rubbing circles around your nipples. A chill running down your spine at his touch. Your walls squeezing around him again and you started to grind your hips faster. Starting to get more needy.

He raised up. Tilting his head, he took your nipple into his mouth. Sucking on it, his tongue circling it. He grunted against you when you clenched around him and moaned his name. His cock throbbing and twitching inside of you. He kept kissing and sucking at your breast, one of his hands went to the small of your back and he started to thrust his hips up. Meeting your movement and that was when you had to use all your strength to keep from coming. You were so close to your second climax already and he knew it. He was close to.

The windows were steamed. The car was hot and the only sound there was, was the sound of your skin clapping together and both of your moans. You both were desperate and wild. His kisses on your skin started to get a little rougher, leaving marks on you and you started to move your hips faster. He slid his hand from your back and between your bodies. His finger going to your clit and rapidly circling it. Making you scream, your legs shaking. That was your breaking point, and you came all over his cock. Soaking him. He thrusted up into you harshly. Chasing his own climax, with a few hard thrust, he was filling your cunt to the brim with his hot cum.

He started to slow down. His hands falling to his side. Resting them on your hips. You both took a moment to try and catch your breath. Trying to get it under control. Your heart was still pounding as you came down from your high. The two of you just sat there for a moment. Looking at each other. He brought his hand up, pushing your hair back behind your ear. He gave you a gentle smile and kissed your forehead. When he pulled away, that gentle smile turned into a mischievous grin. You knew by the look on his face that he was up to something.

He slowly lifted you off of him. Pulling out of you, he got back into the front, and he helped you get into the front. That was when he pulled you back onto his lap, having you face him. He pushed his cock back inside of you. Wanting you to keep his cock warm, you chuckled, shaking your head and smiling. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.

He had a playful grin, and he gave your ass a little slap before he started the car and drive home. There were no words that needed to be said. You both already knew what was the other was thinking, so there was comfortable silence between you two.

[according2thelore]

i love the es/ls verse SO MUCCCHHHH!!! sam’s self-hatred towards his younger self in that last one is just - mwah! chef’s kiss! he’s so jealous of him and he also believes that that kid doesn’t deserve dean!! meanwhile younger sam hates older sam for what he’s become, but he’s jealous, too. ah!! amazing!

and dean not understanding and getting angry with sam’s self hatred is so wonderful. it’s like one if their key issues, but now it’s not a theoretical issue, it’s A Guy. and his name is 23y/o Sam Winchester.

you’re sooo amazing. love this so much. would love to see more if you’ve got it - the deans not understanding the sams’ negative feelings towards each other, and getting protective over it

hello, anon!

you get it: "it’s like one if their key issues, but now it’s not a theoretical issue, it’s A Guy. and his name is 23y/o Sam Winchester." HAHAHAHA you nailed it!

thank you so much!!! that means a lot--mwah mwah! <3

i always have more of it, lol!

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"hey."

sam looks up sharply, startled. dean--his dean, young dean--is standing in the doorway of their shared bedroom in the bunker. his arms are crossed, and he looks peeved. he leans against the doorway, and he crosses his ankles in a practiced show of nonchalance.

"you don't need to talk to him like that." dean says, jaw ticking. sam snorts derisively, turning back around. he continues folding the shirt in his hand, and smacks it to his bed with enough force that it comes unfolded again.

sam doesn't reach for it again, just grabbing another.

"yeah. great. thanks dean." sam says. he's exhausted. anger--his old friend--rises up in him, but he can't even be bothered to put the energy in to stoke it.

after he confronted older sam in the kitchen, older dean's words pierced deep. i'm disappointed in you. sam feels like a chastened child. he is, in a way.

"what's that supposed to mean?" dean asks, stepping into the room. sam can feel him get closer. hates it. he folds his shirt faster, and doesn't look up at him.

"you took his side. i knew you would." sam spits the words like the poison they are. of course dean would pick the sam that doesn't fight with him, that doesn't want anything else.

dean stops, somewhere behind him, and sam hates that he can feel his brother without seeing him--a skill he had gotten on his knees and thanked god for when he was younger.

"okay what's with this--" dean fumbles for words. "this 'side' thing? it's just one side."

"no." sam finally whirls on him, dropping the shirt onto the bed. "it's not."

"sam." dean's brow is furrowed, and his voice is firm. "you need to back off. he's trying. he's been super cool with us staying here and--"

sam scoffs.

"spare me your hard-on." he spits. dean's eyebrows raise, and heat starts spotting his cheeks. sam wants to take him to the ground, until the reason dean's cheeks are pink are sam's hands, sam.

"that! what the fuck is that? back off!" dean shouts, and his hands ball at his sides. he doesn't deny it.

"back off? back off?" sam is incandescent with rage, his earlier apathy lighting aflame like dry tinder. "am i suddenly an asshole for not wanting to be here? for wanting to get home? i though that's what we wanted."

"it is--you know it is!"

"do i? do i fucking really?" sam gets in dean's face, shoves him back a step. "you're practically salivating whenever he walks into a room, you take his side in everything, you act like he's mother fucking teresa--"

dean's cheeks keep rising in colour, but his face is drawn into a furious scowl. he shoves sam back. sam's skin screams, buzzes, where dean touches it.

"he's you!"

"no, he's not!" sam shoves him back.

"sam." dean looks at him like he's crazy. sam feels like he is crazy, that this whole thing has driven him completely mad. "he is. he literally is. you're dogging on my little brother."

sam blinks hard, trying to fight off the sudden, blinding bite of tears.

"fuck you." sam spits. fuck dean for saying that like it's nothing. for claiming him like it's nothing. my little brother. dean only has one little brother.

"i'm--" sam starts, but cuts himself off because his voice is humiliatingly high. dean's face changes, irritation slipping into incredulity. sam wants him to stop thinking immediately. "stop that."

"are you--" dean's face splits into a grin.

"shut up, i swear to god--" sam begs, sitting down on his bed heavily and covering his eyes with his hands.

"you're jealous! or something! you're weird!" dean crows, and sam pitches to the side as dean's weight slams down onto the bed next to him.

sam moves his hands. dean is sitting on the side of his bed, tilted towards him and looking down at him. sam scowls.

he knows their MO is mockery and sarcasm, but for one fucking second, he just wants his brother to take him seriously. to take his side.

"i will take you down." sam threatens lowly, and throws an arm over his face. he waits for a beat, hoping dean will go away.

"sam." dean's voice is disappointingly close. "sammy, look at me."

sam is so shocked that dean has given him his name back that he moves his arm away. he sits up on his elbows. dean looks surprisingly somber, as he says:

"i'm not built to look at people be mean to 'sam.'" dean puts air quotes around his name. sam snorts, but dean just raises his eyebrows. "i'm not. i am hardwired to want to fuck up sammy's bullies. kinda my whole thing."

he's smiling a little at the end. sam softens. just a bit. he's not used to dean wanting to protect other people. he's not used to becoming a second priority in dean's life, in dean choosing a third party over sam's opinion, not since dad died.

"are you...are you calling me a bully?" sam asks, half-amused, half-irritated. dean rolls his eyes, but looks frustrated, like he can't even tell what he means.

"i'm saying. i...don't know. i'm kinda...protective over the guy. he's a sammy." dean shrugs. sam tilts his head, thinking.

"so you're saying if i get him to be a dick to me, you'll suplex him over a table?"

"oh yeah. i'll get a stepladder to reach him and everything." dean assures. sam snorts.

they sit in silence for a second, dean looking down at sam's face, and sam looking up at the ceiling, to give dean the chance to look. in a few minutes, it'll be sam's turn to look at dean while dean looks away.

a thought occurs to sam, though, and he looks over. dean obediently looks away, though there's a frown tugging at the edge of his lip, like he's annoyed his time was cut short.

"i'm not promising anything until you promise to be nice to big dean." sam says, and dean makes a disapproving, alarmed noise. he looks back at sam, eyes wide.

"that old fart? that's totally different. he's a dick. sammy's actually great and brilliant and nice and huge, so." dean tilts his chin up, like he's made a point. sam's chest seizes briefly around the impression of something--unused to and displeased with hearing dean praise someone else like this.

"hey!" sam says sharply, holding up an accusing finger. "dean's not that bad."

"hypocrite." "hypocrite." they say at once, dean's lower tone layering underneath sam's.

they blink at each other.

and--for the first time in too damn long--two brothers dissolve in, frankly, giggles. sam slumps forward into dean's arm, and dean scrubs a hand through his hair.

~~~

"he's trying his best." dean mutters into sammy's bare shoulder. sammy closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling of dean's chapped lip on his skin.

their younger selves were probably hashing it out, too, a wing away.

sammy turns around in dean's arms, and sam nudges his way under dean's chin. dean lifts his head obediently, and sam exhales against dean's bare chest. he wishes he were still small enough to fit here completely.

even his younger self couldn't do this, anymore.

"i know." sam says, finally. he doesn't have to ask "i think...i think i hate him."

dean's arms seize around sam's shoulders.

"no, you don't. he's a kid. a baby."

my kid. my baby. dean's words don't say. sam hears them. he hates them. that's why he hates this kid. among many reasons. he's so blindly arrogant, so violent, so harsh. so fucking prideful. head full of his own words and heart full of fire. and dean looks at him like he looks at sammy.

"no, i don't." sammy acquiesces. and he doesn't. "resent" is probably a better word.

dean reads his silences so well that he starts petting through sam's hair. it should feel infantilizing, but it doesn't. sam sighs. he's an adult. and in a second, he'll pull away and deal with this like a regular person.

"do you miss him?" sam asks, after a long pause. him. sam. the sam i used to be. the sam that sits a dozen rooms over, talking to his own brother.

"i'll always miss you." dean says. "all versions of my pain in the ass are my pains in the ass."

sam snorts, but it's half-hearted, quiet.

there are worse things, sam supposes, than being loved to the point of absurdity. to the point of forgiveness. to the point of dean loving all versions of him, all the time.

"as long as i'm your favourite." sam murmurs. dean noses along his hairline, breathes deep in sam's hair. sammy knows dean isn't good at saying it out loud. but the soft lips at his temple are answer enough for him. dean's horrifyingly sappy when he's quiet.

you're always my favourite.

~~~

thank you for your patience, anon! i hope you enjoyed!!!! life kinda came at me w a baseball bat, so i'm sorry it took so long to respond! i hope you see this :)

-lizzy

[supernaturalfreewill]

Summary: Ash trying to flirt with Sam and Dean's sister is just... *chef's kiss* too good haha Protective!Dean activated too XD "Ash!" Dean called out, bursting into the Roadhouse. "We're back! It's been—" he checked his watch, "—sixteen hours and 40 minutes! Just exactly what you said you needed..." he trailed off.

You followed your brothers in and strained your hearing, glancing curiously around the dimly lit bar. Sam sunk down on a bar stool next to you. There was a commotion in the back room and some muttered words and dull thumps before the door absolutely burst open and the mullet-wearing redneck genius strutted in. "Sam, Dean," he drawled, a crooked smile growing on his face. "Oh—" he started, suddenly seeing you sitting there with your brothers on either side of you. He flipped his long hair back over his shoulder and leaned on the counter. "And who might this be?" he asked, smiling right at you. "You're just about as fine as frog hair split four ways..."

You could only laugh a little and smile back somewhat awkwardly. "Is—is that a compliment?"

Ash nodded. "Of course it is. Can I get ya somethin' to drink?"

Dean snapped his fingers in front of Ash's face. "Hey! Take it easy Redneck Romeo! She's our sister," he said, his voice going down to its deepest register, his protectiveness adding an extra layer of gravel to it.

"Yer sister?" Ash asked, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. "Well, hell, boys. Seems like you forgot to mention that. If ya'd told me she was comin' I woulda gotten myself gussied up for just such an occasion." Sam pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Ash... about the case..."

"Right. Right... the case..."

Happy Supporting Character Saturday! I miss Ash and his antics <3 He deserved better than what he got... (like so many in the show *sobs*)

[im-some-lionheart]

Songs Taylor Alison Swift wrote for Castiel the gay angel, specifically (in no particular order) :

Say Don't Go (!!!!!!! Destiel song of all time: I say I love you, you said nothing back... I would stay forever if you say "don't go", but you won't, but you won't, but you won't.)

Sparks Fly (you're the kind of reckless that should send me running... and you stood there in front of me, just close enough to touch... get me with those green eyes!!)

Don't Blame Me (!!! For you, I would fall from grace just to touch your face)

hoax (your faithless love is the only hoax I believe in)

It's Nice to Have a Friend

I Knew You Were Trouble

Labyrinth Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? (godstiel arc)

Castles Crumbling (post-godstiel arc)

Wildest Dreams (Heaven can't help me now.. He's so tall and handsome as hell)

State of Grace

Foolish One (I'll get your longing glances, but she'll get your ring)

Wonderland (Didn't you flash your green eyes at me?)

I Almost Do (whenever he ghosts Dean even though he doesn't want to but does it anyway because he thinks it's for the best)

Guilty as Sin? (the fantasizing about a man you've never touched but want so badly, the guilt of having all these thoughts, the religious imagery 👌🏻 chef's kiss)

My Boy Only Breaks his Favorite Toys (he was my best friend, and that was the worst part... cause he took me out of my box, stole my tortured heart, left all these broken parts )

You All Over Me

exile

[profoundbondfanfic]

hi!! i was wondering if any of y’all had any destiel fics along the lines of “cas thinks he isn't wanted anymore, but dean shows him he is” or “cas is leaving again, but he thinks it’s for the best, but dean shows him that he’s wanted” those kinda fics? if you ever have time to respond to this question i would very much appreciate it! thank you!

Hello! Yes, here are a few:

Build a Home by domesticadventures [Teen and Up, 20k words]

After they save the world, Dean expects Cas to come back to the bunker with them. He doesn’t.

But Water's Wider by li_izumi [Mature, 29k words]

Without his wings to guide his descent after he was banished by the intruder in the Bunker, Castiel crashes into the ground, leaving his body nearly as broken and bruised as his heart. Only his promise to Dean to protect Sam compels Castiel to stand up again. After days of dragging himself back to the Bunker, Castiel discovers that Sam is all right and Dean is alive! What should be a joyous reunion is marred by Castiel’s self-doubts. If the Winchesters don’t need him, and Heaven doesn’t want him, where does Castiel belong? [Canon divergent from the end of 11x23 Alpha and Omega]

Cuckoo And Nest by komodobits [Explicit, 10k words]

For a long time, Castiel thought that every earthly possession other than the immediately necessary was excess to requirement. But Dean – Dean who named his car, who keeps a photograph of his mother in his wallet, some thirty-plus years after her death, who still has the crumpled ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign with a sleeping pelican emblazoned on it from the Microtel outside of Roanoke where he first kissed Castiel, clumsy and unsure, under the unsteady fluorescence of an exhausted bathroom bulb – is sentimental. It puzzles Castiel, where Dean draws the line between what is meaningful and what it is worthless.

for a guy by jhoom [Teen and Up, 3k words]

Castiel’s made a name for himself as a talented chef, in no small part to Dean’s hard work as his agent. If only Cas’ drug problem wasn’t getting in the way of his work and his relationship with Dean.

Have you ever seen the rain? by zation [Explicit, 81k words]

Thoroughly fed up with Dean’s inability to open up emotionally, Cas walks away only to find comfort in another man’s embrace. Or, The one where Dean realizes his mistakes, but will there be enough time?

If You Get Lost, You Can Always Be Found by WinJennster [Explicit, 25k words]

Days after I’m No Angel, Castiel finds himself exiled from the safety of the bunker. The money Dean gives him runs out all too soon. Luck, or perhaps divine providence, lands him on the Amish farm of Jacob and Lydia Bieler. The Bielers take Cas in. Despite the Amish’s general distrust of outsiders - Englischers - the strange man who can understand their language and isn’t afraid of hard work seems a natural fit amongst them. Castiel thinks he might just go ahead and stay - the farm seems like a good place to heal his broken heart, and maybe forget who broke it. Meanwhile, Dean finds himself so wracked with guilt, he can’t stand to see his own face in the mirror. He doesn't know what's worse; the fact that he threw Cas away or that Sam’s unwillingly - and unwittingly - possessed by an angel. Charlie comes for a visit and decides to stay, and it takes her no time at all to call Dean on his bullshit. With her help and encouragement and a plan to deal with the angel in Sam later, Dean and Charlie set out to find Cas and bring him home. But when they find him, Dean’s surprised that Cas doesn’t want to come home, leaving Dean to face some difficult truths about himself - and how he feels about Castiel.

lonely hearts. by outpastthemoat [General audiences, 4k words]

He thinks he might give up having his own anything just to be able to step foot inside the room next door and sit on the edge of Dean’s bed instead.

Sleight of Hand by aileenrose [Mature, 64k words]

Dean Winchester has interviewed them all--mob bosses, serial killers, crooked politicians. Next he plans to unveil the con-man who markets himself as Castiel, a reclusive and secretive "healer" who claims to heal the sick in return for thousands of dollars. Dean's expecting a challenge, but he never expected Castiel to be so clueless or sweet...or that he might be telling the truth.

Tacoma by ellispark [Mature, 20k words]

After an explosive fight, Castiel leaves the bunker and Dean decides to let him go. As Cas ventures halfway across the country on a journey to find himself, Dean reevaluates what he needs from life. And what he needs is Cas.

The Shape of Regret by Halzbarry [Explicit, 70k words]

Two years ago, Dean walked away from Castiel after discovering his biggest secret—that he’s a witch. Since then, Dean’s spent his days hunting alone, filling the emptiness inside with sex, booze, and the next case. When he gets a desperate call for help from Castiel, Dean doesn’t hesitate to go. But things in the small Maine town aren’t what they seem, especially when he comes face to face with Castiel, who insists he wasn’t the one to place the call. Dean’s been given an opportunity to fix his past mistakes, but it means working alongside a very bitter Castiel, and Benny, a local deputy with knowledge of the supernatural, to figure out what’s plaguing Newport and why it all seems fixated around Castiel.

[these-emo-thoughts]

Pit Babe Anniversary Rewatch! Episode 2!

Getting into the end of Week 1 of the Pit Babe 1st anniversary rewatch just in time by finishing off my day with Episode 2! Looking very forward to this one fajsdfahkhs thoughts as I watch will be down below!

Okay yes I'll be changing my phone ring tone to Speed of Love, I'm too far own this rabbit hole lol

Oh we start off with Tony and his interview lsjdfalsfsa

Tony has perfected the "smile that doesn't reach your eyes" trope, he looks like he just wants to murder that reporter asking him all these questions

That direct look into the camera when talking about "old racer" Babe 👀

Uncle Alan always so caring, worrying about Babe being okay instead of the race betting 🥹

First "Daddy" of the series

Nefarious plot and flashback, ugh yes, sign me the tf up (again)

I mean look, Kenta managing to hold back Alpha Babe is pretty solid of him LOL

I love Babe's confidence, like even though he's got those bad memories he's not afraid to face up against his adoptive father

THE SHOULDER TOUCH, WAY 😭😭 BABE LOOKS LIKE HE'S UNDER A SPELL HERE, GOD, THE SIGNS FROM THE BEGINNING ARE SO BRILLIANT

Far out I'm not going to shut up about this am I??

Again tho, it has to be said - Alan in a singlet top 😔👌

And now Babe and Charlie in a singlet tops 😔👌

Of course Babe can't resist such a sunshine smile, man is already so smitten even while brooding and I totally get it haha

JEFF!! AHH! THERE'S OUR BABY BOY DRINKING HIS PINK MILKSHAKE!! 😭

Lol I can't, every time I see 'UAC' I think of University Admissions Centre 🤣

Damn Kenta is doing the work - and he looks so happy too he probably thinks this is gonna make Tony love him

This obsession with cars of any kind amuses me but like, I also wanna build a track and play too 🥲

BRUH the omegaverse, I know I watched this entire thing but I still get so 😮 when I see it manifest on my screen, what a time to be alive

Puppy Charlie 🐶 these two are so cat and dog coded

There he is, there's baby boy Jeff coming to save the day 🥹

Show 'em Jeff, show 'em how good you are and get that job!!! Haha I'm writing him so much more insecure in my current fic but I love seeing him so confident in himself here ahaha

The duck under Alan's arm kills me

LMAO Dean, North, Sonic please, laughing like that at poor Alan who can't even get a handshake 😭

LMAO I forgot Babe calls Jeff cute here, and Way too like almost winks at him, bb boy is just too adorable 😭

I'm like honed into whatever North and Sonic are doing in the background at any given moment, js

Look at North, such a gossip lol

But also the instigator, damn, Babe is not playing

He also says he's not jealous that Charlie is talking to Jeff but we all know that's a lie lol

He also says he's not angry but welp, LOL

Again with Babe's jealousy, look how happy Charlie looks about it AHAHA

I actually do like that Babe is teaching Charlie in between all the 'concetration' he does

KIMMMMMM WHAT'S UP BOY!! WELCOME

Winner, I can't believe by this point you've been on my screen longer than bb Jeff AHAHAH

Winner: *Trash talks Babe into fighting with him* Also Winner: *Sics Kim on Charlie*

The attraction that Babe has for Charlie in this moment is peak *chef's kiss*

This is a great fight scene actually goddamn

AYEE go go Charlie

Winner once again losing at life (I'm going to keep a tally, this is loss number 3 for him so far in the series since he copped it twice already in the first episode AHAHA)

Bad idea to be smacking Kim against the wall, Winner 👀

Told you, there goes your fkn wrist babes do I could this as a loss for the tally AHAHA

AYEEE CHARLIE IS GETTING HIS CAR! 🙌 and what a choice he makes, the car that made Babe King of the Hallows

Way is quaking

There's gotta be a work for the kink Charlie has for Babe's coaching because he's really enjoying himself but I'd be crying 🤣😭

Dean is so chill, but look at how his words are cutting Way deeply haha

UGH MY HEART HURTS AT THIS BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN WAY AND BABE AHHHHH WHY 😭😭

PLEASE that kiss Babe planted on Way's cheek healed my soul 😭

"Alai-wa"

"You're my best friend but complain like my boyfriend" lmao Way WISHES 😭

Here are the terrible two ready to cause trouble! Now being asked to keep an eye on Charlie.

Charlie has been called a puppy 3 times this episode ahaha

North is drunk but can see clearly that Way loves Babe

NORTH SAYING IF HE AND SONIC WERE EVER CLOSER THEY'D BE LOVERS 👀👀👀

Poor Alan lmao everyone always laughing at him

Way switches from supportive friend to bitch real quick and I'm here for it - but goddamn, he's harsh to Charlie

WAY HATES CHARLIE SO MUCH HE LITERALLY TELEPORTED TO INTIMIDATE HIM 🤣

I swear to god I was not planning on thirsting over Alan while rewatching this but lo and behold here I am. Thirsting.

Kenta, baby, sorry but Alan is not going to give you his son Pit Babe, no matter how much you offer - though that is a great way to end the episode ahh 👀

PETE IN THE PREVIEW YESSSS the family's all here!!

ALAN GIVING JEFF A KISS ON THE HEAD JKSFHSKJADHFJSKA

The no-kissing rule gets broken next ep, YESHH

And my favourites, the behind the scenes 🥹

Ep 2 is done!! Right in time for Week 2 of the anniversary event, yay!

[oldsargasso]

pit babe movie stream of consciousness

staying up very very late to watch a movie recut of a show I've already seen several times…what a time to be alive.

Dean cleaning the helmet for sooo long kills me every time

forgot Babe blatantly hitting on Charlie immediarely like okay buddy. the first thing I notice about a stalker is how hot they are as well.

anybody else incredibly distracted by babe's tits in that tight white shirt

what DO they call you babe btw

my soul would genuinely leave my body trying to watch this in a cinema full of other people. I'm here clutching my chest and making squeaky noises how do people watch things normally

I'm genuinely insane over this like!!! the way charlie is kissing him the way babe is touching charlie's face. they were gone IMMEDIATELY. worth the price of admission for this extended scene tbh

forgot how insanely delightful everyone's faces are in the bar scene where Babe brings Charlie along for the first time

I love winner so muchhhhhh

the car winner uses for the drag racing is hot tbh the tyres??

the EYE CONTACT the SONG they are IN LOVE five minutes after meeting each other it's honestly wild

god this scene with the rosy dawn light coming in I CAN.NOT. it's so gorgeous. GIVE US THE LONGER SCENE YOU WOACRDS (<- not fixing this typo I love it)

dean's in his crime hoodie

I never noticed jeff's litle smile in thisd scene before! he knows he can do it!!

insaaaane watching this scene knowing charlie already knows all of it.

the little "well, I also want something from you" exchange is sooooo.

it doesn't have quite the same emotional weight coming so soon but goddd their first kiss still has me clutching at my heart. SO SOFT AND ALSO TENDER!!!!

babe's delicate soft curtains are p[erfect

tony's bonsai time is so deserving of being included regardless of plot-relevance of the conversation happenning

the fact that in this cut we see Kenta first in babe's flashback holding him to get hurt and then now as Tony's proper assistant sure is something

Alan the strongest man alive I would give Dean everything he wanted the moment he asked nicely HE DESERVES IT

"you're a promising young racer" so he HAS been racing already just not anything major

everyone's squeaky shoes on the garage floor is killing meeeee I've never noticed that before

PETE!!! is his suit not fitted correctly

bitchy way my beloved. the peanut gallery just like :D the whole time lmao

godddd the fact that charlie is the only one jeff lets close for so long 😭😭😭

"meditate" is that what the kids call it these days

I never noticed dean all in black for this race

I adore how the only time Kim looks pleased is right before they finish and he knows he beat babe for real

Winner is soooo delightful how can anyone hate him. so pathetic. so terrible.

babe being so overcome by charlie's steady belief in him…if anyoen needs me I'll be on the floor.

tony's pinstripe suit IMPECCABLE

charlie must be the fastest runner around

oh thank god they left the kim confronting winner scene in IT'S PERFECT (second only to the cigarette scene but alas)

jeff, way and dean all in x hunter gear during this scene when they're all on different sides itches my brain like crazy

charlie walking in and blocking dean out….chef's kiss

the way Way is trying to be like "wow Charlie's LYING to you" and babe's just like "they're brothers yay"

they left in the sponge bath scene kill me babe's little smile DEATH

just realised what's missing where's l;actasoy

"I don't care" he said, caring deeply

babe gives up soooo easy truly the babygirl of all time

honestly understandable from dean in the long run I too would try and murder someone who waltzed in and took the job I was gunning for just because they were sleeping with someone. and then babe's just like "sorry dean you're just not good enough" like! murder. acceptable tbh.

they need to put little nametags hovering over the cars in this scene for idiots like me who can't understand anything because all cars look the same

way in his sunnies god he's SOOOO pretty and soooo unimpressed by everything that is happening in front of him

the subtitle's translating phi as brother like. hm.

this scene under the stars is the prettiest scene ever. the headlights, the fog… gorgeous. THEY ARE IN LOVE BTW

COWARDS GIVE US THE MAMA/PAPA ROLEPLAY BEGINNINGS

way hates everything so much I love it

honestly insane of babe to light his cigarette off way's like NO WONDER way's in love with him

god this scene is exruciating. babe knowing and ignoring so they can stay best friends. way just hoping the whole time.

way's breakdown in the car deservedly included SO PRETTY

honestly wild that kim and babe are like half a room away and tony and co don't notice. there's a SHEER CURTAIN in between and then babe yells at charlie lmao

charlie giving babe the glass of water is such a great note in this scene

the fact that this is the first time they're mentioning babe's sense disapearing is hilarious tbh this movie cut is really for people who watched the show

locker room scene in the flashback my beloved

they dropped the child plotline but still kept the enigma mention in lmao AND THE "can mama not break up with papa" incredible

this is my favourite scene I think the HUG "you have to make up for it for the rest of your life" that's marriage actually

bloodied kim on his knees LOOKING RESPECTFULLY 👀👀👀

HOW is tony's security so bad. jeff is RIGHT THERE

Pete buying all the kids to save them 🥺 the only rich man who should be allowed to live

who's phone IS jeff using. I say kenta's

Pete immediately punching babe back is my favourite thing actually

Pete's casual "btw I am the most powerful guy around" and we don't even know he can read minds yet

Way bluescreening as Babe reveals Pete's an enigma. nut is SUCH a good actor

'Charlie ❤️' leave me here to die actually

it's the way Way is so CALM about it it's skin-crawling

at all times I am wondering why Tony values babe's powers over Way's. he can MIND CONTROL PEOPLE

it's midnight and there's still an hour to go. I could pause and continue tomorrow but no. we are committed.

way getting slapped and bent over the table is just for me actually 👀

Winner's smug face!!! that's my boy

jeff's lucky he established himself as very stoic because his reaction is like "oh well. I guess he died. 🫤"

wait I]m not emotionally capable of watching babe go trhough this

honestly pit babe having such a raw real depiction of grief is. I'm constantly thinking about it.

not enough Kenta in this cut but thankfully they left in him getting slapped until there's blood in his mouth. best scene.

way getting tossed around 👀 I am watching very respectfully

aww we didn't get the kim getting not rescued scene. this movie cut isn't great for north and sonic enjoyers (everyone)

pete's sweaters look so soft

babe appealing to kenta using their shared history my HEART

kenta! on! his! knees! kenta begging…. I will never be normal about this

imagine giving winner responsibilities 💀

pete dressing down by wearing a hoodie zipped alllll the way up

they really went "eh people will get the gist" when cutting these scenes lol. dean just straight up disappeared.

alan just leaving the kids behind I cannot get over that like WHAT are you doing

actually this would've been amazing in the show too if this was the first we saw of charlie after he died. this reunion lives in my mind forever the way babe's voice goes all wavery as he says charlie's name "when you weren't here, I wasn't happy at all" GOD. charlie starting to understand that he is important to babe because of WHO he is

they gave pete a chair but not way lol

I know its not the point but jeff's pants are like. perfect.

I hope winner is exactly the same in season 2 he's perfect 😌

I know that scene's not in this cut but what's the point of pete being so good with a bow and arrow if he can't also use a gun just as well. like one's a little more practical these days

KNIFE🔪 TIME 🔪 it's the best. that single tear… kill me as well actually

the fact that none of them even tried to crawl over to way while tony was monologuing they didn't even TRY

I forgive every flaw when babe cries so well and way is so pretty even dying

(god I'm so hungry but it's like 1am)

charlie kissing babe's stomach and babe calling him "dad" that's because babe's pregnant actually 🤠

LOCKERROOM SCENE AS THE POST CREDITS SCENE genius. give them an oscar right now.

final verdict: no regrets definitely worth ~$20 and staying up late for no reason

[leatafandom]

Chef's Reward

Fandom/Ship: SPN/Debriel - Dean Winchester/Gabriel 

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,511

Warnings and Tags: plot what plot/porn without plot, bottom Dean/top Gabriel, anal sex, blow jobs, anal fingering, lube, light sub/dom dynamics, kissing, praise kink, friends with benefits 

Summary: Gabriel drops in on Dean. 

Written for the @spnfanficpond secret Santa for the wonderful @heavenssexiestangel.

Author Note: I’ve been wanting to try some new ships, and Debriel is so fun, and then while working on it, I just couldn't not write smut. >//< I hope Dean’s not too ooc I don’t write him often, but I’ve been trying. Thank you so much @huntressandlioness1 for being an amazing beta, helping me with this story, and creating a perfect title for it! Happy Reading <3

Read a snipping from, Chef's Reward, Rated Explicit, below or in full on my Ao3.

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Chef's Reward

“Dean-o.” Hands wrapped around Dean’s waist, making him jerk and drop the metal bowl he had been holding. “What’s up?” 

“Do you have to do that?!” The hunter grumbled at the sound of the archangel’s voice behind him, the shorter being’s face pressed against his arm.  

“Yes.” Gabriel snickered, his fingers hooking through Dean’s belt loops. “Whatcha making?” He asked, looking around the bunker's kitchen. 

“Dinner before Sam gets back.” Dean sighed, hands falling to his sides, leaning back into Gabriel’s front, knowing he could hold his weight. 

“Mm,” Gabriel’s eyes roamed the seasonings Dean had set out on the metal prep table. “Why don’t we do something more fun?” He asked, looking towards the timer that was ticking away beside unpeeled potatoes and pulling Dean flush against him. “I can think of a few better uses for this table.” 

“No way,” the hunter grouched, shifting around in Gabriel's arms. “You never snap it clean,” Dean grumbled. “I'm not cleaning up the kitchen and making dinner,” he said, turning around to face Gabriel and leaning back against the metal table. 

“Killjoy,” the archangel complained, his hands moving to slide around Dean’s waist, fingers sliding into the back pockets of Dean's jeans. “Well,” his pout faded, rocking his body into Dean's, “I’m open to suggestions.” 

Dean looked over the archangel's bouncing brows. His body shifted closer to him, having missed the archangel's company within the bunker and the pattern the two had fallen into whenever they sought each other out. 

He barely remembered when they had started, but it had been somewhere near the intersection of Dean's frustrations bubbling over and Gabriel's need to feel in control of… anything. They had been doing this dance for years now, falling into bed -or onto the nearest surface - together before hanging out. The pair didn't keep tabs on each other, even though Dean had a sneaking suspicion that Gabriel had been the reason he'd avoided a harpies’ claws last week. They never named it, only let it be what it was, and it was grounding. 

The hunter’s hands wrapped around Gabriel's waist, pulling him closer as the shorter man pulled at his shirt collar. “Couch is close,” Dean suggested just as Gabriel dragged wet kisses over his throat. “Mm yeah, couch,” he gritted his teeth against the moan on the tip of his tongue at Gabriel's hard squeeze of his ass and teasing tongue along his collarbone. 

“I can do couch.” 

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[reigningqueenofwords]

That Family

Parings: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader Word count: 1,205 Request: Anonymous. If requests are open can I request a fluffy (maybe smutty) poly Sam x reader x dean (maybe au like no hunting)? I love your poly fics

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Standing at the airport, you had your 11 month old on your hip- every bit her father’s daughter. Her dirty blonde hair left loose, as you loved how naturally wavy it was. Her green eyes currently couldn’t be seen as she was napping on your shoulder, her small hand gripping your shirt. Your hand was being held by your son- his father’s clone. He left his hair shaggy, just like his, which only enhanced his hazel eyes. At 5, he was trying to be as much like his role model as possible. Not that you would argue.

“Mommy?” Came your son’s sweet voice. “Are they gonna be here soon?” He was getting impatient, and you knew exactly how he felt.

You smiled at him. “Soon, Danny.” You assured him, wanting to get away from the strangers taking pictures of you and your kids.

Seeing your husband’s head above the rest, you grinned. Soon, you saw his face and he had a huge grin on it when he saw the three of you. Seconds later, you spotted your other husband, his eyes locked on the sleeping infant on your shoulder. They’d been away for the past two months, so he was eager to hold his baby girl. “Daddy!” Your son yelled, running to him.

Sam laughed, crouching down to scoop him up. “Wow. You got so big!” He said as he moved towards you. “There’s our gorgeous wife.” His eyes were full of love as he kissed you softly. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

Danny scrunched his nose. “Ew.” Sam chuckled as he pulled away. “Gross.”

Dean instantly took Levi from your shoulder, putting her on his chest. “I missed my girls.” He kissed her cheek, and then you.

You smiled. “Well, your girls missed you.”

“Come on, let’s get home before those jerks start stampeding.” Dean groaned, putting his hand on your lower back, his bag over his shoulder.

“Yeah, the pictures started as soon as we got out of the car.” You sighed.

Dean shook his head. “We’ve been together 8 years, married 6, you’d think by now it wouldn’t be front page news.” He rolled his eyes.

Sitting at the breakfast table in one of Sam’s shirts, you sipped your coffee and started to browse the internet. Dean was still sleeping, and Sam was out swimming laps. So, you figured you’d might as well catch up on some world news.

“Oh you have got to be kidding me.” You groaned, sitting back.

Your old friend, the head chef, heard you and peaked around the corner. “What’s wrong, doll?” The older male asked.

You sighed. “Since we went public, people are ridiculous! I mean, I was expecting pictures and all that…but really?” You motioned to the laptop. “What does my old job have to do with anything?” You’d been a cook for them before you started dating 6 months prior. Now you helped out everyone in the house. You didn’t ‘work’ for them anymore, but you did live there.

“You managed to snag not one, but two, of Hollywood’s hottest men. Both Winchesters.” He pointed out. “It’ll die down soon enough.”

“I hope so.” Looking over,  you licked your lips. “Need any help, Tony?” You smiled.

He laughed. “Bored?”

Laughing, you shook your head. “I miss our kitchen talks.” He’d always been a kind head chef, but firm.

“How about you help with lunch. I’m making your favorite.” He grinned when you looked excited. 

Both kids were bathed, and tucked in. Now, it was time for the three of you to just relax. During a normal week, you spent three nights with Dean, three with Sam, alternating. Then, the last night, alternated bi weekly. So, the first week of the month the 7th day might be Sam, so the next would be Dean, going on and on. It worked well since you’d figured that out. It had taken trial and error.

Tonight, however, was a special night. Nights they got back from filming, the three of you curled up into bed together, and cuddled. Understandably, you never had sex with both at the same time. It would have been weird all around in your opinion. That didn’t stop the press from writing about the insane orgies you apparently hosted.

Your head was on Sam’s shoulder, his arm around you, and his hand on your stomach. Your legs were across Dean, one of his hands massaging your foot, the other on your thigh. Just having them home made your world feel more complete. “So, I wanted to talk to you guys.” You smiled.

Sam chuckled, shaking you slightly. “Okay, doesn’t sound bad.” He teased you.

“What’s up, babe?” Dean asked.

“I want to have our last two kids soon.” You told them. Dean’s eyebrows went out. “Hear me out.” This was something you’d thought through, after all. “Not only would it put them close to age, it means that we’d wait less time for us to be able to travel with you. If we wait years before each? That’ll mean longer times with us away from you.”

Dean nodded. “You do have a point there.” You refused to fly when trying, especially once you’d had Danny and were trying with Dean. Flying while pregnant didn’t sound comfortable, and neither did flying with a newborn. “I can agree with that if Sammy can.”

He thought about it. “Well, we will have that press thing for the movie in about 7-8 months. Would you be okay for that time by yourself? After that we’re free for a bit.” Sam added.

Smiling, you looked up at him. “How about we plan to start trying in a couple months? There’s no telling if it would happen right away, and the baby would be due hopefully when you’re done, or close to done.” Of course, they’d fly home to get to you, but they didn’t want to risk missing the birth of any of their kids.

“I think that’s perfect.” Sam agreed, nodding.

“How old do you want them to be when we try for ours?” Dean asked. This was how things went. Things were discussed with all three of you, and planned the three of you.

You thought. “I’d like the same time frame as this one, filming permitting.” Which was always something to consider. “We’ll see what it looks like after we have baby number three.”

Sam leaned down, kissing the top of your head. “I can’t wait.” He grinned. “I love watching you with the kids.”

Hearing Levi crying, you chuckled. “I got it.” Dean grinned, getting up. “I’ll admit. I missed this.” He jogged up the stairs.

Shifting, your head was in his lap. “So, four kids.” You grinned, running your fingers over his scruff. “Life will be insane.”

“In the best way.” He added, looking towards the stairs as Dean came down holding Levi. “What’s up?”

Dean chuckled. “She just wanted to be held.” Levi giggled, looking cute as she leaned on Dean. “I have a feeling this one will pose for the paparazzi.” You and Sam nodded. “Come on, kiddo. Let’s go play.” He moved to lay on his back on the floor with her, the movie simply background noise now.

[e1izaaxkles]

Dean Winchester blurb

(Nicknames like princess and doll)

Dean just got back inside from working on Baby, grease on his hands and clothes. He walks into the house to see you, standing at the table with a smile on your face. There’s dinner on the table, tonight is taco night, he thinks. But no, his favorites are on the table. Burgers, pie. It may not seem like much of a feast but the fact you’re standing at the table waiting for him with your hand-cooked dinner just does something to him. He smiles, walking over to you. “I made you dinner.” You say, a smile still on your face. “I see that, thank you so much, doll.” He says, a soft smile on his face as he admires your face. He can’t help it, you’re adorable. You’re wearing the apron he bought for you for Christmas as a cheesy gift that says “kiss the chef” and it makes him even happier. “You’re welcome.” “I need to go take a shower before we eat, okay?” He asks, normally he would place a hand on your hip and kiss you but he doesn't dare to. “Come here.” You say before he sighs and walks over to you. “Yes, princess?” He asks with a small grin on his face. You lean up and give him a peck on the lips and his grin turns into a smile as he looks down at you. “I love you.” You mumble, loud enough for him to hear. “I love you too.” He replies. “Okay, you can go take a shower now.” You smirk. He nods before he begins to back up. He leaves the dining room and goes to the bathroom upstairs in your bedroom. A few minutes later he comes back downstairs, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a plain grey shirt, his hair wet. You’re already sitting at the table, waiting for him, your apron off. “Babe, you didn’t have to wait for me. You could’ve gone ahead and eaten.” He states as he sits down across from you. “I know but I wanted to eat with you.” You reply. He gives you a small smile as he takes your left hand in his. He grabs a burger and you do the same, setting it on your plates. After you guys are done eating and cleaning up you end up in bed. You’re lying in his arms, one of his arms is draped over your chest the other is on your stomach. Your hands are on the arm that’s draped over your chest and you just lay there, in a comfortable silence. “I love you so much.” Dean says as he kisses you on the head. “I love you too.” You say, looking at him. He looks at you and you just sit there, now looking each other in the eyes, smiles on each of your faces.

[ohlovxr]

oh my god i love your sam and dean stuff it’s just so *chef’s kiss* they’re such freaks and i love it!!!

i haven’t been able to get them out of my head tbh like… i just wanna be the prim and proper stepsister to their messy and depraved stepbrother selves. the sheer contrast of it all that this stepcest au has ?? just gimme an innocent kinda snooty stepsis with a pair of dirty and horny stepbrothers pls

gimme dean who takes pleasure in pissing you off by eating all your favourite cereal and drinking juice right out of the carton and playing his music super loud. gimme dean who likes to get all in your face when you start to nag at him about it and gets you all nervous and wet with the way he stares down at you

gimme sam who’s a borderline psycho freak and likes to steal your underwear from the hamper and use it to jerk himself off. gimme sam who’s just asking to be caught and likes to dump that cummed on piece of fabric onto your bed once he’s done with it and dares waits for you to open your mouth about it to someone

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

10 mg of Truth

Cas approached Dean’s hospital room with a mixture of trepidation and misery pulling on his heartstrings. On the one hand, he was incredibly relieved that Dean was alive and would make a full recovery. On the other hand, Dean was in a lot of pain, and Cas knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. He’d depleted his grace saving the hunter from those five rabid demons who’d tossed him about like a football. For the time being, there was no juice left in him to heal the numerous fractures Dean had suffered, and it would be hard to have to watch him heal the old-fashioned, painful way.

Cas steeled himself before knocking softly on the door and entering Dean’s room.

He was awake - or as awake as someone on a high dose of morphine could be. Drowsy green eyes blinked at Cas from a face mottled with bruises. Dean’s right leg was in a heavy cast, his left arm immobilized in a sling to protect his broken collarbone. The thin hospital gown, Cas knew, was hiding a spectacular swath of bruising across Dean’s fractured ribs.

“Hey,” Cas greeted him softly.

“Hey…” A loopy smile tugged on Dean’s split lip when he recognized his visitor. He blinked again, as if those long, thick lashes of his were too heavy to keep his eyes open.

Cas’ heart did a sweet, painful little flip. He stood awkwardly by the side of the bed.

“How are you, Dean?”

That was what one asked a recuperating human, right?

Dean lazily clucked his tongue. “Peachy. Good as new in a few weeks. Hell, better than new!” He nodded at his leg. “They put hardware into me. I’ll be friggin’ Robocop!” He grinned, revealing his somehow adorably chipped front tooth.

Surprised, Cas couldn’t help but smile. He’d expected an angry, impatient Dean in a get-me-out-of-here temper. He’d expected a clenched jaw and the white-knuckled denial of pain. He’d expected the classic Winchester bravado on full display.

What he hadn’t expected was cheerful, drugged-to-the-gills charisma, and it was making him a little dizzy.

“I’m sorry that I can’t speed up your recovery,” he said, remembering his earlier woe. “At least not yet. I hope my grace refuels swiftly, so that, when we have you home–”

“Nah,” Dean interrupted him, flapping his good hand. “Don’t worry about it, Cas. You saved my ass. At least most of it.” He shifted with a goofy, crooked expression on his face. “Got a boot print on my left tush the size of Kansas, ‘s far as I can tell. But I’m alive, an’ those motherfuckers would’ve ganked me if it hadn’t been for you.”

Cas didn’t know what to say to that. But he didn’t have to, since Dean continued his hopped-up rambling.

“‘Sides,” he slurred, mischief in his eyes, “the nurses are really nice to me. And they’re hot. Well, most of them. Should’ve seen the one who took my temperature this morning. She was…” He gestured a “chef’s kiss” and smacked his lips. “Not as hot as you, though.”

Cas blinked.

What?

“Course, no one could beat that angel vibe you’ve got going on,” Dean continued, unfazed and chatty. “‘Holy’ my ass. You, Mr. Hot Accountant - “ Dean winked at him. “- were made for sin.”

Cas, struck dumb, felt his cheeks flush and his heart somersault in his chest. He’d felt attracted to Dean for so long, had hidden it as best as he could, badly, but determinedly, certain that, in spite of their special bond, Dean would never feel the same way about him. And now this - a medically induced, uninhibited flirt?

“Ah, yes- I mean, no!” he stammered. “Thank you, I -...” He struggled for words. He didn’t want to break the moment, desperately wanted to know if Dean meant this, or if it was just the meds talking. But he also didn’t want to take advantage of someone who was clearly off his head with pain meds and who, most likely, wouldn’t remember a single thing he’d said the next day.

“Cat eat your tongue?” Dean asked, his grin drooping sleepily.

Utterly confused, Cas looked around. “There is no cat.”

Dean huffed, wincing a little when the movement jarred his ribs.

“Cas,” he said softly, losing the fight against his heavy eyelids now. “I love you, man. Never change.”

His unencumbered hand searched and found Cas’ arm and slid down his sleeve against Cas’ palm. Castiel grasped and held it.

The angel had no idea what to say. Or what to think. How to correctly interpret Dean’s words. Chaos in his head and hope surging in his chest, he just stood there, Dean’s warm, calloused hand in his, and watched the hunter close his eyes and drift off to sleep.