#Knight!Dean

[rennerator]

WOOOOW WOOOOW WOOOOW!!!! S2 Ohhhhhh, THIS IS MAJESTIC!!!!!! AWWWWWWWWW LOVE LOVE LOVE I LOVE THIS SO SOOO VERY MUCH!!!!!!! I REALLY LOOOOOVE the colors and details there!!! And Dean's expression!!!! SOOO GOOD!!!! SOOO SOOO BEAUTIFUL!!!!! :D Don't worry, Dean, Cas is RIGHT THERE with you, ALWAYS!!!! ALWAYS ready to PROTECT you and be THERE for YOU!!!! This is SO SOOOO GORGEOUS!!!! Look at CAS' WINGS!!!!! AWWWWWWWWWWW Thank YOU!!!! THANK YOU SO SOO MUCH for this!!!! You are INCREDIBLE!!!! :) <3

i prayed to you, cas. every night.

[sailorsally]

Destiel is simply so powerful that not only hasn't it stopped going canon every few months for 5 years now but it also tried to go canon in a different universe (Harvey Dent & Bruce Wayne in Gotham Knights) on CW and when that didn't work out now they are about to go canon in yet another universe (The Boys) on Amazon Prime this time.

These two will literally not stop until they kiss each other and nobody can do anything about it.

[jiguurten]

The Beginning.

Getting into trueform!Castiel's design and how it changes thorough the series.

Bonus:

Angel experiencing a crush for the first time ever. Or, you know, feelings in general.

[unlikelykidpost]

This is my first time posting here, but I really want to hear from my fellow POC. Is anyone else tired of reading stories where it’s all about the main character x reader? You dive in, expecting a really inclusive narrative, but then it hits you: “Their cheeks glowed pink!” Seriously? Where am I getting that rosy hue? Or when the character casually puts their hair into an easy ponytail—come on, it takes me forever just to get my hair in a ponytail! You know what I mean, right..??

It's frustrating when the story drops hints that suggest the 'reader' is white. It really grinds my gears, and I wish writers would stop doing that, or at least include a warning that the reader character is going to be white. I want stories to be genuinely inclusive and for writers to be more flexible in how they describe characters. It’s disappointing when you can tell that a writer based their characters on white experiences and WHITE PEOPLE. but thats all, thanks for listening to my ted talk!!

[acefusti138]

[mythic-hunter]

this is a niche crossover but i hope everyone enjoys my creation

[lokischickadee]

I don't know how y'all do it but for some reason, the people who write in the Authors Note at the beginning of a fic apologizing and saying that english is not their first language, always has the best fics! I just KNOW the fic is about to be the best thing I've ever read when I read that! It doesn't matter if it's on Tumblr, AO3, Wattpad or whatever! It never misses! I love y'all so much!!

[rennerator]

WOOOW WOOOW WOOOOW Oh, THIS IS SO SOOOO F* COOL!!!!! S2 AWWWWWWWWWWW LOVE LOVE LOVE It reminds me SO SOO MUCH of Robb Stark from GoT!!! I LOVE THIS!!!!! All the DETAILS!!! SOO GORGEOUS, SOOOO BEAUTIFUL!!!! Look at THIS!!!!! I LOVE THIS VERY MUCH!!!!! :D Thank YOU!!! THANK YOU SO SOO MUCH for this!!! You are AWESOME!!! :) <3

two red eyes, a worn out throat, blood in the snow leading me home

[shallowseeker]

Cas is right. Dean, with all of his free will intact, would NOT have murdered the Stynes kid.

Like Cas, with his free will intact, would never have murdered Samandriel.

Their assessments of one another are actually correct.

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Both are on their way to becoming mindless super-soldiers who feel nothing.

And essentially, they tell each other, "you're gonna have to go through me" (to become that).

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Some similarities in the fight scenes:

They both reach out a hand to the other's shoulder, saying the other's name:

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Both twist the other's hand away:

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They ask each other to: "Stop," both telling the other in so many words that "this isn't you."

Their styles differ, of course. Dean goads Cas defiantly: "Come on you coward, do it!" Cas tries to remain level-headed and controlled, only moving to block and restrain.

Essentially, their desires are the same, for the other to stop.

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With everyone telling them who they should be, and trying to make them into things other than what their big hearts would actually want, they beg each other to stay as they are.

I don't want you to be what they want you to be.

Just be you. Just be.

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And then, much like Cas in the crypt... flight. Cas leaves.

Dean leaves.

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And here's what's on my mind... They were both GOOD at being soldiers. Unbelievably good.

Their talents were recognized early and exploited. They became chained to their respective battle aptitudes.

Both had to reckon with becoming addicted to war, to the feeling of adrenaline and black-and-white causes (see: Purgatory, hunting, etc.). Both often feel too much responsibility, punishing themselves and undertaking penance.

They struggled with thinking it's all they were good for, battle or WORK.

Or worse. For Dean, it was often being one of the "crazy ones," only "good for a fling." For Cas, it was often "being expendable."

They're looked down upon by the likes of Metatron: Cas is like a "dumb puppy," a "stupid, lumbering jock." Even Crowley talks to Dean this way on occasion: "It's math (idiot)."

It's also like when Death calls Cas a "stupid soldier." Or when the British Men of Letters call the ones on the ground doing the fighting and getting their hands dirty "dogs." Or when Henry calls hunters "apes."

Despite their supposed "legacy lineage," Sam and Dean inherited the Campbell class. The soldier class.

Interesting to me that Jack inherits this, too. Despite his aptitude for nearly everything he touches (computers, research, even blossoming machete skills when he kills Noah the Gorgon), Jack too will inherit this Campbell-coded "stupidity."

That's what Chuck charges him with in Unity: "TOO STUPID."

Jack has Cas and Dean's class: the soldier class.

[yankeeblue]

Ruff Ryders & Cash Money in The Source Magazine February 2000 issue. Photographed by Kevin Knight.

(via rapstylearcheology)

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

I'm gonna be reblogging a few fics that I feel may have gotten lost the first time around due to my weird Tumblr block thing. So be on the look out for any you may have missed! 🥰

The Quicksilver Princess Masterlist

Series summary: A fantasy AU in which Dean is part of a long line of warriors who protect the kingdom. What happens when his rescue of the little princess with the quicksilver eyes gets him a possible future bride?

Series Warnings: Nothing major. Show typical violence. Fantasy violence. Smut. Angst. Fluff. Each chapter will have its own specific warnings. So, watch for those.

Map || Main Master List || Tag Lists

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

[sinsing49]

[future-dregs]

Complete canon breaking AU where after Dean's deal and death and Ruby but BEFORE Dean's resurrection, Sam comes to the realization of their cycle, of how they'll be stuck. Deals and deaths and resurrections and loss and grief over and over again because neither one can stand to be alive while the other is dead.

But Dean's not just dead, and he's certainly not in Heaven, so Sam makes a deal, a final deal.

He'll give over his body, his corpse, his vessel, if he and Dean's souls will be reunited in hell.

And they do, and they torture their way up to the very top because as a pair in life they were dreadful, in hell they're uncontainable, uncontrollable. The king and knight of hell.

Powerful, black-eyed and incapable of being hurt anymore, because now they have each other and the flames are cozy as a cabin fire and the screams are like birdsong.

[a-girl-who-loves-disney]

Eee, I’m in love with this! I love me some Larp!Dean lol I went to the Ren Fair last month and so this totally made me smile. Love the idea of him rescuing people from creeps. It’s perfect. Amazing job!

Flufftober Day 10

@flufftober

Prompt(s): Bet/Game/Contest

Pairing: Dean Winchester x f!reader

Warnings/tags: misogyny/catcalling/dude being a creep and asshole (not Dean), duelling, canon-typical violence, Dean being a dork, I'm putting a warning here for cringe/stalker/gross behaviour from the asshole,

Summary: Whilst perusing a stall at the renfair you encounter a guy that just won't leave you be, when Dean overhears. As penance for coming to your "rescue", he's challenged to a duel for your hand.

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: I just loved writing this one. I actually went and re-watched the episode before I wrote it after I had the idea💀 I was stuck on this prompt for a while. I was thinking of pie eating contests (duh-doy) and bets with Loki but nothing seemed good enough. But I hope you enjoy reading! - Love, Grem 💜

As always, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! 💜

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Smoke wafted in-between the stalls and tents of Ye Olde Marketplace, the smell of meats, mead and treats making your mouth water. This was your second renaissance fair and you were determined to make it worthwhile. You were an elf this time around, not necessarily LARPing but just in costume; the whole nine yards with flowers in your hair, glitter on your cheeks and of course, pointed ears. Your outfit complimented your body excellently as well as your elven "character". Layered skirts and flowy bouse with your body adorned in earth-toned accessories, it was no wonder you were stared at by other fair goers.

One in particular had followed you from stall to stall. You tried blocking him out but the skin-crawling feeling of being watched had you on edge. You picked up a crystal at one of the stalls ran by a guy in a comical wizard hat and a long grey beard, reading the miniscule cursive card on the stand amongst the crystals. You couldn't make out every word but you thought it read something about keeping bad energies at bay.

You really needed that right now.

"Mi'lady." A voice said from beside you, making you jump. It was that guy. You can't control your facial expression as you cringe at him.

"Hi." You mutter and turn away. You secretly hope that all of the anti-douchebag crystals are out in full force because this is not something you do not want to be dealing with today.

"What doth bring a fair maiden such as yourself to a place such as this?"

His voice is grating and you suppress a shiver, opting to continue browsing instead of answering. Why did this have to happen to you?

"Hey!" The guy begins, reaching a hand out to you. "I'm talking to yo-"

You turn as you see his hand reaching towards you, ready to chew him out for being a creep, but another hand halted his hand in its tracks. Your eyes widen as you follow your rescuer's hand all the way up his arm to his face. He's dressed as some sort of knight, loose shirt and some chainmail, but his features have a stormy look to them as he glares at the guy who'd been following you. You melt into a puddle; handsome doesn't even begin to cover how damn good this guy looked. Even if he did have powdered sugar on his cheek.

"This guy bothering you?" His voice is gruff and stern, green eyes meeting yours and you find you can't quite say anything.

"Uh, well -"

"I wasn't doing anything - I was here first!" The creep protests and the look on your face says it all; you're disgusted and unimpressed.

You look back to your knight with no shining armour. "Yeah. He's bothering me."

"I declare a duel!" The creep says loudly and a few passers-by slow down to nosy in on the conversation. "For the lady's hand."

"Dude," Your hero sighs, looking incredulous at him as you roll your eyes with repulsion. "Give it a rest. Just take your damn potions and go."

The creep unsheathes a wooden sword and points it at your hero, who half-heartedly shrugs with an exasperated "really?". The creep jabs him in the chest once. He doesn't quite get to the second jab as his sword is smacked out of the way and a swift punch lands perfectly in the square of his face.

With a sickening crack he slumps to the ground, clutching a bleeding nose. You can't help but feel a little smug at the sight and your heart swoons just a little at the scene you've just experienced. A handsome knight coming to rescue a damsel in distress.

"Come on," You say to your knight, nodding to one of the other colourful stalls. "I believe I owe you a drink for rescuing me."

You set down two butter-beers on a picnic table, and jostle a brown paper bag of freshly made mini donuts in the middle. The smell that wafts from the bag is sickening - and you reach in and pop one into your mouth as soon as you're seated.

Your knight, who you found that his name was Dean, took a sip from the buttery stein in front of him, making a grunt of approval and immediately swigging more.

"Thanks again," You say over your own glass. "You fight for a maiden's honour a lot?" “It’s what I do. Saving people.” He looks like he’s about to add something else, but clears his throat, looking sheepish. “It’s a family thing, ya know?” “Hm.” You don’t know whether it’s the LARPing or if he’s being genuine, but your heart flutters again and you can't help but smile at him. He's stuffing two mini donuts into his mouth but when he catches you smiling at him, he attempts to smile back but his cheeks are too full and when you laugh at him his cheeks go pink.

"Well, cheers!" You raise your stein and clink it with his. The conversation ebbs and flows naturally and you soon find yourself engrossed in his family history - well, his character's family history - about monsters and demons and angels. It's so well-thought out you're almost embarrassed to not have anything so detailed.

After Dean's phone rings as you're traversing stalls together (nearly three hours later) and a very curt conversation with someone on the other end, Dean gives you an apologetic look.

"Sorry, duty calls." He sighs, tucking his phone away into his pocket again. You'd already exchanged numbers earlier after finding out you had more in common than you'd realised, and at the very least, if you couldn't date the guy you could at least be friends.

"That's alright. I had a blast today." You gush, grinning at him. He gives you a boyish smile in return and before he has a chance to say anything else, you lean up to place a soft peck on his cheek. Dean's smile only grows wider when you sternly remind him, "Keep in touch, Dean Winchester. I wanna know all about these monsters and the next parts of the story."

"Yes ma'am." He affirms with a short nod, making his way out of the fair, nearly tripping into a hidden rabbit hole because he can't stop looking over at you as he leaves.

You giggle and wave him out of sight. Perhaps you should make an equally intricate backstory for your LARP character, though not as sad as Dean's, using today as an example. You decide then and there that meeting Dean Winchester ought to be a turning point for something good instead of bad. Although, you can't quite decide who your next monster of the week will be.

You'll just have to call Dean for some ideas.

[thefandomfires]

Me the moment an attractive man with questionable character graces my screen

[marvelgaynesstothemax]