#SUPERNATURAL GIFS

[ashlingmizuoka]

DEAN WINCHESTER

Supernatural | S1-S8 : Costumes & Disguises

[winchestergifs]

Find someone else. It's not me.

DEAN WINCHESTER SEASON 4 ✫ 2008-2009

[wendichester]

omg let me just say I LOVE your writing, you inspired me to start writing

can you please write more teen!dean x reader

luv ya <3

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summary. dean stumbles upon a hunter his age. he's... well... shocked.

pairing. teen!dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 725

notes. let's all chant together teen dean! teen dean! teen dean!

Dean Winchester has seen a lot of things in his sixteen years—things most people wouldn’t believe even if they saw them with their own two eyes. He’s fought monsters, patched up wounds, taken on responsibilities way beyond his age. He’s faced down things straight out of nightmares, but nothing—nothing—prepared him for you.

You stroll into the rundown diner like you own the place, all confidence and purpose, a hint of dried blood on the sleeve of your worn-out jacket. You don’t even look around, just march straight up to the counter and order a coffee like you’re twice your age. The lady at the register doesn’t even blink, probably too tired to care that some teenage girl is ordering black coffee like it’s a school night and not past midnight.

Dean’s sitting in the corner booth, elbows on the table, nursing a half-empty soda while Sam sleeps against his duffle bag across from him. Dad’s out on a hunt—left them here with instructions to stay put—and Dean had every intention of doing just that.

And then you happened.

He watches as you lean against the counter, tapping your fingers on the cheap Formica surface, eyes sharp as you scan the diner. You look... tough. Not in the way that the girls at his school pretend to be when they talk about how they’d totally punch someone if they had to. No, you look really tough, like you’ve seen the same kind of crap he has, like you know things. Your jacket has a tear near the shoulder, your jeans are streaked with dirt, and there’s something tucked into the waistband at the small of your back—he’d bet anything it’s a knife.

You’re a hunter.

And you’re his age.

Dean swallows, trying not to let his brain short-circuit over that fact alone. He’s spent his whole life surrounded by adults in this job, trailing after his dad and Bobby, occasionally meeting older hunters who treated him like a kid no matter how many hunts he’s been on. But you? You get it.

He should probably say something. Introduce yourself, Winchester, he tells himself, but his body doesn’t seem to be getting the message.

Then, as if the universe is hell-bent on making him look stupid, you glance his way—and catch him staring.

Dean whips his gaze down to his drink like it suddenly contains the answers to the universe. His heart does something weird in his chest, something that definitely has nothing to do with the fact that you just looked right at him.

When he chances a glance back up, you’re smirking. Smirking.

Oh, he’s so screwed.

Pushing off the counter, you grab your coffee and make a beeline for his booth like you’ve already made up your mind about something. You slide into the seat across from him—right next to Sam’s sleeping form—and raise an eyebrow.

“You got a staring problem, Winchester?”

Dean blinks. Wait, what?

“You—I—how do you—?” He fumbles, the easy confidence he usually carries with girls suddenly nowhere to be found.

Your smirk deepens. “Your dad’s kind of famous in the hunter circuit. John Winchester’s kids aren't exactly a mystery.”

Dean clears his throat, straightening up like that’ll somehow make him look cooler. “Yeah, well. Guess that makes two of us. Who the hell are you?”

“You can call me (Y/N),” you say, taking a sip of your coffee. “Just rolled into town. Heard there was some vamp activity nearby, figured I’d check it out.”

Dean raises an eyebrow. “On your own?”

“Duh,” you say, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I’ve been doing this since I was a kid. And I don’t do babysitters.”

Dean huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, well. That makes two of us.”

For a second, there’s a beat of silence. And then you tilt your head at him, eyes flicking over his face like you’re studying him, and something about that makes Dean’s stomach flip.

“You’re not what I expected,” you say.

Dean squints. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. Thought you’d be taller.”

Dean sputters. “I—what—I’m six feet tall!”

You grin over the rim of your cup. “Sure you are.”

Dean groans, scrubbing a hand down his face, but he can’t stop the chuckle that escapes him. You’re something else. And he kind of likes that.

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[mostlymarvelgirl]

.~°•.Jealous Much?.•°~.

`~°•.▪︎☆ Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

`~°•.▪︎☆ Requested by: @dianawinchester03 it might slightly vary from your request cuz I got carried away. Hope you like it. 🫂

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`~°•.▪︎☆ Summary: Dean gets a little jealous of the reader flirting for a case. Things get heated.

`~°•.▪︎☆ Word Count: 1573 words

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, Slightly Dark Jealousy, Possessiveness, Rough play, Slight BDSM, Pain & Pleasure Play, Cunnilingus, Mention of bodily fluids, Penetrative Sex, A little Angst but with a sweet ending.

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The suspect was a tall, dark-haired man with brown eyes, sits across from you at the cafe's small table. He smirks, 'You know, most women aren't this persistent when interrogating me.' He leans forward, his eyes locked onto yours.

You lick your lips slowly, 'And what happens when they do? Do you talk?' You flash him a small smile, crossing your legs seductively. 'You're not married, are you?' You ask, already knowing the answer. He grins wolfishly.

You smile flirtatiously on purpose. God you felt disgusting honestly but atleast you got the evidence you needed. You felt eyes staring into your head.

Dean Winchester was not someone who liked sharing. Possessive much? Very. His jaw was locked tightly as he watched you and the suspect, John Grimes something... his name didn't matter to Dean. He wanted that guy dead but unfortunately you and Sam needed that asshole to solve the case.

And since he loved you and trusted you. He tolerated. But this...This was too far. He couldn't take it anymore.

Dean's hands clenched into fists at his sides as he watched you flirt with Grimes. His eyes narrowed, a deep scowl etched onto his face. He knew you were just playing a role, but seeing another man's eyes on you, seeing you smile at him like that... it made something inside him snap.

The room suddenly goes quiet. You feel the shift in atmosphere, the way the cool air seems to change. Turning slightly, you see Dean leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes blaze with an intensity you recognize all too well - possessive rage. He's been watching you flirt.

You quickly wrap up the conversation with Grimes, your heart racing at the sight of Dean. "If you think of anything else, you know how to reach me." You stand up smoothly, gathering your things. Grimes's eyes trail down your body appreciatively, but you barely notice.

"Damn right she doesn't notice," Dean growls softly to himself, watching Grimes practically eye-fuck your body. His expression darkens, his shoulders tensing.

.

.

.

Dean slams the door to their motel room behind you, his boots echoing on the worn-out carpet. You turn to face him, seeing the raw jealousy and lust burning in his eyes. He doesn't say a word, just grabs you by the waist and pulls you against him roughly.

"Jealous much?", you ask him teasingly his hands squeeze your hips possessively, his face inches from yours.

"You think I'm jealous?" He snarls, his breath hot against your lips. "Baby, jealousy is way too.. fucking tame for what I'm feeling right now." His grip tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh.

You laugh softly, "You know I was just doing my job, right?" You wrap your arms around his neck, your body pressing against his. "I didn't mean to make your caveman side come out." You bite your lip to hide your smile.

Dean's eyes flash with anger and something darker. "Caveman side?" He repeats, his voice low and dangerous. "Baby, this ain't no fucking caveman side. This is me wanting to rip that fucker's eyes out for looking at you like that."

"And how was he looking at me, exactly?" You smirk, enjoying the fact that you've riled Dean up so thoroughly. Your fingers play with the hairs at the nape of his neck as you wait for his response, fully aware of how jealous he's acting.

Dean loses control. He grabs handfuls of your dress, tearing it down the middle. The sound of ripping fabric fills the room. He shoves the ruined dress off your body along with your bra. Your panties follow next - he rips them off roughly, making you gasp. "Spread."

His voice is harsh, commanding. You spread your legs automatically, standing there in nothing but your heels. He steps between your thighs, his large hands gripping them possessively as he pulls them further apart. "He looked at my girl like she was his next meal,"

"So I'm going to remind you who you belong to," He growls, his hands tightening on your thighs as he pulls them up around his waist. He doesn't bother taking off his jeans, just shoves them down enough to free himself.

He pushes inside you hard and rough, making you cry out. No foreplay, no slow build-up. He's past that. He's past being gentle. His mouth captures one of your breasts, biting down softly as he pounds into you, the motel room filling with the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

Your back hits the wall with each thrust. He's like an animal, taking you rough and deep. Your breasts bounce with each movement, your fingers scrambling for purchase on his shoulders. He feels too good, too big. Your body struggles to adjust to his brutal rhythm.

"Who do you belong to?" He demands, his face buried in your neck. He lifts you higher, wrapping your legs around his waist and changing the angle, hitting that spot deep inside you that makes your vision blur. "Say it." His hand reaches up to cover your mouth, muffling your cries.

"You," You moan against his palm, your body tight around him. He's hitting that spot relentlessly, making your toes curl. "Only you." Your nails rake down his back. He growls, pounding into you harder. "Like this?" He asks darkly, knowing he's being rough.

"Yes," You whimper, your head thrown back against the wall. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the intensity. He feels so good, so right. His hand reaches up to pinch one of your sensitive peaks hard. You scream against his palm, your body shaking with an intense, unexpected orgasm.

Dean pulls out abruptly, leaving you empty and aching. Before you can protest, he drops to his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders. He buries his face between your thighs, his tongue diving in without warning. He eats you out like a starving man, rough and messy.

His fingers spread you open, holding you in place as his tongue laps at your sensitive clit. He pays no mind to your sensitive state, instead, attacking the bundle of nerves with fervor. You scream, squirming against his mouth, but he doesn't relent.

He pulls away just as you're about to come, making you whimper in disappointment. He grabs your hips and flips you around, putting you on your hands and knees on the motel room floor. He shoves back inside you hard before you can catch your breath, making you cry out.

Dean sets a relentless pace, pounding into you from behind with brutal force. Each thrust slams your knees against the rough carpet, a gritty sensation grinding against your skin. His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise, using them as leverage to pull you back onto his cock.

"Come on, baby," He grunts, his voice strained. "Squeeze my cock with that tight little pussy. Show me how much you like it when I fuck you like this." He reaches around to pinch your clit hard, sending sparks of pain and pleasure through your body.

He hits that spot inside you over and over, his hips slapping against your backside. You can feel another release building quickly, but he always pulls away before you can find relief. He's determined to break you, to make you beg.

Finally, Dean can't hold back any longer. He slams into you one last time, holding himself deep inside as he groans loudly, his cock pulsing with his release. You feel him fill you up, the warmth of his cum triggering your own orgasm.

Dean slowly pulls out, making you wince. He watches his semen drip down your thighs, his expression unreadable. He surprising grabs a blanket from the bed, wrapping it around you gently. "Here," His voice is soft, careful. A complete contrast to how he was just treating you roughly.

He pulls you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. His fingers gently brush your hair away from your face, his touch tender and caring. "Are you okay?" he asks softly, his voice laced with concern. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, then another on your lips.

"Did I hurt you too much?" His hands run soothing circles over your back. Despite his rough treatment earlier, he's now gentle as a lamb, checking for any marks or bruises. "Christ, I was too rough," He murmurs against your hair, cradling you closer.

"I'm okay... though..." you smirk.

"Maybe I should do this often if it gets you this riled up." You kiss his cheek sweetly.

"Oh really?" His lips curl into a dangerous smirk, eyes darkening playfully. "You want me to trigger like that again, sweetheart?" His hands slide down to your hips possessively. "Because I swear to God, you keep talking like that..." He leans in close, nearly whispering.

"I'll have you screaming my name all night long," His voice is low and husky, with a clear promise of more intense encounters. His lips brush against your ear as he continues teasingly. "And trust me, darlin', you ain't got nothing on me when I'm really triggered."

You bite your lip, a mischievous glint in your eye that shows you're more than ready for round two. "Promises, promises," you taunt softly, your fingers tracing over his chest. Dean growls playfully, capturing your hand and bringing it to his lips.

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[bloodydeanwinchester]

DESTIEL IN EVERY EPISODE → 8x16 remember the titans

do you think cas was in the middle of killing one of the hundreds of copies of dean when he got this prayer?

[h8aaz]

❝ 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩!𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 .ᐟ ❞

gabs yaps .ᐟ — this should go without saying but minors please DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS!!!! this is quite LITERALLY porn and i don't wanna be responsible for yall!!!! anyways, ya gotta be logged into twitter to view em i'm pretty sure but otherwise, enjoy!!! (not u minors dear god pls fucking go away PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU)

its obvious i had planned this for both stanford!sam and sub!sam before finding a few for older!sam lol

(i'll have actual fics for stanford! + older! out whenever i finish them!! sub!sam getting pegged maybe soon??)

also this is HEAVILY inspired by @figthoughts 🤍🤍

🍒 older!sam

stuffing you with his cock

getting off after a long day

fucking you after a hunt

pleasuring you

doggy to fill you up

🍒 stanford!sam

making out after sex

taking his frustration out on you after a quiz

riding his thigh

stroking him until he cums

riding him

fingering you

distracting you from studying

second round

reward after passing a test

seeing each other after a school break

first time from behind

🍒 sub!sam

what he sends when you're away

rubbing yourself on him until he cums in his boxers

making him wait

pegging him

letting him eat you out

making him promise to cum inside

using him when he's needy

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[iamthetruestrepairman]

[seasononesam]

So I went to an old friend for help. But watching him, I stopped. Everything he sacrificed, and I was about to ask him for more.

[mypeopleskillzarerusty]

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Something to be thankful for.

[paunchsalazar]

in heaven

[chappellsroans]

#The destiel confession scene but it's just text posts from this day because I still can't believe this was real

[wendichester]

ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ not it²,

summary. sam is done listening to you and dean argue

pairing. dean winchester x reader ft. sam winchester

wordcount. 811

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The bet is stupid.

At least, that’s what you and Dean keep saying.

But it’s been an entire day, and not once have you argued.

Not when he stole the last slice of pie at dinner and smirked at you like he was begging for a fight. Not when he left his wet towel on your bed like an absolute menace. Not even when he called you princess again, testing you, waiting for you to snap.

You didn’t.

Instead, you smiled. Sweetly.

And that’s when everything shifted.

Because without the fighting, without the constant back-and-forth, there was something else lurking underneath it all. Something that made your stomach flip every time Dean looked at you for a little too long.

And he was looking.

Across the room. At the dinner table. From the driver’s seat of the Impala when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

You don’t acknowledge it. But you feel it.

And so does Sam.

He’s been watching you both all day, eyebrows raised, smirking to himself every time Dean hovers too close or you brush past Dean just a little too slowly.

And now? Now you’re all sitting in the bunker’s main room, pretending things are totally normal.

You’re curled up in one of the armchairs, pretending to read. Dean is sprawled out on the couch, pretending to watch TV. Sam is across from you both, arms crossed, not pretending at all.

“So.” Sam clears his throat, giving you both a pointed look. “How’s the not fighting going?”

Dean stretches, his voice lazy. “Piece of cake.”

You hum in agreement, flipping a page. “Easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

Sam scoffs. “Right. So that’s why Dean’s been staring at you like a lovesick teenager all day?”

Dean chokes on air.

You snap your book shut, cheeks burning. “Excuse me?”

Sam leans forward, grinning. “Oh, c’mon. I wasn’t born yesterday.” He gestures between you. “This? All of this? It’s embarrassing.”

Dean glares at him. “Shut up.”

Sam shrugs. “Make me.”

Dean grabs the nearest throw pillow and hurls it at his brother’s face.

Sam laughs, tossing it aside. “That’s not making me shut up.”

Dean groans, slumping back against the couch. “You’re the worst.”

“Disagree.” Sam smirks. “Because I know I’m right.” He glances at you, then back at Dean. “And you both know it, too.”

You cross your arms. “You’re reading way too much into this.”

“Am I?” Sam leans back, stretching his arms behind his head. “Then prove me wrong. Go another day without arguing.”

You falter.

Dean shifts beside you. “That’s stupid.”

Sam raises an eyebrow. “Why?”

Dean opens his mouth, then closes it.

You glance at Dean. Dean glances at you.

And suddenly, the air crackles.

Sam notices. And grins. “That’s what I thought.”

You open your book again, stubborn. “You’re so annoying.”

Sam laughs, standing. “Have fun, lovebirds.”

You throw the pillow at him this time.

He dodges it effortlessly, shaking his head as he leaves the room.

And just like that, you’re alone with Dean.

Silence settles between you. Thick. Charged.

You’re so aware of him. The way he’s still watching you. The way he hasn’t moved.

Slowly, you lower your book, meeting his gaze.

And oh.

His eyes are darker than usual. More intense. Like he’s seeing you for the first time.

Your stomach flips.

Dean exhales, shifting closer. “So.” His voice is lower now, rougher. “Think we can do another day?”

You swallow. “What, not fighting?”

He hums, watching you. “Not fighting. Not—” He pauses, licking his lips. “Not this.”

Your heartbeat stumbles.

Because what is this?

What does he mean?

But you already know.

It’s this. The way your knees brush under the table, the way your breath hitches when he leans in. The way his fingers graze your wrist, like he’s testing something.

The way you don’t pull away.

Dean’s eyes flicker down to your lips.

And oh.

This is happening.

You can feel it—feel the exact moment everything shifts, the exact second the line you two have been toeing for months finally snaps.

And then—

Then he kisses you.

It’s soft.

Softer than you ever expected from Dean Winchester.

There’s no rush. No teasing. Just this. Just his lips brushing against yours, like he’s savoring it. Like he’s memorizing it.

You inhale, gripping his shirt. He exhales, tilting his head, deepening the kiss—just slightly, just enough to make your head spin.

It’s slow. Sweet.

Like he’s been waiting for this forever.

And maybe he has.

When you finally pull away, your foreheads rest together, breath mingling.

Dean swallows. His voice is hoarse when he whispers, “That’s one way to win a bet.”

You laugh, breathless. “Yeah.”

Then—

From the doorway—

Sam.

Smirking. Arms crossed.

“I knew it.”

Dean groans, dropping his head against your shoulder. “Oh, shut up.”

Sam just chuckles, shaking his head as he walks away. “Idiots.”

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[samdeancest]

needs his big brother between them ugh.

Naked objectification of Sam Winchester’s open mouth

[anduriil]

supernatural actor men getting married and. I can't believe but we. well we. we got a. we got a gif for it

[kisris]

lil guy