#SUPERNATURAL GIFS

[sweetonsugden]

I’ve always felt Cas was hoping Dean was going to say something else. I think he may have thought Dean was going to ask him back to the bunker. 🥺

You’re gonna wear that, on a date?

[preseriesdean]

15.20 | Carry On

[seasononesam]

Check it out. There’s actually fans. There’s not many of them, but still. Did you read this?

[undercovercannibal]

SUPERNATURAL 4.01 ⛥ Lazarus Rising

[borgialucrezia]

"[Saying goodbye to Sam and Dean] was the most difficult thing to do, but in the most beautiful way. Because we earned the right to have that moment, and it was special, but it was really difficult and emotional." — Jensen Ackles, spndallas 2023

[inacatastrophicmind]

[captainchilly]

"Since when do angels secretly hunger for White Castle?" ↳ 5.14 - MY BLOODY VALENTINE

[sounknownvoid]

🥺🥹😢 Jared & sam...

Jared suffering because he feels like he owes it to Sam is so Sam I can’t really deal with it (Pittcon 16)

[jasvtsc]

demon!dean x angel!reader.

tw! mentions of death, anxiety, blood, graphic language, manipulation, dean being an a-hole, corruption, grammar mistakes (ig)

word count! 2.1k

it was hard seeing dean in this state.

at first, you thought he was dead. you watched him die in your arms. then, you found out that he was a demon? and to make everything worse, no one wanted to tell you anything — they thought it was for the best.

why? you had no clue.

so, when they brought him in, back to the bunker, you almost got a heart attack. you wanted to scream, cry, throw up and do everything else that humans do when they’re overstimulated with emotions. however, your state of distressed euphoria didn’t last for long when the bad news came crashing down on you, making you hyperventilate and experience what was called a panic attack. while you were getting more human, your beloved was turning into his worst nightmare.

dean was a demon.

yeah, he indeed died a year prior, but because he was bearing the Mark Of Cain at that time, he was resurrected. and you weren’t exactly sure if you were happy about that.

sure, it was dean. he looked the same.

but it wasn’t your dean.

those green eyes, once full of love and adoration for you, now were as empty as the hole in your heart that his death left. whenever you looked at him, you didn’t see him — the soul once shattered but put back together by you. now, it was only darkness which consumed every tiny bit of light you tried so hard to put in him.

it wasn’t your dean.

you were sitting in the war room in your usual place — an armchair in the corner, right next to the cabinet stuffed with lore books and other things. nervously picking at your wings, you let the feathers drop to the ground as you stared with empty eyes at the wall in front of you. castiel and sam were discussing what to do with dean and how could they possibly save him — if the whole process was even reversible.

you had no idea how they managed to catch him in the first place and drag him back here — no one was telling you anything. you were as clueless as you could be, knowing only that the man you loved the most was now the creature of darkness you were taught to despise since the early stage of creation.

you didn’t get a chance to talk to him yet. and you weren’t exactly sure if you wanted to. you only saw how they dragged his unconscious body to the basement and locked him up in there, chained to the chair in the middle of the anti-possession symbol.

as more and more feathers covered the wooden floor, the man and your angel brother noticed the state you were in. they looked at each other and then back at you. sam sighed and came closer, placing his hand on your shoulder. you shivered lightly and looked at the younger winchester.

“hey, listen, we think that we found something which can help bring dean back. but we can’t leave him alone here so—“ sam explained with a soft smile, and you could see that when he turned his head towards cas, he wanted him to continue. the angel widened his eyes and nodded.

“oh, yeah. we want you to stay with him,” as always, painfully straightforward.

“why me? can’t one of you stay?” because frankly, you didn’t want to face him. not yet.

“birdie, you’re—“ sam started, but you quickly cut him off.

“don’t call me that,” you said with a stern voice, your tone almost threatening. it was what dean used to call you. no way you’d let this word slip from someone else’s mouth — it was reserved only for dean winchester.

“okay, fine, i won’t,” he raised his hands in surrender, taking a step back as he felt like you were about to hit him with something. “it’s just… you’re in no shape to go outside at the moment. look what you’ve done to your wings—“

“what i do with them is my fucking business,” you hissed, and both of them were stunned. you just cursed.

they were looking at you in disbelief, and suddenly, you felt embarrassed with your little outburst. however, you weren’t going to apologize for your feelings — you had an absolute right to be upset and frustrated. so, shooting them both a cold glare, you left the room.

in the end, you were left alone with dean. it took you some time to mentally prepare for the confrontation. but eventually, you pulled your shit together and decided to go down to the basement.

carrying a tray with some food, you slowly opened the door and peeked inside. suddenly, you felt as if your heart was about to burst out of your chest, and your mouth was dry as if you hadn’t seen a drop of water in days. you slowly walked out into the dim light, showing yourself to him after god knows how long.

and then, you heard it — a mocking, cold-hearted chuckle that echoed through the air.

“oh, now, who do we have here? my little birdie. i missed you so much, baby. did you miss me, too?” he asked with a cruel smirk, tilting his head to the side as he sized you up, his eyes flashing a pitch-black colour for a second.

for some reason, all the courage you built up in yourself vanished as soon as you made eye contact with him. he was scary. you never thought you’d admit it, but you were genuinely scared of the man who once used to hold you so dearly in his arms, stroking your hair and whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he placed small kisses on your temple. now, he had this darkness in his soul that made you want to hurl — your angelic nature physically declining being anywhere near such evil.

you tightened your fingers on the tray, looking around the room, thinking what you should do. you couldn’t free him from his restraints, but then again, he had to eat, somehow. because still, you cared about him. fuck, you still loved him.

“come on, birdie. you’re not even going to say hi to me? please, let me have a look at your pretty face. it’s been so long,” he cooed, suddenly putting on that soft voice you were so used to hearing. but then again, you could just sense the mockery and the dark intention behind his words. everything coming out of his mouth in this moment was insincere.

but was that enough to make you weak? yes.

because, oh god, even if it was just for your delusions and how naive you were, you just wanted him back. you wanted your dean back, and you were ready to pretend as long as it was needed.

so, slowly, you looked up at him, trying to hold back your tears as they dwelled in your eyes, threatening to spill down your rosy cheeks.

dean smirked menacingly, running his tongue over the top row of his pearly white teeth, letting out a grunt as he bit his lower lip, slightly thrusting his hips forward and spreading his legs.

“there we go. my good little angel,” he taunted, eyeing you up and down with a predatory smile.

“what happened to you?” you asked meekly, your voice trembling as you swallowed a lump in your throat. you were sick to your stomach, and the smell of evil basically radiating from him didn’t help.

“me? nothing, birdie. it’s me, dean. your dean. your precious human, don’t you remember?” he tried acting clueless and innocent but quickly gave in to his demonic nature, letting out a cruel laugh as he threw his head back. “come on, don’t act so fucking dense. i’m a demon, now. you should’ve gathered that much by now. or did they not tell you? no wonder. you’re so fucking infantile that it’s just straight-up pathetic. you’re not a fucking kid. sure, you’re this cute, little, clueless angel. but come on, use your damn feathered brain sometimes,” he scoffed and rolled his eyes.

and holy shit, did that hurt.

you bit your lower lip, your eyes now obviously glossy when you let out a small sniffle. you just wanted to run and hide somewhere, away from him and his cruel insults. now, you were 100% sure.

it wasn’t your dean.

you were ready to leave the basement. you turned around and took a deep breath, but dean wouldn’t let you go so easily. as soon as he noticed that you wanted to escape, he used his soft voice. again.

“hey, hey, hey. birdie, i’m sorry. you know i didn’t mean that. it’s just—“ he grunted as if he was struggling. “it’s this demon in me. i can’t control it,” he started panting heavily, a smirk still on his face as you were turned with your back facing him. “birdie, please. you have to believe me. i would never hurt you.”

damn, did that work.

hearing him struggle and be in pain just cut at your heartstrings. quickly, you turned around with a panicked expression and stepped closer to him.

“dean?” you asked, your voice breaking as tears flooded your face, dropping from your chin onto his thighs. he nodded, putting on an act and using his most pathetic expression.

“it’s me, birdie. please, help me,” he almost choked on his words, his voice pained and hurting. “please, baby, you’re the only one i can count on.”

you knew you’d probably regret that later. but jesus, you were so gullible, and you loved him so much.

almost immediately, you freed him from his restraints, cupping his face and stroking his stubbled cheeks. he sighed and grabbed your wrists, giving them a gentle squeeze as he leaned into your touch. at this point, you were long gone.

“tell me what’s happening, dean. let me help you,” you whispered, carefully scanning his face, still clueless that all of it was just a scene.

“it hurts. baby, it hurts so badly,” he whimpered, squeezing your wrists tighter. hearing that only made you panic even more.

“where? tell me where, i’ll heal you,” you sobbed, your vision blurry because of your tears.

“you can’t. you can’t heal it,” he panted, closing his eyes shut and grunting in mock pain.

“what do you mean?” you widened your eyes. “why not?”

“there’s only one way you can help me,” and you were ready to do anything for him, your self-preservation instincts turned off instantly. with a nod, you encouraged him to continue. “birdie, i need your blood.”

and that was enough for you to freeze on the spot. your mouth went dry, and you exhaled a shaky breath. he needed your blood, which was probably the most sacred thing in the universe. angel blood was the rarest to get, and it had its power.

“h-how? why?” you stuttered, shaking your head as you tried to understand it. you didn’t know anything about angels helping someone with their blood. and you were scared of the possible consequences.

dean cursed in his head, trying his best not to frown and scoff. instead, he kept on with the pathetic act. he whimpered again and then grunted, leaning forward as he put his hand on his chest, pretending that he struggled to breathe.

“please. i- i can’t,” he groaned and then screamed in pain.

“okay, what do i do?” you asked, widening your eyes as even more panic flooding your system.

“feed it to me. please, birdie. let me drink your blood,” he begged and then, you acted purely on your feelings, throwing any remaining logical thought out the window.

without much further ado, you lifted one of your wings and took a single feather. you slit your wrist with the sharper end, and as the crimson liquid started dripping down your skin at high speed, you put it closer to his face.

dean closed his eyes and inhaled the metallic scent. it took him a lot of effort not to moan in pure pleasure and excitement. he licked his lips and then grabbed your hand, putting his mouth in your wrist and drinking your blood like a man starved. you gasped and scrunched your eyes, tilting your head away as he dug his teeth into your skin for a better grip.

you began to feel more and more lightheaded as he drank more and more of your blood. when you finally looked back at him, only then did you realize your mistake. his eyes were pitch black, and his mouth was covered in your blood. he pulled away and smiled sadistically, looking at you like a feral animal.

he pushed you onto the floor and chuckled darkly, looking around the room. he grabbed the feather you dropped and it practically rotted in his hand, turning into a dark blade-like object. you widened your eyes, crawling away from him as he started to walk towards you with a bloodthirsty smile. and then, only one word slipped from his blood-covered mouth.

“run.”

a/n: idea inspired by @angelicjackles !! lmk what you think, all feedback is very much appreciated:))

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[seasononesam]

Sam + laptops 💻

I got [Sam] his computer, too. A Macintosh Performa. It’s in the trunk right now, but every time we spend a night under a roof he’s going to want it plugged in, I can tell. - John Winchester’s Journal by Alex Irvine

[undercovercannibal]

You know, I've been remembering things... little things, so clearly— What, donkey rides? You used to read to me, um, when I was little. I mean, really little from that old, uh... Classics Illustrated comic book. You remember that? No. Knights of the Round Table. King Arthur's knights were all on the quest for the Holy Grail. And I remember looking at this picture of Sir Galahad...

SUPERNATURAL 8.21 ⛥ The Great Escapist

[notacleangirl]

hes so pretty 😭

endless castiel - 6/∞

[nancylou444]

Supernatural was is and will always be about Sam and Dean.

[acecroft]

SUPERNATURAL 8.01

[atenea585]

Reading Time

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: Sam can't stand how cute you look while reading.

Word Count: 1,432

Tags/Warnings: +18, smut, cunningulus, established relationship, language.

“Although he knew he didn't have much time, the camerlegno Carlos Ventresca preferred to walk slowly.” You continued reading.

You were sitting on the bed with Sam resting his head on your chest and his arms around you as you enjoyed an afternoon together in the bunker alone. Dean had gone on a hunt with Garth, saying you two deserved time alone, and giving Sam a wink before leaving.

“Don't say I'm not the best brother you have.” He had said.

“Dean, you are my only brother.”

“He needed some time alone to gather his thoughts before delivering the opening prayer."

Sam shifted slightly, burying his face between your breasts before resting his chin, looking at you.

“What?” you asked at his gaze, looking away from the book.

“You look very pretty when you read.” 

You smiled and felt your cheeks blush, just like every time Sam gave you a compliment.

“Shut your mouth.”

“I'm serious." And you knew he was.

You shook your head in amusement and returned your gaze to the book.

“There were a lot of things happening. As he advanced into the sun-”

You stopped when you felt Sam move, crawling down your body.

“Where are you going?” you asked with a laugh.

“Nowhere. “Keep reading.” He looked up at you and nodded, asking you to continue.

You sighed and continued.

“As he walked alone through the dark north wing, he felt the weight of the…” You lowered your voice as you felt Sam rest his head against the side of your hip, but you shook your head, not wanting to be distracted. “The weight of the challenge of the last fifteen days.” You finished the paragraph.

Sam placed his thumbs in your pants and slowly pulled them down.

“Sam?” You looked down at him in confusion.

“Don't stop reading, honey.” He murmured as he continued to pull down your pants, making you lift your hips slightly to allow him passage.

You took a deep breath and ran a hand over your face, returning your gaze to the book.

“He had carried out his sacred duties to the letter.”

As you continued reading, Sam finished taking off your pants, leaving them aside and staring at your underwear.

“So pretty.” He murmured, bringing his head closer to place a kiss just above your clothed clit.

Your breath hitched in your throat and you licked your lips, the book obstructing your view of Sam.

“Then-then he had sealed off the pope's bedroom…”

With his index finger, Sam began to gently, even through the fabric, rub your clit. You gave a muffled moan and moved the book to the side.

“Sam, really-”

“Keep reading.” He said seriously, looking into your eyes for the first time since he took off your pants.

You gulped and returned the book in front of you.

“And… And organized the funeral.”

Sam smirked and returned his full attention to your center, continuing to rub gently and soft while at the same time listening to your words.

He didn't stop until he noticed a wet spot on your underwear a few inches below where he was touching. At that moment, he moved his finger away and spread your legs a little, placing the soles of your feet on the mattress and resting the side of his head against your thigh as he watched the large stain with delight, glistening from his actions.

In your case, you continued reading, slower this time, trying to focus on the words in front of you, but wanting fervently to put the book aside and hold Sam's head between your legs.

“So wet…” he whispered against your underwear before giving the center a lick.

You let out a muffled moan.

“S-Sam, c’mon-”

“Didn't tell you yet that you could stop reading.” He raised his head and you whined in disapproval. “If you keep reading I will continue. If you stop again, so will I.”

You huffed and continued reading.

“The designation of Mortati as great elector, the camerlegno said to himself… It had been correct.”

He nodded and lowered it back to you, taking another lick. This time you continued reading, having learned your lesson, not meaning you didn't stutter your next words. He placed his fingers at the end of your underwear and moved your legs as he pleased so he could remove the wet garment before placing them back as they were before.

“H-he was a free… freethinker and he spoke clearly.”

Sam continued licking until he rested his mouth completely against your pussy, moving his tongue in circles.

“Oh, fuck.” It escaped you, causing him to dig his finger into your thigh. “S-sorry.” You mumbled and continued reading. “The flames surrounded him… People screamed around him, and stones and… Blood rained from the sky.”

Sam Winchester may have loved eating vegetables, but when it came to you, he became a carnivore.

His licks became more desperate as did your words.

“S-Sam, I-I can't…”

His mouth never stopped, licking and at times nibbling on your folds, leaving you a mess. Your breathing was heavy while you grabbed the sheet under you with one hand and with the other you held the book as best you could. Your face was hot, probably blushing like a tomato, and Sam was making snorts noises against your pussy that only increased your pleasure.

“Fuck this!” You put the book aside and held onto his hair, moving your hips against his mouth desperately.

“Please, Sam, I'm s-so close.

He didn't utter a word, immersed in your pussy in every way possible. He didn't even care about breathing, just licking the juices that were flowing out of you uncontrollably.

Sam didn't care that you had already put down the book, too immersed in the task at hand. Make you come.

“Yeah, that's it, honey.” He murmured against your pussy before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking.

“Oh, Sam.” You moaned, pulling at his hair. “S-sammy, I can’t.” You shook your head as you buried your head into the pillow. “It's so much.”

“You can, you can.” He comforted you, caressing your thigh and leaving a kiss on the spot. You bit your bottom lip to silence your silly whimpers. “Hey, no, no, no, no, honey” He reached up with a hand, releasing your lip from between your teeth. “I want to hear all those beautiful sounds coming out of you, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay…”

He smiled softly at you and caressed your cheek before moving his hand back down to hold your thigh. He buried his mouth between your folds again, shaking his head to go deeper. Your moans turned into whimpers, his tongue pushing against your hole and drinking all of you in while all you could do was hold on to his hair.

He moaned against your pussy and nibbled your folds.

“C’mon, baby, come for me.” He murmured and you felt the vibrations inside you.

No sound came from your mouth as you came, your back arching and your body tensing from your orgasm. Sam made sure to drink every drop you gave him as if it were water for a thirsty person. He didn't stop drinking until your thighs trembled as did your breathing. He moved his mouth away, lifting half his body up, looking at you with a sideways smile.

“Are you okay, honey?” He asked before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I'm… Fantastic.”

He laughed softly and crawled over you, his arms on either side of your head and leaning down to leave kisses down your face.

You bit your bottom lip and ran your hand over his chest, down to his crotch, giving the prominent bulge a squeeze, hoping to return the favor, but he held your hand gently and brought your hand to his lips, leaving a kiss there.

“I don't need that. This was for you.”

“But I want-"

“At another time.”

He made a path of kisses along your arm until he reached your shoulder, and then kissed you on the lips. You felt your own taste, a sweet sting. He pulled away from the kiss and smiled at you, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Are you sure you're okay?”

“I already told you yes.” You extended your arms and pulled him in. "Come here." You hugged him, making him return to the starting position, Sam placing a blanket over both of you.

You stroked his hair as you both felt comforted by the other. You felt safe underneath him and he felt loved by you.

“I love you.”

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