#Sam Winchester deserves happiness

[hauntedsamdean]

Soul

full of

sunshine

Sam Winchesters smile is as bright as the sun, it shines brightly bringing happiness to anyone lucky enough to see it

His laugh is filled with golden honey, so full and so sweet, it sounds like the harps cherubs play in the heavens on soft clouds

Sam Winchesters eyes are the green grass and brown earth that you sit upon on a summers day, the warm rays can be seen shimmering behind them

His voice is deep and smooth, offering comfort on a night near a camp fire. The fireflies dance around as he speaks sweet nothings and the bright hue from the fire reflects off his perfect lips

Sam Winchester is the sun. He is the summer day, the sun rays. He is sweet honey and summer nights. He is fire, he is sunshine.

[youchangedmedestiel]

Imo the best ending to Supernatural would have been to just stop with them alive on a random hunt or them finding jobs and living the life they just wanted or whatever.

And then the story just fucking STOP, because Chuck is not here anymore, so they are no longer part of a story they are finally free. And we could still write and read fanfic about how they live after they won.

[manwiththemagic]

s14 kill me. s14 kill me.

I JUST WANT JACK TO BE HAPPY. IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR?? FUCK YOU WRITERS. AND CHUCK. AND THE WRITERS. JACK DIDN'T DESERVE THAT SHIT AND YOU KNOW IT. YOU LIKE SUFFERING HUH? WANNA SEE A LITERAL 2 YEAR OLD SUFFER?? HE MIGHT NOT LOOK TWO, BUT LETS BE SO FR HE ACTS LIKE A KID.

[valeron99]

Happy birthday, Dean Winchester🎂

[virfujiwara]

Screaming and crying btw, if you care

Also I'm holding an art giveaway rn if you wanna go check that out

[sambrosiac]

not now sweetie, mommy's defending sam winchester in the tiktok comments

[whenitcomestodeath]

Dean Winchester's demise is something so personal to me bc what do you mean dean, ever since he knew how to speak, never had a thing to call his own, dad's Impala, dad's jacket, and then he couldn't call Sammy his belonging, his possession. His, could he. and then universe gave him the angel of Thursday, who was taught to love and live by observing dean, bc what do you mean Castiel angel of the lord's first priority was always dean dean dean. And dean finally had something to call his own. His best friend. His protector. He had Cas for his taking every time and Cas, always ready to give to dean dean dean. Bc what do you mean this angel told dean how much of a loving and selfless and worthy man he was and left him to save him, with nothing, sobbing

[cthulhum]

the way i see it the supernatural finale could be interpreted as disrespectful and a slap in the face to the characters who fought so hard to create their own story, write their own destiny, define all odds and live their lives outside of gods will in this case but personally to me the whole "this was always gonna end like this", "love was there and it didn't chnage anything. but it still matters that the love was there", and the fact that their story and legacy will live on and the fact that sam and dean died the way they were introduced to us in the very first episode and the way both characters always predicted,, is kind of,, its kind of beautiful,..

[sammygender]

normally i have enough of a complicated relationship with dean that thinking about his death in the finale doesn’t make me too unhappy but sometimes i’m like. man. he never even got sober…… we deserved to see old man dean drinking non alcoholic beer. sigh

[gleeksfreaksandwannabes]

Well hey!

So after I finished my Marvel story I figured I’d jump back into Supernatural. This story is one of my favourites I’ve ever written, so if you guys wanted to give it a chance that would be amazing!

So here is the latest chapter of my giant fix-it for the end of the show, aka “the author gives Dean the love and support he needs while telling an angsty story of him getting Cas back,”

[hauntedsamdean]

when you let the sun in

the dust turns to glitter

The boy who's life was doomed from the start

Yet he somehow shines the brightest

The sparkle of his eyes never seems to dull

The glitter of his soul never seems to fade

The shine of life never seems to go away

The boy who's life seemed to have ended before it started

Yet he somehow will never be stopped

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM WINCHESTER 🎉🎉🎉

[pippinscribs]

Day 5 - LGBT+ sam / favourite relationship

Too many contenders for queer sam but I couldn’t not have Max ‘Mostly How to Seduce Men’ Banes in the end

(sketch under the cut with funky hats)

[manwiththemagic]

I hate mfs who infantlize Dean. "My lil babyyyy 🥺 omg he was expected to raise Jack after Jack killed cas and—" DIE. DIE IN A PLANE CRASH.

DEAN IS A GROWN ASS MAN. yes he was sad about cas', yes he had the right to be upset but not at JACK?? it's so obvious it's not jacks fault your actually insane.

And babying an ABUSIVE man is insane. Yes I do love deans character but I can admit he was being toxic. Also there was way more going on than just cas??

Like his mf MOM was gone?? Crowley (a good ally) was gone, Kelly (an innocent person) was gone. Obviously cas was one of the few people he actually gaf about but OMFG.

THOSE destiel shippers just irck me. I myself fw destiel but not like this??

these are the same MFS that are like "Dean and cas' and their baby Jack🥺🥺🥺" I DESPISE YOU. because no. Just no. Dean was NOT a father to jack. You know he he WAS a father too??? LITERALLY ANY OTHER KID IN THE SHOW. PICK ONE.

like you want destiel as dads?? Okay. Claire is right there pal. Because Jack is sastiels kid, and Claire is destiels and I STAND on that fact.

Idk how many fans there are like this but MANNNNN. this is why Tumblr is better than twitter/fuckass x. Tumblr algorithm save me. Save me Tumblr algorithm.

ONE MORE THING.

I hate when people see smth to do with deans bond w/ Sam and just THROW IT AWAY and give it to Dean and cas. LIKE NO. No. Dean and Sam are the MAINNNN mfs of this show. Sam and deans relationship is legit why everything happens. Not in a wincest way or anything but GODDDDD.

gang be so fr.

OR. OR. WHEN PEOPLE PRETEND CAS DOESN'T GAF ABOUT SAM. COME ONNNNNN. They were friends gang. Cas talking about how he won't let Sam self sacrifice and about how he understands him now after being human.

OR cas' happiness when sam comes back w/ his soul in s6?? He obviously cares about sam. Sure you can bring up the destiel confession like "oh but he loves Sam bc of Dean and—" stfu. They still care about each other. Tfw all care about each other and it's upsetting when people throw that away ☹️☹️

Anyways thanks for reading. Uhhhh goodbye to my tedtalk?? I feel like shit RN and idk what to do about it. LMAOOO

Kill myself?? <<<<< Rant about non important spn issue online!!

[youchangedmedestiel]

I wrote this little ficlet (available on AO3 too) for Valentine's Day, it's called "Just a small green ball":

Dean is in the kitchen of the bunker. He is in a good mood, humming led zeppelin’s songs while cooking. Sam and Eileen took Jack out of the bunker for few days but based on the quantity of food Dean already made in less than two hours, no one would think there are only two here, and even less that one is a human and the other an angel that doesn’t really eat.

He is flipping the pancakes he prepared when he feels a strong and warm body pressing against his back, arms wrapping around his waist.

“Hello, Dean.” The gravely and familiar voice whispers into his ear, triggering goosebumps on his neck and arms and a smile. Then soft and tender lips kiss him on his pulse point. “Are you really that hungry?”

“No, I’m not.” Dean answers like he is hiding something, that’s when he feels that warm touch leaving. He turns around and faces Cas, looking at him with squinted eyes and his head tilted.

“Dean, why did you cook all these?” Cas asks, his eyes wandering on the kitchen counter. There is an apple pie, already cooked pancakes on the left and raw pancakes dough on the right with PB&J sandwiches. But this is not all, ingredients to cook burgers are also visible and probably even more are in the fridge.

“I have a gift for you.” Dean explains, smiling widely, as he fidgets the pocket of his jeans. “Ta da.” He exclaims, holding a little red wooden box between them. “Open it.” He tells Cas, who is looking at the box, puzzled. The angel takes it and does as told.

“Dean, what’s that?” Cas asks, his head is not tilted anymore but he looks at Dean questioningly.

“I’ve been looking for it for a looong time. And I finally found it. I was thinking that today might be a good day to give you this gift. Since, you know –“ Dean says, acting goofily, but Cas rolls his eyes. He still doesn’t know what this one small green ball is for.

“I know it’s Valentine’s Day, Dean. Isn’t that why Sam and Eileen left the bunker with Jack for few days? Because you know –“ Cas stops and lifts his arms, then adds “we were ‘celebrating it too loudly’ last year”, using the air quotes. Dean’s cheeks turn slightly pinkish remembering the reason for the loud noises last year. He swallows hard.

“Eat it.” Dean orders, he can’t wait any longer, for the next part of the surprise.

“You want me to eat the ball?” Cas asks, and Dean looks at him like he expects him to realize the innuendo, but he never does and in a way he thinks that makes it even funnier. At least it makes him feel fonder of Cas. Dean nods, looking at Cas lovingly. With that gaze, he could make Cas do anything, even if the angel doesn’t really need that to do everything for Dean. Cas swallows the ball. “What now?”

“Come, sit here.” Dean leads Cas to the kitchen’s table by grabbing his arm and Cas lets himself be dragged where Dean wants. Cas settles while Dean grabs the PB&J sandwiches on the counter and brings them to the table. He looks excited and Cas still doesn’t understand why but he smiles, because he loves seeing him happy. Though he knows PB&J’s could do that to someone, because he used to feel like this when he was a human and could taste them. He still misses them.

Dean pushes the plate towards Cas. “Eat.” He offers, smiling proudly. They sure look good, and Cas would love to do that, but they are just going to taste like molecules. He can’t refuse though, not when Dean looks at him like that with big wide eyes, he looks like the child he was never allowed to be. Cas grins at him and picks one up. Dean watches him expectantly as Cas leads it slowly to his mouth and takes a bite. Suddenly, Dean sees Cas’s eyes open widely in shock.

“Dean,” he exults, his mouth full.

“I know,” Dean nods, smiling. He did good on this one and feels proud when he sees how Cas takes one bite after another with really breathing. “Easy tiger, slow down.” Dean chuckles.

“But Dean, I can taste it, like human taste it.” Cas observes, then adds “How is that even possible?” Cas asks, picking up another sandwich.

“That green ball is responsible for it.” Dean explains, as he takes one sandwich for himself.

“I guessed that. Where did you find it?” Cas asks, his mouth filled again with peanut butter and jelly.

“I’m not going to reveal all my little secrets.”

“I guess I’ll have to make you spit it out then.” Cas says, smirking.

“Right.” Dean answers, and swallows hard. “But first we've got a big and tasty day ahead of us. You should try my burgers.” Dean says as he gets up and walks toward the kitchen.

Later, now that they are settle in the Dean cave in front of a movie to digest every meal Dean prepared, he needs to know, “so what’s your favorite meal then? Pie? I’m sure it’s pie? Or burgers? I did them real good today.” Dean shifts in Cas’s arms, because he wants to look at him when he answers.

“You, Dean.” Cas throws.

“I – huh –“ Dean’s cheeks turn really pink this time, it’s even perceivable with only the TV screen’s light on. Dean doesn’t have time to say more that Cas’s lips take possession of his in a hungry - despite all this food - and heated kiss.

[quietwingsinthesky]

still thinking about aro!dean btw. thinking about that passage in john’s journal where he laments that at dean’s age, he had a wife and kids while dean is a hunter. and like. do you think john ever told him that? i imagine he did, set the scene, he’s drunk and dean has been pulling his boots off before bed since he was seven years old and now he’s in his twenties, still that boy taking care of his father, and john is apologizing for once. for how dean didn’t get the chance for what he had (except even now, all this mourning is framed around dean, but it’s not about dean, it’s about john, what he lost and can’t get back) and dean is listening to his father tell him he should’ve had a wife, should’ve had kids, should’ve had a house and the whole nine yards.

because more than the rest of the world telling dean what he should have, should want, his father crying to him that he ruined it all is gonna dig it’s claws into his head the most.

maybe john doesn’t even remember it in the morning. dean does.

so now that hangs over him, too. every feeling of ‘this isn’t quite right, isn’t what I’m comfortable with’ has to contend with the knowledge that his dad felt guilt he couldn’t have it. (compound that with sam’s request at the end of s5, and of course he ends up on lisa’s doorstep. it’s what they thought he wanted, so they told him to take it once he was free, but in doing so, culled his freedom down to a backyard and a shared bed with someone he barely knows and tries to love the way he should.)

and most importantly of all, obviously, I’m thinking about dean getting older. about how the weight of his father never really falls off, but he gets better at carrying it. and he can say to himself, he’s long past the point where he should’ve gotten all that stuff in order anyway. might as well work with what he’s got. (while what he’s got makes him happier than the life john imagined he stole ever could have.) new freedom that comes with aging out of expectation, in a way. a space to build his own life. and so one day, when dean the age john was when he wrote about it in his journal, he’s doesn’t feel like he missed out on anything at all.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

driving out into the sun (not gonna go down with my hometown in a tornado) (Supernatural finale fix-it)

Destiel. Supernatural finale fix-it. Crossposted on ao3. Title is from “I Know The End” by Phoebe Bridgers.

Fuck this.

Fuck no happy endings. Fuck dying without a cause. Fuck letting the Empty steal away the love of his life and Heaven stealing away the dreams that Dean has only let himself believe in since he met an angel and finally began to peel away the layers of self-doubt and self-sabotage that his father wrapped him in since before he could remember.

Dean's not a good man. He'd never pretend otherwise. He doesn't think he's capable of it, after everything he was made into by his father, after everything he's been, after everything he's done.

But he's okay with that. Good men go to heaven. Great men get remembered.

Men like him- broken, abused, ruined, dead, undead, alive, breathing, surviving men- get their own fate. They don't have heaven or hell. They have earth and all it has to give them.

And for the first time in Dean's life, he's not looking at the road. At least, not as his father did. Not as Dean did, for over twenty years.

The road is not heaven. The road is not the hunt. The road is not endless nights alone or hooking up with strangers, facing down death as everyone Dean has ever cared about or loved receives a tragic ending.

The road is just...there. A path. A choice. A possibility.

A fate that Dean gets to choose for himself.

And some parts of the road he still wants. He was named after Dean Moriarty, after all. The road is a part of his identity. Baby carries his soul- what's left of it- everywhere he goes.

But there are other parts of his identity. Bobby. Jody. Claire. Jack. Sam. Cas.

Cas.

If you had asked Dean twelve years ago (or dozens, or hundreds, or thousands, or whatever fucked up amount of time has truly passed in between countless deaths and trips to other dimensions and heaven and hell and possession and time and space and survival) what he thought he'd be doing in 2020, he probably wouldn't have said scooping up his brother and almost sister-in-law and his adopted son and asking said adopted son to carve them a way into the Empty. He can't find it in himself to care. His previous self needs to grow up and realize that cynicism and pessimism doesn't equal maturity. John Winchester was a shitty role model.

Cas is sitting on the ground, head in his knees, so impossibly, horribly still when they arrive, but his head snaps up the moment that Jack's sneaker hits the ground in the Empty. His blue eyes are wide and incredulous as Jack runs forward and engulfs his father in a hug. Cas, shellshocked, wraps his arms around Jack's shoulders in turn and squeezes tight, tucking Jack's head under his chin and closing his eyes, expression trembling as he reunites with his son.

Dean gives them a few minutes to reunite before speaking up. "So, Cas," He says, and he's trying to be gruff, trying not to overwhelm Cas, but his eyes are burning with tears and he's done trying to pretend like he doesn't care. Chuck's gone. Jack's god. Cas loves him like he loves Cas. "Glad to see you again." It's a pitiful greeting, considering everything that sits between them, but Dean can roll with it.

Cas' eyes snap open and he looks at him over Jack's shoulder. Swallows, adam's apple bobbing. Opens his mouth and then closes it. "You all came," he eventually says, and it somehow feels more question than statement.

Sam nods. "'Course we did. No leaving a brother behind."

Jack nods, too, hair scratching Cas' chin, but he doesn't mind, not if his fragile smile is any indication. "No use becoming God if I couldn't rescue you, Dad."

Cas rears back, eyes going wide. "You did what, Jack?"

Jack beams and holds out his hands. A glowing orb rises from his right palm before splitting itself into five smaller orbs that dance between his fingers, bright as his smile when someone hands him nougat. "I became God. Chuck was doing a bad job and you were a bit waylaid, so I took his place. And before you worry, Dean and Sam and Eileen and Rowena and Charlie and Anna and Bobby and Kevin and Adam and everyone else all agreed to help me out, give me advice and taking on some of the responsibility when needed." If possible, Jack's smile only grows brighter as he snaps his fingers, vanishing the orbs as he says: "The four of us can still make it to Kansas for Christmas if we want."

Cas' jaw drops. He knows as well as they do that most of those names are dead. "What do you mean...?"

"Turns out you can do a lot when you're God," Eileen signs, smile soft. "Including making one boy very, very happy by making him understand that he is very, very loved."

"And he's not the only one," Dean says, stepping forward. Cas' blue eyes focus on him, his expression almost terrifyingly tentative with hope. "You left before I could answer your question."

Cas' brow furrows in that adorable confusion of his. Dean's looking forward to learning as many ways as possible to soothe that wrinkle away- starting with kiss. "I don't remember asking a question."

"Then let me tell you something, Castiel," Dean says, and takes one last step forward and takes Cas' hand in his. "I'm not good with words, but you know that. You know me. And you love me. And I love you too. So if you don't mind, then...?"

If you had asked Dean twelve years ago how he would experience the first time he saw Castiel kiss someone, he probably would have laughed. Cas, kissing someone? Does he even know how to do that?

He definitely wouldn't have guessed that it would involve Cas leaning forward, grabbing the back of Dean's neck with a surprisingly soft yet strong palm, and pulling him in for a kiss. Dean goes gladly, savoring Cas' mouth on his, those lips that are shockingly warm for the unending, maddening neutrality of the Empty.

But life is full of surprises, and Dean has learned over the past few years that as long as said surprises don't involve monsters, demons, or an all-mighty writer who calls himself Chuck, he actually does enjoy a surprise or two.

After all, that's how he got the angel in front of him, isn't it?

Cas pulls back with a smile and a squeeze of their conjoined hands, and Dean can't help but mirror Cas' smile, lovely and loving and finally, wonderfully, his.

They get back into Baby to leave this wretched place. Sam, Eileen, and Jack cram into the backseat while Cas pulls shotgun, as he's meant to. Dean's not letting anyone take that from him ever again: him and Cas in the front seat, heading off on an adventure, details to be determined by them, for them.

"Where am I taking us?" Jack pipes up from the backseat, and Dean offers out his right hand across the console to Cas, who gazes at it in wonder for a second- thankfully no longer, as it probably would have started to feel a bit weird- before taking it in his with a squeeze.

"Where do you want, Cas?" Dean asks, voice as gentle as he can make it. He's not good at gentle, not good at tender, but he's willing to learn. He's willing to try. For Cas, for his family, for everyone who loved him and didn't hurt him.

Cas smiles at him, and this time, it isn't cautious. It isn't tentative. It is brilliant and unrestrained, just as Cas is meant to be. "Wherever you want, Jack."

Sam lets out a whoop from the back and Dean glances in the mirror to see his brother lean over and wrap a brotherly arm around Jack's shoulder as he gives Eileen a peck on the cheek. Eileen rolls her eyes but captures his lips for a quick kiss in return.

Dean pulls his and Cas' conjoined hands up far enough to flick on the radio. Dean grins as a trusty classic begins to pour from the radio, the familiar beat of "Carry On, My Wayward Son" filling the car with its joyous, wonderful sound.

The world isn't ending. Not anymore. Not for a very, very fucking long time.

He and Cas are finally free. They are going on the road. They are making their own world. They are making their own choices.

Dean refuses to accept anything less. They all- he, Cas, Sam, Jack, Eileen, everyone who they loved and lost- deserve, if not to be happy, then to at least heal and be allowed to make their own story outside of Chuck's.

Sam can go stay on the hunt or finally go finish his law degree. Charlie can get a girlfriend and take her to Comic-Con without fear of a monster attack. Jody and her wife can attend all of the science conventions and gun ranges with their girls as their hearts can possibly desire. Rowena can be Queen of Hell. Kevin Tran can reunite with his mother and go to college. Anna can try out truly being a human again. Adam can figure out what's going on with him and Michael. Bobby can run the salvage yard and hand out wisdom to all of the kids running around, from Jack to Kevin to Claire to all of the rest of Jody's girls.

Or not. Some of them might throw away their old paths for new ones. Maybe Bobby will start a restaurant. Maybe Anna will become an astronaut. Maybe Adam will start a hot sauce company. Maybe Jack, Claire, and Kevin will create a band. Maybe Charlie might start dating Rowena. Who knows and who cares? It's not Dean's place to decide.

All that matters to him is what he and Cas decide to do next- and that everyone's home for the holidays, so they can finally have the big, chaotic, messy, loud family dinner that will probably drive everyone insane. It's going to be horrible and wild and absolutely wonderful.

By God- or, rather, by Jack- Dean can't wait.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38980752