#Zepplin tape

[rewatching-sam-and-dean]

Why this Doesn’t Mean Destiel : Part 1 - Mixed Tape

I may make this a series. I may not. But I’m feeling annoyed by a certain side of fandom, so I’m going to take a look at moments (or things) that are claimed to totally make D and C cannon, and discuss why I disagree. If you like the ship, please just save yourself the annoyance and skip on past this post. If you read this anyway or are not a fan, and have anything to add, I welcome your thoughts.

THE TAPE:

First, and I can’t believe I have to say this, a mixed tape is not actually inherently romantic. Friends make mixes for each other all the time, or used to before you could just share playlists or whatever them kids are doing these days. For example, my friends have ripped me CDs because they had better internet, they gave me a mix for my birthday, we went on a road trip and they left me the mix, or just because. I have done many of these things for my friends in return. A missed-tape or CD is simply a way to share songs we like with people we care about, or even an acquaintance. Can it be romantic? Absolutely! Is it inherently so? No.

Why isn’t this particular tape romantic? Check the name: "Dean's Top 13 Zepp Traxx.” This looks, more than anything, like a tape Dean made for himself ("Dean's"). As in, "I really like these particular songs, so I’m going to put them on one tape, so I don’t have to keep changing tapes over on road trips." Also, note the "Zepp Traxx." This looks more to me like something a teenager would write because it looks "cool" than anything else. I mean, a Dean who is pushing 40 might write "Traxx" on a tape — maybe — but it doesn’t seem that likely. So, it’s more than likely this tape was made decades ago, for himself, thus not a romantically intended (or thought out) mixed-tape. There is nothing about the tape itself to indicate it was made for Cass or that it has any special meaning.

DEAN:

Can we be honest here for one minute, people? Can anyone — anyone who has actually watched the whole show rather than cherry picking certain people's scenes — actually picture Dean Winchester, sitting down with an old boom box, lovingly, tenderly loading tapes into one side and recording onto a blank tape in the other side, thinking, "Sigh! These songs are so special to me because they make me think of my crush, Cass!" Or "I’m going to make Cass a tape of the most romantic Zeppelin songs I can to show him I care!"? If you answered "Yes" to that … this is not the blog for you. Also, I doubt that you know who the canon Dean Winchester is, as opposed to the fanon man-shapedr 14-year-old girl version from Tumblr or AO3. Dean doesn’t have time (or inclination) to sit down and make a mixed tape from scratch at this time in the show, especially when, you know, good luck finding a working tape recorder / cassette player / boom box that still works these days. The MOL bunker was frozen in time just a touch before tape cassettes were invented, so I doubt they have one hanging around the place. So, he went and bought something he could make a tape for Cass with? Really? I’m thinking not.

The most likely scenario for Dean giving Castiel a mixed tape? They are in the impala, maybe Sam is there sitting shotgun, maybe he isn’t. Cass starts talking about how he found merit in music Sam liked, or just some random music, and Dean says, "Come on Cass! That music is crap! Here, listen to this. This is the good stuff!" Then he rummages in his box of tapes one-handed, while driving, and tosses one to Cass. "Keep that one. I have a others," Dean adds. Then Cass says, "I’ll treasure it always, Dean!" No I’m kidding. Cass says, "Okay, Dean." He may or may not intend to actually listen to it at some point. After he finds a tape deck, of course.

So, does the mixed tape mean nothing? No, it’s still a nice gesture to give something you made to someone you care about. Do I think Dean put a lot of soecific thought into it, just for Cass? No. I think it’s actually similar to Sam letting Cass hang out in his room (presumable on his bed) watching Netflix on his TV, doing something nice for a friend and sharing media.

CASTIEL:

Even if Dean had sat sobbing over his mix for hours while he painstakingly crafted it just for Cass, it still wouldn’t equal Destiel. Why? Because Cass clearly didn’t appreciate it since he simply used it as an excuse to enter Dean's room and steal from him. Even if it was intended as an act of love, it was used as a tool for deception and betrayal. Thus, this does not support Destiel, rather it makes a case against it from Cass' POV.

THE WRITER INTENTIONS

Obviously, I can’t speak to these personally, but my thoughts on their possible thought process behind the mixed tape. First, they needed Cass to return something to Dean so he can get into his room, and it has to be something that was given as a nice gesture to heighten the betrayal. A tape makes sense because it’s not something so huge that it would be automatically given a ton of significance, but it also isn’t totally insignificant either. Second, Dean has a lot of tapes and he loves music, it’s very possible for him to give one to Cass off screen without the audience getting sidetracked and wondering why (how is he going to play it BTW? Go sit alone in one of the cars he’s stolen?). Third, do I think the writers were also throwing destiellers a bone? Probably, but throwing fans a bone does not equal queerbaiting because nothing else in Dean and Cass' relationship points to romance (and Dean is not into guys or Supernatural Beings). Throwing fans a small bone also doesn’t meant it’s leading to a romantic endgame. They do it with Wincest all the time, after all.

Overall, to me the purpose of the mixtape was to show Cass throwing something Dean gave him back in his face, so he could go behind his back for supernatural purposes. Again. If someone wants to read the tape as a romantic gift from Dean (it isn’t), that actually only makes what Cass uses it for worse. Thus, the tape does not support Dean and Cass romance.

And because I have to, this is a mixed tape (CD) with clear intent.

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

˗ˏˋ Arthur Morgan Modern!AU Headcanons ´ˎ˗

To answer this ask from the lovely @crystalofmoon19 , I got to think a bit more deeply about what a modern!AU Arthur could be. This absolutely stunning Arthur pic is from @arthurmorgan-vp!

JOB ´ˎ˗

Has a job that means a lot to him and is totally dedicated when doing it.

Arthur flourishes when helping others. I saw a Chartur fanart that portrayed him as a nurse and god I love this idea. He's emotionally VERY tough, making him efficient even in difficult and stressful times when a patient's life is in his hands. He's also a practical person who needs to have a concrete, manual aspect in his work. On top of that, we have the whole "service to society" aspect.

Police officer could also fit this dynamic. (I know it's pretty ironic considering he's a criminal in the canon but it's one of these jobs where he could put his strength into action to help others).

Also, without the need to survive and do criminal acts, with a caring family who could push him in the right ways, he also could have a job in arts. Arthur canonically is a curious and inventive person, he draws every little thing he finds interesting around him and cares for places, characters and events most people wouldn’t. I could picture him as an illustrator/concept artist. Or tattoo artist too? Why not.

HOBBIES ´ˎ˗

Sooooo artsy.

If he works at the hospital, he needs to have a sketchbook to just write and draw like in the canon. With other mediums being way more accessible nowadays, I think he could also paint and even sculpt from time to time.

Art helps him to get dark thoughts out of his head and focus on something when life gets hard.

However, if he already works in an artsy field, I think he would need to get up and move after a whole day sitting and would love to just go jogging, hiking, and taking long walks in nature. A combat sport could also do the work, as Arthur has an important code of honor: a discipline like Judo or Wrestling could help him get all his pent-up energy out while respecting his opponent; boxing could work too.

100% have a Polaroid and takes pictures of good times and his close ones every chance he gets. His bedroom/apartment is full of objects that carry an emotional value to him.

MODERN THINGS HE LIKES ´ˎ˗

Barbecues.

Would wear the ugliest apron and cap while doing them btw. And doesn't see what the problem is.

Classical rock music and vinyl. Thinking about Led Zepplin, The Stones, The Doors. Vintage music all the way. Has a secret soft spot for Lady Gaga though. Don't tell John. And (not-so) hot take, it's Hosea who introduces him to his old blues and rock records (Dutch prefers Jazz music.)

Camping and long hiking trips. Trekking when he feels really adventurous.

Going to the cinema. (100% eats salty popcorn and messes with John during the film if it's a family outing.)

In modern days Arthur would have been born in 1988. This means he was a '90s kid: he fondly remembers VHS tapes, baggy jeans, his old PlayStation One, maybe watching the first episodes of Pokémon, too. He's canonically such a nostalgic.

Would 100% make his own mix on cassette tapes btw

Flannels. I picture him with comfy rather than fancy clothes. He would also have a big leather jacket or vintage bomber for winter. And a leather bag like this one where important work papers are mixed with random trinkets found on his hikes.

RANDOM LITTLE FACTS ´ˎ˗

Arthur is so messy (I mean look at his tent). His car (Hosea's old one) is also a complete mess, cups, leftovers from meals, CDs, work stuff and random objects cover every possible inch of it.

Talking about it, looooves to drive. Totally do it with one hand on the wheel. And with good music ofc. (He would put his other hand on your thigh)

Has a dog. Or wants one deeply. A big one. And he definitely wants a lot of animals once he has a bigger house with you.

I said he could be a tattoo artist. I think he would have a tattoo, of an animal. Of course, we as a fandom thinks of the deer, but it has to be something meaningful to him. Maybe the animal who inspires him the most, or one they have seen in the wild with John during a walk in the woods.

Arthur is not a good cook. Buys a lot of food telling himself this time, he will succeed at making this damn dish. Biggest mess ever, ingredients everywhere on the floor, the walls, his body and hair. Pure chaos. Everything burns. Kitchen ends up on fire. Uses the internet as last hope, tries to watch as many tutorials as possible but it doesn't help+his phone ends up covered in egg white, flour, and wet ingredients. Throws away the food and gives up, orders a pizza.

Repeat previous paragraph every time he wants to try a new dish he saw somewhere.

(The phone is okay because he has the strongest and largest phone case ever. The kind of enormous one made to protect phones in building zones, for his hikes. It's pitch black.)

Overall I'd say a Modern!AU Arthur would probably be a bit happier even though still very nostalgic and melancholic at times (without the constant need to run away and kill people, his mental health would be much better.)

Important disclaimer: these are my personal thoughts, they could totally be shitty, I'm not at all claiming this is the absolute truth about him. A character is always subject to a personal interpretation, therefore anyone could picture him differently! Btw, I would love to hear your thoughts about it!

Thanks for reading! I hope you liked my silly little ideas.

I'm thinking about doing a part.2 where we could dive into his habits, his relationships with family, friends and s/o and other little fun facts. Let me know if I should! -Pine 🌱

[fromasgardandback]

The Hidden Wheeler

Eddie Munson x Wheeler!Reader

description: Eddie has a crush on the quiet girl who likes to read, but he doesn’t know his perfect girl is the cousin to the Wheeler siblings.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: depression, anxiety, feeling worthless, touch-starved

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Y/N wasn’t a sibling to the Wheeler kids, but a close cousin. She did however live with them due to her parents working outside of the United States and wanting to finish high school at the same school. She lived in the basement in that one tucked in the back room where no one actually went. She was okay with that, but sometimes it made her feel like a shut-in. That her family was embarrassed or obligated to take her on, and financially she was taken care of since her parents sent money, yet that feeling knawed at her at night. After family dinners nightly Aunt Karen went to the kitchen while Uncle Ted went to the living room. Nancy was either in her room or out and Mike was the same way. Holly followed her mom wherever she went, leaving Y/N alone in the basement contemplating her worth. She took that time alone in her room to focus on books, novels, and music. For Christmas, her parents sent her a Walkman with tapes of her favorite bands. 

Y/N wasn’t a fan of the preppy kind of music that Nancy listens to, but more of Rock and Metal. Queen, Fleetwood Mac, Guns n’ Roses, Led Zepplin, Metallica, and The Eagles to name a few were her preferences. She decided to listen to one of her records one night without knowing Mike had his friends over for a Dungeon and Dragons campaign. She was lying on her bed with the music at a soft hum and the small window cracked open to have a breeze flow through the room. Y/N softly sang to the music with her eyes closed and imagined herself being at a concert. She dreamed of being on the open road, taking life as what it is, trying to live it to the fullest, and with no hard-set job to tie her down. She was looking into colleges of business management to become a band manager. There was something about the freedom of leaving that helped her try to escape the depressed hole she was stuck in now. 

Y/N knew her parents loved her, but they thought her love could be bought. Don’t get her wrong, she was always grateful for the presents they sent, but once she wished they would come home to spend a holiday with her. A Holiday card with an “I love you, Happy Holidays. Love Mom and Dad” with an international postcard. It was somewhere nice as if it seemed like the couple had their daughter obligatorily. Not that she’d ever want to admit it, however, the anxious emotion of them dumping her off with her mom’s sister. Aunt Karen was loving but made sure to focus on herself and her needs as well. Uncle Ted didn’t care too much about his kids let alone his niece whenever he was home. Most of the time he was at work, but Y/N’s relationship with him did not matter to her as much because she never really cared for the man. The home was already strained and distant, yet whenever the family was out and about, the persona of a “perfect family” went into play. Through environment and self-hatred, Y/N craved the touch and love of someone, anyone.

“Is someone else down here? I hear music and singing.” Gareth asked Mike while helping set up the table.

“Oh yeah, that’s my cousin Y/N.” Mike shrugged. “She lives with us.” He pulled out more dice.

Eddie’s ears perked up at her name. The only girl he knew with that name was his Y/N. The girl he crushed on and increasingly grew to fall in love with. But surely, this couldn’t be his Y/N. The girl he sheepishly looked at from afar and sat next to in a few classes. The girl that has ultimately captured his heart.

“I didn’t know she lived with you,” Dustin commented. “You guys would like her, she’s really cool. Quiet, but cool. She likes the same music we do. Eddie, you should invite her to one of your gigs, she would like it.” Dustin smiled gently.

“Yeah? Well, she’s welcome any time if she doesn’t mind hanging out with the weekly five drunks.” Eddie sat in his chair. “Are we ready or we still talking family matters?” He said trying to hide a blush.

Y/N hated taking the bus to school and driving with Nancy was like driving with the most preppiest and annoying morning person you could think of. They were both in their senior year, so Nancy chose to be happy every day before school started to “enlighten her life”. It annoyed Y/N to no end being that she wasn't a morning person. She had to deal with it during the winter months, but if it wasn't too cold, she biked to school. Sometimes she would take the back way and chill out by the picnic table in the woods behind the school. It was a way for her to escape the surroundings that suffocated her. 

That morning she thought she was alone until she heard leaves crunching in front of her. She looked up while reaching into her backpack to pull out a screwdriver, her weapon of choice. It was easily accessible and could be used to stab, or so she told herself while awaiting the person to arrive. 

“I swear, I am not afraid to put you into a coma.” She said before looking up at the beautiful brown eyes of the person she had developed a major crush on. He stood there in front of her a little shocked by her sudden comment.

“It’s just me, I promise. I didn’t know you came out here.” Eddie said, sitting across from her. His eyes sparkled more in the sunlight that was coming between the tree branches that surrounded them. “It’s normally just me.” He smiled lightly in a calming manner.

“Yeah, sorry I’m taking your space… And threatened you.” Y/N chuckled.

“Well, it did catch me off guard but never be sorry for taking a seat. You’re always welcome here at the Dungeon Master’s Table.” Eddie smirked, while she chuckled at his adorableness. They shared homeroom, Spanish, English, and History together. This made it easily accessible for both of them to develop a crush on each other.  Eddie would look over at her while she wrote notes, or read her book quietly. Sometimes his head was way too far into his notebook writing campaign ideas, that when she answered a question, he nearly broke his neck looking up at her. She would sheepishly admire him in the lunchroom while he expressed himself to the whole school.

“H-how’s your campaigns going?” Y/N looked up, trying to make the interaction less awkward, although her shaky voice didn’t help hide her anxiety.

“You know about my campaigns?” Eddie sat up smiling slightly. He didn’t realize that she had noticed him at all. But to notice something that is so important to him, made his heart flutter a little more than when he saw her.

“Of course, Mike talks about it all the time. Most of dinner is Nancy talking about college and Mike talking about how Hellfire is going.” She smiled at him. He looked at her confused. She never mentioned them before, why was she mentioning them now?

“Mike and Nancy? Do you normally go to their house for dinner? Neither of them has mentioned you before.” Eddie leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

“Oh,” Y/N sounded hurt in her quick reaction. She understood why, she wasn’t a sibling, just a cousin, but still, she went to school with them, lived with them, and was a blood-related family. “I’m their cousin. I live in the basement. They, uh, they don’t really talk about me much. Not that I expect them to, they’re not my siblings. Although living with them, I consider them close, but I know they don’t think of me like that.” She awkwardly chuckled, while nervously continuing to rant. The feeling of a knife digging deeper and deeper into an already traumatic wound came back.

“You’re the cousin in the basement. You listen to rock music and read comics and mystery novels. It all makes sense now. Why haven’t I noticed that Paladin’s cousin is my dream girl.” Eddie smiled wide at her. She looked up at him surprised at his words and so did he. Eddie didn’t mean to say those thoughts out loud that she was his crush, but deciding to confess how he feels about the girl sitting in front of him.

“Y-your what?” Y/N stuttered out a response. She couldn’t have possibly heard him correctly.

“I’m telling the truth when I say this. Y/N, you are my dream girl. I have had this massive crush on you since we met last year. You walked through the halls and the gates of heaven opened up. You’re gorgeous, talented, funny, and have great taste in everything. I’ve been wanting to tell you how I feel, but the constant thought of rejection stopped me.” Eddie sheepishly said with blush-tinted cheeks.

“Eddie, you’ve been my secret crush since last year. I’ve always found you fascinating, animated, and unapologetically yourself. Plus you’re incredibly hot.” She had blush-tinted cheeks covering her face as well. Y/N’s eyes got wider realizing she just called Eddie hot. Eddie himself blushed harder and got shy, which was a side of him she hasn’t seen before.

“Skip school with me today. We don’t have anything going on anyways, it’s the day before break.” Eddie reached over to hold her hand, and she let him.

“Where to, rockstar?” Y/N smirked, feeling the confidence in her spike up.

After they decided to ditch for the rest of the day, they went downtown to look around the record store, see a movie, and talk about miscellaneous things. Eddie learned that she was just like him. Yeah, he knew they had the same taste in music, but it was scarily to a T. They chose a comedy movie while sharing a large popcorn. Both of them reached into the bucket with their fingers brushing against each other. A blush set across their cheeks as they quickly turned their heads back to the screen. Y/N smiled lightly failing miserably at hiding the excitement she felt when he touched her. Eddie’s facial expressions matched hers in feeling electricity when she touched him. Closer to the late afternoon Eddie drove them to Lover’s Lake overlooking the beautiful scenery before them. They began talking about family, school, and personal feelings. He understood how she felt when it came to family matters. The only one that cared about him was his Uncle Wayne, but for Y/N it was like living with strangers. 

Eddie and Y/N were inseparable from the moment of their picnic table talk. They talked for hours and hours, especially when coming home after school and when he wasn’t in the club with the guys. Friday nights after Hellfire Club was spent at the local diner for fries and milkshakes. Saturdays were spent at the trailer watching movies or driving around town with no plan or destination set. Sundays were study sessions and Eddie chose to pay attention more in class to graduate. Because of Y/N, he took school seriously. Of course, Eddie wanted to graduate this year, but with the recent times spent with her, he was motivated. 

Eddie was motivated to spend more time with her. He was motivated to get done with all his schoolwork on time. He was motivated while writing his campaigns for Hellfire Club. Eddie Munson was motivated to do good by the woman he so easily fell in love with. Even Wayne could see the difference in Eddie the moment he came home with a massive smile and blushed cheeks. Wayne was about to leave for work when he saw Eddie like that, he knew it had to be from a girl. Nothing else made Eddie Munson look like that. For the next couple of months, his entire demeanor changed around her and Wayne. A lovesick puppy in awe and admiration of a lovesick puppy. Neither of them wanted to be out of this phase, and they didn’t have to.

All of Eddie’s friends knew something was different about him, but at lunch, he didn’t change himself. Still, the same metalhead goofball he was, but now with a smile while reading a note that Y/N passed him in the hallway. 

“Eddie? What’s up with you man? You’re acting different.” Mike said popping another grape in his mouth.

“What’re you talking about, Wheeler? Nothing’s changed.” Eddie grumbled, tucking the note into his jean jacket pocket.

“Yeah, I’m with Mike. Something is up with you…” Garreth mentioned. “Or maybe, someone not something.” He smiled wider with an evil look. 

“It’s a girl!” Dustin yelled earning a smack in the head from Eddie. “No, it’s not. Leave it alone.” 

“It’s definitely a girl. Metallica hasn’t released their album yet and there’s nothing new at the Hideout. You’re hung up on a girl.” Jeff chuckled and dodged the pretzel thrown at him.

The rest of lunch the guys teased him about his smile and acting different, while Y/N sat in the corner quietly watching with a smile. She yearned for this kind of connection, never thinking she’d one day be able to have it. She waited for him at the picnic table after school mindlessly doodling in her notebook. She loved the fact that he was all hers and she was all his, but something about being public and showing affection around others was different, and she worried that he didn’t want the same.

“Hey, Babygirl,” Eddie said walking up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her deeply. She leaned into his embrace kissing him back with the same passion.

“Can we talk about something?” She whispered after pulling away from him.

“Did I do something? Princess, if I did, I’m sorry.” Eddie was quick to ramble out.

“No,” she chuckled lightly. “I um… I was wondering if you wanted to go public with our relationship?” She played with the rings on her fingers, not daring to look up at him.

Eddie was in shock, he didn’t think she’d want to considering what her home life was like.

“Are you sure? I mean I know you were apprehensive.-” 

“I’m sure. I want to laugh with you in front of others. I want to kiss you in the hallways before class and at the diner. I want to hold hands and not care who’s looking. I’ve never felt this way with anyone before and I want to feel this and enjoy what we have together.” Y/N cut him off and poured her heart out to him. Eddie couldn’t have smiled more thinking and dreaming of all the things he just heard her say.

“I want that too.” He smiled that big goofy grin of his. “I want us public, not caring who is around.” He cupped her face in his hands, leaning in to kiss her. She leaned into him as well, kissing his soft lips with love and passion. 

Eddie and Y/N graduated that year happily together with plans to move in together when they had the money. For now, she moved into the trailer with him and Uncle Wayne. Wayne couldn’t have been happier to have her there, especially after getting cold-shouldered by her family except Mike and Nancy. The future held their love closer as Corroded Coffin took off and Y/N’s dream of writing gave her massive success as well. She was no longer a hidden Wheeler from the world, but the well-known author and wife of rock star Eddie Munson.

[im-robins-bitch]

Steve loves his passenger princess. He adores having you sit next to him in the front. 

He loves how you’ll always share whatever you’re eating with him. How you lean over to give him the last sip of your milkshake and then kiss his cheek. He likes when you push a sweet into his awaiting mouth and he catches your finger between his teeth and sucks, the squeal you let out always makes him laugh. 

Your stuff always ends up forgotten in his glove box, a chapstick, a hair tie and sometimes a mix tape. The items always end up coming in handy, so much so he wonders if you must have some kind of sense of knowing what he needs when he needs it. 

In winter when his lips get all wind-chapped, he only needs to pop the glove box open to find a fruity chapstick you’ve left behind. As cheesy as it sounds, it always feels like a kiss from you when he tastes the familiar flavour. 

When he’s due a haircut and his hair starts to get in his eyes, he always finds a hair tie or scrunchie in the side compartment. You always complain that the headrests hurt your head when you lean back with an updo, so they almost always end up coming down. 

Your mixtapes, sometimes covered in hearts left especially for him, other times tapes you genuinely left behind, always remind him of you when he needs you. 

Mike once found Steve’s ‘makeout mix’, because you insisted Led Zepplin was the best to make out to and Steve wanted to prove you wrong. He’s not sure Mike is ever going to let that go. 

You took on your role as designated navigator, DJ and Steve feeder seriously, much to Dustin's chagrin. Anytime you would be picked up after Dustin, he was quickly relegated to the back. The two of you would bicker about it, normally ending in him throwing fast food wrappers at you while you played a tape he hated on top volume to drown out his complaints. 

Although Steve loved the kids, sometimes it was nice to be able to grab you and drive out somewhere quiet, he didn’t really like taking you to skull rock or lovers lake. He wanted to make sure you knew he wasn’t like that anymore. Instead, he would drive somewhere just out of town. He’d open the doors of his BMW so you could hear the music playing from the radio while you slow danced around the car, stargazed or made out on the hood. 

When he heard about how you struggled with and failed driver's ed made him a little happy. He knew that your driving dates wouldn’t be ending anytime soon. It just gave him more opportunities to spend time with you. He doesn’t want you to get soaked riding your bike to work, if it gives him more opportunities to ogle you in your work clothing then it’s just an added bonus. 

At first, it felt awkward to ask him to drive you somewhere because you couldn’t get there yourself. One day you expressed your concerns, that you felt bad that he always had to be the one driving you two to places and how he was always giving you rides. 

He was all reassurance as he insisted that he enjoyed driving and he enjoyed it even more when you were sat next to him. Whenever you would offer to pay for gas he would always brush you off, claiming he only accepted payment in kisses. He was always overpaid. 

Steve loves having you as his passenger princess but always say’s if you want to learn he can always teach you. Maybe one day you’ll accept, but for now, you were content like this.

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[theworstcwshow]

To add onto this, I can imagine him sitting over the piles of casette tapes trying to learn all the songs, collecting any magazines he could find thrown away, spending the last of his money in music stores to read up on all the bands his dad talked about, just for the moment of approval he would receive from his dad when he quoted a led zepplin lyric, or mentioned a fact about them his dad never new before. Maybe originally he didn't care much for the music, but overtime he found himself enjoying it for him. It was a break away from hunting and taking care of sammy, for a second he could ignore all his responsibilities and focus on something else, being a normal teenager.

And sam would only see this as Dean just shaping himself into their dad, just to appease him, but sam wasn't aware that sometimes when john was beginning to start getting irritated by a 4 year old sam's tantrums, Dean was sometimes able to quell johns anger early if he changed the topic to his dad favourite album, or distract him with putting on the same led zepplin tape he made for mary when he first met her. For dean this was also a way to shelter sam and himself from john, and overtime he started his own collection, but now the memories reminded him of the good times he had with sam on the road instead of being replaced by their fathers anger.

You ever think about the fact that maybe Dean doesn't like 'new' music as it (like the impala) was the only constant thing throughout his childhood that was otherwise in constant flux.

Plus he's always been shown to be very sentimental about things so ofc his music would be very important to him as it reminded him of his childhood (the good parts he and his dad would bond over on his good days, the days that Dean can recall his father in a better light).

In conclusion he was just a sentimental old man who cared about all things that mattered to him, people and things.

[theyarebothgunshot]

I just keep thinking about the reboot and that jackles is telling the story and he gets to the part of the zeppelin music and how his mom fall in love because john knew the songs, and then u hear another voice - thats why u give me the mixtape ? - and u hear a silence and then u hear dean say - Maybe (with a flirty voice) - another silence, and then he keeps telling the story. And thats how they confirm canon (and kill us in the process).

👾

if there is any mention of the zeppelin situation i will probably combust

[mybrainproblems]

discovered that i’m missing some cassette tapes in my collection and only have the cases and am now in a bidding war on ebay over motherfucking cassette tapes.

[arkhamknightz]

ghost of you

↳ in which, peter tries moving on

pronouns: they/them

warnings: character death, substance use, au where reader is in gwen's position but they're older, language, uh idk any other warnings besides not proofread and bad wiring let me know if i need to tag anything else! (it'll make sense trust me)

notes: based off ghost of you by 5SOS :) i rlly like the song and i felt like it could fit andrews peter really well! this is also rushed and not proof read i'm sorry goodnight

"here I am waking up, still can't sleep on your side. theres your coffee cup, the lipstick stain fades with time. if i could dream long enough, you'd tell me i'd be just fine, i'd be just fine."

peter woke up with a jolt, the sight of you falling to the ground engraved in his mind, playing over and over again like a broken tape. the sound of your voice haunting his every step as he held your dying body in his arms, crying for you to be okay. god how he wished you could be okay, how he could be okay. he turned his head to window. the view of your empty bed-side in his peripheral vision.

peter wasn't the same after that night, granted nobody would be. he left his spiderman duties and stayed at home. watching as new york city's crime rate was the highest it's ever been, the city desperate to see spiderman again.

everytime peter tried getting better there was always something that brought him right back to that night. the coffee cup you'd drank the morning of the incident. your lipstick stain on the side of the cup that peter just couldn't bring himself to wash. "todays gonna be a great day pete! i can feel it!" oh how wrong you were.

"so i drown it out, like i always do. dancing through our house, with the ghost of you. and i'll chase it down, with a shot of truth. dancing through our house, with the ghost of you."

this is the fifth bottle of alcohol peter had finished this month. his house reeking of beer and vodka, or any type of alcohol he could get his hands on. he was numb. the thought of you dead no longer on his mind as he drank. he would call your phone, drunk texting you that he missed you and couldn't wait for you to get home from work.

the pain of you being gone always hit him in the morning. he would wake up with a headache and would find himself holding one of the stuffed animals you owned. dread washing over him all over again. greif hitting him as if it only happened yesterday.

memories of the both of you danced through the apartment, your favorite records still sitting underneath the record player. peter couldn't even let himself move into the living room to clean the dusty machine as the song you both frequently danced too was still on the player, waiting for the needle to drop and play the song he once thought was oh so beautiful.

"cleaning up today, found that old zepplin shirt, you wore when you ran away. and no one could feel your hurt. we're too young, too dumb, to know things like love. but i know better now (better now)."

peter finally had the motivation to clean up (using a little help from may of course), they had both been cleaning around the house, dusting the records, wiping the counters and cleaning out the fridge. may had pulled out one of your old graphic t-shirts and peter froze.

peter remembered the last time he saw you wear that. you had ran away from home for a week after your parents had been fighting non-stop. you knew peter had been busy with school and so you did the only logical thing you could think of. you ran away from home.

peter had been worried sick, texting you every half hour and spam calling you. he had never felt more relieved when you came back home in one piece, tired smile on your face as you hugged him tightly, apologizing for leaving so abruptly. he remembered the feeling of your face stuck in the crook of his neck, the feeling of your arms wrapped around his waist.

he didn't even realize he was crying until may came and hugged him tightly, allowing him to sob into her shoulder. he couldn't ever get you back.

"so i drown it out, like i always do. dancing through our house, with the ghost of you. and i'll chase it down, with a shot of truth. dancing through our house, with the ghost of you."

peter couldn't believe he found himself in this position again. he was sat on the couch, third beer bottle pouring down his throat. seemingly feeling a sense of deja vú as that fuzzy feeling came back. peter wasn't a lightweight, he had gotten over that stage after he started drinking a few months ago. he had gotten better, but here he was, all alone again trying to forget about you being gone.

it's almost like he could still hear your sweet little "peter! i made brownies again!" and he could still feel himself running out of your shared room into the kitchen to come get a piece. he smiled slightly at the memory, his heart feeling fuzzy. even when you're gone he still felt butterflies in his stomach at the thought of you and him in those domestic moments.

he just missed you.

"too young, too dumb, to know things like love, too young, too dumb."

peter didn't think the both of you would last as long as you did. the fear of you leaving him for someone better nagged in the back of his head. lingering there, taunting him. but overtime he learned falling in love with you was the best thing he could've done.

the first time he wanted to tell you that he loved you, he was extremely nervous. so much that he backed out. but he squeezed your hand 3 times, and it seemed like that was all he had to say before the words "i love you too" tumbled out of your mouth. he smiled widely, engulfing your body into a hug as he sighed in content.

no matter what anyone said, he knew falling in love would never be something he would regret. he would go through the pain over and over and over again if it meant he could tell you he loves you one last time.

"so i drown it out like i always do, dancing through our house with the ghost of you. and i chase it down, with a shot of truth. that my feet don't dance, like they did with you."

peter sat in front of the record player you had both bought at a vintage shop, the old record you both used to dance along in the living room to laying on the machine. he slowly pulled the needle down and rested his head against the couch, knees tucked into his body. he slowly swayed along with the song. he held in his tears and sighed.

memories flashing through his head of all the kisses shared, everytime you had danced together playing like some sort of film. he knew things would never and could never be the same without you beside him, maybe he just had to learn how to move on

[what-are-you-willing-to-do]

Hi can you do male reader x vance were they both listen to metal/rock music and they have a picnic together

Thanks for this! As a huge metalhead myself please enjoy!

Vance Hopper x (more of a masc presenting reader, he calls reader handsome but pronouns aren’t specified.) Reader

Cw: mentions of abusive parents, possible homophobia listen to cheap trick 👹

A Picnic huh

You decided to surprise Vance with a picnic, he had been getting into less fights lately and he’s been getting better with everything! 

Also him being perfect was also going towards the picnic. Anyways you went to the record store to buy some tapes for your Walkman for you both to listen to. 

Metallica, Iron Maiden, megadeath, Def Leopard, Led Zepplin, The runaways, Rob Zombie, Heart, Cheap Trick, Slipknot, Black Sabbath, Queen, Guns N’ Roses and AC/DC you had it all. (Can you tell I’ve always been a huge metal/ rock head?)

You just had to pick out food you and Vance liked. You made sandwiches, soups, brought fruit, drinks and desserts for you both.  You just had to pick him up. 

You drove to his house in your mustang as you ring the doorbell hesitantly. Thankfully Vance’s mom opens the door. “Oh y/n, how are you honey?” She asks with a soft smile

“I’m alright Mrs. Hopper, I wanted to take Vance on a picnic, I got a bunch of food for us both.” You said with a smile. She didn’t need much convincing. You were her sons best friend and more but she didn’t know that part just yet. 

“Of course honey I’ll call him down you go wait in your car okay?” She says with a bright smile as she closes the door and you walk back to your car. 

You pat your steering wheel as Metal Health plays. Finally you hear a knock on your window. You crank it down as you give Vance a smile. “Well hop in handsome!” You say with a smile as he opens the door.

You both drive as “Surrender” by cheap trick plays. You both sing along as you drive to a park you and Vance go to often. “Mommy’s alright, daddy’s alright, they just seem a little weird!” He sings as you sing back “Surrender, Surrender but don’t give yourself away. 

You both ALWYAS had the best times. As you arrive at the park you bring your Walkman with you putting it your pocket as you bring the basket and blanket. “Hey baby set up the blanket real quick.” You say handing Vance the blanket as he nods

“This good?” He questions as you nod taking the food out. “This looks great y/n!” He says with a smile as he takes out a sandwich and a drink. “I’m glad dig in.” You say with a smile as you take your Walkman hitting play as you start off with some Queen. 

You both begin to eat and talk as you bond about the music playing softly. “Speaking of which what’s your favorite… queen song Vance?” You ask with a smile as he answers quickly. “Radio ga ga is my third, bohemian rapsody and probably Killer Queen.” 

You smile “a man with good taste.” You say as you lay on his thighs as he plays with your hair. “What about your favorite Metallica song?” He asks as you laugh. “Probably (Metallica song).” You say with a smile

As you both finish up your conversation cheap trick comes on again. “Oh sweet, love this song.” You say with a smile as you bob your head. “Is this cheap trick?” He questions. “I’ve never heard this song.” He says as your eyes go wide. “You’ve never heard “She’s Tight!”” You say stunned. 

He looks at you annoyed. “The guy who plays guitar has a guitar that has 5 necks!” You say with a smile as he thinks about it in awe as the guitar chorus plays. “I like this song a lot actually.” 

You smile “Glad I could help baby.” You start cleaning up the food as it starts to get darker. He sighs as he stands up sadly not wanting the evening to end. “Can I stay at your place tonight?” He asks.

You smile as you nod. “Here let me call my mom real quick.” He walks over it the phone putting his hand out as you give a quarter. You sit on the head of your car as he comes back with a thumbs up. 

“After you baby.” You say opening the door. “Thanks handsome.” He says mocking the words you said earlier as you laugh. You turn your radio as Barracuda comes on. “Alright baby let’s go for a ride before we go home, it’s nice out.” He nods with a smile as you both drive off.

[vvitchgender]

Outfit for the concert tomorrow:

tape my chest

ripped led zepplin crop top

ripped black jeans

harley davidson boots

chain belt

black/white/red flannel (tied around my waist, its gonna get cold at night so i might need the sleeves)

heavy metal battle vest

black/white/red bandana tied around my head

the usual rings and bracelets

gay mars symbol earrings

[4x01]

i saw your post about how dean was being romantic in s12, and the mixtape. just... never forget that the way mary tested john to see if he'd be a good boyfriend was testing his knowledge of led zepplin. dean gave cas a led zepplin tape. never forget <3

literally mind-numbing behavior

[occult-castiel]

Okay but has anyone written a fic about Dean actually making the mix tape? Because it's not the shortest process ever. Not the longest but.

Did he have to go out and find where to buy a blank one? I bet he did it the old fashioned way instead of using a laptop and mp3 tracks to help out cause ya know, its Dean.

And then during the process... hed have to choose out an hours worth or songs. Hes settled on Zepplin, and he generally knows what he should try to say with it, but he still has to actually pick the songs out and put them on the tape. And all the while hes just internally cringing get himself (this is dumb. Sam would never let me live this down. Cas probably doesnt listen to music when I'm not around anyway), and then he has to resign himslef to the fact that Cas wont get the meaning behind giving someone a mixtape. Especially not in his case, not when its Zepplin.

Which... is actually a good thing. It's why he should do it. He isnt ready for That Converstion, but maybe he thinks he could be. And he is ready for a quiet admission. This wont kill him. And he doenst need to use words, Zepplins got that one covered.

And then he remembers, oh yeah, I actually have to give it to him. Which yikes. So then he tries to figure out how that should go down. His gut instinct is to go as casual as possible. Just walk up to him next time hes reading up on lore in the library, while Sam is preferably on the other side of the globe, and slip it to him like it's nothing.

.... But if Cas doesnt get it inherently, and he doesnt give it any significance in the way he gives it, then he isnt saying shit. And this is supposed to be him trying. Baby steps.

So he pulls out his phones calendar and tries to remeber the exact date they met, or see what the next holiday is. And then promptly realizes that's way too much, framing it as some sort of anniversary. Let alone an anniversary of getting stabbed? Nice Winchester, nice.

By the time the things done hes nearly talked himself into wrapping it in a box with a little card explaining it's a gift and leaving it in Cas' bedroom for him to just find at some point.

He takes the tape and, in his neatest handwriting, dubs it his top Zepplin tracks. And if any of them weren't one of his top 13 before, they sure as shit were now.

And that when Cas shows up. Because of course. So Dean pressed the tape into his hand, let's his fingers linger and soak up the soft warmth Cas always seems to radiate while he speaks.

"Its a, uh, mixtape. I made it for you. Dont- dont break it."

And he isnt sure Cas gets it. But when he gives Dean that small little smile that somehow manages to look happier than most peoples full faced grins, gently says thank you, I'll watch over it, and hold the thing like it's a peice of Dean's soul and not some silly earth thing that should make about zero sense to an angel- hes knows that he'll be ready for that talk one day. Just gotta take baby steps, and they can start with a mixtape

[charlieraybradbury]

i'd like to think that at some point sam was driving cas's truck with jack in the passenger seat and he asks jack if they have anything good to listen to in there and jack grabs a cassette tape and says "this is cas's favorite :)" so they listen to it and a few songs in sam is like "is this all just led zepplin?" and as an explanation jack replies "dean made it for him" and sam just thinks oh. does cas know what that means? dean must right? what the fuck?

bonus: sam know cas likes pop girlies so he was honestly hoping for some of that but nooo cas just had to go be in love with his brother

[do-you-have-a-flag]

Destiel shippers come get ya’ll juice!

SO @deadwright​ and I were inspired by Some Tumblr Posts and the twitter Roadhouse  Wedding stuff and keep writing headcanons about Thee Destiel 2021 Married Ever After S16 SPN Romantic Event Of The Season, so here’s that. 

Arranged in order of marital chronology and cutting out us keysmashing too much:

oh man imagine all the burgers they get catered for the reception dean got it done himself he would’ve been so particular about the catering bridezilla cas would probably be THEE bitchiest bridezilla

it's also definitely that trope where all the other hunters ect KNOW that that many of them and the wedding party are essentially a target for trouble so everyone spends the 24 hours leading up to the vows taking out every beastie who shows up on a revenge kick out of sight because they'll be damned if they let ANYTHING stop this wedding and Dean and cas are both having their marital jitters oh god im not good enough what if something goes wrong about mundane things while monsters are getting their ass kicked outside AWWWWWWWW for sure for sure, they’re hunter royalty this wedding is a big deal like half the attendees are nursing injuries but grinning widely

they don't do the can't see eachother before the wedding thing because you KNOW dean would be fixing cas' tie last minute

dean wears a blue pocket square to match cas' tie cas wears a FLANNEL SQUARE

I’m obsessed w the idea of cas giving dean a little bit of his grace in a small bottle on a chain for him to wear or like a wing feather or some part of him god the grace in a bottle breaks me every time in fic dean probably builds cas something but every time i try to think of something specific i choke up

i was thinking like what if trading grace is as close to a romantic gesture as angels have and he's like..... technically i left some grace behind in your mark when i dragged you from the pit and dean is like ARE YOU SAYING WE'VE BEEN MARRIED THIS WHOLE TIME? 

they are so sweet i’m on the verge of tears the ability to do anything by halves in their relationship was burnt out by like the second return from the dead moment they are too insane to be anything less than All In And Then Some

at one point someone was like hey cas do you want to run your vows by someone as practice? and he started reading what he'd prepared and it devolved into Biblically Grand Statements Of The Power Of Love And The Redemption Of - ect ect ect and it's because unlike the confession scene he's had TOO much preparation and overshot into uncanny angelic vibes he makes some edits because he know the expressions he gets when he reads it aren't what he intended

dean writes page after page after page of unused drafts, none of them are particularly floral

he does the cliche of ripping up his vows and improvising at the altar, something he gets mercilessly teased for because he swore he wouldn't but it classifies as a chick flick moment

THAT’S SO PEAK HIM OH MY GOD and you knoooooow you just KNOW it’s beautiful and emotional and everyone is crying

god the NOVELTY of dean being emotionally honest in front of people......im gonna faint YEA yeah... ONE TIME ONLY DEAL he thinks loudly at Sam's smug expression

anyway, at the wedding dean is the one who spends the whole ceremony with like crying cat meme eyes after the confession scene i’m pretty sure the minute the vows start cas is in the same boat USELESS HUSBANDS dean gets passed a handkerchief for his tears and immediately goes to use it on cas' face and they both laugh sob love the idea that everyone individually thought they were too tough to cry but they all broke at various stages yeah sam definitely starts to choke up just standing up there with his brother sam chokes up before the ceremony even started, like probably when he was pinning on dean’s corsage

anyway, Jack dancing with his two dads at the reception CAS’ BEST MAN / FLOWER BOY FLOWER MAN let him heelie down the aisle with the flowers LITTLE MAN GO NYOOM who makes him a little flower crown he wears with a proud lil smile? claire ofc, with those hair braiding skills? she makes it BEAUTIFUL flower crown: on nails: painted dads: MARRIED!!!!

when they say i do and kiss and everyone is cheering you can't convince me that someone doesn't let off what is either a gun or a dubiously legal firework in celebration jack pops a few lightbulbs in his uncontrollable joy

Dean and Cas can't let go of each other, it's at LEAST one point of physical contact for the rest of the reception PERIODT

CAN YOU IMAGINE THEM DANCING TO AIR SUPPLY

they definitely didn't do the wedding gifts thing but a few mysteriously show up anyway; discuss waffle iron from sam bc he remembers the becky incident meanwhile claire gets them flavoured lube because she’s an insane little mean girl she gets them a sampler package with like novelty flavours, gotta spring extra for a wedding PIE FLAVOURED LUBE

it’s gonna be the party of the century omfg you KNOW it! that dancefloor going OFF the BAR is FLOWING

dean gets dragged up onto the bar to make a speech and there's a moment at the end where he drags cas up there too and they're being playfully yelled at not to scuff it and there's hooting and catcalls as dean and cas kiss and dean gestures rudely before almost falling backwards off the bar before cas grabs him and climbing down is less romantic or dignified but he couldn't care if he wanted to

meanwhile sam and claire are outside defacing the impala with silly string and lewd graffiti and tin cans tied to the bumper for the going-away oh it is one hundo percent a just married atrocity there's enough condoms hidden in the car that they're still finding them months later

anyway wanna hear my disgustingly soppy honeymoon roadtrip concept? YOU KNOW I DO OKAY SO

you know at some point dean must have said some sad thing like for the longest time he never thought he'd live long enough to get married and the only circumstances he could imagine was hooking up drunkenly with a stranger at some vegas wedding scenario like that's the best he would ever get and he thinks it's mostly forgotten but then during their cross country honeymoon roadtrip castiel does in fact navigate them to las vegas and quietly mutters that the legal veracity of the little chapel on the city limits is dubious at best and they're already married so it couldn't do any harm and they get officiated by an elvis impersonator and a woman wearing more sequins than fabric throws cheap confetti over them

and after that they stop into every venue they can find that would be friendly to them to pretend they're eloping and at one point dean even pulls out the fbi id badges and the officiant is under the impression he's facilitating some sort of covert workplace romance 

one place is a kitchy little house that's clearly just the couple who run it opening their strange home to anyone who needs it and have been since the 70s and Castiel thinks for a moment when they're asked to pin something to the collection of stuff on the walls and ceiling before pulling the receipt for the pie they'd shared earlier in a dinner out and scrawling his and dean's name on it to be added to the clutter 

and at one point they stand ankle deep in a pond while some old hippie lady wraps their clasped hands together with soft fabric and chants something that dean knows isn't real magic but hey he's not going to tell her that and after the ceremony they sit on the grass and feed each other sweet bread to complete the binding or whatever and it's nice but it doesn't compare to the ranch where they both tossed their cowboy hats in the air and were given a horse to ride to their camp site

i thought about riverboat gambling for point one seconds and now i know in my bones that one of their many weddings was on a riverboat, they made the captain officiate after cornering him on deck in like five minutes, the crew sent them complimentary champagne and they threw fries at the birds following the boat while sharing it straight out of the bottle

if destiel can go canon multiple times they can get married multiple times CHANGE MY MIND THEY GET MARRIED SO MUCH the MOST married i just want them to get gay cowboy married

eventually i want them to end up at the beach bc dean has canonically never been to the coast their road trip is to get to the other coast

they send just married postcards back to sam from every stop sam stops feeling hurt he was left out of their vegas elopement wedding by the third wedding postcard he recieves sam saves them ofc bc GOD can you imagine them looking at the postcards on their 30th anniversary or s/t ���� showing their grandkids and recounting the story of each wedding there's a seashell taped to the last one

cas gets a terrible sunglasses tan and dean gets burnt on the tips of his ears and there's sand on sand on sand in all their clothes and at one point dean is blinking away salt water and cas is gripping his arm and saying something about the coral by them in the water and dean thinks that he likes floating beside cas a lot better than flying

dean has cas pick ice cream for them from a truck and hustles at carnival games enough to win them both big novelty foam hats and they both go back to their room and pass out immediately post shower sprawled across the bed and still smelling like sunscreen and salt water

dean tucks a little cocktail umbrella behind cas’ ear

cas spends most of the next day in dean's zepplin shirt and a pair of shorts they only picked up once they got there because neither of them thought to bring beach clothes, they sit on the balcony and dean sips his beer and idly plays with the ring on cas' finger and they play a game of what fictional monsters could they beat in a fight

cas’ true form is the size of the chrysler building he can fight king kong easy that's what he says and dean's like okay but what about mothra and castiel is like how would YOU defeat mothra and dean just goes "bugspray." GDJSGSHSGSHDSJ DEAN WOULD

in honour of misha putting his whole pussy into the role, cas wears a dress in at least one of their weddings

it's at one of those theme parks that's just historical re-enactments and people get their vows renewed there and there's costumes for the photobooth and the staff are like how long have you been married? castiel says two weeks, three days, eighteen hours, and twenty five minutes................ approximately.  and the photo is cas in a classical wedding gown and dean is wearing the veil with his old timey suit and there's a moose head on the wall behind them wearing the top hat he was given and they send that print with an arrow pointing at the moose with sam written next to it

i keep thinking bitch!!!! you KNOW WHAT!! you KNOW that dean is the type a guy who's heart races every time he feels his wedding ring/is always fiddling with it in the weeks after the wedding, like an anchor to remind him they really got married this is real he would NEED that physical reminder that he can have good things

he’s never ever going to take it off, the tan line will be permanent

how funny it would be if dean gets injured on a hunt and the monster guy is about to kill him and then the lights blow out and the monsters are like what was that and dean is just like "[spits blood] that's my husband." and nek minnit cas has just ripped through them thanks to teleporting in angel style and is just like Cas: [heals dean] "you're late for movie night" Dean: "Well if you'd gotten here earlier i would have been on time." Cas: >:| [kisses him]

cas is like i didn’t burn the popcorn this time you BETTER be alive to see it

[tiarnanabhfainni]

ok now is not the time for this but im back on the ghost mary train of thought again as of this post from @marywinchesterapologist and thinking about an au where mary dies and she dies in fire and agony in her son’s nursery and all she can think as she’s dying is that she has to protect her sons from this death. the hunting life and its associated violence might have killed her but maybe her family can still escape, maybe she can still keep her children sheltered from a life characterised by death.

cut to sam winchester who has no memories of a childhood without the spectre of a washed out mournful woman who appears in the corners of his eyes. limp grey hair, white dress and a dark ugly stain. this is a world where her haunting screams are as familiar to him as the led zepplin tapes crackling over the car stereo.

no one else can see her. once he tries to talk to dean about her but hes very firmly put in his place. “you’re just imagining things. dont tell dad”. sometimes shes quiet and vaguely mournful and sometimes she screams for hours into the night. she only ever appears when his dad has been gone for some period of time.

then in a dank motel room dean caves and reveals the truth about the hunting and the monsters and everything. sam finally understands his insistence on secrecy about the woman. he runs to a library and looks through every book they have on folklore and concludes that she must be a banshee. a death omen. the ghost of a woman who died in agony. armed with all this new information he identifies a pattern. she screams when his dad is on a hunt. to forewarn the death of the monster his dad will kill.

he never connects her with the other ghost that haunts the winchester family. the perfect, warm, saint of a mother and wife who drives this family tragedy inexorably forward. she has been so transformed by death as to be unrecognisable.

he becomes ever more uncomfortable with hunting as the years go by. each time she shrieks he wonders if she is forewarning his death, his dad’s or dean’s instead of the monster. he is sick of screaming and terror and death. he thinks that if he got out of the life then the screaming might stop.

when he finally bites the bullet and storms out of that dark house to go to stanford he sees her smile for the first and only time.

[cowboylikedean]

why are destiel depictions of dean like that like i just don’t understand what the fandom has with making dean jensen. they’re different people.

jensen looks at misha and thinks “god i wanna kiss that man so hard right now”

dean looks at cas and thinks “you know what he is really pretty” 

like the mixtape... i, as a destiel adjacent but only if it’s healthy, dean stan have no problem seeing it romantic hell it was pretty romantically coded

but it wasn’t “mom told me what she liked about dad i wanna kiss cas so i’m gonna give him a mix tape” or like “traxx is written that way because dean wants to kiss cas” 

it was “mom told me what she liked about dad, you know i bet cas doesn’t know any zepplin songs i’m gonna educate him” and the parallel just like didn’t hit dean’s mind 

and if it did it was later and it wasn’t like “shit i love him” it was like “was that weird? that mom fell in love with dad because he liked zepplin and i made a mixtape for cas?” and the answer he comes to is “idk but i want him to have it so there”

and that’s not because dean’s super repressed and doesn’t know how to feel anything, it’s because it’s an answer he doesn’t have yet and he’s not about to sit for hours psychoanalyzing himself and figuring out what he feels about cas. he feels what he feels and he’ll go with that. 

which is why he probably hadn’t even considered cas romantically until the confession scene because like literally he felt the feelings and cas felt different but he didn’t sit and question it and like dive into it, he just let himself feel the feelings and then cas says the romance and dean is like “shit is it romantic???” 

like that’s how you write dean in love with cas i just... i’m always with you guys to a point but so much of dean’s characterization in destiel is either GRUFF GRUFF ANGRY MANLY MAN BOARDERLINE MEAN or HEEART EYES MGEE and dean is neither one of those people