#and Dean Winchester BUT IM TRYING TO IGNORE IT

[thefirstcomingofwispcherry]

taxes are temporary, the pain that supernatural season three episode eleven caused me may be permanent

[quietwingsinthesky]

so because nick was able to almost raise lucifer from the empty, we really have to assume that anyone could do it. like all he had was some determination and a hammer, and he could have pulled it off. so. what im saying is that this leads us to assume that in-universe, dean just didnt feel like it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[skylilac]

HELP is cas narrating this ep AKSJLDJF

[vaguesxrrow]

heya! its me, once more, with a possibly oddly specific request, bc yes

i'd like to request a Dean Winchester (again, i know, he has invaded my brain) x reader, where for a case, they need a distraction, and reader ends up dancing to let Dean and Sam get away before running away themself, [oh, btw, established relationship please] and Dean is just

Dean: "they can dance too?! they're awesome"

Sam: "yeah, great, dude, but we gotta go"

thank you!!

HELLOO AGAIN !! this was so fun to write as usual. im so glad to have u as one of my 'regulars' btw it makes me feel like a rlly cool coffee shop owner :o

dancing queen - dean winchester/reader

a/n: hey look ! i've upgraded to titles !

cws: mild innuendos at the end

wc: 768

tags: humour, gender neutral reader (? they call themself feminine titles bc of the song but they/them pronouns are used)

"dude, seriously?" dean complained as the beginning notes of 'dancing queen' began from sam's phone. "abba!?"

sam rolled his eyes. "they're not bad."

"don't judge, dean," you said. "you can make an exception for dancing queen."

dean grumbled, but settled down at your reprimand. he muttered something sarcastic about this being a 'great soundtrack to kill vamps to', and you giggled at his consternation.

"you should learn to dig the dancing queen, dean," you told him, swaying to the beat and tapping his shoulder in an attempt to liven his mood.

"yeah, dean," sam parroted.

"the only thing i'll be digging is a grave," he deadpanned.

⌦ ---

you were fucked.

you were cornered by three vamps, after yelling at them to divert their attention from the boys to yourself. you felt kind of bad about raiding their nest, because you had learned that they were newly turned. but there was no use reasoning with them now. they wanted your blood.

which is why you were fucked.

sam and dean were looking at you with wide, panicked eyes from behind the three vampires, already having killed the two that were attacking them earlier. dean was still wiping blood off his face.

"uhm." you gulped nervously. “hi.”

your boyfriend and his brother skulked quietly behind, trying to avoid alerting the vamps to their presence a second time. them being them, though, it failed. dean tripped on sam's foot, and they both swore in unison. the monsters whirled around to glare at them, beginning to advance again.

"hey!" you barked at them. they half-turned towards you, as if considering who they should kill first. you needed a distraction so the boys could get away.

one problem, though: you couldn't think of a distraction.

"uhh, shit." you fumbled with your knife, as an idea popped into your mind. a ridiculous idea, but all the just dance you played as a kid had to be for something, right?

and so you began.. dancing. and singing. performing a whole show, really, because hearing sam's hippie music taste was bound to have that effect on people.

"youuu can dance, you can jiiive, having the time of your lii- shit, that's a tricky note - liiiife." you pointed at the vampires, moving your hips and swaying your arms in what you hoped was an accurate copy of the actual moves. you resolutely ignored sam's incredulous gaze and dean's loose jaw, continuing to channel your inner popstar.

"OOOH, see that girl!" you pointed to yourself and mimed an air guitar. okay, this was fun, ignoring the fact that you could die. it was like the dance competitions your parents used to enroll you in, just with judges that would rip you to shreds instead of giving you last place. maybe you should get back into dancing.

from behind the wall of confused vampires, you saw sam tugging dean's arm, murmuring to him about how they 'had to dip, right the fuck now'.

"i was already questioning how [name] agreed to date me, cause look at them, they were badass in that fight, but they can dance too? how awesome is that?" dean hissed back.

you bit back a laugh in favour of belting out the next note and doing the next move. "watch that scene, digging the dancing queen!" you freestyled that part, twirling around.

"yeah, dude, but we still gotta go." sam yanked dean's arm once more, dragging him out and forcing him into a run. you breathed a sigh of relief as they ran out the door.

"hope you enjoyed the show!" you said as you pulled your gun on the vampires, shooting them all in quick succession. you sprinted away, not bothering to check whether they were really dead or not.

when you saw the impala, you slowed to a walk, satisfied that there were no more bloodthirsty monsters chasing you.

dean and sam were engaged in what looked to be a one-sided conversation: dean rambling, and sam staring at his brother with half judgement, half love.

"sammy, i'm telling you, man. a fighter and a dancer?" dean shook his head. "i am one lucky man."

"you enjoy the show?" you asked them as you approached, a bit out of breath.

"hell yeah!" dean exclaimed, giving you a high five and a deep kiss. "that was so cool."

"does that mean you'll start digging the dancing queen?" you teased.

"only if you're the one dancing," he said.

you grinned. "oh, there is so much i could teach you. devil's tango, maybe?" you winked.

sam fake gagged. "okay, gross! i am never playing abba ever again!"

[novastaree]

it makes me mad that it’s obvious Adam wasn’t ever supposed to be a big part of the show but then made it so he was in a way but then continue to ignore him 

the title of his first appearance was “jump the shark” which means introducing a character arch or a plot line that is ooc, maybe adds a new character that is new and younger or doesn’t make sense with the rest of the story. usually to try and make it as good as it used to be but usually signifies a downplay in quality or popularity. And having a third Winchester brother was exactly that.

of course the twist of the episode was that he was dead all along and it was kinda of “hah you were mad for no reason we aren’t going that route!”

But instead of keeping true to that they then reintroduced him and threw that away and made him the scapegoat for dean’s inescapable problem with the end of the world to end the show off so Dean could have a happy ending.

but when the continued the show they never went back and tried to fix Adam’s plot line because they chose to go back to the original plan of ignoring him again.

but what really makes me mad is that at a few points spn really did “jump the shark” or at least imo especially in the later seasons there are huge power jumps and they introduced characters like Jack. they have ooc plotlines (szn 8) and lose the dark vibe and feelings the show was built on. And it felt hypocritical to Adam

when supernatural decided to continue past season five they should’ve realized “right Adam we could have left him in szn 4 but we broght him back time to actually wrap up this character” and ik in like szn 7 or smth like that he was supposed to have a plot line and jakes agents got in the way but the show still went quite about him except for two mentions of him. even without being on screen the could have explained what happened more than they did especially when the actually went down to the cage. but instead they were mostly quiet about him till he finally was able to show up in szn 15

and i LOVE midam but i feel how they showed up out of the cage would not have been what happened if they had had the time or the care for these characters.

now i obviously love adam but the show should have only kept him for “jump the shark” OR they should have given him the chance to be a real part of the series, especially because without him the show would have been really different especially the end of szn 5.

im not saying he should have been a new main character along side sam and dean but also not have a ten year gap in between appearances 

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

The Good In You

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you have demon powers, and after Dean goes to hell Sam and Ruby teach you how to use them.

“And who are you?”

Ruby’s tone when she addressed you made your skin crawl.

“Oh, you’re different,” she continued, unable to look away from you.

“Hey,” you relaxed a little when Dean stepped in front of you. “Don’t talk to her.”

“You knew about this?” She asked him. When he didn’t answer, she continued. “She’s powerful, Dean. More powerful than Sam, or me, or…or anyone. She can—“

“No, she can’t,” Dean interrupted. “You leave her alone, alright?”

“You’re ignoring your biggest weapon!”

“She. Is not. A weapon.” Dean growled. “Now drop it.”

Ruby held her hands up in surrender, but you didn’t miss the way she stared at you over Dean’s shoulder.

…

“Hey.”

You flinched when Ruby appeared next to you.

“Sam and Dean aren’t here, they went out,” you said nervously.

“I’m not here for them.” She smiled.

“Please leave me alone.” You hated the obvious fear in your voice.

“I’m not here to try anything,” she assured you. “I just wanted to make sure you understand. I wasn’t trying to make you some kind of weapon, I just wanted you to know you have power.”

“I’m dangerous,” you sighed.

“That’s Dean talking,” Ruby argued. “But I think you’re so much more than that. Dean’s just scared of what you can do, but I’m not.”

“Don’t try to turn me against Dean,” you said. But you couldn’t help wonder if she was right. “Please leave.”

“Ok,” she said. “I’m not trying to convince you of anything, I just wanted you to know I’m here. If you ever want to know more about your power, I can teach you.”

And without another word, she was gone.

…

You didn’t know what to do. Dean was in hell, and Sam had run off the minute that Dean was gone, leaving you with Bobby. You understood, really; he had his own grief to deal with, and he wanted to be alone.

But you didn’t.

“Y/N?”

Speak of the devil.

“Sammy?” You looked up and there he was, standing in your doorway. “Sam!”

Sam laughed softly when you barreled into him. He wrapped his arms around you.

“Hey kid,” he greeted.

“You’re back,” you grinned.

“And not alone.” At the sound of a woman’s voice, you stepped away from Sam to see a dark-haired woman smiling at you. Her eyes flashed black, you you couldn’t help but flinch before you realized.

“Ruby?”

“In the flesh,” she grinned. “Well, a new flesh, but still me.”

“Why…how…” you had so many questions you didn’t know where to start, but Sam helped you out.

“We came to get you because we’re gonna go after Lilith. We could use your help.”

“Oh…” the silence spoke for itself.

“That’s not what I meant,” Sam sighed. “I wanted to come get you, I-I just…I’ve been messed up lately, ok? I thought you’d be better off with Bobby.”

“But now he’s feeling better,” Ruby interjected, and Sam frowned at her. “And we could use your help.”

“How?”

Ruby smiled.

“Im gonna teach you how to use those powers you have.”

…

You resisted at first, but once Sam assured you that he supported this plan, you found it hard to say no. You couldn’t help but think that this wasn’t what Dean wanted for you, but the magic that Ruby was suggesting was so harmless that you felt almost alright with it.

In fact, it was more than harmless: it was pretty darn wholesome.

“You’re telling me I can heal people?”

“Kid,” Ruby grinned. “You can do whatever you want.” When Sam cleared his throat, she sighed and continued. “But Sam’s made me promise to keep you on the Mister Roger’s side of your powers, so healing it is.”

Using your powers wasn’t as easy as Ruby had thought it would be. You found that you couldn’t heal a thing without her careful instruction each time, and even then it wasn’t always perfectly effective.

But that didn’t matter to you, because it worked. Even though it was hard, and imperfect, you’d done it. You were using your powers, and there wasn’t a bit of evil about doing it. You’d never felt stronger.

And then Dean came back from hell.

You were over the moon when he came back, but when he found out that Sam was drinking demon blood and you were using your powers, the boys had a terrible fight and split, unable to agree on how to fight Lilith.

The one thing they did agree on, was that you wouldn’t be going. Dean would never let you use your powers, and even if he did Sam had decided that you weren’t learning fast enough to be a useful healer mid-battle. So, Bobby’s it was.

Even after Lilith was killed (which Sam and Dean had both refused to tell you about), and the apocalypse started Sam and Dean decided to stay separated from each other, and you apparently.

That is, until Bobby got a call from Dean.

“Bobby, it’s bad,” Dean’s voice was strained, and weak. “I don’t know if-if you’d be able to patch me up in time.”

“I—“

“Let me help.” You surprised both men by speaking up as you stepped into Bobby’s living room. “Dean where are you?”

“No!” Dean insisted. “You’re not using magic on me.”

“Dean, I can heal you.”

“Yeah right,” Dean scoffed.

“Don’t be an idjit,” Bobby interjected. “I’ve seen her do it, she can help you.”

“I said no,” Dean replied.

Bobby shook his head with a grunt.

“Where are you? I’ll come help you.”

Dean rattled off an address, and continued.

“Don’t bring her wi—“

Bobby hung up on him.

“You’re coming,” Bobby told you. “We’re gonna save that boy’s life whether he wants us to or not.”

“Bobby, I need Sam or Ruby. I-I’m no good without them, I need help to—“

“It’s alright, kid. I think I know where they’re holed up, it’s on the way. Let’s go.”

…

“Where’s Ruby?”

Sam said nothing as he climbed into Bobby’s car, and the three of you set off to find Dean.

“How is he?” Sam asked Bobby.

“Well, from what I understand he’s hanging in there, but I don’t think I can patch him up with bandaids and alcohol this time,” Bobby sighed.

“Well then we better get moving.”

…

“I said just you, Bobby!”

Your gut twisted at the sight of all that blood—Dean’s blood—pooling around his stomach. This definitely wasn’t a job for normal medication.

“Dean, let her help,” Sam insisted.

“I thought we went over this! These powers—“

“Her powers aren’t like mine,” Sam argued. “She does nothing but good with them.”

“Yeah, right,” Dean scoffed. “There’s nothing right about this stuff.”

“Dean, all she does is heal,” Sam said.

“What?” Dean frowned. “Heal? You can’t heal.”

“I told you,” Sam replied patiently. “Her powers aren’t like mine. I would never let her drink demon blood, or go dark side. She’s never done anything even remotely questionable with her powers. Now stop being such a jerk and let her heal you.”

Dean gave a nod that was barely visible, but it was enough for you. He tensed when you put your hand on his wound, but he trusted you.

“Sam?” You turned to look at your big brother, and he knelt down next to you.

“You’re doing great,” he insisted. “Just concentrate.”

With Sam talking you through it, you were able to slowly heal up Dean’s wounds.

“That was great.” Sam wrapped an arm around you while you leaned against him, exhausted. He rested his chin on your head. “You’re getting better, that was a pretty tough wound to heal.”

Dean looked up from where he had been inspecting his would, as though checking it for sulfur.

“Using your powers drains you, huh?”

You nodded wearily, closing your eyes and letting Sam lift you in his arms.

“We should get going,” Sam said.

…

You waited in the Impala, slowly regaining your strength, while Sam and Dean talked. You didn’t have to hear their conversation to see the conclusion; they were coming back.

“It’s about time,” you huffed when the two of them got into the Impala.

“What?”

“We’re sticking together now, right?”

Dean’s lip twitched into a smirk.

“Why, did you miss me?” His smirk dropped as he dodged the hand you swung at him. “Hey!”

“Yes,” Sam interrupted before the fight could escalate. “We’re sticking together.”

“Where’s Ruby?” Your voice was quieter now, and you weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer. “How did the apocalypse start? I-I don’t understand why you won’t tell me.”

Dean sighed. He’d been hoping to keep this conversation on pause for a little while longer.

“Ruby’s dead,” he answered, seeing no more reason to beat around the bush. He watched in the rearview mirror as you pulled your knees up to your chest, your head ducked down. He wasn’t around while you were with Ruby, but he’d sensed that throughout your training the two of you had become close.

“Lilith was the final seal,” Sam sighed. “Ruby…she lied to us. She wanted Lucifer set free. I’m sorry.”

You didn’t speak for the rest of the drive, and the brothers didn’t push you. Sam was pretty sure that you were crying for a while, but eventually your exhaustion pushed you into a deep sleep.

“I’d never let her do something that could make her evil.”

Dean was surprised when Sam suddenly spoke up.

“Look,” Dean sighed. “I saw how her power works, and it…maybe I was wrong. I don’t know. I just want her to—“

“I know,” Sam interrupted. “I want that too. I wouldn’t have let her use those powers if I thought they…they’d make her like me. But she’s not. There’s no demon blood, or black eyes, or-or anything messed up like that. There’s just her. And she’s good.”

“I still don’t know if I like it,” Dean admitted.

“Sam is right.”

Both boys jumped in surprise when Castiel suddenly appeared beside your sleeping form.

“Jeez, Cas,” Dean groaned.

“Sam is right,” Cas repeated. “Your sister’s powers aren’t dark. In fact, I can show her how to use them more efficiently.”

“You can?” Sam was surprised. “What do you know about her powers?”

“Well, it’s true that she could use them for dark purposes,” Cas admitted. “So I think only letting her heal is the best strategy. But I see no reason for her to suppress them entirely. That could just lead to them coming out in uncontrollable ways.”

“Cas?” All three men turned at the sound of your voice. You rubbed your face, sitting up straighter and smiling at the angel. “What are you doing here? Are you staying?”

“For as long as I can,” Cas promised. “I want to help your brothers train you to use your powers.”

“Really?” You smiled. “You don’t think they’re evil?”

“No,” Cas replied, glancing over at Dean’s blood-soaked shirt. “No, there’s nothing evil about you, little one.”

“I always knew you were a goody-two-shoes,” Dean scoffed, smiling when he saw how relieved you were at Cas’s assurance that you weren’t doing anything evil.

“And she’s always gonna be,” Sam piped up.

“Gee, no pressure,” you laughed.

“You’re up to it,” Dean replied, and you caught his eye in the rearview mirror.

I trust you, his gaze said.

That was better than anything he could’ve said.

[starlvenus]

ghost lover :( !!!

summary sam's dead girlfriend tries to convince him to go with her D: !!

warnings! manipulative reader? and a small description of blood and one mention of flesh

sam winchester x fem ghost!reader

*note* i've been inactive again.. :/ but uhm!! I hope you guys like this one.. its been sitting around for a bit

Sam groans. Slumping into the car's front seat.

He barely hears what his brother was saying, his mind somewhere else.

His eyebrows furrow showing the discomfort he felt as he plucked a stray piece of flesh from his hair. He glances down and grimaces at the sight of his clothes. Which were stained crimson red with blood.

He thanked God there was more than one shower.

Despite the drive being short it felt exhausting draining what little energy he had left.

Sam leaps out the car, beelining for the shower eager to scrub away the blood clinging to his skin.

After stripping away his clothes he steps in the shower, the cold water engulfing him.

He looks down; watching the water run down his skin. The dark red liquid swirls around his feet before disappearing down the drain. Once he scrubs his body his fingers tangle in his hair, he runs his fingers through his hair the best he could, trying to get the knots out.

He massages the shampoo into his hair, the white bubbles gradually take on a pink hue, tainted by the remnants of blood.

The sensation of cold hands caressing his chest interrupts his thoughts, her gentle fingers tracing delicate circles on his skin.

He senses her presence before he turns to see her.

Her head rests against his back; a comforting weight that he welcomes without hesitation.

He feels a tingling and chilling sensation throughout his body. Her body phasing through him.

The tingle stays just for a bit, in no time she's leaning on him.

His eyes trail down to her figure. His mouth opens, his voice coming out in a weak whispered tone. “You shouldn't be here.”

Her fingers trace small circles on his chest, ignoring his statement. “I miss you..” Her head tilts up her wet hair sticking to his skin. “I miss us”

“You can't stay.” He says, more firmly. 

The hand resting on her waist stays in its place. His body betrays his mind.

Her eyes look up into his, pleading with him. “I know.. But I can't help it- I need you to understand.. You need to come with me”  His eyebrows twitch at her words shaking his head. “I can't just abandon everything I've worked for.”

She backs up from him, her form flickering “but what about us?” Her hand moves to his “what about our love? Don't you love me Sam?”

“Of course I love you,” he murmurs, “but I can't.  I can't leave Dean. Not like this.”

Her form flickers once again, this time in frustration “you always put him first, don't you?” Her tone is accusatory and laced with bitterness “but what about me Sam? What about our love? Is it worth nothing to you?” 

“I love you. More than anything- but I can't just leave him, not after everything.” He pauses thinking of what he could say to make her stay. “Look- isn't there a way we can still.. See each other?” Looking down at her he wraps his arms around her again. She doesn't budge nor does she move away. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with frustration. “No Sam,” she snaps, her voice filled with irritation “I'm tired of this back and forth. I want you with me, and I want it now.”

Before Sam could say anything there was a knock on the bathroom door, Dean's voice following shortly after. “Been in there for a long time. Are you okay there?” His voice was laced with concern.

Her body flickers away, the sudden absence leaving him feeling cold and hollow. His arms wrapped around nothing. He swallows hard, clearing his throat. “yeah im fine.” His voice was unsteady and strained.

He reaches out to turn off the water. The silence that followed after was deafening, occasionally filled with the steady drip of water, echoing throughout the room.

[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Round 1

Propaganda why Dean Winchester is insufferable:

"This man is racist against anyone other than humans and abused the people he was supposed to love the most. He literally abandons Castiel at his most vulnerable and never lets Sam leave the whole hunting monsters thing. Worst part is that the fandom will get behind him and defend him because what, he’s pretty? Pretty much a terrible person, more like. I sympathize with his backstory but Dean has ZERO character development during the course of 15 whole seasons. When he DOES have development it involves abusing someone. Sam tries to be a normal person and always gets punished for it. The only hint we have that Dean might’ve been trying to change is a piece of paper in the final episode AFTER HE DIES. then guess what? Sam lives out his whole life and has a family 😭 that’s very, very telling."

"misogynistic scumbag. theres also a few different times that dean finds teenagers sexy with the most recent and prominent example that i can recall being the scooby doo crossover episode in season 13 where hes super into daphne who in the version they chose for the episode is 15-16 and is interacting with her as if shes a real person cause they got magicked into the episode. he treats everyone around him like shit and the only time the narrative agrees that thats a bad thing is when he has the mark of cain put on him and hes acting no differently than he does usually its just now acknowledged that hes treating others like shit. ive been rewatching the show for shits and giggles with a friend and wow he really does not treat anyone well but i wanna focus on how he treats sam for a second cause dude's hobby seems to be ignoring what his brother wants and lying to sam about doing stuff that directly concerns him the demon blood and souless things are reasonable cause those were both Bad for sam but theyre still part of a wider pattern and the most prominent example of this being when dean tricks sam into letting gadreel possess him and actually gaslights sam about it with the whole ordeal ending when its revealed gadreel lied about who he was and while possessing sam murders a friend of theirs. his voice is just also stupid as fuck im sorry this is just petty but he just sounds like hes trying so hard to be gruff n intimidating but he just sounds like a kid pretending to be batman"

"Dean’s list of sins is crazy long because of how long the show ran, but the key thing for me is that post-locking Sam in the bunker (season 4 I think?), I just can’t enjoy their relationship anymore. I normally love their sibling dynamic, but Dean’s ultimate worst past-the-point-of-no-return moment for me was demonizing (pun intended) his little brother for being “addicted” to demon blood, which only happened because of a series of events that were either Dean’s or someone else’s fault, not Sam’s. I also really dislike how the fandom treats Dean like this angel (pun intended) who has done no wrong and even tries to justify the MULTIPLE times he’s beaten up and otherwise abused his little brother. Canon Dean is like the polar opposite of fanon Dean: he’s homophobic and racist (jokes about a Black man being sexually assaulted in prison), misogynistic (take a shot every time he calls a woman a slur and you’ll die of alcohol poisoning), and abusive."

"Misogynistic asshole and too many of the things he does get treated as not actually bad or even good by both fans and the show when he violates peoples autonomy and is incredibly abusive to the people he loves the most. And it wouldn't be as annoying if people didn't justify so many of his behaviors or if he ever changed or even just was seen as a bad guy in the show more than he is."

">Was a misogynist (loved to call women skanks, bitches, hoes)

>Used gay as an insult multiple time during the show's run (idc if he's gay an homophobic, that's still insulting)

>Beat up his brother for being possessed

>Beat up his brother for losing his soul (not his brother's fault)

>Used dubious consent to get his brother possessed in a different unrelated possession incident after possession was being used (badly...this is supernatural after all) as a metaphor for SA

>Threatened to murder his brother when he was hallucinating (yay we aren't ableist)

>Locked a child up in a box

>Threatened to kill the child he locked up in a box

>Made a creepy, sexual comment about a barely-legal high school girl

>Got the woman and kid he was living with memory-wiped"

"Really mean to Cas (called him a child, zero respect for him, calls him family and casts him out when the angels are looking for him), and an absolute dick to Jack (threatening to kill him CONSTANTLY)"

Propaganda why Batman/Bruce Wayne is insufferable:

"Always has to be right. Does the most janked up stuff and doesn't care who it hurts. Imposes his will on others to the point of willing to bodily harm them if they do not comply (and yes, this does include his children)"

"I’ll also support Batman as a candidate because of the slapping Robin meme, which is annoying, and because he is just way too much. Too much all the time."

"Has to always be right, regardless of situation. Because somehow the billionaire has knowledge of how middle class people think."

"Obviously it's the writers who have screwed him over, but my gods the fact that he can do whatever he freaking wants and still be "the hero" bcs hes the main character is insufferable. He killed his son (slit his throat) in one canon, in the canon where said son survives, he’s beaten half to death by Bruce, who of course is "in the right" because B thought J had tried to murder someone. He can hit his kids, he can be a total asshat to people, and yet he's still framed as being in the right for doing so, simply becaude he's the protagonist. There's no character development, no "whoops maybe I shouldn't have hit dick/punched tim/beaten and exhiled jason" - and it's so damn infuriating. He used to be fun. He used to be a good dad.

Now he's just an insufferable prick."

"Oooh look at me, I'm brooding in my cave because my parents died and this gives me an excuse to be a bad father, he's SO ANNOYING"

"Always has to be right. Will literally alter the makeup of his kid's brain because said kid doesn't live the way he wants him to. Acts like his worldview is the only one that matters."

"he is always portrayed as good and right by the narrative even if objectively he's a pretty terrible person"

[missmarveledsblog]

Oh boy ( Dean Winchester x Reader) part two

Summary : y/n still reeling in the events of the day calling the one person , she knows that can help , while dean needs answers only it never that easy in the life of a hunter when guests begin to arrive

warning : fun fluffy angsty times ft some cryptids and family , what life without a little arson thrown in there too

previously on Oh boy

Standing on the porch , her house secluded like most around , she was high alert looking out the windows and surrounding , the once safe space didn’t feel so safe. Putting the keys into the lock knowing it was too dangerous to stay there but nowhere to go with only one person she knew she could rely on when it came to this and keeping Mikey protected . reasoning with herself that she didn’t break the promise to keep him away , another part of her knowing she could never keep him away , but one thing she was adamant on was not raising him like she was . where every day was a mission instead of a day to live and take in the world around them even if that world could be hell on earth but it had its nice parts . Another thing was she never noticed or chose not to see how much mikey looked like him , the little carbon copy of the man she tried so hard to forget the same sandy blonde hair and those piercing green eyes . she silently wondered if mannerisms matched , taste or stuff like that were the same but giving what she knew now maybe it was even more for the best that he stayed away . Kicking herself for the one man she had one night stand with was a hunter too. That much was clear and the fake name sort made sense ( didn’t mean she wasn’t pissed off at the fact) . pulling her phone out hovering over the contact she finally hit the button

“ hey i need you “ she steadied her breathe but it was no use today was close call to much of a close call to ignore .

It wasn’t possible , it couldn’t be possible and yet it was . pacing the room thinking back to that night , the way he introduced himself , the flirting and the night she was under him and now here he was back and she was still here but now he was here too . trying to convince himself it wasn’t what it looked like that, that it couldn’t be what it looked like . yet the kid looked like him even he could see that much but stuff like that can happen right?

“Maybe ask her instead of torturing yourself “ sam voice called.

“ but we used something i’m sure of it” he stood now trying to think if they did or didn’t.

“ not always fool proof “

“ Well that much is clear genius “ he scoffed, ready to grab his coat as well as a piece of paper with her address that michelle gave sam under the guise of needing to ask y/n what she saw or what mikey saw. hated to say how much Sam was right he needed to know , what he did with the knowledge was still so unclear but he couldn't just ignore the fact that this could be his child.

“ Be nice and don't lose it …forget it im coming “ sam stood knowing it was a mess , but this was his brothers mess albeit support and someone to be impartial would help . The drive was quiet, not even the sounds of 80s classic rock was blaring from the speakers , eyes watching the road and everything around it . pulling up night dark and the night air blowing through the trees . the little house filled with light and sounds of a gun clicking .

“woah annie oakley it just us” dean called hands raise .

“ yeah i don't think that gonna get her put the gun down … we , he just wants to talk” sam called voice of reason when the gun lowered and soft sigh out of her mouth nodding for them to coming in watching around before closing the door .

“ mikey just gone to to sleep so voices down” she warned heading off letting them follow . deans eyes looking picture all along the narrow hallway . various stages of the little boy's life big bright smiles on his face .

“ Ask “ she looked up knowing it was on tip of his tongue ready to spill from his lips .

“ well … you know “ he looked around never thinking this was conversation he was in his life . “ is he mine ? like you sure he's not… like some other guys right” .

“ yes he's yours and contrary to the situation i don't sleep with guys i meet at the bar” she hissed feeling her cheeks heat up with embarrassment or anger maybe both at the insinuating remark. “ look you can do dna if you want but i've no reason to lie to you , i'm not asking you for anything either “ she stood , she had speech ready for when this day would come and yet words she had memorized vanished , hidden in some corner of her mind not willing to be know.

“ Why didn't you track me down ? , you should have told me “ his own tempter starting to flare.

“ i did only to be met with an 80 retired FBI agent that didn't know his ass from his elbow , how can i track you down when i don't even know your name … god how fucking bad is that “ she laughed dryly .

“dean my name dean” he said a lot cooler knowing he was more to blame than she was.

“ I'm Sam by the way , I know I said it earlier … you ok “ he asked only for her to burst out laughing.

It wasn't a laugh that she found it funny no she felt like she was losing her mind , of course it would be , she knew them not personally clearly but she knew of the brothers only for the sequence of knock to make her stand and rush to the door .

“ How the hell did you get here so fast “ her voice sounded surprised , impressed and confused .

“ Well I'll explain it later this …” that voice that made his eye widen more and both brothers to look at each other and to the door .

“ what you two are doing in my nieces house“ there stood bobby singer .

“ oh come on “ dean almost yelled looking up at the ceiling .

“Oh boy “ sam winced .

The silence was deafening , awkward tension, each wanting to talk and not finding the words . all emotions flying around in a situation none of them could see coming . Yet now to bobby it all made sense from mikey to the fake agent kicking himself for not putting the piece together a lot sooner.

“ Why is everyone so quiet “ cas finally looked around.

“ Because dean knocked up my niece” Bobby gritted as the two cringed and Sam was wondering if there was popcorn available . “ You realise she is only twenty six right ? “ he glared at the man .

“ So she was ..oh dean what the hell man “ sam grimaced .

“ barely just barely turned twenty one “ Bobby hissed.

she went to defend it but the sound of her laugh , one she wasn't letting out of her own mouth could be heard out back . then the screams following as she got up not caring what it was as she ran down the hall almost falling over as she ran into the room to see Mikey was always running towards her , he wasn’t the only thing as it broke through the boys bedroom window and charge as she pulled him out and slammed the door . holding it with all her strength while it was pulling it over.

“ Cas take Mikey to our motel room “ was all Sam said before she watched the two instantly gone .

“ MOVE” dean appeared in front of her with her shot gun as she drop to the ground the sound of the blast and the creature to scream as she crawl scamper to her feet running to the kitchen as she grab the aerosol spray and lighter off the counter before running back to the door shoving the brother out of the way as she began spraying and lifting the light in a makeshift blowtorch as it went up in flames crashing around the room before falling out the window,

“ WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT” bobby yelled .

“ Wendigo, “ the three said in unison .

“ Where is my son , what is he” she poked sam in the chest .

“ Cas is an angel , mikey is safe back in our motel maybe be safer if you got room too” sam winced .

“ he’s not wrong , that tracked you down “ dean opened the door as she stormed past taking the shot gun .

“ it’s still alive” she huffed seeing the tracks heading back to the woods and the smell of burnt rotten flesh in the air . “Take Bobby to mikey i need to pack up “ storming past the men .

“ i’ll stay with her “ dean shook his head handing sam the key , “ be careful” he added.

“ We'll be fine “ bobby wave him away.

“ he meant with baby “ sam rolled his eyes as they headed off.

She barely even wanted to think of anything, only a slight relief that Mikey was safe or that she had to convince herself he was but Bobby wouldn’t let harm come to him . in a big joke that life held just for her , she get pregnant by a Winchester and seriously regretted the bliss of thinking it was a low life scammer and now she was being hunted down by a wendigo that had said brothers in town in the first place . it was an ironic fucking mess and it was her life because of course it was . grabbing the suitcases she headed to Mikey room first grabbing his clothes and thing that she deemed most important as dean stood at the door .

“ those three draws just throw em in “ she threw him a case before going around the house grabbing more irreplaceable things as well as some clothes for herself. She trying not let the tears fall down her cheeks pulling trying to decided what to take with her , grabbing the gun from the safe as she watched her surrounding bring it out to her car before heading back into the house. Five trips between them as she grabbed an ex heading into her bed room she began smash the bottom of her closet as he watched seeing one big huge luggage case hidden . watching as she struggled to carry it rolling his eyes before grabbing the handle feeling the weight of the thing.

“ you got a dead body in this thing” he grunted pulling it with her .

“ no but it can make one “ he could have sworn he saw her wink which honestly didn’t ease any kind of tension before she ran back into the house and coming out with a tox box on wheels a purchase she was definitely thankful for now as she threw it into the back of her car.

“ You go start the car” she handed him her keys .

“ don’t you wanna lock up? “ he asked . Without a reply or words she grabbed the canister out of the bush and threw it in the house along with what he could make out was a burning roll of toilet paper.

“ GO “ She yelled, jumping into the car .

“ What the hell you doing “ he looked back at the burning house.

“ We don't have time to explain now, go “ she snapped as hit the gas, watching her house up in flames along with the hope she finally had a home .

The roads bare as the two drove her eye watching the tree almost checking for movement. Luckily for her the town wasn’t filled with many of them for something of its caliber to move incognito but she knew she was gonna have to get Mikey out of here as soon as possible .

“ Now you wanna tell me what hell that was?” he asked .

“ burn the place so it can’t use our home or try to get our scent from anything in there and nothing else can come from it too “ she explained in a way it made sense but it didn't make it less nuts .

“ sooo what's in the big case?” .

“guns , ammo , katana, you know the essentials”.

“Where are you gonna go? “

“ I don't know but I'll figure it out, I always do” she smiled weakly as she could see the motel coming into view . she sat up straighter almost out the door only for she didn’t know which room it was. almost on his back as she followed when the door opened and little body hit her when she broke.

“ mama did you get the monster?” .

“ hey buddy give yer mama minute kay"bobby patted her back .

“ i didn’t but i will “ she sniffled wiping her eyes checking him over.

“ mama Cas is an angel , he got us here in a blink and , and then we watched cartoons “ he said excitedly .

“ thank you castiel “ she smiled weakly .

“ The little human is quite fun, “ he smiled back .

“ bobby i need a favor “ she stood looking at the older man .

“ any thing kid you know that “ he nodded.

“ need you get Mikey out of town , i'll come get him”

“ what you up to girl i can see it on your face ”.

“ It made it personal .. im going hunting"

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[tldix]

do i wanna know?

chapter 4.

summary: fleeing to college after catching your highschool sweetheart cheating, you find yourself right back in your home town 4 years later. your degree almost complete & your sanity slowly slipping, you find solace in the one place you know you shouldn’t. your dads best friend. Dean Winchester.

word count: idk something embarrassingly long probably🫣

warnings : dbf, AU, yearning AF, spn content, grumpy/sunshine ish?? idk (im trying to include most of the main characters from spn, again AU)

a/n: only one more chapter & the epilogue until this journey ends. (the chapters waiting i just haven’t written the epilogue yet) i poured my mind body & soul into this so i pray you’re all happy with it. as always my requests & asks are opened, lemme know you’re favorite part! (or least fav). remember that like comments & reblogs are what keep us fanfic writers going. with alllll that finally being said: here’s chapter 4 (don’t me mad at me)

dean ran a hand through his hair, his expression was unreadable. you were starting to question how long a smoke break really lasted, you even let your thoughts wonder to the possibility that dean bribed meg to stay out there until he came out, the thought almost made you laugh until you realized the situation you were still currently in. deans voice echoed as he said

“it didn’t mean anything sticks. the date. it was your dad trying to play matchmaker or something.” dean finished, his voice even quieter now. as if he was scared of the words that are gunna fall from his lips, he leaned back slightly but keeping his eyes trained on you he admits “o didn’t even wanna go”

your heart jumped at his admission, but you tried to keep your tone neutral. “then why did you?”

dean gave a small, humorless laugh. “because your dads stubborn as hell & he wouldn’t let it go. i figured after fighting him on it for so long it was easier to just get it over with”

you set the coffee pot down, your fingers gripping the edge of the counter. “you didn’t have to, ya know?”

dean looked at you, his eyes searching yours for something. a flicker of anything. “yeah, well, saying no to your dad is one thing. saying no & trying to explain why is another”

“why?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

dean hesitated, his jaw working like he was physically wrestling with his words. “because” he finally said, his voice low but steady. “the only person i’d wanna go on a date with is standing right infront of me”

the words hung in the air, heavy & charged with electricity like zeus himself was present. your breath caught in your throat, your pulse racing as his meaning sank in.

“i…” you started to say something, but nothing came out. your mind was spinning, the truth of your own feelings crashing into you like a wave. it wasn’t one sided, you weren’t crazy. he felt the same?

dean took a step closer, his eyes softening “if i’ve been making things harder for you, im sorry i just… i didn’t know how to handle this really”

“handle what?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“this.” he said. gesturing between the two of you. “whatever the hell this is. i’ve been trying to ignore it, trying to push it down & not feel it but it’s not going away. i don’t even think i want it too anymore”

you stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest. “dean. my dad—“

“i know” he said quickly, cutting you off. “that’s part of the problem. he’s my bestfriend, the last thing i wanna do is fuck that up but.. i can’t just keep pretending i don’t feel this”

the honesty in his voice, the vulnerability, left you breathless. for a long moment neither of you said anything, the silence stretching between you two like a taunt wire.

“i don’t know what to say” you admitted finally, your voice barely audible.

“you don’t have to say anything right now sweetheart” dean said softly, “i just. i just needed you to know. whatever happens, i just want you to be honest with me. can you do that?”

you nodded slowly, your throat tightening restricting your breathing.

dean gave you a small, almost sad smile. “good that’s all i’m asking.”

he stepped back, giving you space, & the absences of his warmth left you feeling suddenly cold. without another word, he turned & walked out of the diner, leaving you standing there with your heart in your throat & your mind racing.

———————

the rest of your shift passed in a blur, meg slipped back inside soon after dean left. that rose your suspicions even more but you decided against prying for answers. your conversation with dean was on an endless loop, by the time you got home. you felt emotionally wrung out. your thoughts were a tangled mess of what if’s & unanswered questions.

your dad was in the living room, watching some old western but he glanced up as soon as you walked in. “you okay, sticks?”

“yeah” you lied, managing to muster up a small smile “just tired.”

he gave you a knowing look, but didn’t press & you were so extremely grateful for that. you retreated to your bedroom, collapsing onto your bed & staring up at your ceiling.

deans worde echoed in your mind, “the only person i’d wanna go on a date with is standing right infront of me”

a part of you wanted to run to him, to tell him you felt the exact same way. but another part of you— the part that spent years trying to keep your feeling buried— was terrified of what it could mean. not just for you & dean, but for your dad, for everything.

you closed your eyes, trying to quiet the racing thoughts but no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t quite shake the feeling that everything was about to change.

————-

the days following your confrontation with dean felt like walking a tight rope. every interaction with him was layered with tension, both of you skirting around what had been said, what had been admitted. you felt like you were holding your breath, waiting for something to break.

but the wait ended one evening when you heard a knock at your door.

—————-

when you opened your front door, you found dean standing there, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. his face was set with a grin of determination, but his eyes betrayed his hesitation.

“dean?” you said, surprised. “what are you doing here?”

he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, glancing past you into the house before his eyes ultimately settled on you. “we need to talk” he said, his voice low.

you nodded, stepping aside to let him in. thank god your dad was still at work, you weren’t sure how’d you explain this otherwise. pacing the small space like a caged animal. you stood by the door, arms crossed, trying to prevent your heart from beating out of your chest as you watched him wrestle with whatever was on his mind.

finally, he stopped. turning to face you “look i’ve been thinking” he began, his voice rough “about what i said at the diner. about you. bout us.”

you swallowed hard, every nerve in your body on edge. “dean, you don’t have too-“

“no lemme finish.” he interrupted, holding up a hand. his eyes softened as he continued. “i know this is complicated. i know your dads gonna have my ass if he finds out, but i can’t keep pretending this doesn’t mean anything to me. that you don’t mean anything to me”

his words hit you like a freight train, leaving you breathless. the vulnerability in his voice, the way he held your gaze. was unlike anything you’d ever seen from him.

“dean…” you started, your voice trembling

he stepped closer, his eyes searching yours. “i’ve been scared too” he admitted “not just because of Jp, but because if this goes south, i don’t wanna lose you. but pretending i don’t want this? that you’re not all i think about? that’s not working for me anymore”

you felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes as his words sank in, they sank deep into your core. your heart swelling “i’ve been scared too” you admit. your voice barely above a whisper “you mean so much to me dean, i didn’t wanna mess this up”

his hands lifted, hesitating for a moment before brushing against yours. “you’re not gunna mess up anything Sticks, i promise.” he said it so softly you could melt right there on the spot

for a moment, just a small glimmer of a second you hesitated. the weight of everything pressing down on you. but then, your feet seemingly decided to move forward. your hands sliding into his, his fingers tightening around yours. as if he were afraid you’d pull away, like it’d break him if you did.

& then his lips were on yours, the lips youve been dreaming about for months. it was as if someone was letting fireworks off in your body. the kiss was electric even though he was soft & tentative at first, as though he was giving you the chance to pull back. to tell him his worst fear “i don’t want this. i don’t want you” but you didn’t. instead, to his surprise you leaned into him. wrapping your arms around his neck as the kiss deepened. every fear & hesitation melting away.

when you finally pulled apart, his forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing hard. he smiled- a real fucking dean winchester smile, it made your chest ache in the best ways.

“i’ve been waiting to do that for a long time sweetheart”

you smiled back, your heart so full it might burst

“thank fuck you didn’t call me sticks”

—————

the next morning you knew you needed to talk to cas. he’d been your bestfriend your entire life. the one person you could truly count on besides your dad, & you definitely did not want him finding out about you & dean through anyone else but you.

when you arrived at his place an hour later with his favorite breakfast he knew something was up, the smile you wore plastered across your face was the last nail in the coffin. cas greeted you with his normal calm demeanor but the moment he saw your face his eyes narrowed slightly

“okay” he said stepping aside to let you in, his perceptive gaze scanning across your face. “what’s going on? i’ve never seen you so cheery at 8:30 am. like.. ever.”

you placed the coffees down, turning around to lug in your guitar case. avoiding his gaze as you sat down in your usual seat by his fireplace “why do you think something’s going on? can’t i just be an early riser? start my day with a smile?”

cas crossed his arms & tilted his head, giving you a look that said, don’t play games with me it’s fucking early. “one, you never. i mean never even crack a smile until at least 10 am. 2 because youve got that look- the one you always get when you’re overthinking”

you sighed, sinking back into the end of the couch “ugh fine. how do you know me so well” you muttered, you hesitate for a moment before you blurt out “dean & i are… together” you whisper

cas blinked, his expression unreadable. oh no you fucked up, he hates you now & probably wants you out- wait is he smiling? “finally”

you stared at him, caught completely off guard. you honestly thought cas might be a tiny bit upset, i mean dean is your dads bestfriend, along with cas’ friend- “wait what do you mean “really?” you’re not surprised?”

cas said your name patiently, taking a seat across from you. “i’ve seen the way he looks at you. honestly, i’m more surprised it took this long”

you felt a blush creeping up your neck, but relief washed over at his acceptance “so… you’re okay with it?”

cas laughs “of course im okay with it goofball” his voice firm as he smiles at you. “you’re my bestfriend, all i want is for you to be happy bug”

he leaned forward slightly, his expression softening “& just so you know, you & me? that’s always gunna be platonic. dean doesn’t need to worry about me. yall are both stuck with me for the long haul now”

his words were reassuring, but you couldn’t help the nervous flutter in your chest. “i’m just scared of how this is all gunna play out”

you admitted “with my dad… & everything ya know?”

cas reached over, giving your shoulder a firm squeeze “youll figure it out bug. you’re stronger than you think. & dean? he ain’t going no where”

————-

as a week passed, you & dean were careful to keep things under wraps. you didn’t tell anyone besides Cas & you were sure that was out of fear he’d disown you as a bestfriend if you kept anything else from him, you were happy. dean was happy. on your lunch breaks dean pulled the impala to the back lot so you could have a private “date”. since no one knew & you lived in such a god awful small town you knew news would travel fast. you just hoped you had enough courage to tell your dad before someone else did.

what you didn’t see while you were laughing at dean, was charlie. charlie & her glowing red hair making her way over to you & dean.

charlie’s grin was practically ear to ear as she approached. “well, well, well. this is interesting”

dean groaned the moment he saw her, straightening up his posture “don’t start, charlie”

“oh but winchester i’m just getting started” she teased, wagging her finger between you & dean. “you & sticks? wow i always knew you had a soft side dean but this? this is fucking adorable. should’ve known that day at the bbq”

“adorable?” dean muttered, glaring at her.

“adorable” she repeated, folding her arms “also, overdue. how long has this been brewing? 5 years? ten?”

you covered your face with your hands, laughing despite yourself. “charlie…”

she turned to you, her grin softening to something warmer. “kidding aside, i’m happy for you sticks. you deserve this”

dean raised an eyebrow “no advice? no lectures?”

“oh i’ve got plenty of advice” charlie shot back “especially some for in the sack, you may need it dean” charlie mutters as she giggles to herself. you stifle a giggle as dean cuts charlie a glare “but you’re too stubborn to listen so ill save my breath”

dean rolled his eyes, but there was a faint blush on his cheeks as he muttered, “thanks i guess”

———

the day of Jo & Colters wedding came & went like a distant memory. you heard about it through bobby, who casually mentioned it while the two of you were stocking shelves in the back right before closing.

“they tied the knot last weekend” bobby said, his tone neutral “saw a picture on facebook”

“good for them” you replied your tone even & calm “surprised you even got one of those old man” you added, teasing him a bit.

but seriously, you meant it. for the first time you didn’t feel that familiar pang of hurt or anger or betrayal. because with dean— knowing he saw you, cared for you, & wanted you— made all the pain of the past seem so small & insignificant.

later, as you sat on deans porch. swinging on his porch swig as you rested your head on his shoulder watching the stars he turned to you, asking you “you okay? about.. uh them”

you smiled, keeping your head on his shoulder as you let out a breath of relief. “yeah i’m okay”

dean kissed the top of your head, his arm slipping around your shoulders “good because they don’t matter. not anymore”

———

it’d been 2 weeks of you & dean being together, sneaking around. you both decided you wouldn’t tell your dad until you hit at least the month mark, you didn’t wanna cause any potential tension that was unwarranted. & hell, if your dad noticed the subtle change between you & dean, he didn’t say anything outright. but you could always feel his watchful gaze, every single time dean was around. his sharp intuition piecing things together bit by bit.

one evening, as the three of you were sitting on your back patio, your dad leaned back in his chair & glanced between you & dean. “you two seem.. closer these days” he said casually, though his eyes were sharp

dean froze mid beer sip, his jaw tightening as he shot you a quick glance.

“we’ve always been close bad.” your replied, your voice steady but your heart racing as if you just ran a marathon naked.

“uh-huh” your dad shot back, his tone unreadable.

dean cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. “you know how it is Jp, we’ve all been through a lot together. she’s like-“ he stopped himself mid sentence, realizing too late that finishing with family wasn’t going to work.

jp raised an eyebrow, his gaze moving between the two of you. “like what dean?”

dean hesitated, his usual quick wit failing him the one time he desperately counted on it. “like… someone i care about” he said finally, the words coming out quieter than usual.

your dad tilted his head, studying dean for a moment longer before his attention shifted to you. oh fuck. “& you sticks? anything you’d like to share with the class?”

your heart pounded in your chest, but you forced yourself to meet his gaze. “no dad uh nothing.. nothings changed. deans just… dean”

Jp didn’t say anything for a long moment, but the weight of his stare was enough to make you feel like he was piecing together a puzzle you hadn’t realized you left unfinished.

“well” he said finally, his tone lighter “just as long as you two don’t kill each other i got enough on my plate without playing referee”

dean let out a soft chuckle, even though it sounded a little forced he added “no worries there jp”

your dad nodded, leaning back in his chair & taking a long drag off his beer. but you could tell, he was anything but done thinking about it

———

after your dad headed inside, you stayed on the porch with dean. the tension between you almost palpable. he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, as he runs a hand through his hair.

“that was close” he muttered.

you sat down beside him, wrapping your hands around your knees. “he’s suspicious.”

dean turned his head to look at you, his expression half amused, half serious. “suspicious? sweetheart, i think that man’s already got us figured out he’s just waiting for one of us to slip up.”

you groaned, burying your face in your hands. “what are we supposed to do winchester?”

dean was quiet for a moment, contemplating his next words but eventually he muttered “we tell him.”

your head snapped up. “what?”

he shrugged, though his jaw was tight. “look, it’s only a matter of time before he puts it together anyways. if he hadn’t already, i mean it’s kinda hard to sneak around when you live here & im here everyday anyways. plus i’m kinda tired of sneaking around, i hate lying to him he’s my bestfriend & i wanna be able to actually go out with you. as much as i love watching movies & eating in, i really wanna be able to take you out. all proper & shit” at this point, dean sucks his breath in realizing he’s been nervously rambling trying to prolong you’re response. god he hopes you’re not pissed-

your stomach churned at the thought, mixing with the butterflies that followed after dean admitted he wanted to do this right. take you on dates. show you off, how was this man so perfect? & that’s why you’re so scared to tell your dad. what if he hates this? what if he disowns you? jesus “dean, if we tell him, he might-“

“be pissed?” dean finished for you. “yeah he might. but id rather deal with that than have him thinking we’re hiding something from him”

you looked away, your thoughts spinning

“what if he doesn’t forgive us?

dean reached over, his hand covering yours. “he will. he’s your dad. he loves you. & he knows i’d never do anything to hurt you. it might take some time, but he’ll come around”

his words steadied you, though the fear was still clawing at you. you nodded slowly “okay well tell him. just.. not tonight”

—————

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[wildgirllz]

request for our little lawboy sam winchester

So, the reader and sam have an age gap i want this to be during s2 so 20 and 23 and reader is utterly and irrevocably in love with him, but unfortunately its all unrequited (its not) She thinks samsnot into her bc he sees her as a kid and when she sees how hes acting around madison (s2 werewolf girl) she gets more upset and goes straight back to wherever theyre staying at and gets a little drunk and shes blasting some taylor swift song like enchanted or something (or you belong with me) and dancing and screaming along to it while crying when dean and sam enter and theyre like dude what even and she gets a bit embarrassed and maybe deans aware of her feelings

No idea how this end so ill leave it up to you and if you want to make changes or add anything cause you think it makes more sense you can and im so sorry this was so specific and long 🫡

TYSM LY

Ofc!! Here you go! (The gif is a distraction)

Sorry it’s short I didn’t know how else to do it 😭

Sam Winchester x Fem!reader

Warnings: a lot of whiskey, alcohol consumption, angst, not a happy ending, depression, bad self image.

You take another shot of whiskey, feeling the burn as it slides down your throat. You've lost track of how many you've had, but at this point, you don't care. All you can think about is Sam, and how much you love him. But you're too scared to tell him, too scared to face the possibility of rejection.

And then there's Madison, the werewolf girl that Sam has been spending so much time with. You've seen the way he looks at her, the way he talks to her. You know that he's interested in her, and it breaks your heart.

You take another swig of whiskey, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes. You don't know what to do, how to make the pain go away. All you can think about is how much you want to be with Sam, and how impossible that seems.

The door opens, but you don't even turn to look. You don't want to face anyone right now, especially not Sam. But then you hear his voice, filled with concern, and you know that you can't ignore him.

"Y/N? What's going on?" Sam's voice is soft, gentle, but it only makes you feel worse. You can't bring yourself to look at him, to see the pity in his eyes.

“God, Y/N. You need to stop drowning yourself in this shit.” He was disappointed. The guilt felt like a hot shower going down your back.

You take another shot of whiskey, hoping that it will numb the pain. But it only makes things worse, the room spinning faster as the alcohol takes hold.

"Y/N, please talk to me," Sam pleads, taking a step closer. "What's wrong?"

You shake your head, the tears flowing freely down your cheeks. You can't tell him the truth, can't bear to face the possibility of rejection. So you just keep drinking, hoping that it will make the pain go away.

He thinks you’re hopeless, dirty, immature. He’s right. You need to get over him.

Dean steps forward, his expression concerned. "Y/N, come on, talk to us. We're here for you."

But you can't bring yourself to say anything, to tell them how you feel. All you can do is cry and drink, lost in the darkness of your own thoughts.

As the night wears on, Sam and Dean had made their way to their beds, giving up at cracking your numb mind.

You become more and more lost in your own pain, the alcohol making it hard to think clearly. You don't remember much after that, just a blur of tears and alcohol and pain.

In the morning, you wake up with a pounding headache and a heavy heart. You know that you'll have to face Sam and Dean, to try and explain what happened. But you also know that nothing will ever be the same again. You'll always love Sam, but he'll never feel the same way about you. And that knowledge is the hardest thing of all.

[angelsdean]

im wondering because ive seen a few posts about cas ghosting dean and the only times i can think of that he does that are season 6 fighting the angel war, season 8 running off with the angel tablet, and season 12 going behind his back to steal the colt. which are all situations where hes doing something dean disapproves of/will try to stop him. idk you can debate whether cas was right but it feels very different from this idea that he never answers dean's calls because he just cant be fucked?

ok a few things:

the post was not about the intentions of either character. it was simply highlighting how dean has been "ghosted" and ignored by people he cares about and left to worry for days / weeks / months, not knowing if they were alive or not and how this is a recurring theme in his life. always left waiting and worried / terrified he'll never see someone again. that's all. no one is saying cas is a horrible, Bad, evil, malicious person for doing this or that he ignored dean for the hell of it. simply that his actions, regardless of his reasons, unknowingly hurt dean in a very specific way that mirror's john's actions, unfortunately.

re: intentions, yes most often cas's reasons for not contacting dean are because he's doing something behind the winchester's backs. most often with good intentions! from his POV he thinks he's doing the right thing. cas always wants to take things on himself, and that's part of his own trauma from being seen a tool for heaven for billions of years. he always wants to "prove" his worth. he always wants to come back with a "win" for the winchesters. but that's not something dean puts on him.

and all of those times you listed are times when dean expressed he wanted to help / work together. when cas was fighting his civil war dean asks cas to come to him if he needs help. dean always wants to help / be in the loop so he can help. that's part of why cas fucking off to do his own thing and not telling dean is often perceived as "ghosting." like, good intentions aside, cas often barrels headlong into things that he Knows might not be the "right" thing. Half the time his decisions backfire too. Like going to crowley / opening purgatory + swallowing the souls. running off with the tablet? cas was the one who decided to go off alone and not trust dean. dean wanted cas to stay with them and figure things out together. the colt? dean wanted them to all work together, cas decided to go on his side quest.

back to intentions again, cas always believes he's acting on good intentions, and well, the same could be said about john? like, from john's POV he thought he was doing the right thing, he thought he was keeping his boys safe by keeping them out of the loop. he ignored them for so long in s1 because he didn't want them getting involved. similar to how cas knew dean and sam wouldn't approve of what he was doing or would want to get involved in something cas believed was his job to solve, john also knew dean and sam would want to get involved in the hunt for azazel so he pushed them away and kept them in the dark. he personally had "good intentions" and his "reasons" for ghosting them, but regardless these actions still hurt them. and then add in all the times john failed to check in when they were kids, dean was constantly worrying john could be dead, as a child and as an adult in s1. and living with that kind of constant fear leaves scars imo which unintentionally get reopen every time someone dean cares about goes ghost for whatever reason.

and well, i'd say it hurts even more when it's cas because sure, john's a piece of shit more often than not, but cas is dean's best friend (and love!) and to be ignored / left in the dark when most often dean just wants to know cas is okay or so they can work together to solve whatever problem is going on? it hurts.

so, yes cas had his reasons and his intentions were often good! no one is saying they weren't. but the lack of communication, the bare minimum of any relationship, still hurts dean.

it's not unreasonable for dean to want his best friend to let him know he's okay / alive periodically, especially when they live in a literal supernatural horror fantasy show where they can get dead at any time. i don't think anyone is really saying cas is just ignoring him for no reason. sure he has his reasons. and regardless the lack of communications still hurts.

but also. the miscommunication is very delicious to me personally as a viewer.

tldr: anyways i don't think cas ghosts dean for no reason. i think he has his reasons. and still ghosts him bc he wants to come back with a win / doesn't want dean to get hurt / or stop him. but the ghosting still causes dean to worry / think he's dead / triggers a deep-seated anxiety and fears he's felt his whole life starting with john etc etc

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

Damage Control - 2x14 Born Under A Bad Sign

Both boys on the floor, one confused and with a fresh burn, the other bleeding and exhausted, it’s triage and clean-up time in the Singer household, and Bobby congratulates himself for re-stocking his first-aid-kit only a few days ago. 

Sam is rubbing his jaw, staring back and forth between Bobby, the burn mark on his forearm and his semi-conscious brother. “Bobby! What the hell happened?!”

Climbing over Sam’s long legs, Bobby grabs Dean by the jacket collar and pulls him into a sitting position. Half-lidded green eyes sluggishly blink at him. Punching his wayward brother must’ve drained the boy’s last bit of energy. With concern, Bobby sees fresh blood darkening Dean’s jacket.

“I’ll explain later. We need to take care of your brother first. Idjit’s been walking around with a gunshot wound.”

“What?” Sam pushes himself up and scrabbles over to Dean. “Who shot him?”

Patting Dean’s cheek to keep him awake, Bobby shrugs. “You did.” 

“What?!” 

The kid’s puppy eyes go round in shock. Sadly, Bobby can’t spare him from the truth. Better rip the band-aid off and get it over with.

“Beat him up pretty badly, too. Possessed or not, you deserved that punch in the face.”

“I beat him- … WHAT?!” 

It’s clearly too much to process for the youngest Winchester right now, and no wonder. It’ll sink in, and they’ll fill him in on the details later, with a bandage on his burn mark and with a stiff drink in his hand that Bobby has a feeling he’ll need himself. For the time being, Dean’s his more immediate worry.

“Wasn’t your fault,” Bobby clarifies quickly. “You had a demon in you. Now help me get your brother on the couch!”

They haul a weakly protesting Dean across the study and onto the worn-out leather sofa. When Bobby props his feet up, Dean rallies and tries to sit.

“Lay off me,” he mumbles. “I’m f—“

“Say ‘I’m fine’ one more time and I’ll clock you myself,” Bobby warns Dean and pushes him back down. “You stay put until I’ve properly fixed that shoulder of yours! And that’s not a discussion!” 

For once, the stubborn idjit complies - or he’s too exhausted to put up much of a fight. No surprise there, considering what the boy’s been through. In any case, his muscles soften under Bobby’s grip, and the little noise of pain he can’t quite bite back signals that surrender may in fact be a good idea. His indignant scowl is watery with pain.

Hovering, Sam is still staring with wide eyes that blow even wider when Bobby tears Dean’s shirt open to reveal saturated bandages and a blood-smeared chest underneath. 

“Bobby!” Sam gasps. “What the fuck-”

“Get the med kit,” Bobby instructs him. He accompanies the gruff order with a reassuring nod. “Don’t worry. I’ve got ‘im.”

Both boys know their way around Bobby’s house, and even worried and confused as Sam is, he returns quickly, already flipping open the big, battered metal box with the red cross painted on it. All too familiar with its contents, he sets it down on the floor and automatically pulls out gauze and disinfectant, handing them to Bobby with shaking hands. 

Bobby has peeled the old bandages away from Dean’s wound and deftly goes to cleaning it, trying to ignore Dean’s sharp hisses of pain. He needs to see what they’re dealing with, and he needs to stop the bleeding. What he finds is a bloody hole in the meaty part of Dean’s left shoulder that should’ve been closed with stitches hours ago, and Sam pressing his thumb into it certainly didn’t help matters. The wound is bleeding freely, its edges looking raised and angry. 

“Oh shit, Dean…!” Sam has sunken to his knees behind Dean’s head, staying out of the way but as close as possible. Both of his hands are on the armrest of the couch, on either side of Dean’s face, twitching to touch him, but not daring to. “I don’t know how I could let this-... I’m so sorry…!” 

Dean grunts as Bobby packs the wound with more gauze. “Wasn’t… ah… wasn’t your fault, Sammy,” he grits through clenched teeth, still bloody from his split lip. “Good thing, too, that … you’re a lousy shot.” 

His chuckle sounds hoarse and shaky, and, Dean’s slick and too-cold skin under his palms, Bobby feels a bitter-sweet stab in his heart. Dean’s such a hard-ass most of the time. And he can hold a grudge like no one. But when it comes to Sam, his capacity for forgiveness is immeasurable. Even injured like this, at the hands of his own brother who almost killed him, Dean has already moved past all that and is trying to cheer Sam up.

“Jesus, Dean!” Incredulous, Sam shakes his shaggy head. “I can’t believe that I did this! I can’t remember a single…”

And then Bobby, keeping pressure on the wound, sees the change in Sam’s face. Confusion morphs into realization, then into wide-eyed shock. Sam remembers. His mouth falls open. Devastation creeps wetly into his hazel eyes. “Oh my God,” he whispers breathlessly. “I shot you! I… I tried to kill you!”

“Not you,” Dean rasps, briefly shutting his eyes against the pain. “Meg did. At least I hope - ah, shit - I hope it was mainly her idea…”

Another attempt at a joke that falls flat. Sam’s face has gone pale, and Bobby sincerely hopes he won’t have another fainter on his hands any moment now.

“He’s right, kid,” he tells Sam with all the conviction he can muster. “That darn demon was behind the wheel. What Meg did was out of your control. Nothin’ you could’ve done to stop her. Hell, maybe it was you who made her miss Dean’s important parts and had her hit his shoulder instead!”

It’s not even a lie. Contrary to Dean’s remark, Sam is a great shot. They both are. John Winchester trained them to be. If Meg had been in full control of Sam’s skillset, that bullet would have hit Dean’s heart, and not his shoulder. And Sam’s strong. The fact that he remembers at least some of what happened is proof that Meg’s hold on him had an Achilles’ heel. And that Achilles’ heel may have been his brother.

“Still,” Sam says, guilt oozing from his every pore. “I can’t believe I almost-” He swallows. “And Jo. She was there, too.” He frowns, trying to piece fractured memories together. “God, I didn’t hurt her, did I?”

“She’s fine,” Dean hurries to say, and now it’s Bobby’s turn to frown. Dean told him the gist of what happened, but he’s still missing details, and Ellen’s daughter seems to be a crucial one.

Bobby cautiously lifts the wad of gauze to check on Dean’s wound. It’s still oozing, but the bleeding has slowed down, at least enough to put in stitches.

“Sam,” he says firmly. “Needle and thread! And grab that bottle of Jack from the desk, will ya?”

Sam snaps out of his guilt-induced daze and rummages through the med kit to retrieve what Bobby needs. The kid’s hands are too shaky to thread the needle, so Bobby has to do it himself. The crap these two boys have been through just keeps piling up, and not for the first time Bobby feels powerless. He can’t protect them. All he can do is patch them up whenever they wind up on his doorstep, bleeding.

“Here, Dean.” Sam presses the bottle of Jack into Dean’s good hand, and his brother gratefully takes several swigs. 

Bobby is glad to see that Dean is holding up remarkably well in spite of the pain and the blood loss. He’s a tough kid; always has been. And from experience Bobby knows that, if Sam is witness to whatever ordeal his older brother is going through, Dean will put on an extra brace face. John would’ve prided himself on Dean’s bravery, but Bobby isn’t so sure. Sometimes, he thinks he can hear Dean’s twenty-seven-year-old bones creak underneath all that bravado he’s flashing around.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he says and takes the bottle from Dean. “Gotta leave some for your brother.” He puts the whiskey away and takes up the needle and thread instead. “You ready?”

Dean’s thick lashes are clumpy with unshed tears, and the blood from his nose is smeared across half of his face by now. The kid looks like he was dipped in war paint. But of course he nods, Winchester steel back in his eyes. “Go ahead.”

Without anyone saying so, Sam slings one arm across Dean’s good shoulder and chest to help him keep still. It’s Sam’s injured arm, but, woven out of the same fabric as Dean, he barely flinches when his burnt skin rubs against the sturdy cotton of Dean’s shirt. Dean doesn’t protest. It’s unusual, but Bobby takes it for what it is: a moment of badly needed reconnection.

Bobby sighs and digs in. 

XXX

Twenty minutes later, his shoulder freshly bandaged and prescription painkillers down his hatch, Dean is already shrugging back into a clean shirt and jacket that Sam’s retrieved for him from the Impala’s trunk. 

“You sure I can’t talk you into a sling? That arm needs restin’.” 

Once more, Bobby proffers the hospital issue sling he’d kept from the last time Dean had dislocated his shoulder. Sometimes he wonders at which point exactly he turned from ‘uncle Bobby’ into ‘nurse Singer’. 

“Nah, I’m fine.” 

Of course he is. 

At least Dean’s sitting down again and accepting the ice bag Bobby hands him. He’s grown an impressive shiner and sighs audibly when the cold touches his swollen face. Next to him, slumped into Bobby’s creaky old desk chair, Sam is gingerly settling his own cold pack on the burn on his arm. 

While Bobby had patched Dean up, Sam had stayed glued to Dean’s side, nervous but fortifying, holding Dean down as much as … well, just holding him through the pain. (Which, of course, none of them would ever admit to.) Dean’s wound had been a mess, requiring deep stitches. That Jo girl was either a butcher or Dean, as usual, had refused proper care in favor of getting to Sam. Of saving Sam. 

Bobby sighs.

When would Dean ever learn to save himself first?

Now that the drama’s over and nobody’s bleeding anymore, both boys seem to have agreed on sitting in awkward, loaded silence. Sam’s cracking the occasional nervous joke, and Dean’s pretending that everything’s fine between them when it clearly isn’t. They’re both still licking wounds, and not just physical ones.

“You sure you want to get back on the road like this?” Bobby asks, his concern not dulled enough by a glass of whiskey. “You could stay the night. Get some rest before you head back out.”

“No, we gotta get going.” Dean lifts the ice off his cheekbone and shifts his jaw, testing it. 

“We’re good, Bobby,” Sam chimes in, not looking the part. 

Bobby considers arguing with them, but he doesn’t. They’re Winchesters. He may as well try to argue with a block of cement. At least he hopes that, when they’re on the road, stuck in that old car for hours on end, they’ll talk to each other. Clear the air for good. Figure out how to deal with whatever they’re hiding from him, judging by those ominous looks they keep exchanging now and then. 

“You two boys are driving me insane,” he grumbles plaintively. “You know that, right?”

They both look at him, battered and bruised, Sam with those darn puppy dog eyes and Dean with a gaze too old for his age. None of them know what to say.

“Aw shucks, forget it.” Bobby waves them off, whiskey sloshing in the glass he’s still holding. “Just stay there for a couple more minutes! I gotta go get something before you leave.”

He puts his glass down and trudges upstairs, to a cabinet in his bedroom. From a locked box inside it, he retrieves two silver amulets, each engraved with a pentagram in a flaming circle. He may not be able to keep the boys here, or to protect them from most of the dangers they’re facing. But at least he can protect them from getting possessed again. 

The amulets cradled in his fist, he trudges back downstairs, steeling himself for once more saying goodbye to his boys, not knowing if he’ll ever see them in one piece again. 

The Damage Control Series - Masterlist

Read the whole series on AO3 here:

[maddiehu7]

Heat of the moment | Dean Winchester |

Chapter 9

"Tyler and Perry just like Aerosmith" mark says sitting on the chair infront of us petting a snake that was wrapped around him, did I mention I'm terrified of snakes

"Yeah, small world so the last time you saw frank o'Brien?" Sam asks wanting to get to the point, I look around completely freaked out with all the freaky animals

"Monday, he was watching me from his window I waved at him but he just closed his curtains" mark says shrugging

"Mm, did you speak to him recently did he seem different scared?" Dean asks

"Oh totally he was freaking out" mark says still petting the snake I start bouncing my knee up and down so stressed out when Dean puts his hand on my knee stopping me he looks at me confused I just look away

"Do you know uh— do you know what scared him?" I stutter out trying to calm down

"Well, yeah, witches" mark says nonchalantly

"Witches....like?" Sam says him and Dean looking at eachother doing that speaking through there eyes thing

"Well "wizards of oz" was on the tv the other night right? And he said that green witch was totally out to get him" Sam and Dean just look at eachother again confused

"Anything else scare him?" Sam asks

"Everything else scared him Al-qaeda, ferrets, artificial sweeteners -" he says but I stop listening hearing hissing from this giant lizard and start thinking what if it got out, what if it ate me, what if it ate Dean or Sam I bite my lip hard frightened thinking of all the possibilities Dean keeps looking over at me questionably sensing I'm not myself but I just ignore him and keep looking around

"She smells fear" at that i look back over at Mike who smells fear I think scared when I hear a hissing behind me and jump up off the couch looking behind me seeing a giant snake I run out of the room out to the car getting in taking a deep breath

"Fuck what's wrong with me" I sigh out trying to calm my racing heart, I jump when I hear Sam and Dean get in they both turn around looking at me incredulously

"Em what the hell was that?" Dean asks

"Sorry....im just really afraid of shakes" I mutter out ashamed I made a scene

"Yeah I got that" Sam laughs turning back around but Dean just keeps looking at me curiously but eventually he turns around starting the car heading to the county clerks office

~~~time skip~~~

"It says here franks wife Jessie was a manic-depressive she went off her meds back in '88 and vanished they found her two weeks later three towns over strung up in her motel room- suicide" Dean says handing Sam some papers I look over Sam shoulder examining them

"Any chance frank helped her along to the other side" I say looking over at Dean

"No. Frank was working the swing shift when she disappeared" Dean says looking back at me I get caught in his eyes for a moment and he starts to smile realizing it I look away blushing lightly

"Airtight alibi" Sam says ignoring us use to our relationship at this point, Dean starts the car driving off

"How was franks pad" Dean asks Sam

"Clean searched it too to bottom no emf, no hex bags, no sulfur" Sam says

"So probably no ghosts, no witches, no demons 3 down and 97 to go" I say siting back in my seat sighing

"Yeah" Sam sighs to, when the emf machine starts to go crazy Sam and Dean look confused as Sam pulls it out of his pocket

"What the hell" Dean says bewildered looking at the machine Sam points it towards me and it starts beeping when he pulls it away it stops

"Am I haunted?!" I say looking at them scared Sam looks at me with a face of realization deans a little slower but he soon realizes to slamming his hand against the wheel

"Shit" he sighs out

~~~the next day~~~

I'm in the car with Dean Sam going to call Bobby and get food, I'm flipping through the radio when I hear "one of the girls" by the weekend and smile blasting the volume I start singing along moving my hips to the beat I look over at Dean and he's looking at my hips open mouthed my smile turns into a smirk I lower the volume a little

"You got something right here Dean" I point towards my mouth laughing

"Huh what.. oh shut up" Dean stutters looking away embarrassed he was caught I just smile when I feel a burn at my arm I itch it when I feel my skin already irritated I look down to see three deep burn scratches on my arm

"What the hell?!" I say Dean looks over when he sees them he grabs arm concerned, we hear a bang on the car and look to see Sam out the window we both get out of the car

"Dude look at this" Dean holds my arm out for Sam to see he looks at it also concerned I start to get nervous pulling my arm back going to scratch it when Dean slaps my hand away

"No" Dean points his finger at me I pout

"I just talked to Bobby" Sam interrupts

"And?" Dean says frustrated

"Um well your not gonna like it" Sam says looking at me

"What?" I question nervously

"It's ghost sickness" Sam says looking at me and Dean

"Ghost sickness" Dean says gritting his teeth

"Yeah" Sam replies looking upset

"God no" Dean says leaning back on baby

"I don't even know what that is" I say confused

"Ok so some cultures believe that certain spirits can infect the living with a disease which is why they stopped displaying bodies in houses and started taking them off to funeral homes" Sam trails on

"Ok get to the good stuff" I say impatiently Dean also looks curious

"Symptoms are you get anxious and scared then really scared then your heart gives out, sound familiar?" Sam questions

"Yeah but Sam we haven't seen a ghost in weeks" Dean says I can tell he's scared for me

"Well I doubt she caught it from a ghost, look once a spirit infects that first person ghost sickness can spread like any sickness through a cough, a handshake, whatever it's like the flu, now frank o'Bren was the first to die which means he was probably the first infected, patient zero" Sam finishes Dean runs his hands through his hair

"Our very own outbreak monkey" I say with fake enthusiasm

"Right get this frank was in maumee over the weekend softball tournament which is where he must've infected the other two victims" Sam says putting the pieces together

"Were they gamecocks?" Dean asks

"Cornjerkers"

"So ghost infected frank, he passed it onto the other guys and I got it from his corpse?" I say my heart beating fast out of what I now know is this ghost sickness

"So now what I have 48 hours before I go insane and my heart stops" I say to Sam

"More like 24" he looks at me awkwardly

"Super" I say sarcastically

"Yeah" Sam says looking at Dean who looks extremely pissed

"Why you and not me" he says angrily

"Yeah see Bobby and I have a theory about that to turns out all three victims shared a certain personality type frank was a bully, the other two victims- one was a vice principal the other was a bouncer" Sam says looking at Dean doing the talking through eyes thing again

"Ok?" I say confused

"Basically they were all...temperamental, sarcastic you know" Sam says looking down shyly

"So you're saying I'm an asshole?" I say a little angrily

"Hey if anyone's a asshole it's me so that doesn't explain anything" Dean looks at me reassuringly I smile rolling my eyes

"No no it's not just that all three victims used fear as a weapon and now this disease is returning the favor" Sam makes sure to clarify

"I don't scare people" I say confused

"I was just a little scared" Sam says quietly to which I roll my eyes

"Listen all we do is scare people" Dean says putting his hand on my arm squeezing it

"Ok well then you guys are assholes to" I say defensively but relaxing a little under deans touch

"Apparently we're not" Sam says smirking a little

"Whatever! How do we stop it" I say annoyed at his smug smile

"We gank the ghost that started all this we do that the disease should clear up" Sam says

"You thinking franks wife?" Dean says eager to get me cured

"Who knows why she killed herself, you know" Sam shrugs Dean inhales sharply know seeming more nervous and scared then me I reach out and grab his hand squeezing it trying to calm him like he did me he looks down at out intertwined hands smiling a little

"Hey what are you guys doing waiting out here anyway?" Sam questions Dean looks at me expectantly

"We'll...our rooms on the fourth floor....its - it's high" I say ashamed Sam just laughs rolling his eyes which makes me flip him off smiling sarcastically Dean smiling watching us

"I'll see if I can move us down to the first floor" Dean says bringing my hand up to his lips kissing it before letting go heading inside the motel lobby I smile looking down at my hand

( to be continued ) hope you enjoyed!

[danieldreamwalking]

Introduction, DR list and DR Masterlist

I know this blog has been running a while, but as a formal introduction; Hi, I'm Danny. I've been a reality shifter for about 3 and half years now.

BEFORE I GET INTO ANYTHING ELSE!!!

I am a minor, and therefore rely financially on my guardians. Even after that, I make very little money for myself mainly around February time. So I would like to say that as much as I want to, I am physically unable to donate to any campaigns!! The most I am able to do would be make a post to try and gain attention for certain please and such. Despite my age, I am still not even meant to be on social media while living with my parents.

Im sorry but I cannot donate so please don't tell me I'm ignoring your plea 🙏

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My oldest DR would be, of course the classic Hogwarts DR.

My main DR (as of now) would be my Mcu and Kaos DRs.

My newest, (as of now) is my Kaos DR and Gilmore Girls DR

I am Norse Pagan, so expect a few references to that and I also write and create art from time to time. In fact, my art blog is @thegodlyr

My favourite shows would be WandaVision, The Witcher, Supernatural, Ghost Whisperer, Criminal Minds, Law and Order, Not Dead Yet and Kaos. My favourite films/movies are any Lilo and Stitch, Iron Man 2, Death becomes her and Jennifer's body.

Favourite characters include but not limited to, Any Idris Elba character, Loki, Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier, Stitch, Melinda Gordon, Dean Winchester, Batman, Poison Ivy, Tony Stark, Regina Gerorge, Jennifer Check, Spencer Reid, Elle Greenaway, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgn, Jennifer Jereau, David Rossi, Emily Prentiss and Penelop Garcia. And gideon ig /j love him:) Dionysus (Kaos).

This will include my list of DR's and links to posts abt them, if any

Better + Future DR/French Bakery

BG3 DR (in the works)

Carmilla (novella) DR

Criminal Minds DR

Popular qoutes/scenes as moments from my Criminal Minds DR #1

Good Omens DR

Hogwarts DR

House of The Dragon DR

Jujutsu Kaisen DR

Kaos DR

Lucifer DR (the show)

MCU DR

Answer as your DR self pt.1 My aesthetic #1

Supernatural DR

DR me introduction

The Umbrella Academy DR

The Witcher DR

NOTICE BOARD

~ Nothing as of now ~

[miiilowo]

i have been ""poisoned by social media activism"" because im using my platform to boost posts about a literal genocide? come fucking on man. sorry, but i do have the ability to do both watch the news and read articles while also boosting posts for people who spend all their time on tumblr and Dont read the news and may not have the chance to. And like, idk about you but every news channel and article i see is written by zionists and is from the israeli point of view. so i never get to see what is truly happening in gaza, and thats why tumblr and instagram posts are so important. and most posts about palestine are backed up by articles and firsthand evidence, which you'd know if you didnt have so many tags blocked. i mean, i dont spend all of my time on tumblr either. but i post about palestine when i get the chance. this is not something that you can take the stance of "im too busy to post about this" because you post about your favourite medias and random shit all the fucking time. if you have time to post about dean winchester you have time to post about the forced extinction of the people of palestine. you have 10K followers, man. the people of palestine have Asked Us, the people of the world, to share and spread as much as you can. the news does not cover palestine as much as it did anymore, my local radio station went from talking to the situation to completely stopping coverage of it recently. its extremely hard for me to find articles about gaza that arent written from a zionist point of view nowadays. once the media stops covering this genocide, the people of the world are the only hope that gaza has. and this is why i spread posts about gaza, even to my follower base of about 100 people. and you blocking tags because ""you know how to get news about the situation bettwr than the people on tumblr, the illiterate tumblr users who Never check sources and must Never read news articles and their brains are So poisoned by social media activism" as if we arent doing this because the palestinian people have called for our action directly

anon, i appreciate that youre being...slightly. kinder. in this one. i dont disagree with you wholly, but i don't think we're going to see eye to on this, and that's fine. doesnt mean you're a bad person, doesn't mean that i'm one either. you, however, are misunderstanding me, and also repeatedly refusing to acknowledge the fact that i do post about this issue. it may not be the focus of my blog, but i do post about it. i acknowledged in one of my earlier responses that i reblog the ones i see that have sources attached, which you are also conveniently ignoring in this one

i understand that posting about it is important, i do it when i can, but i also dont want to spread misinformation, and i literally do not have the resources to fact check this kinda shit a large portion of the time. My internet connection is so dogshit i can't load a webpage 80% of the time. right now is an exception. i live in an rv with 12 cats and i barely have enough money to get to school and back, let alone pay for high speed internet access, so thats a roadblock. i am not an activist. you are clearly more of an activist than i am, and youre focusing on it more. thats great ! we are not the same person.

spreading reliable information that i can actually trust is important to me, because i care about this issue, more than you likely realize.

i wasnt saying that people on tumblr never factcheck, but i dont have a way to confirm that they did at a cursory glance for half of this shit, and im not going to automatically assume that every single post about palestine was fact checked and refined. i am well aware that palestinian people want people to talk about it on social media. i do post about it. i understand your irritation but the shit youre accusing me of here is being blown out of proportion and i frankly dont want to try and argue with you anymore because i don't think this either of us are going to "win" and its just gonna drain both of us further. i put more effort into reblogging what i determine to be reliable information, you fuck off, stop assuming shit and we both agree to disagree. hows that sound

edit- moved my tags into the main post:

im not gonna pretend im an expert on the issue either. i dont want to reblog something and have it actually be damaging toward palestine because it flies over my head. its very possible that i could fuck up. and id much rather reblog information about whats happening that i KNOW is true, that ive personally looked into, rather than reblog something damaging because i dont fully understand it. i am just a guy. im going to make mistakes. im trying to avoid that. like you said, i have 10k followers.