#boyfriend!dean winchester

[ghostlyfleur]

The urge to take Dean Winchester’s face in my hands and give him a kiss on the forehead is just ☹️☹️☹️.

requested by @faerieroyal at my old blog

he’d blush, dolly. blush!!!!!

dean winchester is nothing if not marshmallow fluff for his s/o. tried to put on his macho face, but you disarm him completely. i am a full believer that dean grumbles when he asks for cuddles like you’re actually annoying him, “you gonna lay with me already or not?” with this grumpy face, deep voice scratching his throat, rolling his eyes as soon as you snuggle up to him as if he’s not pulling you even closer.

your winchester boy loves cuddles, but he’ll pretend it’s the greatest chore of his life— don’t you dare pull away, though. he will throw a fit, “hey! the hell are you goin’?”

[castiels-undercoat]

Hey guys quick question but what the fuck was this?

Like if they werent a couple??? Then?? What?the fuck? WAS THIS??? And while im on the topic, why the fuck was this?

[undercovercannibal]

SUPERNATURAL 6.03 ⛥ The Third Man 13.02 ⛥ The Rising Son

[emo-protagonist]

DESTIEL HAS 105322 FICS ON AO3 HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT THE HELL HOW????

[bloodydeanwinchester]

DESTIEL IN EVERY EPISODE → 7x05 shut up, dr. phil

there's always something eating at me. that's who i am. something happens, i feel responsible, all right?

[naturalsuper]

older perv brother dean and his little baby brother goodboy sam

[drulalovescas]

Dean Winchester literally put a cowboy hat on an angel of the Lord. No other human could pull that off

Oh, and the king of Hell too

SCREAMING

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 5; Cursed or not

[hanaridulsetcheese]

dancing with dean

You walk out into the main room of the bunker after taking a steaming hot shower, hair was slightly damp and you were in a tank top and shorts, the usual get up.

You were on your way to the kitchen to get something to drink when you pass Dean in the main room.

"Hey, you're up late. " Dean follows you and sits at the kitchen table as you opened up the fridge to get water.

"Just took an everything shower, I need some hydration. "

Dean watches, his eyes roaming over your body in your tank top and shorts. He can't help but let his gaze linger on your curves before quickly looking away, clearing his throat as he tries to maintain a casual demeanor.

"Water, huh? Not exactly the typical drink around here. " he teased lightly, his lips curving into a small smirk. You chuckle at take a seat opposite him.

"So an 'everything shower'? Sounds like you scrubbed yourself from head to toe," he teased, his eyes still lingering on you for a moment before he looked away.

"That's basically what it is. I'm as fresh as a daisy now. " you nod.

"Fresh as a daisy, huh?" he repeated, a small smile playing on his lips. "But what exactly makes that different from a regular shower. "

"You don't know what an everything shower is? " you fake offence. "It's something every girl does at least once every two weeks. Extensive hair care, body washes, personally this is the time I get to use my expensive washes, a little luxury I get to have after all the hunting. "

He raised an eyebrow, a look of mock surprise on his face. "Sounds like a pain in the ass if you ask me. " he teased, taking a swig of his beer. "Seems like a hell of a lot of work just to get clean," he continued, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "But hey, I get it. You girls need your little luxuries.

"I'm so clean, I smell like a cupcake, smell. " you lean across the table to let Dean smell you.

He lets out a hearty laugh, his green eyes glinting in the dim light from the moon. The scent of your freshly washed skin filling his lungs as you leaned across the table. His eyes met yours, lingering for a moment, "You really do smell good," he admitted, a genuine smile on his face. "Like a damn cupcake."

"Vanilla body wash and perfume. " you give him a proud nod. He laughs at your antics and opens up your water bottle without having to ask. It's a common thing amongst you two for him to do things like this unconsciously.

It was instinct for him, opening the bottle for you. He didn't even realize he did it half the time, it had become so second nature. But he liked doing it, making things just a little bit easier for you.

"I like it," he replied with a smile, watching as you take a sip of water.

"So, aside from smelling like a damn cupcake, what else does this 'everything shower' involve?" he teased, taking a swig of his beer.

"Depends on the person to be honest. It's just a way to relax and wash away the bad stuff from the week or whatever. It's therapeutic. "

He nods in understanding, a thoughtful look on his face. "Sounds like something Sammy would do, not me," he commented with a small chuckle but secretly he thought it sounded kind of nice. Being able to wash away the stress and tension of hunting sounded heavenly. But he'd never admit that, of course.

"Maybe I should give it a try sometime," he teased. "But don't expect me to smell like a cupcake afterwards. I've got my own unique scent. "

"Oh definitely. You would smell more like a pie. "

He chuckled at your response, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'd smell damn delicious. "

You chuckled and rolled your eyes at his teasing before you both fall into a comfortable silence. The hum of the refrigerator make you slowly hum along. Before you knew it you were humming 'Can't help falling in love' by Elvis Presley and Dean immediately a recognises it.

His heart skipped a beat as he looked up, his gaze immediately locking onto yours. He tried to keep his cool, but he couldn't help the way his heart thundered in his chest. "Elvis, huh?" he said casually, trying to keep his voice steady. "You know I love this song."

"I didn't even realise I was humming it. " you say shyly before getting an idea. "Stand up. "

His eyebrows raised in surprise at your sudden command. "Stand up? " he asked with a hint of amusement, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips but he obediently stood up, curious to see what you had in mind.

Taking the beer from his hand and setting it on the table you grab both his hands in yours. "We're going to dance. " you say, grinning up at him. You place one of his hands on your waist and intertwine your other hands.

"Dance? Me?" he teased, his voice filled with disbelief but as your slender fingers intertwined with his own, and he felt the warmth of your waist beneath his palm he agreed. "You know I can't dance," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "I'll probably step on your feet."

"Then you'll just have to trust that I'm a enough good dancer for the both of us or that I'm way worse than you. " you giggle taking a step back and Dean follows.

The movements were slow at first so they both of you get the hang of it. Dean lets out a quiet chuckle but concentrates on not stepping on your feat. Soon you get comfortable and dance around the kitchen slowly to non-existant music.

Dean followed your lead, his movements still a little clumsy at first but slowly, as you swayed together, his steps became more confident.

He could feel your body moving in sync with his, the warmth of your skin sending a thrill through him. He tried to keep his focus on not stepping on your feet, but the feel of you in his arms made it difficult to concentrate.

"You're a good enough dancer for the both of us, it seems," he murmured, a hint of playfulness in his voice.

"I supposed so. " you allow your head to rest on his shoulder, Dean places a gentle kiss atop your head before resting his own head on yours.

He held you tighter as you continued to sway together. It almost felt natural, dancing with you like this. A sense of peace washed over him, something he hadn't felt in a long while.

"Wise men say, only fools rush in... " you begin to sing and Dean follows along in his own unique and husky voice.

"But I can't help falling in love with you," he continued, his tone low and gravelly.

He pulled you even closer, his calloused hands now gently tracing small circles on your lower back. The sound of your voices intertwined in song filled the air, the lyrics echoing around the quiet kitchen.

That night, you and Dean spent dancing around the kitchen. The chaos of the world silenced for a moment leaving just the two of you alone. The moonlight streamed in like a spotlight for you, the refrigerator hummed giving you music. Your voice and his became one just as your hearts had done.

Every now and then, he would place a soft kiss on the top of your head, as if to remind himself that this moment was real.

[fatallyaddictedtofiction]

First time Dean died for a while:

Sam went to extreme lengths to get him back only for an angel to do it then dean and said angel became boyfriends

Second time Dean died for a while:

Sam didn't try to bring him back but dean still came back also with a vampire boyfriend this time

Third time Dean died for a while:

Sam didn't try to being him back because he assumed he'd get back by himself with another random boyfriend he picked up along the way.

Sam held this belief until he himself died.

[oh-sweet-mama]

LONGER HAIR YOUNG JENSEN ACKLES IN A HOODIE WITH THE SLEEVES ROLLED UP OMLLL

[ghostlyfleur]

OKAY I HAD A THOUGHT: Deany-boy not knowing his S/O has a really amazing singing voice, until one day he walks in when they don’t know he’s there and hears them?? I just think it’d be really cute. ☺️☺️

requested by @faerieroyal at my old blog

oh. i like the way you think!

maybe you’re re-organizing the bookshelves, sam’s new and improved organization systems something you’ve long stopped trying to understand, and you think you’re alone at the library, re-shelving huge encyclopedias.

dean stops short at the entrance to the war room, mesmerized by your mindless singing so much so he briefly wonders if you’re actually a siren and didn’t disclose that information in the years you’ve lived with the boys. you’re singing “my jolly sailor bold” from pirates of the caribbean, so in his mind it’d make sense.

you choke on your own voice once you spot him listening.

“now, don’t stop on my account, sweetheart” you feel like you’re choking “think you’d make an extra deadly siren, i can barely breathe right now.”

dean then jokes about how he’d let you manipulate him all you want and you start giggling, his smile widening on his face, completely enamored with his girl.

[only-luce-the-goose]

Need some help?

A/N: first Dean fic!!

Synopsis: It’s your first time sleeping in Deans bed, you find out that morning wood does exist and are more than happy to help.

Warnings: Smut, morning wood, p in v (always wrap!)

You and Dean had fucked many times, but you never ended up falling asleep in the same bed, until last night that is. Last night was the first time that Dean refused to let you go, insisting you stay in his bed and really, who could resist him? Certainly not you.

You’d heard about morning wood, but you didn’t really know if it was a ‘thing’ or not. That was, until you woke up the next morning and felt Dean’s rock solid dick pressing into your ass. You looked over your shoulder to see Dean still asleep, confirming your suspicions on morning wood.

You decided you were going to be nice and help him out a little. You managed to kick off your underwear and roll him onto his back without waking him. You gently pulled his boxers down to his thighs, gently running your hand over his length. You lifted yourself above him and sank down, slowly working yourself to take him fully. He certainly had nothing to compensate for.

You slowly began rocking your hips, getting used to the sheer size of him. You lifted yourself up, and sunk yourself down, still not tying to wake him up. He grunted in his sleep, bucking his hips up. You kept going, bouncing up and down while Deans grunts turned into moans, which turned into a gasp when his eyes flew open.

“Morning handsome” you said as you slowed down, settling for grinding your hips against his while he registered what was happening. “Hey gorgeous, whaddya doin’?” His hands gripped your hips, shallowly thrusting up when you replied, “I thought I would help you out with your not so little problem.” Dean chuckled darkly “always such a good girl, aren’t you princess” you whimpered as the dirty words began to pour out of his mouth. He turned you over, so your back was against the mattress and started pounding the life outta you.

You never knew anyone could have this much energy in the morning. “De-Dean m’close” you whispered, too overtaken with please to say anything else. Dean lifted your left leg onto his shoulder, plunging deeper than you thought possible, “Let go princess, I got you” he coaxed. You dragged your nails up his back, gripping tightly at the roots of his hair as you opened your mouth in a silent scream.

Dean kept pumping in and out of you, helping you ride out your high. “Ah ah sensitive!” You gasped, Dean kept going, harder and faster. “I’m so fucking close baby, so close” he grunted. He let out a deep moan as he came, filling up your velvet walls. His orgasm was enough to bring on a second one for you, you arched your back as you screamed his name.

Dean gently pulled out, collapsing next to you. Bringing you in to his chest, “That was one hell of a wake up call babygirl” he said as he kissed your forehead. You chuckled as you leaned up to kiss his lips “you’re welcome”

A/N: Requests are open! 🫶🏻

[sky-is-the-limit]

Most shows naturally start at season 1, can't believe Supernatural went against the odds and started at season 4.

[dangeles]

Happy PRIDE month! '23

dont mind me, just making my favourite dark-haired, high cheekboned, eccentric gay boys and their blond, riddled with hero complex, bisexual boyfriends do some well-deserved smooching because I'm still mentally ill about them<3

happy pride to everyone! <3 <3

[drulalovescas]

Dean Winchester had impeccable taste

I mean