#ch: Dean Winchester

[princessmadelines]

LIKE A BAD DOG

dean winchester x dog motif, or : i am not a violent dog, i don’t know why i bite. you taught the dog to bite, you’re the one to blame. you’re an angel, i’m a dog. i love you like a dog (drooling and panting and messy). i’ll wait for you forever just like a dog. (begging for scraps of your love).

[ id: a digital collage with a dark background with a picture of fangs and a picture of dean in the middle. various pictures of dogs baring their teeth and one of two fingers in a mouth. in big ransom letters there’s written: i’m not a violent dog, i don’t know why i bite. ]

[thebeautyofspnanime]

1x02 roadkill

[robertsbarbie]

still have bad dreams about you ✨

[phantomofagoodtime]

Continued from X

@qu-tipie

Dean looked at her for a moment, letting out a laugh he shook his head at the almost comedic reply she had given him. "heh, you hang around a lot of guppies in your past time, huh?" Dean replied, as he finished cleaning the blades they used on hunts.

[mxrvelouscreations]

19 mm*** / dean @ matthias

Mathias wasn't sure he had ever been kissed like this before, or at least not by Dean. The way he grabbed him, held his face as he kissed him. It felt passionate, loving almost, greedy. Like he wanted something. Kissing him back with the same passion, he then pulled away a moment later, smiling to himself. "You need something handsome? Or was that just a hello?"

@voluntadfuerte

[phantomofagoodtime]

Dean listened to Carter for a moment, he was definitely right on that front. It would be wise to do this with no witnesses if possible, people only complicated things. "Alleyway." Dean replied, watching as the suspect was conversing with a woman, getting her attention would only complicate this further. The man was taking her with him to out the back, shit, using someone has human armour was low.

@phantomofagoodtime

From: "I read ‘pie’. The rest is just blah, blah, blah."

Carter chuckled, leaning against the counter. 'I mean there is pie, but that isn't the only reason we are here.' He rested his hand on Dean's shoulder. 'We're working. We finish our job. Then we can have pie.'

[princessmadelines]

DEAN WINCHESTER

(an old ass 'aesthetic' of dean i made in 2017. enjoy)

[thebeautyofspnanime]

1x18 crossroad

[phantomofagoodtime]

Continued from X

@qu-tipie

Her unamused expression threw Dean a little but he tried to remain focused, if he was being completely honest approaching women in a completely sober none steamy hot, close proximity kind of way was definitely not Deans forte. Good looks only got you so far with smart ones, and with Harley well, it barely got you past the front door.

Dean had hoped his visits, give it weekly or more depending on where his next job was located, that had given him a few stars on his chart to the blonde waitresses heart or other things. If Dean was being REALLY honest he wasn’t sure why he was so hooked in the first place, and he wasn’t about to psychoanalysis it any time soon either.

“I-the coffee is fine, coffee is a good amount.” He pulled the mug towards him as if to prove it was alright. What a tool. Clearing his throat he tried once more, “-I was wondering actually, if you’d be interested in a little joy ride after your shift? - in the impala…with me, obviously.” If he could smack himself, he would.

[souporsaladnatural]

Hahah aha ha u ever think about how in season 6 there are so many people lying to dean, and cas is the only one he doesnt call out on it. You ever think about how despite how strong family and blood has been to dean in the show, he immediately realizes somethings wrong with sam and distrusts his grandfather. But not cas. Even when told directly by bobby and sam that cas is being suspicious he just. completely denies it. Even though cas' relationship with them has been tense all season. Even though dean can tell that cas has changed. He betrays his own instincts because he simply cannot accept the idea of cas betraying them (him). Two family members have already lied to him this season, but it couldnt be cas. It could never be cas. Ya ever think about that

[theoldwest]

⛧ CHANGING. ⛧

chapter two: Bad Company ✩˗ˏˋ 18+ˎˊ-✩

An OC story set in the Supernatural universe.

Contains Mentions Of: drugs & alcohol, sex & violence, and the further consequences of growing up a monster hunter.

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Babe watched her parents get turned into werewolves when she was 10, and she was never able to be the same after. Hunting became her life, dropping out of school and running from foster homes to learn absolutely everything she could to track down her parents. At 16, she finally tracks them down and puts them out of their misery, mourning for weeks before suddenly deciding to pick right back up where she left off, vowing to only stop when she’s dead.

It’s only years later when she meets Bobby Singer. He takes her under his wing immediately, giving her an upstairs bedroom to crash in and introducing her to the Winchesters, hoping to break the hermit out of her shell just a little, but nobody really expected her to take it literally.

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Babe groggily thumps down the stairs, wiping a calloused hand over her eye to clear the sleep from it. She’s missing half of her acrylic nails, her curls have fused into the shape of the bun she’s wearing, and she reeks. Like… badly.

“Uh… hey, Bobby.” She murmurs as she steps into the living room, voice scratchy.

“Well, look who it is.” He looks up from his book at her, doing his best to ignore the level of dishevelment she’s in.

“…How long was I out?” She asks, taking a moment to actually look around. She was half drunk and miserable the last time she was downstairs.

“Uh, around two days.” Bobby nods. “I tried to wake you up every once in a while so I could work on that gash—”

She only then remembers, feeling over her face again and realizing it doesn’t hurt. Well, at least, not as much as it did before.

“—But kid, you were… out. Thought you were a doornail a few times. So I just did what I could.”

Babe nods, blinking down at Bobby. “Um, that— that’s… thank you.” Genuine kindness clearly isn’t something this girl is used to.

“Don’t mention it, kid. Now— I have a few ground rules to set if you’re gonna stay here.” He begins, standing from his desk and crossing his arms.

Babe blinks again. Stay? For even longer? She had figured she’d be out on her own again by tonight. She decides to stay silent, though, allowing Bobby to continue.

“—I have zero tolerance for stealing. It may look a goddamn mess in here, but if I go looking for something and can’t find it— so help me god…”

Babe nods quickly, understanding. She’s been stolen from before.

“If you need something— tell me. Or ask one of the boys, when you meet ‘em. You ain’t on your own anymore, so don’t act like it.”

She nods again, finding herself almost enjoying the dose of tough love. “…I hear you.”

“Good. I go and do supply runs every other Wednesday. I, uh— know what my wife used to get, so. I’ll get you those things, and then next…. shipment… you can let me know. Or... yeah.”

Bobby’s trying to do the usual ‘Winchester routine’ with her and finds himself feeling out of place and awkward when big brown eyes are looking back at him instead of hazel or green. Things feel different when you’re not parenting out of spite, I suppose.

“…Thank you.” She responds, nodding.

“No smoking in the house, no sneaking folks in, and no summoning anything.”

Babe chuckles quietly, nodding again.

“And… You need a real break, kid. Take one ‘fore you get yourself killed.”

Babe blinks again before simply walking around the desk and wrapping Bobby in a hug, doing her best to keep from crying.

He returns the affection, wincing at the way he can feel her ribs through her shirt.

“… And take a shower, while you’re at it, for christ’s sake.”

———

Babe’s been living with Bobby for four years at this point; the two in a perfectly weird, effortlessly symbiotic relationship— Like father and daughter as well as twin siblings.

“Babe! Socket wrench!” He calls up from the basement.

“Fifth drawer of the toolbox that’s on the work table in the corner! Do I need to get you a live-in nurse or something, Singer? Send you to a home?” She responds, chuckling, halfway through a cobbler recipe someone had tucked in the back of cabinet years ago.

“The hell you think you’re here for, kid?”

They work well together— Babe covering the phones and tidying a little when Bobby’s out— Bobby picking up the slack whenever Babe leaves. It’s a natural partnership, and it’s only gotten better as Babe continues to stay with him—So when she seems averse to meeting the Winchesters, especially after all these years, Bobby’s more than a little confused.

“…Well, Babe, they’re good people. Hell, I raised ‘em myself. Forgive me, but I just don’t see what the problem here is.”

“Bobby, Bobby—I know. I know they’re good. I just— I’m not… friendly, Bobby. I don’t work well with other hunters.”

“Bullshit. We work together fine!” He points out.

“It’s— ugh, it’s different when it’s with you! You’re, like, my dad. Other hunters? It’s like…“ She huffs, gesticulating to try and find the right word.

“—I dunno, I just find myself bumping heads with people more often than not.”

“Listen. These boys—“ He pauses, about to sing their praises, but remembering that they’re just about as hardheaded as Babe is. “—Aren’t perfect either. But they’re good. Smart as all hell, too. And Dean’s damn near a better shot than I am.”

There’s a weird, bitter taste in Bobby’s mouth for a few seconds as he says these things. He guesses it’s because remembers saying them to someone else.

Babe nods. “I get it. I’m just… I dunno. Scared, or something. You know I’m not a— a social butterfly or anything.”

Bobby nods back. “That’s okay. They aren’t either. It’s… kinda why I’m finally introducing you to ‘em. You know huntin’ on your own ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

She nods again at that, expression beginning to soften. Hunting by yourself for over a decade does start to get old.

“Plus, they’ve sorta been asking about you.”

“…Really?”

Bobby grins. “Sam… kept smelling Lysol. And Dean kept asking about your boots by the door. I had to let the cat out of the bag at some point.”

She snorts, shaking her head. “I told you, the Lysol— it makes a difference!”

“Yeah, well, shut up.” He grins again, shaking his head right back.

“They’ll be here tomorrow. That enough time for you to get that stick out from wherever you’re keepin’ it?”

Babe rolls her eyes at him, smile breaking across her face. “Yes, Bobby.”

“Good. Now— uh… just a little— forewarning about Dean—“

———

“…And you must be Babe.” Dean grins at her, hand extended.

Sam and Bobby are already exchanging looks of mild annoyance.

“You’re Dean. I’ve heard about you.” She answers almost flatly, shaking his hand.

“Oh, you have?”

“Mhm. Bobby told me a lot.”

Dean looks over at Bobby, who’s donning a giant shit-eating grin.

“…Oh. Heh.” He lets go of her hand awkwardly. Thanks, Bobby.

Sam just grins happily at Dean’s discomfort and introduces himself. Babe matches his expression.

The hunters all settle into the house after a while, just drinking beers and watching movies. The Winchesters are coming back from a long hunt, so they take turns using up Bobby’s hot water and raiding his fridge. Babe watches Bobby watch them in mild amusement.

“You two idjits can never leave my groceries alone, can you?”

“Nope! Hey, when’d you start buying frozen chicken nuggets?” Dean asks, looking at Bobby over his shoulder. Sam would also like to know, so he looks up from his laptop.

“Ask that one.” Bobby answers, pointing at Babe with the end of his beer bottle.

Babe turns a little pink with all eyes suddenly on her. “They’re good, okay? Sue me.”

Sammy laughs and Dean crosses the kitchen to give her a high five before warming some up for himself.

Bobby can’t fight the way he smiles into his beer.

Dean sits next to Babe at the kitchen table once his dinner is done, squeezing an absolutely unnecessary amount of ketchup onto his plate before pushing it between the two of them in silent offering.

“…You ever try the dinosaur ones?” Dean asks her, dunking a nugget before tossing it into his mouth.

“Yeah. I, uh, usually get those, but they… were out this time.” She answers, silently judging the amount of ketchup.

Dean notices. She wears her feelings on her face. “What? Not enough for you?”

She raises an eyebrow. “You really like ketchup, huh?”

He gives her an amused look. “Hey, lady, don’t patronize me. I gotta get the veggies in somehow.”

Babe chuckles and shakes her head. “Oh, okay.”

Dean grins and eats another one.

“So— if you don’t mind me asking—how’d you end up with our old man?” He hums.

“I know the cliffnotes, but… yeah.”

Babe clears her throat and shakes her head again, eyebrows furrowed. “He… uh, caught me mid-revenge mission. You know how it goes.”

He looks over her face and nods, half a million questions springing to mind. He opens his mouth before closing it quickly— that’s another conversation for another time, he decides.

“But— I was real torn up. Like— face busted open and everything. Werewolves.” She hums.

“…Bobby fed me, set me up upstairs, and… yeah. Almost 5 years later, here I am.”

Dean smiles a little. “Can’t believe you’ve been avoiding my brother and I for that long, Babe.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes, but Dean swears he can see her crack a smile as she stands, stealing a nugget from his plate as she goes.

The night continues with light festivities, celebrating the mere fact that everyone came out alive from these intense past few months. The Winchesters ask Babe questions, and she grits her teeth, but answers each one truthfully, with only a sprinkle of sarcasm. Bobby’s proud of her. Of all of them, really.

Soon, the night comes to an end, Bobby kissing the tops of his kids’ heads before he heads to bed. Babe stays for maybe 10 more minutes before awkwardly retiring to her room.

“So… you and Babe?” Sam hums as Dean turns off the remaining lights downstairs, locking the front door.

“… God. Shut up, Sammy.” Dean mumbles, pretending like he’s too tired to be having this conversation right now.

“I swear I saw something going down at the table.”

“Yeah, talking. We just met her, Sam.” Dean scoffs, shaking his head.

“And? She’s cute. She’s your type, and she’s a hunter.” Sam raises his eyebrows at his brother.

“My?…I swear to god, Sam—okay, yeah, fine. Now you’re gonna do that thing where you shut up forever.”

Sam grins incredibly smugly, laying out on the couch.

“…. Jesus, shut up already.” Dean grumbles, laying on the floor.

“I didn’t even say anything!”

“Shut up.”

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A/N: I fucking loved writing this. I love yall also. Thank you for reading if you did :3

Tags: @moss-feratu

[hanasnx]

estrangedhusband!dean keeps tabs on you, whether it's to keep you safe or just to be fucking nosy, no one can tell. sam asks him about his reluctance to just divorce you, he claims you won't sign the papers (he never sent them)

anon you are so fucking promoted you have no idea

ofc he never sent them, he has this weird little thing in the back of his mind that just won’t let him do it. some part of him likes the fact he’s got a wife even tho he hasn’t met up with you in years. sometimes he pretends you’re waiting up for him, and in a way he’s right. you’re just waiting for the day dean winchester comes walking back through your door—because you know it’ll happen eventually—so you can smack him across the face and call him crazy for ever thinking he could show it to you again

[princessmadelines]

sometimes god is an absent father. (sometimes an absent father is your god)

[thebeautyofspnanime]

1x01 alter ego

[phantomofagoodtime]

Oh joy. Dean exited his car and approached the other slowly, keeping his distance. "Nice to see you too, sunshine." He remarked his tone less than amused, "-Sorry, I don't have my hall pass on me, have to catch ya with that another time." His joke was a small attempt to stop the glare he was currently recieving but he was sure that as usual, Johnnie had left her humour at home.

"Okay. - look, is it really that big of a deal that I'm here? - We got a job to do, a little side kick effort never hurt nobody."

muse: johnnie wicker, 26; demon hunter closed starter for: @phantomofagoodtime

Georgia was her turf. Johnnie kept up a total monopoly on all demon hunts in the state, only allowing other hunters to focus on other monster types. Her '67 Chevelle pulls up next to his Impala, the southerner getting out of her car with a huff.

Naturally she isn't happy when she sees Dean Winchester sniffing along the trail of her newest hunts.

"What in the devil's name are you doing here? Ya got 49 other states to choose from."

[phantomofagoodtime]

Continued from X

@qu-tipie

Dean held up his hands and nodded in agreement, “Aye, no judgement from me. Someone who can put pie away like that, is a friend worth keeping.” Dean stated before taking a big bite off his own plate, humming in delight at the taste, it never got old. “-say, do you have to make these yourself or..are they sent in?” Dean asked, his expression of genuine curiosity on whether she had the magical baking skills to bless him with this mouthwatering taste.