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S6E18, “Frontierland”
#spn#spn fan art#supernatural#supernatural art#supernatural fanart#spn fanart#supernatural fan art#dean winchester#fave#s6#2hr#dean#spn s6#lexidoodledoo#high#supernatural season 6#artists on tumblr#procreate#supernatural stills#cowboy!dean#pinknatural#cowboynatural#brokebacknatural#spn 6x18#jensen ackles#eyestrain
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Not His First Rodeo
Damn! banned again. Hope the censored version will last. For fire free (or not really) check here.
An art entry for @klayr-de-gall's Auaugust 2024.
Day 6: Cowboy/Outlaws
#destiel#spn#supernatural#supernatural fanart#au august#auaugust#auaugust 2024#dean winchester#destiel fanart#spn fanart#my art#retro aesthetic#retro poster#cowboy!dean#cowboy!au#lgbt#artists on tumblr#retro#queer#queer art
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hey love!! so in awe of your writing & writing style and i wanted to ask which fic of yours is your favorite?
Well hey there, my lovely!
Oh wow, you're so kind, thank you!! 🥰💜💜 That is a tough question... So I'm going to cheat a little bit and give you my top 3:
3. Smoke Eater (Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Reader)
Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.
This was my first full AU series. It came from my love of Chicago Fire and medical and cop procedurals like it. Throw in a murder mystery, arson, former playboy Dean, and other angsty storylines in the middle of a whirlwind romance, and you got yourself a firefighter AU! ❤️🔥
2. Break Me Down (Soldier Boy x Reader)
Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.
I feel like most people would expect me to answer this one for number one, but it's still very close to my heart. It was my first real foray into the complex, lovable asshole known as Soldier Boy (Ben).
And it was my attempt at creating a redemption arc for him through an "enemies to lovers" story, edgier than anything I'd done previously, thanks to the grittiness of The Boys world.
I've continued writing far past the original series because I just can't quit these two, and this version of Ben.
1. Midnight Espresso Series (Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized Latina Reader)
This is a collection of stories in the SPN fandom, and it's very personal to me! (I'm plus-sized and Latina.) Though I tried to make it so all readers, regardless of race/ethnicity or otherwise, could enjoy those stories as well.
It gave me the chance to pair Dean with a reader character who is also a giver like him, who looks out for and cares for him in the same way he cares for others, all while being a badass hunter herself.
From dramatic and angsty hurt/comfort to fluffy smut, I've tried to explore many facets of their relationship, while utilizing both my heritage/culture and my personal experience with body insecurity, body shaming, etc. Like BMD, this is a series I can always come back to and write more stories for. 💜
Bonus: The Honorable Choice - (Dean W. x OFC)
Summary: June 1872. Captain Dean Winchester of the U.S. Cavalry is tasked with one job: break a wild mustang. He just didn’t expect the woman who infiltrates his camp, intent on freeing her tribe’s horse.
I haven't dropped this one yet, but I'm mentioning it because it's currently one of my favorite projects that I've worked on so far!
⬆️ Part 1 coming on 11/03 (Read it on Patreon now!)
#ask me stuff#favorite fics#dean winchester#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester x you#dean winchester x plus sized!reader#dean winchester x poc!reader#dean winchester au#cowboy!dean#firefighter!dean#dean winchester x oc#dean winchester fanfiction#the boys#soldier boy#soldier boy x reader#soldier boy x you#soldier boy fanfiction#soldier boy x female reader#supernatural x reader#jackles#dean winchester x female reader#jensen ackles#spn fanfic#spn#supernatural#supernatural imagine#dean winchester imagine#zepskies answers
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I’m your huckleberry 🤠 😉
#can we just appreciate the lighting on Deans jacket for a moment#supernatural#spn#dean winchester#castiel#destiel#fanart#tombstone#shishquahs art#shishquahs fanart#I’m your huckleberry#cowboy!dean#cowboy!Cas
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Imagine
Dean / Beau : My heart is yours, wherever you go, it will follow you. No matter the distance, I'll always be with you.
#iJensen Ackles#jensenedit#city grown willow#fictional characters#imagines#fictional boyfriend#dean winchester#fictional crushes#jensen ackles character fanfic#montain!dean#spn#cowboy!dean#spn fanfic#spnfandom#dean winchester fic#dean winchester imagines#dean winchester fanfiction#beau arlen x reader#beau arlen fic#beau arlen#big sky#big sky fanfiction
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Just some sketches of a Pink cowboy 💖
#spn#supernatural#sketch#spncreatorsdaily#my art#drawing#draw#fanart#spn fanart#digital art#dean#dean winchester#cowboy!dean
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Cowboy!Dean spotting his angel across the way
Dean Winchester Week; Day 3: Favourite Outfit
#deanwinchesterweek#spncreatorsdaily#spn graphic#dean winchester#castiel#destiel#angel!Cas#cowboy!Dean#edit#spnedit#destieledit#manip#okay so i was not expecting this to go like this but here we are
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🌾 these quiet lives ⛰️
deanjo fic - 1437 words - rating: G - western au - read on ao3
There is a small ranch, somewhere on the border between Kansas and Nebraska, about a twenty minute ride out from the nearest town. Its windows are shuttered now, but in the ephemeral times of cowboys and outlaws, it was a bustling little place - perhaps not full of people, but full to the brim with two quiet lives being well lived after many days of hardship.
These quiet lives were those of Jo Harvelle and Dean Winchester.
or, the dean and jo are long term cowboy partners on the ranch they bought together and now dean is cutting jo's hair fic
written for beloved rain @queerstudiesnatural's 2k celebration and the prompt deanjo! i had an absolute blast running with this. massive thanks to @magdaclaire for the beta <3
fic is below the cut!
There is a small ranch, somewhere on the border between Kansas and Nebraska, about a twenty minute ride out from the nearest town. Its windows are shuttered now, but in the ephemeral times of cowboys and outlaws, it was a bustling little place - perhaps not full of people, but full to the brim with two quiet lives being well lived after many days of hardship.
These quiet lives were those of Jo Harvelle and Dean Winchester.
To everyone else (namely the nosey figures in the windows of that small town a twenty minute ride away), their partnership looked formulaic: a guy and a girl shacking up together with a few horses, a ranch, saving up to make the place a little cozier. Nothing that nobody hadn’t seen before.
But what everyone else didn’t know was how radical their love was. The way that Dean was Jo’s first kiss with a man, and Jo Dean’s first kiss with a woman, when they were both far from virginity. How they had drifted in and out of each other’s lives for years like no one could decide their fate. The scars along Jo’s torso, too, were proof that they had almost been out of time. That they were alive, to realize the could-be potential of their will-they-won’t-they relationship at all, was incredible. It was the time of outlaws, afterall, and our two protagonists had not been immune to a lawless life.
With all that stood in their way you could perhaps be justified in saying their love was out of character. But it wasn’t. It made perfect sense, in the same way that poetry might, strong and solid in meaning if only when read by the right eyes. And that was Jo and Dean: a nonsense poem with a strict rhyme scheme, predictable on the surface yet profound between the lines. Rhythmic, galloping, beating hearts as certain as hooves on the sun-hard ground.
Still, they weren’t strictly in love. Rather, the love was all around them. Jo saw it in the green oasis of their pastures amid the desert land, in the firewood piled beside the porch, in the leather jacket quietly left for her to wear on colder days. Dean saw it in the crystal clarity of the ranch windows after a rough wind, in the oats faithfully refilled in the stables, in the gift of a new hat with a wider brim when the heatwave came. For both of them it was a love of actions, the affection solid and tangible and filling after years of starvation.
Contentment, in the gentle touches of four scarred hands.
On one of the long sloping dusks of August, the world bathing in nectarine and plum, Jo sat on the bottom porch step with Dean a step above, his knees either side of her. It was the kind of evening which cost nothing, yet gave everything in return, where the turn of the earth could be felt in the hum of the cicadas, and the day, while fading away, seemed still to be new - the kind of evening which only ever occurred thrice in the nineteenth century, and has not occurred since. Well, it was on that incredibly rare kind of evening belonging only truly to retired outlaws, that Dean held silver scissors (copper in the light) in his scarred hands as he snipped easily away at Jo’s hair.
“Almost a decade past since we got this place, now,” Jo mused. “You were 31 then, you’re 41 now.”
“And you were 24.”
“I’m older now than you were when we moved here.”
Dean hummed, somewhere quiet between surprise and acknowledgement, the scissors snipping a melody at the nape of Jo’s neck.
He had been in the habit of cutting Jo’s hair for as long as they’d set up together on the ranch - a few months short of a decade, to agree with Jo - as, though she liked knives, she wasn’t to be trusted with them near a head of hair, and Dean had had the practice of cutting his younger brother’s shag for all his adolescent years.
Tonight, though, was slightly different from the usual trim. Cursing the summer heat and finally relaxing into Dean’s encouragement, Jo had marched up to her partner and demanded anything past her chin to be very decidedly cut off. She could tuck it behind her ears as she worked, and the wave of her hair would bring it up off her neck and out of the heat. All this had been patiently explained by Dean many times before. He had this way of knowing Jo, and knew, in the same way as he liked wearing his mother’s jewelry, that cutting her hair might steady her in the skin she was prone to slipping in and out of.
So far, Jo liked it. Liked the feeling of weight leaving her, the almost dizzying lightness that came with her hair cascading to the floor. She had followed Dean blind into battle, and while she would not do that again, she could go all in on him cutting her hair well. The many hues of their relationship, the bright bruises of their coming-of-age, had not altered, simply mellowed.
“D’you ever miss it?” Dean said, caring yet mild. “The life we had before all this?”
Jo waited for two hawks to sail across the apricot sky before answering, no clouds to dapple the light. The words came to her easy enough, but from somewhere moving and deep, wading through long grass. She breathed in deeply, bringing herself to meet them, allowing herself to savor their sweetness.
“All the time we were running with that gang, I were thinkin’ - this is what proper love is, to have something worth dying for. I’d never known it before, you know. An’ then that hound sinks its teeth into my side an’ my vision goes white and there’s only one thing I remember seein’ after that.”
The careful snips of the scissors ceased, and Jo smiled, tilting her head upwards to hold Dean’s gaze.
“You. I could barely think nothin’ and it’s just your face in front of me and then I had one thought, and it were just that I’d been wrong. I were wrong. Love is something worth living for. By god, right then I knew it was worth livin’ for you.”
“Joanna Beth,” Dean whispered, his lips rose and soft around her name.
Jo had not used to like it when he called her that, mainly due to the fact it was the name her mother had flung at her from across the bar in many a desperate fit of anger, back when she was alive and both of them working at the Roadhouse. It was a name that sank low in her gut like a guilty stone, heavy with the shame of misplaced temper. Jo had wanted to get out, and her mother had wanted a daughter, and neither could give the other what they wanted.
But Dean only ever used Joanna Beth in moments of adoration. As if he felt the simple Jo could not do her justice. When he said Joanna Beth, it meant he was seeing the whole of her, afresh, anew, finding again all of her troubled histories and still wanting to write futures with her.
Her slate was never, would never be clean. There was too much blood for that. But Dean saw the blood and did not love her in spite of it, but with it. Like he wouldn’t rather have her any other way.
“Grow older with me, Winchester,” Jo murmured, and she turned in his lap to meet him, having been inches too far from him for far too long.
His lips pressed hers tenderly, like they had done hundreds of times before. The great heartlands of America could not hold as many sensations at this, for all of the lushious, dying, sprawling, changing lands around had nothing on them. They were not in love, but they were radiant with it, each with the other firmly and irreparably in their heart.
Jo had yet to find a gray hair, and she felt her breathing alongside Dean was nothing short of a miracle. She hummed these next words against lips, passing them like a breath between them.
“Grow old.”
And, dear reader, I can see even now through the shuttered windows of the ranch they whiled away their years on the many contented memories they made. There is still love there, this century and a half later: it is not a haunting, but a remembrance.
They did, indeed, grow old.��
#i had so much fun this was so indulgent !!!!!! love me some queerplatonic romantic loving deanjo <333#dean winchester#jo harvelle#chestervelle#deanjo#spn fic#cowboy!dean#cowboynatural#ola writes#queerstudiesnatural2k
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new look for his special day!!!
☀😇 solarcas -> galacticdean 🌌🤠
[Open for better quality!] (+ new matching banner:)
#deansbirthdaybash#bi dean#dean winchester#dean winchester fanart#dean is bi#cowboy!dean#cowboynatural#watercolour#galaxy#url change#icons#solar draws#rambleoncas#emeraldcas#deancaskiss#castiellesbian#chapeldean#spxcekya#userda#userjactingjoices#istg when i got the idea to rebrand for his bday. i did not think so many space related dean url would be taken already#to the person who hase planetarydean saved. fight me
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Supernatural 06x18
Sorry but I wanted a destiel pic
#edit#spn#destiel#deancas#destiel edit#supernatural edit#supernatural#my edit#dean winchester#castiel#cas#my art#graphics#digital edit#cowboy!dean#my gif#edit.by kay 💜
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❤🤠 Sexy cowboy
Dean Winchester 🤠❤🔥
🍰 Tag list: @undisputedchick2 @jranutter @kazsrm67 🥧
#jensen ackles#dean winchester#cowboy!dean#supernatural#bts: supernatural#spn bts#season 6#spn 6x18#jensen ackles edit#dean winchester edit#deansraspberrypie edits#the most beautiful man alive#drp
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Dean Winchester Appreciation Week 2023
Favorite outfit: Sheriff from 6.18 Frontierland
Above is a link to a fic I wrote recently for the Bro Bone Bang featuring this outfit (so the story is pretty much just Wincest PWP). Below is an image of a custom Funko Pop I commissioned a while back from the talented @lmrourke.
#fan discussion#dean winchester#6.18 frontierland#deanwinchesterweek#favorite outfits#sheriff!dean#cowboy!dean#fan fiction#wincest#dean/sam#the epic love story of sam and dean#my otp#my writing#custom funko pop#lmrouke#save a horse ride a cowboy
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I did not know I needed Jensen Ackles in complete cowboy gear as his entire character before Beau Arlen. Somewhere dean is hooting because he’s living his cowboy fetish, and Cas is rolling his eyes at his husband
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LOVE LOVE LOVE POWER COUPLE!!!!! S2 Look at THESE TWO!!!!! AWWWWWWWWWWWW GORGEOUS, MARVELOUS, MAGNIFICENT!!!! This is SO SOOOOO GOOD!!!!!! I LOVE THIS!!!! I LOVE THEM!!!!! :D I am sorry, BUT, I couldn't help myself with thinking about the way that Cas is "offering" his hand there and the position that Dean is in! ;) Like, it is not Friday BUUUUUUUT, yeah, my mind went there! XD Thank YOU!!!! THANK YOU SO SOOO MUCH for this!!!! You are INCREDIBLE!!!! :) <3
so I made a post about a 1945 Levi’s poster...
#destiel#deancas#casdean#LOVE#married#they belong#they love each other#fanart#cas#dean#castiel#dean winchester#cowboy!destiel#cowboy!cas#cowboy!dean#proud of you#fism#fism content#fidm#happiness#I LOVE THIS!!!! S2
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He’s Kenough
#supernatural#spn#dean winchester#fanart#Kenough#I am Kenough#barbie#shishquahs art#cowboy hat#fluffy pink cowboy hat#someone needs to take my iPad away from me#cowboy!dean#art#digital art#artists on tumblr#colour
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#iJensen Ackles#jensenedit#city grown willow#fictional characters#imagines#fictional boyfriend#dean winchester#fictional crushes#jensen ackles character fanfic#montain!jensen#spn#cowboy!dean#character oc#spn fanfic#spnfandom#dean winchester imagines#dean winchester fanfiction#dean winchester fic#montain!dean
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