#cuddly dean

[noxemma]

Chapter 4 for my Hot Summer Art challenge fic

Posting twice today since the last chapter was short (and I'm way too excited to wait). Excerpt for this one is from later in the chapter because one bed trope 😂

Tags, Rating, Word Count, AO3 link, etc. at the bottom

Beside Your Side

Fic Summary: Dean convinces Sam to look into a potential case where people are going missing from a New Jersey beach town. Of course, they have to bring Cas and Eileen along, just in case it's not a monster. Dean is excited to get the case over quickly and enjoy a well-earned vacation with the people he loves the most. Nothing ever seems to go the way Dean plans it though, and this case is no exception.

Chapter 4: Shelter in the Storm

Cas

He doesn’t linger in the shower, even though the hot water feels amazing on his skin now that he can no longer warm it with just a thought. He’s too worried about letting Dean out of his sight.

That’s not exactly true, Cas corrects himself as he finishes rinsing and steps out to dry himself, I want to be close to Dean, to comfort him as much as he'll let me. It's absolutely not because I want to hold his hand again.

After dressing he scoops up both Dean and his wet clothes and tosses them into the washing machine in the next room.

“I should probably get our other clothes if I’m going to run this,” Cas mutters to himself, barely attempting to cover up his ulterior motive for entering the bedroom where he’s sure Dean is already passed out.

He hasn't gotten to indulge in the guilty pleasure since he became human, but he could spend years happily watching over Dean as he sleeps. He knows he'll never lose his fascination with the way the worried crease of the hunter's brow finally eases or how his mouth will fall open if he’s particularly exhausted or how soothing the repetition of his slow breaths can be.

Just a quick look while I grab the laundry, just to make sure he’s resting, Cas rationalizes to no one.

He eases the door open slowly, just wide enough for him to slip in. The room is nearly black with the curtains drawn and the sky outside darkened with clouds and Cas has to feel his way on the floor for the dirty clothes pile they’d started yesterday. When he thinks he’s grabbed everything he moves back toward the door.

“Cas, whaddya doin’ crawlin' on th' ground?” Dean asks, his sleep-slurred voice deep and husky.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I was going to wash our wet clothes and thought I’d grab these too.”

Dean rises up on one elbow, squinting at him in what Cas can tell is annoyance even in the low light. He knows he should make his escape, should leave Dean to sleep, but Dean licks his lips and the motion of his tongue roots Cas to the spot.

“Forget the clothes, just come to bed,” Dean barks, patting the space next to him. “I know ya don’ think’re tired, or ya think ya need less sleep ‘cause you’re a big bad angel 'n' all that, but you don’t. You need sleep too, ‘kay.” 

He wants me to sleep with him, Cas’ breath catches in his throat at the connotation of the thought, but he quickly amends the thought. No. He wants you to sleep next to him.

Cas knows he should try to resist more, shouldn’t take advantage of how Dean seeks physical comfort when he’s tired like this, but he doesn’t want to. What he wants is to climb under the covers and lay next to Dean, to let the man he cares about take whatever comfort he needs to find peace, if only for the next few hours.

“Okay, Dean.” Cas abandons the pile of clothes near the door and makes his way toward the bed, only stopping as he hesitates to actually get in. “Are you sure you don’t-”

“Get in the damn bed, Cas.” Dean barks, sounding a bit more alert.

Cas doesn’t need any more convincing, climbing under the covers and resting his head lightly on the pillow, making sure to stay as close to the edge as he can so he doesn’t accidentally touch Dean. Dean twists his head over his shoulder to make sure Cas has obeyed him, grunts in approval, then sinks back into his position facing the wall.

Cas follows Dean’s example, turning onto his side and facing away from him and toward the door. Despite Dean’s insistence that he needs it, Cas doesn’t think he’ll be able to sleep, not when his body is hyperaware of every small movement Dean makes behind him.

I’ll stay until I’m sure Dean won’t wake, then I’ll slip out with the laundry.

The rain continuing to fall, the soft pillow beneath his head, and the gentle rhythm of Dean’s breathing have a different plan and soon his limbs and lids grow heavy and he succumbs to a dreamless sleep.

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Cas blinks awake sometime later when the door opens. He winces against the band of light that arcs over him and instinctively tilts his shoulder up to block it from disturbing the man next to him.

Somehow, Dean and Cas both turned in their sleep, Cas now facing the ceiling and Dean curled up against him. One of Dean’s hands is tucked underneath him, and the other is flung over Cas’ waist.  Dean uses his chest as a pillow, sending warm puffs of air into his shirt. Cas has one hand draped down the curve of Dean’s spine and the other holds his shoulder, holding Dean as close as possible.

He remains where he is despite the intrusion, not wanting to wake Dean or move from the comfort of their current position. The smell of Chinese takeout and apple pie drifts in, causing his stomach to grumble in reminder of the meals Cas has missed, but Cas ignores it. Dean waking and pushing him away is the only thing that could force him to relinquish this grip right now.

As his eyes adjust in the darkness, he can make out the vague shape of Eileen’s head peering into the room. They make eye contact. Eileen tilts her head in question and Cas bashfully shakes his head no.

More time. Please, just give me a little more time to hold him like this. The way I've longed to.

Eileen gives an understanding smile, nodding before quickly pulling the door closed again at the sound of footsteps behind her.

“They’re still sleeping. Let’s throw it in the fridge and they can reheat it whenever they wake up.” Cas hears Eileen’s muffled voice tell Sam, fading into the background as they move away from the door.

“Thank God. I was not ready to get up yet,” Dean grumbles into Cas’ chest. “Hey! Not too tight, buddy.”

Cas lets go of the death grip he’d initiated at the shock of finding out the man in his embrace had been awake the entire time. He slowly tries to start retracting his arms, but Dean makes an angry noise of protest and nuzzles sleepily into the space below his jaw, stopping his retreat and possibly his heart.

Like what you read? You can find the whole fic here on AO3

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 4/? (hopefully 9 😂)

Chapter Word Count: ~5,500

Tags: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Case Fic, Established Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Beach Case, Cannon when convenient, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Past Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con (Dean and background characters), Non-Consensual Touching (Not between Dean and Cas), Hurt/Comfort, I promise it's not as dark as it sounds, Fluff, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, clueless Sam Winchester, Chick-Flick Moments, Cannon typical misunderstandings, Angst?, One day I'll learn how to tag, WIP, JackieDeeArt's Hot Summer Art 2024 (Supernatural), Hot Summer Art, Greek Mythology if you Squint, No Beta, Everyone is bad with words, Except Eileen who is the only emotionally stable person for miles, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Angel Grace Dysfunction, Poor Coping Mechanisms, There was only one bed

[deancasforcutie]

they're the same picture

or: Dean Winchester is in love with you? Time for Snuggles 😻

[casdeans-pie]

Dean, whispering to the Angel in bed beside him who literally cannot sleep: Cas. You awake?

[hermywolf]

“this is hughie. hughie loves his personal space. this is butcher. butcher also loves hughie’s personal space”

[rotzaprachim]

all this joel and ellie discussion is making me remember the fact that the ultimate nongenetic mental illness dynasty star wars COULD have had is cassian and rey. Man With Just So Many Issues About Being Kidnapped And Forcibly Disconnected From His Entire Home Planet meet Girl With Just So Many Issues About Being Abandoned and Left Alone On Planet. equal and opposite traumas baby! they would give each other Issues. cassian is incredibly trepeditious about doing anything to take rey off jakku like shouldn’t we call your parents where are your parents do you want to stay in touch with unkar plutt we can get uknar plutt’s number so you can stay in touch with unkar plutt WHAT IF YOU TOOK SOME SAND AS A SOUVENIER??? and rey’s like oh my gosh he hates me as well! cassian has all the exit signs on his ship floodlit in three languages so she knows how to LEAVE and she takes this as a sign he wants her to LEAVE. he’s like we can turn around and go back to jakku at ANY TIME and rey is like no no no Sir Mister please NO i’ll be good i promise i’ll be useful and earn my keep and he has to pause take a minute forcibly deal with his own memories of maarva and clem and go no uh no that’s not what it’s about. 

in addition acc’d to andor they have both worked in the great family businesss of Scrapping and Reselling old imperial ships and also Staffs. and there is fascinating intergenerational trauma to be had with one of the few worldbuilding details i thought the sequel trilogy did really well, which was showing rey’s life as this person whose grown up in a post war void.... surviving in the literal shadow of imperial machinery, making a living by taking apart what we now know cassian’s generation was forced in death camps to make. she literally lives by taking apart what he made 

[wheresurmoose]

He looks in need of cuddles. I volunteer as tribute. 

Jeffrey Dean Morgan as Gerry Fenn in The Unholy. 

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[grimini]

[voidselfshipp]

My spn s/i laughing her ass off in "the curious case of Dean winchester"

"LOOK AT YOUR OLD ASS LMAOOO. SOS UN PELOTUDO DEAN"

"You done laughing?"

"Yep. Now I can help"

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Husband Effect

Summary: The reader is struck with a love curse that leaves her feeling more than a bit attached to Dean...

Pairing: Dean x reader (eventual)

Word Count: 2,200ish

Warnings: language, angst, love curse, fluff

A/N: Y’all don’t even want to know how old this fic is. Pretty sure it was written during S13. Figured it was time for it to see the light of day!

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“Y/N. Y/N. Giggling woman,” you heard Dean say, clapping his hands together. “Hey! Focus.”

“She’s cursed Dean,” said Sam with a smile. “It was some harmless witchcraft. It’ll wear off soon I’m sure.”

“Is she currently trying to climb into your lap? No?” said Dean, pointing at where he was continually shoving you back from him. “Y/N, stop it.”

“I wanna sit with you,” you whined, throwing your arms over his shoulder, nuzzling your cheek against his.

“This is weird,” said Dean, trying to scoot away, Sam biting back back a laugh. “A little help, Sammy!”

“So she’s a little extra clingy. We’ll put her to bed, she’ll sleep it off and in the morning she can be completely embarrassed about this whole thing,” said Sam.

“Why would I be embarrassed about my Deanie?” you asked, squeezing him harder, Dean rising to his feet.

“Come on, Y/N. Off to bed with you. Now.”

“Good morning,” said Sam to you with a teasing smile. “Sleep well?”

“Like a baby,” you said, giving Dean a big hug when he came in the kitchen. “Good morning!”

“Oh no,” said both boys, grimacing as you smushed yourself into Dean’s chest.

“Get the jaws of life for this one,” said Dean, trying to squirm away while you clung tighter. “Y/N, please let go of me so I can eat breakfast.”

“I’m sorry,” you said releasing him, moving your hand down his arm to hold his hand. “That was silly. Your arms are huge by the way. All muscle and strong. They’re so...mmm.”

“Uh huh,” said Dean, giving Sam a death glare. “Sam, your harmless little curse don’t seem so harmless right now.”

“She should have slept it off,” said Sam, taking a seat at the table, Dean pulling you over into one, resigning himself to the fact he wasn’t getting the hand you were holding back anytime soon. “It must be a different curse.”

“No shit. Figure it out for me, would ya? It’s weird having Y/N act all...cuddly,” said Dean.

“Well, she is a girl, Dean,” said Sam.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Dean, your head resting on his shoulder.

“It means she likes hugs and you know, human affection...like a normal person,” said Sam. “You treat her like a guy sometimes.”

“Again, what does that mean?” asked Dean.

“It means when you tell her to buck up and kill the damn spider herself, she comes and asks me to do it. Or when you don’t help her with heavy stuff. She’s tough, don’t get me wrong, but I get the feeling she doesn’t think you care about her nearly half as much as she does you,” said Sam. “...Maybe that’s why she’s only sticking to you. It’s got something to do with that.”

“Y/N,” said Dean, your head lifting up with a smile. “You know I care about you, right?”

“Of course you silly boy,” you said with a smile, bopping him on the nose. “I love you different than Sammy is all.”

“See? She knows,” said Dean, giving you a smile that made your heart flutter.

“You’re so pretty,” you said, Sam rolling his eyes. 

“Hey, Y/N. Why don’t you eat breakfast and then Dean can spend the whole day with you while I figure out how to fix you, huh?” asked Sam.

“The whole day with Dean? That sounds amazing,” you said, leaning up and giving Dean a kiss on the cheek.

“Please hurry Sam.”

One Week Later

“I want Dean,” you grumbled as Sam brought your dinner by your room. “Please? I need him.”

“Dean’s researching right now, Y/N,” said Sam, locking up the door behind him, spotting your barely eaten lunch. “You need to eat, Y/N or Dean won’t be happy.”

“Why do I have to stay in my room? I’m not doing anything wrong,” you said, Sam sighing as he took a seat.

“You’re making it hard to research out there, Y/N. You...you’re kind of all over Dean,” said Sam. “He’s not used to attention like that and it’s making him uncomfortable.”

“But you love him and you get to be near him,” you said, scrunching up your face. “Tell him I’m sorry. I’ll do whatever he wants. I just want to see him. Please.”

“Sweetie, it’s the curse that’s making you all nuts for Dean, you have-”

“I always liked him and now that I came out and said it he’s scared of me. Tell him I take it back. I’ll really try to be better,” you said. 

“If you eat your dinner, I’ll talk to Dean about coming to see you, alright?” asked Sam, watching as you grabbed your fork. “Good girl.”

“Hi,” you said when you saw your door open, a pair of green eyes peeking in. Everything in you wanted to hop off the bed and run over to give him a hug but you said you’d try to keep it under control.

“Sam said you wanted to see me,” said Dean, hanging by the doorway, watching you start to fidget. “You’re shaking.”

“I’m fine. Are you okay? Can I do anything for you?” you asked, leaning forward and clenching your hands into fists.

“Just give me a hug before you have a heart attack,” said Dean with a sigh, your body responding before your brain, up and over to wrap him up in your arms. “Better?”

“No,” you said. “You don’t like it.”

“I’d rather have a hug because it’s real, not forced,” said Dean, moving your arms away. 

“It is real,” you said, cocking your head up at him. “I want to hug you.”

“No, the curse is making you think you want to hug me,” said Dean with a smile. “There’s a slight difference there, sweetheart.”

“But I love you. Everything I’ve said or done, I always want to do,” you said. “I just...don’t have a filter to say ‘don’t do that anymore.’”

“It’s a curse and we’ll solve it, alright?” said Dean. “I don’t want you to get upset about it. We’ll figure it out and get everything back to normal around here.”

“Dean,” you said, moving forward again, Dean already with a hand on the door.

“I promise, Y/N.”

“I don’t know why it didn’t work but you shouting at me doesn’t fix it!” yelled Sam, both boys in the middle of screaming at one another as you sat in the library, doing your best to stay in your seat.

“It’s been two weeks, Sam. Look at her. She’s barely keeping it together,” said Dean, waving over in your direction.

“If I was under a love curse and the other person resented me, I might start to get upset too, Dean,” said Sam. You got to your feet, forcing them to move away and for your bedroom, your movements slowing as you hit the edge of the library. “See?”

“I’m just going back to my room, Sam,” you said over your shoulder, frozen in place with the need to stay near Dean. 

“It’s got to be that spell. Figure out what you screwed up,” said Dean, his hand on your arm melting away your bubbling anxiety, replacing it with something soft and warm. Dean didn’t immediately leave when he got you back in your room, instead laying down on your bed, turning on your TV and throwing an arm behind his head.

“What are you doing?” you asked, sitting down next to him, curling into his side with a smile.

“I miss you,” he said, moving his arm around your shoulders, a rush of relief flooding you. “...I’ll take care of you. I know it hurts and yeah I’m not used to all this lovey dovey crap but I’m going to help you through it. If letting you crawl all over me makes you feel better, we’ll do that.”

“Hey, bozos,” said Sam, standing at the end of your bed, stirring you awake. “I didn’t mess it up. It’s on a time delay.”

“Well,” said Dean with a yawn. “How long until it works?”

“Judging by the look on Y/N’s face, it already did,” said Sam. You were glancing at your lap, sitting as far away from Dean as possible. “Are you...”

“I want to be alone, please,” you said, Sam nodding his head and leaving. “You too Dean.”

“It’s okay, it was just a curse,” he said, rubbing a hand up and down your back. “Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“I told you two weeks ago, Dean,” you said, turning your head over your shoulder. “I don’t love you and Sam the same way. It was a love curse, Dean. All I was trying to do this whole damn time was to make you feel loved.“

“I do feel loved,” said Dean.

“You don’t get it. This isn’t something I can explain to you, Dean. Either you get it or you don’t and you obviously don’t so please give me some space today,” you said.

“I get it,” said Dean, grabbing your wrist and spinning you to face him. “It’s been very clear to me since this whole thing started. I don’t want you to want me though.”

“You don’t get to decide that for me. It’s my life,” you said, trying to shake him off. “Dean...”

“It’s different when’s it’s staring you right in the face and you can’t run away, right? To know that deep down that what someone is saying is true?” he asked.

“If you got hit with that curse, what are the odds that everything you’re spewing out is bull and you do want me but are too scared to say it,” you said. Dean was silent, dropping your hands as you nodded your head. “So what do you want to do about this?”

“If you want to...try, I guess I’m cool with that,” said Dean, shrugging like you were discussing dinner.

“Cool with it?” you asked.

“I ain’t turning into a Hallmark card anytime soon,” said Dean, holding up his hands. “But...your hugs aren’t so bad.”

“Ah, yes. Your definitely wooing me, Dean,” you said, shaking your head.

“Y/N, I’m trying,” said Dean.

“I know. We’ll...take it one day at a time.”

One Year Later

“Hey, you guys remember that freaky curse that made Y/N stick to you like glue?” asked Sam at lunch one day. 

“Yeah,” said Dean. “What about it?”

“Well...I translated another spell that references it,” said Sam. “It was used back in the day to help men find wives.”

“That seems like a douche move,” you said, leaning back against the wall, tossing your legs in Dean’s lap.

“No, no. Not like that. It was meant for when a guy loved somebody but was too shy or insecure to say something. If the person didn’t have a reaction, they didn’t feel the same way. If they did, then it sort of proved there was something there,” said Sam.

“It took you a year to find this out?” you asked, Sam shrugging. “Why do I feel like you’re lying Samuel...”

“You know, we never did find out who put such a strangely harmless curse on Y/N either,” said Dean, crossing his arms. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you Sammy?”

“Not a clue,” he said with a smile, glancing back at forth. “Weird, right?”

“I’ll get my fiance to kick your ass you ever pull something like that again,” said Dean.

“I’m really good at kicking ass,” you said, Sam shaking his head.

“I got no idea what you guys are talking about,” said Sam, standing up with a stretch. “I think I’m going to go for a second run while I think about who could have ever done this to you two.”

“Want to destroy him later?” asked Dean, wearing a smirk once he was out of earshot.

“Of course. Not too badly though,” you said.

“Just a touch of destruction for our devious Sammy coming right up,” said Dean with a chuckle. “While we’re at it, it’s been a year since our first date tonight.”

“You got something special planned?” you asked.

“Obviously,” he said. “Mess with Sammy first though?”

“You read my mind.”

[deanbrainrotwritings]

I wanna breathe in the scent of his hair, and his clothes, and just be in the warmth of his embrace. like, the sleepy warmth and the sleepy scent of someone’s body, yeah. home, safe

Dean's PJs

[bohemianblasphemy]

things sam winchester would do bc i said so✨

N/SFW

SFW

- sam would be the best boyfriend. he is just such a sweet man and he’s so big n tall n cuddly HES SO BOYFRIEND. such a gentleman.

- remembers the small things about you - he knows your coffee order by heart and your favourite things. he will get something that relates to it to see that beautiful smile on your face - it makes him happy to see you happy.

- he says I love you first.

- gives the best hugs.

- mornings with sam are perfection. he gets up before you, wanting to cook a breakfast for the both of you. when you walk into the kitchen he’s at the stove cooking up, you wrap your arms around him and he smiles as his love embraces him.

- he’d be very protective of you. with his past experiences with jess he is scared of losing you and he will do anything in his power to keep you safe. it took him a while to pursue you due to his fear, but after dean convincing him to (bc he was getting sick of the pining between you two) he was all in, nothing could seperate you both.

- cuddles, cuddles and even more cuddles. yes he is a big spoon but you know what??? some days he wants to be held. he will put his head on your chest, letting his hands roam your torso and feel your warm skin against his fingers. bonus points for playing with his hair whilst he’s like that, he loves it and will make lil sighs and content noises.

-oh he is king of kissing. its just so gentle and sweet, he can never get enough of you. its cute as fuck when he kisses your forehead, cheeks, the tip of your nose and then pecks your lips. he’s also a fan of giving and receiving neck kisses.

a passionate man.

speaking of passionate…

NSFW

- he is a dom ( i mean did we not see the scene with Ruby???). he definitely uses his height to his advantage - knowing that it gets you hot and bothered seeing his lust filled eyes looking down at you, teasing you ever so slightly with his long fingers.

- he can be very rough and passionate, but he also makes love like there’s no tomorrow. one minute he can be absolutely pounding into you and smacking your ass, the next minute he will be gentle and soft- kissing all over you and praising the fuck outta you.

- praise kink. enough said.

- he l o v e s dirty talk.

“you’re such a good girl for me, i can’t get enough of you…”

“ fuck baby your mouth feels amazing, i need more…”

- you cannot convince me this man does not live to eat pussy. don’t get me wrong, he absolutely loves when receives oral but MAN he will not stop at anything to get a taste of you. (extra points for pulling his hair, he loves that too). he also leave hickeys behind on your inner thighs…

- he loves missionary. his need to look at you whilst he fucks you senseless - it makes him hard. he needs you to looks at him, watching you come undone makes him cum harder inside you. he is also a fan of you on top, adores seeing your tits bounce whilst you ride his cock. (defs a boob man)

- aftercare is so important to him. he will sing sweet praises to you, meets any needs that you may wish for and follows through.

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i hope you enjoyed!!! please do send in requests if you would like!!! ✨✨

[thirdsaltyhunter]

Girl's Night

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Jody and Donna ask you for help on a hunt and you all get drunk and call your boyfriend while you're away

Warning: fluff, cuteness, kissing, mentions of a hunt so violence?, celebratory drinking, getting drunk

A/N: not proofread, all mistakes are my own

You woke up earlier than you usually did. Jody had given you a call to tell you that her and Donna had caught wind of a pack of werewolves just south of Sioux Falls and could use your help taking them out.

You wanted to start driving early so you could avoid most of the traffic and offer your expertise as soon as possible. However, mornings aren't really your thing. You fought back the groan at how much you didn't want to leave your comfortable spot in bed where Dean was currently keeping you warm. Nonetheless, you began wiggling your way out from under his arm. You were trying not to wake him up this early because he hadn't slept enough this week.

As you tossed some clothes into your duffel bag, you thought you might be able to make it out without waking him, but he was always a light sleeper. A quiet grumble of your name sounded from beneath the covers.

"Hey baby," you whispered going back to the side of the bed.

"You leaving?" he asked, noticing your packed duffle bag, voice rough with sleep.

"Yeah, Jody asked me to help her and Donna take out some wolves."

"You know I will." You propped yourself up on your elbow so you could look down at him. "Besides, you know it's gonna be a milk run. They probably don't even need me, they just want me to come up there so we can have girl's night."

He nodded and reached for you to pull you into a hug which, from the position he was in, meant that you were just laying on top of him. He was always extra cuddly in the mornings and you loved it, despite how much it tempted you to crawl back under the covers with him.

"Be careful out there," he said, placing a kiss to your temple.

He chuckled at that, because he knew you were right. Now that he thought about it, the last time he saw them, Donna had threatened that she'd drive down to Kansas herself and kidnap you if he didn't hand you over for a weekend.

He leaned up to plant a sweet kiss to your lips. "Call me when you finish the hunt so I know you're ok."

"I will." You kissed him again before crawling off of him. "I love you, go back to sleep."

"I love you too, sweetheart," he said, already burying his face into the pillow.

You couldn't help but smile at how quickly he gave in to your request. Grabbing your duffle, you headed out of the bedroom to say your goodbyes to Sam before you made your way to your car to start the long drive up to Sioux Falls.

The hunt ended up being even easier than you thought it would be. You, Jody and Donna made a pretty formidable and efficient hunting team. The hunt was done before the sun even fully set, so you headed back to Jody's house to begin cooking dinner.

You all decided to forget the plan of cooking dinner and reward yourselves for a hunt-well-done by ordering pizza instead. Claire was off on her own hunt and Alex was working a late shift at the hospital. That left only you, Donna and Jody, sitting on the livingroom floor around a mostly empty pizza box, passing around a bottle of wine.

After catching up on everything and finishing off the bottle of wine, Jody decided to pull out the bourbon and poured a good amount of each of you.

About an hour later, the three of you were well past tipsy and were having the best time, laughing and telling stories from various hunts.

"Soooo", Jody began with a hint of mischief in her voice. "How's Dean?"

"Yeah we need to hear about our favorite couple," Donna chimed in.

You knew she was talking about you and Dean but you decided to play around. "I don't know what you're talking about," you teased.

"Oh come on you know what we're talk'n about. We want to know what you and ol' Dean's like when you're away from the eyes of the world, y'know, when you put the hunter armor down," Jody inquired.

"I betcha he wears fuzzy socks and watches chick-flics, don't he?" Donna added teasingly.

That had you almost rolling on the floor with laughter. "Oh yeah, definitely."

It was nice being kind of childish like this with them. You had never had many friends in your teenage years and the hunting life didn't typically allow for gal-pals, but you had developed a really good friendship despite not having the time to see each other very often.

You wiped the tears of laughter from your eyes. "Oh shit, I forgot to call him", you attempted to grab your phone out of your bag, which took longer than needed, given your lack of coordination. "Dean asked me to call him after the hunt."

Jody and Donna looked at each other and awwww'ed in unison.

You tapped Dean's contact and put the phone to your ear. After a few rings you heard his voice. "Hey sweetheart."

"Heeeey", you greeted excitedly, voice slightly slurred.

"Hiya Dean-o", Donna said loud enough for Dean to hear.

You could hear him laugh on the other end, clearly gathering that you were all pretty inebriated and having a good time. "So I take it the hunt went well", he said with amusement in his voice.

"Oh it went great, we're badasses."

"I have no doubt of that," he said fondly.

"Hey Dean!" Jody cut in. "Is it true you wear fuzzy socks and watch chick-flicks when you're at home?"

"Baby, what did you tell them about me?" Dean asked you with mock annoyance.

"Oh nothing," you responded playfully. "Anyway gotta go."

You could hear he was barely holding back from laughing. "Hey hold on-" *click*

You bit your lip as you hung up on him before looking up at Jody and Donna. As soon as you made eye contact you all bust out laughing.

[flowersintheimpala69]

14 year old sammy being invited by some boys in his class to his first party and more importantly his first highschool party and he’s so excited and giddy cuz he’s never really had friend before cuz they move around sm and other kids are usually put off by the random bruises (from hunts) that adorn his body and his Salvation Army clothes that are too big and his tattered shoes with holes and even tho dean is sorta in the same boat, dean is 18 and handsome and has girls all over them and sam is still awkwardly gangly. Plus the boys who invited him are part of “the cool crowd” so it feels extremely validating for them to even notice him.

anyways, Sam is hella excited and he spends an hour before hand getting ready in the bathroom and picking out his outfit and while dean would normally tease him abt it he dosent cuz he knows this is a big deal for sam and he’s so glad that his baby brother is finally making friends because he knows sammy is actually really smart and fun to be around and it breaks his heart that he never has friends to go out with.

Dean drives him to the house where that party is happening at like 8 pm and pats him on the shoulder and tells him not to drink too much and to use protection and sam yells “Dean!” and blushes deep red but then Dean tells him to have fun and that he’ll come pick him up at midnight and to “go get them tiger” and sam gives him a little smile

deans at home when at 10:00 he gets a call and it’s an unknown number but sometimes dad calls from unknown numbers so he picks up but it’s not his dads voice on the other line.

“Dean?”

It’s unmistakably Sam’s voice, but it sounds strained and shaky. Deans immediately worried and asks if everything’s all right and sam just tells him he need Dean to pick him up. And deans like okay I’ll be right there what’s the address of the house again??

And sam tells him he’s actually not at the house anymore (which worries and confuses the fuck out of dean) and says he’s about a mile away at a pay phone and he says the street corner and apologizes for making Dean drive the extra mile

And deans internally like “wtf??” Cuz sam never apologizes and starts wondering if he’s just rlly drunk. He puts a pin in it and drives to the street sam said and sure enough sitting on the curb is a sammy-looking lump. Dean leaves the engine running but gets out of the car cuz sam is still just sitting there and he starts worrying that he has alcohol poisoning but then before Dean can even reach sam, he’s up and running towards Dean and pressing his face into his chest and hugging him.

And. That’s so weird. Cuz sam is in his angsty teen phase where he dosent want to be as huggy or cuddly with dean cuz that’s “embarrassing” yet here he is pressing himself against Dean so hard it’s like he’s trying to become part of him.

Sam dosent say anything in the car or when they start driving. Dean decides this is definitely not okay and he needs to do smth so he pulls into a gas station and gets himself a raspberry slushie and sam the cola slushie he likes and he gets them hotdogs (with extra onions and mustard for sam just the way he likes it) and he drives to a little deserted backroad and they sit on the hood of the car while eating and looking at the stars

And Dean hopes the food will put sam into a better mood but besides a quiet “thanks” when Dean had handed him the food sam stays silent and it’s so not sam-like. Deans abt to prompt an explanation but sam speaks first.

“Sorry you had to pick me up,”

“It’s okay, I really didn’t mind”

Sam’s quiet for a moment then in a small and shaky voice that makes deans heart break asks “Dean, you like me, right? Like you think I’m.. you think I’m cool right?”

and deans suddenly angry cuz obviously those stupid kids must have said something to sam and but he knows Sam dosent need him yelling rn so he takes a deep breath and pulls sam into his side, sliding a hand against his nape.

“Sammy of course I like you. You’re the smartest, coolest, funniest little brother one could ask for.”

Sam smiles a bit at that and rest his head against deans shoulder, “thanks Dean.”

Dean dosent ask what the those kids must have said to him but after a moment sam starts talking unprompted.

“The uh, guys who invited me, they uh did it like as a joke,” he sniffles, “and I didn’t realize but then they started calling me a girl and saying I was a pussy and someone wanted to uh, check if I had a, um, like if I had a-if I was like a woman down there and they pushed me down and tried to take off my pants and I-I didn’t..” sam trails off with a sniff.

Dean can feel Sam’s wet face against his neck. “Oh sammy, I’m so sorry, they’re assholes don’t pay mind to them—“

“But they’re right! They pushed me down and dad trained me-us-I could’ve totally fought back but-I don’t know I froze like a girl and just let it happen-I am a fucking pussy-“ sam is interrupted by a hiccup and then starts full on sobbing and dean can only pull sam into his lap and let him sob into his chest. Sam spends the next 20 minutes sobbing and babbling into deans collar about how he wishes he wasn’t a fucking freak and wants to be normal and at one point he leans off the side of the car to puke cuz he’s crying so hard and he’s so sorry Dean I didn’t mean to get sick I’m so gross I’m sorry and deans heart breaks.

Dean has to carry sam into the car and then the motel cuz he’s so exhausted from crying. Sam stays home from school the next day. John comes home that night, and dean convinces him to let them leave town the next morning.

They don’t ever talk about it after that.

[deanstead]

Just imagining little Leo toddling to find Dean one evening, he’s got his nighttime pacifier, teddy bear plushie and trusty cuddly blanket that trails behind him as he looks for his daddy as he can’t sleep and Mama is away (on a hunt, but he doesn’t know) and he finally finds Dean in his batcave watching a film but when Dean sees Leo’s little teary eyes (which are the double of his mamas) he instantly picks up his little boy and brings him over to the sofa and puts on a Batman cartoon and it doesn’t take long for Leo to doze off on his daddy’s chest and Dean falls asleep right there too, with Sam & Leo’s mama finding the two there the next morning as they come back from the hunt

did a thing

===

Dean sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

Since you and Sam had gone on a hunt, Dean was alone here with Leo. He'd spent an hour in a bed that seemed way too big for just him before he'd resigned himself to the fact sleep was evading him. He'd gotten up and headed to what you fondly called his mancave.

The words on the pages before him were starting to swim around him and he considered closing the book. Then, there was a sniffle that reached his ears.

Dean glanced toward the door.

Leo stood right before the threshold, his teddy trailing along beside him as he held one of the bear's arms, and his tiny comfort blanket sweeping the floor behind him.

His eyes swam with a hint of tears as he sniffled. "Daddy?"

"Hey buddy, what are you doing up?" Dean shifted his demeanor, heading straight for the door to put his son into his arms.

"Can't sleep. No Mama and Daddy." His voice was soft, with a tinge of sadness, and Dean realized he must have gone to the bedroom looking for one of you. "Sleep with Daddy?" Leo continued.

Dean couldn't help the way the corner of his lips tugged upward in a smile as he brought Leo over to the couch. "Of course you can sleep with me."

Dean put on a cartoon, which ironically enough was Batman. He was a little worried it would keep Leo up, but it barely took five minutes in Dean's arms before his eyelids drooped downward sleepily as he cuddled into his father's embrace.

===

The sun was barely peeking through the clouds when you and Sam got back. "I'm gonna peek in on Leo." You told Sam.

"I'll get the coffee going." Sam responded.

You walked quietly toward Leo's room, pausing when you noticed the door left open and his empty bed. You felt your heart sink and you quickly headed back to the room you shared with Dean.

Nothing.

Consciously pushing down the panic that threatened to wash over you, you headed back out. "Sam, they're not here."

"What?" Sam responded, hurrying out of the kitchen. "That's not..."

The both of you paused at the entrance to the mancave you'd set up for Dean.

Finally, the panic seemed to die down as you finally laid eyes on them.

There was a smile in Sam's voice. "I'll go grab some breakfast."

"Thanks, Sam." You responded, fully aware Sam meant to give the three of you some space.

You turned back to look at them. Leo was cradled in Dean's arms, his teddy tucked comfortably under his chin. Dean had his arms still protectively around Leo's tiny body even though he was fast asleep. Both of their chests rising and falling in tandem.

"Hey you." Dean greeted sleepily, his voice still coarse from grogginess.

"Hey you back." You responded softly, climbing gently onto the couch next to him, careful not to wake Leo.

Dean smiled, pulling his free arm around you. "All okay?"

"Never better." You responded with a smile, settling right next to your boys.

[artyandink]

Dean vs Sam : Spicy Scenes

My god, how did I not make this connection sooner?!

Dean and Sam during spicy scenes in Supernatural, here’s my take on them:

Dean:

He’s always had to be the bigger person, the carer, the giver. Sometimes he wants someone to do something for him, that’s why he’s attracted to women who know what they want and aren’t afraid to take it, because he has that reassurance that even though he would fight tooth and nail for them, they can take control. So in spicy scenes, he’s more submissive than you’d anticipate and lets the girl go on top, is soft with her, while still retaining some element of being a giver cause that’s who he is.

WARNING: FAINTING-WORTHY SCENES BELOW

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

Sam:

Normally Sam’s a sweet guy, right? Right? Opposite during kissing scenes, guys, dude goes CRAZY in control it’s almost too hot to handle. Probably because he’s had so little control in his life over his own decisions, since Dean took care of him and so did John. Plus, he’s described as cuddly, harmless little Sam. Dude’s actually a beast, and he finds actual control when he’s with a woman in bed, and he gets to let that side of him out.

Exhibit C:

Look at the way he’s movin’ her ^^

Exhibit D:

Y’all got any hot takes, reblog with yours! Gonna np tag to get it out:

@jackles010378 @zepskies @cheynovak @k-slla @angelbabyyy99

[impala666]

Cuddly Sasquatch

That's right! I'm back! At least somewhat. I've been needing some more Sam Winchester and there isn't nearly enough on here. I need something new to read so I just decided to do it myself. So that's why I'm here, to give Sam Winchester the love that he deserves! P.S. I 100% think that Sam would be a fan of The Office. Hell, they probably both are. But Sam just really gives of Office fan vibes.

The Winchester brothers and yourself had gotten home to the bunker after a pretty gnarly hunt in Omaha, Nebraska. It had taken over a week and a half to try and track down the vamps that were literally sucking the life out of folks. As soon as the three of you pulled into the garage of the bunker you beelined for the showers before the Dean and your boyfriend the Sasquatch could beat you to it. All of you came home covered in vampire blood, so you were determined to make it to the fresh, hot water before the other two could use it all up.

It was an hour or two later, now you were sitting up against the headboard of the bed that you regularly shared with Sam. You were finally in your pajamas, sitting in bed with the book you were currently reading sipping on a glass of wine. It was so nice to finally sit back and relax and not read a book about lore for the monster that you were hunting that week. You were blissfully in a fictional world, totally ignoring your current one.

“Hey, baby,” Sam casually greets you. Slightly breathy as he strolls into the bedroom in nothing but sweatpants and a towel wrapped on his head. His anti possession tattoo, proudly on display.

“Hey, hon. So you beat Dean to the shower first, huh?” You asked him, taking another sip of wine.

“Yeah,” Sam chuckled as he took the towel off of his head and shook out the damp mop of hair on his head. “He really let me know it too, since he made sure to flush the toilet more than once to make the water hot as possible.” You giggled at the brothers childish antics as you turned your attention back to your book. Sam walked his way over to the dresser to toss on a t-shirt before turning the flat screen tv on.

“Hey, Sammy?” You asked him before he could lay down in bed next you and make himself comfortable. You looked up at him from your novel when you saw that he was looking at you, eyebrows raised, with the comforter lifted and paused. You knew that he was just about lay down next to you. “I’m empty.” You playfully pouted as you lifted your empty wine glass up to him and shaking it, hoping he loved your enough to get you a refill. Sam scoffed with a smile and glanced up at the ceiling shaking his head at you.

“You’re lucky I love you,” Sam joked with you as he took your glass and walked out of the room get you a new glass.

“I love you too,” you yelled after him. Smiling to yourself as you continued to read. Sometimes you couldn’t believe how lucky you got with Sam. He was so thoughtful and kind and funny. All wrapped in a handsome ass package. You had hunted with the brother for years, and all of you had seen some crap so dark you all thought it would swallow you whole at some point. But 3 years ago, one drunk night, after Sam and you thought the both of you would die and world would end. The two of you spent some time in the back seat of the impala and the two of you had been together ever since. You were each other's light in the darkness.

When you felt a shift on the bed you looked up and saw the light of your life with two wine glasses. A new one for you and one for himself. Sam returned to finding something to watch on the television before the both of you went to bed. Of course he settled on The Office, it was usually his go to after a brutal hunt. Something lighthearted and funny. After an episode had been chosen, Sam settled and rested his head on his pillow. He glanced up at you still sitting up in bed reading your book, but that wasn’t what he wanted. So he debated on leaving you alone for .5 seconds, but ultimately took your book, tossed it to the floor on your side of the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist. Dragging you down so you were laying down next to him the moved from his own pillow and rested himself on your chest. 

“Sam! How rude, I was reading that!” You exclaimed, at first upset that he made you lose your place in the book. But as soon as the big lug rested his head on you, you didn’t seem to mind and you let out a little giggle.

“You’ll be fine. I’ll help you find where you were tomorrow.” Sam told you as he continued to get himself comfortable on you. You rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him. One hand rubbing his back as best as it could reach, the other running through his hair. You felt Sam relax as he let out a deep breath and give you a peck on your neck before turning his attention back to the screen. As you felt his long legs tangle with your own you couldn’t help but give him a peck on the forehead as you took a whiff of his still damp hair.

“Hmm, I love my cuddly Sasquatch.” You told him softly as you continued to rub his back.

“I love you too.” Sam quietly mumbled back as he was trying to focus on the tv and not falling asleep. But he couldn’t help it. The way your hands felt on his back and in his hair made him feel warm and safe. He was finally home. And he was home with his person. That was all he wanted for the rest of his life. No hunting, no monsters, just this. Happiness.