#dad!dean supremacy

[abox-of-rocks]

Anniversary cake

synopsis: Dean and Annie make a cake for your anniversary!

a/n: this is the longest fic I’ve written! I got kinda lazy at the end…

wc: 1128

Dean decided to surprise you with a cake and gifts for your anniversary. This morning, he’d taken Annie to the store right after you left for brunch with your friends, he’d gotten all the supplies needed; boxed cake mix, frosting and sprinkles, and roses. Annie picked out a pink bunch specifically, since she was going through a pink phase, and wanted to help get gifts for her mama.

When they’d gotten home, Dean started making the cake, which caused Annie to want to join. He couldn’t say no, knowing how badly she wanted to help, plus he loved bonding with his baby girl.

He helped her pour the cake mix into the bowl, and let her crack the eggs into a separate bowl- sneakily picking the shells out whilst she was distracted.

Annie stood on her step stool, bouncing and grinning up at Dean excitedly, her wavy pigtails bouncing as she moved, watching Dean mix the ingredients together.

“Now, don’t tell mommy, but you can lick the spatula once I finish mixing it together, okay?” Dean offered, looking over his shoulder to her, seeing Annies eyes widened with excitement.

“Okay!” her adorably high pitched voice spoke, basically yelling since she didn’t quite understand “inside voices” yet.

Dean chuckled, mixing the batter around until the clumps of batter were gone, the delicious aroma of cake batter filling the kitchen. After he finished mixing, Dean turned to Annie, purposefully licking a large stripe of the batter covered spatula, just to tease her. Giving him a gasp, followed by a complaining “Daddy!”, and her little hands lightly patted at his bicep.

Dean chuckled, a wide grin on his lips, as he handed her the spatula. “Sorry sweetheart, couldn’t help myself.” His voice came out lightly teasing, as he watched his mini me, speedily licking the remaining batter from the spatula.

Turning away to the stove, preheating the oven to 350° as the box instructed. Hearing some sort of shuffling, he turned around, seeing what Annie was doing.

“Alright- woah, woah, woah!” Dean exclaimed nervously, quickly rushing to help Annie pour the cake batter. Baking with a four year old was…eventful, to say the least. His large hands dwarfed her tiny soft ones, as he held the bowl with her, pouring the batter into the greased pan.

He chuckled as they finished pouring the batter, leaning down to kiss the top of her head, placing the bowl in the sink. “Good job honey, maybe wait for daddy next time, alright?”

Annie giggled, letting out a small “uh-huh!” sound, before sticking her finger into the batter and stealing a lick of it. “Annalise Charlotte Winchester!” Dean playfully reprimanded, grinning as he tried to hold back his laughter, his hands going to his hips. “If you keep doing that, mommy’s not going to have any cake!” He said with a small laugh, unable to resist as he shook his head, leaning down and picking her up.

Annie squealed as she was tossed across his shoulder, giggling and gripping at his shirt, kicking her little legs.

“Alright, alright-“ Dean chuckled, holding her on his shoulder. “Careful, Anniebear.” He let her down, ruffling her hair, before grabbing the cake pan and placing it in the oven. Annie, ever the little leech, was right beside him; staring into the oven as he carefully placed the pan inside.

They’d set the timer and left it for an hour, Dean chasing Annie throughout the bunker during that time, playing with dolls and whatever else her little mind could muster.

—

The timer went off, a repetitive ding, Dean and Annie running back into the kitchen. Dean gave Annie a piggyback, since they were playing horse and princess previously.

Turning the timer off, Dean placed Annie down on the counter, her little legs swinging off the edge. Watching as he pulled the cake out of the oven with potholders, the fresh cake filled the room with a delicious smell, as Dean placed it on the counter.

Annie reached over to touch the cake, filling the room with a yelp as she recoiled in pain, a small blister forming. Tears started to well in her eyes, her bottom lip quivering. Dean jumped at the yelp, concern etching his features, as he quickly pulled her into his arms.

“Oh honey,” Dean had murmured, rubbing her back. “It’s okay,” He kissed her forehead, his thumbs gently wiping the tears from her cheeks, bringing her to the sink. “Here,” He murmured. “This’ll help with the sting,” Dean turned the tap on cold, holding her pointer finger under the cold tap, Annie’s little sniffles slowly dissipating.

“You okay now?” Dean asked in a soft murmur, crouching down a bit to be at her height, looking at her with warm concern. Annie nodded, wiping her eyes once more, still holding her burnt finger out. “can we put a bandaid on it?” She asked quietly, making dean smile a bit. “of course we can, honey.”

One bluey bandaid, and a lot of boo-boo kisses later, they came back to the kitchen to decorate the cake, dean removing it from the pan. The cake was still a little too warm, crumbling and tearing a bit as they took it out of the pan. A slightly disappointed sigh left Dean's lips, trying not to beat himself up over the imperfections of the cake, he looked to Annie for her reaction. The smile he saw on her face changed his disappointed expression, smiling at how happy she was over it, realizing that it didn’t matter about looks, it was the thought that counts.

The two of them covered the cake in pink icing- once again Annie’s pick, placing sprinkles all over, and dean wrote - as neatly as he could - “happy anniversary” on the top. Annie stole swipes of the icing, trying to be sneaky, although her adorable giggles gave her away every time.

Dean got a text from you, letting him know that you were almost home. Quickly, Dean carried the plate with the cake over to the table, placing it on the little display he’d laid out. The pink roses were in a vase, the necklace he bought you was wrapped, and the cake was made. They just had to patiently wait for you to get home.

Around five minutes later, the sound of your car pulling into the Bunkers garage alerted them that you were back. Annie hid behind the chairs, waiting for you to enter.

Once you entered, she jumped out, yelling “Surprise!” Making you laugh.

A soft gasp left your lips at the arrangement, putting your things down, and quickly hugging dean.

The three of you had cake, and laughed at the frosting all over Annie’s face. It was a pretty damn good anniversary.

thank you to my sweet goober @snburntandsad for proofreading 💗

taglist: @titsout4jackles @deansbeer @ungodlydilf @snburntandsad @honeyryewhiskey

[wizisbored]

wip wednesday sentences for 29/1

the paranormal investigative society of dormitory four @brucethegirl @eriquin @meggiejolly @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin

“We want to hear it from your perspective,” Delia insists. “We’ve only gotten a brief explanation of what you told your matron, that’s not quite enough to see the full picture.”

“You should have been getting it from me from the start! But no, my dad would rather gossip to you than talk to me about it. It’s been a week! You had all week to call and ask me about it but you only ever talked about it behind my back!”

Delia and her dad shake a look, as if it wasn’t already clear enough that it’s them against her. Lydia glares at her father.

“Lydia,” Delia says gently, “I know you’re upset, but we’re trying to get everything straightened out now.”

“So why haven’t you apologised? Dad, you can see you’ve upset me, why won’t you apologise?!”

“I- Lydia, I’m sorry, I-”

netherborne @dreamed-for-not

“Well, it’s looking like you’re going to be here for a few days- or sleeps, I suppose. Is there anything you want from your room for while you’re here? A book, maybe?”

the running iron @dreamed-for-not @aparticularbandit

“So it’s manual labour Mr Dean wants me for, then.”

“Hush, Lydia. It’ll only be one more train ride and a short walk, and we’re done.”

She’s let off the boxcar for the last time with the sun just a little past overhead. They just need to go a way down the tracks, Oscar tells her, and they set off plodding along. It’s almost like the very start of the journey, Lydia following along after his horse, but this time the harness is making her bags a good lot heavier. Almost immediately, she can see where they’re headed; there’s a work site along the tracks, just outside this latest desert town, and given everything else that’s happened since she left home she wasn’t expecting anything much better.

its not me @hurricanebreeze @tamsinswriting @kitten-kokomo @auburnlaughter @rainy-weather-supremacy @catboy-jupiter @zyrafowe-sny @whimsicalmeerkat

“You can come in,” she calls hoarsely. Ballister enters the room with a strained-looking smile, looks around briefly, and then decides on turning her desk chair around to sit there.

“What did you wanna talk about?” Nimona asks. He looks nervous. She doesn’t like how nervous he looks.

“Well, I think… Given the current situation - for your own safety - you need to appoint a legal power of attorney.”

Nimona blinks hard, wiping drool from her chin. “Huh?”

“You don’t have any blood relatives, or legal family-”

“Alright, you don’t have to rub it in.”

“-Which means there’s nobody that can legally make medical decisions for you if you… can’t.”

Nimona’s brow furrows. “What are you saying? If I can’t? You mean when the rabies gets bad?” Her breath is starting to grate on her throat again. She hauls herself up into a sitting position. “Who- Who gets to say when it’s bad enough I don’t get to make decisions anymore? You think it’s already getting bad, don’t you?! You think I’m losing it!”

“Nim-”

“Who gets to say?! If I go with that doctor tomorrow then- does she-? And then what?! There’s nobody to make decisions, then what? Is it up to the doctor I’ve talked to once? Do I get handed over to the state?!” She puts her head in her hands, her breathing picking up, her heart pounding against her ribs. She didn’t think about this. She never had to think about this. The whole brain-frying virus thing never used to be anyone’s business but hers, and now the government’s getting involved?

from the back of a blood red mare @twyrewolf @somefishycat @stonemaskedtaliesin

Nimona barges her way out of the saloon’s batwing doors a few minutes later with her arms full, slipping a couple of freshly stolen bottles into her saddlebags as she goes. Once that’s done she’s able to sling the saddle more comfortably over her shoulder as she trudges down to the general store the boss was heading to. A peek around the door confirms he’s still in there, and rather than returning to bothering him she decides to post guard outside. She drops the saddle, takes a seat on it, and pulls her sketchbook from the saddle bags so she can doodle between scans of the street. It’s fairly quiet; Nimona figures the town doesn’t have enough of a population to ever really be busy. Each time she looks up to see someone on the street they’re never doing anything interesting, or just being interesting in general.

That changes when her ears are pricked by the sound of enough hoofbeats to indicate that there has to be more than three horses in whatever posse just showed up. Nimona keeps her head down, trying to look out of the corner of her eye enough to count. One set of white horse ankles, one set of black horse ankles, one-

[annabellelupin]

thoughts I've had while re reading poa as a marauders fan, part one (chapters 1 - 4)

(id just like to point out this is my first time reading the books since middle school and first time I've read the books since I became a marauders fan in 2020)

chapter 1

- ok so ye the Weasleys are really poor, but if they're "extremely poor" you'd figure they'd use their money for something other than a vacation

-I forgot sweet little hedwig existed djdjdjdkdjd

-someone please eat the rat

-let the future cat have him pleaseeeee

-why did I start to dislike hermione so much again??? maybe it's just movie hermione I hate and I can't remember the differences between the two

chapter 2

-why are most of the antagonistic characters portrayed as fat and why is the fact that dudley is obese brought up so many fucking times like that seems pretty fat phobic of you Rowling

- when actually reading and thinking about the Harry potter books and movies I imagine the actor that played sirius and not the fanart marauders sirius I'm more used to, and apparently his hair is depicted as elbow length in the books not shoulder length WE WERE ROBBED. could have had long haired sirius with a bun in ootp

- also I swear marauders Era Sirius and golden trio era Sirius (so canon and fanon sirius) are two completely different people in my mind

- also forgot "muggle" news talked about sirius

-just finished the chapter and seriously he is so sassy (guess that's what you get when you're Sirius and marlenes godson, and James and Lily's actual son)

- also I really fucking hate how much mental abuse is glazed over here like????

- it happens every summer and he's forced to return to his abusers like wtf

- this is why I don't like Dumbledore very much

chapter 3

-forgot padfoot wasn't like an actual dog sized dog

-lowkey forgot about padfoot in general ngl

-bro harry are your really throwing precious and innocent Neville under the bus rn come on dude seriously

-ok like when they mention Sirius I can't help to think of the dramatic, gay, Remus obsessed Sirius from all of the wolfstar text posts I've read

-also the fact they have to clarify what a gun is in the wizard news is wow

-same with Ron not knowing how to use a phone

-no wonder these people keep having Wizarding wars and unstable teachers at their schools

- love how this 13 year old kid is panicking over the possibility of going to wizard prison for breaking one rule

-also side note the more I read the more I feel like Daniel Radcliffe portrayed him super well

- hedwig supremacy

- "ur the literal wizard president" "yea but I'm not ur guardian dumbass I can't sign ur permission slip what in hell is this"

- why is reading stans parts so fucking hard

chapter 4

- ah Florean Fortescue the one genuinely nice adult in these books (isn't he like Alice's dad or something?) I just remembered her last name is actually more or less a headcanon uhhh that's fun

- the Irish quidditch team are actually mentioned along with the quidditch world cup even Harry's checkin out the firebolt

- coincidence that Dean and Seamus are mentioned at the same time? I think not

- seriously jkr why do you keep giving kids abusive gaurdians and acting like it's nothing (talking about Neville and his grandmother)

- "...Ron looking incredibly freckly, Hermione very brown..." (pg 55 in my book). when first reading this part years ago I registered it as Hermione was black/poc and not that she was just tan from the sun lmao

- I swear crookshanks was James' old cat and that's why he hated peter

- also Percy wow this why you don't befriend stray rats man

- the things this rat has seen go on in Percy's and Oliver's dorm room....

- still probably not as bad sharing a dorm with Remus and Sirius tho

- I love the twins sense of humor

- but guys stop messing with my precious baby Percy he's just- an autistic overachiever doing his best guys

- ..."he lost everything..." Yes Sirius did in fact lose almost everything Arthur but not bc what you think happened dude

- "he's safe with Dumbledore-" yea fucking right /sar

- "stationniong soul sucking demons around a school is such a good idea hehehehe" /sar

- literally there's no fucking way McGonagall thought Sirius did it- literally fucking refuse to believe that she did

going to start another post for chapter 5 bc oh boy it's going to be long

[deathofthelastromantics-blog]

"They were our bruises to poke at, and yours to stay away from."

[lilac-lemonade]

Me: I didn't put Supernatural on because I didn't think you liked it. I can put it on now.

My dad: Eh, it's growing on me. I'm getting used to the characters. We've got Dean and Not Dean.

[mmarz23]

hi i made a tattoo/scar reference for myself of my version of dean :))) i labeled all of his tattoos (no the wings are not a tattoo)

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Yes!

my only joy is drawing the antithesis of kripke’s vision

[lakemichigans]

i don't even like destiel but if you can't beat em join em

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

outsider pov deancas, 2.4k, based after the good finale. for @bloodsigilsandpie <3

"it's happening."

natasha returns to the kitchen, her otherwise suppressed glee betrayed by the glint in her eyes as she declares to the entire room. "they're on a date."

chloe's the first to react, or rather, the spoons in her hand that promptly drop back into the foam are. "no way."

"way." farah rushes close to natasha, gushing. "did they tell you?"

natasha sniffs, depositing the plates in the sink with her back turned to her eager audience.

"do you think they told me?"

she doesn't wait for an answer, turning around and leaning back against the counter.

"of course they didn't tell me. but i," she smirks. "i could tell."

"oh, you could tell." hutch repeats mockingly, and a few others snicker. "nat, we're talking about the trenchcoat dude who never smiles, and big-car-black-coffee-loyal-to-the-pie guy. no one has ever been able to tell anything with those two. and they don't look anything more than unlikely work friends to me either."

"unlikely work friends don't look at each other like that!" farah chastises immediately.

"fine. unlikely work friends with repressed homosexual urges from the 80's."

"hutch, if you're going to insult my date-dar, do it to my face!" natasha scowls, earning herself another eyeroll and a defensive palms-up gesture from the skeptic sous-chef.

"he literally just did." chloe mutters, ever the devil's advocate, before farah interrupts. she'd always been their resident 'trenchcoat dude who never smiles and big-car-black-coffee-loyal-to-the-pie guy' shipper. there tend to be one of those for all such couples the waitstaff discusses on the regular, really.

"so, how can you tell? what's different?"

"well for one," natasha grins. "trenchcoat dude's not wearing his trenchcoat."

a commotion of gasps come up from arguably most stations of the kitchen — even those who weren't a part of the discussion before.

"is it on the back of his chair? did car-guy help him take it off?" farah instantly pipes up, her eyes wide and hopeful. (hutch and her are the newest waiters, natasha remembers with a midge of distaste. sometimes it's too obvious.)

"no. it's nowhere in sight." she admits, eyebrows raised.

"maybe it ripped." that's hutch.

"maybe he finally realized that thing was doing nothing for him." dallas. everybody knows he's got a thing for trench coat dude though, so nobody bats an eye.

"maybe car-guy told him." chloe shrugs.

"hey, maybe somebody else did." hutch again.

"that's not the point." natasha butts in. "car-guy's better dressed too. i don't know much about old people fashion — chloe, if you don't stop looking at me like that — but i think ascots are supposed to be fancy."

"he wore a what —" several voices echo, and just then, freya enters the kitchen, beaming. (second year at the diner, loads of tattoos, and has a lovely girlfriend at the domino's across the street. natasha likes her.)

"you guys'll never guess what happened."

hutch and dallas sigh in unison, and farah giggles a little. "you won't guess what happened here either!"

"me first. trenchcoat dude and car-guy are on a date."

chloe snorts, picking up two prepared plates of food from one of the side chef's stations, and setting off out the door freya just entered from. important to find a job-gossip balance and all that.

natasha turns to the new informant. "what did you see?"

"car-guy asked trenchcoat what he wanted for dessert." freya beams.

"this just in, men can learn manners." hutch inputs before exiting with his own tray.

"car-guy might always order the pie but it looks mutual!" farah points out indignantly but he's gone already.

nevermind, he'll be back in five.

"and what did trenchcoat say?" natasha asks, ignoring the other two.

"milkshake," freya replies, writing it on a post-it as she says it.

"one shake, two straws." farah gasps. "come on, frey. tell me it was one shake, two straws."

"two shakes, two straws." she scribbles away.

"maybe they're gonna share both." farah quickly supplies.

"nobody does that, farah." dallas retorts, and natasha makes a face at him, not willing to kill the former's hopes just yet. farah tends to get this forlorn look on her face when things go wrong — and it always reminds natasha of her dead cousin.

she clears her throat.

"look, it can be a date without the shared milkshake, people." a few thoughtful sounds come up, the gates swing, and chloe walks back in. "plus, we've still got all the staring, the lingering looks over the menu, the soulful eyefu —"

"but that's everyday, nat." freya sighs.

"it's different today —"

"— you know it isn't —"

"— and i can prove it." natasha finishes, earning herself looks of surprise from almost everyone around. she can, though. the diner's got a valentines discount on milkshakes all month, she can approach them about it. trenchcoat and car-guy don't have to know it's not just for couples. and on the (really, really) offchance that they aren't one, natasha could always just minus the discount from the total anyway and no one would be the wiser.

the idea had just come to her but she was fairly sure she could swing it.

farah had already picked up a tray with two soup bowls and a dish of croutons, but she puts it down, and replaces the to-be-forlornness with excitement. "how?"

"i'll," natasha smirks again. "talk to them."

another round of gasps. in this kitchen, the people were nothing if not dramatic.

this time, freya's the one who asks, "how?"

"well, i haven't waitressed for twelve years just to go about rattling off trade secrets, kids." natasha winks, and a few of them make indignant noises because only about one third of the staff was what could broadly be called new. most of them had been there for years, and were practically a part of her family now. but she picks up her own tray smoothly, conveniently having been slid to her counter just then, and sets off — to an audience of hopeful believers (and dallas)'s matching stares.

(natasha isn't exactly free of the flair for drama she'd just accused everyone in this kitchen of.)

once outside, she makes a beeline for the table her tray is actually for, leaves them it, and quickly heads for the infamous trenchcoat and car-guy table.

this is so going to work.

"so then i cut his —" car-guy stops mid-sentence, spotting her. a part of natasha seethes to know what he 'cut off', but being fodder for the kitchenstaff's are-they-dating games didn't take away their rights to privacy, and she respected those. the car-guy smiles shortly at her. "what's the matter," his eyes flick down to her nametag, flick right back. (definitely a good sign; most men linger.) "natasha?"

she puts on her best smile. "it's about the milkshakes."

"is there a problem?" car-guy eases into a wider smile. "do you not have them, not a single one, and do we have to order pie instead?"

car-guy's partner shakes his head exasperatedly. "dean, i hardly think that's what she'd be here about."

"well, a guy's gotta dream." car-guy — dean — instantly says, and goes back to his burger while trenchcoat speaks up instead.

"what's the matter?"

natasha doesn't let her smile budge. it's a hell of a customer service smile, she's been told. "i actually came here to ask if you would like me to add the date dessert discount on the milkshake. it's an all-february thing. not on all items." she clarifies, a reflexive response for why it hasn't come up before.

genius.

dean looks a little cornered — trenchcoat just looks confused.

"i don't understand." he says, after a moment's pause. "the milkshakes cost less just if dean and i are here on a date...?"

"it's not —" she balks a little at his seriousness. "it's actually not that big of a difference."

"that's...alright." trenchcoat tilts his head, and natasha suddenly realizes she's physically fighting the urge to stare. shit, dallas isn't half-wrong. "but why just milkshakes?"

dean lets out an uncomfortable laugh. "capitalism trying to crap all over the free man's heart and the supremacy of pie not enough reason for ya, cas?"

natasha stifles a smile.

that's actually a good line. maybe car-guy deserves more credit than just loyal-to-the-pie.

trenchcoat — okay, cas, at least while she's out here — still looks a little doubtful (and she has no idea why) but he nods at dean, and then looks up at her and nods again. "add the discount."

natasha has to resist the urge to let her jaw drop.

this entire conversation, she'd practically been sure they were heading towards a rejection of the 'date' clause. and her gut told her they weren't lying either.

well, well. always thrilling to be right.

"and thank you for telling us about it." cas continues, and her practised smile returns immediately. probably a little less obligatory.

"of course."

and dean still looks like he'd rather cut more whatever-he-was-talking-about's off rather than be here right now, so natasha goes to leave. but cas stops her right before she's out of reach.

"excuse me." he's the one smiling this time. "if you're not busy right away, could you tell us what other items are eligible for the february date discount?"

dean facepalms. "come on, dude."

cas gives him a look — and natasha was right, of course she was right, that's not a exasperated 'friend' look. "i'd like to know, dean."

to natasha's knowledge, they've never had trouble paying for anything before (hernandez, she thinks one of their surnames is, she's seen it on a card) but she can't object to 'cas' asking, of course. curiosity is also a well-off man's right.

"why?" dean asks vehemently, before she can start to rattle off the list.

"because," cas answers levelly. actually, he kind of sounds like he's using his dad voice. maybe he is a dad. "i think it's strange that we've never gotten the discount before, while we've been eating lunch here almost this entire month."

it's again hard for natasha to not just stare gapmouthed at them.

"those have been dates." she realizes belatedly and out loud, and receives a weird, distasteful look from dean, and an immediate nod from cas that makes her blurt out, "so this isn't your...first date."

they're dating.

oh, farah was going to lose her mind.

"is that a requisite clause?" cas asks politely, while dean just scrubs his face with a hand.

"no." she tells cas truthfully. "i'm sorry, i just assumed it was. your first, i mean."

"lady, we certainly don't look first date aged to me." dean butts in, not hostile, but like it's something that irks him. "and we've been married four years, so one would desperately hope it's not our first date, y'know."

married.

they're friggin' married.

natasha is an idiot, and her date-dar is probably due for an early retirement.

they've been married for four years.

"i'm...very sorry." she apologizes, mortified. "i had no idea. i —"

"it's fine." this time, dean's smiling, and cas's confused frown is back. it's like they take turns. natasha is almost grateful for it, to be fair, because both those smiles directed at her would've been a helluva lot more distracting. "really doesn't matter. and yeah, sure, add the milkshake discount but don't worry about the list of items." he turns to cas. "just have sam look it up for you when we get home. please."

cas seems to be prepared to acquiesce to that but natasha can't help her own curiosity this time. "is that your son?"

and she's halfway to regretting it the moment she registers having said it, even though thankfully neither of them look too offended. in fact, cas is back to smiling.

"he's dean's brother." cas tells her. "he's the one with jack right now." he pauses. "it's easier because he and eileen live with us."

"yeah, an in-house sitter who doesn't even like going out is really a department we won in." dean grins, solely at cas. as if he's momentarily forgotten all about natasha's presence (that had clearly been making him uncomfortable talking in front of, earlier) in just looking at his husband. natasha sends out a quick pre-prayer for farah. "sucks for eileen though."

"eileen is very happy with your brother, dean." cas chastises, his eyes nothing but affectionate even then, and natasha's head reels with how much she has to tell the waitstaff today.

they're going to friggin' adore her.

"so jack is your son," she confirms, less wary of their reaction to her question now that they looked to have settled into their own silent conversation.

"he's our son, yes." cas replies, simply.

"like, you and him." she flashes a smile at dean.

"us and sam." cas corrects, and dean facepalms again. for her part, natasha can do little more than blink.

"but —"

"it's complicated." dean cuts her off suddenly, and she flinches. he didn't even deny it, just...sidestepped it.

"i — i see." natasha clears her throat, still looking at cas in bewilderment.

cas probably doesn't notice because he's talking to dean again. "it's significantly less complicated than claire's parentage, dean. she has over six parental —"

jesus christ.

"aaand that's enough trivia for date night." dean interrupts loudly again, definitely for the best, because natasha was standing there like a thoughtless statue at this point. his raised voice shakes her out of her reverie, and she vaguely calculates the chances of crashing into a table if she tried to walk away right away.

"i'll," she mumbles instead, drawing in a breath forcefully. "i'll be back with your milkshakes."

"thank you!" cas calls after her as she half wobbles on her heels back to the kitchen.

inside, she puts her empty tray on the metal counter and her hands on both sides of it, bowing her head, and almost immediately ending up surrounded by a plethora of people — most of whom, in normal circumstances, would just have been eavesdropping from their respective stations.

farah's the first to ask, followed by hutch.

"so?"

"what did you find out?"

natasha closes her eyes. "they're married."

this time, the commotion is the largest yet. but she isn't done.

"and every single one of their meals here have been dates." freya pumps her fist, chloe squeezes farah's hand, and dallas tsks under his breath. the 'gallery' watchers appear ready to join in the cheering as well today. but the entire kitchen senses she isn't done yet, and waits fidgetingly for the rest of it.

"and," natasha swallows. "they're almost definitely in a cult."

[wildwomanbluess]

I believe in post-canon dad dean forming a punk band supremacy

[karah-misses-cas]

Whew I LOVE my cowboy boyfriends

06x18 Frontierland || Cowboys Are Frequently, Secretly Fond of Each Other - Willie Nelson || 06x08 Frontierland || “it weren’t the whiskey he were tryna savour” - s4mm4n || 15x12 Galaxy Brain || Winds Change - Orville Peck || 13x06 Tombstone

[versifur]

~||• Give me the kiddos 🤲🏻

Mike, Will, Dustin, Eleven, Lucas, Max

Dad Dean supremacy.

Thanks

[seenthisepisode]

sometimes i think hell yes human cas endgame supremacy. he didn't belong with the angels, "much of the time he would rather be here" and he deserved to grow old and happy. and then the other part of my brain is like ding dong you are wrong and you are putting dean and destiel in the center of it while you should be putting cas. cas was a human and he hated it, it was nothing but a traumatic experience, he was overwhelmed with emotions and he missed his wings. he would be scared of becoming human again because he has his "usefulness" issues. it would be cruel to put him through it again and even worse if what was left of his grace was removed once again without his consent. seeing him recover and seeing his wings healed, possibly thanks to jack's powers, would be much better for him after all he went through. and then the first part of my brain is like but he wouldn't be able to spent a human lifetime with dean! and that is what he wanted and shouldn't he be granted what he wants after everything? even if, from a bitter cas stan perspective, it wouldn't be whats best for him? well yes, but then what about jack: does he have to become human too or does he stay a nephilim and has to witness his dads grow older and die as he stays a half celestial never getting older being? it would be good for both cas and jack to embrace their angelic nature and become the good forces in the world while still keeping up with the winchesters. but they would have to watch them die, idiot! but they could always visit in heaven!!! but it wouldn't be the same!!! CAS WANTED HIS WINGS BACK—

mcdonald's employee witnessing me arguing with myself while waiting for my nuggets: 👁️👄👁️

[deathofthelastromantics-blog]

Daddy's little helper

[lifemessesofkj]

New Episode (season!) Alert! KJ, Meredith, and Emmie are kicking off season 2 with a serious meeting of the John Winchester Hate Club! Sam and John but heads as Dean's life hangs in the balance, Dean fights for his life, and this podcasting trio advocates for Bobby Singer dad supremacy. #supernatural #supernaturalopinions #samwinchester #deanwinchester #johnwinchester #jeffreydeanmorgan #jensenackles #jaredpadalecki #azazel #inmytimeofdying #tessathereaper #fredriclehne #lindseymckeon #jimbeaver #bobbysinger #carrieannefleming https://www.instagram.com/p/CZZfFHFrBA6/?utm_medium=tumblr

[katewaliss]

! write with me or fight with me!

you either die by my sword or the most painful head canons imaginable! *merida vc* choose yer fate

just kidding!

 hey there gaymers, i am crissy! i am 22, live in pst, go by she/her pronouns and honestly would very much like a distraction from life -- preferably in the form of 1x1 and rp in general. i am currently doing online school plus trying/failing at adulting, being a crazy pink haired college student living on microwave dimsum with my crazy fluffy demon cat, but that still leaves me with a lot of time and what better way to spend that time then crying and dying, am i right, boys? 

so without further ado ( adieu? idk gusundheit ) here are a list of discomboblulated plot things that have been floating around in my head that i might be fun to do ( plot fragments, ideas, ocs, fcs i like, settings, genres etc )! i’d prefer a message if u liked any of these in the inbox or dm form, my tumblr ims are open and my discord user is mr. worldwide#2918 ( pitbull supremacy ) but if ur shy i will message u and be annoying! 

lastly: i prefer hcing in the dms to replies, however i will do replies/ask memes slowly, i don’t really like making blogs and prefer google docs/discord and i ask ( gently and respectfully ) that minors do not interact.

thank u and happy hunger games! xx

COLLEGE TOTALLY SPIES -- i was really obsessed with this picture right here and i thought that the picture would be a good premise for a little four person group based on totally spies. i was thinking that these three college students/young adults some friends maybe not some enemies or just on completely different ends of the social agenda get bonded together when they accidentally end up roped in a top secret spy organization that is fronted by a record store. the details and flesh of the plot i think would be cute to figure out all together maybe in a google doc or a big discord so we can make the rp to perfect world building specifications. right now i have two spots open! 

my friend lexi over at comradc has taken the cool goth asian girl and is using lyrica okano

i am playing the freckly backwards hat lesbian in the red polo named aj mccallis and i think im using diana silvers ( not sure might switch to tati rodriguez )

we also have the cute blond girl w the dyed hair who is giving me kind of like sydney sweeney energies, blonde girl maybe like lalisa manoban/jinsoul,

and we have the rad black girl with the bandids who i would only accept black fcs for for such as diamond white, ryan destiny, salem mitchell, 

i’d prefer if this stayed kind of sapphic and female and enby friendly. we can def make make npcs and characters but i’d prefer if the characters looked like they do in the picture ( minus the white girls who can be racebent as long as there are vibes ) mostly bc i want the poc people to stay the correct poc! but yeah! if u like this message me specifically!!!!! seperately and hit me w a role ud like maybe an fc an idea anything < 3 im working on a google doc and discord sever

- i really want to play a himbo skater boy evan mock like its my dream i know nothing abt him other than he probably goes by something like mouth or juice or tris or dex or dante but !!!! he has buzzed hair he buzzes designs into, does stick n pokes, hates cops, will kiss anyone, likes to mosh at house shows, smokes a lot and sounds like crush from finding nemo, probably ur parents worst nightmare if im honest rodrick heffley energy -- adopt him for any plot

- i also really am obsessed with simay barlas who is my mascot rn -- i want to play her in some sort of dark academia setting with like gossip girl blair waldorf energies lu from elite and have her be really mean and cold and pretentious and play the cello and probably have secrets and be uptight idk the name mallory is resonating hard w me ( we could even do a gossip girl the secret history type group if people liked that ) 

-ok i also really really want to play streak aka silas montgomery who is like very like sidekick best friend to the golden boy main character, does a kick ass goat impression, class clown, relentlessly hits on like the most difficult person in school, does crazy things for laughs and attention, just wants to make people happy, only wears hawaiian shirts, finger guns, is going nowhere in life, his dad is probably the dean at whatever prestigious school also he is very very depressed and drinks often! love u! a I Feel Like Im The Worst So I Always Act Like Im The Best electra heart baby PINTEREST

also yes his hair is pink reg verse he did it on a dare but hp verse he did a potion wrong and it never came out

SOMEONE DO A LADY HANNIBAL WILL GRAHAM RP KILLING EVE RP W ME! i made this will graham adjacent gal for a genderbent hannigram rp her name is bisexual disaster enida johnson and sometimes goes by needy or will bc her middle name is willamena! has basically all the will things wears flannels is a mess but has a bunch of cats instead of dogs in her woods log cabin and im using crystal reed bc it fits perfect in my head idk if u like her hmu hit me w a lady hannibal PINTEREST

other stuff

ok i really want to do a princess and knight plot but with knight zendaya and princess anya taylor joy ???? ALKHALKSHALK LITERALLY HELLO literally modern or like dnd style i do not care but know i love dnd! we could make it like them goin on some skyrim quests like hi

speaking of dnd and skyrim if anyone wants to do like anything based in dnd stuff or skyrim stuff i am DOWN

jennifers body plot!!!! maybe set in college!!!!! sounds spicy i will do a f/f or m/m version leggo leggo 

UNTIL DAWN UNTIL DAWN!!!! i wanted to do a little like 6 person or mumu until dawn thing where everyone either makes new characters or characters based on the existing six! i made a girl adjacent josh character named riley PINTEREST who i love very much ( fc might change im thinking maybe medallion rahimi ) pls hmu if ur down

i looooooove breakfast at tiffanys!!!! like i really love breakfast at tiffanys we love a call girl broody author ship and i want to play a mishti rahman holly golightly type character so so bad 

pygmalion plot!!! basically like an author and the main character of their book comes to life and the book character is probably from a different period of time or realm so doesnt know how to do modern 2020 stuff like microwaves and the tv! and then maybe they get sucked into the characters book world thats written by the author and have to navigate that! enchanted! w the kdrama! energy!

GOSSIP GIRL PLOT ENERGIES

any sort of the secret history murder society until dawn ahs horror type setting i am on a kick rn 

i still really want a deaf sailor and siren plot bc that is so spicy or even like anything involving sirens like maybe one thats like vegetarian and doesnt like to eat humans so it ariel rescues one and keeps it safe!! or like only men are susceptible to the sirens song but aha! i am a woman! Romance!

anything in the realm of percy jackson i love mythology lets go i kind of want a echo narcisuss plot and i want it to hurt me so bad 

i will do harry potter stuff but only if its completely removed from the current canon like years in the future no existing families also maybe beauxbatons salem and drumstrang plots bc thats what matters

iiiiiiiii really like anime so i will do anything kakegurui, soul eater, ohshc

i kind of like grew up on the hunger games so i will gladly take any hunger games plots like young effie and haymitch is spicy or like a career tribute and one of the weaker poorer distracts enemies to lovers leggo

i have a kind of oc that had their parents die in a factory gas leak that was the governments fault and it turned them into a vigilante assasin that is slowly picking off bootlicker government people one by one pretending to be one of them until bam! gets attached to the rich asshole son or daughter of the head hauncho or one of the higher ups ... drama

rich little celebrity fussy wussy being held captive by the mafia and the tired stoic mafia guard but they fall in love 

i kind of like any plot that involves one person that is really loud or angry or dramatic or whiny and the other one is kind of sweet and gentle or does not talk much idk make brain happy 

speaking of!

no nonsense law student studying abroad in a european country and an artist there falls in love w them and is all romantic and gush and is like ur my muse!!! and they are like Go awAy and they explore the city together and themelseves its nice!

i want to be an avan jogia super villain idk why i need to but i do 

not to be a disney adult bc i am not but anastasia princesses dont kiss kitchen boys 

rival cheer captians? best friends brother? pop princess celebrity singer and like antiestablishment really angry rockstar in a publicity relationship? broody detective and sunshiney diner person that works at the diner they eat at everyday?

idk i will think of more hmu these can all be made f/f or m/m if they arent