#dean how dare you say her hair looks like sam winchesters

[sanguinewolves]

im so tired

[musicalbl00m]

Comforting embraces

Summary: Something is off with you after you and the Winchester boys all split up for separate hunts. Sam is determined to find out what is wrong and comfort you.

Word count: 1.2k

Early seasons!Sam x reader

no use of y/n

Not beta-read

Something was off about you, Sam knew it for sure. You and the boys were supposed to split up for one hunt, all of you having found cases that seemed simple enough to do on your own. While you were a little younger than the brothers, you had just as much experience in the hunting fields. Knowing this, Sam was surprised when he saw your caller id popping up on his phone after he had just finished his own hunt. 

You were distressed, to say the least. Sam had never heard you so panicked before. Something was wrong, very wrong about your case.

He had driven to you as quickly as he could to burn the bones you had laid out on the shore, sitting neatly in a pile with matches next to it. But when he arrived, you weren't on the shore. He had screamed your name while burning them, and after a little while he found you trying to haul a body onto the shore. Your victim hadn't made it, and Sam could tell it hit you harder than it usually would

After he dropped you off at the motel he booked for the two of you, he decided he was going to try to cheer you up by getting you your favourite treat. He was only gone for ten minutes, but when he came back he found you sitting on one of the beds, completely spaced out.

You hadn’t heard the door opening, nor the heavy footsteps of Sam placing the food on the table and walking over to you. Your mind was restless, and Sam could tell. 

“Sweetheart, are you alright?” He asked you, but there was no response. Hesitantly, he placed a hand on your shoulder. That seemed to snap you out of your trance.

“Hi there.” He said softly, giving you a gentle smile as he crouched in front of you to look at your face.

“Are you alright, Sweetheart? You seemed spaced out.” Worry laced his voice as he asked you, and he gently took your hands in his.

Sweetheart.

He always called you that. 

Both the Winchester boys knew you preferred to be called a nickname, as you’d never really got attached and identified yourself with your birth name. To Dean, you were Chipmunk. He gave that to you because he said you were ‘skittish, and you liked salty little snacks.’ He loved seeing your annoyed expression when he called you that, mostly because he knew that deep down, you loved the nickname.

But to Sam, you were always Sweetheart. 

The nickname always made your heart race. You and Sam had always been a little more close than you and Dean. There seemed to be a tension between the two of you that neither dared to venture beyond. 

After you realise Sam asked you a question, you softly shrug, looking down at his hands holding yours. 

“I don't know, Sam.” You whisper.

He looked at you for a little bit, unsure of how to comfort you best. He slowly lets go of your hands, sitting beside you and opening his arms, offering you a hug with a gentle smile. He knew you were affectionate, and lord knows sometimes you two were a little too close to be just friends.

You hesitate for a second before leaning into his embrace, your arms snaking around his waist and stuffing your face into his chest. He tries to gently angle your body to face him a little more, and you slowly pull one of your legs onto the bed to place over his lap. His hands gently stroke your hair, before soothingly rubbing your back. 

“What’s wrong, Sweetie?” He whispers to you, his face next to your ears as he softly rests his head against yours. 

You stay silent for a couple of seconds. Slowly but surely, Sam could feel your body start to tremble in his embrace as sobs start to fall from your lips.

“She looked so much like her, Sam.” he could hear you whisper against his chest, your face still hidden there.

“Look at me, Sweetheart.” He says gently, trying to lift your head up so he could look at you. 

“Tell me what’s going on.” 

He’s using that tone that makes you completely melt, some kind of mix of gentle caring and persuasion. It has you drying your eyes to look at him, but not without some soft sniff still coming from you.

“The victim, she… she looked so much like my mom, Sam. It was terrifying.” There was a small break in your voice, and it made Sam want to hide you in his embrace and keep you safe from the world forever. 

He knew what happened to your mom, The accident with a spirit when you were only 16. You had never said it out loud, but he knew that after all of these years, you still blamed yourself. You still thought it was your fault that you couldn’t save her, even though you were a child. You had grown up way too quickly, finding out about the supernatural only a year before your mother’s death. You had always been far too mature for your age, but the responsibility of being a hunter made it all much worse. 

He knew all too well what could happen to a person when they were given that responsibility too young. He saw what it did to his brother Dean, and it broke his heart to know that the same happened to you. 

One of the hands that was rubbing your back moves up to  stroke your hair, and he looks at you with a sad smile. 

“Sweetie, you know it’s not your fault. You did what you could for the victim, just as you did what you could for your mom. You can't blame yourself forever.” He says softly, his tone nothing but sweet and sincere.

“I know, i just… if i had just hadn't been so stupid, maybe i could have saved her.” You say, your voice still sounding a bit distressed.

“Hey, Look me in the eyes.” He tells you, smiling at you once you do.

“I’ve never met a more caring, hardworking and kinder soul than you. It wasn't your fault, you were a child. You shouldn't have had the responsibility of protecting your mom from all of this, and you shouldn't put yourself down because of what happened.” 

You can’t help but smile at his words, the smile on his face taking some of the stress from your body. Deep down, you knew he was right. You knew that you shouldn't have to blame yourself for your mother’s death, but you were alone at such a young age that you didn't have time to process it. 

“You know, I have an offer that might cheer you up.” He says to you softly, cradling your cheek. “I bought you your favourite, how about you go eat and we cuddle for a bit afterwards, okay?” he asks you, giving you those beautiful puppy dog eyes of his.

“I like the sound of that.” You say as you stand up from the hug, wiping your eyes and grabbing the food. 

The rest of the evening is spent eating food in bed with Sam, cuddled up against each other. That night, you fall asleep in the arms of the man you love, and Sam gets to admire the person he loves the most in the world. Not that he would ever tell Dean that.

[impala-dreamer]

Before The First Light

A Supernatural Story

~ With Michael pounding away in his head, ready to break free at any moment, Dean realizes he has no other choice but to do what Billie says and lock himself away forever. He hadn't planned on telling her, hadn't planned on a goodbye, but Y/N wouldn't let him leave without one more night...~

Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester

3,126 Words

Warnings: Angsty Angst. Kissy Kiss. Saddy Sad. 

A/N: This was a commission and I def made myself cry a bit. Please give it a reblog if you read it <3 

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She wasn’t quite sure she’d heard properly.

Something about a box and being buried in the deepest part of the ocean. Something about Dean locking himself away for all eternity to ensure that Michael stayed captive. Something about choosing everlasting torment instead of fighting, instead of looking for an answer. Something about leaving them all alone, leaving her alone.

When Mary called, Y/N hadn’t been far. She had been ‘borrowing’ a text from the library at Luther Seminary in St. Paul, something old and illustrated in gold foil. A book that Castiel thought would help. As soon as she heard the worry in Mary’s voice, she pointed her little Toyota towards Hibbings and pushed the gas pedal to the floorboard.

She stood now, silently staring into the barn; her small frame illuminated by the glow of sunset behind her. Sam and Dean were arguing, standing on either side of a large metal coffin. It was crudely made and inlaid with hand-formed sigils. The bitter scent of fading gas and burning metal hung in the air. The struggle in both of their tones struck her first; their words only becoming clear after the shock settled.

He had found a way to lock Michael away forever.

Moreover, he’d found a way to kill himself without actually doing it.

Y/N held her breath and clutched the doorframe. She knew if she moved, she’d fall; if she spoke, she’d break down.

“I won’t be talked out of this! I won’t…”

Dean’s voice hit her like a truck. Her chest ached and her stomach churned. She exhaled and bit back a cry.

Amazingly, Sam was silent. She could only see his back, but his tiny movements made it clear that he was unhappy but stuck between a mountain and a hard place.

“I’m doing this. Now, you could either let me do it alone,” Dean said, dropping the frustration and pleading with his brother. “Or… you could help me.”

She wanted to scream. At Dean or Sam, she couldn’t work out, but something needed to be said. Something needed to be done to stop him, change his mind, and slap some sense back into him.

“...But I’m doin’ this.”

Still, Sam was silent.

Y/N watched from the gap in the wooden door, awed by the way Sam seemed to give in. He shook his head slightly, looked away, and then back. He took a breath, his shoulders rising and falling as the decision formed in his mind.

“Alright.” His whisper was pained and Dean closed his eyes, letting go of a heavy sigh.

Y/N snapped.

She yanked open the door and glared at the Winchester idiots. She was shaking; blood rushing in her ears like a jet engine. With a quivering lip, she let out a roar twice the size of her petite frame.

“Alright?!”

Sam was startled, all but jumping out of his skin.

“What the fuck do you mean, alright?”

Dean seemed to curl in on himself. He hadn’t expected to see her, hadn’t even wanted to tell her what he had planned. He looked at her, sadness spread across his handsome face. “Y/N-”

She trembled in the doorway, her hair wild and glowing with the golden dregs of dusk. Her faith darkened like the sky.

“What is wrong with you!”

Sam turned to face her with wet eyes and a hopeless expression. “Y/N, it’s not-”

She took a step inside, body propelled forward as if it meant to strike them both down. “Don’t you dare say it’s not what I think. I know exactly what the fuck this is, Sam!”

She looked at Dean. His eyes were dry but tired. She knew how exhausted he was, how hard the last year had been for him. The possession, the release, the back and forth, and now- Michael pounding away in his skull like a thousand battering rams. Her heart broke for him and yet, she couldn’t hold back. “How could you?”

Her voice came out like a sick whisper, full of spears, aiming at the very core of him.

He flinched. He shook his head gently, unsure of how to tell her all the things he needed to. He wasn’t prepared for this, wasn’t ready - or willing - to say goodbye to her.

“How?” she asked again, tears breaking free and spilling down her face. They glistened in the final rays of sunset while she waited for an answer.

Dean looked down at the box. He ran his fingertips over the top and closed his eyes. The first task was done and he was resolved to see it through to the next. He just had to keep himself from cracking, from splitting open as he looked at his brother and his love. He had to steel his heart, and stay the course.

His hand curled into a fist.

“I’m sorry.”

He couldn’t look up at her, couldn’t manage more than a meager, breathy reply.

She laughed. It wasn’t funny, but she laughed. “You’re sorry?” Her hand fell from the splintered wood. “You’re sorry. You’re gonna do this and you’re sorry. We have watch you try to kill yourself - again - and you’re sorry.”

Again, his lips parted but nothing came out. There was no defense he could give, no reasoning that would make her OK with any of it.

Y/N grit her teeth, dug her heels into the creaky wood floor. She waited, silently begging him to say something- anything.

He looked up at her through thick lashes, his chin dipped low and his hands stuck on the lid of the coffin.

Anger and fear stormed in her chest and she shook her head, giving up.

She met Dean’s eye and frowned. “Fuck you.”

He didn’t even react. He knew he deserved it.

She turned to leave and Sam spoke up, his voice crackling with his own frustration and pain.

“Y/N, wait-”

Her head snapped back and she glared over her shoulder at him. “Oh. And fuck you too, Sam. Goddamn coward.”

The driveway was made of loose gravel and the month had been dry. Dust billowed under her sneakers as she ran from the barn, from reality, from him. She wasn’t really leaving- she’d never be able to fully walk away from him- but she knew if she stayed in that barn, she’d end up burning it down.

She heard him following. The rocks crunched under his boots and his breath was heavy. Crying while running wasn’t good for him.

She stopped a few feet from his car.

That goddamned Impala and the man driving it had changed her entire life, and she wasn’t about to change it again. Not this way. Not by losing him to a fucking box.

Dean caught up but she moved again before he could reach for her. His hand fell in the space she created between them.

“Can we talk about this?” he asked, voice gritty and low.

Y/N dropped her head and kicked at the gravel. “I don’t know, Dean. Can we?”

He took a step closer. “I want to.”

Spinning to look at him, she crossed her arms over her chest, symbolically keeping him away.

He was silent for a moment, unable to begin or even decide where to.

Y/N clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Well?”

Dean dropped his head. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t start that crap with me.”

“What crap?”

She sighed. “That puppy-dog, teary-eyed, apology crap. I don’t want it. It’s bullshit.”

He tensed. “It’s not bullshit.”

“If you’re sorry then why go through with it?”

Dean looked away and caught his breath. “You overheard us in there. You know why.”

“No.” She dropped her hands to her sides. “I want to hear it from you. I want to hear that you think the only way to save everyone- like always- is to sacrifice yourself.”

Frustration curled up his spine and Dean grit his teeth. “You can’t- it’s not that fucking simple, and you know it.”

“Oh?” She stood back and clenched invisible pearls at her throat. The fight was brewing, hot and fast. “Please, Dean, tell me what I know.”

His lips hung open slightly as he thought better of speaking and making things worse.

“Allow me,” she snapped. “I know that you’re always right and I’m just some nerdy, useless book worm that you keep around to keep Sam occupied when you don’t wanna do any work.” Her voice grew loud, her words clipped and harsh. Her hands flailed in the air between them. “I know that you’re this old, experienced man and I’m some idiot little girl who doesn’t know shit about shit. I know I’m just a fucking bootycall that happens to occupy a room near yours.”

He flinched with every word. Slow, unrelenting tears streaked down his stubbled cheek. She didn’t want to see them, didn’t want to watch the salt water leak down and disappear into the dust and rock beneath their feet. She didn’t want to feel sorry for him; didn’t want to let go of her anger.

She couldn’t ignore it, couldn’t see past the redness in his eyes, the way his lips turned downward.

Her heart broke again and again with each breath and every tear that fell.

“I know that… you’re going to fucking kill yourself because you think you’re weak.” Her volume fell, her voice cracked. “You think you’re going to fail and the world will end.”

Dean closed his eyes tight.

“You think that everything that goes bad in this world is your fault.”

He pulled in a shaky breath.

“You feed on guilt, Dean. You drown in it.”

Green eyes opened, found hers in the dim light.

“You don’t have to.”

“I do.”

His confession was barely a whisper, floating towards her like a lost feather. He was sad but resolute, unyielding in his plans.

She took a step closer, bent her ear his way. “What?”

“Guilt,” he echoed. “I do have to live with it. Because it’s mine. I did this, and I’m the only one who can stop Michael from breaking free.”

Y/N shook her head. “Why? Why like this? Because some fucking reaper who has been Death for all of five minutes says you have to? Why would you trust her?”

Dean laughed bitterly and swatted at the wetness on his cheek. “Why would she lie?”

“Why wouldn’t she lie?”

He turned away but Y/N grabbed the open flap of his flannel.

“Hey! Don’t fucking do that. Don’t walk away. Not this time.”

Dean exhaled hard and came back to face her. He closed a hand around hers, keeping her fingers locked around his shirt, not letting her go.

“I have to do this. I have to. And if you can’t understand that, then-” He shrugged. “Then I don’t know what else to say.”

Y/N bit her lip and nodded as she looked down at the ground. Night had fallen while they quarreled and the only light around them was the yellow glow coming from the house. Sam had shut the light in the barn when he left, giving them time alone to do what needed to be done.

When she looked back up, she was crying. Heavy, hot tears lined her eyes, and Dean sucked in a quick breath at the sight.

“I can’t let you do this,” she whispered.

“You’re not letting me do it,” he said softly, squeezing her hand. “I… I don’t care if you like it, or you agree with it. It has to happen. It will happen.”

Her lip trembled. She shook her head. “No…”

“Yes.” He went on, speaking slowly without a hint of indecision in his tone. “It will. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I’m sorry you had to find out like this. I should have been better to you. To Sam. I… I should have been better at everything. I should have been stronger. But this is what it is.”

Y/N grasped for any new idea, anything she could say to keep him with her. “What if we find something, what if Rowena… or Cas-”

“They’ve looked.”

She thrashed against him, trying to rip her hand away. “What if we find something and we can’t get you out! You’ll be trapped and we can’t get you out!” She pelted his chest with her fist, desperate to make him listen. “What if Chuck comes back and-”

“Stop it, Y/N.”

“What if he comes back and can fix it again like with Amara! He could do that!”

He grabbed her other hand, halting her attack.

“Stop it,” he breathed, trying not to hurt her. “Y/N, listen to me.”

“You’re the one not listening! Dean!”

She tugged her arms back, but he held her tight, dragged her closer.

“Why would you do this?” she sobbed, twisting in his grasp. Her wrists burned but she struggled all the same. “Why! You can’t! You can’t leave us!”

Lost and exhausted, Dean dropped her hands and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her against his chest. He locked his arms around her back, crushed her into his warmth, refusing to budge or let her loose.

“Shh…”

He kissed the top of her head.

“Shh… please…”

He rocked slowly side to side, soothing her as she splintered like a tree struck by lightning.

“Dean-”

“I know.” He kissed her again and loosened his grip. “I know.”

She pulled back and stared up at him, unable to speak, unable to think. The whole world was shattering around her and all she could see was him.

Tiny hands moved up his chest, clawing at the buttons, bunching up the black tee beneath.

“Dean…”

He felt the touch like the strike of a match and bent to kiss her lips.

She breathed into him and then pulled the air right back. She wanted the oxygen they needed to be the same; wanted a moment of connection before he was gone forever.

Dean needed it too. He came alive as his hands roamed her body. He dug his fingertips into soft flesh, pawed at her breasts, licked deep into her mouth.

Y/N backed up as he advanced and leaned on the cold metal of the Impala. Dean caught up quickly and tore at the thin shirt that covered her. She tugged it away; tossed it into the dirt.

“Please don’t leave me,” she whispered as he lifted her up, her lips shoved against his ear. “You can’t…”

Dean moaned as she spread her legs and let him slide between. She kissed every inch of his face, every freckle that she could see. He melted into her; fire and ice, anguish and lust fighting inside of him.

She licked at his lips; he snuck his hand into her jeans.

She nibbled at his ear; he moaned and rocked against her.

She clung to him like letting go would kill her.

He memorized her body so he could carry the touch with him until the end of time.

“We should go inside,” he croaked, breaking away enough to look down into her beautiful eyes. Strands of hair fell into her eyes and he swept it away. “It’s getting cold.”

Y/N dropped her hand down his body, her eyes following suit. “Don’t want to,” she confessed, her voice deeper and tinged with goodbye. “Not yet.”

Dean sighed, his soul heavy, his mind a mess. He cupped her face, holding her between his big, warm hands. “What am I gonna do with you?”

He’d asked it a thousand times before in jest, but this time it felt different. This time it hurt.

Hooking two fingers behind his belt, she tugged him forward an inch. There was hardly any space between them, but she needed what was there to shrink away.

“You can give me tonight,” she said sadly. “You can give me one last night before you go.”

He kissed away the tear that slid down her cheek.

“OK.”

The backdoor creaked open like it always did; the springs in the back squeaked when he lay down.

Y/N stood in the open air, stripping slowly while he watched from inside. Head propped up against the window and long legs stretched out over the bench seat, he stared at her silhouette. Haloed by the soft glow from the house, she looked like an angel- soft and beautiful and so perfectly made for him that his heart ached.

He reached for her and she slipped inside, climbing onto the worn leather and closing the door behind her. She sat on his thighs with her bottom lip snagged between her teeth and her hands on his stomach.

“You can still change your mind, ya know.”

Dean lay his hands on her legs and caressed the soft flesh of her inner thighs with his thumbs. He was unblinking, unyielding; certain.

“I won’t.”

Y/N nodded gently before falling down to kiss him again. If this was it, then she wanted to remember every second. No more talking, no more tears. Nothing but hungry lips and searching hearts, Dean and the rising moon.

It was cold in the car but they kept warm. They slept in each other’s arms, just a simple roll over from falling off the seat. Dean held her close and Y/N counted each beat of his heart. She realized sadly that one day her own heart would stop and his would still be going, kept alive for eternity by the Archangel trapped inside. She would be dead and Dean would live on and on forever, locked in torment until the universe collapsed and reality disintegrated, and maybe not even then would he be allowed to rest. Michael could keep him as long as he wanted, perpetually frozen in time even as time wore on.

She’d be dust and he’d be flesh and blood.

She’d be a memory and he’d be in his self-made hell.

He was sleeping so soundly, she didn’t want to move, but she had to go. There was a pain in her chest that expanded with each breath, a hole inside that grew with every second that she stared at him.

Carefully, she slid from his arms and out into the morning air. She gathered her clothes and grabbed the keys to her little Toyota.

She glanced back at the house, at the barn housing Dean’s final resting place. Sam would help him, she was sure. Mary would talk some sense into him. But she couldn’t stay. She couldn’t watch him go, couldn’t bear to see tail lights fade into the horizon.

The sky was changing: black to indigo and on to pink.

Y/N backed down the gravel driveway and was gone before the first light.

[wandering-winchesters]

Not So Wise

Requested: Yes, Hi could you do a fic where the winchesters sister has her wisdom teeth removed and is really nervous about it, then gets super loopy afterwards and Dean has a lot of fun getting some juicy gossip after. But he may get a bit more information than what he wanted…

Sitting in the dentist’s waiting room, you tried to keep your nerves in check, but it wasn’t easy. The idea of getting your wisdom teeth removed had been gnawing at you for weeks, and now that the day was finally here, the anxiety had ramped up to a whole new level. You glanced over at Dean, who was lounging casually in the chair beside you, flipping through a magazine like this was the most boring thing in the world. Meanwhile, Sam sat on your other side, ever the reassuring presence, offering you a calm, supportive smile.

“It’s gonna be fine,” Sam said, his voice soothing as always. “It’s a quick procedure. You’ll be in and out before you know it.”

“Yeah, and then we’ll get you all the ice cream you want,” Dean added, flashing you that trademark smirk of his. “But first, you gotta get through this. Don’t worry, though—I’ve got your back.”

You tried to take comfort in their words, but the butterflies in your stomach weren’t going anywhere. “What if something goes wrong? What if I say something weird afterward?” you asked, looking between your brothers with wide, anxious eyes.

Dean chuckled, reaching over to ruffle your hair. “Trust me, you’re gonna say something weird. That’s the best part.”

Before you could respond, the nurse called your name, and it was time. Your heart raced as you stood up, but Dean and Sam were right there with you, walking you to the door that led back to the surgery room. They both gave you encouraging smiles, and you took a deep breath, trying to focus on their support as you walked through the door.

The next thing you knew, you were waking up in a groggy haze, the world spinning slightly as you tried to get your bearings. You blinked, squinting against the bright lights, and realized you were lying in a reclined chair, a blanket draped over you. Your mouth felt numb and swollen, and you could vaguely taste blood, but it didn’t hurt—at least, not yet.

“Oh, look who’s awake!” Dean’s voice broke through the fog, and you turned your head to see him grinning down at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Sam was there too, looking more relieved than anything, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes as well.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Sam said softly. “How’re you feeling?”

You tried to answer, but all that came out was a garbled mumble. Your tongue felt like it was three times its normal size, and you weren’t entirely sure how to make your mouth work properly. Dean laughed at the sound you made, clearly enjoying this way too much.

“Aw, don’t worry, you’re still cute,” Dean teased, reaching out to gently pat your cheek. “So, anything you wanna share with us while you’re all loopy?”

Your brain was still catching up with the fact that you were no longer in the dentist’s chair, and everything felt a bit surreal. But Dean’s question registered, and you tried to think of something to say, something funny or lighthearted, but what came out surprised even you.

“I… I love you guys,” you slurred, your voice thick and barely coherent. “You’re the best brothers in the whole wide world.”

Dean’s grin softened a little, turning into something more genuine. “Well, we love you too, sis. But we already knew that. Come on, you gotta give me something juicier than that.”

You blinked at him, your thoughts swimming in a sea of anesthesia-induced fog. For some reason, you felt like talking—a lot. And not just about anything, but about everything. It was as if all the thoughts you’d kept tucked away, all the things you never dared to say out loud, were suddenly rushing to the surface, desperate to be heard.

“You know… I think Cas is really hot,” you blurted out, your eyes widening as the words tumbled from your mouth before you could stop them.

Dean’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and Sam stifled a laugh. “Oh really?” Dean drawled, leaning in a little closer. “Tell me more about that.”

“Yeah…” you mumbled, your head lolling to the side as you tried to gather your thoughts. “But like, not just ‘cause he’s an angel. He’s just… got that whole broody, mysterious thing going on, you know?”

Dean was grinning like a Cheshire cat now, clearly loving every second of this. “Broody, huh? You got a thing for the strong, silent types?”

You nodded, completely oblivious to how much you were revealing. “And his eyes… they’re so blue. Like, really blue. And sometimes, when he looks at me, I just… I don’t know, I get all flustered.”

Dean exchanged a look with Sam, who was trying (and failing) to keep a straight face. “Flustered, huh? That’s cute,” Dean said, unable to resist teasing you a little more. “So, what do you think about ol’ Sammy here?”

You turned your head to look at Sam, your gaze unfocused but sincere. “Sam’s… he’s like a giant teddy bear,” you said, your voice full of affection. “So smart and always looking out for me. But sometimes, I think he worries too much. Like, dude, chill. We’re gonna be okay, you know?”

Sam chuckled, clearly touched by your words despite the loopy delivery. “I’ll try to chill more, I promise,” he said gently.

Dean, however, wasn’t done yet. “So, you’re crushing on Cas, huh? Anything else you wanna confess while you’re in the mood?”

You stared at him, your brows furrowing as you tried to process the question. And then, without thinking, you said, “I had a crush on you once.”

The room went silent. Dean’s smirk vanished, replaced by a look of genuine shock. Sam’s eyes widened, and he looked between you and Dean as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right.

Dean cleared his throat, trying to play it off, but there was an edge to his voice now. “You, uh… you had a crush on me?”

You nodded, completely oblivious to the sudden tension in the room. “Yeah… when we were kids. But then I realized you were, you know, my brother… so that was weird.”

Dean let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, trying to laugh it off. “Well, that’s… uh, that’s good. Definitely weird.”

Sam looked like he didn’t know whether to laugh or feel awkward, so he settled for giving you a sympathetic smile. “That’s… understandable. We’ve all been through a lot together.”

You just nodded, your eyes starting to droop as the combination of the anesthesia and the emotional toll of the day began to take its toll on you. “I’m really tired now,” you mumbled, your voice growing softer.

Dean let out a relieved chuckle, gently patting your arm. “Yeah, I bet you are. Let’s get you home, okay?”

With Sam’s help, Dean carefully lifted you out of the chair, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to steady you. You leaned against him, your head resting on his shoulder as you murmured something unintelligible.

As they led you out of the office and into the cool evening air, Dean couldn’t help but glance down at you, a complicated mix of emotions swirling in his chest. He’d come here today expecting to have a little fun at your expense, to get some funny stories out of your post-surgery haze. But he hadn’t expected to hear something like that. It was strange, unsettling even, but he couldn’t deny that it also gave him a new perspective on how much you looked up to him, even if it had been in a way he never imagined.

“Let’s get you home and get some rest,” Dean said softly, his voice more tender than before. He looked over at Sam, who met his gaze with a knowing smile. They both knew this was something they’d laugh about later, but for now, the priority was taking care of you.

As they drove home, with you dozing off in the backseat, Dean couldn’t help but feel a swell of protectiveness for you. You were his little sister, and no matter what strange confessions you made while under the influence of anesthesia, he would always be there to look out for you, to tease you, and to be the brother you needed.

Because that’s what family did.

Tag List: @roseblue373 @hobby27 @jc-winchester @whump-loverz

[winchestersisterimaginessss]

Request: Hi!!! Could you please do a Winchester!sister fic where her and dean love doing prank wars and Sam is kind of against it knowing how far both Dean and y/n could go and he says someone would end up getting hurt but they do the prank wars anyway, and she wants to pull off a choking prank but accidentally ends up actually choking

A/N: OKAY THIS ONE WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!! Also I wrote the boy who cried werewolf bc I felt like it was more fitting and put a spin on the supernatural world lol. I hope you enjoy and I hope this was what you were looking for! If not just send in another request. Requests are also open so please ask me to write something. I’m open to anything!

Pairings: Dean and Sam x Sister!Reader

You shrieked as Dean chased you through the halls.

“Get back here!” He shouted, gaining on you.

You ran to the library hoping to find Sam. As soon as you turned the corner you saw him and sighed in relief.

“Sammy!” You squealed, running at him with full force with Dean on your tail.

“What!” He yelled, alarmed that there was something wrong.

“Help me!” You screamed, laughing as you grabbed him and shoved him towards Dean.

“Sorry, that’s not going to work kiddo,” Dean said as he dodged Sam and lunged at you.

“No!” You screamed. “Sam please!” Your heart was pounding as you shrieked.

Dean grabbed you and held you down as he shook out his cold soaking wet hair all over you.

You fell to the ground squealing, “no, no, no, no!”

Dean laughed, “that’s what you get for dumping it on me while I was sleeping!” He said.

“Oh here we go.” Sam sighed, understanding what was now going on.

“I only did that because you put toothpaste in the Oreos!” You said in disbelief. “What did you even do with the creme?!” You asked.

“I scraped it out of each cookie, put it all in a bowl and I ate it,” he smirked at you knowing it was your favorite.

You gasped, “how dare you!”

“You know what kid?” He asked. “I think you just declared prank wars.” He finished.

“Yeah I’ve declared them and I’m gonna win them,” you sassed.

Sam groaned and looked between the two of you. “You two have to be careful. You both take things way too far and someone’s going to get hurt.” He said, giving you a look knowing it was probably going to be you.

You looked at him and then smirked at Dean, “it’s not going to be me who gets hurt.”

Dean squinted his eyes at you, “oh yeah?” He said before faking a lunge at you.

You squealed, ready to run before you realized he wasn’t actually going to go after you.

You put your hand to your chest to control your heart rate, “oh it’s so on.”

Dean agreed and Sam rolled his eyes— he just knew it was going to end badly.

——-

Sam was out interviewing someone for the case that the three of you were on and Dean ran out to go pick up some food for dinner. You were laying in your bed when you heard creepy carnival music blast through the bunker. You froze in place and felt your heart drop. There was nothing scarier than a circus and everything that was involved with them. More importantly clowns. You and Sam had that fear in common. You jumped up in bed when you heard one of the doors of the bunker slam. You immediately went to reach for your gun, but couldn’t find it. Thats weird, you thought. You almost always had your gun there and it wasn’t like you to misplace a freaking gun. You were absolutely terrified and completely unsettled. You slowly tiptoed to your door before you looked out of it. Your heart dropped to your toes when you saw the scariest most creepy clown you’ve ever seen in your entire life standing at the end of the hall. Your breath got caught in your throat as you made a run for it. Your only fighting chance was to run and hide at this point until one of your brothers got back. You were too terrified to even think about how a haunted killer monster clown got into the bunker in the first place. As you turned the corner in the hallway you rammed right into the clown. You fell down and slammed your head against the floor. You whimpered in pain and started screaming in bloody terror. Your absolute worse fear came true and you started sobbing. Sure you fought monsters, but the creepy music blasting and your worst fear ready to kill you, completely shut you down. You were hysterical and closed your eyes waiting for the inevitable end.

“What’s wrong?!” You heard Sam shout from the end of the hallway and it was all you needed to gain an ounce of strength back. You scrambled up without even glancing at the clown and charged towards Sam.

“Sam!” You screamed. You were still bawling your eyes out inconsolable as you flung yourself into his arms.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, looking down the hallway. That’s when he saw Dean in a clown costume and the mask in his hand.

“There’s a c-cl-clown,” you screamed in between your sobs. You were trying to pull him down the hallway implying that they needed to run, but he held you steady in his arms. That freaked you out even more so you started flailing your limbs to escape.

“We need to run!” You screeched, terrified of the clown getting to you.

“Hey kiddo! It’s just Dean, it’s okay, it’s just Dean!” He said trying to get you to calm down in his arms. You snapped your head towards the direction of the clown and saw Dean standing there in half the costume. You collapsed into Sam’s arms in relief.

“You’re safe, it’s okay.” Sam whispered as he felt your heart beat pounding through your body. You took a deep breath in to try to calm yourself down.

“That’s it bug, breathe.” Sam said as he sent his brother a glare.

“Really Dean?” Sam sighed as he walked closer to the both of you.

He shot Sam an oops look before placing a hand on your shoulder.

“That was way too far De,” you whimpered.

“I’m sorry kid…” Dean trailed off. “Does that mean I win?” He asked.

——-

Dean really thought he was going to win prank wars and you were not going to let that happen. He went far, but you could go even further.

You were sitting at the table with Dean, eating the breakfast you made. Sam preferred to go grab a smoothie so it was just you two and the prank was going perfectly. You swallowed your food, but stood up from your chair gasping and grabbing your throat. You looked at Dean with wide eyes, practically begging him for help.

“Are you choking!” Dean shouted as he stood up. You continued to gasp for air and Dean rushed over to you. He started pounding your back, but you continued to gasp.

“Come on kid!” He screamed, frantically. When he realized it wasn’t working, he started giving you the heimlich. You let it go on for about 30 more seconds before you burst out laughing. He let you go and you fell to your knees. You rolled into your back and pointed up at him.

“Got ya!” You said, cracking up.

He looked at you pissed, “that’s really not funny. THAT was too far.” He said.

You continued to chuckle, “does that mean I win?” You asked sarcastically, mocking him from when he pranked you.

“No seriously that’s not funny. What if you really need help one day and I won’t think you’re serious so I don’t help you. Are you the boy who cried werewolf?” He asked.

You gave him a bitch face, “I wouldn’t cry werewolf Dean, I would just kill it.” You sassed, matter of factly.

He sighed, “you know that’s not what I meant.” He said and rolled his eyes. “It’s officially gone too far kid, I tap out. You win.” He said defeatedly.

“Wahooooo!” You cheered before he interrupted you.

“Yeah only because this has officially gone too far and I don’t need you getting hurt.” He stared you down.

“Whatever! I won, I won, I won, I won!” You exclaimed as he huffed.

——-

The three of you sat eating dinner at the table. “Prank wars are over Sammy and I won!” You bragged as you stuffed your face with food.

“Yeah only because you took it way too far.” Dean said, trying to explain his defeat.

“You took it too far first!” You yelled trying to defend your win.

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. “You both take things way too far and I’m just glad it stopped before someone got seriously hurt.” He said as you shoved more French fries into your mouth.

You started to say something back to him, but accidentally swallowed a fry at the same time. You felt it get stuck in your throat and you jumped out of your chair.

You grabbed both of your brothers attention with your sudden movements and you looked at them both with wide eyes. You tried breathing in, but gasped for air instead.

“Are you choking?” Sam gasped. You shook your head, panicked.

“Y/N Stop! Sam she’s pranking us.” He said clearly pissed off at your antics.

You looked at him with terrified eyes. This was it. You really were the boy who cried werewolf and now you were going to die in front of your brothers because they thought you were pranking them. What were the odds? As you fell to the ground wheezing what you felt like was going to be your last attempt at life, Sam rushed to you. He grabbed you from behind and started giving you the heimlich. You were trembling in his arms, fighting for your life until you spit the French fry out on the floor. As Sam loosened his grip on you, he felt you weakly collapsing. He grabbed you and held you tighter to prevent you from hitting the floor.

“You’re okay bug, you’re okay.” He calmly spoke as you gasped for air. You let out a strangled cry and felt Sam rub your back.

“It’s alright, I got you, breathe.” He said trying to calm you down. Once you got control of your breathing and your emotions you looked up at Dean. He stared at you in shock, not knowing what the hell just happened.

“Are you okay?” He asked getting out of his seat once the shock left his body.

You sent him a shaky thumbs up and relaxed into Sam’s arms. Dean squatted down in front of you and ran a hand down the side of your head. He sighed in relief, “sorry, I really thought you were pranking me one last time.” He said.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and shook your head.

“No more pranks ever again,” you said shakily.

Dean nodded and pulled you up from the floor.

Sam stood up after you and shook his head. “It always ends bad. You two are officially banned from prank wars.” He sighed.

[moonligsposts]

Dean Winchester x reader

Summery: you and Sam are happily together but one night Dean gets drunk and he finds himself confesses his love for you.

«Dean, I think you drank too much tonight.» I say grabbing his hand before he could take another sip from his drink.

«Do you have in mind something greeter than drink? ‘Cause if you do, please tell me.» Dean uses an ironic tone. I roll my eyes. He bites his lips.

«I love getting on your nerves, you know? You’re damn sexy when you’re upset…» his hand goes on my cheek and caresses it with his thumb.

I don’t understand what is going on, why he is doing that… yes, he was always kind to me but not that much; well maybe he is just drunk.

«Dean…» he shakes his head.

«Just a few moments… please.» he says and I nod.

«Are you okay?» I ask him looking in his eyes. «I mean, apart everything strange and scary and…» he talks before I can finish my sentence.

«No, I’m not okay.» When he says it I notice the sadness on his face.

«Would you like to tell me what is wrong?» I smile at him, and Dean does a little smirk.

«I could never ask you that. I can’t even say it aloud.» his hand’s still on my face.

«What’s up? You’re scaring me.» he smiles and takes off his hand of my face.

«When I look at you all I think is “I can’t do that”, you know? Because you’re Sammy’s. But, god, I wish you were mine.» he turns around and gets off the bar while I stay there, paralysed.

He just said that he wants me? I take my jacket and go after him.

Dean stands against his car, with the hands in his pockets and the head low.

«What was that?» I ask almost yelling.

«Calm yourself, sweetheart. I’m drunk. I don’t know what I’m saying.» he says without watching me.

«You know I’m with Sam, right?» He rolls his eyes and does a grin.

«Yes, I know. And you don’t make me forget about it even for a damn minute. How many times you moan his name when he fucks you? When he takes you in the shower? When he kisses your neck? Have you ever think about I could hear you? Or maybe that turn you on more and more?» he come closer to me and makes me push against the Impala. He is in front of me with his arms at the sides of my body.

«How many times I had to stay out of the room because you two were making out and all I could think was “Damn it, I wanna be the one who fucks her.” But no, you choose Sam… the big bad nerd. And what about me?»

He kisses my neck, really he is sucking my skin.

«Dean… stop.» I say but I understand, from my tone, I don’t mean it.

«Tell me you love Sam… I dare you.» his hands explore my body and one of them stops at my thigh. He grabs it and push it to make his room to my vagina. He touches me there and, even if my jeans are on, I fell wet.

«Dean…» I whisper.

«Yes, moan my name darling.» His hand slips under my shirt and unhook my bra.

«Would you like to continue in the car or I have to take you right there?» he whisper at my ear. I’m not able to talk, I feel the passion grows in me.

«I’m with Sam…» I say in a whisper.

«You want me.» while he’s saying this words he grabs my chin lifting my face.

«I want you…» he kisses my lips. His tongue opens my mouth strongly but I don’t step back, instead I kiss him back. My hand is lost in his hair pushing him closer. His hands unbutton my jeans and he opens the car door.

We enter in the Impala, he is over me.

«Now, Y/n, you’re mine.» he says firmly and I nod.

«I’m yours.» He smirks and winks.

«Yes, you are.» He lowers over me pulling me off my shirt and my bra. He grabs one of my boobs with his hand squeezing it tight, meanwhile he takes in his lips the nipple of the other.

My hands reach his jeans to unbutton it but he stops me.

«I’ll tell you when it’s time. Just enjoy it.»

He returns on his job on my boobs but I wanna more so I lift my hips against him.

«Please, Dean…» he bites my nipple making me moan and lowers on my pants.

He touches me.

«You have wet your panty… good girl.»

Without taking off my underwear he rubs my clit and I help the movement by moving me against his finger.

He finally takes it off and puts his finger in the middle of it. He licks it.

«Delicious... I think Sam likes it. Have you ever tasted you?» I shake my head.

«What a shame. You should do that, you’re so good.»

Then he opens my legs a little more and pulls his tongue against my pussy licking it.

«Dean…» I moan when he bites my clit. He makes his tongue goes round and round while he stinks his finger in my sex.

«I have to say it, you squeeze so tight. I like it.»

«more…» I moan for more.

He sticks out his finger, takes off his jeans and his pants and enters inside me.

The both of us moan at the same time and he starts to move his hips. He pushes himself inside me more and more, I follow his movement.

«Dean I’m…» I say in a wisher, I feel so high and full… his pushes become more strong.

I come all over his sex but he doesn’t stop.

«Oh, you’re amazing.» I say while he continues to push. I want him to be pleased like I am so I make him come closer to so he’s almost lying over me. I wrap his waist with my legs and he grabs my back. I take off his shirt and I kiss him at the lips, neck, shoulder, chest, everywhere.

«I’m close…» he says and I squeeze his sex tighter. When he tries to get off of me to come and keep him strongly against me.

«Y/n, I can’t…»

«I want you inside of me.» He comes and all of him fill me completely.

We stay for a little like this then he lift up getting out of me.

We look at each other without saying a word then we dress up.

When we have done and the high was gone, I feel terrible.

«Dean…» I try to say something but nothing come out of my mouth.

«I don’t judge you. I’m not thinking about you betraying my brother with me, all I’m thinking is that this was the best night of my life.»

[hexedwinchester]

Supernatural S02E21 All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1

Like, literally because it's another Sera Gamble episode!! She knows exactly where to jab the knife and twist it (no pun intended) 😭😭😭

Ya Jake, move along..go back to Afghanistan for all I care

can we talk about Jared's sculpted bone structure?! Like damn those cheekbones and that razor-sharp jawline!

omg what?! Why was a demon like a ghost girl?? Nevermind.. it's something called Acheri

Ok but S2 Sam hair is sooooo underrated!!! I feel I like should apologise for not appreciating it over S6-7 hair ...

i never noticed before that Sam picks up the knife from that haunted town that ends up killing him later.. baby no, put it back where you found it..

Fuck! That was my reaction to Sam hollering "Lily!". Even Demon controlling ava literally flinches. Jesus Christ, his voice is so thick and heavy!!! They didn't use Jared's voice to full potential..

Ah! I love how Sam is all simmering in anger when Azazel tells him about the plans for special children and why he had to kill Jess. But the moment Azazel mentions that it was about Sam and not Mary, you can see the sadness and guilt take over. Aww baby

Love how Sam figured it out that it was ava.

What a waste we never saw Sam use his powers to full potential

Sam Winchester fought a man with super strength, with a broken shoulder!! Say Sam is not strong one more time, I dare you!

Jake Talley, they can never make me like you for what you did to Sam!

Kinda shitty isn't it? That Sam's purity is what gets him killed all the time.. As a show of good faith, he drops the knife (one Jake Probably didn't even know about because it's actually Ava with him in the scene when he finds the knife) and in the end Jake uses the same knife to stab Sam.

This is still the most difficult death scene for me to watch. Yes, I can see Dean being dragged to Hell by Hellhound like easy peasy lemon squeezy. But something about Sam's death in this episode is so gut wrenching. I don't know what it is.. could be a combination of all: Jake's betrayal. The fact that the death is severely gruesome compared to what's seen on the surface. While it looks like death by stabbing, it's more than that because Jake's power is super strength, he uses it to not only to stab him but also to cut through his spine. And of course, Jared's acting is what turns my blood cold.. 😭😭

Jared's acting in this scene is scary good. Like the stab is so powerful, he can barely scream. The way he sinks to the wet ground, swaying, barely acknowledging Dean's presence. Then he falls onto his brother, still out of it, trying hard but failing to keep his head on the neck and eyes on his brother. Then he is gone. Hands hanging by his sides, head on Dean's shoulder.. goshh!

I think Sera Gamble understood Jared's potential quite early on. So she started writing Sam with more complexity. The very first episode she wrote was S01E03 Dead in the Water but it's actually from Faith that she started writing these deeper layers for Sam exploring his ideas, beliefs, faith and then she pulled out the big guns and open fired at Sam.. can I say I love her for that?!!

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

A Comforting Quiet Day in the Bunker

Summary - Part 56 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess, Sam x Eileen

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N: Another slow-ish fluffy chapter this week. I think we’re getting close to wrapping this all up soon. I’ve loved this story so much and love all of you who have been reading along too!

You wake up to a cold empty bed, which at first is a shock but you quickly accept it. You know Dean never really sleeps well with Destiny in the bed with you. He’s such a light sleeper and she wriggles so much. You also know that with the events yesterday, he would never complain. You pull yourself out of the bed just as the door swings open.

“Morning, Mamma Y/N,” Destiny says as she jumps up on the bed. Dean follows quietly behind her, his hands full with a tray stacked with pancakes, fruits and coffee.

“What’s all this?” You ask as you sit back down leaning against the headboard. Dean carefully joins you both, placing the tray gently in the middle of the bed.

“Just showing how much we love you,” Dean says as he leans past Destiny to peck your lips. He then hands you a mug of coffee, made exactly as you like it, before placing a mug of his own on his bedside table. “I spoke to Bobby this morning. He thinks we’re overreacting. He doesn’t know of any hunts in our area nor of any hunter families with two young girls. Plus, few hunters would dare mess with the Winchesters.”

“Oh, I’m glad I’m a Winchester then,” you reply.

Destiny looks at you hopefully, “Am I? Am I a Win… Chester?”

You look at Dean questioningly. He nods. “Yeah. If you want.”

“Yay!” 

You smile as you dig into the delicious tray of pancakes and fruit. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

After breakfast, Destiny runs off to her room to play while you and Dean stay in bed a while longer. You know he can’t have gotten much sleep last night and you’re in no rush to leave his arms, so you enjoy being cuddled up in his embrace.

“I ever tell you I spent time at a boy's home?” Dean asks softly.

“No? What was that like?”

“I’ve never actually admitted it to anyone, but it was some of the best months of my life. That was the last time I truly let myself believe I could get out of the hunting life. I told Sam it wasn’t for me, but in truth, I wanted to stay. Baby, I really wanted to stay. I had my first real crush there, was gonna go to my first real school dance. It was great, I was able to just be me. Not a hunter or a killer, just a normal teenage kid.”

“So, why’d you leave? I know how strong you are, if you wanted to stay you could have found a way.”

“The night of the dance…Dad came back, said he had a job. The guy that ran the place, Sonny, he said he was willing to stick his neck out for me, tell my dad to go jump, you know? I almost took him up on it too. But…” Dean sighs and leans his head on yours. “But I heard the car horn and I looked out the window. There was Sam, so young and innocent, leaning out the back window playing with this toy plane and I couldn’t help but smile. I ended up in the home because I stole bread to feed him, how could I leave him alone with dad and all that crap? It’s always been my job to protect Sammy. That was the role given to me at four years old. I’m his big brother…” 

You feel a tear drip down into your hair. “Dean, Honey.” You turn around in his arms and cradle his face. You place a soft kiss on his lips as your thumbs wipe away his tears. “I’m sorry. It must’ve been so hard to experience all that and then give it up. You’re an amazing brother, but you’ve paid such a high cost for that.” You kiss him again softly. “You know I love hearing stories from your past, but I gotta ask: what made you open up now?” He shakes his head and shrugs. You let him rest his head on your shoulder as you hold him close from your place in his lap. “It’s okay, we don’t have to talk, we can just cuddle. It’s alright.”

After a while, he lifts his head and says, “It’s just everything. This new glimmer of hope. The new house. Adopting that little girl into our little family. Considering going back to my original dream career…When I was at the boys home I told this girl that I would have loved to work with cars when I grew up. I think a lot of that inspiration came from Bobby, but it was a passion of mine.”

“You do love that car. I’ve seen how happy and proud you are whenever you wash her or fix her up.”

“Yeah, but it’s not just Baby. I also loved working on that red car for you. You know how I feel about planes, so to me, cars our our key to the world. And they’re just so interesting.”

You smile, loving seeing him so happy and passionate. Dean sighs. “I also told her I wanted to be a rockstar…”

“Dean? Have you been holding out on me all this time? Can you play the guitar?”

“If I had a guitar Dad would’ve broken it down for a weapon or firewood. I wouldn’t mind learning now though, since we’re gonna have more time on our hands.”

“I think I could handle being married to a rockstar…”

Dean smirks and takes hold of your waist as he kisses you deeply. He then trails kisses down your neck as he grinds his hips against yours. “Yeah? How about a sex god?”

“You have an awfully big ego there, Mr Winchester. I hope you can back it up.”

“Is that a challenge?” His now dark lust-filled eyes meet yours briefly as you wink at him. “Oh, bring it on, Mrs Winchester. I hope you’re ready.”

Dean takes his time teasing you; kissing down your neck, his hands roaming over your body, his hands and lips paying special attention to your breasts once he frees you from your shirt. He leaves a trail of wet kisses down your stomach on the way to the waistband of your pants. He pulls the elastic between his teeth and pulls back, but as he does a knock on the door startles you both, causing him to growl. The elastic slips free and snaps harshly against your skin causing you to let out a soft groan. 

Dean drops his head so his forehead is resting on your stomach. “I can’t take much more of this, Baby. I need you…”

“I know…” You quickly sit up and pull your shirt back over your head as you call out, “Come in.”

The door swings open to reveal the taller Winchester. Dean looks over his shoulder briefly and shoots daggers at his brother before dropping his head back to your stomach with a groan. “You have exactly five seconds to close that door before I come over there and kill you.”

You smack Dean’s shoulder. “Ignore him. What’s up, Sam?”

“You know, Dean? You guys came home in the middle of my date so you can go screw yourself.”

“If you don’t hurry up and close that door then I’m going to have to!”

“I really don’t feel bad, sorry Dean.”

“Alright, that’s enough from both of you!” you say flatly cutting them both off. “Sam, we had a damn good reason for interrupting and you know it. And Dean, it’s just sex, you’ll survive. 

Dean lifts his head to glare at you. “Just? Just sex? Really?”

You shake your head at him before looking back over at Sam. “Anyway, what do you need, Sam?”

“Eileen caught a case, I’m gonna go with. Just wanted to let you know. Oh, and…Your daughter’s hungry and the fridge is almost empty. But anyway, you guys have a great day. I’ll be back in a few days.”

Dean growls, “Bitch!”

“Jerk!”

You shake your head and roll your eyes at their childish antics. “Be safe, Sam.”

“Always.” He closes the door behind him and you listen as his heavy footsteps retreat down the hall.

“I can’t wait to move into that house where he can’t interrupt us anymore…” Dean sighs.

“Alright, Grumpy. Sounds like reality calls. Let’s go have lunch and then go get some groceries. Maybe we can even stop by the place and start getting measurements for new furniture.”

“Fine…” Dean grumbles but gets up with you and gets dressed in his normal attire.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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[alexsoenomel]

I Like Your Mind (Sam Winchester x Reader fluff, part 1)

Summary: A short story about how you started seeing Sam in a brand new light aka liking him part 1

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1096

Note: Another oldie from me.  Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

After a week of being trapped in a small town, while working on a case that included killing vampires, you were just excited to be back home where you belong. That old dump of a bunker was your home and you loved every nook and cranny of it.

“I’m showering first.” You said from the back seat while Dean was driving. Sam was of course in the front seat, always taking the shotgun.

“OH HELL NO!” He said. Sammy just laughed.

“Dean, sweetie, do you remember that thing you did when you were drunk last week?”  You smirked. He immediately gripped the wheel of his baby and looked at you for a split second in the rearview mirror. Oh he knew…

“What thing?” Sam asked.

“(Y/N) DON’T YOU DARE!”

“Well…” You started. “He…”   

“YOU CAN SHOWER FIRST!”

You were pleased so you decided to lie.

“He got a little drunk and told me he’d like to see Castiel in his underwear….in his bed.” Well you kind of lied. He actually prayed for him to come over saying all kinds of true things such as “Oh you bootyful blue eyed angel from above.” And things like… “I’d like you to be the answer to all of my sexy prayers.”  Among that was “I’d like Cas to be in my bed, in that sexy underwear…or no underwear its fine by me.” When Castiel showed up, he was confused, as always, and you decided to just laugh it off to avoid any awkward situations. Sam was sleeping at that time and never was a part of your little “drunken party.”

“Really Dean?” Sam looked at his big brother with a huge ass grin on his face. “You got a little crush on an angel.”

“Shut your pie hole Sam.” Dean said while trying to focus on the road. “In my defense I thought Cas was a chick I once dated in high school. She was angel looking and her name was Cassie.”

“ Sure Jan.” You teased.

“Oh shut up.”

The long boring drive turned out to be a going down the memory lane kind of drive. You talked about past, the good past filled with laughter and smiles and hours turned to minutes, minutes to seconds and with a blink of an eye, you were finally home.

GOOD. SHOWER. YES.

That day you took the longest most orgasmic shower in your entire life. You took the time to actually enjoy the shower and in the process you spent all hot water which Dean made slightly angry. But you decided to ignore him and finally get some motherfucking rest… while watching Criminal Minds…and eat popcorn.  You got your pajamas and your favorite blanket and sat on the couch with a big bowl of popcorn.

As you turned on Netflix Sam came to the living room with his messy hair and sleep deprived face. He was wearing the same clothes as before.

 “Hey there moose. ” You said as he sat next to you. Sam just gave you a bitch face and shoved some popcorn into his mouth.

 “You spent all hot water (Y/N).”

 “It’s not my fault all other bathrooms are out of service. Besides suck it up and wait a little bit, will ya?”

 Few days ago the main pipe which was connected to other bathrooms in the bunker had cracked a little. Instead of fixing it, like you should, you guys just turned off the water in that pipe and decided to use the separate one on the other side of the bunker. You were just TOO LAZY.

 “Yeah, yeah, what are you watching?”

 “I’m about to watch Criminal Minds. Where’s Dean? Is he still pissed?”

 “He was until he went into a deep state of coma.”

 You chuckled a little looking at him. The lights were dimmed but you could still see that little sparkle in his eyes, that kindness and love which you adored about him. He looked so tired though.

 “I’m sorry I wasted all hot water Sam.”

 “It’s okay I love hot showers too so you’re forgiven.”

 “Bless you moose.”

 “Don’t call me that.”

 “Okay Sammy.”

 “I’m not 12 (Y/N).”

 “But it’s cute and it suits you perfectly.” You said making a sad puppy dog like face. He just rolled his eyes and looked at the screen.

 “Let’s just watch the show.”

 “Okay Sammy.” You teased.

Ten minutes later your bowl was empty and you were resting your head on his lap while hugging your blanket and watching your favorite genius ,named Spencer, fight the bad guys with his team. Sam actually loved the show as much as you so no one was bored.

 “Sam?”

 “Yeah?”

 “Why do you have a serial killer fetish as Dean calls it?” You turned your eyes away from the TV to look at him only to see his gaze looking right through you. He looked like a tired Jesus who came to answer all of your prayers from above.

 “It reminds me that not all monsters are the things we hunt, and in the end of the day, human beings are capable of doing horrible things as well. Plus I do find minds of sociopaths and psychopaths to be very interesting.”

 “Good point. You could have been an FBI agent just sayin.”

 “Technically I am.” He smiled.

 “You could have been the next Spencer Reid then.”

 “I’m not that smart.”

 “Yeah sure thing. You are the smartest person I have never met.” You started. “You are more than just a pretty face Sam, give yourself some credit. You are a hero and a smart one too.”

 “You think I’m pretty?” He smirked.

 You shyly turned towards the screen hiding the fact that you were blushing. Oh he was so pretty…

 “Who doesn’t?” The episode was still rolling and you still didn’t know what was going on. Your head was in clouds and your heart was pounding like a very loud clock. WHAT IS THIS?? FEELINGS????

 Your nervousness was taking over. “Besides your hair is as majestic and fabulous as Spencer’s.” You tried to get yourself out of it.

“Thank you.” You made him laugh. I MADE HIM LAUGH???

 “Great now I don’t know what’s happening with this episode and it’s 1am. Thank you Sam.”

 “Anytime.”

 That night you went to bed at 4am, Sam didn’t take his shower and you haven’t watched Criminal Minds. Why? Because you were too busy talking to the handsome man with great hair and face aka Sam Winchester. That night you saw Sam in a brand new light which changed everything. That night you realized you wanted more than just friendship with that man….

 In other words you were fucked.

PART 2 IS HERE

[what-if-i-just-did]

Destiel Prompt List 13. Human!Impala ships it.

Trigger Warnings: temporarily implied vehicle theft, mention of fake death, mentions of carseks, mention of internalized biphobia, implied sexy times, using humor to deflect

Baby, Why Haven't You Yet?

"...." "Dean? What's wrong?" Sam said, looking from his brother to the place he was staring at. "Baby's gone." Dean said blankly, like his brain hadn't quite caught up yet. "I parked her right there! I swear." He said, pointing to an empty parking space. "Dean, maybe you're just getting your landmarks wrong. The Impala didn't just dissapear." Sam says, exhausted from the hunt. Witches, man.

"You think I'd just misplace my Baby?! I know where I parked her, Sammy. See? It's two spots away from the grafitti and right next to this double-parking douche. She's gone. Someone stole my Baby!" "Dean, calm down, I'm sure it didn't- uh hi, yeah?" Sammy was cut off when a guy tapped his shoulder. The guy was wearing jeans and two flannels, he had dark hair and he was barefoot.

"Hey." The guy said, in what can only be described as a bedroom voice. "Uhm. Hi? I'm sorry, do I know you?" Sam said. The guy's eyebrows raised. "Well, I'd like to think so. You've only been riding me for years."

Dean's eyebrows raised.

Sam nearly choked. "Uh, Wh-ha??- "

-----

Once the situation was cleared up, it was almost funny. The guy wasn't really a guy at all. He was.. the Impala. Those witch-bitches? Yeah. They magicked his frikkin' car. Dean was not happy. Sam still thought it was kinda funny. When they asked him what they should call him, he'd said he liked it when Dean called him 'Baby' and they should just call him that, and he'd winked, which gave Dean that moment of bi panic he always had which Sam found hilarious.

They'd jacked a car and gone back to the Bunker, where they called Cas, because honestly, what were they supposed to do with this?

They'd started looking for some way to reverse the spell, but with the witches already dead, most ways to reverse a spell were out of reach. Rowena was currently on a stretch of 'being dead' so they didn't call her. (At this point, nobody believed it when Rowena, or Gabriel, or Crowley was dead. There was this unspoken rule though, not to contact someone if they were 'dead' unless it was an apocalypse-size emergency)

Sam piped up about the fact that they hadn't even asked Baby if he wanted to get changed back, and Dean shut him up about it.

-----

Then someone mentioned something about how Dean was such a womanizer and Baby said something that would have some.. repercussions. "Oh I remember that... You haven't had sex in my backseat in quite some time, Dean. It's a shame, I would have loved to see you and the Angel. You have a bed now, of course, but I do miss it."

Baby didn't realise everyone had stopped moving untill he looked up again. "Why are you staring at me? I thought we got past that part."

-----

"What do you mean you're 'not like that'? Dean Winchester I have personally witnessed you being had by more than a few drunken mistakes worth of men in my backseat, don't you dare get biphobic on yourself. Have you and Cas really not gotten together yet? You both love eachother and Lord knows you find him attractive. What's the issue exactly, it's been years for Chuck's sake."

Now everyone was staring at Dean. Who was kinda sorta maybe turning incredibly red and tried to play it off with humor. "Uh. Not cool, Baby. You can't just out someone like that, and add the fact that I'm a bottom. This is betrayal, you know." He said, and nodded.

"Dean..?" Sam tried. "Sammy, just... I know, okay?"

"Dean... " Cas said deeply. "I-.. I know, Cas, I'm sorry, I never-" and oh.

-----

Sam could handle a little making out, but he's fairly sure he was gonna need ear bleach for the sounds that happened when Dean and Cas stumbled to Dean's room, joined at the lips.

Taglist: @ldthegreen

(yes we're imagining John Barrowman as Baby okay)

[castiels-babydoll]

Divine Devotion; Chapter Four

--------- ● Castiel x Cassius Winchester ● An Angel and Hunter Love Story ● Themes: Heavy Angst, Mental Health Issues, Self Harm Mention, Womp, Comfort, etc ● This was a coping mechanism chapter, and I felt like having something sad, there was also a time skip in this chapter which I think is obvious by how it's written. ● This is Part Two of Chapter Four. It will be tagged as such and the other parts will be tagged as their respective parts as well. Please read this chapter (and story) in order.

Sam and Dean grateful that Castiel was able to get her to clean herself up and start taking care of her, once the angel got her hair halfway brushed out he used his powers to heal her wounds, then going back to brushing the remaining knots out of her hair. Sam and Dean watching from afar as they watched the angel aid their little sister. “What did I do?” Castiel asked, very worried about what he had supposedly done to hurt her. “I-” she began, her voice very hoarse and scratchy from not speaking or drinking anything for so long, the man intently listening, his eyes full of concern, Sam getting her a cup of water to drink. Cassius embarrassingly took the cup from him, upset with herself for being in this state, after she took a drink she cleared her throat, adverting the eyes of everyone as she looked down in front of herself, not daring to look up. “Nothing…. You did nothing” she mumbled, trying not to cry again, her eyes burning from the incoming tears, Castiel tilting his head slightly in confusion, he did something to hurt her but then he didn’t? None of it making sense to him. “Sam. Dean.” He started, “Can you two give us privacy?” he asked, Sam and Dean nodding and getting the memo, the two heading to the library to work on the case they were in the middle of dealing with. “Cassius,” Castiel said softly, making her look at him, “What happened?” he asked, looking at her dead in the eyes, seeing as tears fell down her face but she was silent, the angel wanting to cry at the sight of her hurting. “Just….. Please don’t leave me again. I’m sorry- I don’t know what I did but don’t leave. I love you” she ended up saying fastly, bursting into tears as she ended up sobbing against his chest. Castiel just hugged her tightly, letting her cry and get everything out as he slowly caressed her back and head. “My little angel, please do not cry. I did not leave you on purpose.” he said, trying to comfort her, “I promise. I did not mean to hurt you, I had angel business to attend to” he then tried to softly explain to her, the girl sniffling. “You promise….?” she asked, voice hoarse again, “I promise.” he confirmed, “But you have to….. You always will, you can’t ever stay with your angel stuff….” she said, pulling away from him, pulling her legs into her chest as she scooted away from him. “I will stay here unless I have to be somewhere else. I do not want you to hurt and if I have to stay here for that to happen then so be it.” he said, looking at her, reaching forward to try holding her hand, “Cassius” he said after a couple of minutes of her not responding, the girl looking at him, “I will leave notes if I have to leave and you’re not awake but I will stay.” he reiterated, the girl staying quiet.

[sorcharavenlock]

29. Carry on, my wayward sons...

Nea contacts her friend 'Webhead', who promises to see what he can do.

In the mean time, we have bigger problems. More and more spirits appear around the house. some are benevolent...

...others not so much, and leave cursed objects behind:

Soon cleaning up these items becomes a day job. Loki and I do what we can.

We wake up multiple times a night to the sounds of doors slamming and strange voices whispering and giggling.

Despite this, I manage to finish the next part of my book. I am just about to check the mail for my royalty check when I see a car appear in the distance. It is Nea's car, that's for sure!

Few people make it all the way up to the hill where we live. I watch curiously as two men get out and begin walking towards the house.

My eyes widen. Is that? It can't be!

"Hello ma'am, my name is Dean, and this is my brother Sam. We heard reports in the village that your place is haunted. We're here to help."

I've heard people see and hear strange things when suffering from sleep deprivation, so I pinch myself. The brothers are still there.

"Sam? And Dean? Winchester?" I ask. "I've watched the show, well up until season nine or something, but..."

"Show?" Dean asks in confusion.

"I told you driving the Impala through that screen at the haunted outdoor cinema was a bad idea!" Sam says. "it looks like we're in an alternate universe again."

"Hey! How was I supposed to know that would happen?"

"Because it happens every time Dean!"

"Anyway, we're here now," Sam says. "We could see the haunted lights from the village early this morning and drove up. We're here to help."

"Yeah, I'll get the shotguns and the salt bullets from the car," Dean agrees.

"There are no hauntings here," I lie. "I'm an amateur DJ, it must have been the light from my stroboscope you saw!"

I need to protect Loki!

Of course just as I say it, Loki opens the door and comes floating up behind me!

"Stand back ma'am! We got this!" Dean promises.

"Shoot him with a salt bullet and I'll shove that shotgun up your arse!" I yell at him.

Dean is rather taken aback.

"Don't you dare to hurt a hair on his head!"

"Dean, he looks familiar," Sam says.

"Yes, now you say it, he reminds me a bit of Gabriel."

"My name is Loki, son of Odin, prince of Asgard. I am the god of Mischief."

"Was, you mean," Dean points out.

"I'll have you know my condition is purely temporary!" Loki snaps back.

"There has been a lot more supernatural activity lately," I muse, ignoring the arguing. "And now the Winchester Boys show up from a different universe. What is happening?"

"I don't know," Loki admits. "perhaps it has to do with the barrier between life and death becoming thinner after Hela died."

"Wait, the goddess of Death is dead?" Sam says. "No wonder there are so many spirits around."

"I think we should stay here a while, Sammy."

"They are not staying with us, I do'nt like them one bit," Loki hisses at me.

"Don't worry, I know the perfect place where they can stay from now on. Or more to the point, the perfect person. Kitty loves the show they are from!"

[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching Heaven and Hell

Welcome to “I think I shall never see an angel as lovely as a tree: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

 Up today, s4e10: Heaven and Hell.

   So, turns out Anna is a fallen angel, and Cas and Uriel have been sent to bump her off. Meanwhile, Anna wants to do another kind of bumping with Dean, who's trying to come to terms with his part in the war between heaven and hell (oh, kitten, if only you knew). Speaking of hell, Ruby and Sam come up with a plan to save Anna while also pitting angels and demons against each other, and it works pretty well, save for Ruby getting tortured some and Anna taking it upon herself to juice up on her old grace and blitz the demons herself. Then, at the end, we get a Sitting-on-Baby's-Hood Confessional from Dean, who finally tells Sammy what really happened in Hell and for how long. The boys are become super-fret.

 Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

  [and we begin:]

 Lor:

nnggggg Cas and his poufy hair and his dramatic entrances

 Mace:

YAS

 Uriel pounds on Dean but Cas just forehead fingers Sam I LOVE HIM

 Lor:

YAAAAS

Imagine watching this not having SEEN it before

(I mean, I shouldn't have to imagine but I don't really remember)

 Mace:

YES

I don’t remember either

Lor:

"sent the angels to the outfield" DEEEEAN I love you

 Mace:

 YAS

 Lor:

I want to make fun of Anna for "we're in trouble huh?" but honestly the idea that if the Winchesters are scared it REALLY is time to be scared is pretty accurate

 Mace:

YUP

can it, Anna. Nobody cares.

 Lor:

right?

 Mace:

 PERKY LITTLE ASS

 Lor:

why did it take this show like seven years before they could write a woman less than 50 who wasn’t annoying as hell? (exception for Bella)

 YES

 Mace:

RIGHT?!

 i don’t know that I don’t believe in hypnosis but I can’t understand how anyone could be that suggestive. it doesn’t seem possible for someone to count backwards and make me go into a trance

 Lor:

right?

 Mace:

 suggestable? -ible?

 Lor:

suggestestibblitle

 Mace:

 EXACTLY

 Lor:

HOW did Dean not remember this and storm into the empty ready to ungrace Cas? just. HOW.

 Mace:

 RIGHT?!

 Lor:

smarty Sammy

 Mace:

 YAAASSS

 Lor:

I am SHOCKED that Dean thinks feelings are overrated

 Mace:

“you guys are… perfect” Um, hello.

 YES

 Mace:

 that = “Cas is perfect"

 Lor:

YEAH IT DOES

 Mace:

 i mean how many angels has he met?! he sure doesn’t think Uriel is perfect

 Lor:

Cas has been on this show for about 3 minutes at this point and I care 900% more about him than about Anna and her monologue

 Mace:

 HE GUYS CHECK THIS OUT Sam for the win

 Lor:

RIGHT?

 Mace:

 YUP

 Lor:

LOL

 I was gonna say, Sammy, his reality is looking an awful lot like a feverdream these days

 Mace:

 SNORK

 Lor:

I do really like the idea that an angel's grace falls to Earth and becomes a magnificent tree

 Mace:

ME TOO

 HA! That look from Sam. He’s pretty much done with Anna

 Lor:

YEP

 poor Dean. he's just been various versions of "what is my life this is above my pay grade" all ep

 Mace:

how do they not see this as a big ass bluff?! They need Dean

 HAHAHA YES

 Lor:

RIGHT?

 omg his flinch when she touches him

 Mace:

ugh, don’t touch him, hag

 ooof

 Lor:

stop seducing him he's scared

 Mace:

RIGHT?!

 you’re not the wings he wants, lady

 god, his back

 Lor:

LOL

 GET YOUR HAND OFF CAS'S HANDPRINT

 HOW DARE

 Mace:

 YEAH

 Lor:

seriously feels like the most shoehorned in sex scene ever

 Mace:

(Cas will consent to doing it almost anywhere Dean wants, but NOT inside Baby. He can smell her in there still. It’s never come up though because Dean suspects as much and would never.)

 YUP

 Lor:

I get what they were trying to do I guess, but I mean. they have no chemistry. and Dean doesn't sleep with people bc he connects with them over feelings. that's not how he works

 Mace:

 YUP

 Lor:

and nothing convinces me something about Anna makes him break that pattern

 Mace:

 I wonder if they’re trying to make some parallel between her and Dean and Sam and Ruby

 Lor:

(OMG I love that)

 oooof maybe?

they do a really EXCELLENT job paralleling Dean and Cas with Sam and whoever later, so guess they get better at that

 Mace:

 yeah

 Lor:

"HE LIKES YOU"

 Mace:

HE LIKES YOU OMG

 YAAAASSSS

 Lor:

YAAAAAAAS

 Mace:

 ope Team Free Will, bithces

 Lor:

"I guess I just like being a pain in the pooper"

 YAS

 Mace:

 HAHAHAHA

 Lor:

Uriel, you're gross

 Mace:

YUP

 “you’re junkless down there, right?” Is he asking for a friend?

 Lor:

HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

 that line always bothered me bc they're vessels but I guess he doesn't fully understand that yet

 Mace:

 yeah

 Lor:

omg Cas is having feelings over there

 Mace:

 HE IS

 Lor:

actually, I think he does. I think he's falling apart in a flood of feelings of all kinds under there

 Mace:

 YAS

 Lor:

whispers lay me to waste, Cas

 Mace:

he can lay me to waste ANY DAMN DAY

  HAHAHAHAHA YAS

 Lor:

HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA

 YES Dean save Cas

 Mace:

OOOH DEAN SAVES CAS

  YAS

 Lor:

YES

 mrrrrf Cas's face

 Mace:

 YESYESYES

 Lor:

i always forget that Ruby bringing the demons was their plan

 Mace:

YES

  oh Sammy’s face

 Lor:

RIGHT?

 his voice breaking

 Mace:

 RIGHT?!

 Lor:

the lip tremble and the progression to like one tear

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

the tiny sobs he's not letting out

 Mace:

and Sam’s agony behind him

  I CANNOT

 Lor:

HOW DOES HE DO THIS?

 YES

 "I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing"

 GAAAAH

 AND all this while Cas is just starting to feel!

 Mace:

He envies the angels because he thinks they can’t feel, but Cas is starting to feel because of him

 Mace:

 OMG LOR

 Lor:

MAAAAAAACE

 Mace:

 Cas is the key to Dean taming those feelings and Dean is Cas’s key to opening up the feels

 Lor:

YAAAAAS

 [after the episode ended:]

Lor:

I'm so glad they didn't try to keep Anna as a foil/love interest/recurring character and went with Cas. even if they never ever intended any romantic feelings bt Dean and Cas *stares into camera*, Cas is a much more interesting character (the angel considering disobedience rather than the one who already made the choice) and Misha and Jensen are just so dynamic on screen. Anna is fine, but it doesn't come alive the way moments between Dean and Cas do

 Mace:

agreed

 i wonder if Misha’s already-clear-this-early acting chops were a part of that decision, plus the lack of chemistry with the Anna actor

 Lor:

i have heard that that was pretty much exactly it

 who knows what is really true or if that is just something that has been speculated and repeated so often for 14 years that it's become "true" but

 Mace:

 yeah

 I remember hearing/reading that, too

  Lor:

but beyond that I don't think I've heard anyone who would actually KNOW say anything about it

 and they aren't likely to? I mean, you'd effectively be saying the actress wasn't that great. none of those guys is gonna say that about a fellow actor

  Mace:

 exactly

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 5

"Bloody Mary"

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes? Unequivocally yes. One: My friends growing up were a bunch of girls in Catholic school who wouldn't even do "light as a feather, stiff as a board" let alone Bloody Mary! I think the most that any of us did was tell really cliche ghost stories. Two: I am a notorious scaredy cat and would have just answered the question in Truth or Dare instead of switching to dare. AND Three: Since it was actually the dad that suffered the consequences and I don't have kids, I still survive. 5/5. I'm doing SO. WELL.

Hell yeah, our first Ohio based episode! Dean looks soooooo pleased to be here. Thanks, Dean...

Why are "Ohio State med students" in Toledo to look at a body for a paper?

I was gonna applaud the lab guy for standing his ground not letting them in until he was so easily bribed. Okay...now he's just extorting them, and I kinda like him again. Get that bread.

As someone who was a teen in Ohio in 2005, the hair, makeup, and wardrobe for these girls is VERY Ohio teen in 2005.

Oof. The writers...like, it's believable that a teenage girl would blame herself for her ex's death,...and I am glad Dean had the sense to say that it wasn't her fault when going over it with Sam.

(I'm back on my Todobros AU bullshit for a sec. Sorry if you're here strictly for superwholock, my main fandom these days IS My Hero Academia. So, the monster today is a ghost of a girl named Mary who kills people who have kept the secret of their involvement, however slight, in someone else's death. Sam wants to be used as bait via Jessica's death, and he says that there's stuff about that night he hasn't told Dean. IMAGINING a future scenario where Shoto would feel the need to keep a secret about guilt he's feeling from Touya is hitting me in the feels...I don't like it)

I can't wait til Sam does tell Dean the secret about what happened the night of Jessica's death. Maybe then we'll stop getting so many flashbacks to it/we can move on from Sam's nightmares (though, I don't think we'll be done with them for a while, if I'm honest).

Why didn't they cover more of the mirrors in this place??

Another Dean lie that horribly backfired. You love to see it.

OH SHIT. I forgot a lot about these seasons. I definitely forgot his nightmares started before she died.

Did Dean just UNO Reverse a fuckin' ghost??

"Been On My Mind" Tracker: No action for either of the Winchesters in this episode (Guess I might as well track this til Castiel shows up.)

"The Unquiet Dead"

WOULD I SURVIVE THE FIRST FIVE MINUTES OF THIS EPISODE? Actually, probably. I don't think that we'll be on that particular rift when the time comes for that situation. But, like, say we were on A rift that would cause whatever's going on (it's been a while, you're lucky I'm remembering it's a rift) to happen, it would take the tired, overworked mortician to save me.

Ok, the staff at this funeral home in 1860 London is an absolute delight in a most morbid way. They're so over the dead coming to life again. Can't they just stay in place?? I can't believe we have to go body snatching AGAIN

I need a TARDIS wardrobe.

I no longer like the funeral home guy. How dare you threaten her job when she's the only one who CAN help you in these cases.

Why does Rose have to change, but the Doctor can wear *checks notes* jeans and a modern leather jacket??

As much as I like episodes where the Doctor is already friends with historical figures, him coming to the realization that he's just stolen Charles Dickens's carriage and brought the man himself along for the ride is every bit as good.

Nine getting all smiley over this dude using the house's reputation to his advantage is adorable.

Every time Rose finds a way to connect with a character who no one in their time or place would hardly pay any attention to, my heart swells. When she spoke to the maintenance worker last episode and the woman working for the undertaker. She really is the "let's talk about labor rights" companion.

... are the ghosts in the rift the Cybermen? Am I remembering that correctly? (I don't actually want an answer right now, but I feel like I'm right)

Took me forever to figure out where I knew the actor playing Charles Dickens from, but he also played Monsieur Andre in the Phantom of the Opera movie...and he also had a role in Galavant, but I'm having a hard time remembering right now

A recurring theme I love in Doctor Who is the Doctor reassuring artists that their life’s work matters

Tomorrow's my first real episode of Sherlock, and I feel like it's going to be better than when I watched the unaired pilot. We'll get Mycroft back, for one. And 221b will be decorated the way it SHOULD BE.

Wanna know one of my least favorite facts about me? Omg. This should have been my random fun fact in that 15 question post...(though it has changed a little over the years) when i set out to decorate my living room in 2014 (TWENTY FOURTEEN), I took most of my inspiration from the living room at 221b. There's so much London themed decor, I have a pillow that bears the famous wallpaper INCLUDING the smiley face Sherlock paints on it. My grandma gave me this owl bank and I put headphones on it like the the one animal skull. These things have not changed. Now, no one would look at my living room and go "yes, this looks exactly like the Sherlock set," but it has just enough touches that I know...and now YOU know.

I had no business making fun of Dracula being a teaboo last year when my own sins are still very much present in my house.

[deanstead]

Move Out Of My Way

Pairing: Dean Winchester x WinchesterSister!Reader x Sam Winchester

Requested: yes, by anon

Summary: When Y/N wants to confront a nest of vampires, her brothers know that there’s nothing they can do to stop her.

Word Count: 1,331

Warnings: minor character death, language

A/N: I'm super late with this, but it took me a while to get some motivation and idea to write this but I hope you like it anyway! Hit me up and let me know what you think!

WINCHESTER!SISTER MASTERLIST

“Y/N, stop.”

You glared up at your older brother.

“It’s too dangerous.” Dean said, his eyes trained on you, looking like he knew exactly what you were going to say next.

It was supposed to be a routine hunt with your brothers, but you’d met another group of hunters while on a hunt for a nest of vampires, and the only reason you’d worked together was because you knew one of them.

Alex Stone.

His ruffled black hair still looked the exact same as it had since the last time you saw him, even though that was at least ten years ago. Alex was no longer scrawny, but he still had that cheeky smile and ten extra years of hunting hadn’t dampened the sparkle in his eyes either.

So, disgruntled as Dean was, all of you had worked together but things had gone wrong. Horribly wrong.

No one was to blame, really, except for the vampire that had ripped out Alex’s throat right in front of you.

“Dean, I don’t care.” You growled. “They killed him. Right in front of me.”

Sam interrupted this time. “Y/N, Dean’s right…”

“I don’t care how dangerous it is! I’m going to kill them. All of those blood sucking bastards!” You yelled, looking furiously from Dean to Sam. “Now, move out of my way before I make you.” You snarled.

“Fine.” Dean conceded as Sam gave him an alarmed look. “But you’re not going alone.”

You looked up at your older brother and you knew that he knew. This rage that was coursing through your veins that was only barely blocking out the pain of losing someone. If anyone knew, it would be your brothers.

You looked back at Sam, as if daring him to argue now.

Sam glanced between his two siblings and sighed. If there was one thing that ran in this family, it was stubbornness. There was no point arguing, really. Sam nodded. “Alright, I'm in.”

You hid in the same place you had been just a day ago, glancing over at the spot where Alex had been standing just 24 hours ago and you swallowed.

You needed to focus.

Dean cast a glance towards you but didn’t say anything, turning his head back to the barn you’d been in just yesterday.

“You sure you’re ready?” Sam asked.

You cast him a furious glare.

“Okay, we already lost the element of surprise so we are all going to follow the plan. Okay, Y/N?” Dean said, directing the question at you.

You turned to look at your older brother. “I want her head.” You growled.

“As long as we follow the plan.” Dean reminded and you rolled your eyes, even though you knew your brothers were just looking out for you. But you couldn’t help it, not with the effort it was taking to just keep on a clear head.

Dean watched you for a while and you nodded. “Alright, let’s go.”

You followed Dean around the building as the both of you found a window to slip through. You found yourself worrying about Sam but you couldn’t do that now. The faster you focused and killed all these blood suckers, the faster you could put this all behind you.

You nodded at Dean, holding the machete in your hands tightly, heading in the opposite direction from Dean, working your way to the center of the nest, successfully lopping off the heads of three vampires before you could feel the air change. The sounds had roused the rest of them.

You fought through the horde of them, lopping heads off as you went along, until you stumbled on the vampire you’d wanted from the beginning.

She pounced at you and you fell onto your back, hearing Dean shouting your name, closely followed by Sam’s voice now. You didn’t know how many vampires were left, but it didn’t matter. This bitch’s head was yours.

You looked into the snarling vampire’s eyes, her lips turned up into a sickening smile and Alex’s face flashed in your head. That seemed to be all you needed.

Suddenly, you were pushing her off you, the rage pumping adrenaline through your veins. The only thing you knew was that on any other day, you probably would have needed one of your brothers to yank her off you. Instead, you were fighting almost on par with her, but she was careful not to let you get too close, like she was taunting you.

“Last one, Y/N.” Dean called out, although he didn’t move, just watching nearby.

“Nobody move. This bitch is mine.” You growled.

You watched her twitch and you knew she was getting ready to go in for the kill. “You can join your sweet boyfriend too.”

She pounced, but you didn’t move.

“Y/N!” Dean yelled.

You simply just swung your machete and lopped her head off as she was reaching you, her head now rolling off to a corner.

“That was for Alex.” You snarled.

You were silent all the way back to the bunker, squashed in your corner behind Sam, looking out the window.

You could feel Dean’s eyes on you but you didn’t want to acknowledge it. You just wanted to go home and take a hot shower.

Alex had been a friend, a really good friend. The only other hunter you trusted, almost as much as your brothers. Even though you hadn't seen him in many years, the both of you had kept in touch and Alex had joked that absence made the heart grow fonder.

And then he was gone.

You’d lost too many people, people you cared about but this? This was like someone had wrenched your heart out of your chest. The only time that you’d felt worse was when one of your brothers had died.

But you knew that Alex wasn’t going to come back.

After you got back to the bunker, the shower hadn’t helped, so you’d settled for curling up on the floor, your knees drawn up to your chest, trying to make it all go away when there was a knock at your door.

“Y/N, it’s me. I’m coming in.” Dean called quietly from the other side of the door.

You didn’t respond so Dean came in, sitting quietly next to you.

Ironically, it was actually the silence that made you raise your head and look at your older brother. Dean wasn’t even looking at you, just quietly sitting by your side, only turning when he noticed you’d looked up.

“What?” You asked.

Dean shrugged. “I didn’t say anything.”

There was a silence again before you spoke. “He was busy getting me out.” Your voice was no more than a whisper.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Dean answered, pausing as he heard the words bounce back at him. You gave him a look and he gave you a half-smile like he knew that was the stupidest thing he could say right now.

“Alright, come here.” Dean said, enveloping you into his arms for a hug. “I know, sweetheart. I know.”

You were determined not to cry but huddled into your older brother’s arms, you knew you’d never win that battle so you gave up, exhaling and letting the tears flow. You heard Sam come in but didn’t look up as you sobbed, Sam squeezing himself onto your other side and putting an arm around you as well.

“Sorry, Y/N.” Sam whispered and you whined an acknowledgment, letting him know that you heard him, that you knew.

So the three of you sat there in your room, huddled against each other, your brothers' arms around your body that shook with the sobs that ripped out of you until you couldn’t cry anymore.

“Don’t you two ever die on me.” You growled as you pulled your face out of Dean’s chest.

Dean gave you a look.

“Not ever again.” You said.

Your brothers just leaned in to give you a tight hug without saying anything.

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Summery: you and Sam are happily together but one night Dean gets drunk and he finds himself confesses his love for you.

«Dean, I think you drank too much tonight.» I say grabbing his hand before he could take another sip from his drink.

«Do you have in mind something greater than drink? ‘Cause if you do, please tell me.» Dean uses an ironic tone. I roll my eyes. He bites his lips.

«I love getting on your nerves, you know? You damn sexy when you’re upset…» his hand goes on my cheek and caresses it with his thumb.

I don’t understand what is going on, why he is doing that… yes, he was always kind to me but not that much.

«Dean…» he shakes his head.

«Just a few moments… please.» he says and I nod.

«Are you okay?» I ask him looking in his eyes. «I mean, apart everything strange and scary and…» he talks before I can finish my sentence.

«No, I’m not okay.» When he says it I notice the sadness on his face.

«Would you like to tell me what is wrong?» I smile at him, and Dean does a little smirk.

«I could never ask you that. I can’t even say it aloud.» his hand’s still on my face.

«What’s up? You’re scaring me.» he smiles and takes his hand off my face.

«When I look at you all I think is “I can’t do that”, you know? Because you’re Sammy’s. But, god, I wish you were mine.» he turns around and gets off the bar while I stay there, paralysed.

He just said that he wants me? I take my jacket and go after him.

Dean stands against his car, with the hands in his pockets and the head low.

«What was that?» I ask almost yelling.

«Calm yourself, sweetheart. I’m drunk. I don’t know what I’m saying.» he says without watching me.

«You know I’m with Sam, right?» He rolls his eyes and does a grin.

«Yes, I know. And you don’t make me forget about it even for a damn minute. How many times you moan his name when he fucks you? When he takes you in the shower? When he kisses your neck? Have you ever think I could hear you? Or maybe that turn you on more and more?» he comes closer to me and makes me push against the Impala. He is in front of me with his arms at the sides of my body.

«How many times I had to stay out of the room because you two were making out and all I could think was “Damn it, I wanna be the one who fucks her.” But no, you choose Sam… the big hot nerd. And what about me?»

He kisses my neck, really he is sucking my skin.

«Dean… stop.» I say but I understand, from my tone, I don’t mean it.

«Tell me you love Sam… I dare you.» his hands explore my body and one of them stops at my thing. He grabs it and push it to make his room to my vagina. He touches me there and, even if my jeans are on, I feel wet.

«Dean…» I whisper.

«Yes, moan my name darling.» His hand slips under my shirt and unhook my bra.

«Would you like to continue in the car or I have to take you right there?» he whispers in my ear. I’m not able to talk, I feel the passion grows in me.

«I’m with Sam…» I say in a whisper.

«You want me.» while he’s saying these words he grabs my chin, lifting my face.

«I want you…» he kisses my lips. His tongue opens my mouth strongly, but I don’t step back, instead I kiss him back. My hand is lost in his hair pushing him closer. His hands unbutton my jeans and he opens the car door.

We enter in the Impala, he is over me.

«Now, Y/n, you’re mine.» he says firmly and I nod.

«I’m yours.» He smirks and winks.

«Yes, you are.» He lowers over me pulling me off my shirt and my bra. He grabs one of my boobs with his hand, squeezing it tight, meanwhile he takes in his lips the nipple of the other.

My hands reach his jeans to unbutton it, but he stops me.

«I’ll tell you when it’s time. Just enjoy it.»

He returns to his work on my boobs, but I wanna more so I lift my hips against him.

«Please, Dean…» he bites my nipple making me moan and, finally, he lowers on my pants.

He touches me.

«You have wet your panty… good girl.»

Without taking off my underwear, he rubs my clit and I help the movement by moving me against her finger.

He finally takes it off and puts his finger in the middle of it. He licks it.

«Delicious... I think Sam likes it. Have you ever tasted you?» I shake my head.

«What a shame. You should do that, you’re so good.»

Then he opens my legs a little more and pulls his tongue against my pussy licking it.

«Dean…» I moan when he bites my clit. He makes his tongue goes round and round while he stinks his finger in my sex.

«I have to say it, you squeeze so tight. I like it.»

«Another…» I moan for more.

He sticks out his finger, takes off his jeans and his pants and enters inside me.

The both of us moan at the same time and he starts to move his hips. He pushes himself inside me more and more, I follow his movement.

«Dean I’m…» I say in a wisher, I feel so high and full… his pushes become stronger.

I come all over his sex but he doesn’t stop.

«Oh, you’re amazing.» I say while he continues to push. I want him to be pleased like I am so I make him come closer to so he’s almost lying over me. I wrap his waist with my legs and he grabs my back. I take off his shirt and I kiss him on the lips, neck, shoulder, chest, everywhere.

«I’m close…» he says and I squeeze his sex tighter. When he tries to get off of me to come and keep him strongly against me.

«Y/n, I can’t…»

«I want you inside of me.» He comes and all of him fill me completely.

We stay for a little like this then I lift up getting out of me.

We look at each other without saying a word then we dress up.

When we have done and the high was gone, I feel terrible.

«Dean…» I try to say something but nothing comes out of my mouth.

«I don’t judge you. I’m not thinking about you betray my brother with me, all I’m thinking is that this was the best night of my life.»