#dean is whipped

[sirlancenotalot]

[drulalovescas]

WHERES THE ANGEL? YOU'RE HIM is such an insane exchange. Because It means that all the Purgatory monsters were gossiping about 1) Dean Winchester being locked in Purgatory and 2) frantically running around the monster land looking for his angel.

How embarrassing for him😭

[shallowbelever]

Supernatural | 1.06 Skin

[sunforgrace]

dean in season 13: if someone stole my car i would kill them dead.

dean the season prior when cas stole the colt hidden under dean’s pillow in his room and is passenger to kelly peeling tf out of there in the impala because he asked dean for the keys and dean gave them to him: he’s been having a rough time sam.

[penisbrigade]

i think cas would get super into crafting, especially as something to do when he doesn’t sleep, so he learns to knit or crochet until he has a full closet and then he’s making things for dean and sam so you get dean winchester on a wendigo case stoically wearing a lumpy grandma sweater with a few holes and what are probably bees but cas hasn’t gotten very good at designs yet. once he gets good at tapestry yarn work, maybe he starts working protection sigils and symbols into things he makes as well. i just like to imagine it.

(bonus: cas learning how to make stuffed animals and amigurumi so he very seriously presents people with little strangely shaped creatures that could be bears and cats, but just as likely be monsters or demons of some sort )

[according2thelore]

(please read cw in tags)

dean knocks on sammy's door. he shifts on his feet. 

it's late. he knows it's late. but after the library today, dean needs to know where they stand. younger sam hadn't come back to their room after the fight, and dean ribs have been aching with the lack of sam winchester everywhere.

he knocks again, but doesn't get a response.

he cracks open the door, and it's dark and quiet. figures. sammy is asleep, dumbass! dean's mind screams, but he opens the door further.

"sammy?" dean asks, hushed. nothing. dean hesitates, but he takes a step inside.

the room smells like sam, and dean is brought up short by it. he hadn't realized how little he has walked into a room and known sam had been in it by smell alone.

they usually didn't stay in places long enough as kids for those places to pick up their smells, aside from the rare few-month-long hunt. even sam's apartment in palo alto smelled more like jess than sam. even worse, it had smelled of what their skin smelled like together, which was nothing dean had ever associated with his brother at all.

it felt like if every copy of dean’s favourite song had been destroyed, and only covers remained. it was the same, but barely. not in the way it matters.

but this room is sam's. 

it’s strange, as dean looks around the dark room, how little of sam is actually here.

there’s a flannel hanging on the desk chair, and a couple of thick tomes open on its surface. but that’s…it. a couple of the dresser drawers hang open, and dean notices even those are empty.

it’s like sam doesn’t even sleep here.

but there’s a figure in the bed, on his stomach, holding the pillow like dean imagines he holds his girls. dean wants to snort, because it looks like sammy is the little spoon after all.

“sammy?” dean asks, again. he reasons with himself that if he doesn’t respond, he’ll go back to bed. his own weakness irritates him. just because he and his sam had a fight doesn’t mean he needs to go bother older sam with it. but dean can’t seem to stay away from the guy.

sam’s breathing stops. 

dean finds his own breath catching, as sam shifts. slowly, sam turns around. he moves steadily, purposefully, like a jungle cat and not at all like a man just woken from a dead sleep. dean freezes in the doorway, feeling—terrifyingly—hunted.

sammy blinks at him. dean blinks back.

dean can't see his face well in the dark, and can't see his eyes at all. the sheer bulk of sammy takes dean aback now that the familiar dimples and moles are absent. this body is a hunter's body.

sammy doesn't say anything for a long moment. 

dean is about to say something, but…the little of sammy’s face dean can see does something strange. something bad. dean can feel sam crumpling in on himself, and sammy’s eyes cut away from him, like dean is made of teeth, or of crawling bugs.

"no. no, no, no." sammy winds a hand into his hair. "it was supposed to be over."

“sammy? it’s—it’s me.” dean tries, but sam is senseless in the very literal horrific sense of the word, eyes blindly searching the sheets, deaf to dean’s words. then, he slams his hand into the side of his head, hard.

"it’s not—real, it’s not—“ sam mutters, quicker and quicker, and dean startles. he runs over to sam, just as sam takes one of his own fingers and bends it back, hard.

“hey!” dean cries, trying to pry sam’s finger away from the punishing hand. dean hears a pop and watches—horrified, as sam’s finger pops out of its socket. “holy fuck!”

sam is pale, and despite how he tilts his head to avoid looking at dean at all, his eyes are wide open. dean doesn’t think he’s fucking blinked since he walked in.

“hey, look at me, sammy, please.” 

“dean’ll be here. he’ll be here.” sam mutters under his breath, and dean watches—part relief and fascination and terror—as sam pops his index finger back in place, like he practically breaks his fingers for fun.

“i’m dean, sammy—look at me, please!” dean cries, frantic, but this seems to only distress sam more. he cries out, shaking his head. tears pour from his unblinking eyes, focused on the ceiling.

“we’re out. i’m out. dean!” sammy’s hand snaps up, and dean barely manages to stop him from slamming it into the side of his head again. 

dean is going to be sick. he’s going to be fucking sick. he doesn’t know what’s wrong, what’s going on, and the lack of consciousness behind sam’s eyes is the scariest thing dean’s ever seen.

“what the fuck?“

dean whips around, both hands wrapped around sam’s wrists, whom—if anything—is more terrified that he can’t hit himself than the distress that the actual pain caused him.

his older self is standing in the doorway, and dean is so relieved to see him that he slumps forward, letting sam’s wrists go.

“he started hurting himself—i don’t—“

“get out of my goddamn way,” older dean roars, and he shoves dean behind him and into the hallway. dean’s back hits the wall, hard. his feet go from under him, relief and terror and nausea making him lightheaded, and he slides down against the wall.

"i didn't--i didn't--" dean can't get any air into his lungs. he’s trying to justify himself to no one, as his older self has immediately fallen into action.

older dean turns the lamp on, and light floods the room, blinding dean and making his eyes water.

"you remember going to bed," older dean says, grabbing sam roughly. it sounds like a command, like dean is trying to convince him with the strength of his words alone. "you remember dinner last night. what did we have?"

sammy's panting, and he's scrabbling at dean's wrists. dean watches red welts bloom on his forearms, but his older self doesn’t even flinch. not even when the redness of his skin turns into blood. 

"he's got—young!—he wears his—"

"no. he's not here, sammy. tell me. what did we have for dinner last night?"

sammy's breathing fast, but dean can't see his face from where his hair has fallen into his face. it takes a few minutes for sam's breathing to calm, but dean is too afraid to approach. 

"we had...um. i think we had lasagna?" 

"there you go." dean smiles softly. you got onto me for forgetting to buy parmesan last week, remember?" 

quietly, so quietly that dean almost doesn't hear it, sam lets out a snort.

"yeah. i remember." his fingers rotate, and dean watches sam pet up older dean's arms with the pads of his fingers, like he's soothing the scratches from seconds before. spots of blood smear the trunks of his thumbs.

"dean." sam says, and dean can hear the tension running through it. he perks up, and his heart is trying to beat its way out of his chest, trying to reunite with sammy because it knows what's right. dean has never been this close and far away from sam when he needs his help. "i think he's back. i think...i think he's wearing you, again." 

"no, that's pocket-sized, remember? you love that guy. you've been knitting him little sweaters to wear." older dean says, but neither of them look at dean slumped over in the hall. dean doesn't want them to.

slowly, sam raises his head. dean watches his hair fall back, and for the first time since dean walked into the room, sam looks at him directly. he has to almost lean over the protective shield of older dean’s body. sam’s eyes trace his face, his hands clenched on his knees.

"oh." sam says, shakily. "they...they both came. right. i—" sammy puts a hand on his forehead, and dean joins it, gently wiping his own blood from sam’s forehead as sam’s fingers transfer the rusty smudges. sam doesn’t seem to notice.

"come here. please?” a weak voice from the room, and dean—despite every fuckin’ thing—can’t deny sam a damn thing. not when he sounds like that, all weak and upset and so baby brother, despite the inches and pounds and years he has on dean, now.

he expects his older self to stop him, but dean just slides to the side, stepping away to the attached bathroom a few steps away. dean hears the sink turn on. sammy, still sitting on the bed, holds one arm out to the side, and dean steps into it obediently, almost automatically. sam’s feet slide off of the bed, and he sits on the edge of it, holding dean close with a heavy arm.

dean doesn’t know what sam wants—is afraid he’s going to agree to something they’re both going to regret later. but sammy just tilts forward, the crown of his head digging into the lowest part of his sternum, where ribs meet.

he can undoubtedly feel dean’s frantic heartbeat against his skull, but sammy just breathes slowly, eyes closed. 

"i'm so sorry, dean." he rasps, quietly.

"you're sorry?" dean croaks, digging his fingers into sammy's long hair to anchor himself. he can feel sam's shaky exhale against his abdomen. "i fuckin--jesus, sammy. i'm so sorry.”

sammy tilts away from him, and looks up into his face. dean is hit with such a potent wave of—in this moment—agony. this is his baby, isn’t it?

this is the little baby that wanted lucky charms for dinner and demanded to hold dean’s hand when they crossed streets and cried so hard when dean first came back from a hunt bleeding that he threw up. 

this is his baby, with tired eyes, and deep, harrowed lines in his face. for the first time, dean realizes just how much they’ve lost. sammy is looking up at him like dean is supposed to know what to do here, like he’s expecting dean to heal hurts that dean didn’t see inflicted. that dean himself has inflicted tonight.

this is his baby. 

sammy tugs on his arm, and dean sits down on the corner of the bed, so desperate to erase the look in his eyes, so desperate to meet sam’s needs like he always has that he’d be willing to shoot himself in the head if sam handed him a gun.

but sam just pulls dean in, just as older dean comes out from the bathroom. his forearms are still dark with red welts, but the bleeding has stopped. sam lays down, and dean looks up at his older self.

older dean doesn’t say anything, just gets in bed behind sam. dean slowly lays down as well. sam lifts a hand and dean feels a light tug at his neck as sam wraps a hand around the amulet. something humiliatingly close to tears prick at dean’s eyes. sam has been reaching for the amulet for comfort as long as dean has had it.

dean watches as his older self reaches an arm around sam’s waist and pulls him closer. sam’s eyes flutter shut, and his reaching hand encourages dean to come closer. slowly, like he’s waiting for dean to reject him, sam’s knee gently bumps dean’s and stays there. 

sammy has been so calmed by dean—by both deans here, together—that he's already loose-limbed and half asleep.

sam’s breathing is slower now, and dean watches raptly as his eyes flutter open. his eyes are sleepy and dark, and dean feels speared by the depth of his devotion to this man.

it scares him.

dean is acutely afraid, as he leans forward and presses himself into sam’s chest, letting sam tuck his nose into his closely-shorn hair.

"stone number one." sammy murmurs. 

it doesn't mean anything to dean, but his older self ducks down to nuzzle against sam's hair. they make eye contact over sam's head. 

something passes between them. not respect, not necessarily. an understanding, maybe. this is ours. we will do anything to keep him safe.

"you've got two of 'em, now. you're weighed down with all these stones, baby," older dean says lightly. sam huffs a laugh directly into dean's head, and he shudders. “you ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

[annmariethrush]

The way I never stop thinking about this

[artyandink]

“Dean Winchester is a womaniser.”

I disagree strongly with this statement. Dean may look it, or check out women openly, but he’s actually respectful to them. If they’re uncomfortable, he makes them feel comfortable. He wants them to experience everything good before they die. Dean makes them feel beautiful. I have a lot of examples.

My first one is Cassie Robinson. She broke up with him after he told her the truth, but when she needed his help, he came running. Immediately. Didn’t care what happened, just turned tail and went to help her. The spicy scene came after, and even then Cassie made the first move.

My second is Andrea Barr. Yeah, sure, Dean kinda did flirt with her, but then she made her boundary and he respected it. And again, he didn’t make the first move to have the kiss, she did.

Third Jo Harvelle. Dean didn’t flirt with her at all, instead he protected her and made sure she didn’t get hurt in No Exit. Granted, she did get snatched, but while protecting her the best he could he respected her wishes to work the case. And her wishes when she told him to go after finding out that John killed her dad out of mercy for his pain.

Fourth Lisa Braeden. First and foremost, he helped her. And created a bond with Ben, with the whole changeling thing and also helped Lisa when she got caught in the whole… demon thing, was it? And how she got in hospital, he wanted to guarantee her safety. Before everything, Lisa’s safety came first.

Most important example are as follows:

Shaylene and Suzy.

For y’all who don’t know Shaylene, she’s the girl from Raul’s Girl in s10 (Girls, Girls, Girls, I think) who made out with Dean and tried to get him to sign the contract to make a deal with a demon. Against her will. Dean clocked this and immediately asked if it’s what she wanted. Regardless of his needs, he saw that she didn’t like her job and instantly went to help her with it.

And Suzy Lee. She used to be an - ahem - star of Casa Erotica, but she eventually moved on to head a chastity group at a church, changing her name too. When Dean finds out, she’s instantly embarrassed, but he makes her comfortable and proud of ‘what she can do’ and it makes her feel good about herself. Have more confidence, and that’s what attracted her to him. He. Found. Her. Beautiful.

Dean Winchester doesn’t hit on the first woman he sees, he’ll hit on any woman because he finds them all to be beautiful. Nancy from Jus in Bello, he told her that he wouldn’t let her die a virgin because he cared that she’d experience everything good in life. Anna too.

Note that all these women technically make the first move. And how Dean in his scenes on the show where he’s making out and/or having sex with a woman, he’s always more submissive and softer.

There’s my essay.

[bl-bracket]

Most Whipped Round 2: Mahasamut (Love Sea) vs Dean (Until We Meet Again)

[Submitted Reasons Under Cut]

Mahasamut: He is willing to pretty much give up his life on the island in order to move to be with Tongrak. In doing so he signs a contract that he won’t do anything that Tongrak doesn’t like except falling in love with him. He cares for Tongrak’s niece and picks her up from school just so that Tongrak and his sister can avoid their abusive father. And then when given his freedom the first thing he does is beat the absolute shit out of the abusive dad so that he would leave Tongrak alone. I’m pretty sure there is almost nothing Tongrak could say that Mut wouldn’t do for him.

Dean: none submitted

[ye-olde-tardis]

Still thinking about "I'd rather have you. Cursed or not." LIKE???? WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT SIR???

[sirlancenotalot]

[tiktaalic]

Sam pov about dean so good it makes you woozy

[ananke-xiii]

Dean Winchester's "Hey, Winona. The '90s called. They'd like their shoes back👢" is Enrique Salvatore's "Don’t stomp your lil last season Prada shoes at me honey 👠".

[sunforgrace]

steals your gun approaches your car without you goes dean. 🤨🧍🏻‍♂️😕it’s locked. 🙁 interrupting your conversation with sam. you are compelled to give me the keys without hesitation on account of my wet blue eyes and captivating nature

[dragon-giggles]

Rowlf and Lassie ❤

[crowley-the-1-true-king-of-hell]

I need a moment to appreciate that Crowley wanted to hear Cas' side. I'm talking about the famous Cas offering Crowley honey. But before that Crowley said "what do you have to say for yourself?"

And yeah it's such a simple question. By itself it doesn't mean much. But in context giving Cas an open ended question to give him more freedom with his explanation is everything

Listen, in the earlier episode TMWWBK, Dean doesn't ask Cas "why?" He says "Please tell me you aren't working with Crowley?!" He doesn't give Cas an open ended question so Cas can explain himself fully. Cas can only counter each individual accusation against him. He isn't given the freedom to start from the beginning

It really is meaningful that Crowley gives Cas an open ended question, and it's also sad that it's meaningful, as it's only meaningful because of how TFW treats Cas

What makes the scene even more heartwarming is Crowley is known for his temper. But while Cas is monologuing about bees, Crowley is oddly patient. He is patient because he actually cares what Cas has to say for himself. Crowley could have said "I don't bloody care about bees! Apologize!" But instead he wanted to understand Cas' point of view "what are you talking about?" Crowley said

And damn does Crowley have a soft spot for Cas. He doesn't want vengeance on Cas while he is vulnerable. Crowley says it's because it wouldn't be fun ( because Cas can't fight back. ) But Crowley also tortures people who can't fight back. Like someone not being able to fight back isn't going to stop Crowley. So he does have a soft spot for Cas, because lbr since when has Crowley ever cared about whether anyone was able to fight back or not?

And wow Cas' apology is so meaningful 🥺 He genuinely feels bad for hurting Crowley. He wants Crowley to feel better. Look to Crowley it's just honey. The apology doesn't mean much to Crowley because he doesn't care about honey and okay fair lol

But to Cas that honey is an amazing miracle that he wants to give to Crowley and Cas believes he is giving Crowley the most incredible gift like that apology token isn't Cas being flippant of Crowley's feelings. It was the amazing miracle honey he collected himself 🥹