#dean meets a dean girl

[youchangedmedestiel]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences 

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply 

Words: 5,542

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Becky Rosen (mentioned), Original Characters, Original Female Character(s) 

Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s05e09 The Real Ghostbusters (Supernatural), Canon Compliant, Case Fic, The Winchester Gospels (Supernatural), Canon-Typical Violence, Dean Winchester meets a dean girl, Apparently this tag doesn't exist yet, this is my declaration of love to dean, Dean Winchester Deserves to be Happy, Dean Winchester Deserves Nice Things, Dean Winchester Deserves Better

Summary:

Becky got Dean’s phone number from Chuck and gave it to a friend of her, because she didn’t believe her that the Winchester brothers were real and that they might help her. This friend calls Dean and asks them to come and hunt a vampire that kills people in her town. The brothers can’t let people die, so they accept and this is how Dean ends up facing a dean girl.

[hakusins]

FREAK ANON HERE: BOOTHILL TRAILER BOOTHILL TRAILER BOOTHILL TRAILER https://youtu.be/HaGcCd89KOs?si=7GkVDJOwhJa6lcHJ

i'm three steps ahead of you freak anon bECAUSE HOLY FUCK DO I NEED HIM PREGNANT NOW !!!!!!!!!!

[absolutely-not-my-main-blog]

I sincerely think if Dennis Reynolds and Jeff Winger were to makeout, it would benefit them both immensely, in fact, it’d be good for their health

[undeadfaun-re]

Regressor!JD and Veronica :))

[kitkataract]

okay but every time dean says “thiS is mY tOwN!” after jess and rory kiss in the street in 3.09, i just giggle. like my guy, my good deranged sir: you yourself are a transplant from the big city. maybe you wanna take it down a notch??

[libraryledge]

A Wild Ride (A Story Inspired by The Bikeriders)

Author's Note: Last week, I watched the film, "The Bikeriders" and highly recommend it. I was inspired to write a short story about Benny and Kathy, without major spoilers from the film. Enjoy!

It had been a long time since I'd had a night out. I was a busy gal, usually running errands or tending to matters at home. It wasn't like I was unhappy, it was more like I felt unfulfilled. I needed this night out, but my friend's decision to meet up at a sketchy bar was not my typical definition of fun. 

First of all, I wasn't a drinker. I didn't mind when others drank, but I could not stomach liquor. Secondly, this bar was filled to the brim with creeps. From the moment I set foot inside, I could feel the unavoidable male gaze on every inch of my body.

When I finally made my way to the table where my friend was sitting, I was overcome by a wave of relief.

“Geez! Could this place be any creepier?” I asked with exasperation. As soon as the words left my mouth, a guy at least 10 years older than me approached me and gave me a toothy grin.

“Hey pretty darlin’, mind if I take you out tonight?” he asked without shame of his putrid beer breath.

“Ugh! Yes, I do mind. Now let me be!” I said diverting my attention back to my friend. However, she was engrossed in a conversation with a man in the biker jacket. I assumed that he was part of the riding club, based on his attire. 

I sighed and allowed my eyes to wander around the room. Everywhere I looked men were either smoking, drinking, swearing, or doing all three simultaneously.

Eventually, my wandering eyes landed upon a young man who was playing at the pool table. He had a lean build, but his arm were very muscular. He seemed to be avoiding the hullabaloo of the crowd, and his sole intention appeared to be winning at the game in front of him.

Suddenly, he looked up from the table, and for a brief second, we made eye contact. I quickly looked away to avoid looking like a creep myself. 

I turned toward my friend who was still talking a mile a minute with the biker guy. I nudged her. 

“Who is that?” I asked, lowering my voice to avoid being overheard.

My friend looked up and gave me a quizzical look. “That's Benny. He visits here often and is a motorcycle enthusiast. You don't want to cross paths with him," she replied, giving me a side-eyed glance.

“Why not?” I asked, wondering what kind of history this mysterious man had.

“Don’t take it personally. It’s the advice I’d give to anyone. No gal wants to be caught dead with him. He's a reckless driver. One ride on his bike, and you can kiss your hopes and dreams goodbye,” she replied with a roll of her eyes, before diverting her attention back to the biker man.

With a twinge of annoyance, I turned my gaze back towards the pool table only to see that it was empty. Benny was gone.

The night droned on. My friend got drunker and drunker by the moment, and by her fourth drink, I’d had enough. I made up an excuse about needing to tend to some matters at home, and I made my quick escape.

The night air was chilly and unsettling. I knew that it was stupid to walk home alone in the middle of the night, but did I really have a choice? Just as I was about to begin my journey home, I heard the door to the bar open behind me. Benny walked outside and lit a cigarette. I knew that he saw me, but he didn't interact with me, which I assumed was because he wanted to give me space rather than because he wanted to be disrespectful. The scent of smoke lingered in the air, and normally it would have bothered me, but for some reason it didn't disturb me.

I continued walking, but didn't get very far because a large group of drunk and rowdy bikers came bounding out of the bar. I picked up the pace, but wasn't fast enough. 

They spotted me, and the smelly old beer guzzler, who attempted to flirt with me earlier, cornered me with an obnoxiously pleased look. 

“Hey little lady! Thought you could dash off without a good night kiss?” he said, with a nauseating sneer.

I swore at him and told him to get lost. I managed to escape from his path, only to come face to face with another equally as revolting biker.

“Ah! Can't you tell that she doesn't want to see your ugly face?” he snorted in amusement.

“Go screw yourself!” I yelled at him and began speed walking in the opposite direction, towards Benny, who was now sitting upon an older motorcycle.  I assumed it was his by the way he gently positioned his palms upon the handlebars.

Benny made eye contact with me as if to silently say, “Are you alright?” I watched as he steadied himself upon the front of the bike, leaving an open space behind him on the seat.

The men were approaching me, and I could hear them hooting and hollering. My eyes darted back towards Benny, and it was at that moment that I decided to push aside any hesitation and go for it. Despite not having any liquor in my system, I felt the electricity of a person, whose courage was being powered by one too many drinks.

I hopped onto the back of Benny's motorcycle and whispered in his ear, “I live at 44228 Russo Lane. Please, I need a ride home.”

A surprise look crossed Benny's tanned face, but it slowly morphed into one of amusement.

“Alright then. Hold on tight. I'm not known to take it easy,” he said with a chuckle.

Slowly, I wrapped my arms around his back and secured my grip around his torso. Benny revved up the engine, and I felt the motor rumble below me.

I had no idea what was driving the sudden rebellion inside of me, but it was certainly worth it to see the flabbergasted looks upon the faces of the other bikers as I rode away with my arms wrapped around Benny.

“So long boys. Hasta la vista!” I shouted over my shoulder, as we bolted out of the bar’s parking lot.

I felt the wind rushing through my hair as Benny  picked up speed and we went bounding down the street.

"Do I get to know your name?” Benny asked, over the thundering engine.

I let out a loud laugh. “Kathy,” I said, feeling the adrenaline build up in my chest.

“Kathy. That’s a beautiful name. Now hold on tight. I don't want to be the last person you introduce yourself to," he replied.

I chuckled. At least he was aware of the reputation he carried. Somehow, I wasn't afraid. Maybe it was the crisp scent of his cologne mixed with smoke that put me at ease.

I tightened my grip around him and replied, "I guess that's the risk I take for hitching a ride with a stranger.”

Benny let out a hearty laugh. “Darn right!” he exclaimed.

I had never ridden on a motorcycle, but I always admired those who made it seem so effortless. Bob Dylan, Marlon Brando, and even James Dean couldn't rival the charisma that Benny oozed as we rode into the night.

Eventually, we pulled up in front of my driveway, and as the motor slowed, my heartbeat quickened. I carefully made my way off of the bike and was now standing on the sidewalk in front of my house, positioned face to face with Benny.

“Well, I guess you made it home in one piece," he said with a teasing look in his eyes.

“Thank you. That wouldn’t have been the case if I lingered around that bar any longer,” I replied gratefully. “I swear I don't make a habit out of hitching rides with strangers.”

Benny grinned mischievously. “I hope after this I won't remain a stranger.”

Something about the way he said that lit a fire in me. “No, you're right. I don't think that will do," I responded, matching his playful tone.

Benny grinned. “Tomorrow, I’m meeting a few guys over at the abandoned lot, behind the town center. I could pick you up if you don't mind your life flashing before your eyes again,” he joked.

“You really know how to treat a gal,” I replied with a smile.

“I try,” he responded with a grin, as he started the engine, gave me a small wave, and went rumbling down the street once more.

I watched as he disappeared into the darkness. My night started off with a horrible social outing, surrounded by idiots. Somehow, amidst the chaos, I found comfort in a lonely bike rider, and I decided to trust him. Maybe I had a desire for rebellion, or maybe I was yearning for romance, but all I knew was that if I followed Benny, I was in for a wild ride.

[fictionbish]

made this in art class. the prompt was: if you could time travel to any time period, where would you travel? i chose the 80s/90s because the films and the shows and the fashion was just 🤌🏻👌🏻

[frogeye-pierce]

that was no lady...that was my wife! (<- dean martin)

Dean Martin in Who Was That Lady? (1960)

[emmafallsinlove]

i just realized something, and correct me if i’m wrong, but christopher never met jess. he only heard of him as being the kid who because of him rory broke her arm, but he never actually met him.

[pynkhues]

Why did rio finger Beth 💗😩

She's inside him, he wants to be inside her too </3

[badolmen]

Do not underestimate my ability to seduce* shitty white guys with my good innocent Irish Catholic girl swag.

*force them to confront their biases and reconsider their political ideologies

[autumnrory]

also it's so funny the rory/dean/tristan dynamic is so incredibly similar to the rory/dean/jess dynamic like the second tristan has left the show, jess is the one getting on dean's nerves and messing with their relationship LIKE the exact same conflict truly, they could've done something less love triangle-y, could've just let rory fall for jess and break up with dean but noooo

[musclesandhammering]

Spn season 4 au where most stuff is the same, but Cas is in her 1901 female vessel the whole time, and she realises from the beginning that Sam and Dean think she’s a demon so she just rolls with that and pretends to be one for like the whole season. Also, she hates Dean right off the bat and is only associating with him begrudgingly (he prob makes some gross sexual comment to her on first meeting and that’s what did it idk).

[juuuuunaaaaaooooo]

Soulmate Au : Where you dream of your soulmate's life through their eyes, but everything is blurred, until you meet them.

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[johndonneswife]

aaaaarrrrggghhhhhhdjjfigjfi he was literally an angel of the lord who dragged a repressed homosexual man (!!!) out of hell and then fell in love with him (!!!!!!) and rebelled against heaven and committed literal genocide for him and furthermore helped kill THEE literal Abrahamic God with him ?!?!?! like what is not clicking…how can you watch this show and be normal…how are you immune to the cw’s supernatural…with banger lines like ‘you draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but ultimately, it was all about saving one human…’ and ‘when castiel first laid a hand on you in hell he was lost’ and ‘you came off the line with a crack in your chassis. you have never done what you were told’ and ‘the worst part was dean, trying so hard to be loyal, with every instinct telling him otherwise’ and ‘i cared about the whole world because of you…’ etc and so on and so forth…like how are you immune to the unbelievably depressing queer narrative spn writers unintentionally created while they were busy writing the worst show of all time…do you not yearn? we are not the same…they literally sent castiel to nothingness until the end of time all bc he was a little fruity and then dean was like ‘hmm i think im done living now bc i miss cas :-(‘ and died on a RUSTY NAIL after years of fighting literal angels and demons and dying and being brought back to life from literal HELL…while his straight boring whitebread brother lived a long and happy normal life with his wife and children…like what more could you possibly want from a tv show…hashtag love is only for the brave 🌈

[w1nch3strd]

ENDLESS POSTS OF HOPE WINCHESTER. visuals / faceclaim.

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