#dean winchester misconceptions

[the-mpreg-guy]

I'm being so serious when I say that I just can't vibe with headcanons and fanfictions that depict Dean as biphobic. Like sorry for thinking someone can be in the closet for reasons other than thinking it's disgusting to love other men? It just feels weird and gross especially since the few times Dean reacts weird to being called gay in the show it was almost always specifically in reference to BEING GAY WITH HIS BROTHER

[soullessjack]

sorry but the idea that jack can’t handle scary things is just so. What show are you fucking watching. jack isn’t shaking like a leaf or covering his face with a blanket when something mildly spooky happens on tv. he’s in the backseat making shrunken heads kiss and chanting “road trip” when they go to hell or investigate some abandoned building full of ritual kill corpses. he’s like dipper and mabel pines fused into a single silly monster-obsessed-dork entity

[maniacalmole]

It's always been 'Haha they both like cars and trying to be cool' with Crowley and Dean but now there's this delightful alteration of events wherein the ones who have the most specific thing in common is...well...the ones who got Confessed(TM) to.

Aziraphale: I couldn't stop talking.

Dean: Doesn't sound so bad? I just kind of stood there.

Aziraphale: I mean, I actually interrupted him.

Dean: I wish I'd interrupted him.

Aziraphale: Do you think we both did the wrong thing?

Dean: Yeah we fucked up.

[spnhunter4life]

Not So Bad

Summary: Bad information on a hunt leads to a tense situation that ends in confessed feelings.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: none

Masterlist

I sighed as I flipped through the pages of the dusty old book I’d picked up out of a mix of nerves and boredom. The Winchester boys and I were in New York of all places. I hated it here. The constant loud noise of the bustling city, the air that was so far from the fresh country air I’d grown used to at the bunker, and, worst of all, the tall buildings that blocked out the sky mixing with the thick crowds of people made me feel severely claustrophobic. 

But there was a monster here that needed to be killed, and the Winchesters always went where they were needed. And wherever they went, I went. So here I was, sitting in the library while the brothers went off to kill the thing. It was some sort of demi god named Daemon. 

I’d never been much of one for fighting. I preferred to be the designated researcher, helping out in a mental capacity instead of physical. Both brothers insisted I at least learn basic self defense and worked with me on occasion, wanting me to be able to defend myself if the worst were to happen, but they never pushed me to come face down monsters with them.

The book I was currently looking through was one of the three I’d been able to find in this library about Daemon. I’d already found the information I was looking for and reported it to the Winchesters. But now my options were to sit here and wait for the hunt to be over so the boys could come pick me up, or make my way back to the motel on my own, and I was perfectly comfortable where I was. Or at least, comfortable enough that it wasn’t worth braving the crowded streets.

I turned another page, skimming the words quickly, barely absorbing what I was reading. Somewhere in the back of my mind I made the distant realization that I was in a library and could go find a more interesting book to pass the time. I didn’t give the idea much thought, knowing that it would be difficult to lose myself in a book when my boys were in danger. I knew how long they’d been living this life and how capable they were, but that didn’t make it any less scary anytime they took off. I knew every time could be the last, and I didn’t take that for granted. 

I was about to close the book and at least find something to occupy myself that wasn’t a detailed explanation of the very thing the boys were facing down, when the sentence I’d just read actually registered in my mind. With a sharp inhale, my eyes darted back to the beginning of the paragraph.

It is a common misconception that Daemon is susceptible to oak stakes dipped in lamb’s blood – a rumor no doubt started by the mischievous deity himself – which is actually quite harmless to him. What most do not know is that Daemon is not a demigod at all, but the offspring of a demon and a faerie. As such, his one and only weakness is a silver blade dipped in holy water.

The blood drained from my face. I’d given the boys the wrong information and now they were off to face an angry demigod – or faerie demon hybrid, apparently – with weapons that may as well have been toothpicks for all the use they would be. 

How could I have been stupid enough to not double check the information? I should know better than that!

I didn’t have time to wonder if maybe this bit of information was the incorrect one. Something in my gut told me it was right, and even if it wasn’t, I couldn’t risk letting them go to their deaths, thinking they had the upper hand. I pulled my phone out and immediately dialed Sam’s number. It rang a few times before going to voicemail. Cursing quietly to myself, I tried Dean instead. Voicemail again.

Fear for my boys overrode everything else. They were all I had left in the world and I absolutely could not lose them. I couldn’t live without my sweet, steady Sam. He was an invaluable source of knowledge on all topics imaginable and he had a calm, comforting disposition that seemed to instantly ease everyone in his vicinity. His sense of humor may not have been as pronounced as Dean’s, but I appreciated it just the same and wondered what would happen if I never got to hear his laugh or see his smile again. 

And Dean. I couldn’t even let myself think what all I would be losing if he was gone. To an outsider, our relationship looked perfectly polite and comfortable. And it was, I suppose – we always got along well and never had a bad word to say to each other – if not a little strained. Although, that may have been just on my end. He never did seem to feel the tension that I did. I couldn’t blame him for not noticing either. After all, I did everything I could to keep him from knowing just how much I cared for him. Just how much I loved him.

Without stopping to think about it, I quickly exited the library and rushed out into the crowded streets I so despised. I ran in the direction of Daemon’s lair – we had known its location since early in the investigation and had only been working on the details of how to kill him – roughly shoving through crowds of people when necessary. 

I was severely winded by the time I reached the abandoned building that Daemon resided in. I was panting in short breaths that seemed to fill my lungs with fire. I didn’t have time to stop though. I spotted the Impala parked in the alley and fumbled a key out of my pocket. I threw the trunk open, grabbed a silver knife and poured a generous helping of holy water over it. I barely remembered to slam the trunk shut before rushing inside. 

I slowed down once I was inside. The building was large and I had no idea where any of the current occupants might be. I was just peeking around an open door, knife held at the ready, when a huge crash followed by a yell of pain sounded off to my right. My heart stopped. That was Dean. 

Please let him be ok. Please let him be ok. And Sam too. Let them both be ok, I pleaded to any god who would listen.

I crept as quickly and quietly towards the sound of distress as I could, sounds of a fight leading me there. Fear like I’d never felt before ran like ice through my veins, but kept me moving forward. I rounded a corner and felt my heart stop again before picking up a racing rhythm at what I saw. Sam was sprawled on the ground. He’s only unconscious, I told myself. The alternative was unacceptable. Across the room was Dean, pinned to a wall by Daemon, straining to break the hybrid’s grip and thrust his oak stake into its side. Daemon clearly had the upper hand and wrenched the stake away from him, throwing it behind him. I barely stopped myself from calling out Dean’s name. 

“You think you can kill me? A puny man, kill a god?” Daemon spat, the rage clear in his voice. 

I charged towards them, knife raised and ready. I was only a few steps away when Dean saw me over Daemon’s shoulder. His eyes widened in surprise before he could stop the involuntary reaction. I saw him immediately look away again, not wanting to give me away, but it was too late. Daemon had seen it. He whirled around to face me and knocked me aside without a thought. It was as easy as if he’d been swatting at an irritating fly. Dean yelled my name just as I collided with the wall. My breath, which I hadn’t even quite gotten back after my long sprint here, left me in a whoosh. 

I watched in fascination and horror as Dean took advantage of the momentary distraction to rush at Daemon. He kicked his legs out from under him before climbing on top of him, pinning him to the ground. They struggled for a few seconds before Dean was able to snatch the oak stake from where it had been discarded on the ground. 

“No, Dean! The knife!” I yelled to him. I had dropped it at some point between Daemon’s blow and hitting the wall. Dean didn’t question me, didn’t hesitate before dropping the useless weapon and searching for the knife. But it was out of his reach and it was clear he wouldn’t be able to hold Daemon down much longer. I started to struggle to my feet to grab it for him, but before I was able to, a large body ran into my line of sight, blocking my view of Dean, and stooping to pick up the knife. 

I tensed, terrified that there was some unknown second thing to deal with now, but soon realized it was only Sam. He picked up the knife and turned to his brother. Without speaking a word to each other, Dean rolled out of the way just as Sam plunged the knife down into the heart of the monster. 

Dean was red faced and breathing hard – and who could blame him after wrestling with a being with supernatural strength – but otherwise seemed alright, so I turned my attention to Sam who was closer and who I worried could have any number of injuries after being knocked unconscious. 

“Sam, are you-”

“What the hell were you thinking?” Dean demanded. Stunned at the hardness of his voice, I turned to look at him and realized that what I’d mistaken for exertion was actually anger. He was livid. I’d never seen him so angry, at least not with me. Why was he angry? This completely unexpected reaction left me feeling small and confused.

“What?” I asked. “What do you mean? I was just trying-” 

“You could have gotten yourself killed!” He yelled. He took a step in my direction and a grimace crossed his face as his leg seemed to struggle slightly under his weight. He grunted, the only sound he would let escape. I remembered his yell, the noise that had guided me in this direction to begin with. He was hurt. Dean, who sat stoically with teeth gritted, never letting more than a grunt escape while Sam dug bullets out of him or sewed up horrible gashes, had cried out in pain. That had scared me more than anything else tonight, the idea of how badly he must be hurt to not be able to hide it.

“Dean,” Sam started in a warning tone. He might have been about to defend me or to tell Dean to cool his temper so we could talk calmly, but I would never know. Anger flared up in me, completely overriding the confusion and uncertainty Dean’s words had caused. 

“Well you nearly were killed! So I guess it’s a good thing I’m here, isn’t it?” I shouted back. I wasn’t actually angry, I knew, just reliving the terror of the last half hour mixed with the relief of seeing them both ok and the worry at their injuries. In short, I was overwhelmed and Dean yelling at me had frayed my already shot nerves. 

“We would have been fine.” Dean deflected.

“No you wouldn’t have! When I got here Sam was on the ground, dead for all I knew, and you were hardly about to win in a battle of strength. And even if you had, your weapon was useless. You would have died!”

“You’re the one who decided you didn’t want to fight! And that’s fine, you know we’re ok with that. But you can’t just not train and then run into a fight with no idea what you’re doing!”

“Guys, maybe we should-” Sam tried again.

“No!” I yelled. I saw a look of surprised hurt in his eyes. I felt bad for snapping at him when he hadn’t done anything wrong, but I was too fired up to backtrack now. “If Dean hasn’t had enough of a fight tonight, then let’s fight! I may not be trained in hand to hand and weapons the way you are, but I assure you, I can yell at you all night long.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed and I saw the muscle jump in his jaw. 

“Sam, can you give us a minute?” He asked in a forced calm tone. 

Sam hesitated, looking back and forth between the two of us before agreeing. “Alright. But you’ve got ten minutes before I’m coming back in after you to make sure you’re not strangling each other,” he warned before leaving the room.

We glared at each other for a minute, neither of us speaking. After what felt simultaneously like an eternity and only a moment, Dean started talking again in that tone that was an attempt at being calm, but I could clearly hear the tenseness and anger underneath.

“You can’t just-”

“You said that already,” I interrupted immediately. His jaw ticked again, and I knew shouting at him when he was trying to deescalate the situation was not appreciated. He tried again in that same infuriating tone, a little more strained this time.

“Sam and I hardly need you jumping in to protect us. We know what we’re doing.”

“That’s not the point!”

“Then what is?” He yelled back, patience worn thin.

“It doesn’t matter if you know what you’re doing or not because you couldn’t have won! I was doing some more reading after you guys left and I realized I gave you the wrong weapon.”

“Then you call us! You don’t come running in after us!”

“I did call you! Neither of you picked up! I couldn’t just sit there and wait for you to die!”

“Of course you could have! Don’t you think we’d rather take our chances with bad weapons than to have you in the line of fire?”

“What would you have done Dean?” I screamed at him. “If it were you sitting around knowing that I was going after a monster with a weapon that wouldn’t kill it? What would you have done?” I felt confident this would be the end of it. After all, there was no doubt in my mind what he would have done, and he couldn’t possibly deny it.

“That’s not the same thing,” he said. He was still angry, but he said this in a quieter voice, the kind of quiet that meant I’d truly struck a nerve. 

“Why?” I asked, ready to swoop in with the metaphorical killing blow and win the argument. “Because I can’t fight, so of course I’d need you to come save me?”

“No.”

“Hypothetically saying I was as well trained as you then. Or that it was Sam. The point still stands. You would have done exactly what I did. You wouldn’t just sit back and let us die, so why would I?”

“I told you, that’s not what I meant,” he snapped. “How do you think we would feel if something happened to you? What if we couldn’t protect you and you got hurt?”

“How do you think I felt, Dean?” I stomped over to him, getting right in his face, letting him see how much I meant what I was saying. “I didn’t know if you would be alive or not when I got here.” I stopped for a breath, the intensity of the emotions I’d felt in that moment hitting me once again. “Don’t tell me I don’t understand what it would feel like. I know exactly what it feels like.”

“It’s not the same,” he said again, stubbornly.

“How is it not the same? If anything, it’s worse for me. You and Sam at least have each other. If I lose you guys, I have no one. I will not lose you. Do you understand me? If that means putting my own life on the line, I’m ok with that.” 

“I’m not!”

“Well that’s just too bad, isn’t it, because it’s my life, not yours!”

“You’re not understanding me! If you would just let me explain-”

But apparently I wouldn’t. I wasn’t doing it on purpose, but I just needed him to understand what I was saying. So I cut him off in the middle of his request that I not do so.

“No, I told you that I understand perfectly. It’s you who isn’t understanding! I’ve never been more scared in my whole life than I was when I heard you yelling in pain.” In the back of my mind, I registered that Dean’s expression had turned from anger to determination. But my brain didn’t seem to fully process this fact, not that I would have known what to do with that information even if I had. My emotions were driving me now, and there was no stopping the words pouring from my mouth.

“I thought that whatever happened, it must be really bad. And maybe I was too late to save you. And it’s my own stupid fault you needed saving in the first place. How could I-”

This time, Dean cut me off. It was only fair, after all I’d done the same to him. This was a much nicer, much more pleasant, much more unexpected way of interrupting though. He leaned down, crashing his lips against mine. As my body seemed to be running on instinct and adrenaline right now, I responded immediately, wrapping my arms around his neck, meeting his demanding kiss with enthusiasm. 

I ran one of my hands through his hair, enjoying the feel of the soft strands between my fingers. My other hand ran down over his shoulder, to his bicep, then over to his chest, loving the strength I could feel in all those hard earned muscles. His hands were wandering too, in my hair one second, traveling over my back the next, and then on my waist.

My brain, which seemed to have shut down for the past few moments – minutes? – decided to start working again, practically screaming at me that this was Dean I was kissing. Dean, apparently experiencing the same returning brain function as me, pulled away. He took a careful step back, creating some space between us. That was probably good. I couldn’t think with him so close. Not after that. His cheeks were flushed red for a whole new reason now and his hair was sticking up in an annoyingly attractive way. I could see by the surprise in his eyes that he hadn’t been planning on the kiss being that intense. 

“It’s not the same,” he repeated, his voice as calm as if we were having a normal conversation on any old day. As if we hadn’t been arguing minutes before. As if he hadn’t just given me the most mind numbing, spine tingling kiss of my life. “Because I love you. And I know that that probably wasn’t the best way to go about telling you, but I need you to understand what it would mean to me to lose you. If you lost me, you’d lose a friend. It would suck, but you would move on. But you’re more than that to me, and I don’t know how I could survive losing you.”

“Have you not paid attention to a thing I said?” I asked him, taking a step forward to eliminate the space he’d put between us. “I told you, if I lost you and Sam I would have nothing.”

“Yeah, but that’s not really true. You could make more friends easily enough.”

“But you’re not just my friends. Sam is my best friend, true, but I love him like he’s my brother. Losing him would hurt me just as bad as losing an actual brother. And you… I couldn’t move on from you any easier than you could move on from me. I love you too.”

“Yeah,” Dean winced. “Like a brother. I know.”

“Not like a brother,” I said, wrinkling my nose a little. “Do you really think I would kiss you like that, or at all for that matter, if that’s how I thought of you?”

“I would hope not,” he agreed. 

“So, basically, you’ve been yelling at me this whole time about not understanding you when, in reality, I understand perfectly, just like I said from the beginning.” I couldn’t help but gloat a little at being right.

The corner of Dean’s mouth twitched slightly in a repressed smile. 

“You know, I think you owe me for scaring me nearly to death earlier,” he said happily.

“I owe you?” 

“Yes. When you came running in here I swear my heart stopped. And then I had to watch you get thrown across the room…” He winced at the memory and I could tell how upset it made him, but he quickly shook it off and kept up his cheerful tone. “I think you took at least three years off my life. Lucky for you I’ll take payment in kisses. One for every year less I’ll live thanks to you.”

Part of me wanted to argue, but the other part was too giddy to even care. 

“Alright,” I agreed easily. I stretched up onto my tiptoes and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his mouth. I wanted to continue the intense kiss from earlier, but there would be time for that later. This seemed like the appropriate response to his gentle, teasing tone. “There’s one.”

I kissed him again, and then once more, feeling like I could burst with joy the whole time. 

“There,” I said after the third kiss. “Does that make us even?”

“For now,” he smiled. “I have a feeling I’ll be finding lots of excuses for more in the future.”

“How’s this for an excuse? I think you took at least five years off my life. I’ll be needing some compensation here as well.”

He grinned. “And I fully intend to pay up. Once we’re home though. I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to get out of here.”

I was a little disappointed to have to be done kissing him. But I knew he was right. We should get out of here. I knew he was in pain, and I still didn’t know how Sam was doing. Besides, it was only a temporary stop. Once we were home I would have as much time with him as I wanted.

Home. Just the mention of it made me long for it even more. But even though I couldn’t wait to be back, even though I’d spent the whole time here waiting for the moment we could leave, the past few minutes with Dean had made the whole thing worth it. 

Maybe New York wasn’t so bad after all.

Tags: @123passwort @buckybarnes-1917 @chicken-nuggs-and-cozy-hugs @globetrotter28

[spnbangbang]

Werewolf and the Vamp

Author: queerwerewolf

Artist: sidewinder

Primary Ship: Garth Fitzegerald IV/Benny Lafitte

Other Ships: Past Dean Winchester/Benny Lafitte, Past Garth Fitzgerald IV/Bess Fitzgerald, Implied Castiel/Dean Winchester

Length: 10,098

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence

Tags: Canon Compliant Through Season 15 Episode 10, Canon Divergent/Adjacent, Finale Fix It, You're Welcome, Romance, Smut, Handjobs, Oral Sex, Outdoor Sex, Anal Sex, No Prep, Unsafe Sex, Top Garth/Bottom Benny, Werepire Lovin’, Yes the Title is Meant to Remind You of Lady and the Tramp, Love is a Battlefield, Literally

Posting Date: November 22, 2024

Summary The world is coming to an end, Chuck has gone full blown cartoon villain, and is destroying every universe in a temper tantrum of epic proportions. The Winchester brothers may have a solution, which includes a very special ingredient from Purgatory. The blood of a creature that has been sent to Purgatory twice. It just so happens, Dean knows a vampire with those exact qualifications.

When Garth is asked to go to Purgatory to find this vampire and help the Winchesters face off with the biggest bad of them all, he isn’t the type to say no, especially when every universe is on the line. What Garth doesn’t expect is to find so much more than a world saving ingredient. Excerpt “So, what I’m hearin’ is, you’re single?”

To Benny’s pleasant surprise, Garth’s response was damned adorable, his cheeks coloring a rich red as his heart rate spiked. He cleared his throat and simply nodded, again ducking Benny’s gaze. “Yeah, I… I guess I am.”

With a soft huff of laughter, Benny pursed his lips in amusement. “Don’t you worry, I was just askin’. Meant nothin’ by it.”

Another surprise; Garth then appeared a little disappointed from the journey of his facial expressions. A worried lip that released with a small bounce, turning into an almost pout before his features were schooled to a more neutral position. “Ye–yeah… Of course. I knew that.” The intonation was the first time Benny heard a lack of confidence and assuredness this wolf seemed to exude without any damn effort.

Benny kept his gaze trained on Garth for a beat. Time really was strange in Purgatory, what would simply be a handful of seconds, could feel like minutes… hours even. There was a strained tension in the air, and not just because this place was crawling with cretins and leviathan. Finally, Benny said, “If you want me to’ve meant somethin’ by it, I ain’t opposed.”

Garth’s eyebrows popped up to that ugly hat brim and he quickly pulled the thing from his head, bracing it over his lap as those baby blues widened. His fangs grew a little and Benny could hear the rhythm of his elevated heart rate. It reminded him of a sea shanty from a life once lived. “You… what?”

Damn, Benny really did love him a dense beauty. He leaned in close, using his elongated nails to gently rake them along Garth’s pulse point before he drew him closer by the palm of his hand. “Like I said, I ain’t opposed,” Benny murmured as he closed the gap between them. The kiss was chaste, permission seeking, because while body language hinted at Garth being accommodating, he still hadn’t heard a consensual yes.

Just as Benny was about to draw back, Garth gasped against his lips and wrapped his arms about Benny’s neck, giving him opportunity to deepen the kiss, vampire tongue wrestling with werewolf tongue as they began to explore each other. While this wasn’t Benny’s first time kissing a man, or kissing a visitor from another dimension even… It was his first time kissing a werewolf.

Now, perhaps it was his learned prejudices from his clan’s own misconceptions about werewolves, or perhaps the mere fact that they turned into actual wolves… But Benny had expected a little more of a sloppy kiss. Instead he got an ardent urgency that caused a tingle through a bloodstream that hadn’t flowed since he kissed sweet death all those centuries ago. Garth’s soft lips, tasting of a sweet spiciness that rivaled fresh blood, parted like a split open fig.

Benny’s hands found their way into short, scruffy hair, and he tugged the wolf even closer. The world around them faded into the bland grays and blacks of the eternal background of a supposedly purifying plane. Benny found himself a little lost, nary a breadcrumb in sight, but he felt anything but fear. When he drew back with a soft gasp, he was met with such a vision, Garth, expression dazed with dilated pupils and kiss swollen lips. Beautiful.

[borgialucrezia]

crazy how a subset of fans have invented an image of john winchester as a selfish man who never cared for anyone but himself as if he didn't make a deal with azazel (the demon who killed mary and spent the rest of his life chasing) and sacrificed himself to save dean's life...like it's such a heavy misconception and it's mostly them projecting their own experiences with their shitty dads onto the character and ignoring his on screen portrayal. he gets too much heat and they act like he's a raging monster because of the current trend of pathologizing complex characters.

[luna-writes-stuff]

How do you think Crowley and Castiel would react to a reader with hanahaki disease? Here...angst! x3

I see what you’re doing anon. I don’t know if it was you who sent the question or not but it’s so sweet you keep my preferences in mind! Hope you enjoy it <33

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Castiel

Though the angel knows a lot, he can be painfully oblivious at times. He would never knowingly hurt you, but as an angel, you figured he’d have more on his mind than care for a mortal. As you and Cas grow closer, so do he and Dean. Misconceptions are easy to form if you’ve never properly addressed your ideas and speculations, so you’d quickly gather that you might be a lost cause in this. As it gets worse, Cas takes notice, remarking your state as ‘you look sick’ or ‘you haven’t been sleeping well’. He doesn’t notice the petals until it’s nearly too late. You were on a hunt with the Winchester but was confined to the motel room after Sam claimed you might need some rest. Cas was looking for the boys when he strolled into the room, noticing blood covered petals in the bathroom. That is when he finally puzzles the pieces together, referring to it as an ancient disease from Japan. Filled in tears and chaos, you finally confess to him and why you never addressed it. You nearly collapse into his arms as he uses his grave to ultimately soothe you. He keeps close to you as Sam and Dean try to look from a cure, just to find out it is only Cas who can help you. Though completely inexperienced with human relationships, he tries to make it work.

——

Crowley

Crowley is one of the most perceptive people out there. In his line of business, he has to be. He notices the symptoms early on but dismisses them, thinking he’d probably embarrass himself as he did. When he finally notices it getting worse he starts piecing everything together, ultimately finding out that it was him who had been causing all this ruckus. He simply points it out to you, not giving you time to even question how and when he found out. When he didn’t reveal he reciprocated your feelings, you ran out, trying to preserve your dignity by not bursting into tears immediately. Crowley thinks he was probably one way or the other and takes this as his queue to leave. When he reappears a day later, trying to see if you are okay, you refuse to speak back to him. It would have to be him who has to admit their feelings aloud - whatever happens. He helps you gain some peace and goes out to find something that can help speed up your process of healing. He’d have you by his side constantly until the final symptoms have finally cleared up.

[destieltaggedfic]

Hi! I recently read College Orientations Never Go as Planned by RandomRylla do you know any fics like this but longer?

Oh I love fic where Sam and Dean meet years later, they are always so fun.

These Fragments I Have Shored Against My Ruins - BlackUnicorn   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe. Sam’s life takes a turn when his latest girlfriend leaves him, so he decides to try and find his brother.  He doesn’t expect to find him living in a bunker in Kansas living a very domestic and different life to what he expected.

Word Count: 25k                              No Sex

Family Matters – Aeronwy   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  After Sam’s wife got turned into a vampire he’s been on the hunt to put her down.  It leads him to reconnecting with Dean whose life is much different than he would have expected with his angel husband and kids.  But vengeance comes first for Sam and he’s having trouble adapting to Dean’s new mindset about hunting and supernatural creatures.

Word Count:  17k                             Non-Graphic Sex

Angel Put Aside For Me - treefrogie84   Ao3

Set S1 AU.  A couple of days before Sam graduates Dean turns up telling him that a demon is hunting them.  After the demon kills Jess’ parents they go on the run with an angel who turns up to help them outrun their destinies

Word Count: 48k                              Non-Graphic Sex

Like father like son and other misconceptions - silver stake through the heart (Dusk_Sky)   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  Reconnecting with Dean is a strange side effect of being captured by a djinn, but Sam will take it.  Especially as he is sure that Dean needs help to live a more valuable life, since he now has a daughter.  But the people who Dean has now surrounded himself with are going to challenge Sam’s hunter upbringing, starting with the fact that neither Dean’s husband or daughter are human.

Word Count: 30k                              No Sex

In 10 Years – inenochian   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  A stuff up with a hotel booking means that Sam Winchester has to share a hotel suite with another group.  He isn’t expecting that group to include his long-lost brother… and his husband?

Word Count: 4k                                 No Sex

[midnightsilver]

Dean Winchester as Atlas from Greek Mythology

A common misconception is that Atlas holds up the Earth on his shoulders, but classical art shows Atlas holding the celestial spheres, not the terrestrial globe.

(He bears the weight of Heaven on his shoulders.)

[the-mpreg-guy]

you are so real for that post about cas never staying, but I gotta defend dean because he literally does ask cas to stay. s6-s8 all he does is beg cas to stay! in s9 he kicks cas out under duress. I think the actual problem between them is that neither of them wanted to confess being in love first. Cas only does it because he'll die immediately after - and I think there are a lot of reasons why Dean never said it (outside of CW interference) but the tragedy really is how badly and obviously the two of them wanted each other yet they could never find the right words or right time ...

no need to defend dean bc we are in complete agreement! i’m only on s6 in my rewatch however so i didn’t have the receipts to add to my post regarding that dean doesn’t push cas away as much as the fandom likes to pretend. really truly the only time i can remember him actively doing that is during the divorce arc (which i dislike anyway) and it was for pretty valid reasons imo.

on s9: people make a huge fucking deal over dean kicking cas out of the bunker when a) he DID NOT want to do that b) literally pleaded in more than one episode with gadreel on cas’s behalf c) could not fucking stay away from cas after kicking him out and d) apologized after the cat was out of the bag.

oh yeah and cas also completely understood why dean did it and forgave him. anyway the reason i brought it up in the tags is that from cas’s pov, for a short while, it did look like dean was pushing him away. however that arc was by no means the beginning of cas feeling that he’s inadequate to sam and dean and imo doesn’t make a lasting impression on him.

i kind of agree with your assessment that neither wanted to confess first, and raise you: dean did but didn’t think that angels were capable of loving the same way he did (from the mouth of jackles himself). i think that both of them kind of terminally existed in a state of “i’ll take whatever i can get from him” which is why we see them engaging in domestic and emotional intimacy constantly but never physical throughout the show.

it really is a tragedy that neither of them were ever on the same page while dean was alive.

[queermania]

So I just read a post canon fix it fic that I'm struggling with. The concept was Dean is still alive and rescues Cas from the Empty because he's in love with him too then instead of getting together Dean decides he needs to get his act together so he goes to AA and AA has a rule that you can't date anyone for the first year. So Dean goes through all of this while living with Cas and basically stringing Cas along or I guess not stringing him along because it does lead to them getting together at the end of the year so I guess my problem is just that I don't understand why he would need to wait a year to be with the guy he loves. It's almost infantalizing like poor Dean can't be trusted to make a decision about who he loves because he's an alcoholic. Alcoholics and addicts aren't children who can't be trusted with feelings. Sorry I just got really mad. Lol.

i've been sitting on this for awhile because this is a complex issue and when it comes to dean winchester specifically, i think any conversation about his relationship with alcohol necessitates a discussion about what constitutes addiction, what constitutes being an addict, what constitutes recovery, what constitutes sobriety, etc. and that's not really a discussion i'm equipped to have on tumblr dot com.

but i will say that i've seen push back on the one year rule floating around tumblr and other social media sites for years now. there seems to be this misconception that the rule is a sort of extension of the idea of "if you don't love yourself, how can you expect someone else to" and from that perspective, i get the push back. but that's not why the rule exists. it's not even a rule. it's a guideline, and it exists to protect people in recovery, not coddle or infantilize them, or strip them of their independence.

people who are suddenly sober after months or years of using are vulnerable–emotionally, mentally, and physically. their brain chemistry is literally different. they're in a position they haven't been in for a long time (if ever) and it's very common for people recovering to try to sublimate their addiction with attention from another person. it's kind of like a smoker who is trying to quit and ends up snarfing down chocolate. anything to staunch the craving.

obviously sublimating drugs with romance or sex isn't good, but the real issue is that it leaves already-vulnerable people perfectly positioned to be taken advantage of. and this isn't me trying to psychoanalyze a situation. it's a known phenomenon in recovery communities—that predators go after recovering addicts in the early stages of their recovery—to the point that it's a "joke." people (typically men but not always) who are farther along in their recovery prey on the newbies. out here the joke is that they're 13th steppers (like they've completed the full 12 steps and the next one is to take advantage of someone who is just starting out). "watch out for jim. he's a 13th stepper." i'm sure the terminology varies from place to place but the fact that it's a long-standing "joke" in the community says a lot.

but anyway, that's the point. it's not that addicts aren't equipped for love or whatever. it's that when you're that early in your recovery, you're vulnerable. your self-esteem is at an all-time low. you have no experience with setting and maintaining boundaries. you're most likely isolated (or at least alienated) from your family and friends. you're lonely. you're overwhelmed with emotions. you'd do anything for someone to love you and be proud of you, and if you can't get that, negative attention is still attention.

and those are problems even if someone has the best intentions. it's very easy to fall into patterns that are bad for everybody.

now i have no idea if this is what's happening in the fic. i haven't read it. i don't even know what fic you're talking about. personally, i have complex feelings about dean and his relationship to alcohol (and "recovery"). i also have very complicated feelings about the traditional ideas of addiction and sobriety in general. but i felt compelled to defend the one year rule at least a little bit. i'm not saying it's a perfect rule and should be followed to the letter, but it exists for a reason and that reason is a good one.

[lovetransaction]

happy dadfucker friday maggie!! i wanna know, what "special events" (holidays, birthdays, death dates, anniversaries, etc) do you think john and dean bother to celebrate, and how?

HAPPY DFF RAE!!

John was pretty militant (deliberate word choice there lol) about the boys' birthdays because that was something he got obsessed with acknowledging, like the four things that he marked off every year with: two birthdays, Mary's death, his wedding anniversary. He seemed fairly unanchored about everything else (he never mentions his own birthday unless it's about the boys) and it's not like he could properly even do anything to celebrate the boys' birthdays every year, but if he wrote it down in his journal that counted as something.

I don't think John was very good at offering praise (I don't think it was a big part of his own growing up so it never occurred to him that he should maybe ... do that) and he was under the misconception that since his boys were force-grown, they'd interpret his behaviour however he needed them to. As implied love and praise and support and attention. Which they could not, because they were children! Now and again when he had the energy/time/opportunity to make a fuss over Dean for his birthdays he'd do it (there was mention of a fairly normal Chuck E. Cheese party for Dean once), and he'd put his whole pussy into it, but I think John lost his capacity to hold onto or want to make happy memories, so it wouldn't mean much to him.

It would mean a lot to Dean, though, of course, because everything means a lot to Dean. Once again he served as the repository of Winchester Family Happiness, both as archivist and maker, so he'd do things like annual holidays. Birthdays and death dates and anniversaries, Dad had covered, so Dean's responsibility was doing Easter and Thanksgiving and Christmas (and probably once they started fucking, a tentative Valentines' Day that John was surprisingly receptive towards because Mary thought VDay was stupid and cheesy unless it came in horror movie form, but John always secretly thought it was nice).

BUT YEAH John wouldn't stop Dean from finding ways to do holiday celebrations, and if there was nothing immediately preoccupying him then he'd enjoy them too and Dean would be brimming with pleasure at having given them something they could revisit and feel good about. They don't have photo albums or family & friends to carry these memories, so it's all imprinted in Dean's mind to be hauled out later, whenever needed.

I think that kind of mentality also made celebrating stuff for Dean harder as Dean got older, because what he'd been desperate for as a child got more complicated. He wanted the love and attention, naturally, but attention that involved anybody other than Dad and Sammy started to become excruciating and borderline angering. Who are all these dopes telling him happy birthday? What the fuck do they know about him, or what makes him happy, or anything? Some people when they set themselves up as arbiter of making other people happy, and it becomes part of how they identify, start to get dissatisfied and resentful of other happy-makers and I feel that would be Dean with anyone who's not a Winchester. Mostly because Sam and John don't try to make him happy using the same tactics that Dean uses, so his role in the family is firmly cemented and singular. It all gets more haphazard and fraught as Sam and Dean get older.

The Valentine's Day stuff sticks, though. John gets Dean whatever candy he can find that's shaped like hearts, and Dean fluffs pillows and does over-the-top silly shit that's not too girly and toes the line of ridiculous, so neither of them feels too weird about it, like one time he puts red food colouring in their beer, and another time when he eats all the chocolate hearts he saves the pink-and-red foil and wraps up a bunch of bullets in it to give back to John, dumb things like that to get a chuckle and some smiley kisses out've the old man.

[katvonbirb]

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Hoo boy, I reblogged that ask meme and promptly became a person who has never written a word in their life. But I've got a few ideas that have resurfaced, so here's one that started so long ago, I have the original bits and bobs written down on actual physical paper. I will probably never write this beyond what bits I had written way back when, but the concept resurfaces every once in a while and I spend some time turning it over in my mind.

It was a Supernatural fic, with the basic premise that angels were real, actual creatures/people, but they were extinct, kind of like the dodo. Recent enough that bones and other signs had been found, there might be written records and such, but no one living has ever seen one. The Winchesters either own/curate or are otherwise involved in a museum with an exhibit on angels, which happens to have a (nearly?) complete angel skeleton, maybe the most complete one in the world. The mental image is it suspended in the middle of a large round room, posed as if in flight, very whale-skeleton-in-a-big-aquarium-esque. I have a sketch somewhere of this. Sam is studying history/archaeology/idk but something that ties in with an interest in angels specifically. Dean's more hands-on, practical efforts of going out and doing stuff.

But anyway, angels are real but they don't exist anymore, everyone knows this.

And then they find an angel. Castiel, obviously, who is injured and lost after getting blown way off course by a big storm and very much alive. And this would be amazing, incredible, biggest news of the century - if it didn't mean bad things for Cas and probably the other angels. Because there are other angels, of course, living in a hidden valley where no one has managed to find them. Possibly because magic.

Castiel gets to see the angel exhibit, correcting misconceptions and artistic representations (which Sam eats up like he's starving for information) and spends a long time looking at the skeleton before declaring it to be the archangel Gabriel, lost some hundred or two years or so. (At some point, magic happens, because angels don't die so much as sort of discorporate? And since Gabriel's bones are still intact, they still hold him and Castiel is somehow able to bring Gabriel back to life. At this point, I don't remember my exact reasoning for how this happens, but it was very cool, okay.)

Anyway, they have to get Castiel back to his people and safety, but since he's injured and lost, that involves them going with him and it's a big adventure and whatnot to bring him home and then there's this whole angelic civilization hidden in some valley and Sam and Dean probably end up staying there or something, I don't know.

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Like father like son and other misconceptions

Like father like son and other misconceptions https://ift.tt/tnECkQy by silver stake through the heart (Dusk_Sky) Sam is surprised when Dean crashes into his life, even more when he sees who is with him—a girl, with green eyes, his daughter. They haven't seen each other for ten years, but Sam expected his brother to not change. He didn't expect him to have his own life, surrounded by people he loves. He almost doesn't recognize him. Sam doesn't want his brother to disappear from his life again, but he isn't sure he can accept the person he became. Words: 2852, Chapters: 2/12, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls), Jessica Moore (Supernatural), Original Children of Jessica Moore and Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural) Relationships: Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls) & Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Estranged Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester, POV Sam Winchester, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester is the Parent of Emma (Supernatural: Slice Girls), Canon-Typical Violence, Lawyer Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester Being an Asshole, at first, (you'll want to punch him in the face), Self-Righteous Sam Winchester, Canonical Character Death via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/FkNvn8y August 01, 2024 at 06:42AM

[henryclaus234]

@askbigbrolucifer

Henry nodded. "Lots of misconceptions. And of course things go into a song or a poem and then suddenly the truth is- not always what it appears to be. But I don't have to tell you-" he said thoughtfully. The Supernatural books being what they were had both an accuracy to them but also a sort of detached emptiness in Henry's eyes. He knew something in them could be both completely true and also completely misleading on face value.

Henry gave a hmm noise. "Changes a little year to year based on weather patterns. We have to deal with hurricane season pretty heavily and sometimes you want some nice cool, gentle air. Then the reindeer get a little break and don't get too tuckered out. Doesn't do any good to have your team out all night and come back completely spent and broken."

Henry quirked his brow. "I know a lot about you Dean Winchester. Your crimes, as they call it, they are immaterial as opposed to your heart." He tried to catch Dean's gaze with his own. "I promise."

"We'll have to find a place or maybe I can get some stuff and bring one to you," Henry said with a wide grin. "We could probably actually share one between the two of us with the right size cast iron. It'll go right to my hips-" he shrugged. "But that's fine with me! Totes worth it."

Henry let out a little noise. "There are a lot of things I can't change. Destiny is what it is and of course I'm supposed to get married by the time I'm 400 which- yikes- to think about-" he chuckled. "Mostly it's refining the traditions and going back and looking at the spirit of it instead of being on autopilot. Love my Dad but-" Henry shook his head. "He thought everything was so black and white. Not regard for circumstance. And that's not magic-" Henry said thoughtfully.

"Maybe I'm naive to want to change the world but you're only Santa once!"

"The elves and us have kind of a weird arrangement. They kinda serve the family and make toys, yeah, but something is weird about the whole thing. They are really into it. Like *really* into it. Like I don't know what else they've ever wanted to do in life but they're all really, really happy. I'm actually a little unnerved by it. Also, they're oddly good at dodgeball on gym days?"

Gift Giver: Henry x Dean

@askbigbrolucifer

"You are a hard man to track down, Dean Winchester-" Henry said, folding his arms as he set down the gift. "My father sends his regards and would like to remind you that you can still be a certain type of naughty but be on the nice list."

The gift was undeniably beautiful in decoration and frankly luminous with the beautiful paper. It sat on the diner table right next to where Dean's food would be going.

Dean had been alone in the booth a moment ago and Henry suddenly sat across from him as if by magic. Because it had been.

[cacophony-of-notions]

SPN 3.16

I made this because I've seen people a few times say that Dean had no reason not to trust Ruby and only disliked her because she was a demon. The truth is that he had very valid concerns. This is only one of the scenes where he voices them. Note that he even floats the idea of Ruby working for Lillith behind the scenes, which turned out to be true.