#dean winchester post

[jjmbbg]

ʟᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴇᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

thank u @daylighted for literally reassure me that doing this was alright and all. this is me, guys, joining to the "object!reader verse"!! hope you love her <3

✮ Leather Jacket!reader has a rough personality with strangers, always possessing cold and gloomy looks, and being blunt enough to make an adult cry. But Dean doesn't really seem to have a problem with her. After all, she was his.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader appeared, or rather, reappeared, in Dean's life after years. How or why is unknown. Maybe it was due to the sentimental value Dean had for it when it was still a simple object, that feeling of security it gave him every time he put it on and, maybe, a witch must have done it.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader didn't have a name at first, where Dean only called her by pet names, "sweetheart", "princess", "darling", etc., but it got to the point where "Jackie" started to be an ideal name. Or at least for strangers to call her that, because for Dean, she will always be "sweetheart".

✮ Leather Jacket!reader has memories, many memories, that she likes to remember.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader has brown hair, with some strands even lighter than others—it reminds Dean of what his jacket looked like the last time he saw it—and captivating eyes that Dean always gets lost in every time he looks at them.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader smells like what Dean remembers, besides the very clear smell of leather, she has a soft touch of whiskey and something like wet earth. Also, she still has Dean's cologne on her skin, and no matter how hard she tries to get it off, she can't. That cozy, familiar scent is a part of her forever.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader may be cold and blunt, but she also has a sensitive side. But she HATES showing that side of herself with all her might, and only allows herself to do so when Dean is around—and only when she can no longer bottle up her emotions.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader can't really read. She recognizes certain words and sentences, especially the ones Dean always says, but beyond that she can't.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader is basically what Dean wants in a woman. She's independent, strong, feisty, open-minded, and has her heart set on him. A woman who knows that, despite love and affection, the hunt always comes first.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader is fond of Sam and vice versa. She's like the little sister he never had, and she's the person he can tell things to that he'd never tell Dean. She listens and doesn't judge.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader will never agree with anyone but Dean—and sometimes anyone but Sam. #1 ally and defender of the Winchesters, always looking out for the pair of fools.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader has a favorite seat: Dean's lap. And it's really hard to get her to leave it when they're out at bars—not that Dean minds, clearly.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader isn't just a jacket that came to life and turned into a woman. Leather Jacket —Jackie— is a woman who feels, loves, laughs, eats, and cries. She loves learning to read and watching weird movies that Dean or Sam like. She likes to stick her head out the car window and feel the wind blow through her hair. She likes to belt out songs that the Winchesters hate just to annoy them. She likes to stand barefoot in the rain even if she ends up getting sick from it. She likes to pick out her own and Dean's clothes to match each other, or help Sam get better outfits even though, due to their lifestyle, it's not necessary.

✮ Leather Jacket!reader loves being a human being now.

[archibaldtuttle]

I want to show you an actual training slide from my customer service job that I had to see yesterday.

[queerdeans]

the fact that this isn't even all of the times he died i had to cut out a few (incl. the one i do not legally recognize)

[dragonpyre]

Ever look at a character and think “man, I wish the writers didn’t hate you”

[cruel-seduction]

It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

[sirlancenotalot]

[sucksesful-user]

supernatural so silly bc you get stuff like "he was poisoned by belladonna" "the pornstar?" but you also get insanely profound "freedom is a length of rope and God wants you to hang yourself with it"

[damnikindadontcare]

Peak unintentional comedy in Supernatural was the angels forcing Cas to pick between them and Dean with full confidence that he’d pick them and Cas picking Dean not even 2 seconds later.

[threefuckencrowsinaleatherjacket]

Myself included tbh

[destielbunnies]

watching romeo + juliet with my wife and i casually say “do you see those very unique bright blue neon crosses behind romeo in this scene?” and my wife goes “is this gonna be about supernatural?”. and what so what if it was. god forbid.

[raccoonstiel]

[jjmbbg]

"A wonderful night"

cw: dean winchester x fem!angel!reader (is this power dynamic?? maybe), protected sex p in v, explicit sexual content, strong sexual tension, emotional vulnerability (implied), light angst, religious references, alcohol consumption.

(pics from pinterest)

The night was heavy with the scent of rain, the kind that always seemed to follow you wherever you went, bringing with it the calming hum of distant thunder. But in the cozy cabin, tucked away in the mountains when they decided to flee to free themselves a little from the hunts, and everything felt quiet. Even the storm seemed far away, muffled by the walls and the weight of the air between you and Dean.

You hadn't expected this. You hadn't expected any of this—being here with him, the tension, the warmth, the way his eyes always lingered on you. But here you were, the night having unraveled in a way neither of you could have predicted.

Dean sat across from you, on the worn couch, his fingers lightly tapping against the empty glass of whiskey. His eyes kept shifting to you, always watching, always waiting for something. Maybe he was waiting for you to make the first move, to give him some kind of sign, but the truth was, you weren't sure how to start either.

You'd never been this close to him before, at least not in this way. Sure, you had your shared moments—some heated arguments, playful banter, moments where you both tested each other's patience. But this? This was different. This was a whole new territory you had no map for.

"You good?" Dean's voice broke the silence, low and smooth, the edge of concern lacing his tone. He leaned forward slightly, the faintest hint of vulnerability in his posture. His usual cocky grin was gone, replaced by something more raw, more genuine.

You swallowed, trying to find your voice. You were an angel, for crying out loud. You were supposed to be the one with the answers, the one who understood the intricacies of the world, but right now, you felt human—just like him. And that was... terrifying, but also intoxicating.

"I'm good" you finally managed, your voice barely a whisper.

Dean's lips twitched at the corners, as if he didn't entirely believe you. "You sure? 'Cause you're looking at me like you want to say something, but you're holding back"

You weren't sure if it was his voice or his eyes, but something made you feel like you were walking on the edge of something you couldn't come back from. The electricity in the air hummed between you, undeniable and thick.

"I've never-" You paused, unsure how to finish the sentence. It felt like the moment where everything could change, where you'd finally say the words that had been building inside you for far too long. "I've never been... with anyone like this"

Dean didn't move at first, didn't say anything, but his expression softened. For a moment, it was just the two of you, alone in the quiet of the cabin, the rain falling harder against the windows, and the world outside fading into nothing.

"You don't have to say anything, you know" Dean said quietly. He placed the glass down on the coffee table and stood up slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. "But I'm here, alright? I don't want you to feel like you have to rush"

You nodded, but it didn't stop your pulse from racing. The idea of being vulnerable with him, of sharing something so intimate, something so human—it made your chest tighten, but there was something else too. Desire. It pooled in your stomach, hot and unrelenting, and wetting your panties.

Oh, good Lord, you thought, ironically blaspheming your father.

Dean closed the distance between you, his hands gently cupping your face as if you were something fragile, something sacred. You didn't know if it was because he was human and you were an angel, or if it was just the weight of everything that had led you to this point. But it didn't matter. His lips were soft against yours when he kissed you, and all the chaos inside your head seemed to settle, just for a moment.

For the first time in your life, you didn't feel like you were hovering on the edge of something. You felt anchored.

When he pulled back slightly, his lips hovered over yours, breath mingling. "You sure about this?" His voice was thick with need, his chest rising and falling in quick succession. "I don’t wanna push you into anything you’re not ready for"

You could feel the raw honesty in his words, the same honesty that had always been there in every mission, every hunt. Dean Winchester was nothing if not genuine, and for the first time in a long time, you weren't sure if you could handle it.

You placed your hands on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body beneath your palms. "I'm sure" you breathed. "I've never been more sure of anything"

With a small, almost imperceptible nod, Dean leaned in again, kissing you deeper this time. It was slow, deliberate, as if he was testing the waters, feeling out what you needed, what you wanted. His hands moved down your sides, brushing against the curve of your waist, before coming to rest on your ass, pulling you closer to him. The heat of his body against yours made your breath catch, the tension growing thick between you.

You let him lead the way, following his movements, your hands exploring the hard planes of his chest. You could feel the muscles beneath his shirt, the warmth of him seeping into your skin, making your heart race faster.

Dean pulled away again, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt. He looked at you, silently asking for permission. You nodded, barely able to breathe. Without hesitation, he lifted the fabric over your head, revealing the soft, smooth skin beneath.

His eyes darkened slightly, his gaze lingering on your exposed body as if he couldn't quite believe you were there with him, like you were something too beautiful for him to touch. His hands trembled for the briefest second, but you could see the raw want in his eyes, the same look you'd seen when he was staring down a demon, ready to strike.

Dean slowly lowered his lips to your neck, kissing you there, making you shiver under his touch. He moved down to your collarbone, trailing kisses along the delicate skin as his hands moved to your pants, unbuttoning them with a careful, almost reverent touch. When they fell to the floor, you kicked them off without a second thought, only to find yourself standing in nothing but your underwear.

Dean's breath hitched when he saw you in white bra and panties, contrasting your skin. His hands trembling again as he reached out, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of your stomach. It was almost too much, too fast, but the feeling of his hands on you, the warmth of his body so close, made your chest tighten with anticipation.

"I want this" you whispered, your hands moving to his belt, undoing it slowly, teasingly. Dean's eyes followed every movement, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

When his pants finally hit the floor, you could feel his urgency, the way his body pressed closer to yours, desperate for the connection. Your hands slid down to his boxers, pushing them off as you kissed him again, his cock springing free, feeling the fire between you burn hotter, fiercer. He groaned into your mouth as your hands explored him, feeling the heat of him, the hardness, the unmistakable proof of his desire.

"God, you're beautiful" he whispered, his voice strained as his lips trailed down to your chest, to the sensitive skin of your breasts. He kissed you there, tenderly, worshipfully, and you couldn't help but moan softly, the sensation overwhelming.

You needed him. Needed this. Needed to feel alive in a way you had never felt before, in a way only he could make you feel.

His hands roamed your back, finding the clasp of your bra, and after seeking permission in your eyes he unclasped it, sliding down the straps of it and tossing it on the floor along the discarded clothes. His eyes drank in what was in front of him, perfect breasts for his hands to take as if they were pieces of a puzzle dictated by destiny.

With a gentle, almost hesitant motion, Dean laid you back onto the couch, his body hovering over yours. His eyes searched yours for any hint of uncertainty, but all he found was desire. You needed him to touch you, to fill the empty space between you, and you weren’t going to hold back.

"Dean" you whispered, your voice low, filled with need. "Please"

That was all it took. He leaned towards his jeans, fumbling with it as he found a condom in his wallet, ripping the package carefully and wrapping the latex on his shaft and moved into position. Dean placed his hands on your thighs, pushing them open slowly so he could get better access to your cunt, which was soaking wet.

Dean pressed his wrapped tip against your slit, sliding inside you carefully, and you gasped as you felt the pressure, the heat of him against you, later inside filling you up so good. The feeling of him inside you was both overwhelming and intoxicating, and you clung to him as if your very life depended on it.

You could feel every vein and inch of him against your gummy walls, his cock splitting you open in ways you'd never thought possible. Your head fell towards the arm rest of the couch, lips parted as soft moans left your mouth.

Dean's movements were slow at first, giving you time to adjust, to feel every inch of him. But the need in both of you built quickly, each of his thrusts sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. The tension between you was thick, palpable, and each movement brought you closer to something you couldn't put into words.

You were consumed by him—by his touch, his taste, his scent. Your lower belly contracted with the impending orgasm that was going to hit you hard. And when it finally came, the release was nothing short of explosive, a wave of pleasure that crashed over you, leaving you breathless and trembling beneath him, your walls tightening around his dick.

The delicious sensation of your tight channel enveloping his cock made him groan against your neck, his release filling up the condom inside of you, his body shuddering against yours, his breath hot and ragged in your ear.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, both of you simply existing in the aftermath, your bodies still tangled together. Dean pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his thumb brushing over your cheek in a gesture of tenderness you hadn't expected.

"You okay?" he asked softly, his voice hoarse.

You smiled softly, somehow breathlessly, your heart still racing. "I'm more than okay"

Dean chuckled quietly, brushing a lock of hair from your sweaty forehead. "Good"

And for the first time in your life, you didn't feel like you were alone.

[sinverse]

finally watching supernatural (yes, in the year 2024) and god you destiel girls weren’t lying huh

they really ARE that gay

[queerdeans]

[mirroredmoons]

spn queerbaiting is like being in the middle of the desert and and you're like cool. could i get some water. and someone comes along and is like "here are a billion signs we've got water. here's years of subtext implying water. here's market research specifically proving that we researched whether or not water is popular (it is)." so you follow them for twelve years and then they finally stop and you're like cool. where's the water. and then they splash a little on your shoes and impale you with rebar.

[strawlessandbraless]

Misha admitting he played Cas in love with Dean since season 14 but this is how the Angel looked at his charge in season 8:

You just know this is one of the Still beautiful, still Dean Winchester moments

***UPDATE February 4th, 2025

So I accidentally muted this post and totally forgot about it. I made a grave error as many of you have pointed out lol, this is Cas looking at Sam in season 5. I had it misfiled and posted and it’s totally on me guys, my bad. I think it’s funny, and ya know maybe cas did think about it right after telling him his voice was grating and he was annoying. That’s on brand