#dean winchester post

[jjmbbg]

"Healing the inner child"

cw: dean winchester x gn!reader, childhood mentioned, u making dean smile, just dean's birthday!!

tw: j*hn winchester mentioned 👹

an: i've never been to an amusement park, so idk what the fuck happens there lmao

(pics from pinterest)

Dean was never a normal kid. He always wanted to live things other kids lived, like eating ice cream with dad and Sam at a park, or even better, go to an amusement park. I always saw the tremendous machines when John drove along the road next to places like this, flashy with all their bright colors and music playing in the distance.

He casually mentioned it to you, in one of those moments where he drops the randomest/saddest part of his "lore", and you weren't in shock. You never met the father of your boyfriend, but with all the things you heard from him you hated the man's guts with your whole life.

"Where are we going exactly?" Dean asked, his tone playful.

"You'll see" you replied as you drove, matching his playfulness.

"Well... it's not like I can see much with this blindfold on" he chuckled, his laugh filling your heart in unimaginable ways.

"Good, good, because it's a surprise" you chuckled, drumming your fingers on the steering wheel.

"As long as you don't destroy my car, everything is fine" he teased, rubbing a hand over his face, discreetly trying to move the blindfold a little.

"Hey! Don't!" you swatted his hand smiling. "Don't try to get a peak, silly. You're in good hands"

Dean nodded, drumming his fingers on his lap at the rhythm of the music. With your peripheral vision, you could see a small smile on Dean's mouth, making you smile even more. One hand snaked towards his, intertwining flngers, lifting his hand to kiss his knuckles, his cheeks picking some color, a light shade of pink.

"You're gonna like this" you promised, waiting in anticipation for Dean's reaction.

"Then I can't wait" Dean replied, that pretty smile of his adorning his face.

You kept driving for another hour, chatting Dean up —mostly to make sure he hadn't fallen asleep— and sang a few songs together during the remainder of the trip. When you arrived at your destination, you turned off the car engine and smiled, patting his knee.

"We're here" you told him, unbuckling your seatbelt as he did the same.

"Yeah? Can I take this off then?" Dean pointed at the blindfold, smirking.

"Nope, not yet. Just wait up" you giggled stepping out of the car and circled it. You opened his door and gently pulled him by the hands, helping him to get outside of the vehicle.

As he stepped out of the car, the sound of children's laughter, music and the aroma of junk food reached his ears and nose, raising his curiosity.

"Where are we?" he questioned when you closed the door and locked the car. You guided him lots of steps forward, giggling every once in a while. "You gonna answer to me?" he teased.

"Shh" you poked his side playfully. When you had gone far enough, you squeezed his arm smiling. "Take it off" you instructed, eyes shining with love and that anticipation that was being built for a couple of hours inside of you.

Dean removed the blindfold, arranging his hair in passing, his eyes adjusting to the sunrays that reached his face. He blinked slowly until his eyes focused on the huge door of the enclosure in front of you two.

It was an amusement park.

He looked at you confused, then back at the place, and again at you.

"Why are we here?" Dean raised an eyebrow, smiling amused. "Do we have a case or something like that?"

You chuckled and shook your head, caressing his bicep above his jacket. "None of that, silly. I brought you here to have fun!" you pointed out, nudging his side.

And oh, God... the sparkle in his eyes and incredulous smile was one of the best things you could have ever seen. He looked at you, almost like he couldn't believe it.

"Are you serious?" he asked with soft voice, but you knew beneath his relaxed and smiley surface, he was jumping like a dog in a park or like a kid in a candy store.

"More serious than ever" you replied, walking inside the place with your arm linked with his. "You said you've never been to an amusement park, so I started searching the internet until I found this one, and here we are. C'mon, c'mon, we have a lot to see!"

You entered the place, your eyes following Dean's movements and expressions, enamored by the fascination on his face; he had that childish look on his eyes that melted your heart.

You took him on almost every ride and attraction, memorizing every cute expression on his face, every laugh, every time he closed his eyes while riding a ride with sudden movements, every time he squeezed your hand, every kiss he gave you... they were the things that stayed deeper in your brain.

Now, with dusk falling, the sunlight marking his features as he ate a burger, you patted his knee. "We have two things left" you told him, stealing with your other hand a french fry from the little basket, your half-eaten burger next to the fries.

"As long as it's not eating cotton candy again, I'm in" he said, cleaning his mouth and smirking. "I swear that thing will make me throw up again"

"No, no, this is more... relaxed" you wiggled your eyebrows, clapping your hands on his forearm rhythmically. "You done?" you asked, leaning your head on your hand, smiling widely.

"Mhm" Dean hummed, giving you the last french fry that was left in the basket in your mouth. "Now, what else you have planned for us?"

"Follow me" you instructed, standing up from the chair and squeezed his shoulders. "C'mooon"

The hunter chuckled, standing up and letting you pull him by the hand among the people walking around. He was smiling widely, the idea of being in an amusement park sticking to his head, and it was a better experience knowing he was sharing it with you.

After dragging him around for a while, you stood up next to a photo booth and pointed it at him smiling. "C'mon"

"Huh? Why?" he raised an eyebrow, poking your side with his fingers, making you squirm.

"Cut it out!" you said, swatting his hands away playfully. "C'mon, I wanna have a memory of this day and a piece of paper with our faces certainly plays its role. Pleeeease"

Dean sighed heavily, pretending to be against the idea, but then scooped you in his arms and walked inside the photo booth, both of you sitting in the small place. After paying, the poses were really a dilemma, between kisses and hugs, you two in the photos certainly looked blurry, but that gave it a bit of magic.

Now, with pictures in your and his wallet, you guided him to the final attraction. The Ferris wheel had the peculiar characteristic of being the one with the most lights and the most people in line. The wait was a bit tedious, but it was worth it when you got on, enjoying the slow ride.

You linked your arm with his, leaning your head on his shoulder, Dean unconsciously leaning his on yours.

"Why did you bring me here?" he asked softly, eyes fixed on the sky as his hand squeezed your thigh.

"Because everyone deserves a little cotton candy" you replied matching his tone of voice. He chuckled at that comment, shaking his head to look at you on the eye. "And... and because I wanted to see that pretty smile of yours"

"Do you, huh?" Dean raised an eyebrow, eyes filled with love and gratitude, heart beating faster.

"Of course. For you, anything"

Dean pulled back from you and looked down at your face, before cupping your cheek gently and plant a kiss on your lips, savoring the sweetness of your mouth.

"Happy birthday, Dean" you whispered breaking the kiss for a few seconds, making him smile before kissing you again.

[archibaldtuttle]

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

[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.

[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

[sinverse]

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

they really ARE that gay

[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

[phrysic]

merry supernatural christmas

bonus stuff

[morganaconda]

[jjmbbg]

hear me out, raw sex with dean and fem!reader 😈😈😈

"A little bit of roughness"

cw: dean winchester x fem!reader, unprotected sex p in v (no hat, no party), rough consensual sex, slight creampie kink (?), some sweetness and praise at the end bc why not.

(pics from pinterest)

Dean's lips couldn't leave alone your soft mounds, teeth pulling them softly, tongue swirling around your hardened nipples as his hands roamed hungrily your bare sides, reaching the hem of your panties. He tugged them, sliding them off of your body and then he backed away a little, drinking in the sight of your pretty body in display for him. He hummed in approval, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your thighs as his eyes landed on your bare sex, throbbing around nothing.

"Look at you, sweetheart" he purred, moving upwards his fingers towards your wet heat. "You're dripping. Is that all for me, huh? You're wet because of me? So ready, eager for me to fill you up, aren't you?"

You whimpered once his index finger touched your slick folds, tracing around it, gathering a little of your arousal and putting his finger in his mouth, tasting you.

"You taste so sweet" Dean murmured, entering two fingers knuckle-deep in your pussy, the wetness making their entry easier. You breathed out, one of your hands gripping tightly Dean's wrist trying to keep you there. "Easy there, sweetheart" he cooed you, smirking as he pumped gently his fingers in and out, splitting you open for his cock. "I ain't going anywhere"

He felt his cock twitching with anticipation inside of his boxers, your moans and wet channel sending jolts of pleasure right to his manhood, that even made him remove his fingers from your cunt without thinking much about it.

"Dean..." you whimpered in need, reaching out for his hand, but he simply shushed you and tugged down his boxers impatiently, freeing his hard dick. "I need you, please..."

"I'm here, sweetheart. Shh, shh, I'm not leaving" Dean whispered, stroking his cock with firm pumps, nudging the tip against your slit. You squirmed in need, throbbing around the head trying to suck him in. "You feel it, huh? You make me hard, baby. You're gonna love this, I assure you that"

Teasingly, he slid just a little bit more of his length in your pussy, just enough to get just the whole tip in, before pulling away again and earning a whimper from you. Then, without any type of warn, he snapped his hips against yours, sinking deeper in your tight little pussy, groaning at the sensation of your channel welcoming him so well.

"That's it, baby. Fuck, you're so tight" he groaned, pushing his hips away before slamming them back against yours, watching your breasts jiggle at his thrusts. "You're taking me so well. You feel so good wrapped around my cock"

"You're big- oh, God..." you moaned, back arching off the bed and head falling on the pillow. Your lips parted, letting out unholy moans. "Fuck, you're... you're filling me up so well! Please, harder! Please!"

Dean felt his lower belly tighten, so he marked an almost beastly pace with his skilled hips, angling them and hitting that special spot inside of your pussy that made you see the entire universe through your eyelids. He thrusted faster, seeing his dick sliding in and out of your heat, appreciating how he came out covered in your arousal and his own cum in an almost white mix.

"Look at that" he chuckled, gripping tightly your hips, enough to bruise your flesh. "You're leaving my cock covered in your fluids, covering it with your creamy arousal. Fuck, you're doing it amazing, sweetheart"

He kept snapping his hips roughly, his balls tightening as he neared the edge of his orgasm, his cock throbbing painfully inside of you. He could feel you shuddering beneath him, also close to a mind-blowing orgasm. Your nails digging into his skin, leaving little crescent marks in their wake, giving him a painful yet delicious feeling.

"I'm close, I'm so close" you panted out. "God, Dean, I'm so close!"

Dean let out a breathy growl, feeling your walls clamp around his cock like a damn vice. You wrapped your legs tightly as you cried out when your orgasm crashed over you, clenching around his thick cock.

"Please, Dean. Please cum inside of me. Please, I need you" you begged as you rode down your orgasm.

Your pleas were more than enough for Dean to came inside of you with a deep moan from his throat, his hot cum flooding your channel, painting your inner walls white. He continued to grind against you prolonging the pleasure for the two of you, his softening cock inside of your sensitive, cum-filled cunt.

Dean rolled onto his side after a few more seconds, pulling you with him so your were now nestled on his chest. He could feel your heart racing, matching the pounding of his own. His cock —now softened— slipped out of you, a trickle of your combined fluids seeping out to coat your inner thighs.

He gathered you close, both hands splayed possessively over your back. He pressed soft open-mouthed kisses on your sweat-dampened skin.

"That was incredible" Dean murmured, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "You're incredible, sweetheart"

His words made you smile, and you kissed his chin, before closing your eyes while hearing his praising words to fall asleep.

[gabester-sketch]

The SPN wheel is complete!! Had a lot of fun with this :)

[paunchsalazar]

thinking really hard

[deancasforcutie]

[damnikindadontcare]

Actually the reason why we never saw Bobby and John interact is because Bobby would’ve beat the shit out of John on the spot.