#dean's face journey

[youchangedmedestiel]

You know that scene from episode 12x12 "Stuck in the Middle (With You):

Well, let's take a look at Dean's face journey after this happens, you know just for the "fun" of it:

He goes from being scared but making a joke to reassure himself and Cas (which doesn't work at all as you might see below):

To being scared with dimples of discontent:

To being scared but more like horrified as shit to loose Cas and on the verge of tears:

Hope you enjoyed that journey with me. Have a nice day or night or whatever.

Also, sorry for that.

[scoobydoodean]

I desperately want to know the origin of this image. I have always wanted to know. Plz. Where. Where does it come from.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s1e16 shadow (w. eric kripke)

Dad's vulnerable when he's with us. He's stronger without us around.

[discocalavicci]

ok just one more thing. why does Al look at Sam like that. hello

[cinematitlecards]

Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure" (1989) Directed by Stephen Herek (Adventure/Comedy/Music) . . "Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey" (1991) Directed by Peter Hewitt (Adventure/Comedy/Fantasy) . . "Bill & Ted Face The Music" (2020) Directed by Dean Parisot (Adventure/Comedy/Music)

[casboobs]

gay men hugging and dancing

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them

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[prettywhenibleed]

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕭𝖔𝖞𝖘: If I Don’t Turn It Into A Joke, It Will Destroy Me! - Gn!Reader x Poly 🦇 Don’t Know What You Got - Fem!Reader x Paul 🦇

𝕹𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐: Join Me In Death - Fem!Reader x Yandere!Severen 🩸

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𝕻𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖗:

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[antigonewinchester]

the refusal to see Jack's agency and his making choices is also why people misread "Moriah," imo. which I've never talked about specifically so here's my read of the end of S14:

Jack burns off his soul to save Sam/Dean/Cas & kill Michael, thereby losing his moral compass; he kills Mary because he can't handle her disapproval of his killing Nick and the future disapproval of Sam & Dean; he realizes he's made a big mistake, tries to fix it, and can't (because ultimately death is final and everyone dies); he goes to visit his grandparents because he wants their approval/love and they reject him too, but instead of lashing out like he did with Mary, he runs away. talking with Cas in the graveyard, Jack laments that he keeps hurt people & making mistakes, and faces up to that reality. then, when Dean arrives, Jack doesn't lash out or run away. Jack still has his powers; he could've teleported somewhere else, or taken the gun from Dean, or even attacked him, but he doesn't. instead, Jack is willing to face Dean and his judgement, face up to his own mistakes, even if it means his death...

meanwhile Dean is grieving Mary's death, upset that maybe if they'd known something was up with Jack they could've helped him before it got to this point. Dean's also grappling with the fact that he was the one who originally unleashed Michael, using his power to save Sam and Jack; that he & Sam were the ones who brought Jack back by using the power of Jack's own soul, which he then burned off saving them all from Michael; and that if Dean had gotten into the Mal'ak box like he'd wanted to, Jack wouldn't have lost his soul and Mary would still be alive. the last thing Dean saw Jack do was attack him, Sam, and Cas -- after Jack got out of the Ma'lak box, he could've just teleported away, but instead he attacks them angrily first -- and for all that Dean knows, that's still how Jack is reacting: lashing out and hurting people with his powers. and if Jack is capable of preventing the whole world from lying, how many people could he kill if he lashed out against the world itself? someone has to stop Jack before he hurts or kills millions or even billions of people...

but at the graveyard, Dean doesn't see a Jack who's angry or violent or lashing out. he sees Jack choose not to attack him even when he learns Dean is there to kill him! Jack says he understands, acknowledges what he's done, says he knows he's a monster... except would a monster choose to die so he wouldn't hurt anyone else? if Dean kills Jack, he also kills himself; if he condemns Jack as a monster, he condemns himself as one too; and if Jack has chosen mercy, if Jack has put down his metaphorical gun, can't Dean put down his literal one?

and Dean does.

[crackers4jenn]

EASY,

if you could sit jensen ackles down and demand an explanation for just one of his acting choices, which one would it be? for me it would be the 8.07 awkward shuffle/expression he makes when cas cleans up after purgatory 

[drulalovescas]

It's Dean's face journey here for me

Dean was like: NO HOMO

*two second later*

Dean was like: ok. a little homo won't hurt

[stressforu]

♯ itoshi rin — 'you know how to ball, i know aristotle'

a trend perfectly describing you and rin .

note : proplayer!rin x fem!reader

home page . . .

' ITOSHI RIN , a renowned soccer player from Japan have been rumored to attend a graduation ceremony just recently.''

The headline in big bold fonts are highlighted in an article, with a stolen shot (blurry if not with his recognizable dark green hair) of rin holding a bouquet of flowers in his left hand while holding his phone in the right, looking like he's texting someone.

Comments flooded the article, almost everyone is reluctant to know what is the famous striker doing at a university?

anon1028: guys, maybe he has a gf?

➜ anon5027: that's impossible, if he did have, it would've been rumored.

However, there was one thing the world already knew, Rin Itoshi was careful with the media. He's meticulous when he goes out, the paparazzi can't even get a single piece of information out of his private life. (The world turned upside down when a stolen shot of him was sent to the media.)

Though Rin Itoshi was meticulous with hiding, he didn't want to miss your graduation ceremony. Seeing you bask in the joy of graduation with friends and batchmates.

He was proud of you, even though he always scolded you when you didn't have enough sleep, forcing you to eat real food because you've been on noodles since last month.

He was willing to give up his private life in order to watch you give your speech as a valedictorian. (wow ...)

And as you ascended into the stage, the speech you wrote you held in your left hand, and the dainty 'clack' of your heels echoed the silent crowd.

You thanked the dean, the professors, and the staff welcomed the graduating students like you, and wished them a happy graduation.

As you near the end of the speech you want to give acknowledgment to a special someone.

"As the speech comes to an end, I want to thank someone very special who has been there for me throughout this journey. Their constant support, encouragement, and belief in me have always given me strength and inspiration. Whether it was studying late at night, feeling unsure, or celebrating achievements, their presence made a big difference."

Rin felt his eyes becoming teary, his face in a blushing mess, and that tight-lipped smile he'd always wear when he's happy.

You continued,

"To my partner, thank you for your endless patience, love, and for always believing in me, even when I struggled to believe in myself. This achievement is as much yours as it is mine."

You bowed, and the crown erupted into claps, awed by the heartwarming speech you had given on this day. You went down the stage to thank your professors and celebrate with your friends. However, you failed to notice Rin, your lover, walking into the crowd with a bouquet in his hand.

The crowd gasped, and someone pointed out shouting, "LOOK IT'S THE ATHLETE !" getting your attention. You gasped, it was Rin.

He walks towards you and hands out his bouquet with your favorite flowers. Congratulating you, and wishing you a happy graduation.

"y-you came..."

"how could I miss my girlfriend's graduation? congrats, baby ..."

@/itoshi_rin has a new post .ᐟ

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@/itoshi_rin : love you.

➜ tagged @/yn_tiredofstudying

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—> @/sae_toshi : am i dreaming?

notes : UHHH i dunno what to feel about this

[jensengirl83]

Unexpected Arrival

Dean x reader

Word Count-3490

Warnings- SMUT, fluff, language, sub!Dean

Summary- Dean thinks Y/N will be gone for a few more days on a hunt. What will she find when she comes back early to surprise him?

A/N- This fills the square "What happened to your hair?" for @jacklesversebingo. Also, a big thank you to my amazing beta @pink-sparkly-witch. Thank you for the encouragement and great feedback on my fics.

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Y/N was exhausted. She’d been on a hunt for over a week that should’ve taken three days. All she wanted now was to get back to the bunker, back to Dean. It had been one of the few times they had hunted separately, and she’d missed him terribly. He and Sam had been out on their own hunt because she had wanted to take a slight break, but that changed when another hunter called, needing help to eliminate a werewolf pack. So, that’s why she was now tired, frustrated, and wanting nothing more than a hot shower and cuddling with her boyfriend. 

The closer Y/N got to the bunker, the more her tension seemed to ebb away. As the miles raced away under her tires, she couldn’t help but smile a little. Just the thought of getting closer to Dean with every minute that passed helped with her frustration of being gone so long. He thought she would be gone a few more days, but luckily, she and her partner had found the pack and decimated it quicker than anticipated. She’d thought about calling and letting him know she was returning but decided to surprise him instead. 

Finally, the bunker was in her sights. She sighed in relief as she made her way to the garage, parked her car, and got out, stretching her sore and aching muscles. She threw her duffle over her shoulder and began the trek to the war room, hoping that Dean would be there, wanting to see the surprise on his face when she walked in. But, as she took her first steps into the room, he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Sam stood there, his own duffle slung over his shoulder. 

“Hey, Sam,” she greeted, “Are you heading out?” 

“Hey, Y/N,” he returned her greeting, “Yeah, Jody needs help with a vamp’s nest.” 

“Don’t you ever take a break? How long have you guys been back, anyway?” 

“We got back a couple of days ago. I’ve had time to rest,” he chuckled at her worry. She was always making sure they were taken care of. 

“Okay, just please be careful, and let us know how it’s going. Do you know where Dean is?”  

“He said something about going to watch a movie and relax. He’s been looking forward to you coming home. You know how Dean is; he won’t outwardly say it, but he really missed you,” Sam smiled, patting her on the shoulder as he walked past, heading for the garage. 

“I missed him. That’s why I didn’t call. I wanted to surprise him,” she exclaimed gleefully. The thought of his excitement at seeing her made her stomach swim with butterflies. 

“He’ll definitely be surprised. I’ll see you when I get back. It shouldn’t be more than a few days.” 

“Be safe,” she told him, leaning up to kiss his cheek as he left, leaving her alone in the war room. 

Once Sam was gone, she threw her things on the war room table, stretching her muscles again before she started her journey down the hall to her and Dean’s shared room. The excitement of knowing they had the bunker to themselves for a few days put a pep in her step. She was going to try to convince Dean to take this time to spend it together. No hunts, no outside distractions. Just the two of them lounging around, watching movies, spending long overdue quality time together. It wasn’t often that they were the only ones home. Sam was rarely not there with them or in the front seat of the Impala on their hunts. So, she wanted to take full advantage of the time they could have together the next few days. 

As she got closer to their room, the thoughts of everything they could do while alone made her want to giggle like a little girl. She loved that green-eyed hunter down the hall more than she could ever describe. It had taken a while, but she finally managed to get him to fully let her in and open up to her in ways that he hadn’t with anyone else, which made her love for him grow exponentially. But all thoughts ceased as she got to their doorway. The sound of a grunt coming from the cracked door made her stop in her tracks. Was he okay? Was he in pain? She rushed the last few steps to the room, peeking in, but what she saw froze her in her spot. Dean was lying in their bed, hand under the sheets, head thrown back in ecstasy. 

“Yes, Y/N, God, it feels so good,” he groaned, his hand visibly stroking his hard length. 

She couldn’t help but stare, the sight making her weak in the knees and that familiar heat growing between her legs. The sound of a woman moaning brought her back to the present. For a split second, her heart dropped, but then she realized it was coming from the porn he was watching. Her eyes broke from Dean to the screen, and what she witnessed gave her an idea. 

“So, how much does it turn you on to watch her be in control?” she questioned seductively, announcing her presence and making Dean jump in surprise. 

“Y/N! I-I, uh, how long have you been back?” he stuttered, quickly moving his hand away, flustered that he had been caught. 

“Long enough to see that you’re having a pretty good time there, handsome,” she quipped, turning her eyes back to the screen where the woman was clearly dominating her partner, “But you didn’t answer my question. How turned on are you to see a woman being dominant?” 

“I, well, uh,” he continued to stumble through his words as he reached for the remote control to turn off the movie.

“Uh uh. Leave it on,” she demanded authoritatively, slowly stripping off her flannel as she moved closer to the bed. She watched as he quivered at her tone. “Now, answer me.” 

“It turns me on,” he mumbled quickly, barely audible. 

“Oh, come on,” she chastised, now down to her underwear as she stood beside the bed, “You can do better than that.” 

“Fine, it really turns me on,” he said sheepishly, eyes cast down, not wanting to see her expression at his admission. 

She smirked, her tiredness ebbing away and turning into a burning desire for the man sitting before her. If that turned him on, she would give him something he’d never forget. But she had to make sure it was something he wanted. They’d always been good about trying new things, but only if both were up for it. So, placing her fingers under his chin, tilting his face to look at her, she smiled down at him. 

“You want me to do it? Want me to dominate you?” 

“Are you serious?” he asked, his cock twitching at the thought that one of his secret fantasies may be coming to life. 

She grabbed his face between her fingers a little roughly, pulling his face closer to hers as she leaned down to look into his eyes, “Do I look like I’m joking?” 

Before she knew what was happening, he had her pulled down into his lap, his mouth covering hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue swiping against her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She let him run the show for a minute, but when she felt him start grinding his hips up against hers, she pulled away, making him whine. 

“Now, here’s how it’s going to go. You’re going to listen to what I tell you, and if you disobey, I stop, understand?” she stated, watching his pupils dilate, almost completely taking over the emerald green of his eyes. 

“Yes, I understand.” 

“Yes, what?” she asked, grabbing his hair, tugging harshly, his body shaking with want. 

“Yes, ma’am!” he exclaimed excitedly. She was going to ruin him, and he was all for it. 

“Good. Now, you can touch me only when I say you can, and you cannot touch yourself at all. Are you sure you want this?” she asked one more time, ensuring he really wanted this. 

“Yes, I want it. Y/N, I promise I’ll tell you if it’s too much,” he smiled up at her. She always worried about him and his well-being. That’s one of the many reasons he loved her. 

“Alright. Then get ready to have your mind blown, big boy,” she winked, slowly beginning to grind down against him, his hands instinctively grabbing her hips. 

“What did I just say about touching,” she scolded, moving off his lap and standing beside the bed.

“I’m sorry! It’s just instinct! I won’t do it again!” he almost begged. He wanted, no needed, to feel her against him again. 

“Dean…I have to punish you for that. Maybe you’ll learn to listen.” 

“No, please, baby. I need to feel you. God, I’ve missed feeling you,” he whined, reaching out to touch her but remembering and pulling his hand back, dropping it in his lap. 

“Shh, babe. You’ll feel me, just not right now. Now, scoot up,” she motioned for him to move so she could sit behind him on the bed as she removed the rest of her clothes. He obliged, but not without a pout. 

“Ahh, are you pouting, Dean? Good boys don’t pout. Don’t you want to be a good boy and get the rewards they get?” she whispered in his ear as she ran her hands down his arms, moving over to his abdomen, making his muscles tense and then release. 

“Yes, God. I’ll be good,” he grunted as she scraped her nails up and down his stomach. 

“That’s what I want to hear. Now, lean back,” she instructed him to lean his body back against hers, his head on her shoulder as her hands continued to roam. 

“Baby…” he began to utter his pleas, but she moved her finger up to his mouth to quiet him. 

“You hear that? Do you hear the sounds she’s making? Does that turn you on, Dean? Will you let me use you to make myself feel that good, huh? Let me ride you until I come so hard, squeeze around you so tight,” she whispered in his ear, nudging his head to look at the movie, his breath hitching in his throat as her hands moved all around where he wanted her to touch him. It was tortuous, but he couldn’t deny that he was turned on more than he had been in a long time. The thought of her using him to get her pleasure made him hard as a rock. He couldn’t contain the loud moan that escaped him. 

“That’s it. Let me hear you, babe. Such a good boy for me,” she cooed, feeling his body shiver with need. It made her want him even more, her body reacting. She ground herself against his backside, needing friction. “You feel how wet I am, Dean? Damn, I can’t wait to feel you inside me, filling me up so good, filling me up the way only your big cock can.”

“Y/N, baby, please! I can’t take anymore. I need you so bad. Please, please…” he began to beg, the need to feel her wrapped around him, controlling all his senses. 

“Already begging? Does my good boy need me, need to come for me?” 

“Yes! I need you so bad. I’ve missed you and how you feel. Please, baby,” he pleaded, fists clenching the sheets beside him, her hands still teasing him, “I’m not going to last if you keep teasing me!”

She smirked at his desperation. What she wasn’t going to admit was that seeing him that turned on and begging for her was slowly chipping away at her restraint. Being away from him and not feeling him for over a week made her body thrum with the need for him, too. She slid from behind him and motioned for him to scoot back against the headboard. Once he was positioned where she wanted him, she climbed back into his lap. 

“I’m going to give you what you want, Dean, but remember, hands to yourself until I say otherwise. Got it?” she made sure the rules were clear as she slowly ground herself against him, his tip catching her swollen clit, bringing low moans out of her. 

“No touching, got it. Just please, sweetheart, stop teasing me and let me feel you,” he groaned as the feeling of her pussy, warm and slick, grinding against him slowly drove him insane. 

“That’s not how this works. You wanted me to dominate you, right? That means you get what I give you when I want to give it. Understand?” she said, pulling his hair, causing his head to tilt back to look up at her. 

“Yes, yes, I understand.”

“Yes, what, Dean?” she smirked as she rolled her hips again and watched his eyes roll back. 

“Yes, ma’am! God, Y/N, you’re killing me…” 

“Oh, but what a pleasurable death it will be,” she moaned in his ear as she lifted herself, grabbing his cock and lining it up with her entrance, dropping down to take all of him in one motion. 

Dean couldn’t stop the scream that tore from his throat as he felt her heat surround him suddenly. He had to twist the sheets tighter in his grip to prevent his hands from grabbing her hips, making her bounce on him fast and hard, but he had asked her to dominate him, so he had to follow the rules, even though he thought it might be the death of him. 

Dean shut his eyes and gritted his teeth. It was taking all his willpower not to finish before her. He had never been dominated like this before, and he loved it. The feeling of her tight pussy taking him to the hilt, and the sexy moans leaving her as she chased her end, were driving him mad. He wanted to grab her hips and help her move against him, but he knew he couldn’t. 

Y/N watched Dean’s eyes flutter shut, his knuckles turning white from his grip on the sheets, his teeth indenting his bottom lip as he sucked into his mouth, trying to contain the many noises that wanted to bubble up and out of him, but she wasn’t having that. She pulled his lip from his teeth with her thumb, his eyes shooting open from the contact as she began to grind slowly in his lap. 

“No, Dean. No keeping quiet. Let me hear all those beautifully sinful noises I plan to draw out of you,” she told him as she began to move faster, the sexiest whimper she’d ever heard leaving past his lips, “Yes, that’s it, that’s my good boy. I’ll have you screaming my name before I’m done.” 

“God, Y/N…y-you feel so damn good. R-riding me so fucking good. Please, let me touch you. I need to touch you,” he begged, the restraint of not touching starting to become too much. 

“Does my good boy want to touch me?” she felt his whole body shudder at the praise, making her smile. Had she known that praising him would get that kind of reaction, she would’ve done it much sooner, “Okay, Dean. Since you’ve been good, you can touch me.” 

As soon as the words left her mouth, his hands were on her hips, his grip almost bruising, his hips meeting hers as he pulled her up and down on him. She ran her hands into his hair, grasping it in handfuls as she continued to ride him hard, making him moan loudly. The sounds he was making made her clench around him, which, in turn, made him moan loudly again. It was a cycle that was quickly driving them both towards their ends. 

“Sweetheart, you gotta hurry. I can’t hold it much longer,” he growled through clenched teeth, the vein in his neck protruding out in his effort to hold back. 

“Be a good boy and make me come, then,” she demanded, her legs starting to shake with the exertion. 

Dean reached down between them, rubbing her clit in harsh circles as he thrust up into her as hard as he could. He knew she was getting close as he felt her begin to flutter and clench around him even more. A few more circles on her nub, and she was gone, falling over the edge, screaming his name as one of the most intense orgasms she ever had rushed through her. He grabbed her hips, pistoning up at a faster pace for a few seconds before her orgasm triggered his. He stilled deep within her, shouting her name as he shook all over, filling her up.

She collapsed against his chest, his hands instinctively running up and down her back slowly. They sat there silently, trying to catch their breaths for a few minutes before Y/N giggled. The motion of her body moving made him hiss. His softening length was sensitive from one of the strongest orgasms he’d ever had. Y/N sat up abruptly, making him groan. 

“Oh, God. Did I hurt you?” she asked, her eyes wide with worry. 

“No, sweetheart, I’m fine,” he chuckled, “I’m just a little sensitive, and when you started to laugh, it made you move on him. And I do believe he’s down for the count for a while.” 

“Are you saying that little Dean isn’t up for playing anymore?” she laughed as he rolled his eyes.

“One, don’t call him that, and two, yes, he’s done for the night. Sweetheart, you damn near killed me,” he groaned as she started to wiggle in his lap, teasing him. He helped her move from his lap to sit beside him on the bed. 

“So, I take it that means you enjoyed it?” 

“Enjoyed it? Y/N, baby, that was indescribable. I’m just sorry I didn’t ask for that sooner.” 

“Well, I’m happy I could be of service,” she stood from the bed and curtsied, causing Dean to burst out in full-body laughter. 

“You’re something else, sweetheart,” he whispered, pulling her closer and kissing her hard, “Now, how about we talk about the roles being reversed sometime?”

“You want to dominate me?” she asked, putting her finger on her chin like she was contemplating, “I do believe that’d be fun.” 

“Then we’ll have to make plans for that, but first, I’m fucking starving. Let’s go to the kitchen, make us a snack, and then we come back here and watch a movie.” 

“Another movie?” she questioned with a smirk, gesturing to the TV where the porn was still playing. 

“Damn it, woman. A real movie, not the sexy kind,” he huffed, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV before slapping her on the ass, “Now, about that snack?” 

She laughed as they threw on their pajamas and made their way down the hall toward the kitchen. As they got closer, a sound made them freeze. Dean motioned for her to get behind him as they tiptoed around the corner, their bodies relaxing when they saw it was just Sam. 

“Hey guys, Jody called as I was about thirty minutes from here and told me they had taken care of the nest, so I didn’t have to go after all." He was explaining why he was there when he stopped and stared, “What happened to your hair? You look like Sonic the Hedgehog.” 

Y/N couldn’t contain the fits of laughter. She was doubled over, holding her sides as Dean looked on with his best bitchface. Her hands pulling on his hair had made it stick up in all different directions. Sam spoke again as she finally started calming down, sending her into another fit of giggles. 

“You know what, I don’t want to know. From the looks of you both, I know why, and now I wish I could bleach the image from my mind.” 

“Well, Sammy,” Dean smirked, pulling Y/N to his side, “What can I tell you? I aim to please.” 

“Excuse me. Who was doing the pleasing this time?” Y/N grinned, poking Dean in the chest. 

“Oh, God. I’m going to my room. I don’t want to hear this!” Sam groaned, leaving the kitchen. 

“Be glad you weren’t here thirty minutes ago, or you’d have heard plenty!” Y/N shouted at his retreating form as she and Dean started cackling. 

Sam groaned again as he walked away. A thought crossed his mind as he heard them continue to laugh as he made it further down the hallway.

“If I didn’t love them, I’d go back in there and stab them to death,” he mumbled to himself as he walked into his room and slammed the door, hoping he wouldn’t hear anything else from them the rest of the night. 

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[mlobsters]

supernatural s1e8 bugs (w. rachel nave, bill coakley)

[lila-lou]

✨Motel nights✨

Summary: After weeks of relentless hunting and stolen glances, Dean couldn’t wait any longer. The moment Sam drifted into a deep sleep after the last hunt, Dean seized the chance, his need for you overwhelming any restraint.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, Fluff

Word Count: 2964

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 💙

The motel room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The heavy curtains blocked out most of the neon lights from outside, casting a warm, golden hue over everything. The hum of the air conditioner provided a steady background noise, blending seamlessly with the occasional rustle from the old, threadbare blanket on the bed.

You lay on the bed next to Dean, your head resting on his chest. His arm was wrapped around you, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your back. The familiar scent of leather and soap filled your senses, a comforting mix that was undeniably Dean.

“It’s quiet”, Dean murmured, his voice a low rumble in the stillness. “Too quiet”.

You glanced over at Sam, sprawled out on the couch. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his face relaxed in sleep. “He’s out cold”, you whispered, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Dean’s fingers moved to your shoulder, his touch warm and gentle. “Yeah, guess we wore him out with that last hunt”.

You shifted slightly, turning to face Dean more fully. The look in his eyes was soft, filled with a tenderness that he rarely showed to anyone else. His free hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. “You okay?”, he asked, his gaze searching yours.

“I’m fine”, you replied, leaning into his touch. “Just… tired”.

Dean’s eyes softened with understanding, but there was a flicker of something deeper, something more intense. “Yeah, I get that”. he said softly, his voice barely more than a murmur. His hand remained on your cheek for a moment longer, his thumb gently caressing your skin.

As you both settled into a more comfortable position, Dean’s hand drifted slowly down from your cheek. He let his fingers trace a gentle path along the curve of your shoulder and down your arm.

His hand continued its journey, moving with a tender deliberation until it rested at the base of your back. He paused there, his fingers splayed out, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his palm. The touch was soft but firm, a reassuring presence.

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Dean’s hand began to explore further. His fingers glided across your lower back, tracing the curve of your hips. The movement was gentle, almost exploratory, as if he were savoring the sensation of your skin under his touch.

As his hand moved lower, it finally reached the curve of your ass. His touch was feather-light at first, his fingers brushing over the fabric of your pants. The sensation was both familiar and exhilarating, a mix of tenderness and desire.

Dean’s hand lingered there, his fingers lightly grazing the curve of your ass. His touch was careful, almost reverent.

You could feel the warmth of his hand through the fabric, a soft pressure that made you shiver with a mix of pleasure and anticipation.

He shifted slightly, his body moving closer to yours as his hand continued its gentle exploration. His fingers moved in slow, deliberate strokes, the caress becoming more intimate. You could feel his breath against your ear, warm and steady, as he leaned in closer.

As Dean shifted, pressing you more firmly against him, you could feel the solid, unmistakable pressure of his erection pressing into your thigh. The sensation was both surprising and exhilarating, heightening the intimacy of the moment.

Dean’s breath grew heavier, mingling with yours as he moved closer. His hand, still resting on your ass, continued its slow, affectionate caress.

The feel of him against you, combined with the gentle touches of his hand, made your pulse quicken. You could sense the urgency beneath his carefully measured actions, the deep desire he felt.

Dean’s lips wandered over your jaw, placing soft, lingering kisses along the way. He moved down to your neck, the heat of his breath against your skin sending shivers down your spine. Each kiss was tender yet filled with a deep, simmering desire that made your heart race.

As his lips trailed lower, Dean’s hand slid from your ass to your waist, then up your side. His fingers found the buttons of the flannel shirt you were wearing—his shirt, which hung loosely on your frame. With practiced ease, he began to unbutton it, his movements slow.

You let out a soft gasp as his lips found a sensitive spot on your neck, just below your ear. “Dean”, you whispered, the word escaping your lips between breaths.

He responded with a low, rumbling murmur, the sound vibrating against your skin. His fingers deftly worked their way down the shirt, each button revealing more of your skin to the cool air of the room and the warmth of his touch.

When the last button was undone, Dean gently pushed the fabric aside, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of your naked breasts. He paused for a moment, his gaze intense, before his lips resumed their journey, kissing along your collarbone and down to your chest.

His hand moved to cup one of your breasts, his touch tender yet possessive. You could feel the roughness of his palm against your sensitive skin, a stark contrast that sent waves of pleasure through you. He brushed his thumb over your nipple, eliciting another soft gasp from you.

Dean’s lips followed the path of his hand, kissing the swell of your breast before taking your nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak, making you arch into him, your fingers tangling in his hair.

“Dean”, you breathed again.

His lips continued to work their way across your chest, each kiss more insistent than the last. His free hand slid around to the small of your back, pulling you even closer against him.

You let out another soft gasp, your fingers gripping his hair as his mouth moved to your other breast, giving it the same loving attention. The sensations were overwhelming, a perfect blend of tenderness and desire that left you trembling.

“Dean”, you whispered, your voice shaky. “We can’t… what about Sam?”.

Dean paused, his mouth just inches from your skin. He looked up at you, his eyes dark and filled with a fierce, unwavering determination. “I don’t care”, he said softly, his voice a deep rumble. “We need this. I need this. It’s been too long”.

His words sent a thrill through you, the intensity of his desire matched by your own. The weeks of stolen glances and brief touches had left you both yearning for more, the need for each other building to an almost unbearable level.

Dean’s lips found yours again, his kiss hungry and demanding. His hands roamed over your body, pulling you closer, pressing you against him.

You melted into the kiss, your own desire overcoming any lingering hesitation. The feel of his body against yours, the warmth of his hands, and the insistent pressure of his lips all combined to create a heady mix of sensations that left you breathless.

Dean’s hand slid down your side, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants. He tugged gently. You lifted your hips slightly, helping him ease the fabric down and off, leaving you bare besides him.

Dean’s eyes never left yours as he pulled down his boxers, the only clothing he wore, revealing his hard length. The sight of him, his desire evident, made your breath catch in your throat. He rolled back onto his side, his strong arms guiding you to follow, positioning your back to face Sam. The move was deliberate, protective, ensuring that if Sam woke up, he would see nothing more than the two of you seemingly cuddling.

With a careful, practiced motion, Dean pulled the threadbare blanket over the both of you, cocooning you in a private, intimate space. The warmth of the blanket and Dean’s body combined to create a comforting heat that wrapped around you, further heightening your sense of connection.

Dean’s hand slid under your thigh, gently lifting it and wrapping it around his hip. The movement brought you even closer, aligning your bodies perfectly. You could feel the heavy, warm weight of his erection resting against your lower abdomen, the sensation sending a thrill of anticipation through you.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. “Just relax, baby”, he whispered, his voice a soothing rumble. “I’ve got you”.

You nodded, your breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps as you adjusted to the new closeness. The feel of his erection against you was both comforting and exhilarating, a tangible reminder of his need for you.

Dean’s hand moved to cup your ass, pulling you even closer against him. The intimate pressure of his body against yours, combined with the warmth of his touch, sent waves of pleasure through you. His lips found yours again, the kiss slow and deep, filled with all the love and desire he felt.

You responded in kind, your hands roaming over his back, feeling the solid muscle beneath his skin. The kiss deepened, a shared exploration of passion and tenderness that left you both breathless. Every touch, every caress, was a reminder of the deep bond you shared, a connection that went beyond words.

As the moments passed, Dean’s hand moved between your bodies, his fingers tracing a path along your inner thigh. The touch was both teasing and possessive, a promise of what was to come. He found your core, his fingers slipping between your folds, a soft, deliberate caress that made you gasp into his mouth.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and anticipation that left you trembling. His erection pressing more insistently against you, the need in his touch mirrored in your own desire. Dean’s fingers continued their slow, teasing exploration.

You broke the kiss, your breath coming in short, shallow pants as you looked into his eyes. “Dean”, you whispered, your voice filled with longing.

He responded with a low murmur, his lips brushing against yours. “I know, baby. I know”.

With a careful, practiced motion, he shifted his hips, guiding his erection to your entrance. The feel of him pressing against you, combined with the warmth of his body and the intimacy of his touch, was almost too much to bear. You arched into him, your body craving the connection, the closeness.

Dean’s fingers moved to your hip, holding you steady as he slowly eased into you, the sensation a perfect blend of pleasure and intimacy. You could feel every inch of him, the deep, insistent pressure filling you completely.

The initial sensation of Dean entering you was both intense and exquisite, sending a ripple of pleasure through your entire body. He paused for a moment, giving you both a chance to adjust to the intimate connection. His breath was warm against your skin, his forehead resting against yours, eyes locked in a gaze that spoke volumes.

Dean began to move slowly, each thrust measured and deliberate, ensuring that you felt every inch of him. The friction created a delicious pressure that built with each movement, your body responding instinctively to his rhythm. You could feel the tension coiling in your lower abdomen.

Your breaths mingled, creating a symphony of shared desire. The need to stifle your moans became more pressing as the sensations intensified. You bit down gently on Dean’s shoulder, the taste of his skin grounding you even as it heightened the intimacy. The pressure of your bite made him groan softly, the sound vibrating against your ear and sending shivers down your spine.

Dean’s hand, still resting on your hip, moved to cup your ass, his fingers digging in slightly as he pulled you closer with each thrust. The intimacy of the position, your leg draped over his hip, allowed for deeper penetration, each movement driving him further into you. The feeling was overwhelming.

His free hand traced a path up your spine, fingers lightly dancing over your skin. Every touch, every caress was filled with love and reverence, making the experience all the more profound.

Dean’s lips found yours again, capturing them in a deep, searing kiss. His tongue teased yours, mirroring the rhythm of his thrusts, the connection between you growing ever deeper. The kiss muffled your moans, your shared breath hot and desperate.

Dean’s lips moved from yours, trailing down your neck and back up to your ear. His breath was hot and ragged as he whispered, “You feel so good”, the words punctuated by a soft groan.

The pace of his thrusts remained slow, designed to drive you both to the edge of pleasure without rushing the moment.

Dean’s hand slid up from your ass, tangling in your hair. He pulled you closer, his mouth finding yours again in a kiss that was both demanding and tender.

“Fuck”, Dean muttered against your lips, his voice a low, guttural growl. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect”.

His words, combined with the steady rhythm of his thrusts, made you tremble. You bit down on his shoulder again, harder this time, the need to stifle your moans becoming more urgent.

“Fuck, baby”, he groaned, the pleasure evident in his voice. “I need you. I need all of you”.

The intensity of his words matched the growing urgency of his movements. His thrusts became slightly faster, each one more forceful, driving you both closer to the peak of pleasure. The sound of his name fell from your lips, a breathless whisper that mingled with his own low curses and groans.

Dean’s free hand moved between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit. The touch was gentle at first, a soft, deliberate caress that sent a jolt of pleasure through you. He circled the sensitive nub with his thumb, each movement perfectly timed with the rhythm of his thrusts.

The combination of his touch and the deep, insistent pressure of his thrusts was overwhelming. You could feel your body tightening, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level.

“That’s it, baby”, he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

The sound of his voice, combined with the intensity of his touch and the deep connection you shared, pushed you over the edge. Your body tensed, the pleasure crashing over you in waves, your moans muffled against his shoulder as you bit down to stifle the sound.

Dean followed moments later, his own release a powerful culmination of the shared pleasure. His body shuddered against yours, his grip on your hip tightening as he emptied himself into you. The feel of him pulsing inside you added another layer to your pleasure, the intimacy of the moment leaving you both breathless.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Dean held you close, his lips pressing soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks. His touch was tender, his movements gentle as he helped you come down from the high of your shared release.

The quiet aftermath was interrupted by the soft sound of movement on the other side of the room. You felt Dean’s body stiffen slightly, his breath becoming more controlled as he listened to the subtle shifts coming from the couch where Sam was sleeping.

Sam stirred, his movements slow and groggy as he started to wake. The blanket pulled snugly over you and Dean, combined with the angle at which you were positioned, meant that from his vantage point, he could only see your back. Still, the awareness that you were caught in a vulnerable moment made your breath hitch.

You pressed your face against Dean’s solid chest, trying to stifle any sounds or movements that might give away what had just happened. Dean's arms tightened around you, his hand moving soothingly up and down your back, as if to comfort you and maintain the illusion of just cuddling.

Sam’s groggy voice cut through the dim light of the room. “Hey, you two awake?”.

Dean, ever quick on his feet, cleared his throat and shifted slightly, his voice low and steady. “Yeah, just… you know, having a moment”.

Sam, still half-asleep, mumbled something incoherent before shifting slightly on the couch, his movements signaling he was trying to settle back into sleep. There was a brief silence, filled only by the faint hum of the air conditioner and the rustle of the blanket.

Dean’s hand continued to soothe your back, his touch gentle and reassuring. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, whispering, “It’s okay. Just stay still for a minute”.

You nodded, your face still buried against his chest. The sound of Sam’s breathing gradually settled into the steady rhythm of sleep once more. The tension in the room eased slightly, though you could still feel the lingering nervous energy from the close call.

Dean's hand gently stroked your hair, his touch tender and calming as he waited for Sam to fully fall back asleep. The warmth of his body against yours and the soft, rhythmic beating of his heart helped ground you, bringing a sense of comfort and reassurance amidst the lingering adrenaline.

After a few more moments, when Sam’s breathing had once again become deep and steady, Dean sighed softly. He shifted slightly, allowing you to pull back just enough to meet his gaze.

“We’re good”, he whispered.

You managed a small, relieved smile, nodding in agreement. As you settled back into his embrace, the blanket cocooning you both, you felt a renewed sense of closeness and love.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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[kaleldobrev]

Old Man

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Summary: Dean never had a problem with the age gap between you two; not until now any way Word Count: 3.4k Warnings: Age Gap, Cursing (13x), Sexual Innuendos, Dean talking bad about himself, Frat guys giving Y/N the disrespect she doesn’t deserve Authors Note: Me and Jensen have a 17-year age gap – what’s your age gap? | This came out A LOT longer than I expected | I don’t know how to write frat guys xD | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

You and Dean pulled up in front of a gas station; needing to stop for gas and maybe a few snacks before the two of you continued your almost four-hour long journey back to the Bunker. You and Dean had just spent the weekend in Lawrence, due to the very rare occurrence that there were no cases. You had told Dean that even though you’d been living at the Bunker with him and Sam for the past couple of years, you had never once been to Lawrence even though you could have easily made a day trip out of it. With that being said, Dean was more than happy to take you and show you around, reminiscing about some of the things that he remembered doing all those years ago back when he was four; back before everything. But that’s not all the trip was, you had done some other things too; like visiting the Biodiversity Institute and Natural History Museum – which was considered to be one of the best museums in the entire state of Kansas, along with Grinter Farms – who prided themselves on their sunflower photo-ops. You enjoyed both places immensely, and were happy that Dean did too, even if he wasn’t initially keen on going to either place at first.

“I’m gonna grab us some snacks while you do the pump.” You said, grabbing your wallet from the glove compartment. Once you closed it and before you exited the car, you looked over at Dean, who was currently giving you the most serious look on his face. “What?”

“You already know what I’m going to say Sweetheart.” His tone sounding just as serious as his facial expression had looked. 

“Pie.” You said in unison.

“Cherry or apple?” You asked, the two of you getting out of the car at the same time.

“Like you have to ask.” Dean stated, opening up the fuel cap.

“Just making sure Dean. I mean, I don’t want to come out with apple when you really wanted cherry.” Your comment earned a slight chuckle from him.

“I’ll be getting some cherry pie later, don’t you worry.” He winked.

“I don’t think that applies to me anymore.” You smirked.

“We can always pretend.” He started fueling Baby just then. 

“Now that’s a roleplay idea I can get behind.” You winked at him before making your way into the store.

As soon as you walked into the store to grab some snacks for the two of you – one of which needed to be pie; a car pulled up the next pump over with a group of about four men who all appeared to be from the University of Kansas solely based on their Jayhawks apparel. “I don’t know dude. I’m pretty sure that chick was into me.” One of the men said, causing the one that he was talking to, to roll his eyes.

“No dude. She was into me. She was giving me the old fuck me eyes. Did you not see that? Or were you too busy looking at her ass?” He laughed. It was the other guy’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Can you blame me? You could bounce a quarter off that thing.” The young man replied.

“Hell yeah you could!” The other one agreed, giving each other a high five. 

There was a part of Dean that found their conversation funny because he had remembered when he was like that; but it hadn’t been for some time. Yes, there were times when he was still like that, but it was solely reserved for one woman: and that woman was you.

“Check out that piece of ass in the store there.” Another one of the men who hadn’t talked before was talking now. His comment caused Dean to turn in their direction and then back into the store. There was no other person that they could be talking about but you, as you were the only person in there besides the clerk behind the counter; and Dean was pretty sure they weren’t talking about the balding clerk.

“Bet she’s a good fuck.” One of the men said. Oh you have no idea. Dean thought to himself. 

“I’ll bet you thirty bucks that I can convince her to have sex with me.” The first guy said, the one that had noticed you in the first place.

“Dude, there’s no fucking way she’d have sex with you.” The next guy said. “Look at her! She’s way out of your league. Plus, even if you could pull her, where are the two of you gonna do it uh? The dirty gas station bathroom?” 

“Sure why not? I bet she wouldn’t mind it at all.” He winked. His comment caused Dean to chuckle a little to himself, knowing how wrong that guy was. You and Dean have had sex in a variety of different places, but never a gas station bathroom. “Dean, as much as I love you, I’m not fucking in a gas station bathroom. That’s honestly my only limitation.” You once told him. “So, Waffle House bathroom is okay then?” He joked back, causing you to give him a playful smack on the arm from his remark. 

“Dude, she’s not gonna give you the time of day. She needs a real man. And that ain’t you.” The man started walking around to the other side of the pump and started making his way toward the store. You ain’t a real man dude. Dean thought to himself. None of them were what he would call a man, only boys pretending to be.

“Watch and learn boys!” The guy said using his most charismatic voice. Dean wasn’t worried at all; he knew that you would never give the guy the time of day. You two had been together for the last couple of years, and the group of quote on quote men weren’t remotely your type in the slightest. Dean had seen pictures of your previous exes or have worked cases with them before. All your previous exes besides about one were all hunters; not varsity jock looking guys, and that’s what those guys were.

“Hey kid, I wouldn’t if I were you.” Dean finally chimed in. At first, he wasn’t even going to say anything. He had almost wanted to see the boy come back out the store with the look of utter embarrassment on his face when you had rejected him; which he knew was going to happen. But the jealous side of him won in that moment. He knew that you were more than capable of handling yourself – you were one of the best hunters he’d ever seen or worked with. He’d seen you get hit on plenty of times either when you two went to the bar together or while working a case; but those men never seemed like threats to him. But this time, this time felt different for him.

“I’m sorry?” The guy questioned.

“I said, I wouldn’t if I were you.” Dean said, his voice a bit more stern than usual.

“What’s it to you?” The guy asked, giving a slight snort.

“She’s going to reject you buddy. Trust me.” Dean finished filling the car up and put the pump back in its place. “Just trying to save you the embarrassment in front of your buddies here.”

“Oh yeah? Why do you say that?” The guy turned to look at you. You were currently standing at the counter laughing, probably at something the clerk had just said with two apple pie containers in your hands. Although Dean couldn’t hear your laugh, the sound of it echoed in his brain. God, he loved the sound of your laugh.

“That piece of ass” Dean began to say, hating using the words that they had used to describe you, “is my girlfriend.” Dean smirked. He had hoped that his usual tactic would work like it had done in the past. In the past, whenever Dean was with a woman; regardless if she was his girlfriend or not, the minute he said the word girlfriend to another guy that was hitting on his girlfriend, date, etc. the guy would usually back off, not wanting to get into any trouble. But his usual tactic didn’t work, it had simply just made the guy laugh.

“Your girlfriend?” The man laughed again. “Yeah, okay Old Man.” 

“Old, Old Man?” Dean was caught off guard. No one had ever really called him an old man before; the only one who ever did it was Claire, but she was the exception, because she was basically family to him.

“Yeah. What are you? Like 50?” The guy behind him chimed in.

Dean turned around. “50? You think I’m 50? I��m 42 dude.” Yet more laughter from the men.

“Close enough.” The man that was close to the store said. At that moment Dean had saw you wave goodbye to the clerk and started to head out toward the door. The man looked at you, and then eyed his buddies, making his way toward Dean. “Listen, tell her that if she wants someone that can keep it up without the use of meds and doesn’t go to bed before 6, to give me a call.” The guy said, giving Dean’s shoulder a slight pat before going into the car with his other three buddies.

Dean started to take out his gun just as the guy in the driver’s seat started the engine. Before he could fully take out his gun you were standing next to him, two boxes of pie in your hands and a slight look of worry on your face. “Can I shoot them?” He asked you. 

“Not in public.” You responded, handing him one of the boxes. “What did they say to you?” You were curious, and you had every right to be. Even though you were accustomed to Dean pulling out his gun, you were confused as to why he had wanted to pull it out in that moment, especially since you were pretty sure that the men in the car weren’t any kind of monsters.

“Nothing.” Dean was quick to respond, but his response sounded angry, almost hurt.

“It didn’t look like nothing. Especially since you asked if you could shoot them.” Dean handed you back the box of pie that you had just given him, causing you to give him an even more worried look.

“Can we just leave?” His voice was panicked now, maybe with a small hint of embarrassment.

“Yeah.” Was all you said as the two of you got into Baby.

There was a strong silence between the two of you, and it wasn’t the comfortable kind like you were used to. That was one of the things that you had loved most about Dean; that you and him didn’t constantly need to fill the silence with talking. It was something that you enjoyed because your past boyfriends always needed to have some kind of conversation going because they hated the silence. “Y/N, can I ask you something?”

“Always.” You turned your attention to Dean.

“Am I…Am I old?” He asked. His eyes flicked in your direction and then back onto the road.

“Old?” You asked, not sure if you had heard him right. Him asking if he was old was something that had caught you off guard.

“Yeah. Am I old?” He repeated again.

“Did those guys back there say you were old Dean?” This conversation topic was something that Dean would have never brought up, not unless someone had specifically said something to him. The last time he had this conversation with you was because Claire had jokingly called him an Old Man.

“You didn’t answer the question.” Dean stated. You were positive that’s what it was.

“No. You’re not old Dean. I don’t even know why you would think that.” You knew why he would think that; you were pretty sure that the men back at the gas station had said something to him about it. But you didn’t know why they would have said something to him.

“Those guys back at the gas station called me…Old Man.” His voice sounded slightly defeated, like he was embarrassed even though he had no reason to be. “I caught those assholes looking at you, making comments.” He turned to face you for a slight moment before looking back at the road, his knuckles started to turn white as his grip tightened on the steering wheel. “They were trying to make a bet about who would be able to pick you up. When I confronted them about it, telling them that you were my girlfriend, that’s when they laughed and called me an old man.”

“Dean –” You began to say, but he cut you off before you could finish.

“Sweetheart, I know you could have handled that yourself. You have a black belt in three different martial arts and you don’t take any kind of shit from anyone. Hell, a part of me had wanted to see you embarrass the guy because I know for a fact that he isn’t your type but…he was your age.” He was your age. 

“Well, you’re not old. It’s not like you’re 90 Dean. You’re 42. That’s still young.” You stated, putting your hand on his thigh, a small gesture that you knew he loved. You had hoped that your comment would make him feel slightly better.

“I’m not young Sweetheart, you are. I got like 15 years on you.” His response made your face drop.

“That’s never been a problem for you before. I mean, it’s not like I’m 17 Dean, I’m three years shy of 30.” When you first met Dean, it was roughly five years ago when you were 22 and he was 37. Initially when you had first met him, you had figured that the two of you would be nothing more than just friends due to the semi-massive age difference that there was between the two of you, despite the fact that you did find him attractive. For the first couple of years that you knew him, you didn’t try to pursue anything; and neither did he, although the two of you had similar feelings. Dean had figured that you wouldn’t want to be with someone his age, and you thought that he didn’t want to be with someone your age. It wasn’t until Cas said something and both of you almost dying on a hunt that caused you two to realize that maybe you should give it a shot – and you’ve been together ever since.

“Exactly. You’re three years shy of 30. I’m far, far past that. You know what I was doing at 30? Trying to stop the Apocalypse. When I was 30, you were still in high school. You weren’t even on my radar back then.” 

“Would have been pretty good jailbait though.” You joked.

“Not funny.” He responded.

“I’m not laughing.” You said back.

“Can I ask you another question?” His knuckles were still white against the steering wheel. 

“Of course.” What else could you possibly say?

“Why me? Why out of all the guys you could possibly be with, that are your own age, that you actively choose to be with me? I mean, I know I drink too much, I have way, way too many screws loose, I’ve been to Hell, Purgatory, been possessed more times than I can count, I have major trust issues, PTSD.” He looked over at you again. “The list goes on and on. I’m all kinds of fucked up Sweetheart.” Your heart sank at Dean’s comments. You hated more than anything when he talked bad about himself, because there was no reason for him to do that. 

“Pull over.” Was all you said.

Dean looked at you with a confused expression. “What?”

“Did I stutter? I said pull over.” Your voice was stern now, but it made Dean pull over on the side of the road.

“Dean, the fact that you even have to ask me why I’m with you shows me that you don’t actually realize or understand the reasons why I love you. You’re right, I could be with someone my own age. But you know what? I don’t want to. I’ve dated people my age, and they honestly suck. Hunters or not, men my age or even a year or two older have no fucking clue what they want in life. The only thing they’re positive about is wanting to fuck anything that has a pulse and gaslight women.” You let out a frustrated sigh. “My parents used to tell me, ‘not all men,’ and I knew that. You may have a slight case of alcoholism –”

“A slight case?” Dean interrupted, raising an eyebrow. He thought you saying that he only had a slight case of alcoholism was a tad too generous.

You pointed a finger at him. “Don’t interrupt me.” Dean put up his hands in defeat. “As I was saying. You may have a slight case of alcoholism, are insanely prone to nightmares, get angry more often than you probably should, enjoy murder every now and then, have been to Hell and Purgatory and back, but wanna know something? I’ll take all of that, gladly! Because you are honestly the best man I could ever ask for. Yes, you have some flaws, but who doesn’t? I mean look at me for example.” You went into your jacket and pulled out your hunting knife. “I’m someone who brings a hunting knife wherever they go like it’s a security blanket. No normal person does that Dean.”

“As you should. You need to be prepared at a moments notice.” He agreed.

“Exactly! No sane person would agree with me.” You said, putting back your hunting knife.

“Y/N, are you saying that part of the reason you’re with me is because I’m not sane?” He raised an eyebrow. He’s been called crazy or insane more times than he could count, so this wasn’t particularly newsworthy for him.

“I was thinking more…cautious.” You shrugged. “I mean…No, cautious isn’t the right word. You are cautious but…” You were really trying to come up with the right word to tell Dean, and you could feel it on the tip of your tongue. “What I’m trying to say is, any other guy would be freaked the fuck out if they saw me walking around with a hunting knife in my jacket. You? You couldn’t give two fucks. And you wanna know something else? I’ve worked with a lot of hunters over the years before I met up with you and Sam, who just looked at me and laughed because of my age, thinking that I don’t know the difference between rock salt and holy water.” You took one of his hands in yours intertwining your fingers. “You, not including Sam of course, accepted me as someone that actually knows a thing or two about hunting despite my age. You treated me like your equal. Hunter or not.”

You treated me like your equal. Your words rang in Dean’s mind. “Of course I treat you like my equal Sweetheart. What man wouldn’t? ‘Sides those other hunters and the Jayhawks spirit squad back there.” He chuckled, and you let out a small laugh too.

“Exactly. You’re a feminist icon.” You smiled.

“A feminist icon uh? Who knew?” Dean finally smiled.

“In all seriousness, I could give a rat’s ass about your age. You treat me right and my parents love you. What else could I possibly ask for?” You gave his hand a slight squeeze as you shot him another smile, but a softer one this time.

“Still amazed that your parents love me.” He said, starting to lean in closer to you.

“You treat their daughter right. That’s all they care about.” You confessed. When you had first told your parents about Dean, one of the first things they asked is if he was treating you right, they never asked about his age. And when they had met him, they still never commented on that fact, even when he wasn’t in the room.

He caressed your face. “I really am lucky to have you.” He smiled and leaned in fully to kiss you. “I love you so much.”

You smiled. “I love you more.”

He let out a slight chuckle. “Show off.”

“Always.” You responded, leaning in to kiss him again.

[bellestarot]

Pick a Pile

What's Next In Your Love Life? 🩷

♡ Take your time to choose

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Pile I

This is a journey where you'll become more emotionally independent. It's about loving yourself first and getting to know who you are before being with someone else.

You're a very empathetic person, extremely kind to others, and I can see that your circle of friends is always there for you in both good and bad times. These people will have an even stronger presence in your life during the next chapters of your romantic journey as well.

You might meet someone who initially seems like the right match for you because they understand you and connect with you emotionally. Another person might appear too, someone younger and grounded, but still building their life and figuring out what they truly want. I see that both of these people will be interested in you and will try to reach out. However, I honestly see you thinking that you can find someone you truly connect with, as most of the people who approach you don’t really capture your interest. It’s easier for you to treat them as friends rather than romantic interests.

I see you becoming more financially independent, advancing academically, and taking better care of yourself—not just emotionally, but also focusing on your physical health. You’ll be buying clothes, treating yourself well, and caring for yourself in the way you want to be treated.

This is about how strong you are. I believe you’ll face some obstacles, situations where you’ll feel deep pain that seems impossible to resolve. But the universe is speaking to you, showing you signs and guiding you on the path you should take. Some challenges make us stronger and wiser, and I see great potential in you to become stronger and wiser amidst difficulties and the unknown. You will be led into unfamiliar territory on a new journey, a chapter of your life that you don’t yet know how it will unfold.

This is a reading about self-love, not love with others, because you can only love someone else when you truly love yourself.

Pile II

You're definitely going to be getting out of the house more, going places, meeting new people, and opening your heart to them. You'll discover what happens when you truly embrace who you are, when you're in your essence. Are you allowing yourself to be happy in the moment and enjoying what you're experiencing? Because in the past, some of you were hurt by someone who came into your life.

Maybe it was someone you thought was your ideal type—physically attractive, someone you really believed would be the love of your life, your soulmate, or something like that. But in the end, this person betrayed you, lied to you, said hurtful things. Perhaps this was someone who was closed off from the beginning, and you thought you could win their heart. But in the end, you discovered they were exactly who they seemed to be all along. This experience might have left you nearly depressed, unable to see your own worth, and lacking the motivation to go out and meet other people.

And yes, you might have had help from a friend, a relative, or a female figure who came to you and told you that you are worth it, that you have all the potential and capacity to find someone who will recognize you and not deceive you in the end.

What you heard from these people might have been hard to accept at first, but it’s true. You have the capacity. I see you meeting someone new, perhaps around your age, someone very intelligent and creative. This person will be interested in you, but I see you being a bit tough with them because of what happened to you.

I see you taking your time to reply to their messages when they invite you out, playing a bit hard to get. But every time you meet with this person, it's positive; it’s an important moment.

It's fun!

You’ll find yourself in a stable relationship with this person. I see you two becoming best friends first, and then evolving into something more, into love.

This person will show you a very romantic side, perhaps a part of them that you didn’t expect. At first, they might have presented themselves in a certain way, but as your relationship deepens, things will evolve and become more natural. That’s what you’ll need to pay attention to. You need to let things flow naturally, stop trying to control or idealize too many people, too many conversations, behaviors—just let things happen as they will.

And while this person from your past may still be on your mind, still in your thoughts, the universe wants you to let that go. Move on—it's in the past. You deserve to be with someone who is good for you, not someone who hurt you and crushed your self-esteem.

Pile III

Well, I'm not sure if you're aware, but right now, you’re manifesting a very important soul connection, the kind where you might feel what the other person is feeling, have strange experiences like shared dreams, and connect with this person on incredibly deep levels without knowing why.

I believe you’re a very spiritual person, someone who knows their worth. You seem to be more introverted, perhaps spending a lot of time at home, but recently, you might have considered going out more.

You might meet this person when you’re out, perhaps in a place you don’t usually go to, with people you aren’t particularly close with. You’ll meet this person unexpectedly, and it will feel like a clash of souls between you two.

You’re trying to leave behind what has hurt or bothered you, trying to move forward every day, but you’re also quick to judge the people who come into your life. Sometimes, even if someone just says hi, you might immediately think they’re not your type or that you have nothing in common, not giving them a chance to get to know you.

You could meet this person while traveling, perhaps to a place you’ve always wanted to visit. Suddenly, you meet them, and it takes you by surprise.

I see you feeling unsure whether this person is truly attracted to you, whether they feel the same connection you do. You might have a lot of doubts about this.

It’s possible that you two will be in a long-distance situation, even if you’re in the same city. Maybe you didn’t exchange numbers; you saw each other a few times in different places and then went your separate ways. I see you seeking answers through the Divine or through things that are beyond what we can see, because you’ll sense that this connection is something different.

You and this person are very different—not just physically, but in personality and maturity. You are more mature than they are. This person still feels like a teenager in some ways, even though they’re an adult. Their actions and behaviors are still very youthful, and not in a positive sense. However, I don’t see this as an obstacle to you being together.

This person will miss you a lot, and you’ll miss them too, especially due to the distance between you. You won’t quite understand why you’re apart, but it will feel like there’s something bigger at play.

This person still has a lot of growing up to do, which might be why you’re not together yet—they need to go through certain experiences to mature because the universe is taking care of this connection. Whatever it is, the universe will do everything possible to bring you and this person together.

Besides this person, you might also receive romantic interest from others, such as someone in your workplace who finds you charming. They may try to win you over with gifts, attempting to capture your heart in various ways.