#deanbenny my beloved

[secondbeatsongs]

trick or treat!

happy halloween!

[scoobydoodean]

Deanbenny or DeanCrowley 😗

Deanbenny ;)

[dr1f7w00d]

still a deanbenny truther in a destiel world 💀

[how-the-feathers-have-fallen]

@loverboybennylafitte

[ardentpoop]

can I ask your opinions on these ships? I’m just curious. Deanbenny, Sambenny, Deanjo, and Sameileen.

deanbenny: hot. more meat to it than That Ship ever had. literally AND uh as usual I don’t like what most of the fandom does with it bc they don’t get dean (sexually and otherwise) like I do and they certainly don’t understand sam’s narrative significance to this relationship. s8 benny & amelia arc my beloved forever nobody appreciates her (the arc. but also amelia) properly it’s very sad.

sambenny: HOT. we were given scant crumbs of them onscreen however real spnheads recognize the rich tapestry of potential hanging over these two characters. I’m not putting an essay here but Trust Me I’ve been a sambenny enjoyer since 2014 the essay is in my heart. also wincesties if you’re not cooking up fresh benny/sam/dean combinations in the lab you’re seriously missing out take my hand . let’s eroticize their interpersonal drama together

deanjo: hot. there is textually an element of faux-sibling-incest here (I could provide plenty of specific examples but I don’t have the energy for google rn) that compels me. I like that poor jo yearns and yearns for this guy who sees her yearning but is astoundingly emotionally unavailable. he’s older and he doesn’t take her seriously as a hunter bc she’s a woman and he infantilizes her bc he cares. “you’re like a little sister to him,” taunts meg through sam in BUABS. I’m Obsessed with the sam & jo connection and have written abt it a bit. they are long-suffering sisters.

sameileen: hot. ignore literally everything the general fandom does with them bc they try to make everything in the whole show abt That Ship (the boring one). yes they are achingly sweet and supportive of each other however they are also both incredibly dangerous hunters and they have their own language just as samndean have their own language. eileen would literally kill for sam, quiet and beaten-down late-seasons sam. I need to revisit eileen’s backstory at some point if I ever feel like writing them after I tackle samrowena bc I’m sure there are a lot of parallels between them to play with in terms of trauma. anyway. girlfriends :) they’re having threesomes with cas in my head solely bc of that one scene in s15 where cas fingerfucks sam’s god wound while eileen watches (real)

[enochianribs]

deanbenny my beloved

[skylightangels]

when is a monster not a monster? oh, when you love it (aka a new fic for you monster fuckers lovers)

featuring, of course, samruby, sam's demon blood arc, megstiel, deanbenny almost smut, garth fitzgerald iv my beloved, demon dean, drowley, and samwena <3

[hollywoodbabylondean]

Benny for the character ask <33

give me a character

favorite thing about them -how he cares about other people and his general good will least favorite thing about them - that the writers were cowards and homophobic and killed him off favorite line - cant think of any rn sorry brOTP - HEAR ME OUT i think him and garth would've been besties OTP - deanbenny baybee nOTP - sam. again for homophobia reasons. random headcanon - he and his great granddaughter reconciled before he left unpopular opinion - just. straight up cowardice that he was dead in purgatory in s15. song i associate with them - bad moon rising by creedence favorite picture of them

sunglasses benny my beloved

[envydean]

deanbenny for the ship thingy

DeanBenny my beloved 😍 they're my joint OTP (or I guess TTP - two true pairing 🤔)

[freakwiththeknifecollection]

Jo/Dean + Deanbenny

(Ship bingo ask game :D🌍🌈✨)

Omg bestie you sent that so FAST I appreciate you!!! 💖✨️

Jo/Dean, my beloveds, my whole world, my everything

There are a few people who understand them like I do but for the most part, fandom REALLY doesn't get them like I do but don't get me started on that lmaooo. The universes about them that live in my head could fill a bookshelf

DeanBenny!

Now the ONLY reason I didn't fill the "I'd read a fic" square is cause there are caveats, my interest based brain is very picky about what I can read so it would really depend on the fic. And I'm pretty much a monogamous fic reader for the most part lmao I have a one-track mind when it comes to ships, I really don't seek out fics for any other ship except chestervelle. But there are always exceptions of course! I'm not saying I would NEVER read a DeanBenny fic 🥰

[eyelinerdean]

dean/benny

i love them romantically but i love them platonically as well 🥺

[kjosi]

Whispers in the Night // Link to Ao3

Fandom: Supernatural (~800 words) Rating: T Characters: Benny Lafitte, Dean Winchester Relationships: Dean/Benny, Benny/Andrea (past), Dean/Cas Summary: It’s been some countless weeks, maybe months even, since Benny had found the human. One night during their mission to find Purgatory's escape hatch, he learns that Dean's loyalty and love are not so easily stopped. (A follow up to this ficlet, but also reads as a standalone piece.)

The waters of their newfound...partnership is testy, to start with.

“I just don't see why you want to go find this angel, Dean,” he huffs. “He's going to make getting out of here very difficult, y'know that? Plus it seems with that bad blood you got goin' on there, I dunno...seems like there’s somethin’ else between you two.”

Benny eyes Dean warily, speaking in protest, hoping to dissuade the human from continuing on the ridiculous quest. “I just don't think it's worth the risk, brother.”

“No, Benny,” Dean cuts him off, speaking over him. “Okay – you know what? Yes, Cas did betray me and he's partly the reason why we’re even here.” He wipes his blade clean onto the grass before standing up. “But I will find him, you undead blood junkie. Just watch me. If I don't find the angel, then I'm not leaving, which means neither are you. There's no point, so just shut your pie-hole.”

Benny opens his mouth to counter at the ridiculous word, but Dean glares at him once more before softening his features and adds, “We had a deal, OK? We can either stick with it, or be stuck here for eternity for all I care.”

Sighing in concession, Benny puts his hands up in surrender. “Your call, chief.”

“Good. Then we continue on.”

It only takes a few weeks for Benny to find that placing trust in this human is no mistake at all. Before they find that angel of his, before they all transform into that legendary, unstoppable trio, they are first a fierce duo. Dean proves to stay on track, have his back, and gives regard to no one else who approaches them.

And if there is one thing Benny has come to bet on, it's the loyalty of Dean Winchester. He's learned to allow himself vulnerability around him, which really provides Benny a kind of relief he'd thought could only be provided in dreams.

Before the sex, there are frequent touches, inquisitive glances and long nights spent alone with their thoughts abound. Sometimes the thoughts are a little too loud, but if Dean hadn't woken up while Benny was on watch, the duo would have been ripped apart fairly quickly.

The whispers continue through the night.

'Cher, what are you doin' out here? Where have you gone?'

“Andrea...?”

'Come back to me. You left me...'

'How could you leave me alone up here?'

Dean abruptly awakens, and he props himself onto his elbow against the thick grass, staring over at his companion. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he speaks in command once the alarm sets in. “Benny, don't listen to it!” he warns. “It's a crocotta.”

“A what?” Benny asks, fazed at hearing the familiar voice calling to him from the forest. “I ain't never heard of a thing like that. Listen, brother, I heard her as clear as day...”

But he cuts in, “It's not Andrea, trust me. You said she was human, anyway?” Dean gives him a sympathetic look, sitting up completely to face him. “So it can't be her. Look at where we are, Benny.”

“But you're here...” Benny's voice breaks, a scowl painting over his face.

Dean returns the scowl, but keeps his voice even. “Man, you know my case is a fluke. Your Andrea wouldn't be here. She can't be... she's human.” He chews his lip and lowers his eyes. “Besides... this damn thing was calling out to me, too.”

Benny shifts forward, toward him. “What?”

Dean speaks softly. “I've run into these creatures, before. They lure you, Benny, they call out to you, disguising themselves under a familiar voice. And this one? It's been stalking us these past two days. So, I know.” His expression melts into one vexed with grief. “I...thought I heard Castiel...”

“That angel of yours?”

But a moment later, Dean wears a new face, and his posture hardens. “You stay right here, Benny.” He picks up both his machete and a flaming stick from the fire, and marches away from him, disappearing into the darkness of the forest. His voice drops in pitch dangerously, carrying through the wind as it breezes past him, fading like the light of fireflies in the air. “I'm gonna go kill this thing.”

Benny watches grimly until he is gone from sight. “Thanks, cher.” He then tears his eyes away from the spot from where Dean vanishes, and looks down at his hands, thrust back into those thoughts and memories of his beloved. “Be careful.”

From thereon out, Benny doesn't once fight against his companion's insistence on finding the now-famous, lost angel of Purgatory.

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[angelcasendgame]

Continuation of this post by @transbearbenny and myself but Dean and Benny get high while watching Twilight and they're feeling loose and light and happpy. Dean jokingly says he'd love to see Benny all sparkled up and Benny agrees as long as Dean doesn't put it in his beard because it would be hell to get out. And thats how you get Dean straddling Benny on his bed as he brushes shimmering blush on Benny's cheeks with a brush and when he's done, Dean's breath is just caught in his throat and Benny is just looking up at him and Dean just weakly smiles as the realization of holy shit I'm straddling Benny just hits him full force. But then, Benny presses his thumb into the palette and says "okay your turn cher" and cups Dean's face oh so softly and brushes his thumb over Dean's cheek and Dean blushes so beautifully that Benny can't help but breathe out "beautiful" and then Dean surges forward and kisses him full movie style

[typinggently]

Of course Benny wouldn’t have to kiss him. Heaven knows the guy puts up a fight every time, so one could arguably make a case that he’s wasting his time by being sweet. However, Benny isn’t an idiot, so he lets Dean fight.

They're caught in the few minutes before nightfall, the few minutes between one fight and the next, and Dean's tense, shaking with blood under his fingernails. Adrenaline tense, fight or flight tense, not quite dead but close tense, which is why they’re doing this in the first place. And Benny's hands aren’t warm, aren’t soft either — not what Dean needs, to make it short, not what he’d deserve, but all Benny has to offer. So he puts those hands on Dean’s cheeks, smearing sweat and dirt under his thumbs, and rests their foreheads together. Breathes with him. That’s the first step. Three deep breaths that Benny doesn’t need to take and Dean — doesn’t soften, of course, not here, not anymore, but relaxes, somewhat.

-

So Benny dares, moves on. Brushes his thumb over Dean’s cheekbone. And Dean almost leans into it, in that half second, before the fight starts.

Trembling again. Tense shoulders once more, all of that hard work Benny put in erased before he even touches him for real. Lowered lashes, though, this time. Little twitch around the nose. Not adrenaline, just — fight or flight. Fear. So Benny pushes in, fingers on the cracks in the walls Dean builds and keeps building. Pushes in, kisses him.

Dean — well, nothing, at first. Doesn’t react, just trembles, fights. Warm and very human in Benny’s palms, against his mouth. Delicate, sweat-drenched and dirty.

He tastes like sweat at first, like ash. Benny takes his time with that, kisses fear and fight off his mouth. Dean trembles, sucks in a breath through his nose, sharp like he’s in pain. His hand goes up, hovers by Benny’s wrist, almost close enough to touch. He never touches him, though, so Benny doesn’t know whether Dean’d pull his hands from his cheeks or wrap his own around Benny's wrists to keep them there, to hold on.

(He’d like to know.)

But it’s fine, because that phantom touch is the first step. Another sharp, hurt little inhale, then Dean tilts his head and opens his mouth.

Warmth and Dean-taste bloom against Benny’s tongue. Before, it was mostly just human, spit and warmth and that undercurrent of blood that makes Benny's core thrum and vibrate. But now, after weeks of this, of them fighting shadows and Dean fighting himself, it's just Dean. Dean-taste, warm and familiar. Still makes Benny's very soul tremble with hunger, but different.

Different, because when he's devouring Dean, he's tender about it. He inhales to fill his lungs with Dean's scent, stronger now that Dean's warm and close, and licks into his mouth. Dean, mingling with a faint promise of blood that melts on Benny's tongue. He wraps a tender hand (not quite warm) around that delicate skull, feels the softness of Dean's hair and bites his lips. Lets Dean inhale sharply, work his jaw, return the kiss with his hot tongue and straight teeth.

Benny shifts, invites Dean to rest more weight on him and swallows his first sigh, keeps it for himself. Fingertips brush his wrist and he hums, eats at him until Dean's melting, trembling. Open, hot. Not fighting for now, for once.

It’s slick after that, messy. Dean’s a good kisser, hot and blood-thrumming, but it’s the little sigh Benny’s after. A soft little thing deep from the well of Dean’s chest, something delicate and gentle that has no place here.

Only then, with that secret tucked away on his tongue does Benny pull back, just far enough that he can see him but Dean can keep his lashes lowered for a moment longer, find momentary refuge in the almost-warmth they share. It hurts to look at him like that, the shimmer on his eyelids, the sweat on his temples, the raspberry pink of his cheeks and mouth. Too pretty, too alive.

"Alright, brother?" Benny says, warm and just casual enough. Doesn't reach out to brush a palm over that bristly-hot cheek.

An unsteady nod, then Dean blinks his eyes open again, shimmery green lost somewhere on Benny's chest. Swallows, doesn't say anything.

So Benny nods and steps back, lets him stand for himself, exhausted and drained by their fight, his own fight. He watches the way Dean wipes his mouth and promises himself to get them out.

[lastoutpost]

Benny's dialogue here always makes me laugh. "be that as it may" sir the guy you're fucking just admitted he was imagining his brother instead of you!

anyways read Darling by applecrumbledore

[anticw-spn]

he !! was larping with his best friend!!!! and he was happy !!! and he liked it because he could be a hero without killing anyone for once !!!!! :(((( oh this is making me so upset all dean wanted was to have some fun why didn't get to be happy !?!?!? WHY DIDNT THEY LET DEAN ENJOY HIS LIFE :((((