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Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 5

Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 5

Characters: Dean x doctor!Reader, Sam Winchester

This story is Act 7 of a saga.

New to the story? Get caught up on the Heart of a Hunter Saga here.

All your favorite Winchesters are alive, in spite of the curse that nearly took them from you. After coming so close to losing the only family you have left in this world, you’re taking matters into your own hands. There’s a witch to hunt.

Series Warnings:

Character injuries/sickness - Take note that no one is excluded from this.

Canon-typical violence and language.

Lots of whump.

Lots of caring for hurt characters.

Smut (18 Only. NSFW. You were warned.)

Angst.

Fluff.

Medical talk. Is that even a warning

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Wordcount: 2212

Chapter  5

It was another day, another locator spell. Jonah was just down a few paces away in the war room in his playpen as Dean dangled the ring from it’s chain just off of the surface of the globe near the English channel region. Every day he’d started with the ring in position a little closer to France rather than home, a sign that his hopes of the witch having moved were diminishing with every attempt.

You might have offered to read the incantation, but Sam practically had it memorized at this point. He lifted the book containing the words into his hands, but barely bothered to glance at it as he spoke the incantation aloud. Addie reached out and took your hand in anticipation. She still hadn’t gotten used to the constant spells and craziness you and Sam and Dean barely blinked over.

The ring began quivering on the chain as the incantation drew to a close, and the palpable silence in the room when Sam finished made it obvious everyone was holding their breath as the ring tugged toward the West.

Dean’s eyes grew wide as you watched him gently adjust his hand to let the ring pull back toward the Atlantic Ocean. He held it with slight resistance, letting it guide his hand with the chain slowly. As it reached the middle of the ocean the ring spun wildly in circles but no longer pulled.

“She’s on the move,” you said, tearing your eyes away from the ring to look at Dean’s face.

"The slippery bitch is coming back," he breathed, meeting your gaze. 

The chain twisted up until it prevented more spinning, and Dean gave it a quick little yank and caught the ring in his other palm.

"It’s been so long. I - I was starting to think she'd never do it," Sam said, disbelief coloring his tone.

"Just had to wait long enough to convince her it was safe," you added.

“You know what that means,” Dean said like a man on a mission. “She hits American soil and she’s ours.”

But knowing the time had finally come to go after the woman who had tried to take your entire family from you meant it was also time to have a very hard conversation with the guys. You'd been going over it in your head for what felt like forever, trying to find the words to plead your case. "Hold up guys, we need to talk."

"We need to gear up," Dean stated. "We can talk while Sam and I pack."

Sam moved to follow Dean, hand going to your shoulder with a little squeeze.

"No," you insisted. "I mean it. All of us. Right now."

Dean had taken a few steps but paused at the tone of your voice. He rounded to face you again, brow furrowed in confusion. 

"Okay…. You've got my full attention, sweetheart. What is it?"

"You have to let me do this," you told them both, including Sam with a glance. "You have to let me go after her. Alone."

Dean was completely taken aback. "Wait, what? That’s not … no." 

Dean gestured wildly with a finger between himself and Sam. "She kicked both our asses last time. And we're supposed to just let you go alone? You can’t seriously expect us to do that,” he said, indignant.

"I'm sure she's only coming back because she thinks she won," you added.

Dean shrugged. “Of course she is. Long as she’s coming back-”

“Hear me out,” you argued. “If she thinks you're dead and she’s got a way of checking, she’ll figure out that’s not the truth the minute you leave this bunker."

Sam shifted uncomfortably on his feet as he considered you.

Dean took a deep breath, sighed, and narrowed his eyes at you. "This isn’t just a witch, she’s a Borrower."

You nodded. "My point exactly. And like it or not, she’s had time to regroup. If she thinks you’re alive and grieving the loss of our son, she’ll be expecting revenge the minute you show back up on her radar," you added. "The element of surprise might be the only way we get close enough to take her down. I know it sounds crazy, but if I go alone, and the two of you stay hidden behind all the warding in the bunker, she might not see me coming.”

"Godammit...." Dean ran a hand through his hair while turning slowly away from you to stare at the wall.

You were right. He knew it and he hated it. Still, knowing it and actually letting you go after the witch alone were two very different things.

“I’ll stay and help out with Jonah and whatever else you need,” Addie offered.

You squeezed her hand in thanks and looked back at Sam and Dean. “We can repeat the locator spell until she reaches her destination, so there's no guesswork there. I’ve got a supply of witch-killing bullets already."

Dean turned back, pinched the bridge of his nose with a hand and closed his eyes with a heavy sigh.

You stepped close to him, lifting your hand to rest on his chest. "I know this goes against everything in you, Winchester, but you have to let me do this."

His heart thudded forcefully against your palm as if in protest, but Dean just hung his head in defeat, arms coming around you as he rested his chin on top of your head.

You glanced at Sam, saw him watching the two of you in silence. He nodded then. A small but understanding gesture that you hoped meant he'd at least try to talk some sense into his brother when Dean inevitably tried to change his mind later about letting you go at it alone.

You spent the rest of the morning prepping to leave. Sam had estimated the witch would hit the East coast within three hours, and then it was just a matter of waiting for her to move on from there. You packed your bag, loaded up enough ammo to take down whatever unexpected twists and turns may come your way, and double checked your firearms to make sure they were clean and in working order.

Then you did the most important thing you could do before setting off to avenge your family. You gave your infant son a bubble-bath followed by a little lotion massage as you told him how sweet and wonderful and perfect he was.

A few tears trailed down your cheek as you held Jonah in your arms in the rocking chair in his nursery and fed him a bottle. Then you read him a book - the one with the adventures of the moose and squirrel that Sam insisted was his favorite - and snuggled him to your chest.

You continued to hold him as he fell asleep, memorizing the little slant of his nose, the way his chin scrunched up as he dreamed. You could see so much of his father in him. You hoped he’d grow up to be just as resilient, just as smart and brave and selfless as Dean was. Jonah had proven he had the tenacity of a Winchester. He was so young, his time on the earth was still best counted in weeks rather than months, but he’d already managed to survive an attempt on his life.

He let out a cute little squeak in his sleep, and you smiled so wide your face hurt. Then, the sound of his soft breathing was interrupted by approaching footsteps. Addie popped her head into the nursery and quietly said, “We’re about to do another locator spell. Do you want us to go ahead?”

“I’m coming,” you assured her. “Give me a second.”

She nodded and headed back down the hall as you carefully got to your feet and lowered Jonah down into his crib to finish his nap.

“I love you, little man,” you told him softly. “Sleep well.”

You collected the baby monitor and slipped it into your pocket before letting yourself out of the nursery. Dean, Sam and Addie were waiting for you in the library. You stepped up in between Sam and Dean, reaching over to put your arm around Dean’s waist and give him a little squeeze before Sam started the incantation.

The corner of Dean’s mouth tugged a little. It was the closest you’d be getting to a smile after the curve ball you’d thrown him by insisting you go after the witch alone. He held the ring over the map, starting just inside the East coast. With the incantation, the ring began wobbling before tugging toward the West. 

You could hardly believe your eyes when the ring stopped spinning, perfectly positioned right over Lincoln, Nebraska. You blinked, eyes darting quick to look at Dean.

Twenty minutes later you were telling Sam and Addie goodbye in the mess hall.

Addie threw her arms around you and said, “Be careful. Okay? She’s been known to work with demons, and demons aren’t something to mess around with.”

She wasn’t telling you anything you didn’t already know, but coming from Addie it was sage advice learned from dangers she’d experienced firsthand.

“Thank you,” you told her. “And thanks for staying to help out.”

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else,” she answered before stepping back to let Sam say goodbye.

"I put some snacks and drinks in the cooler in your truck already," Sam said.

"Thanks, Brawny." You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck as he stooped to embrace you.

"Take care of yourself,” he added as you hugged him. "And don't worry about the baby. We'll keep an eye on him. Oh, and Jonah, too." 

Sam smirked at his own joke and you laughed softly.

“I’ve got to hit the road. You’ll call me if the locator spell shows she’s on the move again, right?”

Sam nodded. “I’ll do it every twenty minutes if I have to until you have eyes on her.”

You smiled at them both, slung your duffel over your shoulder and turned to go, heading for the bunker’s garage.

Dean was leaning against Baby next to your truck, just where you knew he’d be.

"I topped off your tank," he said with a dismissive wave toward the gas can a few yards away. "Checked the oil, too."

"Thank you, honey," you told him as he took your duffel bag from you and set it in the back of the truck.

He turned to look at you then, hands going in his pockets as you pulled your pistol from your waistband holster and did a chamber check before setting it on the front seat.

“Sweetheart," Dean said softly. "What’s it going to take for me to talk you out of this?”

“For our witch to drop dead of natural causes?” you offered, not getting so much as a wry smile out of him. 

“Come on,” you told him. “I’m doing this for Jonah. For us.”

Dean sighed. "Dammit, woman. You are as stubborn as you are sexy."

"You forgot deadly."

He lifted your jaw with his fingers, gazing down at you. When he pressed his lips to yours it took your breath away. And not only because you understood the very real trepidation that accompanied his every move just then.

He kissed you long and slow, the tension rolling off him in palpable waves.

You were doing the right thing by going, and going alone. You knew it. But as Dean held you close, obviously struggling to let go, you had your first real moment of doubt.

He pulled back slightly, still cradling your face gently between his hands to look at you. Then, as he often did, your husband found a way to give you exactly what you needed most. "You take that witch out and get yourself back here safe and soon. You hear me?"

You nodded, drawing strength from his confidence in you. "I love you, Winchester."

He held your gaze a moment longer. "Not as much as I love you, Doc."

He licked his lips and pressed another quick kiss to yours. Dean released you and watched reluctantly as you climbed in the driver's seat of the truck, stashed your gun in the jockey box, and started the engine.

He leaned back against the wall, one hand in his pocket, summoning all his willpower to stop himself running for the truck to beg you to stay. You blew him a kiss through the window before backing out.

Dean would spend the next 15 minutes pacing in the garage and trying to get his head on straight after having let you drive off without him. Eventually he’d make his way back inside the bunker to pretend he was okay with any of it.

It was hard as hell leaving him and Jonah behind - Sam and Addie, as well - but that feeling only fueled your raging desire to put this matter - this witch - to rest for good.

You pulled away from the bunker's garage in your brother's truck, knowing he was with you in spirit, along with your mom and dad, as you set out to kill the one woman who had tried to take what little family you had left in this world from you.

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We found each other- Part 8: The New Normal

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Pov: Dean

Chapter Summary: Finally out of his deep depression, Dean has a local job at the mechanics, while Y/n has a new job at the local diner. Something about being normal is making Dean feel rather very happy

Pairings: Dean W. x Fem!Reader

Chapter Tags: Inner Thoughts, kissing, making out, fluff (lots of it), contentment, happiness, working a normal job, Implied-smut.

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Falling into a normal cycle with Y/n, was weird at first. The way that we both moved around the kitchen, not bumping into each other. Rather we moved in sync with each other, once in a blue moon as we move around the kitchen I'll bump her with her hip.

She smiles and winks at me. She sways to the music that plays in the living room. She is beautiful in every moment that I spend with her, but right now she's a beam like a sun. She radiating this perfect aura around her.

We'd fallen I'd say.

Fall hard we did. That call that Y/n had gotten weeks ago, turned out to be a job at the local diner. Something good was coming out of this. "When is your first day? At the diner, I mean?" I ask her, we're sitting on the front porch.

The night's air is cool. "The manager, actually the owner said that my first day would be sometime this upcoming week," Y/n said. It's weird to think but I hadn't heard much from either Bobby or Castiel.

But I ignored the odd missing feeling.

"That's a good sweetheart," I said looking out to the short grass. "You know we really haven't talked much about them since you came back to me." Y/n said leaning in closer to me, "Hmm, you're warm Dean." She said leaning her head on my shoulder.

"I'm always warm baby, I know though, I just can't believe that he 's still gone," I said kissing her forehead. Sometimes being with Y/n didn't mean that we needed to talk to each other our company was enough for each other. The warmth of us together was worth the trials and tribulations I had been through.

She's worth the sun and earth to me.

"I know Dean, but I'm talking about Bobby and Castiel. I know that you've got to miss them just a little bit." Her concern laced her soft words.

"Well Bobby, he's umm. He's okay I bet. And Castiel he's an angel he doesn't need humans worrying about him." I said rather quickly still the subject of them is rough to conquer. Something that hopefully leaves more the more the time I spend with Y/n.

"Honey, please talk to me, let me know what's going on in that odd and quirky mind of yours." Her voice was soft, softer than before. "I'll let you know when I'm thinking of anything other than you baby." I teased.

It was odd, to be living such a normal life. Where Y/n went to work, I stayed at home doing the most I could for her. I finished the obvious things around the house.

Parked baby in her detached garage, deciding to cover her with a sheet. If I'm letting go of that horrible hunting life, then Baby needs to take a rest. "Why are you covering her up Dean?" Y/n asked as she walked into the small garage, giving me a small heart attack. "First off, You scared me. Second off, I don't need her anymore. She's a piece of.. of." "Of Sammy? Dean." Y/n said sort of finishing my sentence for me. "Yeah of him, but my life in the hunting business it's over... I guess. I honestly don't know." I stuttered as I spoke.

It barely ever happened, but something about Y/n staring at me with such content made me I don't know nervous, made me feel the need to be perfect. Nothing more and nothing less was expected, but perfect.

When I say perfect I don't mean fragile glass American doll type perfect, I just mean that Y/n had a way of making me feel as though I was already okay in my own skin. Like my choices were mine, and mine alone.

My choice was to stay with her after Sammy died. My choice to try and the keyword is "try" to have a normal life, work a normal job. "Dean, maybe to get into the "normal" you keep talking about we should find you a job around town?" Y/n suggested. Her perfume wafting into the small garage.

I hummed, throwing the sheet over Baby, and walking out Y/n hand interlocked with mine. By the time we'd made it into the house, Y/n had suggested more than a few jobs. "Remember Y/n I'm only a high grad." My knowledge not extending as far as Sam had.

I wonder if I had only paid more attention to schooling, and less to hunting if would have been as half as smart as Sammy was. But regardless of what happened in the past I know that Y/n is right I do need to get a job, something to settle me into the normal life.

"What else can you think of Dean?" Y/n asked as she wrote down the suggested jobs on a white slip of paper. "What about something to do with cars? Bobby taught me everything I know what it comes to cars." I suggested, Y/n eyes beamed and she shooke her head writing down.

"Mechanic" Her words looked beautiful on paper the smooth lines between the letters. How when she writes she seemed so content, almost happy she was writing.

"We'll see if we can get you a job, so instead of being cupped up in here. You can enjoy the hard-working class of America." Y/n said giggling through her words. She looks so happy, I wonder a lot of things when it comes to her.

I wonder if I'm the reason for the happiness, I wonder if when we grow old she will forever stay this vibrant? Her rose-covered cheeks, her bright white smile. That seems to be there every time I look at her.

I wonder about a lot of things.

By the time the new week started, Y/n had gotten her new uniform from the diner. A huge smile sat on her face. She pulled into the driveway, her music blasting in the car, and her hair that was once nicely put together was a mess. She looks like she has enjoyed herself.

I stood at the top of the front porch stairs. Watching as Y/n walked a bright smile. "So I got the job!" She screamed, jumping up at me.

Catching her my hands lay nicely at the bottom of her bra. She clings to me like I'm everything she's got. "And, when do you start?" I said coaxing her into more conversation.

"Do you really wanna know Dean, do you?" She said laughing at her childish nature I hummed. "I start Friday, in like two days." Y/n was a bubbly person to start with so giving her a job and something to do on a daily basis was great for her personality.

"Now, we've got to get you a job!" She said skipping, literally skipping in through the front door. I turn on my heels and walk in behind her. The home is warmly lit as Y/n cooks dinner and rambles off about how homey and clean the diner is.

"The manager actually said that she's been friends with the owner for years now. Put a good word for me a while ago. Also, I heard from the other patrons that there's a maybe job opening at the Garage at the end of the main street. Some dude named Lucas." Y/n finishes as she plates dinner.

"So this Lucas guy, he's got a space open at his 'garage'?" I asked Y/n, she hummed. She's so light and airy today such an odd comparison to the old life that I used to lead.

Eating dinner was nice, but sometimes there are things you miss about people. I miss the way that Sammy would dog me about eating meat, and tell me that I should eat more healthy food.

Y/n called the next morning, Lucas did happen to have an opening in his garage. According to Y/n her he was more than happy to have a new employee. she danced around me after he politely ended the call with her.

"You've got a job Deanie." Kissing my cheek as she passed by me for the second time. "We should celebrate Deanie," Y/n said as she circled me yet again. "What are you suggesting Y/n?" I asked. My arms crossed over my chest.

"I'm only suggesting that we go out for a nice dinner, and get a little drunk that's all baby," Y/n said. A raise in my brows, and a quirky look on Y/ns face. Told me that she wasn't lying.

Setting a reservation at the most expensive restaurant in town, for this, was a celebration for the both of us. Y/n had a job so she wouldn't be so intently thinking about her mother, and I was just glad to be helping out. Forgetting my brother wasn't a part of that plan at all.

Y/n came down the stairs black silk-like dress laid perfectly on her shoulders. Her skin was exposed but sexy, her hair pinned up and out of her face. "You look beautiful, Y/n," I said reaching out for her hand as she hit the last step.

"You don't do too bad either Winchester." She teased. "Can we take Baby?" Y/n asked, what she didn't know was that my idea was the same. Maybe I shouldn't have covered Baby, she can come out for date nights I guess. "Sure baby, she's already out there, see?" I said pointing to the black sleek car sitting in the gravel driveway.

This car has seen a lot of things. My mom and dad going to town, almost destruction, the end of the world multiple times, stupid fights between Sammy and I, she's watched Sammy walk away from me.

"Tonight we celebrate right?" I question again, driving towards the restaurant. She hummed grabbing my hand and squeezing it tightly. The steak restaurant we had chosen, was pretty full thankfully I had made a reservation. We were guided to our seats in the back of the place.

My eyes scanned the dimly lit building seeing old, and new couples eating dinner. "You okay Dean?" Y/n asked reaching across the clothed table. "Yeah, Yeah I'm fine," I said unconvincingly. "Dean, what's going on?" She continued to ask.

"Nothing, Y/n just watching," I said looking back down to the menu that was placed in front of us ten minutes ago. Dinner was amazing, I heard Y/n laugh, and even though I hear it every day. There's something about making her laugh that sends me into a reel of happiness. She had order drink after drink, cute like drinks with little umbrellas. The funky colors go up to her lips and disappear.

By the time we had paid and left the restaurant. Y/n had more than enough alcohol for both of us. "Here put her arm here, and we'll take baby steps," I said softly in her ear as we got out of the booth.

"You're always so nice to me Deanie." She said loudly, a few other patrons looking up at us as we passed. "Y/n, just wait till we're outside to talk yeah," I said walking closely with her to the front door.

My beers would never make me this drunk.

We stumble through the door, only because of Y/n's heel. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me down to meet her lips. "Deanie, please." She whispered against my lips. "Y/n let's go upstairs yeah," I said.

I picked her up her knees falling into my arms, trotting up the stairs. Her lips kiss my neck as I kick her bedroom door open. I lay her on the white comforter, and start to slip off her heels.

"Come back up here Deanie" She whines, jerking her foot away from my hand. "Dean, please!" Y/n soft voice pleads with me. "Will you stop jerking your foot, if I come up there?" I ask, slipping my black jacket off and throwing it over her chair.

"Yes, anything for you to come up here." She whines yet again. I turn and looked at Y/n. Her heels touching each other, and her breasts pressed against each other.

I walked over, and kiss her forehead. Her arms wrapping my shoulders and pulling me down closer to her. BY the next morning, Y/n had a bed head and was running around the house. "Shit I'm late." Combing through her hair.

I watched her from the comfort of her bed. Laughing at her frazzled moment, "Stop laughing at me, Dean! This isn't funny." She started to say through her own giggles.

I got up, throwing my boxers on and walking down stiars throwing a cup of coffee on for her before she left. When she met me downstairs, I had a travel coffee mug in my hands. Kissing her bye for the morning she left.

This was hopeful t was the start of a good life with her. The normal part of life, the early morning coffees, the date nights that either turned into fucking, or turned into fights. I want that with her.

I changed into jeans and a shirt I didn't bother getting dirty, grabbing Baby's keys. I raced down the main street to get to Lucas's garage. An older man, probably in his late sixties. "Hey, you must be Dean." He greeted me his southern charm wasn't blasting at me, but it was definitely there.

"Hey, you must be Lucas. My girlfriend said you have a space open for a new mechanic." I continued, and by the end of our conversation, I had a full-time job, a normal job.

Not the one that dad wanted me to have, but I'll never be able to give him his idea of what I needed. I know now what I needed, and that was to get out of this hunting shit. It's okay, but it becomes a part of who you are. It's become the only thing you can do daily, it consumes me.

And frankly, I hate that feeling.

I had my name sewed into a coveralls, The white balancing nicely with the contrast of blue coveralls. Lucas took me under his wing showing me a few things Bobby hadn't shown me when I was younger. I had ended up showing him, Baby. He did his rounds with her checking a few things here and there.

"I uh, U actually rebuilt her from the ground up. I got into a bad accident with a tracker trailer." I said starting up the conversation with Lucas as he looked under her hood. "Really how long it take you, son?" He asked.

I sighed and thought for a moment. "Took me probably a month, month and a half. She was torn the hell up." I said. "Well you did a great job the car must really mean something to you if you took that long," Lucas mentioned slamming her hood shut, and coming to stand next to me.

This was the new normal. The way life was gonna be now. Lucas I'd like to think had not only become a mentor, but also a good work friend. Y/n was more than happy now that I was starting to stay. I really fucked her up with leaving her, but nothing had come up as such as those types of topics.

She had a job now and came home every night in her diner uniform. Blue and white that matched nicely with her skin tone, and a wide smile. Tips stuffed into her pockets and spread across the table in the kitchen.

This is what sort of life a Winchester was supposed to lead? It didn't matter anymore, because this is what I wanted right?

Being a Winchester, meant I think that when you met someone like Y/n. You went full force for what you wanted. I just hope that being a Winchester doesn't affect my relationship after all she's my girlfriend right?

We Found Each Other Part 9

Completed on: 07/23/2021

Posted on: 07/26/2021

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My Tumblr Crushes:

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[cadiacore]

Hey everyone! Since it’s a new year, I decided to make another follow forever bc so many of you mean so much to me and I just really want to show you all that the content, the shitposts, the memes, and all of the chaos you all give on my dash, makes me smile. We may have never talked or we could be best friends but in my head, you all are my friends. I hope this new year brings each of you joy, love and happiness.

A-D

@accio @andyoucallmeupagain @annebethchase @anywherethesedays @beginagain @behindsthemall @betterthanrevenge @blcssomtree @bettyrightnow @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes @colorsinautumn @coveredinyou @cowboyslikeme @cursinggmyname @demidorks @deanjackles @deanwinchesters @daenerys-targaryen @dress @afterglowws @afturglow @bettyjamesinez

E-H

@engdame @et-lesailes @evermorefolklore @evermoores @folkmoretay @glorysandglore @golrush @goldrushmore @folklouvre @folkloredeluxe @folkloresbitch @falsegod @felicitysmoak @forchrisevans @howyougethegirl @hollandroos @holygraund @hazzy @hotforharrison @hollandharrison

I-L

@juliastiles @jurassicbarnes @jakeperalta @jakegyllenhaal-is-a-puppy @julieshimboos @kissyoulikealover @kelieah @lohver

[wanderingcas]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・

i reached 5k followers recently and some people have asked for one, so i thought: why not a follow forever?? as supernatural is ending, i want to celebrate all the amazing spn blogs i have been following over the years, and all the amazing friends i’ve made from this fandom. i love all of you, and i’m so grateful to have found this fandom that drastically changed my life. here’s the proclamation that i’ll be following you all for, well... forever. :’) 

no mention of mutuals or favorites because you are all my favorite

a-c 

☆ @angvlicmish ☆ @asexualcas ☆ @ahaviel-selah ☆ @alicethrutheburrows ☆ @aerlalaith ☆ @assbuttboyfriends ☆ @acklesloths ☆ @ackleholics ☆ @adorkabledean ☆ @anxstiel ☆ @angvlicmish ☆ @angvlicdean ☆ @amyoatmeal ☆ @archangeles​ ☆ @bunnymcbunnister ☆ @bennylafitte ☆ @billyrussosbutt ☆ @brazencas ☆ @babybluecas ☆ @becausecockles ☆ @beefcakemish ☆ @bend-me-shape-me ☆ @blissfulmish ☆ @bluefirecas ☆ @bowleggedbeauty ☆ @cascaps ☆ @castiels-tight-grip ☆ @casblackfeathers ☆ @cassammydean ☆ @casdeandaily ☆ @cas-lost-grace ☆ @casthewise ☆ @castielkrushnic ☆ @chubnubster ☆ @cloverhighfive ☆ @c-kaeru ☆ @cocklesdestielfiction ☆ @cottondean ☆@crusadedean ☆ @castielisourhero ☆ @castielrisingabove ☆ @casloveshisfreckles ☆ @castielsdisciple ☆ @cas-you-assbutt-dean-needs-you ☆ @cocklesheadboop ☆ @cath-avery ☆ @chevrolangels ☆ @casbakespie ☆ @caslikescoffeeandfreckles ☆ @casthegrumpy 

d-g

✦@dammitjensen ✦@deansmichael ✦@deanisthebeesknees ✦@dudewheresmypie ✦@demondeals ✦@dochollidayed ✦@dont-night-moves-me ✦@ddean ✦@destieldrabblesdaily ✦@destielonfire ✦@dkrushnic ✦@deanjackles ✦@deservetobesaved ✦@domesticadventures ✦@emblue-sparks ✦@fierydeans ✦@fallencastiel ✦@fangirlingtodeath513 ✦@fevercas ✦@flurryflair ✦@flyingcatstiel ✦@freckledean ✦@ghstfcers ✦@goldenboydean ✦@gracefuldean ✦@gomez-michelle ✦@gracefuldean ✦@galaxystiel 

h-k

★@hekate1308 ★@helianthus21 ★@hunterangelkisses ★@huntersbunker ★@holydean ★@hashtagteamfreewill ★@heliodean ★@huckleberrycas ★@ialwayscomewhenyoucall ★@iouii ★@iprayedtoyoueverynight ★@imthatpeculiarone ★@ilicastiel ★@idjit ★@itsfrickincas ★@inacatastrophicmind ★@its-funnier-in-klingon ★@jaredtpadaleckis ★@jargedcoffee ★@jensenackhles ★@jhoomwrites ★@jtmcas ★@jensenisafallenangel ★@johnlockshire ★@jenmishrob ★@jensenckles ★@j-wnchstr ★@jymiy-a ★@kitsunecastiel 

l-p

❃@ltleflrt ❃@letsgobethegoodguys ❃@lizleeships ❃@lovercas ❃@lunellumcas ❃@lullabyjensen ❃@malallory ❃@mishtho ❃@mishacollis ❃@misha-collins ❃@museaway ❃@navajolovesdestiel ❃@novaksangel ❃@ok-it-is-happening ❃@princesscas ❃@princessjimmynovak ❃@peanutbutterjelly-pie ❃@peanutbutterandgrapejelly ❃@pimentogirl ❃@profound-boning ❃@profoundinqq ❃@prettyboydean ❃@pluckydean ❃@pray4jensen ❃ @purgatory-jar ❃@preciousmish ❃ @procasdeanating 

q-t

☆ @randomdestielfangirl ☆ @radstiel ☆ @rauko-is-a-free-elf ☆ @relucant ☆ @righteousdean ☆ @rosewhipped22 ☆ @roaringnesnej ☆ @rogueangelshunter ☆ @santamadredidios  ☆ @saawek ☆ @seraphmisha ☆ @satintwinks ☆ @stardean ☆ @shannon-kind ☆ @sexuallyattractedtofanfiction ☆ @spncreatorsdaily ☆ @suliistya ☆ @snugglejensen ☆ @super-sootica ☆ @stardustcas ☆ @starsinursa ☆ @starsmish ☆ @starespressos ☆ @some-people-call-it-tragic ☆ @saltnhalo​☆ @suckerfordeansfreckles ☆ @supernatastic101 ☆ @thursdays-fallen-angel ☆ @trashchesters ☆ @trevelies ☆ @thursdaysangels ☆ @thursdays-fallen-angel ☆ @theirprofoundbond ☆ @thebloggerbloggerfun ☆ @trisscar368 ☆ @theriverscribe 

u-z

★ @ultravioletcas ★ @unfortunatecas ★ @usarechan ★ @winchester-ofthe-lord ★ @winchestersingerautorepair ★ @winchester-reload ★ @whelvenwings ★ @wigglebox ★ @winchcstr ★ @wayward-writes ★ @wearingmywings​ ★ @woefulcas ★ @wintergreen556 ★ @weathergirl83 ★ @yourfavoritedirector 

i gave up being alphabetical halfway through sorry everyone :)