#deano game

[blairsanne]

Spot the Difference

A little game for Deano Bingo 2024! Spot the 5 differences! ♥

[silvermoon-scrolls]

ID that dimple!

For the prompt "Dimples" for @deanobingo, let's see how good all the Deano simps are at identifying the man. 😁

Don't be shy, share your guesses (or absolute certainties) in reblogs or comments or however you like - and I'll reveal the correct characters towards the end of the Bingo event.

Have fun and good luck!

Edit: the reveal

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Some of these I have not seen so there will be a few guesses. But I think I did pretty well for myself, especially with remembering actor names which I'm usually very bad at.

Penny. After the Party. Robin Malcolm

Don’t know. I’m guessing McLeod’s Daughters.

Ed. Hillary. Don’t know the actor’s name.

Jason. Young Hercules. Chris Conrad.

Ty. The Almighty Johnsons. Jared Turner.

Kili. The Hobbit. Aidan Turner.

(Why have I never taken note that they share a last name before?)

Suzie. Pork Pie. I forgot her name.. and I looked it up just a week ago. 😅

Never seen this. Guessing Snakeskin.

Daisy and Louis. Under the Vines. Rebecca Gibney and Charles Edwards.

Chelsea (was about to type Bridget xD). Wanted. Don’t remember her name. I think it was something more unusual.

Thank you for a fun time!

#DeanoBingo2024 For this set of photos, identify the screen partner (character name) and program. Bonus for actor names!

[luredd]

Mocharia! <3

[joleneghoul]

new vegas needs an update where i can feed and pet the bighorners at jacobstown/around mount charleston bc i always just look at them for awhile while im there and wish i could. i have animal friend perk so they like me

[kruxband]

🌈 + deano if youd like?

ty for sending an ask!!!!

deano is a masc-presenting transfem bigender and uses he/she pronouns. he prefers masc terms but she's okay with fem terms from me and other ppl shes close with

she realized her gender when he was in her teens, and she was able to tell his mentor, maximo del mare, about it :] and she isnt really bothered from having a traditionally masculine job

shes demiromantic and bisexual but he didnt realize that before meeting my s/i. before that she thought that he was just "picky" with romantic partners. he also didnt realize that he was attracted to men cuz she rarely feels attraction anyways

[wymgreenteam]

going dark see you in october

[girlfriendline]

t-10 hours until My Worst Nightmare

[pearlzier]

hiii! i hope you’re having a good day/night ^_^ i was wondering if you could wirte either sam or dean winchester with a bimbo reader!! smut or fluff i dunno ahhh TY!!

☆ ┆.ᐟ ᰍ ︵ this took me so long m'so sorry ml !! ۫ .

☆ warning ; tad bit suggestive i mean. it's dean ,,

“pass me the fuckin’ uh..” dean ran his hand through his hair, crouched beside baby. it was a one in a million day where dean had no shit to do, so he found himself doing checks on baby even if she was in perfect shape. doesn't mean he can't check in on his girl, whilst his girl is sat on the precariously stored chair. yeah, he'd told you if you fell he'd absolutely laugh at you however he knew full well that he'd literally perform an act of magic on you to keep you safe.

“uh, screw driver?” you bat your lashes at him, legs rocking as you typed on your phone, snorting out a laugh at the emoticon that charlie had sent you. of course, you liked to help dean out. but the weather was so good, and the sun was good for your skin, or so that forum that you read at the library when you went with sam said. also, you and charlie had a lot of gossip to catch up on, so.. you weren't on your game as much as you usually were.

a soft laugh slips past dean's lips as he shakes his head, looking back at the toolbox in your lap. you watch as he gets up, his hands a little stained with car oil, which in fact, does not suit the white colour of your babydoll top, clinging to the curve of your chest. which dean took much pleasure in, but besides—so you squirm back a little when he comes closer, “dean, you cannot touch me with your hands like that, i love you, but no—”

“relax, sweetheart, just tryna get a wrench,” dean teases, “can't a guy get a wrench? jeez,” he raises his hands teasingly before he carefully grabs a wrench from the tool box. not before swiping his thumb over your nose which causes you to squeal, and he quickly makes his way back to baby before you can retaliate.

“dean!” you gasp, rummaging for your pocket mirror in the pockets of your baby pink hoodie, finding it and soon looking at yourself in the mirror. a little smudge of darkness glistens on your nose and the pout you give dean makes him cackle a little.

“c'mon, it adds character, don't you think?” he does a little tinkering under the car, to which you have absolutely no clue what he's doing. did you want to know? no, not really. you wanted to know why you had oil on your nose! you knew why, but why dean did it was a mystery, and you huffed.

“you'll know what character is when i'm done with you,” you mumble back sassily, giggling when you see the surprise fill dean's gaze. so, he rises from where he is, and saunters his way back over, having used a rag to wipe down his hands so you wouldn't throw a little hissy fit.

“is that right, hm?” his green eyes lift to yours, and leaning against the chair, he bites his bottom lip. hell, he likes when you get fiesty with him. “gonna show me character?” his low, gravelly voice cooed softly as his hands brushed over your sides.

this knocked you down a few pegs, because to be fair, if your bombshell of a boyfriend is speaking like that and holding you like this, well, who isn't gonna get a little flustered. “uh—yeah, character.” you do notice how his eyes flit down to your cleavage for a vague moment, and you speak up, a little uncharacteristically but in a way dean adores—“eyes are up here, deano.”

a groan slips past his pink lips, and you soon find his green, piercing eyes hooded and looking up at you. “tease,” he mutters under his breath, and a flush dusts his skin that he never expected to happen. “think i know where your eyes are, doll, just enjoying..” he traced a finger over the lace containing the spill of your tits, “the view. know you're enjoyin’ mine.”

you thought he wouldn't notice! you'd been staring at him for a while now, considering the fact he'd blessed you with the sight of not only his arms in a tank but sweats? your man was a slut, you couldn't even deny it. “dean, stoppp,” you mumble, getting a little heated as he brushes his fingers over you. “shut up.”

he pouts playfully, pressing his forehead gently against yours. lifting his thumb to your glossy lips, he pulls it gently before letting it go, a giggle slipping past his lips. “now you're being mean, pretty baby,” his hands slide down from your chest to your thighs, squeezing them gently. “mean to your ol’ dean?”

you push at his chest playfully, tapping your acrylics against his chest with a little laugh. this causes dean to dig his fingers into the meat of your thigh a little and pull you against him. “you were bein’ mean to me first, dean!” his brows raise, “you know exactly how. oil? nose? coulda’ gotten it on my top!”

he rolled his eyes at your behaviour, it's not like that top was expensive anyway. you two got it when dean had literally stolen 20 dollars from a wallet he found on the floor this one time. but that's besides the point. “can always get you a new one,” he shrugs his shoulders, flashing the signature winchester smirk. “kinda always been itchin’ to rip this one anyway. doesn't do that body justice.”

“dean,” you two were literally outside the motel, you couldn't do anything like dean was absolutely suggesting. and judging from the way his hand was sliding up under your skirt to cup your ass, well, he was suggesting a lot. he gives a gentle squeeze, growling softly before he lifted you up off of the chair, causing you to squeal. “dean!”

he swung you over so you'd sit on the hood of the impala, watching as your little skirt hiked up. a grin played on his lips and he sighed softly. “how'd i get so lucky, huh?” dean lifted ring clad fingers to brush the side of your face. “grumpy hunter like me.”

“fine ass hunter like yourself,” your retort was instant.

“i didn't say it, you did, so it ain't braggin’,” dean wiggled his eyebrows instantly, drawing you impossibly closer as his hands groped at your thighs gently. he was clearly a big fan of your body.

“dean, there are people walking past,” you nudge him, not before placing a glossy kiss to his cheek. he shrugs, glancing over at a passing woman and her boyfriend on the street. in usual dean fashion, he gives your ass a pat and winks at the couple, not that you realise.

“well, maybe, they wanna piece of this fine ass,” he squeezed, looking up at you through his lashes. “they'd have to go through me, first though,” literally before you can even realise it, you've been hiked up over his shoulder with your ass practically out.

“dean, my skirt!” dean acts oblivious, but slides a hand over you to keep the view at bay, a laugh slipping past his lips. “relax, sweetheart, i got you,” does this calm your nerves? no, not really, but, you relax into his grasp.

“you're the worst,” as you shake your head, your earrings shimmer under the dim lights of the motel as you make your way in. dean's practically a deer in headlights looking at you before he focuses again, and taps the doorframe of where sam's in.

“keep an eye on baby, alright? got some uh, things to be doin’, sammy,” it's like sam didn't even have to ask as he saw dean give you a playful swat on the ass, herding you to the bedroom. 

“yeah, sure, whatever,” sam was ninety-five percent sure he might have to go do his research in the impala because knowing you two? you were loud.

tags ┆.ᐟ ᰍ ︵ @onlynextdoor ۫ .

☆ 𝜗𝜚 ( your honor, i loveeee himmmmmmmmm.... lmk if u wanna be tagged in spn works lolz

[ferrersbiggestfan]

Requested by: @reader1402

Dean Winchester x fem!reader

An: Thank you so much for requesting and following! I am so happy because you decided to give me a chance without me even posting yet! so thank you so much and i hope you enjoy :-) (For some effects, Dean is going to be 28 and the reader is gonna be 23, so pretty much Sam’s age)

Summary: You get jealous of Dean, he says some hurtful things but later on regrets it.

Warnings: A little angsty, some light fluff somewhere, annoyed reader

Word Count: Tbh? I lost count 😅 sorry!

Requests are Open!!

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One week earlier…

“Listen Dean, come on. I’m tired of having to fight in your shadow all the time.. Dear mother of Crowley! Bobby trained me, I have taken you AND Sam on and I’ve won. I got this. Its a simple salt and burn.” You say in hopes of softening this goddamn stubborn Winchester.

“Listen kid, I said no. That’s final.” He says firmly grabbing a slice of pie from the fridge. You scoff angrily strutting to your room. The bunker may be a little bit cold for a house but its home. You, Sam, Dean, all managed to actually make it cozy enough to be comfortable.

“SAAAAM, Deano is being an ass, per usual! and I’m not a kid! I’m only 5 years younger than you, Jerk!”. You scream at Dean slamming your door.

One week later..

That small but agitated fight was the start of a series. Everytime you bump into him its a goddamn fight and he won’t lose; you won’t either though so the fight continues.

“come on Dean, maybe she just feels a little left out, that’s all.” Sam says to Dean as he drives back to the bunker. Both of them in the Impala, just after a simple salt and burn in Wisconsin.

“She’s not ready yet, I’m not willing to let her or anyone else get hurt, much less for a hunt that we can do ourselves, Sammy. I can’t loser her too” Dean sighs as Sam looks at him knowing why he was being so hard on you. After a little bit they get to the bunker opening the door which was sealed and concealed with at least 20 sigils of protection.

They walk in as you greet them shyly. “Hey Dean.. so i found a case. It sounds like a ghost so I’d say its pretty easy and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me or of you’re not up for it I could go! You guys must be tired so i can get this one.” you say hopeful, wishing he would agree or even let you assist on the case.

The reason you won’t go alone is simply because you have no car, no fake id and minimal experience even though Bobby trained you, you were still pretty new to the game.

The next few events escalated pretty quickly.. Sam sits down groaning in annoyance. These type of fights were nothing short of new but he knew nor you or Dean would soon actually say or talk about the thing that its really important. You both might fight but he knows Dean would probably even hurt him if something happened to you. He was simply too protective but only because he’s in love with you, and you love him. Sammy has heard quite a few late night thoughts both from his brother and best friend but you and Dean are just too stubborn to admit anything to eachother.

“You are such an asshole Dean, seriously! I never get to do anything! you treat me like I’m some kind of kid all the goddamn time.” you scream pretty much exploding on him like never before.

“Acting this way won’t get you anywhere, KID.” He remarks his last words knowing it will only infuriate you more. You get all up on him even though he was much taller than you.

“First, I’m not a kid, Jerk. Second, I’m 23 goddam years old, i can do whatever i want.” You stomp your feet a little bit as he leans closer looking down at you a little bit intimidatingly. You look up at him as your mouth gapes a little in shock.

This was new for him. You blush a little bit but not backing down whatsoever.

“Go on.” He mutters at you as you shake your crazy thoughts. “I’m jealous Dean.. I want to do everything you and Sam do.. i mean you’re literal heroes. I want to be apart of this team and i know i will be a good asset.. please.” You say in a low tone looking at him, and vice versa.

“That’s nonsense Y/N, stop being stubborn and just do whatever you are meant to do which is stay here!”. he says quite harshly and loud as you gasp softly. “Dean!” Sam says shocked at his brothers words.

Your eyes water as you storm out of the room and going to yours and Sam follows you. A few minutes later you hear someone by the door. You sob quietly trying to be heard or scolded by Dean any more than he already does. Sam knocks on your door.

“Y/N? Can i come in?”. He says softly as you nod a little bit hugging your knees in bed.

He sits down besides you and sighs. “Listen, Dean means well, he just has a hard time expressing it.”

“I’m tired, Sammy.. all he does is put me down all the time..I love him Sammy and it hurts.. i just want to be like him and he won’t even give me a chance���. You mutter softly as he hugs you. “It’s gonna be okay.. I’m here”. He kisses your forehead as you nod gently hugging him back.

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Dean was in the garage cleaning his guns, Sammy walks in as Dean looks up. “How is she?”

“Shaken up.” He says coldly as Dean scoffs. “You going to be mad too? what am I? the bad guy here? Come on, Sammy.”

“Come on what, Dean? You do this everytime she gets the courage to talk to you! I wouldn’t even be surprised if she left right now. She wants to be you Dean, she just wants your approval.” Sam sighs putting his hands in his front pant pockets.

“Not gonna happen.” Dean says cold as Sam scoffs and leaves.

Dean’s Pov:

Its been hours since the fight and its quiet. After Sammy came by I just went on about my day like usual but she hasn’t spoken to me all day..

Was I really that bad?

I stop by her bedroom’s door but regret it quite quickly and head to the kitchen to make some food.

Man, i must be the biggest Son of a Bitch of All. Why am I so scared of seeing her hurt? I’ve loved my share of woman but why is she so different? Why is it different? She’s annoying, a kid and.. she’s..perfect in every goddamn way. She bakes me pies everytime I get out of a bad hunt. She trains everyday but always waits for me to join. Hell, she even stays with me after a nightmare.

I love her and i treat her like hell everytime.. but its all to keep her safe, i would rather her hate me than something happens to her.

…

Dean heads to the room holding some flowers, he was kinda nervous since he knew he fucked up but he couldn’t take it anymore. It’s been 8 hours, 23 minutes and 27 seconds since you last spoke to him or even looked at him. It was killing him.

“Sweetheart? You in there? Can we talk?” He knocks softly on your door as you mumble a quiet come in. He walks in seeing you read on your bed. He walks to you and puts the flowers down.

“What do you want, Dean? I’m not really in the mood for your stupid remarks”. You spite out as he chuckles a bit at your reaction.

You frown. “You think this is a joke, don’t you? You always do this..” You scoff and stand up but he holds your wrist.

“Let me go Dean, i mean it”. You look at him as he stands up looking down at you.

“Can you just let me go I have to be somewhere around at-“. You were quickly cut off by his lips. He kisses you gently but passionately. You kiss back as the shock wears off and he holds your cheek gently. You both pull apart for a little bit as he smiles.

“I’m sorry for being a Dick.. I never meant to hurt your feelings. I don’t want to see you hurt even though I know you can probably kick my ass if you wanted to. The truth is.. I love you too much, i can’t.. I can’t lose you too Y/N”. He looks into your eyes as you gasp a little bit not expecting that at all. You quickly smile and kiss him again excitedly as he falls back into your bed.

“I love you too Jerk, I can’t believe it took you this long to figure it out. oh, and you’re forgiven but only if i get to drive Baby for the next three cases”. You say serious as he sighs and nods. “Its only fair, sweetheart”. He smiles and kisses you again.

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That is the END, my Loves! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed my first imagine and I hope I did justice to your request.

[blairsanne]

Whose Chest is that Anyway?

Can you name all the Dean O'Gorman characters from their chests? I posted the first round of "Whose Shirt is that Anyway" and someone commented that they could identify them without their shirts. 🤣

I will post the answers as a reblog later in the month. :)

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And here they are, the secret identities behind the dimples!

Thank you for playing @ourse-solitaire @laurfilijames @blairsanne @feeweeeee! I had a lot of fun seeing you all second guess yourselves. Even when you all did good!

I think no one is all that surprised when I tell you that @laurfilijames is the simpiest of us all who managed to correctly ID 8/10 dimples! 🥳

The only dimples that failed to get correctly identified by anyone were my two naughty curveballs of a second Anders, and Griffin with a fake mustache. I’m so evil  I never said I was gonna play fair!😈😄

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[silvermoon-scrolls]

They all have switched bodies with a deer? No, right - that's just Iolaus.

...

I'm stomped. I've been staring at this for 15 minutes and I have no idea what it could be that they all have in common!

What do these eight DeanO characters have in common?

[kittenofdoomage]

Giving In (Now On Ao3)

Summary: You’ve been in love with him for twenty years, but he’s never shown an inkling of returning those feelings, and you’re done with watching him leave. So when he shows up again, with promises that this time it will be different, are you willing to accept his changed self?

Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x female!reader

Word Count: 4775

Warnings: angst, feelings, death/loss of family, oral sex, seriously filthy smut, 69ing, some fluff, then some more angst

Preview:

"You told me I couldn’t be what you wanted,” he continued, holding your gaze. “But I know…"

You scowled, cutting him off with enough vitriol in your voice to kill if it were possible. "You know what?"

The smirk dropped away. "I know I’m the only thing you ever wanted."

You made a noise like a buzzer in a gameshow, moving to shut the door. "Wrong again, Deano. I’m not playing this game. Go find some other girl to toy with."

Dean jammed his foot in the doorway, preventing you from shutting it. "But they’re nothing like you, sweetheart."  

Your angry gaze settled on him as he stared at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. 

"The old me was a fool. Always running away from you, thinking he wasn’t good enough, thinking he’d get you hurt. But me?" The smirk returned and he opened his arms, gesturing to himself. "I wanna be exactly what you want this time, Y/N. No more running."

You stared, unsure what to do or say once more, his green eyes, so different but still the same, still lingering on your body like a man starved… "Dean, I can’t do this again. I can’t...I just…"

He moved forward then, kicking the door to one side as he pressed up against you, his large hands cradling your face as he bumped his nose against yours. You could feel the tears in your eyes, threatening to fall, every ounce of matured teenage emotion rushing back to the surface as you inhaled the sweet smell of him. He still smelled the same, like whiskey, gunpowder and engine oil, and you’d missed him so much.

"Y/N, I was scared. I’m not any more." His lips were so close, almost brushing against yours. "Let me in, baby."

Read the whole story now on Ao3 😉

[joleneghoul]

Dead money is my fav fallout new vegas dlc sorry- even if deano (the courier) blew up 50 times in the process of showing my friends the story and ate 200 edible items at once to steal 1 gold bar and vision went blue for some reason while my friends screamed at me for not picking up sugarbombs

[kruxband]

ive been thinking about her a lot more recently,,,,

i think its super cute how he has a subtle space sub-theme

its most obvious with her halloween costume since he dresses up as an astronaut (definitely a reference to how the word "astronaut" means "star sailor")

but also in the games, he orders blue moon & moon mist ice cream, and he also orders things with blue moon syrup and cosmic coconut

also one of her favorite holidays is comet con!!

youve heard of sun x moon, but me & deano are moon x stars!!!!