#jensen akles

[kaylee7]

[whenlifegivesyoulemons124]

[arcanespillo]

DeVour

2005 Directed by David Winkler

[tylerwunch]

haven’t been doing enough art lately .. quick sketch

[thesunwillshineonusagain757]

Once again we are here 2013…

[ateenagegirlwithtoomuchtime]

I can fix him 🖤

Dean Winchester in Supernatural 🫶

[what-about-this-is-real]

[wizardofsoup]

The world has been waitin for this crossover

[kaylee7]

[walkergirlsposts]

Hello, respectfully, why do you care what Misha or his fans say? If he hangs out with the Akles or messages with them, or whatever else he comes up with, is it because you're a Jensen fan too? I don't like him and Misha, so I don't care about him and Misha.

Happy Sunday!

It's called gossip. And being allowed to share opinions on other actors who are in the public eye. One doesn't need to justify it.

Happy Sunday!!!

[arcanespillo]

“Gone”

Smallville S4E02

[thethingsihavetosay19]

Do you know why domestic destiel is such a precious thing? Why there is so much fanfic, fanart and overall love for them just being at home, making coffee or watching movies?

Because that’s the one thing they never had. It’s the one they they died without having. They saved the world, saved each other, shared trauma and adventure but all of the small happy moments happened off camera or didn’t happen at all! We see Sam, Dean and Cas waste their life’s trying to save the world on a daily basis but they bearly get to enjoy the world they saved.

I mean, Sam does. He gets to live in the world he helped create. But Dean? His story arc is basically “my job here is done. Time to die”. And that just makes everything so absolutely pointless.

So yeah. Bless you domestic destiel fanfic writers

[noradaydreams]

For the 3rd time...😂

[hs-gmac]

[darthslaydr]

Touch my girl ever again, I will rain down hellfire

TRIGGER WARNING-------------------------

Summary- Y/n get’s drunk and some guys thinks its okay to touch her. Little did they know, she was y/n fucking y/l/n and her boyfriend was Dean fucking Winchester, the in real life, Mr. J and Quinn.

Pairing- Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings- TRIGGER WARNING. Violence, angst, fluff, s*xu*l ass*ault, Alcohol. I also wanna add that I normalised some things, like crooked noses (y’all are beautiful) y/n beating guys up and Dean beating guys up.

Word count- 1030

MASTERLIST

Another day, another bourbon. That was your life. Living with the Winchesters is great but sharing anything with them is not what we do. Since you were young, you have only relied on yourself for everything, but today was different. You couldn’t save him, you couldn’t save the little boy’s life. You promised yourself you could and you disappointed everyone. The bourbon was your punishment, you hated drinking, it made you feel out of control but sometimes that is all you want, or should you say need.

The first thing you remember is, you enter the bar in your usual clothes, a tank top and shorts. Everyone eyed you up and down, you were gorgeous and everyone knew that. Your nose was crooked but that was the beauty that everyone strived for, your eyes were tiny but everyone could see the entire universe. It was 10 p.m and you ordered your usual. Your thoughts occupied the next two hours, to the point you don’t even remember how much you drank but you knew it was a lot because you had a high tolerance, more than the boys. You could feel yourself getting tipsy after what you thought was the eighth shot. You could feel your phone vibrating beside you, as the minutes passed multiple missed calls appeared all of the different names; Dean, Sam, Cas. The truth was you were too numb to even pick it up, the only thing you could pick up was the chilled glass.

At the bunker-

“Where the hell is she?” Dean screamed at Sam and Cas in the bunker

“How the hell do I know? All I know she is okay, she is y/n after all” said Sam

“I know, but it is 3 a.m., she is usually back by this time,” Dean said with a lower voice

Sam could see the fiery concern in his eyes mixed with the love he had for y/n. The truth was, Dean needed her more than she did, but you know what they say about love, love is a bitch.

Dean gets up and starts walking and pacing around the room, like any second he will see her and his heartbeat will be steady.

To his demise, you weren’t there

At the bar-

You gazed over your phone after the 12th missed call, it was 3 a.m., shit. You stood up and you lost your control instantly. You could not drive like this, you were more responsible than that. You finally called back Dean, but before you could say anything, someone’s unwelcomed arms got ahold of your waist with your instinct, you turned around and pushed the guy.

“Woah, Woah baby girl. I am just tryna help you” he smirked while looking at your legs

“Suck my dick. Leave me alone. I got it” You said passing him.

At the bunker-

Dean’s phone vibrated, it was y/n. He could breathe again,

“Where are you?” he said, but all he could hear was you grunting and a guy calling you baby girl.

Dean’s heart dropped, his hand shivering. He picked up the car keys and walked to his car and drove the baby so recklessly. He was ready to crash baby, the anger that filled his veins was terrifying.

At the bar-

Another guy grabbed your wrist. That’s it, you lost it, all the grief all the rage came out and you twisted his arm right back and pinned him against the wall. 

See the thing is you were strong, strong enough to stand up for yourself but maybe not that in control when you are drunk. That other guy came and grabbed you by your hair, jerking you to leave his friend’s throat. He punched you and you punched, kicked and slapped him back. Suddenly, the sound of glass shattering on your head echoed. That bitch.

You lost balance, everything started becoming blurry. Punches and bottles smashing against your head will do that to a girl. As you started falling back, a set of familiar hands got ahold of you and you felt safe. You looked up to see the love of your life, Dean. 

You could see the anger plastered across his face, but his beating chest screamed worry. He helped you stand straight and caressed your face and you passed a smile.

“So, which one of you dicks first,” said Dean while looking at his knuckles

Both of them chuckled and one of them charged at Dean. You laugh, fighting against Dean? Stupid. Dean punched the guy before he could even reach him. Suddenly he was on the floor, and Dean was hovering over him, punching him constantly.

“You ever touch my girl ever again, I will rain down hellfire on you”

You could see the fear in both of their eyes, but Dean could not see that. Dean kept beating him because all he could see is, their hands touching you, touching his girl. That drove him crazy. You ran towards Dean when you couldn’t see the guy moving, the other guy was long gone. You pulled him back, Dean would’ve punched you too, but he knew how your hands felt against his body and suddenly he calmed. You both walk out of the bar, his arms around your shoulder. He sets you down on the seat and knelt in front of you. He saw the blood dripping from your head and the bruise on your cheek. He got up clenching his fist but you pulled him down, you held his face and kissed him, it’s the kiss that calms you down but strong enough to start an apocalypse. 

“I love you” you whispered

“ I love you” he replied

Dean removed your hair from your face and he saw the beauty in you again. You were as beautiful as the moon. He started checking your face for other bruises before his hands landed on yours, to find equally bruised knuckles as him.

Dean lets out a chuckle, “Ahahahah, That’s my girl, and sits beside you in the impala, in the short space you sat and gazed at the stars, but Dean gazed at you.

[4amofmd]

Hi,

Big fan,

My question is for Jensen. What do you think that Dean thought about the relationship between Adam, the first Man, and Serifina in the episode right before Cas died?