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It looks like Amazon made good on their deal with Ackles and found him a series to lead. I was expecting him to get cast as a cop once more so I'm not surprised by the choice. Let's hope the series and his performance will bring a lot of success!
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Dean taking on the cw when he finds out Cas could have been balls deep in him instead of that rusty nail
#supernatural#destiel#misha collins#this is actually the plot of the spn revival#Jensen ackles diary#spn#spn season 16#castiel#dean winchester#deancas#spn revival#jensen ackles#spn crack#cr8#crossroads#crossroads 8#spn convention#spn con#spn cast#the cw
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It finally happened!
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I have no words 🔥 🥵
(📸 cookcamera on IG)
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
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Heroes Comic Con / JIBcon 2023
#Cockles#jenmisheel#cocklesedit#Jensen Ackles#Misha Collins#tuserpris#spncastedit#spnedit#*mara#spn#supernatural#danneel#jensen#misha#I'M NOT SAYING COCKLES BUT COCKLES#jibcon#heroes comic con#spn cast
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Tracker 2x02 | Ontological Shock
#sorry i heard him call his black chevrolet baby and i blacked out#tracker cbs#tracker 2x02#trackeredit#jensenedit#jensen ackles#cowboycoven2#russell shaw#colter shaw#spn cast#tvgifs#tvedit#jenna.gif
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Who misses these guys?
#spn#supernatural#the winchester brothers#dean winchester#sam winchester#castiel#spn cast#jensen ackles#jared padalecki
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It's the look of love. It's the way Misha looks at Jensen like he wanted to write how much he adores Jensen using his eyes.
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Whenever I’m sad or stressed I watch supernatural bloopers, my boys always make me smile 💕🥹
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When you read a really good fic but then after ur done reading it, realising that it was a part of a series so now your dying because now you’ve ruined it.
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I’m glad Jensen has a new role and a production to be involved with from the start. I just hope, as you have mentioned before, that he puts in the prep work required.
What prep would you suggest someone in his position to do before filming begins?
What a beautiful question!
Here's what he could do:
Doing research on the people involved and their respective brands
Getting a good sense of the show's target audience and brand
Doing script and character analysis along with character based research - this is crucial
Making bold choices for his character that allow Jensen to broaden and explore his range
Create chemistry with his costars by genuinely connecting and also by doing chemistry exercises
Get private or on set coaching to level up his acting game
Use NLP and alpha states to create and own the memories of the character
Find the emotional triggers and beats that apply to his character and build upon those (by bringing his uniqueness)
Prepping powerful "moment before" before filming a scene
Speak to the director, showrunner and writer to get a clear sense of their vision and his character
Explore new acting exercises to enrich his actor toolbox
Rehearse choices and change them up based on desired outcome
Clearly set his overall and scene objectives and use dynamic ways of achieving them
Create a musical playlist for his character (few actor do this but it's so helpful)
Emotional Diary - diving deep into the character's emotions and finding those emotions within himself and connecting that to the character's drive ( a powerful tool to use but it requires guts)
Big one to avoid cringe acting: Make physical choices such as mannerisms, voice intonation etc in an organic way based on his inner work - this will create real behavior as opposed to mimicked behavior ( an example of mimicked behavior is his fake dean voice, it comes off blatantly fake whereas he used to play dean in a natural way in early seasons)
Most importantly, SELF CARE, acting can be very taxing so meditation and acts of self care are crucial. They allow an actor to build up the energy required to channel different emotional states.
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Please don’t look at me like that you two
#misha collins#supernatural#spn#destiel#dean winchester#castiel#deancas#jensen ackles#spn crack#love happens#the cw#spn memes#supernatural memes#cr8#crossroads#crossroads 8#spn convention#spn con#spn cast
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Me too gurl, me too...🥺
#spn#supernatural#castiel#supernatural fandom#castiel supernatural#dean winchester#destiel#destiel meme#destiel my beloved#destiel meta#jensen ackles#misha collins#supernatural cast#cas spn#dean#castiel spn#castiel x dean#deancas#dean x castiel#cas deserved better#casdean#spn cast#cockles#jenmish#spn memes#spnfandom#destiel is cockles fault#destiel is real#destiel is canon#destiel is love
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His smile is everything 😍 🥰 🥹
Never fails to make me smile when I look at him smiling ☺️ 🫶🏻💚
#jensen ackles#dean winchester#jackles#jensen ross ackles#supernatural#spn cast#deanwinchtser#jensen ackles gifs#soldier boy#beau arlen#His smile is contagious#his smile 😍#his smile is so precious#his smile is everything
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#Cockles#cocklesedit#Misha Collins#Jensen Ackles#spncastedit#tuserpris#spn#*mara#supernatural#spnedit#spn cast#jensen#misha#I'M NOT SAYING COCKLES BUT COCKLES#spnsf#please forgive my terrible coloring
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𝓻oom 𝓯or 𝓶ore ??
pairing : dean winchester x female!reader warnings : food mentions, forced proximity, frenemies to lovers, crying, hurt / comfort, offhand comments, fluff, kiss wc : 3.3k a/n : hello supernatural fandom🙋♀️ i’m only on season two yet sorry if anything seems off, also taglist form here (i’ve finally added dean + sam)
the diner was loud, the clatter of plates and hum of conversation filling the space as dean leaned back in the booth, looking way too pleased with himself. he’d already finished his burger, one arm slung casually over the back of the seat while his other hand nursed a cup of coffee. sam, as usual, was glued to his laptop, scrolling through case notes like his life depended on it.
you stabbed a fry into a pool of ketchup on your plate, glancing between the two brothers. "so, what’s the deal with this case? anything concrete yet, or are we still chasing theories?"
sam didn’t look up, too focused on the screen. dean, on the other hand, smirked and tapped the edge of his mug. "chasing theories, sweetheart. that’s the fun part."
"yeah, nothing screams fun like getting blindsided by a vetala or a skinwalker because someone didn’t do their homework," you shot back, arching a brow.
dean grinned, the kind that always made you want to smack it right off his face. "don’t worry, i’ll save your ass. again."
"oh, please," you scoffed, shaking your head. "the only thing you save is your own ego."
sam finally chimed in, his voice calm as he flipped his laptop around to show the two of you a map. "four victims, all found in their homes, all with the same m.o. blood drained, no signs of forced entry. we’re looking at a vetala, but the pattern doesn’t quite fit. usually, they target travelers, not locals."
"so, what’s the plan?" you asked, leaning forward.
"we’ll hit the victims’ homes tomorrow," sam said, shutting the laptop. "for tonight, there’s a motel nearby. we can regroup there."
"works for me," dean said, already sliding out of the booth.
the drive to the motel was tense but quiet, aside from dean insisting on blasting some alice in chains track while you stared out the window, trying to ignore the knot of exhaustion twisting in your chest. by the time you pulled into the parking lot, all you wanted was a shower and some peace.
"i’ll grab the rooms," sam offered, heading toward the front desk.
dean stretched as he got out of the impala, giving you a sideways glance. "bet the rooms are gonna be just as glamorous as last time."
"as long as they’re clean, i don’t care," you muttered, slinging your bag over your shoulder.
a few minutes later, sam returned, holding two keys. his expression was almost apologetic as he handed one to dean.
"is there a problem?" you asked as you approached him.
sam glanced back at you, looking sheepish. "there are only two rooms left."
"that’s fine," dean said easily. "i’ll take one, and you two can share."
"not happening," you and sam said in unison.
dean held up his hands, grinning. "okay, okay, relax. i’ll bunk with sam."
"actually," sam said, cutting in, "i already grabbed a key. figured i’d get first pick since i’m the one doing all the work."
your jaw dropped. "are you kidding me?"
"sorry," sam said, though he didn’t sound sorry at all. "but hey, at least you’re stuck with dean and not some random stranger, right?"
you glared at him, but he just flashed you a smug grin and gave a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing into his room, a soft chuckle coming from his direction.
"great," you muttered.
dean jingled the remaining key in his hand, smirking. "c’mon, sweetheart, don’t look too excited. i don’t bite. unless you’re into that." he muttered, winking at you.
"don’t call me sweetheart," you muttered, snatching the key from him and stomping toward the room.
"aw, come on," dean said, following behind. "it’s not that bad. i’m great company."
you didn’t dignify that with a response, shoving the door open and flicking on the light. the room was standard cheap motel fare: scratchy carpet, ugly wallpaper, and one double bed smack in the middle.
"of course," you muttered under your breath.
"well," dean said, tossing his duffel onto the bed, "this’ll be cozy."
"you’re sleeping on the floor," you said flatly, dropping your bag onto the chair.
he scoffed, already kicking off his boots. "yeah, that’s not happening. bad for my back."
"your back?" you repeated, turning to glare at him. "what about my back?"
he grinned, flopping onto the bed like he owned it. "you’ll survive."
"you’re unbelievable," you muttered, running a hand through your hair.
"relax, sweetheart," he said, propping himself up on his elbows. "it’s just one night. unless you’re worried about me stealing the covers."
"i’m worried about strangling you in your sleep," you muttered, grabbing your toiletries and heading for the bathroom.
his laughter followed you, low and smug.
when you returned, showered and slightly less irritated, dean was still sprawled across the bed, flipping through channels on the ancient tv.
"move," you said, gesturing for him to scoot over.
he rolled onto his side, patting the spot next to him. "plenty of room, baby. don’t be shy."
you froze at the word, heat creeping up your neck. "don’t call me that."
"what? you don’t like pet names?" he asked, smirking.
"not from you," you snapped, climbing into bed as far from him as possible.
he chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "suit yourself, princess."
you turned your back to him, willing yourself to sleep. but after a few minutes of silence, dean spoke again, his tone lighter now.
"you know, for someone who acts so tough, you sure get wound up over the little things."
"what’s that supposed to mean?" you asked, not turning around.
"just saying," he said, and you could hear the grin in his voice. "you’re always trying so hard to prove something. it’s like you’re afraid if you’re not perfect, you’ll just... fade into the background or something."
the words hit harder than you expected, and you felt your chest tighten.
"wow," you said quietly, your voice colder now. "thanks for the psychoanalysis, dr. winchester."
"hey, i didn’t mean - " he started, his voice accompanied by a hint of amusement.
"forget it," you said, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself.
dean didn’t say anything else, and after a while, you heard the tv click off. but sleep didn’t come easily, the sting of his words lingering long after the room went dark.
the room was too quiet. the kind of quiet that made every little sound seem deafening: the creak of the mattress springs when dean shifted, the low hum of the heater kicking on, the rustle of the thin motel sheets.
you lay on your side, staring at the wall. the pillow beneath your head felt stiff and lumpy, but that wasn’t what was keeping you awake. it was his words - flippant, thoughtless, but sharp enough to slice through you like a blade.
"you’re always trying so hard to prove something... like you’re afraid if you’re not perfect, you’ll just fade into the background or something."
dean didn’t get it. he never did. it wasn’t just about proving something. it was about survival. you couldn’t afford to screw up - not in your line of work, not with the stakes so high. the constant pressure to be sharp, to be reliable, to be good enough - it wasn’t a choice. it was a necessity.
and then dean had to come along and throw it in your face like some stupid joke.
you rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling. the tears prickling at your eyes were unwelcome, hot and stubborn. you didn’t cry often - not over things like this. but tonight, with exhaustion weighing heavy on your shoulders and his words still echoing in your head, it was harder to hold back.
on the other side of the bed, dean was still awake. you could hear his steady breathing, the faint rustle of fabric as he adjusted his position.
"you asleep?" he muttered, voice low in the dark.
you didn’t answer.
"look, i didn’t mean anything by what i said earlier," he added after a moment, his tone uncharacteristically hesitant. "i was just messing around."
still, you said nothing.
he sighed, and you could picture him scrubbing a hand over his face in frustration. "fine. be mad. whatever."
you turned back onto your side, curling into yourself as quietly as you could. you just wanted him to stop talking, stop prying at the wound he’d opened.
a tear slipped free despite your best efforts, quickly followed by another. you pressed your face into the pillow, hoping the darkness would swallow your silent crying.
but then dean spoke again, and his words hit you like a brick.
"are you hugging the damn pillow?"
your breath hitched. you weren’t hugging the pillow exactly, but you had one arm curled around it for some semblance of comfort. you stiffened, waiting for him to make another joke.
and he did.
"what, you need a cuddle buddy?" his voice was teasing, laced with that stupid humor he always used to deflect.
"shut up, dean," you said, your voice cracking in a way that made you wince.
the laughter in his voice faded immediately. "wait... are you - "
"don’t," you snapped, your throat tight. "just don’t."
the room went dead silent. for a moment, you thought maybe he’d dropped it, that he’d roll over and go to sleep. but then the bed shifted, and you felt him sit up.
"hey," he said softly. "what’s going on?"
you shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak.
"come on, talk to me," he pressed, his voice gentle now. "did i say something? because if i did..." he trailed off, exhaling a long breath. "damn it. i’m sorry, okay? i’m an idiot. we both know that."
you let out a shaky breath, wiping at your face with the sleeve of your shirt. "it’s fine. just forget it."
"yeah, no," he said, moving closer. "you don’t get to say ‘it’s fine’ when you’re over there crying into the pillow."
"i’m not crying into the pillow," you muttered, your voice muffled.
"baby," he said, the word soft and warm and startlingly tender. "you can’t lie to me. i can hear it."
your breath hitched at the nickname. it wasn’t one he used often, and when he did, it wasn’t like this - low and soothing, like he was trying to piece you back together.
"just drop it," you said, curling tighter into yourself.
"not happening," he said firmly. you felt the bed dip as he leaned closer, his hand brushing your shoulder. "look at me."
"no."
"please," he said, his voice quieter now, almost pleading.
you hesitated before slowly rolling onto your back, your arms still wrapped protectively around yourself. his face was close, the dim light from the streetlamp outside casting soft shadows over his features.
"what did i say?" he asked, his brows furrowed in concern.
you bit your lip, the words sticking in your throat, tears rolling down your flushed cheeks. but the way he was looking at you - like he actually cared - made it harder to hold them back.
"you said..." you started, then stopped, your chest tightening. "you said i’m trying too hard. like... like i’m afraid i’m not good enough."
his face fell, and you saw the exact moment he realized how much his words had hurt. "oh, sweetheart," he murmured, his hand finding yours. "i didn’t mean that. i swear. i was just being a jackass, like always."
you shook your head, blinking back fresh tears. "it’s not just that, dean. it’s... everything. the way you always joke around, like nothing’s serious. like none of this matters. but it does. it matters to me."
he didn’t say anything for a moment, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in slow, soothing circles. "you’re right," he said finally. "it does matter. and i should’ve thought about that before running my mouth."
his honesty caught you off guard, and you glanced up at him, your defenses wavering.
"you’re good at what you do," he said, his voice steady. "better than good. you’re smart and tough and... and hell, i don’t even know how you put up with me half the time. but you do. and i..." he hesitated, his green eyes searching yours. "i don’t want you to think i don’t see that. or that i don’t appreciate you. because i do."
your breath caught, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was the faint hum of the heater.
"dean," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper.
he leaned closer, his hand moving to cup your cheek. "i mean it, baby," he said softly. "you mean a lot to me."
the words hung in the air, heavy with something unspoken. before you could second-guess yourself, you tilted your head slightly, and his lips brushed against yours - tentative, testing.
when he felt you kiss him back, his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. the kiss deepened, slow and unhurried, like he was trying to say everything he couldn’t put into words. his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. he was solid and warm, his body pressing into yours with an intensity that made your heart pound. his fingers traced the curve of your back, dipping under the hem of your shirt just enough to make your skin tingle.
you felt the roughness of his fingertips, the callouses from years of hunting and fighting. they were a stark contrast to the softness of his touch, a reminder of how layered he was - how carefully he’d built this facade that now felt like it was falling away. he moaned low into the kiss, the sound vibrating against your lips, and you responded with a shiver, your hands finding their way to the hard lines of his chest.
you couldn’t help but feel his breath hitch as you pressed your palms against him, as if the simple contact spoke volumes. his mouth moved against yours, claiming, exploring, every stroke of his tongue leaving a heat behind that was making it hard to think straight. his hands shifted, one moving up to cradle your face, his thumb sweeping over your cheek, the other slipping under the edge of your shirt again, skimming just above the curve of your hip.
he pulled you tighter, until you were pressed fully against him, the soft fabric of his shirt brushing your skin. you could feel the heat radiating off of him, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the way he seemed to anchor you to the moment, making sure you were there, right with him. it was dizzying, intoxicating, a heady mix of familiarity and newfound wonder that made you feel like you were on the edge of falling.
his mouth traveled to the corner of your jaw, down your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses that made your skin burn. you gasped, a soft, involuntary sound that sent a surge of pride through him, made him growl low in his throat as he pulled you back into another kiss. his hands moved, now tangled in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, making sure you felt every ounce of him, every single unspoken word he hadn’t said yet.
when you finally broke apart, his forehead rested against yours, his thumb still tracing gentle patterns along your jaw.
"you okay?" he almost cooed at you.
you nodded, your heart racing. "yeah. i think i am."
"good," he said, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "because i’m not going anywhere. not tonight. not ever."
you didn’t trust yourself to speak, so you just leaned into him, letting his warmth and steady presence chase away the lingering ache in your chest.
you woke to warmth. a heavy arm draped over your waist, the quiet rise and fall of his chest pressed against your back. for a moment, you didn’t move. you let yourself sink into the comfort of it - the weight of his arm, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the faint smell of his aftershave still clinging to the air.
then reality crept in, and your eyes blinked open. the events of the night before played on a loop in your mind: the fight, his apology, the kiss.
you turned slightly, just enough to see him. dean was still asleep, his face softer in the early morning light. his lips, which had been pressed to yours just hours ago, were parted slightly, and his hair was sticking up in a way that would’ve made you laugh if your heart wasn’t pounding so hard.
you were so caught up in watching him that you didn’t notice his eyes fluttering open until it was too late.
"morning," he said, his voice low and gruff with sleep.
"morning," you murmured, suddenly hyperaware of how close you were.
he didn’t move his arm, didn’t pull away. instead, he tightened it slightly, drawing you closer.
"you okay?" he asked, his tone soft but cautious, like he wasn’t sure where you stood after everything.
you nodded, your cheeks warming. "yeah. i’m okay."
his lips twitched into a small smile, the kind that always seemed to disarm you. "good."
for a while, neither of you said anything. the quiet was comfortable this time, filled with the unspoken understanding that something between you had shifted.
eventually, you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "so, uh... about last night."
his smile faded slightly, replaced by a more serious expression. "yeah. look, if you’re having second thoughts, or if - "
"i’m not," you said quickly, cutting him off.
his brow furrowed. "you’re not?"
you shook your head, your fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of the sheet. "no. i’m not."
relief washed over his features, and he let out a breath you didn’t realize he’d been holding. "good. because, uh... i meant what i said. all of it."
"even the part where you called me baby?" you teased, a small smile tugging at your lips.
he chuckled, the sound low and warm. "especially that part."
you couldn’t help but laugh softly, the tension in your chest easing. "you’re such a sap."
"yeah, well, don’t get used to it," he said, but the teasing edge in his voice didn’t quite mask the affection in his eyes.
before you could respond, there was a knock at the door.
"you two decent?" sam’s voice called from the other side.
you froze, your eyes widening as you looked at dean. he just smirked, clearly amused by your panic.
"yeah, come on in," he called back, his tone casual.
"dean!" you hissed, scrambling to sit up and tugging the blanket higher over yourself, even though you were fully dressed.
the door opened, and sam stepped in, his eyes immediately darting between the two of you. his brows raised slightly, but he didn’t say anything.
"breakfast?" he offered, holding up a brown paper bag.
"thanks, sammy," dean said, sitting up and stretching like he hadn’t just been caught in bed with you.
sam set the bag on the table, his expression carefully neutral. "we should hit the road soon. got another lead a few towns over."
"got it," dean said, already reaching for the bag.
as sam left, you turned to dean, your eyes narrowing. "you’re impossible, you know that?"
"what? it’s not like we were doing anything wrong," he said, unbothered.
you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips. "you’re lucky i like you."
"damn right i am," he said, leaning over to press a quick kiss to your temple.
and just like that, the tension was gone, replaced by the easy banter that had always defined your relationship - only now, there was something softer beneath it. something real.
as you packed up and got ready to leave, you couldn’t help but feel a quiet sense of hope. the road ahead was uncertain, as it always was, but for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel like you were facing it alone.
you glanced at dean as he loaded the bags into the impala, the sunlight catching in his hair. he looked over his shoulder, catching you watching him, and smirked.
"you coming, baby?"
you rolled your eyes, but your smile didn’t fade. "yeah, i’m coming."
and as you slid into the passenger seat, the familiar rumble of his impala’s engine beneath you, you couldn’t help but think that maybe - just maybe - this was the start of something good.
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