#john wincheser

[jdmorganz]

@giftober 2024 | DAY 25: Devilish ➛ Supernatural : S01E22 - Devil's Trap

[mattzerella-sticks]

Mary in front of a blue car.

John in front of a green storefront.

Could I be any more obvious...

[castielsparkle]

dean wincheser shoudlve killed john winchester whith hammers. i can tell you that much

[simply-wins-little-sis]

Booze and Bros

Request:Hey!! I love your writing so much, and I was wondering if you could write something where the brothers have to punish their little sister for going behind their backs and drinking or something like that? If not that's totally cool :)

Warnings: Underage Drinking and romance. MaYbE AnGsT

Pairings: Dean and Sam x little sister, you and a partner my homie

Tags: (Tags are open BTW!! 😊) @winchesters-favorite-girl @percussiongirl2017  @the-third-winchester-warrior  @hellhoundlover @emmazach ​@sisterwinchesterwriter  @fandom-queen-of-wonderland @staticweekes @hi-my-name-is-riley @a-paranoid-bastard @because-you-never-know-when​ @enchantingempathhumanoidturtle

Your palm hit the counter as you giggled, feeling your lover’s hands travel up your sides. Your hair whipped over to the other side of your face where a strand stuck to your lips. Gently the youngster moved it out from its newfound hiding spot, raising the glass there instead. You took another drink, trying not to chuckle while the cool liquid slid over your tongue and down your throat.

Being of Winchester decent meant being able to kick back booze like it was water. You had downed numerous glasses of different concoctions that night while your counterpart promised to be the designated driver.

Your eyes moved rapidly over your teenage love. “Can we go to the back room?” you giggled.

“No, we cannot, you are too tipsy for shenanigans tonight,” your partner responded.

“But I wanna take this off,” you complained pulling at your shirt, hidden under your leather jacket.

The old hunters bar was in full swing. Hustlers of all kind trying their luck at pool. Whiskey and rum was slung back by the second while cheap merlot was poured into pop bottles for the younger hunters- the fresh meat of the things that go bump in the night.

“Now Y/N let’s not do that here,” your love pulled your hem back down, “We need to get you home.” They began to move you from the chair, but you protested.

“No, I wanna stay here,” but they had you up and moving towards the door. But, just as you were both about to head out of the door when it burst open in front of you two.

“Get your hands off my sister!” your older brother Dean shouted towards your partner as he shoved them against the wall.

You swayed as Sam gripped your shoulders, “Are you all right Y/N? Are you hurt?” the concern evident in his voice.

You giggled and grabbed his bicep, “My brother is so strong!” Sam rolled his eyes but steadied you.

Meanwhile Dean had your companion thrown against the wall, “Who the hell do you think you are trying to feel up my sister when she’s drunk, huh? What kind of person does that sort of thing.? Makes you worse than the things we hunt-” but he was shortly interrupted by your stammering.

“Sammy can Y/P/N come with us? It was his idea to- Oh Dean, Dean are you hugging Y/P/N? I wanna cuddle him next,” you stumbled over to Dean and crawled in between them.

“I was just gonna take her home, sir,” your love stammered.

You nodded, “Can they stay over though? Please Deanie I wanna cuddle!” you giggled again, pushing yourself into your partners arms.

“Uh, sweetheart its probably better if we get you home,” Sam interrupted. Dean pushed himself off the wall and exited the hole-in-the-wall.

“Thanks for looking out for her,” Sam tried to ease the conversation.

“Yeah, uh, no problem,” your partner said as Sam guided you through the door.

“BYE Y/P/N!” you blew kisses towards the startled teen.

Once inside the impala you were fast asleep. Your lids did not flutter as Dean carried you inside and laid you on your bed.

Dawn came earlier than you had hoped, and the peaceful bird chirping was interrupted by a clanging of a pot and a pan. You tumbled out of bed and slowly made your way to the kitchen.

“Dean do you ever shut the-,” but you were interrupted.

“Sit down, Y/N!” Dean slammed the words against your face.

You winced. “You got drunk last night and didn’t think we would know? Not to mention you’re dating another hunter?”

“Dean it’s six in the morning,” Sam came in rubbing his eyes. He moved to the cabinet and grabbed Advil without even glancing and threw it towards you.

“Sorry I had a little fun,” you scoffed.

“A little fun, are you kidding me? Kid,” he sighed and sat down, “Imagine if that partner of yours wasn’t as even kilter?”.

“But I only surround myself with people I can trust Dean, hell don’t you get that? My whole life has been fighting faces of evil and being on the run! I only trust who I trust because you’ve taught me well, and as for the booze, I think we all know you have no room to talk.”

He threw a hand over his face, hiding the anger, “I just want you to be better.”

“No one can be better than the best,” you smirked.

Dean's eyes watered as Sam shifted uncomfortably. You had forgotten he had been in the room.

“You’re still grounded for a week,” Sam added.

“What come on!” you yelped.

“Chick flick moment only worked on him, smart one. Now take the pills and get some rest.”

You followed the order, “Thanks guys…. for everything.”

“No problem but we need to have another talk about Y/P/N sometime,” Dean added.

You groaned and exited, leaving another Winchester right of passage in the memory book.

[yashmael]

AU, где у Винчестеров и Каса нет охоты, магии и вообще никаких сверхъестественных сил. Мэри никто не убивал, все жили счастливо (ну относительно). 

Что-что? Кас - доставщик пицц��? Ну да, все правильно. Вы не переубедите меня

[i-miss-balthazar]

Dean’s Not Fine

Warnings: Mentioned child abuse, some graphic imagery regarding Dean’s death in season 3, panic attacks

Rating: Teen

Pairing: I guess you can read it as Destiel if you wanted?

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A demon hunt shouldn’t have been a big deal. It wasn’t like they were taking out a really powerful one, it was supposed to be simple. By all means, it should’ve been simple. 

Sam wasn’t with him when he’d encountered the demon. Cas was, but Sam had gone to interrogate witnesses while Dean checked the scene. It was an abandoned warehouse, because when isn't it an abandoned warehouse? They didn’t think the demon would be there, but there she was. They had cornered her, when she smirked and whistled. 

Click. Click. Click. 

Dean felt paralyzed. His limbs could work, yes, but he forgot how to use them. His lungs must’ve shrank, because he could only exchange tiny gasps of air. Dean’s eyes darted around, trying to figure out where the beast was, but his vision got blurry, and he wasn’t sure if it was from tears or the fear that made him feel like he was trying to swim in whipped cream; too thin to float, too thick to swim in. He wanted to run, but he couldn’t convince his legs to move, he was just stuck. 

In an instant, the scenery around him changed. Dean was back in the motel. He could hear his heart racing in his ears, and it felt as though it would explode from his chest. 

“Dean…” Cas began, concern in his tone, but his voice faded in the ringing of Dean’s ears. He was probably still talking, but it was all too much, Dean couldn’t handle it. Then he felt Cas’s arms wrap around him, and that's when he broke. His knees buckled, and he started sobbing. All he could think about was the gnashing of teeth, and hearing his skin rip under the dog’s claws as the beast drug him down to hell. The terror was overwhelming, and just knowing the hellhound was there… it brought it all back. 

Dean wasn’t sure how long he’d remained there, so lost in the fear, Castiel’s arms the only thing reminding him he was safe. It must’ve been awhile, though, because the light glimmering through the window had faded into the soft gold rays of dusk. Hesitantly, Dean pulled away from Cas, wiping the tear tracks off his face. 

“Are you okay, Dean?” Cas asked softly. 

“Fine.” Dean dismissed, grabbing a beer from the mini fridge. 

“You just had a panic attack, Dean, don’t brush this off!” Cas scolded. Dean just opened his beer, taking a sip. “Has this happened before?” Castiel interrogated, crossing his arms. Dean finished his sip. 

“Couple times when I was little.” Dean dismissed. Back then it was about Dad. Dad had a temper, and Dean was often the victim of his outbursts. Dean would do something wrong, and John would yell at him loud enough to make the walls shake. He would even hit Dean whenever he did something bad enough. Dean was so scared of what his father would do when he started to yell, he’d stand like a deer in the headlights, nodding ‘yes sir’ and ‘no sir’ when applicable;  his brain went on autopilot so Dad wouldn’t yell more while his mind shrivelled up in a fit of panic. Dean knew crying would just get him in more trouble, so when John finished and left for the bar, he’d lock himself in the bathroom, sitting in the motel tub, sobbing until it hurt, and the trembles faded. When his head stopped hurting, and his dizziness subsided, he’d slink out, and lie to Sam and say it was fine-

 Cas’s hand gently caressing his face drew him back from his thoughts. 

“It has…” Cas inferred, a sad look in his eyes. “How often?” The angel asked. Dean looked away, and Cas sighed softly. “Have you ever gotten tested for panic disorder?” Dean gave him an incredulous look, and Cas sighed. “You should. You can get medication to help.” He urged. 

“I’m not going to a shrink.” Dean stated. 

“Dean. Just humour me?” Cas asked. Dean rolled his eyes, before making the mistake of making eye contact with him. Falling victim to the pleading blue paradise, Dean couldn’t find it in him to say no. 

“Fine. I’ll go once, okay?” He groaned.  

“Thank you, Dean…” Castiel sighed, pulling him into his arms. And Dean let him.

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Representation Week Tag List:

@misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @specialagentrin @peanutbutterandgrapejelly @all-or-nothing-baby @petrichoravellichor @i-know-like-four-things @fantastikitty7 @is-jus-me @hexlorde

Author’s Note: This is an idea I developed after having my first panic attack last Christmas. Projecting myself into Dean really helped me process and understand what happened, so yeah! Healing!

[hungryfan45]

idea1 cas comes to our world to live out a fantasy he wishs he could do to the wincheser bros to their actors jensen and jared where he forces jensen to suck is dick the cock vores him digests him into cum (fatal) cum him up Jensens ass then adds Jensen to HIS ass idea2 Danisnotonfire makes a fansonly video showcasing him turning amazing phil into assfat(fatal) idea3 John cena makes the miz his ass fat(fatal) live in the ring idea4 ian hecox is mad at Anthony padilla so he churn him to jizz

Good ideas.

[dodgerjammies]

ep 8 “Bugs” , and im going to talk about sam and dean very, sepralty here

dean wants two very diffrent things, he wants his brother to go and be happy, free, lead a normal life, but he dosnt want to be alone, he cant have both

sam wants to lead a normal life, collage married, the whole nine years, and as of now, he really only thinks he putting it on hold

john was an abusive asshole, to both of them, but there is where a huge diffrence is, dean knew his father before mary died, when john was a good dad, dean watch john become obessive and abusive, and he held out hope that if they found the thing that killed mary, he’d get his dad back, so long as he stayed and helped, because he had hope for having a good dad

sam never saw any of that, all sam ever saw was an abusive man pushing his son much to hard and far to young, sam never knew a loving father, there was no hope in his heart for the idea of him ever being good again, because to sam he was never good in the first place, so he left, because he had no hope for having a good dad

dean got to know his mom, his dad, not john wincheser the hunter, no, his dad, his little brother, family means something very big to him, his whole life is about keeping his family together

sam never got those things, his only family was, and is, dean, aside from dean, family ment nothing to him, he had no point in keepnig his family together, so he left

\ seeing sam and dean fleshed out as brothers, rather than just as invuddual people, made they're trauma feel much more real

[silvialing]

LMAO，jus saw this from a destiel fanfic and i cant,jus cant

CONtAINS JOHN WINCHESER lol

[assbuttsimagining]

  You stood at a bus stop waiting, bored out of your mind when a tall, handsome, bearded man appeared next to you. You observed him for a moment before saying anything.

    “Great tattoos.” you said to the man standing next to you.

    “What? Oh, thanks.” he said. His voice was husky yet smooth to the ears. 

    “Got any good stories behind them?” you asked. 

    “Nah, not really. None that you’d want to hear anyway.” he said.

   “Try me.” you said with a smirk.

   “How about I tell you over a beer tonight?” he asked. “The local joint? Ten o’clock.” 

You were unsure of this man’s intentions but something in your trusted him, that there was more to him than a tough exterior. 

   “Better not stand me up.” you said as the bus pulled up to the curb. “’See ya there.”

FULL STORY?

[simply-wins-little-sis]

Secret Memory

Description: The youngest Winchester finds a troubling nightmare is actually a memory when she is reunited with a familiar face, after only living with her Uncle Bobby for majority of her life.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, (mentions of) John Winchester, and a sister!reader

Warnings: Swearing, and a little violence

A/N: This is actually my third imagine but tumblr deleted the one I spent four hours on....as I was about to hit post. But, here is this one as a sub! Thank you for reading in advance! Let me know if you want to be tagged or send m a request! Also the memories are in italics! :)

Tag(s): @winchesters-favorite-girl​

You woke up, in screaming terror. You were sobbing as your Uncle Bobby ran into the room with a shotgun drawn up to view. He quickly placed it on the nightstand near your bed and cradled you in his arms. It was another nightmare. You had been bestowed with the gory images since you could recall your dreams. You often tried avoiding them by pulling all-nighters and drinking as much caffeine as your blood could hold.

You were finally breathing normally, whipping the tears off your cheeks as fast as they had come. Bobby’s steady heart beat calmed you. He had always been such a father to you, and his calm made you realize you were indeed, still safe.

“You’re safe,” he cooed. You nodded, and hugged him back.

 The nightmares were so much of a routine that eventually you kept the light on while you slept. You hated hearing the screams of the people, and seeing the blood. Bobby never seemed to know where they originated from. Your guess was that when helping your Uncle, you picked up a vivid sense of being in the hunting life, even though you were never in the field. Sure, you helped with research, but you had never actually seen any demons or ghosts. You were just informing the hunters of the stories, and ways to end the lives of the evil creatures lurking. You weren’t that afraid of them either, so the nightmares were almost uncalled for. 

  Little did you know that the nightmare was a memory. Bobby knew this, but would never let on, and would never mention the fact to you. He had promised your father John, that he would never relive the time you were taken by accomplices of the yellow eyed demon, or Azazel. They took you into an old prison where they held most of their victims. The screaming and blood had scared your little two-year-old form. You were also cut open repeatedly, and left for dead. It was one of the worst sights the Winchester boys had seen. From that moment on John knew he wanted you disconnected from them, but still safe. He dropped you at Bobby’s in the middle of the night. The boys were at school in Utah while he dropped you in the care of the old man. You never saw him again, and as you grew older Bobby had convinced you the images of your brothers and father were just imaginary friends. This was all in the wishes of John, even though Bobby knew in his heart you should have the right to know your brothers.

As you grew older, the memory became less vivid, but you hated being woken up in a sweat nevertheless. You grew accustomed to late nights with coffee, and books. You often stayed up with your Uncle, watching him go to sleep even though he wished you would follow. You refused to believe the nightmares would cease, even though Bobby thought they would.

  You entered the house after a day of school. You were tired, and sleep begged to take over, yet the fear of the nightmares kept you pushing forward.

You dropped your bag at the door, “Hey Dad, I’m home!” you yelled. You had grown so close to Bobby that you now called him Dad.

You rummaged through the cabinets, searching for coffee. Your eyelids drooped as you called to him again, “Dad! Where the hell did the coffee go?!”. It had been an all-nighter for two days in a row. You knew the crash was coming soon.

You turned around, running right into a firm chest. You looked up to meet bright green eyes, and a confused expression. Suddenly, a flash of the nightmare came rushing into your thought process. Your eyes shut, and you could still see the green eyes. You gripped the counter behind you as the images of blood came into sight, and the screams of others being tortured filled your ears. You felt hands grip your arm, but the images only intensified. You were crying now, but you opened your eyes. The nightmare had finally completed itself, except it wasn’t a nightmare, it was a memory.

 “Dean,” you heaved out between trying to fill your lungs with oxygen. The images played over in your head.

 “You think they can hear you scream?” a demon in a small woman’s body asked.

You were crying as your little arms bled. You had never been taken, or separated from everyone in your family before. The demons took turns playing with your skin and the knife. Finding new places to cut. The demons laughed as you screamed, and cried out for your brothers and father.

"They'll never find you, you little-," suddenly the door crashed open and the demons fled.

The tears in your eyes coated your sight of vision. You felt your brother Dean’s arms taking you into his chest.

“Shhhh, baby I got you,” he cooed. You could hear the crack in his voice.

 Your father led you both back to the impala. He never took you into his arms that night. He couldn't help but feel this was his fault. He went out that night, leaving your brothers to clean you up.

  You snapped back to reality. Bobby, and Dean were staring at you. You cleared your face of the wet droplets that had escaped your eyes.

“I remember,” you looked to Bobby. He looked towards the floor. “Dad, you, you didn’t tell me I had a brother,” you sighed.

 “Dad?” Dean turned to Bobby.

Bobby looked back at Dean, “It’s not like your father was around”. Dean sighed in defeat. “Why don’t you sit down,” Bobby gestured to the couch. You nodded and took a seat.

Just then, the door opened and a taller man came through. His eyes landed on you, “Oh my god!”. Suddenly, more memories clouded your vision.

  “Bunny, please sit still,” your other brother, Sam, pleaded with you.

 You were crying again, and squirming as Dean tried to stitch up your cuts. Dean wanted to take you to a hospital, but John didn’t want to risk the questions about perfectly sliced skin. Dean was trying to wiggle the needle into your shaking form. Sam kept trying to get you to quiet down, but you were hurting. His heart broke with every cry, and every stitch.

               You looked up to Sam, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. You then looked to Dean. These were your brothers. The ones who had tried to help you, and protect you with all their power. You then looked to Bobby. Anger boiled within your veins. He had kept this secret from you. You had lost your brothers, who had tried to patch you up during your worst days. You could feel the warmth of dangerous energy in your chest.

“You son of a bitch!” you screamed. Bobby’s eyes widened. Both your brothers were taken back by the sudden attitude change. “You lied to me!” you screamed.

“Now hold on just a minute!” Bobby put up his hands.

“No! You lied to me! Said they were just nightmares, told me my brothers were imaginary, you made me think I had no one but you!” you screamed. That’s when you felt the acid of the words on your tongue. Your eyes suddenly softened, even though you could still feel the anger in your veins. Bobby looked away, and went back into the kitchen.

“You’re so, so big,” Sam said, clearly trying to lighten the mood.

You walked back towards the kitchen and leaned against the door frame. “You know I didn’t mean it like that. I was talking out of anger,” you said.

 He sighed and faced you with a beer in his hand. He was thinking hard about what he wanted to respond with. “I only did that because it’s what your daddy asked me to do. I wanted to tell you, and lyin’ to you hurt me more than you could ever imagine,” he said, taking a sip.

 You nodded, “I’m sorry Uncle Bobby. You know that you were always a father in my eyes”.

 He smiled, “You’re the best damn thing I ever had a hand in kid”.  You gave him a hug. “Now get in there and catch up with those two idjits!” he shoved you towards the doorframe.

 You then found yourself a little shy as your brothers turned to face you. “Uh, hi,” you gave a small smile.

 Sam had tears in his eyes, and Dean had a look of amazement on his face. “Hey there kiddo,” Dean smiled, and pulled you into a hug.

[supernaturaltrollsecrets]

[simply-wins-little-sis]

Stynes Demise

Request: Could you do a oneshot where the reader is taken by the Stynes along with her older brother Dean. He wakes up and sees her extremely injured. The Stynes start torturing her in front of him and the mark of Cain takes over? 

Warnings: Blood gore and torture. Also welcome back to my angst show :)           

  A/N: This was edited by the lovely and amazing @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo Let's give her a warm welcome for taking this from drab to fab!

Tags:  @winchesters-favorite-girl​ @percussiongirl2017  @the-third-winchester-warrior  @hellhoundlover @emmazach @sisterwinchesterwriter  @fandom-queen-of-wonderland @staticweekes @hi-my-name-is-riley @a-paranoid-bastard @because-you-never-know-when @enchantingempathhumanoidturtle @alexwinchester23 @winchesterhound  @rosie-winchester

      Your eyes fluttered open, eyelashes flooding into the stream of tears drowning your eyes in their shallow sockets. Another blade twisted into your skin, the metal feeling almost as cold as the laughter filling the air.

“You dumb girl,” your captor echoed, laughter following in pursuit again.

“Wont your limbs make a beautiful new addition to our collection,” a younger but just as manic voice following.

“Her organs are so full,” a woman’s sickly sweet syllables sang.  

Each remark creating a new array of goosebumps. You pulled your tears back, once again testing the restraints they had put you under, pulling at the tough leather.

The Stynes were known for their cruel ways, hell Dean did all kinds of research on the, back before Charlie, and before you both were pulled over, and before…

Your thoughts were rushing as you could only believe that after all this time, this would be your end. You had battled apocalyptic nightmares, dust bunnies from hell, and worse, but now this was it. Some assbutts, as Castiel referred to many horrible things, with sharp tools were going to cut you into pieces. Some humans with a knack for power.

You couldn’t believe it, but the blade pinched your skin into a submission.

You cried out in pain as a stirring Dean opened his eyes.

“Ah, Dean how wonderful of you to join us! You didn’t really think you could bust in here, all gun’s blazin’ and get far did yah?” the eldest one in the room asked. You couldn’t tell who was who, your vision clouding and mind forgetting their names, watching the same voice sync with all three dangerous bodies.

“Don’t you dare touch a hair on her head or so help me-,” but Dean’s threat was shrugged off by all, eve yourself. There was nothing he could do without damaging himself more. He was too far along with the mark.

If Cain had never given Dean the stupid thing in the first place you wouldn’t be in the situation you were in. Now because of your brother’s past and your commitment to keeping him safe, you were on the chopping block, literally.

You had zoned out of the conversation, too stuck in your own head to hear what the conversation has spiraled into. Tuning back in, you heart almost stopped on its own.

“If you’re so against us using her parts, why don’t we give her some more?Make her this version of the Frankenstein you know.”

“A true monster,” the other grinned. It must have been his nephew or son or someone related.

“N-no you can’t, please! I’ll do anything,” you pleaded as the young woman brought over a tray of tools and jars.

“Don’t even think about it!” Dean strained his voice, grunting as he pried at his wrist restraints. The leather only seeming to get tighter.

The eldest Styne in the room pulled up your t-shirt, revealing your stomach and covered chest. You shied away from his gaze, looking to Dean.

But Dean was gone.

“I told you not too,” he mumbled as he bashed the man’s head against the edge of the table. You held your eyelids tight, the rims shutting all the gore of the moment out, but locking certain images of the past in.

After what felt like flashes of your life replaying, you opened your eyes to reveal your eldest brother bloodied but in one piece.

He unstrapped your restraints, checking your torso and legs out. Making a mental inventory of all your injuries.

A tear caught his thumb as you pulled your chin away.

“Who are you anymore Dean?” you whispered.

He looked confused and then his eyes drifted to the red skin protruding his arm.

“In the past we would have p-prayed to Cas, or you could have let me die,” you choked out.

“That wasn’t an option this time.”

“Nothings ever an option with you anymore! It’s always kill, kill, kill so why did you save me?! I’m tired of all of this, of the constant blaming other things! You and Sam, you put my ass on the line every time you go and do stupid shit! I almost got turned into the thing we hunt, the things we fear…” you tapered off.

“You don’t understand, they would have killed you.”

“It would have been better than watching you die a million times over inside your own mind, Dean.”