#john winchester looks like someone dragged him out of a dumpster

[inkedmyths]

S1: E9 "Home"

Alright its been almost a month time to stop procrastinating this

Ohhh ~crunchy~ video quality

Oh a classic monster in the closet situation

Surprised the lady didn't get like dragged in right then and there

Its wild bc obviously in real life there's never anything in the closet but this is Supernatural in which case ofc there's something

Its not rats! Its something worse!

THE CHAIR. ITS MOVING. RUN KID

WAIT WINCHESTERS

H U H

0oh Sam and his ~prophetic dreams~

Me when someone's trying to talk to me as I'm drawing

Sam I feel like you should just say you're having spooky dreams

THERE we go

Dean did not sign up for his little brother being a psychic

Dean shut up its road trip back home time. Bitch.

THE CAMERA. THE MUSIC. THE DRAMA. This is so funny SPN is a soap opera actually

[ Crepe says that no one can handle Sam's bs in a calm and controlled manner. My opinion is no one can handle any of the Winchester's bullshit in a calm and controlled manner. ]

Awkward but I mean ok

Waiting for the kid to say "There's something in the closet"

YEP

Bros just yelling at each other bc they are so normal about this

Dean is so so bad with his feelings huh

[ Kayla asks if I am just realizing this. I am not. I was merely repeating a statement of observation. It seemed relevant. ]

Walks away bc he didn't want Sam to see him showing an emotion

NOT THE FUCKING CYMBALS MONKEY

NOOOOO

NO DONT STICK YOUR HAND

Oh I am not watching the screen no thank you

[ Kayla finds this reaction funny because "We've all been there". This is fair. And I know the man is just trying to do his job. However, he is, unfortunately, in an episode of Supernatural. If you are a random background character in an episode of Supernatural, you should never stick your hand in a thing that has many sharp blades. ]

I know where this is going to go

YEP EURGH arm smoothie

DUMBASSES THEY'RE PRETENDING TO BE COPS INVESTIGATING THEIR OWN DISAPPEARANCE

I feel like they would get farther is they just walked up to people and said WE'RE SAM AND DEAN

[ Melon says that we should play a drinking game, in which every time Sam and Dean do something stupid, you take a sip of a drink. Forst of all, I am still a year away from being able to consume alcohol legally. Second of all, this sounds like a surefire way to get alcohol poisoning. ]

Oh ofc. Psychic time.

"Your wife if crazy about you!" Turns around "His wife is banging the gardener" Incredible

LMAO CALLING DEAN A GOOFY LOOKIN KID

Oh shes good. Interesting

Sam as she's yelling at Dean is just :D

This poor lady its not her fault that the guy got blended

Yes something is starting. A TV show

UH OH

Is it giving the kid juice. Whats the deal

Oh its shutting him in the FRIDGE

UH OH

THE FRIDGE

MA'AM BEHIND YOU THE FRIDGE

OPEN THE FRIDGE

Thank god

NOT THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHED

She's so much smarter than either of the bros

I have a sneaking suspicion the firey spirit is their mom or something

[ It is at this point that Crepe has no concept of how not to spoil an Ep and says I'm right. I figured, the plot beats seemed obvious, but come ON. The less you spoil the funnier my reactions will be. Let me enjoy my incredible powers of prediction in due time. ]

Oop there goes the lamp

Uh oh there is attenpted murder via flying objects

WOAH

Flashy light

MISSOURI MA'AM ARE YOY OKAY

Oh good

Holy cow that was something

SORRY ABOUT YOUR HOUSE THE GHOST DID NOT LIKE US

GET THE MOP AND DONT CUSS AT ME

There's like 10 minutes left what's gonna happen next

SHAKING

Is Sam outside oh yep there's the bros

go go go

FLAMING FIGURE

Oh bye bye Sam

DOOR SHUT how drama

Oh hes just getting punted

OH HI

Ur not on fire anymore whats up

Ghost fight! Ghost fight!

Oh yeah tragic sacrifice all that Sam buddy she was already dead

Alright so Sam is on some kind of bizarre spooky journey

AHA. THE BASTARD

YOU. MOTHERFUCKER

OLD MAN WINCHESTER WHATS YOUR FUCKING ANGLE

[ Episode ends. Crepe said it would be funnier if I added in the other's commentary. Kayla agreed. I hope this appeases you both. ]

[holylulusworld]

Claimed per accident - Part 7 - Dark Shadow

Summary: The Winchesters are your blessing and curse at the same time.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Deanmon x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam, Alpha!John, Castiel

Warnings: angst, abo dynamics, scenting, true mates, knotting, mating, claiming, possessive reader, a hint of blood, smut, unprotected sex

A/N: For my fic, John made the deal to save Sam, not Dean. Castiel gripped John tied to raise him from perdition. Sam was soulless and Dean a demon. This is partially an AU.

Claimed per accident Masterlist

Your lips travel down his throat and you can feel the tension in Dean’s body grow. If you don’t stop you could cause his rut to break out earlier and on top of all, your heat is due.

“Omega…” Barely recognizing Dean’s voice you push him against the wall, fist his shirt to not let him escape. “You need…oh…son of a bitch, Y/N. If you don’t stop, I can’t control my instinct any longer…”

“Alpha…” It’s a low purr leaving your lips as you bite his neck hard enough to draw blood. Your nails dig into his biceps and you are sure Dean just creamed his pants as he whimpers against you. “Mine…”

“What the…?” Gasping John looks at his son's neck. You claimed your mate in a dazed state and the eldest Winchester knows you could hurt his son even more if he doesn’t stop you.

“Omega, calm. You need to let go of Dean.” Eyes glowing you glare at John before you bury your face into Dean’s neck. The scent of his rut makes your toes curl and you can’t fight your instinct any longer.

“I…I can’t…it’s like back then…” Licking Dean’s neck, caressing the claiming mark you wrap your arms around his heated body. “Need him…”

“Y/N, you will hate your Alpha even more if he takes advantage of your state. I can scent your heat, Omega…” Sam’s words make you gasp against Dean, still, you won’t let go of the panting Alpha.

“Dad, I can’t resist her for much longer.” Dean is fighting his instinct hard. Sweat runs down his forehead and his eyes warily watch his father and brother standing in his room, his territory. “If you don’t bring her away, I’ll knot her good…”

John’s eyes darken at the thought Dean will be the first of your mates touching you again. “Dean, calm. Now help me, son. We need to isolate her from us, or none of her mates will be able to hold back…”

“No!” Snarling into John’s direction you press your body closer to Dean’s. He’s snarling now, ready to attack anyone threatening his claim on you. “I want…”

“Omega, you don’t want this, and we can’t do this to you…not again…” Dean tries one last time but you fist his hair, force him to look down at your trembling form.

“It’s always been like that between us, Dean…please…” The desperate Alpha throws his head back to find a rational thought in his hormone-driven brain. “I want to touch you…”

“Y/N…back then…” His lips brush yours. “I was a demon and didn’t care but now…” Tongue slipping into his mouth you silence him as your hands frantically tug at his shirt.

“Cas do something!” John wants to step closer but he’s not suicidal and will not risk Sam’s safety either. You are close to going feral and even worse, his son’s rut is in full swing. “Can you not knock her out or something?”

Amused Castiel watches you fumbling Dean’s pants open. Your hands greedily slip into his boxers and the Alpha cries out as you start to stroke him.

“I can’t, John. All she wants is Dean and his knot. You can go and let them mate or you can try to part them…” 

“What the fuck, Cas! You told us we shall not touch her and now you leave her alone with an Alpha in rut?” Sam gasps as he can hear you purr into John’s direction. “Y/N…”

“I can assure you, Sam that…” Smirking Castiel watches you rip Dean’s shirt open. “Y/N is in full control of her instinct right now. This Omega takes what she wants.”

“She claimed Dean…” The eldest Alpha sighs. “What now?”

“You can let her claim you too, John…” Castiel shrugs before he leaves the room.

Three days ago, you decided to not let anyone rule your life. You know there is no way you can leave the Winchesters, not with a death sentence on your back but if you stay, you’ll do it to your conditions by wrapping the Alpha’s around your pinkie…”

“What?” Sam’s dominant side won’t let you mark him, but the needy Alpha, the part wanting your attention feels the pull toward you. “I…”

“Dean…” Your hands impatiently tug at his pants and just now the Alpha’s posture changes.

He can feel your bond strengthen and now he will make sure all other Alpha’s will see you are his…

“Mine…”

Mine…the word he used back then makes you wake from your lust-driven episode…

Around four years ago…

The air is chilly, but you need a break from the stupid guy trying to get into your pants. Sometimes Beta’s are not better than Alphas. At least an Alpha can blame his instinct, a Beta doesn’t have such an excuse.

Rubbing your arms, you walk toward your car as you hear someone groan behind the dumpster. Your first reaction is to get your gun out to walk silently toward the alley behind the bar.

One the ground is the guy you saw fight with another Alpha some time ago. He must’ve flirted with the Omega of the other man.

“Do you need help?” There is blood on his face and hands, but you can’t see a wound. “Can you hear me or are you too drunk, dude?”

“I can hear and smell you, Omega…” Purring he looks up at you, a dirty grin on his lips. “I smelled you inside too, even felt your eyes on me while I hit that guy…”

“Looks like he got you good…huh?” Offering the Alpha your hand you laugh as he stumbles a bit. “Getting drunk to hit on a claimed Omega ain’t smart, dude…” His eyes land on one of your claiming marks and his features darken.

“Where’s your Alpha?” Mesmerized by the way he darts his tongue out to wet his lips you barely understood the question. “I asked you a question…” His hands grab your arms and you feel the heat radiating through his body.

“Gone. He claimed and left me. Wasn’t the kind of Alpha to live up to his promises I guess…” Laughing bitterly you watch the Alpha’s eyes darken. There is something else in those green orbs now.

“Perfect.” He beams at you moving faster than you expected from a drunk Alpha as he walks you toward the parking lot. His hands are on your waist and you can’t help it but open your mouth when he claims it roughly.

“Going to make you mine…”

Now you can smellhis rut and you are so lost in your instinct you forget about your past bad experience and let this foreign Alpha nip at your neck. 

“Alpha…”

“I could smell you among all those Omega’s. I knew you’re mine and that you need my knot. I dropped the boring chick to get you…” His purrs go straight to your core and you are close to coming only from the way he claims your body with his hands and lips.

“You’re still hurt. Let me bring you to my motel room…” While the Alpha shakes his head you slowly lose all control.

Your hand's paw at his clothing and you cry out as he rips your shirt open to reveal your breasts to bring his mouth to one nipple.

Eyes darker than before he looks at you before his lips seal around the pebbled nub. Your back arches and you feel wetness dampen your panties as he suckles at your tit.

“I wish I could wait and mark those tits first but…” Spinning you around he presses you onto the hood of his car. “I’ll have you right here ‘mega…”

“Y/N…that’s my name…” Whimpering you feel his hand move between your legs to toy with your clit. 

“Dean…Sweetheart…” Panting into your neck he slips two fingers into you, pumping them hard enough to make you cry out. “I want you to know the name of the Alpha making you his…”

Lost in your instinct, too far gone you hear the sound of his zipper coming down before his cock nudges at your slit.

When he slips inside you can’t stop the words from spilling as you cry out his presentation along with ‘claim me’.

Dean is urged on by your words, grabs your waist to plunges deep enough into you to hit your cervix with every thrust. He doesn’t need long to let your coil tighten.

While you push back onto him Dean smirks before he covers your body to snap his hips against your ass. You can feel your slick run down your legs as his balls slap against your clit.

Purring you tilt your head, expose your neck to the Alpha. His teeth graze your skin and you are sure you imagine things due to your wrecked state, but you could swear you saw your father watch you from the sidewalk.

Not wanting you to recognize the elder man watching you and him Dean nibbles at your neck, whispers dirty words against your skin and you close your eyes to let the high ripple through your body.

When you feel his teeth sink into your neck your eyes snap open and a feral cry leaves your lips. 

Your eyes darken the moment his knot locks inside of you and just now you see the man you believed is your father is covering his mouth with one hand.

But you can’t follow him, you can’t talk to him as the Alpha’s knot is trapped inside of you and his teeth won’t let go of your neck. Blood runs down your shoulder as you wiggle in his grip, call your fathers name but the man on the sidewalk runs off.

“Mine…my mate…” When you close your eyes this time, the tears slip down your cheeks. “I’ll take care of you…”

Now…

“No…you are mine…” Snarling you push Dean toward his bed, and a yelp escapes his lips as he lands on the mattress.

You don’t hesitate. Before anyone can stop you, your hands grasp for his pants to drag them down his legs.

“Shit, dad…she’s going to…uh…” Sam snarls into your direction and a dirty grin appears on your lips.

“He’s mine…” Looking over your shoulder you lick your still bloody lips clean. “If you ever want to touch me, you’ll have to submit to me…”

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[kazosa]

Secrets - SoA: Chapter 14

Summary: Reader has lived in a life full of secrets. When her father dies unexpectedly and sends her on a trip all over the country, she finds out just how much like her father she really is. The end of her trip brings her to Charming, CA where she finally gets some big pieces of her family puzzle put back in place and form new relationships with the people there. Chapter 14: After the hearing at Scoops. Confrontation. Almost smut Warnings: language A/N: If it wasn’t clear before, this takes place after the events of the final episode, SPOILERS! Italics are for Chibs and his inner thoughts. Bold is for the reader’s inner thoughts. Word Count: 1748

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Despite what her daughter thought, Debbie saw more than she let on and she’d be damned if she bit her tongue. (Y|N) had always been a worry for her. She and Bud had tried so hard to keep her away from the MC life. The last thing she ever wanted was for her only child to get caught up in that mess, and definitely not with the Sons of Anarchy. In a way, she was glad John hadn’t lived to see what that sonofabitch, Clay, had done to her brother’s creation.

Her trip to Charming was, sadly, almost expected. It seemed like anyone that came in contact with SAMCRO ended up needing a lawyer. Debbie had hoped that this trip her husband had sent their daughter on would end up with (Y|N) returning to Iowa with her tail between her legs. She really hadn’t expected her to make it on her own and not for so long.

Over the course of the year (Y|N) was gone, Debbie had come to terms with the fact that not only was she doing just fine on her trip, but that she was also still running the company from the road, with Jack’s help. Seeing (Y|N) with Chibs rubbed her the wrong way, she knew that look, she knew that look all too well. They looked at each other the way she and Bud had. She was not about to let her daughter get cemented into a life of uncertainty and illegal activities. The way his hand went around her shoulders and pulled her in for a kiss on the forehead, was quite enough.

“Filip Telford!” she called out. He tried to bring (Y|N) over with him, the nerve. “Just you.”

“Shit,” he whispered. Not much scared him, but the wrath of that small woman was enough to make the toughest of men cower. He slid into the booth next to Jack. “Debra.”

“Don’t you bring my daughter into this life. Don’t you drag her down with you. She dated that worthless piece of shit, Brandon, when I told her he wasn’t right in the head. The bastard almost killed her. Then she took up with a goddamned car thief who, while he was in PRISON, beat the shit out of Brandon. She didn’t listen to me with him, either. When she’s done working this audit for the shop, she’s coming home if I have to haul her back myself,” she hissed at him.

His body was barely containing the rage and fear he felt. It pissed him off that she even thought that she could control her daughter like that. (Y|N) was a smart girl and could make up her own mind and didn’t need anyone telling her, including himself, what she should do with her life.

“Is that right? And jus’ wha’ makes ye think YOU can make her do anything?” he asked.

“Break it off with her, Chibs, or I’ll make your life here hell,” she warned.

“Deb…” Jack tried to intervene.

“This doesn’t concern you, Jack,” she snipped.

“I hate to break it to you, dear, it doesn’t concern you, either,” he said, apologetically.

She completely ignored Jack. “I’m not a person that makes idle threats, Filip. Don’t test the limits of my good nature.”

What the scariest thing about Debbie was, she said it all with a straight face, completely free of emotion, but her eyes… her eyes said she would do everything in her power to make her threat reality. Debra Teller (Y|L|N) was not a woman to be trifled with.

You were trying to keep an eye on the conversation in the booth. Filip looked very dark, like he might explode at any moment. In typical ice queen fashion, your mother’s face was devoid of emotion, except for her eyes. Her eyes were filled with a knowing hate for the Sons of Anarchy and everything they had stood for. You’d gleaned enough information regarding your mother’s feelings about the Sons over the years and she had not been kind.

Tig was doing his best to distract you, telling you dirty jokes and bad puns.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Tig’s voice went serious for a moment. “You gonna stick around?” he searched your eyes. “The pres. likes having you here.”

“At least until the audit is done, after that, it’s up to him,” you hooked your thumb at Chibs.

Your response seemed to satisfy him for the time being. “Good. Having you around has been the most fun I’ve had in years.”

Happy wandered over to where you and Tig were sitting at the counter. He reached between you two and grabbed an M&M cookie off the plate on the counter.

“Good.” Happy said through a mouthful of cookie, “Chibs is better.”

“Better?” you were confused.

Tig confided, “After we lost everyone, we all took it hard. Chibs took it hardest, plus the weight of running the club. He’s less… pulled down by it all.”

Not knowing what to say, “I… I like him… a lot. I want to stay, but I do have to go home and get things in order there before I can come back. Maybe open a branch out here somewhere. We do enough business this way that we could justify it, I think.”

“Want me to get someone looking for a spot to open shop? I know a guy in real estate, can get you the hookup,” he seemed hopeful.

The client base could easily justify opening a branch. It wouldn’t make much sense for you to run it if you didn’t have Filip to go home to. With the tumultuous week you’ve had, the shit with Jarry, and now your mother… he might decide you’re not worth the trouble that always seemed to find you.

“Can I get back to you on that?” you asked him. Tig was okay with it and assured you that all you had to do was say the word and he’d be on it for you.

Out the corner of your eye, you noticed Filip had gotten up and went to the back of the building. Putting out any fires you mother may have started was your priority and you were about to follow him out. Instead you were met by 5’2” of holy fucking terror.

“I expect you to come back home as soon as you are done. The club only needs you to keep their collective asses out of trouble. Then, you get home. Jack has been running things too long as it is. You’re taking advantage and that’s not fair to him either,” she had an unbending air about her. “Your father and I gave up everything to make sure you never had to live this life. I don’t want to see everything he worked so hard for go to waste because you weren’t there to give it life.” She paused and looked toward Jack, “We’re leaving now.”

Obligation made you hug your mother and say goodbye. Jack gave you a warm hug and a wink before you two said your goodbyes. You remained motionless as you watched the pair walk out of sight. As soon as they were gone, you spun on your heel and went to look for Filip. You were going to run up the stairs when you caught movement outside through a crack in the door…that and the sound of what you had come to recognize as Gaelic swearing.

Pushing the door open to the back alley, Chibs was smoking like a chimney, pacing and cussing all at the same time. You slipped through the opening and leaned against the wall waiting for him to notice you. You hadn’t seen him so enraged before.

When he saw you, he broke from his mutterings and came striding over to you, “Yer ma’s a piece of work, ya know tha’?!” He stalked off not waiting for you to answer, of course you knew what she was like, “piece of work” were never the words you used though. “Where the hell does she get off tellin’ people who they can and can’t…” he stopped himself short. Catching his breath a little, and slowly closing the distance between the two of you, “I won’t pull you into anything, lass. If you want to be here, I want you to be here, aye?”

You nodded, still stuck to the wall behind you. Filip loomed close. He blew out the last of his cigarette and threw the butt to the ground, grinding it out with his boot. He put both of his hands on the wall behind you, locking you in place. His intensity was both scaring you and turning you on. He stared down into your eyes, his own filled with lust.

His hand left the wall and his fingertips touched your neck, his thumb grazing your jaw as his hand cupped the back of your neck and head. Your breaths were coming short and quick in anticipation. His mouth was so close to your own, you could feel him stealing your breath.

“Do ye want to be wi’ me, luv, here, now?” his body pressed firmly into yours.

You raised your hand and cautiously put it on his chest the other wrapping around him, grabbing his ass.

“God, yes,” you said breathily.

“God has nothin’ ta do wi’ it, luv,” his other hand had moved to your waist, his finger in the waistband of your jeans, tickling the soft skin of your belly, as he traced the hem. “It’ll be my name yer screaming when I’m done wi’v ye.”

His mouth finally met yours, kissing you hard, your lips and teeth mashing together. You were starting to get mad at the obscene amount of clothing that was separating you. You ground your hips into him looking for any sort of relief you could get for your throbbing clit. His hand moved to your ass and down your leg, pulling your knee up to his hip.

The door suddenly pushed open and Chuckie walked out with a bag of garbage for the dumpster. He walked sideways with his back to you and Filip. Only then did your mouths part, Chibs eyeing Chuckie the whole way.

“Sorry, boss, sorry,” Chuckie hurried.

Filip relaxed his hold on your leg and you both went about composing yourselves. He took your hand and pulled you inside and up the stairs to the apartment where he set about making you scream his name for the first time that day.