#littlest-winchester

[k3rplunked]

these were the first 4 pages of my new sketchbook :3

my severen sketches are kinda ass 😭 ima need to redraw them at some point 🙏

[stillwaitin76]

M*A*S*H Characters as LPS (because I’m mentally ill) Part 2:

Maxwell Q. Klinger: #575 or #1023 (I couldn’t choose, they’re both so good!)

Frank Burns: #653

Charles Emerson Winchester III: #22

Henry Blake: #67

Sherman T. Potter: #338

John Patrick Francis Mulcahy: #1524

Sidney Freedman: #1034

Kellye Yamato: #594

Igor Straminksy: #126

[justanothersam]

I would sell my soul for him too

Sam + puppy dog eyes 

You know, my brother could give you this puppy dog look, and you’d just buy right into it.

[soulmateworship]

Current Pre-series/very early S1 playlist

[dearestagonya]

— ✿ tag dump. › addison gray.

— ✿ carry on my wayward daughter there'll be peace when you are done. › addison's main verse.

— ✿ where do broken hearts go tell me where you’re hiding out. › addison's teen verse.

— ✿ addison gray. › in character.

— ✿ she is the littlest winchester. › addison's appearance.

— ✿ lay your weary head to rest don't you cry no more. › addison's headcanons.

— ✿ her head is filled with rock songs and yugioh quotes. › addison's aesthetics.

[suprntralsa]

— ✿ tag dump. › addison gray.

— ✿ she’s got a smile that it seems to me reminds me of childhood memories. › addison's main verse.

— ✿ where do broken hearts go tell me where you’re hiding out. › addison's teen verse.

— ✿ addison gray. › in character.

— ✿ she is the littlest winchester. › addison's appearance.

— ✿ lay your weary head to rest don't you cry no more. › addison's headcanons.

— ✿ her head is filled with rock songs and yugioh quotes. › addison's aesthetics.

[marvellouspinecone]

Having a blorbo is like. He's so small. I wanna put him in my pocket and squish him like a stressball. I take him out of my pocket and he's covered in dust and lint and shit so i run him gently under warm water and put on my dresser to air dry. And then i HEY what are you doing here NO stop that get down right now!

So my cat smacked him off of the dresser and now he's all dusty again

[lila-lou]

✨Littlest Winchester✨

Summary: You were always all about Christmas, but this year your excitement was through the roof—mixed with a hint of nervousness. You had big news to share with Dean, and the thought of it made your heart race with both joy and a touch of fear.

-Christmas Special-

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: bit of Angst, FLUFF

Word Count: 8706

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. ❤️

Dean groaned as you shoved him, shifting slightly before blinking awake. His arm instinctively reached back for you, but you were already halfway out of bed, practically buzzing with excitement.

“What the hell, Y/N”, he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. “It’s too early for this”.

You turned around, your grin widening as you saw his messy hair and the way he tried to bury his face back into the pillow. “It’s Christmas, Dean! Come on, get up!”.

He cracked one eye open, clearly unimpressed, but there was a hint of amusement in his gaze. “You’re like a kid”, he muttered, but despite his grumbling, you knew he wasn’t really annoyed.

You laughed, pulling at his arm to try and drag him out of bed. “Exactly! And we’ve got a whole day ahead. Presents, food… everything”.

Dean groaned again, louder this time, and reached out his arm, trying to pull you back toward the bed. “C’mon, baby”, he muttered, his voice low and husky. “Just… five more minutes. It’s freezing out there, and this bed is perfect right now”.

You shook your head, laughing softly as he wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you back onto the mattress. “Dean! We have the whole day! I don’t want to waste it”, you said, even as you felt his warmth surround you, making it harder to resist the temptation to stay.

He grinned lazily, clearly enjoying his victory as you reluctantly settled back beside him. “The day’s not going anywhere”, he murmured, his voice a little softer now. “Besides, Christmas can wait. Let’s just stay here… just a little longer”. His hand traced lazy circles on your back, and you could feel his breath against your neck as he nestled closer.

For a moment, you almost gave in. The way Dean held you, his warmth, the quietness of the room—it was all too comfortable. But then your excitement bubbled up again, and you gently nudged him. “Dean, come on”, you urged, trying to wiggle free from his grip.

Dean let out an exaggerated groan, burying his face deeper into the pillow as you tried to escape his grasp. “You’re killing me, Y/N”, he muttered, his arm tightening around you one last time before finally loosening his grip. “Fine, but I’m only doing this for the pie”.

You laughed, finally free as you sprang out of bed, your energy contagious. Dean rolled onto his back, stretching his arms over his head, watching you with a lazy smirk as you practically skipped around the room.

“You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re excited”, he teased, his voice still thick with sleep. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, running a hand through his messy hair as he sat up. “But if I don’t smell coffee in the next five minutes, you’re on your own”.

You shot him a playful glare before heading toward the door, the excitement bubbling up again.

Dean pulled on his sweatpants and a shirt, giving one last stretch before heading out of the room. He followed you quietly through the bunker, the coolness of the metal halls contrasting with the warmth of your festive decorations. You had spent weeks transforming the usually stark and utilitarian space into something that actually felt like Christmas—string lights hung from the walls, garlands draped over the railings, and a big tree sat proudly in the corner of the main room, covered in ornaments.

As Dean walked, he couldn’t help but smirk at how much effort you’d put into it. The bunker, usually so cold and impersonal, felt almost… homey. He’d never been one for Christmas decorations, but he had to admit, seeing the place like this wasn’t so bad.

When he finally reached the kitchen, you were already bustling around, pouring a mug of coffee and humming to yourself. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mixing with the faint scent of cinnamon from a candle you had insisted on lighting every morning.

Dean leaned against the doorframe, watching you for a moment. “You know, you’ve really outdone yourself with this whole Christmas thing”, he said, his tone half teasing, half genuine. “Didn’t think the bunker could look this… festive”.

You turned around, grinning as you handed him a mug. “Well, someone had to bring the holiday spirit. If it were up to you, we’d have nothing but a six-pack and maybe a couple of leftover slices of pizza to celebrate”.

Dean chuckled, taking the coffee gratefully. “Hey, nothing wrong with that. But I gotta admit, the tree’s kinda growing on me”.

That’s when Sam stumbled into the kitchen, still half asleep, his hair sticking up in all directions. He looked like he’d just rolled out of bed—because he had. He squinted at the lights. You could see him suppressing a yawn as he leaned against the counter, blinking at the sight of the two of you.

“Morning”, he muttered, rubbing his eyes and reaching for the coffee pot. “Knew I’d be dead if I slept in today”, he added with a smirk in your direction, his voice gravelly with sleep.

You grinned, lifting your mug in mock salute. “Damn right, Winchester. It’s Christmas, not time to laze around”.

Dean chuckled, shaking his head as he watched Sam pour himself some coffee.

Sam took a slow sip of his coffee, his eyes narrowing slightly as a mischievous grin crept onto his face. He leaned back against the counter, casually crossing his arms. “Speaking of lazing around, Dean, I didn’t think you’d even be up by now, considering you’ve got a whole new reason to stay in bed these days”, he teased, casting a glance your way.

Dean shot him a look, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, really, Sammy? That’s what we’re doing now?”.

Sam smirked, clearly enjoying the chance to poke fun at his brother. “What? I’m just saying, Y/N’s got you wrapped around her finger. I never thought I’d see the day Dean Winchester gets out of bed early on Christmas morning without complaining. Miracles do happen”.

Dean rolled his eyes, but you could see the faintest hint of a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, yeah. Keep talking, Sasquatch”.

Sam chuckled, clearly not done with the teasing. “I’m just saying, she’s got you doing things I never thought possible. I mean, you’re practically domesticated, Dean. Next thing we know, you’ll be cooking us a Christmas dinner and wearing an apron”.

Dean scoffed, leaning back against the counter with a smirk. “Yeah, right. Like I’d ever let you two anywhere near my cooking. And for the record, Y/N hasn’t ‘domesticated’ anything. I’m still the same badass I’ve always been”.

You raised an eyebrow at him playfully, crossing your arms. “Oh really? Because I distinctly remember someone helping me hang Christmas lights last week without complaining once”.

Dean pointed at you, his grin widening. “Hey, I did that under protest, and I still managed to look cool doing it”.

Sam burst out laughing. “Yeah, because nothing says ‘cool’ like untangling lights and getting glitter all over yourself”.

You grinned, stepping closer to Dean and leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips. “You’re still a badass”, you mumbled against his mouth, your hand resting on his chest.

Dean smirked, his eyes darkening playfully as he pulled you closer, his hand slipping to give your butt a squeeze. “Damn right I am”, he grumbled quietly, his lips brushing against your ear. “And tonight, I’m gonna show you just how much of a badass I really am”.

You blushed slightly, biting your lip, but before you could respond, Sam cleared his throat loudly, rolling his eyes as he grabbed a spatula from the counter. “Alright, lovebirds. Save it for later”. He gave Dean a pointed look and shook his head, but there was a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Dean just laughed, completely unbothered. “What? You’d understand if you weren’t such a giant prude”.

Sam chuckled and turned his attention back to the stove, where the eggs you’d been cooking were starting to sizzle. “Speaking of helping, you two might want to focus on breakfast before I have to scrape these off the pan”. He stirred the eggs, giving Dean a mock glare. “You’re not getting out of this one, man. You can help with breakfast if you’re not too busy being a badass”.

Dean grinned, giving you one more quick kiss, his lips lingering just long enough to make your heart flutter. "Alright, alright", he muttered with a chuckle.

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips as you returned to the stove, taking over where Sam left off with the eggs. As you stirred them, you could feel Dean’s gaze still on you, that familiar warmth blooming in your chest. Sam was right—Dean might act tough and gruff most of the time, but with you, it was different. There was a softness he showed only around you, a vulnerability he never let anyone else see. And honestly, it felt good knowing you had him wrapped around your finger in a way no one else ever had.

Dean walked up behind you, resting his hand casually on the small of your back as he grabbed the coffee pot to refill his mug. "These eggs better be good, or you’re gonna have to explain to Sam why I’m stealing all the bacon later".

Sam snorted from the other side of the kitchen, glancing over with a smirk. "You’re such a drama queen, Dean. It’s breakfast, not a five-star restaurant".

"Hey, breakfast is important", Dean shot back, leaning against the counter with a mock-serious look. "And so is bacon. Especially on Christmas morning".

You laughed, shaking your head as you finished scrambling the eggs, the smell of food filling the bunker and blending with the warmth of the decorations around you. “Relax, Winchester. You’ll get your bacon”.

Dean raised his mug in a mock toast. “Now you’re talking my language”.

As Sam set the table, you couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate the scene—two brothers you cared about, a peaceful morning for once, and a Christmas that actually felt like something worth celebrating. Despite everything life threw at you, moments like this made it all worthwhile.

Just as you set the plates of scrambled eggs and bacon on the table, a sudden whoosh of air filled the room, and before you could react, Jack appeared right in the middle of the kitchen, his usual bright smile lighting up his face.

“Good morning!”, Jack exclaimed, his excitement palpable. “Merry Christmas!”.

Dean nearly spilled his coffee, glancing up with a start. “Damn it, Jack! We’ve talked about the whole ‘teleporting without warning’ thing”.

Before Jack could respond, there was another rustle, and Cas stepped into the kitchen, as calm and collected as ever. “Dean”, he said in his familiar, gravelly tone, “we’re here for breakfast, not to startle you”.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you watched Dean roll his eyes, clearly trying to keep his usual grumpy demeanor in place, though you could tell he was glad to see them. “Yeah, well, maybe next time use the front door like normal people”, Dean muttered, but his grin betrayed him as he waved them over.

Jack, seemingly oblivious to the grumbling, beamed at the sight of the Christmas decorations you had put up. “Wow, Y/N! The bunker looks amazing! It feels so… festive!”.

You smiled, wiping your hands on a dish towel. “Thanks, Jack. Took a bit of work, but it’s worth it”.

Cas, standing beside Jack, nodded his approval. “It’s a significant improvement. Very… homey”.

Dean snorted, muttering under his breath, “Great, now even Cas is getting sappy”. But there was no hiding the fondness in his voice.

Sam grinned at Jack and Cas, pulling out chairs for them. “Perfect timing, guys. Y/N just finished making breakfast. You’re just in time”.

Jack’s eyes lit up as he sat down eagerly, glancing at the spread of eggs, bacon, and toast. “I love breakfast!”.

Dean raised an eyebrow as he sat down across from him. “Jack, you love every meal”.

Jack shrugged with a sheepish smile. “That’s true. But breakfast is especially good”.

Cas sat beside Jack, his eyes scanning the table thoughtfully. “I don’t require food, but I appreciate the sentiment. I’ll join you”.

Dean caught your eye as you both sat down, his hand brushing against yours under the table. He didn’t say anything, but the warmth in his gaze said it all: this, right here, was what mattered.

As the breakfast continued, the table filled with the sound of clinking forks and Jack excitedly recounting some recent stories, Cas began to grow unusually quiet. You noticed him eyeing you from across the table, his piercing blue gaze lingering on you with that familiar intensity that usually meant he had picked up on something. His brows furrowed slightly, and you bit your lip, silently hoping he’d just tune into Jack’s enthusiastic chatter.

But then, Cas tilted his head ever so slightly, his eyes narrowing as they dropped to your stomach. “Y/N”, he started, his voice cutting through the lighthearted atmosphere, “something feels… off”.

Your heart skipped a beat. You could feel Dean glance at you out of the corner of his eye, his fork pausing midway to his mouth. Cas’ eyes were still fixed on you, a mix of confusion and concern etched across his face, and you knew he was sensing something that you weren’t quite ready to discuss. Not yet.

Cas opened his mouth again, but before he could say anything more, you stood up abruptly, your chair scraping against the floor. “Cas, could you help me with something in the library?”, you asked quickly, trying to keep your voice steady, but the urgency in your tone was hard to miss.

Dean’s gaze shifted fully to you now, his brows furrowing slightly. “Baby, you barely ate”, he said softly, nodding towards your plate that still had most of the eggs untouched.

You forced a small smile, your heart racing. “I’ll be right back. I just need to check something with Cas. Won’t take long”.

Jack, still caught up in his own world, barely seemed to notice the tension as he continued his story to Sam. But Dean wasn’t fooled, his eyes searching yours for an explanation. You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before nodding toward Cas, silently pleading with him to follow you without asking any more questions.

Cas stood slowly, his expression still unreadable but compliant, and followed you out of the kitchen. As soon as you were out of earshot, you let out a shaky breath, trying to gather your thoughts. The last thing you needed was Cas revealing something in front of everyone before you even had a chance to wrap your head around it yourself.

Cas watched you with that deep, unblinking intensity, his hands still tucked into the familiar folds of his trench coat. The silence between you felt heavy, the air thick with the tension of unspoken words. You could see the wheels turning in his mind, that angelic perception of his already picking up on things you hadn’t fully come to terms with yet.

And then it happened.

In the quiet stillness of the library, his gaze sharpened slightly. His head tilted once more, and his eyes flicked to your stomach. It was as though something invisible had clicked into place. The faintest sound of another heartbeat reached his celestial senses, soft yet distinct, tucked away beneath your own.

His eyes widened in realization, and he straightened up, his voice barely more than a whisper. “There’s… another heartbeat”.

You swallowed hard, your throat tightening as the reality of it hit you again. You hadn’t wanted to think about it, hadn’t even allowed yourself to fully embrace it yet. But now, with Cas staring at you like he’d just uncovered a truth written in the stars, it was impossible to avoid.

Cas stepped closer, his expression softening with a mixture of awe and understanding. “Y/N… you’re pregnant”.

There it was—out in the open. The secret you had been carrying alone, unsure of how to even approach it. The words hung in the air between you, thick and heavy, as if they had the power to change everything.

You nodded slowly, your eyes dropping to the floor as your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. “I—I found out a while ago. I haven’t told Dean yet”.

Cas watched you closely, his blue eyes filled with understanding as you hesitated. The weight of your secret had been building up inside you, and now that it was out in the open—at least with Cas—it felt like you were one step closer to facing it. But there was still the looming task of telling Dean, and that, above all, made your heart race.

You took a deep breath, your voice barely above a whisper as you admitted, “I’m planning on telling him tonight”.

Cas nodded, his expression gentle and supportive. “That’s a good idea, Y/N. It’s important that he hears it from you, and in your own time”.

You bit your lip, feeling the nerves bubble up again. “I know. I’ve been trying to figure out the right moment, the right words… but I don’t think there’s ever going to be a perfect time, is there?”.

Cas shook his head slightly. “No, but Dean will understand. He’ll want to be there for you, for both of you”.

You sighed softly, running a hand through your hair. “It’s just… it’s a lot. And with everything we’ve been through—demons, angels, hunting—it’s hard to imagine something like this fitting into our lives”.

Cas took a step closer, his presence calming. “You’re stronger than you think, Y/N. You’ve been through so much together, and this will be another challenge, but one filled with love. Dean will rise to the occasion”.

You smiled weakly, grateful for Cas’ steady reassurance. “Thanks, Cas. I really needed to hear that”.

Cas nodded, a rare, soft smile tugging at his lips, a sight so uncommon that it momentarily eased the tension in your chest. It was reassuring, the way he could offer comfort without saying too much, just being present and understanding in his quiet, angelic way.

"You’re welcome, Y/N", he said softly, that smile lingering. "It’s going to be alright. You’re not alone in this".

You felt a surge of emotion at his words. Cas always had this way of making even the most overwhelming situations seem manageable, like everything was just part of a bigger plan. You were about to face one of the biggest moments of your life, but somehow, in this moment, with Cas standing there, it didn’t feel as impossible as it had before.

“I’m not sure how I’m going to bring it up", you admitted, a hint of nervousness creeping back into your voice. “Dean’s not exactly the best at handling surprises”.

Cas’ small smile grew slightly, an amused glint in his eyes. “True, but he has a way of adapting, especially when it comes to you”.

You chuckled softly, rubbing your hands together nervously. “Yeah, I guess you’re right”.

Cas’ expression grew more serious again as he added, “Dean cares for you deeply. That won’t change, no matter what you tell him tonight”.

You nodded, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “Okay. Tonight”.

You gave him a small, grateful smile and then glanced back toward the kitchen. "We should get back before Dean gets suspicious”.

Cas simply followed your gaze, and with a subtle shift of his posture, you both started making your way back to the kitchen. As you stepped inside, the sound of Jack’s laughter filled the room, and the warmth of the holiday decorations felt a little more comforting now.

Dean immediately looked up from his seat, his green eyes locking onto yours. His brow furrowed slightly, but he smiled, his lips curling into that familiar smirk that always managed to make your heart skip a beat. “Everything good?”, he asked, his voice casual but laced with curiosity.

You smiled back at him, nodding as you returned to your seat next to him. “Yeah, everything’s good”, you said softly, your hand finding his under the table again, needing that connection for just a bit longer.

Dean glanced between you and Cas but didn’t press further. Instead, he squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a gesture of quiet comfort.

The rest of the breakfast carried on with Jack and Sam exchanging stories, Cas chiming in now and then with his calm, straightforward insights. And while the atmosphere was light, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of the conversation that was coming later.

As the day went on, the soft hum of holiday cheer filled the bunker. Jack sat cross-legged on the floor beside you, eagerly helping to wrap the last few presents, his excitement almost palpable as he concentrated on folding the wrapping paper with precision. “Do you think they’ll like them?”, he asked, glancing up at you with wide, hopeful eyes.

You smiled warmly, watching him try his best to mimic the way you wrapped the gifts. “They’ll love them, Jack”, you assured him. “It’s the thought that counts, and you’ve put a lot of thought into these”.

Jack beamed, his joy infectious. “I hope so. I want this Christmas to be perfect”.

As you carefully taped the final gift, your eyes drifted over to Cas, who sat in the corner of the room, staring down at the bright red and green Christmas sweater you’d made him wear earlier in the day. It had a knitted image of a reindeer on it, complete with a blinking red nose, and while the sweater fit him perfectly, Cas looked incredibly out of place.

He tugged slightly at the fabric near his neck, his expression unreadable as he muttered, “This garment feels… unusual”.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly. “It’s supposed to feel a little weird. It’s a Christmas sweater, Cas. They’re meant to be festive, not comfortable”.

Cas raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “I fail to understand how wearing this contributes to the holiday spirit”.

Jack looked up from his wrapping and grinned. “It’s part of the tradition, Castiel. You wear silly clothes, eat too much food, and spend time with the people you care about. That’s the spirit of Christmas”.

Cas glanced at Jack, his confusion softening into contemplation. “I see”, he murmured, his eyes moving down to the blinking reindeer on his chest once more. “It is… rather distracting”.

You chuckled, moving to sit beside him for a moment. “You’re doing great, Cas. You’re embracing the whole Christmas thing, and that’s what counts”.

He nodded slowly, though his fingers continued to tug at the sweater, as if he were still trying to understand its purpose. “I suppose if it makes everyone happy, I can tolerate it for a little while longer”.

Jack beamed at Cas, clearly pleased that he was trying to join in. “It looks good on you, Cas. Really festive!”.

Cas gave a small nod of acknowledgment but looked a little like he’d rather be anywhere else than wearing that sweater. Still, it was a rare moment of levity in their otherwise intense lives, and you were glad to see him at least making an effort.

The day passed peacefully, the bunker filled with laughter and quiet conversation. Sam and Dean had gone out to get the final groceries for dinner, leaving you with some much-needed quiet time to prepare mentally for the conversation you were planning to have later.

Just as you began peeling potatoes for dinner, the sound of Jody’s familiar voice echoed through the bunker, followed by the laughter and chatter of her girls, Claire and Alex.

Cas, Jack, and Sam were quick to step outside to help unload the car. From the doorway, you could see Jack’s enthusiasm, practically bouncing on his heels as they brought in armfuls of presents from the back of Jody’s truck.

You smiled to yourself, grateful for the warmth that filled the bunker today. It wasn’t just the twinkling lights or the soft hum of Christmas music playing in the background; it was the people—this makeshift family that had come together, in all their strange, supernatural, and human ways.

Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you, strong and familiar. Before you could react, Dean’s hands slid around your waist, splaying across your belly as he pressed his body close to yours. His lips found the side of your neck, leaving soft kisses that sent shivers down your spine, making your breath hitch.

“Hey”, he whispered against your skin, his voice low and teasing. “You’ve been running around all day. Figured I’d steal a minute”.

You exhaled, momentarily forgetting about the potatoes as you leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth of his hands spread through you. His fingers brushed against your belly gently, and for a second, a rush of nerves tightened your chest. He didn’t know yet, and his hands were right there, resting over the secret you hadn’t yet shared.

Dean must have felt the shift in your body because he paused, his lips still on your neck but now still. “You okay, sweetheart?”.

You forced a smile, even though your heart raced beneath your chest. “Yeah, just… thinking about everything we have to get done”.

He chuckled, clearly not suspecting anything. “You’ve got this”, he said confidently, his hands giving your stomach a soft squeeze before he moved his lips to your ear. “And later tonight, we’ll make some time for just us. Sound good?”.

Your breath caught again, not from his words but from the weight of what you knew you had to tell him. You turned your head slightly, catching his gaze, trying to steady your nerves. “Yeah”, you whispered. “Later”.

Dean grinned, giving you one more lingering kiss on the neck before pulling back. "You need any help here?", he asked, nodding toward the potatoes you’d been peeling, but before you could answer, Jody stepped into the kitchen with her usual air of confident warmth, followed closely by Alex, both clearly ready to jump in and take over.

Jody smiled as she caught sight of Dean standing so close to you. “I think you’ve got enough on your plate, Dean”, she teased lightly, her eyes sparkling. “Why don’t you let the ladies handle dinner, and you can make yourself useful elsewhere?”.

Dean chuckled, holding up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. You know where to find me if you need the real help”.

Jody rolled her eyes playfully before turning toward you. “Looks like we’ve got things covered in here, Y/N. What do you say we get this show on the road?”.

You gave her a grateful smile as Alex moved to your side, eager to pitch in. "Sounds good to me".

Before Dean could make another comment, Jody pointed toward the door, a mischievous grin on her face. "Dean, why don’t you, Sam, Cas, and Claire set up the tables in the library for dinner? I want it to look nice. You boys can handle a little decorating, can’t you?".

Dean snorted. “Decorating? Uh, sure, we’ll handle it”.

Claire, who had just come in, overheard Jody’s instructions and immediately protested. "Decorating? Seriously, Jody?", she groaned, throwing her hands up dramatically. "You know I’m not exactly the Martha Stewart type".

Jody shot her a mock-serious look. "It’s Christmas, Claire. And you’re part of this family, which means you help".

Claire grumbled under her breath, but the small smile playing at her lips told you she wasn’t really upset.

Dean, hearing her complaints, threw an arm around Claire’s shoulders as they both walked out of the kitchen. “Come on, kid. We’ll make Cas do the heavy lifting. You and I can just supervise”.

Claire smirked, shaking her head but following along anyway, while you could hear Sam and Cas joining in, their voices fading as they headed toward the library.

With the boys and Claire out of the kitchen, the room settled into a comfortable hum as you, Jody, and Alex set to work on dinner. The smell of freshly peeled potatoes filled the air as you and Alex continued prepping, while Jody took command of the oven, expertly sliding in a tray of seasoned vegetables.

“So”, Jody said, glancing at you with a raised eyebrow as she wiped her hands on a towel. “How are you holding up? Got a lot on your mind, I bet”.

You hesitated for a moment, your hand pausing mid-peel, before you nodded. “Yeah… you could say that”.

Jody gave you one of her knowing looks, that calm, motherly intuition she always carried. “Anything you want to talk about?”.

You smiled softly, appreciating the offer, but shook your head. “Not right now. But… thanks, Jody”.

She nodded, not pressing, but you could tell she understood. "Whenever you're ready".

Alex, sensing the shift in conversation, changed the subject, her voice bright as she asked about dessert ideas. The easy banter and lighthearted chatter that followed made you feel a little more grounded, and soon, the rhythm of preparing the Christmas feast fell into place, calming your nerves.

As you worked alongside Jody and Alex, you could hear occasional bursts of laughter coming from the library, a sure sign that the boys—and Claire—were enjoying their task despite the initial complaints. You couldn’t help but smile, imagining the chaos they were creating while attempting to set up the dinner tables.

Tonight was still hanging over you, but for now, you allowed yourself to enjoy the moment. The warmth, the laughter, the love that filled the bunker—it was all the reassurance you needed. Whatever came next, you’d face it surrounded by the people who had become your family.

Two hours later, the whole group was gathered around the large table in the library, now decorated with Christmas lights and a mix of festive table settings. Laughter and conversation filled the room, creating a warm, comforting atmosphere that made the bunker feel more like a real home. The scent of roasted vegetables, savory meat, and freshly baked bread wafted through the air as everyone dug into the Christmas dinner you had all worked so hard to prepare.

You sat between Dean and Sam, your plate in front of you looking more full than it should, considering the slight wave of nausea that had settled over you. Despite your best efforts, eating wasn’t coming as easily as you’d hoped. It was frustrating, really—you felt like you were starving, but every bite seemed to turn heavy the moment it hit your stomach. Still, you kept a huge smile plastered across your face, determined to enjoy the moment.

As Jody regaled the group with stories from her last Christmas with Claire and Alex, everyone at the table was engaged, laughing and reacting to her animated storytelling. Claire rolled her eyes playfully at some of the more embarrassing details, but there was no denying the affection in her gaze as she listened to Jody.

“And then”, Jody continued, gesturing wildly with her fork, “Claire decided it would be a great idea to chop down her own Christmas tree—without telling me. She borrowed my axe and came back with this tiny, crooked thing. Looked like Charlie Brown’s tree on a bad day”.

Everyone erupted in laughter, Claire groaning dramatically as she covered her face with her hands. “It wasn’t that bad!”, she protested, but the grin on her face betrayed her.

Alex chimed in, laughing, “Oh, it was that bad. You’re lucky it didn’t fall over on us while we were decorating it”.

Dean chuckled beside you, shaking his head. “Sounds like Claire and I would’ve gotten along just fine as kids”.

“Of course you would”, Sam said, rolling his eyes. “Mischief attracts mischief”.

You laughed along with them, though you could feel your stomach turning slightly as you pushed some mashed potatoes around your plate. Dean, ever observant, glanced at you between bites, his eyes narrowing slightly in concern.

“Hey”, he said quietly, leaning in so only you could hear. “You okay? You’ve barely touched your food”.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you offered him a reassuring smile, though you could tell he wasn’t completely convinced. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… not as hungry as I thought I’d be”.

Dean studied you for a moment, his hand resting gently on your knee under the table. He didn’t press further, though, which you appreciated. Instead, he gave your leg a soft squeeze before turning back to the conversation, his worry still lingering just beneath the surface.

As the evening went on, you focused on the stories and laughter around you, feeling the love and joy that filled the room. Jack, seated between Cas and Sam, was practically glowing with excitement, his eyes wide as he listened intently to each person who spoke, soaking in the warmth of the holiday spirit like it was something magical.

Occasionally, you managed a few bites of food, but the queasiness never quite went away. Still, the happiness of the evening made it easier to push the discomfort aside. Jody’s stories continued, one after another, each more hilarious than the last, and soon the entire table was in fits of laughter.

“I swear”, Jody said, wiping a tear from her eye as she finished another tale, “Christmas with these girls is never boring. If it’s not Claire taking an axe to a tree, it’s Alex burning cookies in the oven”.

Alex gasped in mock offense. “That was one time, Jody!”.

Sam grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Sounds like a Winchester Christmas, alright”.

Dean chuckled, but his attention shifted to you again, his hand still resting gently on your leg. He shot you a quick glance, as if making sure you were really okay, but before he could say anything, Jody changed the subject, pulling him back into the conversation.

For now, you kept your smile in place, the weight of your secret heavy in your heart.

The mood in the library was warm and festive as everyone gathered around the Christmas tree, glowing with twinkling lights. The bunker’s cold, utilitarian vibe had completely transformed into something that resembled a cozy family living room. Armchairs and smaller couches were draped around the tree, but despite the available space, Dean pulled you into his lap, grinning as he wrapped an arm around your waist, claiming you as his own little piece of Christmas comfort.

“Gotta save space, right?”, Dean teased, giving you a playful squeeze. You settled into him, your nerves still fluttering as you kept the small, tightly wrapped frame in your hands. You felt the solid weight of the secret within, the truth you were about to share, but you kept it to yourself for now, waiting for the right moment.

On the floor in front of the tree, Jack sat cross-legged, his eyes bright with excitement as he carefully picked up gifts, handing them out with the eagerness of a kid on Christmas morning. Sam sat nearby, his legs stretched out in front of him as he watched the scene with a fond smile. Claire and Alex were already ripping into their presents, while Jody smiled from the armchair, enjoying the chaos that had taken over the normally quiet bunker.

Dean, of course, had his focus on you, even as he tore into the gifts Jack handed him. His laughter filled the room as he opened a box from Sam containing a brand-new set of tools. “Knew I could count on you for the practical stuff”, Dean joked, giving Sam a wink.

You smiled softly, watching Dean enjoy the moment, but your heart raced as the small frame in your hands grew heavier. You could feel the ultrasound picture inside, the words Littlest Winchester written across the frame. You had thought about this moment a hundred times, imagined how it would go, but now that you were here, sitting on Dean’s lap, surrounded by the people you loved, you felt a knot of anxiety tighten in your chest.

Jack continued handing out gifts, his excitement infectious as he passed a wrapped present to Cas, who opened it slowly, carefully peeling away the paper. Dean’s hands, however, rested lightly on your hips, and you could feel his attention shifting back to you between each gift. He was smiling, but there was something in his eyes, like he knew something was on your mind.

Dean leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “You alright, sweetheart? You’ve been a little quiet”.

You nodded quickly, trying to keep the nervousness out of your voice. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… waiting for the right moment”.

Dean’s eyebrows rose slightly, but he didn’t press you further. Instead, he turned his attention back to the last few gifts Jack was handing out. But you could feel his curiosity piqued—he knew something was up, but he was giving you space.

Finally, all the presents were opened, and the room was filled with the sounds of laughter, wrapping paper scattered across the floor. Dean leaned back, his arm still securely around your waist as he admired the various gifts he had received. “This was a damn good Christmas”, he said, his voice content. “You outdid yourself this year”.

You smiled, your heart pounding in your chest as you held the small frame tighter in your hands. This was it. The right moment had arrived, and there was no turning back now.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly shifted in Dean’s lap, turning to face him slightly. “Dean”, you started softly, your voice barely above a whisper, “I have one more gift for you”.

His eyes lit up with curiosity as he tilted his head. “Another one? You’re spoiling me, sweetheart”.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle over you. With trembling hands, you passed him the small, neatly wrapped frame. Dean looked down at it, his brow furrowing slightly as he took it from you, clearly sensing the significance behind it.

His fingers brushed against the wrapping paper as he tore it open, his usual playful smirk giving way to something more serious as he carefully peeled back the layers. When the frame finally emerged, his eyes immediately dropped to the image inside.

Dean froze.

His hand tightened around the frame, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes locked onto the ultrasound picture. The words Littlest Winchester written across the top of the frame seemed to echo in the air between you. For a moment, everything else in the room faded away—Jack’s chatter, Claire’s teasing, even the warm glow of the Christmas tree seemed to disappear as Dean stared at the image in front of him.

His voice, when it finally came, was rough, barely a whisper. “Is this…?”.

Dean’s world seemed to stop as he stared at the ultrasound picture, his breath hitching in his throat. His eyes wide with disbelief and something else—something deeper, rawer. Right now, in this moment, it was as if the rest of the room had faded away. It was just you and him.

You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, but you couldn’t meet his eyes. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of nerves and anticipation swirling inside of you. You bit your lip, your fingers trembling as you twisted them together anxiously in your lap. How would he react? This wasn’t planned. Hell, you’d been on the pill, doing everything right, and yet somehow this happened.

You had known that Dean always wanted kids, deep down. You had seen it in the way he looked at families whenever you passed them on the road, in the rare quiet moments when he let his guard down and talked about what could have been. But with his lifestyle—your lifestyle—it always seemed like an impossible dream. The topic had always been brushed off, a “what if” too dangerous to entertain.

Now, it wasn’t a “what if” anymore. It was real. It was happening. And you were terrified of how he might respond.

Tears welled in your eyes, your vision blurring as you nodded slowly, unable to find the strength to look at him. You stared down at your hands, twisting your fingers together as the silence stretched on, the tension in the air thick enough to choke on.

“I—I didn’t know… I was on the pill. I don’t know how this happened, but… it did”, you whispered, your voice trembling as the tears spilled over.

You wiped at your eyes, trying to steady your breathing. “I’m scared. I don’t know what this means for us, for everything. I just… I know it’s not what we planned, and I don’t know how you feel about it…”.

Your voice trailed off, overwhelmed by the enormity of what was happening. You didn’t dare look up at him, afraid of what you might see in his eyes—afraid that the dream you hadn’t let yourself believe in might come crashing down.

But then, after what felt like an eternity, you felt Dean’s hand move from the frame. His fingers found yours, gently prying your hands apart and wrapping them in his. His touch was warm, grounding you, and with that simple gesture, your heart clenched.

“Sweetheart”, Dean’s voice was low, thick with emotion as he finally spoke, and you could hear the slight tremble in it. He reached up, his hand cupping your cheek, gently wiping away a tear with his thumb. “Look at me”.

You hesitated, but the softness in his voice, the warmth in his touch, made you brave enough to lift your gaze to meet his. When you finally did, the sight of his eyes—wide, filled with awe and love, and glistening with unshed tears—took your breath away.

“You’re pregnant”, he whispered, like he was trying to wrap his mind around the reality of it. “We’re having a baby”.

The corners of his mouth twitched as if he wanted to smile but was still too overwhelmed to fully let it through. His eyes searched yours, trying to gauge everything you were feeling, trying to make sense of this new reality.

You nodded again, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah, Dean. We’re having a baby”.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. His hand still rested on your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin, grounding you both in this new, terrifying, and beautiful reality.

And then, suddenly, Dean let out a shaky breath, his lips curving into the kind of smile you had rarely seen from him—one of pure, unfiltered joy. A small laugh escaped him, as if the weight of the world had just been lifted from his shoulders.

��We’re having a baby”, he repeated, this time with more conviction, his voice filled with wonder. “Holy crap”.

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you tightly, holding you as if he never wanted to let go. You could feel the way his heart was racing, how overwhelmed and overjoyed he was, and it made the tears spill from your eyes all over again.

“I love you”, Dean murmured into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “God, I love you so much. I don’t care how it happened, I don’t care about the rest. This—this is the best damn Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten”.

You let out a sob of relief, burying your face into his chest as you held onto him, your fingers gripping his shirt as you let the emotions wash over you. All the fear, the anxiety, the uncertainty—it all melted away in his embrace.

Dean kissed the top of your head, holding you close as you both stayed like that for a long moment. Finally, you pulled back slightly, looking up at him, your face wet with tears, but your heart lighter than it had been in weeks.

“Are you… are you really okay with this?”, you asked softly, still needing to hear it, still needing that final reassurance.

Dean’s eyes softened as he leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. “More than okay”, he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “I’ve never been more okay with anything in my life”.

Dean pulled you in even tighter, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tender kiss that carried all the emotion he couldn’t quite put into words. His hand cradled the back of your head as if to ground both of you in the moment, making you feel safe, loved, and cherished. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath shaky but filled with happiness.

Without even glancing away from you, Dean blindly handed the framed ultrasound to Sam, who had been watching the two of you closely. “Hey, Sammy, check this out”, Dean muttered, his voice still thick with awe and emotion.

Sam took the frame gingerly, his brow furrowing in confusion at first as he glanced down. But when he saw what was in his hands, his expression shifted, his eyes widening in shock as he realized what he was looking at. “Holy crap”, Sam whispered, his voice echoing Dean’s earlier reaction.

The room, which had grown quiet as everyone observed the moment between you and Dean, suddenly erupted in soft gasps and murmurs as Sam held up the frame for everyone to see.

Jody’s eyes lit up with a wide smile, and her hand flew to her mouth in surprise. Claire and Alex exchanged looks, their usual tough exteriors softening into grins. Jack, sitting cross-legged on the floor, beamed, his face lighting up with pure joy. Even Cas, who had been quietly observing from the corner, allowed a rare smile to spread across his face, understanding the gravity of the moment.

Dean’s hand never left yours, his eyes locked on you as if he still couldn’t believe what was happening. “We’re really doing this”, he whispered softly, his voice full of love and a hint of disbelief.

You nodded, unable to stop the tears from flowing again, though this time they were tears of relief, happiness, and excitement for the future. “Yeah, we are”.

Sam, still holding the frame, finally found his voice again. “Dude, this is… this is incredible”. he said, his voice cracking slightly as he looked between you and Dean, his eyes misting over with pride. “I’m gonna be an uncle”.

Jody stood from her seat, stepping forward with a huge smile. “You two are going to be amazing parents”, she said warmly, her eyes shining with happiness. “This kid is already so loved”.

Claire let out a dramatic sigh from across the room, but there was no mistaking the affection in her tone. “Great, another Winchester to look after”, she teased with a smirk. “Just what we needed”.

Alex nudged Claire, rolling her eyes but laughing along. “Like you wouldn’t be first in line to babysit”.

Dean’s hand slowly wandered over your stomach, resting there as if he was already bonding with the little life growing inside you. He kept you close, his thumb lightly brushing your belly in a gentle, unconscious motion, and it sent a warmth through your entire body.

Then he looked over at Claire with that classic Dean Winchester smirk, teasingly raising an eyebrow. “Oh, you better believe you’re first in line for babysitting, Claire. You and Alex. It’s a Winchester tradition—gotta get you trained up for the dirty work early”.

Claire rolled her eyes dramatically, but her smile gave her away. “Yeah, right. I can already see it now—Dean and Y/N sneak out for a ‘quick hunt’ and I’m stuck with diaper duty”.

Dean chuckled, his eyes lighting up with amusement. “That’s the spirit! You’ll be a pro in no time, kid”.

Alex laughed from beside her, nudging Claire again. “Face it, Claire, you’re going to be Auntie Claire before you know it”.

Claire’s expression softened slightly, her tough exterior cracking just a little. “Yeah, well… I’ll do it, but only for the kid. Not for you, Dean”, she teased, crossing her arms.

Dean grinned, squeezing you closer as he shot Claire a wink. “Fair enough”.

Jack, who had been quietly observing with wide eyes, piped up from his spot on the floor. “I can help, too! I’ll keep the baby entertained, maybe teach them some… cool tricks”.

The entire room burst into laughter at that, and Dean’s hand squeezed your belly a little more, pulling you back into his chest with a look of mock concern. “Whoa, whoa, Jack. No angelic tricks around the baby just yet. We’re gonna need to stick with the basics first—like peek-a-boo, not teleporting”.

Jack nodded seriously, though the excitement in his eyes didn’t dim. “Right. No teleporting. Got it”.

Sam, still holding the framed ultrasound, smiled warmly as he watched the whole exchange, his gaze eventually landing back on you and Dean. “This kid’s going to be surrounded by more love—and more chaos—than it´ll know what to do with”.

Dean’s eyes softened as he met Sam’s gaze, the weight of the moment settling in once again. “Yeah”, he agreed, his voice quieter, more serious now. “That’s what family’s for, right?”.

You could feel Dean’s arm tighten around you protectively, and you leaned into him, feeling the overwhelming love and joy radiating from him. For so long, the idea of having a family seemed like an impossible dream for both of you, something that had been pushed aside in the face of all the danger and uncertainty. But now, sitting here surrounded by the people you loved, the dream was real.

Dean glanced down at you, his hand still resting protectively over your stomach, his expression softening into something deeper. “We’re really doing this”, he repeated, more to himself than anyone else, his eyes shining with quiet wonder.

You nodded, your hand resting on top of his as you smiled through your tears. “Yeah, Dean. We are”.

And in that moment, surrounded by your family and the warm glow of Christmas lights, everything felt right—like you were exactly where you were supposed to be. The future, as uncertain as it always seemed, felt full of hope and love. And as Dean held you close, his hand never leaving your belly, you knew that no matter what came next, you’d face it together.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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[tortureddarkstar]

✩ WHITE XMAS

IM DREAMING OF A WHITE CHRISTMAS / / JUST LIKE THE ONES I USED TO KNOW

DEAN WINCHESTER X ANGEL!READER

MINORS DNI.

✩ BACK TO… NOURA’S CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

summary: christmas in heaven was spectacular compared to earth, dean was determined to bring that beauty to the bunker

warnings: fluff!!!! kissing, littlest amount of angst

inspired by: white xmas- sabrina carpenter

dean winchester would watch you all day if he could. his pure-as-snow angel, spinning in the snow of the machine he’d procured for the holidays.

dean noticed you were extra quiet during the christmas season, you stared more often out the window and not at him, you spent more time outside and wandering around heavens gateways. when he asked castiel about this sudden change in behaviour, the answer was not one dean was prepared for.

“she mourns heaven. her time there, especially during this season.” he’d told the hunter, monotonous as ever, however his eyes told dean all he needed to know.

dean couldn’t let his angel, the purest light in his life not be happy during one of his favourite times of the year. so, he set out to make your first official christmas on earth and with the winchester’s the best ever.

he found a snow machine, got the biggest tree that could fit in the bunker and piled as many gifts that could fit underneath it. all to see that smile grace your face once again.

you got out of bed on christmas morning to a certain emptiness where dean would usually lay. you never slept, but noticed that dean slept better with you there, so for the better half of the year, you’d been ‘sleeping’ in his room.

“dean?” you called out, wandering out of deans room and into the maze-like hallway of the bunker. you had forgone pants during the night since the bunker was usually at a comfortable temperature, yet you felt a small shiver as you sought out your lover.

“in here, sweetheart!” he replied. it sounded as if he was near the foyer of the bunker, where you felt it was coldest.

“dean, the bunker isn’t usually this cold-“ you had cut yourself off to take in the sight before you- a flurry of what appeared to be snow, falling on top of probably the largest tree you’d seen in your millions of years. dean had decorated it with baubles and tinsel, white as the snow that fell around you both, but left the top empty.

“dean, what is this?” the smile he adored had returned to adorn your face, even brighter than ever as you twirled around, laughing and taking in the snowglobe he’d built for you.

“merry christmas, dove.” dean moved closer to you, one hand loose around your waist and the other cradling your face, bringing you in for a feather-light kiss.

“merry christmas, dean.” you beamed. you leaned back to feel him place a dove shaped tree-topper in your hand, as if your smile couldn’t get bigger.

to be loved, is to be seen. and dean saw you, feathers and all.

a/n: yay!! my christmas special is done!!! for someone who doesn’t even celebrate this was crazy lol. i just love the holiday season. anyway!!!! this was super fun, love you all lots

-n x

[storiesforallfandoms]

Masterlist 3!

Here’s the third masterlist for all of my works! If you want to check out more of my work, here’s the links for masterlist one and masterlist two Imagines marked * are smutty imagines! Imagines marked ` are requests! Imagines marked ⭐ are personal favorites!

IMAGINES

STRANGER THINGS small ~ jim hopper` dance with me ~ eddie munson ⭐ starry night ~ steve harrington* (part five) ⭐ at the hip ~ steve harrington` ⭐ triple date ~ steve harrington (part six) ⭐ the freak ~ steve harrington (part seven) ⭐ oblivious ~ eddie munson ⭐ jason doesn’t know ~ eddie munson ⭐ this is music ~ eddie munson` ⭐

SUPERNATURAL strange human feelings ~ castiel` cleaning ~ dean winchester`

HANNIBAL into fiction` sob story ~ hannibal lecter

THE BOYS obsession ~ billy butcher* ⭐ herogasm ~ soldier boy* ⭐ alone on christmas ~ billy butcher can’t get too close ~ billy butcher ⭐ change in a heartbeat ~ billy butcher ⭐ the bad room ~ homelander ⭐

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY life father ~ diego hargreeves` rescue mission ~ klaus hargreeves’ ⭐

THE LAST OF US (HBO) friendly neighbors ~ joel miller ⭐ too sweet ~ joel miller

BARRY attraction ~ barry berkman` treat him better ~ barry berkman

AMERICAN HORROR STORY late night sins ~ xavier plympton (1984)*`

VICTORIOUS lost dog ~ tori vega` junker ~ beck oliver

HEMLOCK GROVE i don’t ever wanna see you with him ~ roman godfrey ⭐

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES roses are red ~ damon salvatore` ⭐

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH captive ~ blackbeard/ed teach ⭐

PEAKY BLINDERS moved on ~ thomas shelby

FUTURE MAN winner ~ josh futturman* ⭐

GAME OF THRONES littlest lion ~ oberyn martell (part one) ⭐ freedom ~ oberyn martell (part two) ⭐

THE WITCHER destiny ~ geralt of rivia

DOCTOR WHO looks of a princess ~ eleventh doctor ⭐

BRIDGERTON by the lake ~ benedict bridgerton

HEMLOCK GROVE important buisness ~ roman godfrey* ⭐

THE GENTLEMEN the assistant ~ raymond smith ⭐

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN spirit of nature ~ jack sparrow`

THE MAZE RUNNER i’ll keep you safe ~ newt`

MARVEL how things are now ~ marc spector and steven grant` ⭐ kneel ~ loki* the most wonderful time ~ bucky barnes fast ~ pietro maximoff ⭐ shared trauma ~ logan howlett making amends ~ bucky barnes

1917 early morning ~ will schofield*`

THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT happy birthday ~ javi gutierrez ⭐

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S i need someone older ~ william afton ⭐ the ice cream girl ~ mike schmidt

SALTBURN new toy ~ felix catton ⭐ partners ~ oliver quick ⭐

THE SANTA CLAUSE santa’s sister-in-law ~ bernard the elf

8 MILE one of the guys ~ jimmy smith jr ⭐

THE FALL GUY the space cowboy and the pa ~ tom ryder

A QUIET PLACE i’d find you in any life ~ eric ⭐

GLADIATOR II betrothed ~ emperor geta ⭐

DON’T WORRY DARLING a perfect world ~ jack chambers ⭐

PETE DAVIDSON your gift` favoritism`

HARRY STYLES the perfect tree a star in the making` sleepy head`

MACHINE GUN KELLY baby mama` ⭐ my queen*` getting your attention*` all the mistakes` not what it looks like` can’t keep doing this*`

EMINEM may the best artist win*` too close for comfort` ⭐ when it’s wrong but it feels right` in the dressing room*` he’s acting different` we have to stop meeting like this` every inch*` let’s surprise the world` i’m sorry i let you down` public service announcement`

GOODGUYFITZ wake up call*`

CORPSE HUSBAND letting go` they forgot` ⭐

ASHTON IRWIN home life` cover me*`

CONAN GRAY pushing`

MATTHEW LILLARD accidental drunk confessions` an out there request (w/ skeet ulrich)*`

JOHNNY KNOXVILLE feeling good*`

ALEX TURNER more than a song*` ⭐

BO BURNHAM can’t handle this right now ⭐ look at me*`

KRISTEN STEWART special customer`

TARON EGERTON he already has my approval ⭐

ROBERT PATTINSON my favorite superhero

GERARD WAY good girl*`

GWILYM LEE history repeats itself`

RYAN GOSLING play date`

JOSEPH QUINN bad idea, right? ⭐ icdiwabh ⭐

RANBOO fluffy haired gamer boy`

JACOB ELORDI height advantage`

MOTLEY CRUE she is mine ~ mick mars`

CHRIS EVANS not used to normal` ⭐

SWAGGERSOULS our next step`

JSCHLATT too far ⭐ the hotel room* ⭐ a winter night at rockefeller

JOHNNY DEPP just for us`

TRAVIS BARKER the parent trap`

SKEET ULRICH an out there request (w/ matthew lillard)*`

DAMIEN HAAS our own after party

SHIPS

family reunion ~ hermione granger x draco malfoy` another man in a red suit ~ deadpool x spider-man ⭐

HEADCANONS

showing pedro pascal fan edits ⭐ sitting on jschlatt’s lap ⭐ surprising ted and tucker during chuckle sandwich (jschlatt) billy butcher’s secret pleasure ⭐

NSFW ALPHABET

rook (jp capellette)*` eddie munson* ⭐ billy butcher* ⭐

[artyandink]

Let’s Hype People Up

I feel like it’s necessary to do this, I think. Cause I’ve been on multiple platforms and people don’t necessarily get the hyping up that they need. So I’m gonna list what I LOVE about some writers’ work as no pressure tags and see if we can keep it going and hype as many writers as possible. Because let’s be honest, we all need it.

@deanbrainrotwritings - Your characterisation is something I haven’t really seen before, and it’s absolutely brilliant. All of your readers stay true to their personalities and you’ve written some really differing situations and they work. Your writing is so amazing and the description detail is something I aspire to reach. You find ways to shape and write things in a way that really hits home or makes a clear visual and it’s really helpful for people with active imaginations (like me).

@zepskies - How you structure a story and focus on the little, intricate details. You have references and you take inspiration from as many places as possible and that’s what shapes your stories so well. This applies to everyone - you know how the characters you’re writing for act to the T and it’s crazy good. Your storylines are so detailed and well planned and it really shows with how fast you can crank out chapters. You know how you’re supposed to write and you stay true to that style and format.

@dean-winchester-is-a-warrior - The amount of research that you do going into a fic. Where Things Learned and Things Unlearned is concerned, you did an incredible amount of research, cause I’m a history buff and all of what you put in is accurate to the time period. Description, setting, storyline, it’s all so well written. You can adapt your characters to any situation and it amazes me, as well as your ability to change the manner of speaking to the time period but still make it sound like the character itself. I could go on and on, really, and it wouldn’t be enough.

@rizlowwritessortof - Your effect on the reader (in my personal opinion) it’s so subtly written but it’s incredibly powerful. Like it’s the strongest impact by the littlest thing (pressure equation, don’t kill me but it reminds me of it) and reading your work, even some of the smallest mannerisms that you put in there, whether it be in the speech, repeating something or going subtle and then packing a punch at the end- it’s addictive to me. I can’t stop reading it.

Alright, here’s my hyping up done! If you guys want to hype other writers, go ahead and do anyone you want!

Arty 💜

[lizardsfromspace]

One of the most enduring mythical archetypes is that of the wandering hero: a hero to varying degrees, but always an traveler, always an adventurer, always traveling whether by choice or misfortune. To each culture one is assigned: in ancient times a wayward sailor, such as Odysseus or Sinbad. In modern times the traveler comes in many guises. In Britain, the traveler is the Doctor, the two-hearted alien bearing many faces and a screwdriver, and going about in a blue police box. In Canada, the traveler is the Littlest Hobo, a well-meaning canine who sniffs out danger, but never a home. The same fundamental myth, the same fundamental force of the cosmos, which too wears many faces, many hearts.

In America our incarnation of the immortal traveler is Sam and Dean Winchester and we just have to fucking live with that, I GUESS.

[mithrilwren]

AO3 Fic Meme

Thank you to @thetragicallynerdy for tagging me!! This was a good pick-me-up after being sick in bed the last few days.

Rules: go to your AO3 account and find the following:

What ratings do you write most of your fics under?

Explicit (0), Teen & up (32), Mature (5), Gen (34), Not Rated (3)

(I think every fic I've ever rated Explicit I've since deleted haha, but a few did exist at some point!)

What are your top three fandoms?

Critical Role (35)

Supernatural (15)

Tie between One Piece and Haikyuu!! (3)

What is the top character you write about?

Caleb Widogast (19)

What are your top three pairings?

Caleb Widogast/Essek Thelyss (12)

Caduceus Clay/Fjord (7)

Castiel/Dean Winchester (5)

What are the top three additional tags?

Developing Relationship (19)

Angst (17)

Pining (10)

Does any of this surprise you?

Mostly not! The additional tags definitely make sense, and I don't tend to write a lot of smut nowadays so the ratings definitely track. I think the only thing that really caught me off guard is that the top character I've written about is Caleb, but then I saw my top pairing and suddenly it made more sense haha. Since they weren't my longest fics, I tend to forget how many shadowgast oneshots I wrote!

Tagging @the-littlest-goblin, @saturdaysky, and @okiedoketm if any of you guys feel like doing it, and anyone else who sees this and wants to consider yourself tagged!

[k1dd0-t1mes]

Dean Winchester is the littlest boy.

[cuddleswinchester]

Charles & Honoria, things you said over the phone // OR things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

Thank you so much for this one!! I went for the phone option :)

Charles is spared five minutes from OR. He sent ahead a wire to ensure Honoria would be home at the intended time. Of course, he didn’t realize he would be operating, but he could have assumed it with the way his luck has been lately. But Potter knows the nature of the call is important, and grants him the break. He needs to ask a favor for his newest, littlest bunkmate, before they resort to surrendering her to the monks.

Charles stares down at his watch, urgently retrieved from the scrub room purely for this task. Two precious minutes and forty-five seconds pass while Klinger tries to patch the call through to Boston on an increasingly long route. He peels off his gloves and throws them in the bin under Potter’s desk. There’s blood on his gown - on the cuff, on the belly - even a bit on his mask, which he has loosened to rest at his chest. He’s trying to trace each drop and each smudge back to their respective patients but it’s all kind of a blur. Then Klinger jolts up in his chair.

“Is this Miss Honoria Winchester?” Klinger asks, and tosses his hands up, ecstatic. He must’ve gotten a ‘yes.’

Panicking, Charles snatches the phone from his hand, nods in place of thanking him… Klinger whispers ‘good luck’ anyway.

“Hello, Honoria,” he sounds like a songbird. “I’m pleased to hear your voice.”

Klinger stays by the door. It’s a rare treat to hear the Major like this.

“Regrettably, I don’t have much time,” Charles goes on. “Yes. Yes, all of the details in the telegram… that is all we know about her. Yes. My name in every relevant field. Never mind my rep— Precisely... Oh, clever, I adore you. I knew one of our fraternities would come through. Well, in my case, I’m the most fortunate brother in the world.”

Klinger wants to ask exactly what web they’re weaving, but time is precious. He leans in, trying to overhear the other half of the conversation, but the connection must be poor, choppy.

“Airfare is no concern,” she says. “Th-th- thank you for… informing m-me of her.”

Charles thinks of the little girl, abandoned by her mother, without a roof over her head. Between their church and the rotary club and the debs’ charitable work, the paperwork should not be a problem. Is there room in all of that for love?

“Yes, I… I was compelled to, I’m sure you understand.”

“I do.”

“I have to go. Goodbye, and thank you.”

He hangs up on the five minute mark exactly, and looks up at Klinger.

“I told you, I would do anything for that little girl,” Charles says, and that is the end of his explanation.

[xxsovereignsarayaxx]

Detox

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2552

Warning ⚠️ Mentions of drug misuse, if you trigger by this I'm sorry but this fic isn't for you. Why not try one of these?

Living the life as a hunter was difficult but hey who said it was ever easy? Constantly on the road living in and out of motels never really staying anywhere long enough to plant your roots so to speak. Eating either greasy diner food or takeout, can’t really remember that last time you had a home cooked meal. But the one thing you could always guarantee was that fact that your family always had your back, loved and cared about you. Sure you would fall out over the littlest thing but when it came down to it they were there when you needed them.

You were there when Dean went to hell, you tried to help Sam even if he didn’t want your help. You helped Dean detox Sam off the demon blood. Was there every step of trying to stop the 66 seals from being broken. You helped Bobby adjust to being in a wheelchair. And you knew that there would be countless more situations when you would help your family and your family would help you, because family doesn’t end in blood.

And because family doesn't end in blood Dean had probably one of the hardest battles he would have faced to date. You, Dean and Sam were clearing demons from a town. The job was meant to be simple clear out the demons, save the town ect. But like always things didn't go to plan. Yes the three of you did eventually end the lives of the demons but at the cost of you getting thrown out of a second storey window. Your body sprawled out on the roof of a car, the shape distorted and shards of glass littered all around. You don’t quite remember much but you remembered the excruciating pain just about everywhere and then you slipped into unconsciousness.

The sound of monitors and beeping woke you, slowly opening your eyes. Blinking a few times to get adjusted to the glaring hospital lights. You felt light as a feather but heavy at the same time, slowly blinking adjusting to the harsh glare of the hospital light you saw Dean asleep in the chair next to the hospital bed. He looked like he had been here for days and not moved, the stubble had grown thick on his face and you could just make out the bags under his eyes. You weakly reached out to him, just noticing that your arm was hooked up to god knows what.

You tried to speak, but the breathing tube placed down your throat to help you breathe prevented it.

But Dean sensing your movement shot up from his slouched position in the chair, you could really now see how sleep deprived he had been.

“Hey sweetheart, you had me worried there for a second. Didn’t think I’d get to see those gorgeous eyes again.” He said with tears welling up in his already red eyes.

He reached out to your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’ll be right back, baby.”

Moments later and nurses and doctors came, it all was a blur. The breathing tube was taken out and replaced by nasal oxygen, within 30 minutes after your stats had settled Dean was allowed back into the room. He was talking to the nurse before coming to sit back down.

You let out a pained chuckle. “Can’t… get rid of me that easily.” You started, but you immediately started coughing.

Worried Dean reached out and picked up the water jug and poured a cup of water and held it to your lips. “Come on baby, take a sip. It’ll help with your throat.”

The steady flow of water made its way down your throat, and you welcomed it. The dry scratchiness seemed to disappear for a second, but then the relentless coughing started again. Not wanting you to choke, Dean removed the cup and set it back down onto the table.

When the coughing subsided. You rested your head back on your pillow.

“How…Long…Was…I…Out?” you asked, taking steady slow breaths, not wanting the coughing to start again.

“About two weeks. I didn’t think you were going to wake up, you had me worried sweetheart.” Dean replied.

“What…Was…The damage?”

“The fall caused your right leg to basically shatter, docs put in several metal pins to put it back together. You’ve got a few broken ribs and damaged the lower part of your spine. They were surprised you survived the fall, you took a nasty knock to your head.” Dean explained.

After you had woken up in the hospital you insisted to the doctors that you wanted to get discharged and go home, they tried to insist that you stay and even tried to reason with Dean but anywhere was better than being confined to a bed, Dean objected at first and agreed with the doctors but knowing your personality and your stubbornness he supported you. At the end of the day, home was wherever Dean and Sam were.

So after getting discharged, Dean was wheeling you through the hospital in a wheelchair. Crutches in between your legs, you were looking forward to just getting out of the building and into the fresh air. You never liked the sterile smell that came hand in hand with hospitals.

Fast forward 6 months…

You were able to manage the pain for the first few weeks thanks to the medication the doctors had prescribed. But once the pain meds ran out, you turned to alcohol. And when alcohol no longer helped you turned to something a little stronger. You did your best to hide what you were doing, you knew it was wrong but it was the only thing that helped.

You were back on your feet, still suffering with the pain in your back and right leg. Anything that involved climbing or high impact caused immense pain to shoot throughout your body.

You grew up in a household of addicts, it was all you ever knew. At the age of fourteen you swore to yourself you would never walk down the same path as your parents, by the age of eighteen and living on the streets you broke your own promise to yourself. Losing your older brother was the sole reason you got clean, which then led to you meeting Dean and becoming a hunter.

You remembered the high, remembering the feeling of weightlessness and right now you wanted. No you needed to feel that again just for a little to get the pain to stop.

Both Dean and Sam were out of the motel just grabbing some food for a diner. You knew you would have plenty of time to get just enough to last for a couple of days. You called for a cab wanting to head into town. You knew all the wrong areas to get that sweet relief in the form of white powder.

Another day, another case. You, Sam and Dean were currently having a pit-stop at Bobby’s needing his massive collection of lore books to get information for the monster you were hunting. Limping through to the kitchen you headed to the fridge to grab a beer.

“How are you feeling baby?” Dean asked, coming up behind you. Doing his usual affection of putting his large hands in your back pockets.

“Pain is a little more intense today, but I’ll manage.” You sighed, twisting the cap off the bottle of beer.

Taking a swig. “I might go lie down, I didn’t sleep too great.”

“Alright baby, we’ll all still be here when you wake up.

Unknowing to you, Dean had actually pulled out something from your pocket.

Dean watched as you slowly limped back to the couch, he opened up his palm which revealed a small slightly crumpled clear plastic baggy that had a faint trace of white powder. He knew your past and your addiction, he was now saddened to learn that you had slipped back into the clutches of the very same drug that took the life of your brother.

Grabbing his own beer from the fridge, he untwisted the cap and almost downed the bottle. He went outside and headed towards his other baby. The impala shone in the bright sunlight, and he lent against her trunk. Around five minutes later, he was joined by his younger brother, who brought another bottle of beer. Finishing his bottle, he reached out for the second.

The brothers stood in silence until Dean spoke up.

“She’s using again.” Dean said, his voice sounding defeated.

“What? Are you sure?” Sam stuttered, shocked at the news his brother had told him.

“This proof enough for you?” Dean replied, showing Sam the baggy he had lifted from your pocket.

“I thought she was past all that?”

“The fall had more damage than we thought, obviously she’s not coping with the pain, but this isn’t the way to deal with it.”

“I should have noticed sooner, I had a suspicion before but… I don’t know, man.” Dean continued.

“Well… We know now.” Sam started.

You woke from your nap to hear the boys in the basement. Sitting up you stretched your aching joints and got up from the couch. Taking your time you took one step at a time. The old wooden stairs creaked with every step you took.

“What are you guys looking for? I heard your clattering from all the way upstairs?” You started as you stepped foot in Bobby’s homemade panic room.

Next thing you knew the iron door slammed shut, revealing Dean.

“What the hell?…”

“I could be asking you the same thing, sweetheart.” Dean replied in a gruff voice.

“Excuse me?”

“Baby, we need to talk.” Dean said his voice slightly softened, headed over to the metal framed bed with the uncomfortable mattress. He patted his hand for you to sit next to him.

Hesitantly, you sat next to him.

“What the hell is going on Dean? Why are we in Bobby’s Panic Room? And why did Sam lock us both in here?” You asked, not pausing after each question. Your voice started to sound irritated.

Dean pulled out the clear plastic baggy from his breast pocket on his flannelette. Showing it to you, your eyes widen. Partly in guilt because you had been caught and partly in anger.

“Since when did we start going through each other's belongings? That's a new low, even for you, Dean.” You spat.

Knowing you had been caught left you with this itch that needed to be scratched, you wanted another hit. No, you needed another hit. You needed to forget this was happening to feel happy and weightless but with a touch of a buzz. And right now, you could feel your temper rising.

“It’s not like that, and you know it, baby. I would never go through your things without asking. I always put my hands in your back pockets. Always have, and I always will. Listen, I get that the last few months haven’t been easy for you. I get your in pain…”

“NO DEAN YOU DON'T!” You shouted, interrupting him.

You stood up, stumbling as you tried to maintain balance. The pain in your right leg intensified, sending shooting pain up and down your body. You made a bee-line for the door.

“SAM! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!” You shouted, banging your fist against the iron door.

“Y/N, I can’t do that right now. I’m sorry.” Sam replied, his voice gentle.

“Sorry! You're sorry? I’m not hearing this right. I must be imagining things because I thought the three of us were a family and I know sure as shit that families don’t do this to one another.” You ranted, your anger had just reached boiling point.

Dean got up and slowly approached you. “Baby this isn’t you, it's the drugs talking. We need to get them out of your system.”

“I don’t need to do anything, Dean.” You snap.

“Baby just look at yourself in the mirror.”

You scoffed and took a glance in the mirror. All you saw was yourself, which is generally how mirrors work. But then, the more you looked the more you started to really focus on yourself. Face paler than usual, bags forming underneath your eyes. You looked thinner, your clothes hanging on your body.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you staggered back to the bed. Sitting down something inside just broke, and you cried your heart out.

Dean gently knocked the iron door with his knuckle. “Unlock the door, Sammy.” He said softly and then made his way to you.

Dean knelt in front, bringing you to a warm embrace. Your cries turned into whimpers, and you bathed in Dean’s body heat and scent. You had forgotten what this was like and how it relaxed you. After a moment in silence, Dean used his thumb to wipe your tears and rested his forehead against yours.

“Listen to me baby, ok?” He said quietly.

You nodded.

“We can get through this together ok? It’s going to be hard but you’ve got me and you’ve got Sam. Whatever happens we’ll be fine, I promise.”

Dean brought his hands to cup your cheeks and planted a kiss.

“I want…” You started, but tears threatened to start falling down your face once more..

“What is it baby?”

“I want…You to lock me in here, like what we did to Sam. I need… I need to ride this out.” You finished.

Dean understood your request, and he just nodded in agreement.

WIthin the next twenty or so minutes Sam had started to bring some of your stuff into the room, whilst Dean started to help get you settled in the bed. You knew that the next few days were crucial. You knew what your body was about to go through and it scared you, you recall the memories from your last detox, the cold sweats, chills, sudden change in mood and emotions.

Initially, things went well. You kept yourself occupied with other things. But as the minutes ticked by those minutes turned to hours and those hours turned into days. You shouted through the door, you swore. Called both Dean and Sam names, wished them both dead, and hoped they’d rot in hell. You banged your fist so many times on the iron door that it turned red and started to bruise and bleed. In the end, Dean was able to slip some sleeping pills into a glass of water, and once they started to work and you fell asleep, he and Sam came into the room. Dean lifted your sleeping form and placed you back into bed. Sam started to apply soft restraints to the end of the bed whilst Dean did the same to your wrists.

He hoped you would forgive him for this, but he generally felt like he had no choice. The way that you were acting, he was worried that you would do some serious damage to yourself. He planted a kiss on your sweating forehead, and both he and his brother left and once again locked the door.

Dean knew that the hard work would start once you woke up and became coherent. But between himself, Sam and you. He knew that even the tiniest steps become progress when it comes to a detox.

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