#loverboy!dean winchester

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apple pie and valentine's surprises // dean winchester

pairing: dean winchester x girlfriend!reader

summary: it's yours and dean's first valentine's day together! the pressure is on you both to make it perfect for each other, but things don't go according to plan.

content: fluff, reader is bad at baking, swearing, loverboy!dean

word count: 3k

note: happy valentine's day, my loves! in an attempt to bring a little romantic love into my life, i thought i would write a little loverboy!dean. enjoy!

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It was your first Valentine’s Day as Dean Winchester’s girlfriend. You knew you had to make it special. That’s what girlfriends did for their boyfriends, right? Though the two of you had been dating for just under nine months now, you had no clue what to do.

You could cook for him, but you and him cooked for each other all the time.

You could bring him… bowling, maybe? No. Dean was under a lifetime ban from the bowling alley after his ball had mysteriously found itself in the nacho cheese sauce at the snack bar.

It was hopeless. You hated this holiday, the expectations were too high.

“What to do, what to do…,” You mumbled to yourself, searching through the house for things you knew Dean was into.

Guns. Beer. That weird anime porn you had convinced him to stop watching around you.

Your eyes skirted past a half-eaten pie in the refrigerator. That was it.

Pie.

You were going to make him a pie. It was special enough. You cooked, but you rarely baked. It was easier to just buy it from the store or weasel some kind of muffin from sweet Mrs. Turner next door.

But it couldn’t be that hard. You knew how to cook. Baking was probably the same.

You gathered together your list of ingredients you would need from the store before dashing out of the front door.

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Dean was in the same situation. Every single idea he had come up with so far only included the two of you naked. That wasn’t what you were looking forward to. Girls wanted sappy, romantic dates on Valentine’s Day, with flowers and chocolates and a bunch of other girly shit that Dean would have to look into. They wanted something out of the normal, something special, and you two had sex far too often for it to be considered “special”.

Dean had even resorted to going to Sam for advice. Sure, his brother wasn’t currently with someone, but he had more long-term girlfriends than Dean had. That’s where he was now, banging open the door to Sam’s room.

“Hey!” Sam shouted in alert, jumping at the sudden intrusion. “Do you ever knock?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Dean brushed Sam off. This wasn’t the first time knocking had been an issue with Dean. “I need your help.”

“You break into my room to make me help you with something?” Sam asked, absolutely astonished at Dean’s nerve.

“I’m not makin’ you, Sammy. I’m begging!” Dean breathed out dramatically, throwing himself onto his brother’s bed. Sam rolled his eyes in response, turning back to the pile of laundry he was folding. When Sam didn’t answer him, Dean lifted his head up to see what the hold up was about.

“I’m serious, Sammy.” Dean scoffed, pulling himself up into a sitting position.

“Okay, fine.” Sam sighed, stopping his chore to cross his arms in front of him. “What is your big problem?” He asked condescendingly. Dean narrowed his eyes at him but chose not to reprimand him for it.

“I don't know what to do for Valentine's Day.” Dean grumbled out, ignoring Sam's attempt to stifle a laugh.

“Seriously? That's it?” Sam laughed. Dean glared at him.

“Yes! It's a big deal, okay?” Dean defended himself. He was starting to regret going to Sam about this. Maybe he should have just Googled it.

“Get her flowers or something.” Sam dismissed his brother, going back to his laundry. Dean rolled his eyes.

“It has to be special, Sammy. I get her flowers all the time.”

“It doesn't have to be special. It's just another day.”

“Girls like special. They like this Hallmark holiday shit.” Dean argued.

“So…,” Sam said as he thought. Obviously Dean wasn’t going to just leave him alone. “Candles.”

“Candles?” Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. Candles and rose petals.” Sam decided, nodding.

“Where the hell did you get that from?” Dean questioned, though he was going to use the advice. He had no other options.

“Come on, Dean. It’s in, like, all the romance movies.” Sam stated the obvious. Dean was looking at him like Sam had just dropped a puppy into his lap.

“You watch those chick flicks?” Dean teased, taking the opportunity to make fun of his little brother.

“Get out of my room.” Sam rolled his eyes. Next time he was locking the door.

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Turns out baking was nothing like cooking. Sure, you used similar ingredients, but this shit was hard. What the hell was a dough blender and why did every recipe use it?

You had forgone the kitchen tool, opting instead to use your hands. It seemed to do the trick, even if the dough looked a little lumpy. Next, you had to bake just the crust in the pan. Easy enough, but why did you need to bake pie twice?

You pulled the pan you had bought from the store out of the grocery bag. You had a ton of options, but the moment you laid your eyes on the heart-shaped metal, you knew that was the one. It would make the pie extra special, and who didn’t love hearts?

The tricky part was rolling the dough out. You hadn’t gotten a rolling pin. The fact that you didn’t own one flew right over your head while shopping. Your mom always had one, but it was used more as decoration than anything else. You just figured it was something that magically appeared in a person’s kitchen.

You scanned the kitchen for something, anything that would flatten the dough out. Your eyes landed on the cupboard that held your cups. Perfect. Well, almost perfect. You shuffled through the mismatched glasses and found the most uniform one you could. It was tapered toward the bottom, making the act of smoothing out the top of your dough difficult but not impossible.

Once you had the dough pressed into the pan and in the oven, you turned around to survey your mess. Flour was clouding over most of the counter, butter wrappers had fallen to the ground, and you had gone through five -- yes, five -- mixing bowls while combing the ingredients.

“What the hell are you up to?” You heard from behind you. You jumped. No one was supposed to be home. Sam went wherever Sams went to during the day and Dean had rushed out of the door with a half excuse you didn’t quite believe. You thought you would have the space to yourself for at least a few hours. Apparently, Dean had thought the same of himself, if the bags he was failing to hide behind him had anything to say.

“Nothing!” You yelped out a bit too fast to be natural. Dean narrowed his eyes, trying to peek around you to look at your mess. You, in an attempt to conceal your gift to him, spread your arms out. “Stop looking!”

Dean chuckled at you, but when you were the one to eye his bags, he was doing the same thing.

“Keep your eyes to yourself, sweetheart.” Dean barked out, pushing the bags further behind him. You pouted playfully, but kept your arms out until he shuffled away. Dean was up to something, you knew it. You just hoped you wouldn’t have to wait too long to find out what it was.

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“Oh no.” You breathed out. Everything was going very bad very fast. The apple filling that you had been brewing up in a pot was somehow not cooked yet burning at the same time. Your mess had quadrupled itself. The pie crust had puffed up far too much, leaving virtually no room for filling. And somehow there was an apple skin stuck to the ceiling, though you were sure you hadn’t peeled the apples that viciously.

You scrambled around for your phone. The recipe was supposed to be displayed on the screen, but the page had refreshed and you were brought back to the top. After scrolling for what felt like an hour, the story about the baker Laura Lee’s great-great-great-grandmother’s apple farm -- like you gave a shit about that -- flying past your eyes, you finally figured out what you had done wrong.

1/4 cup of apple juice

1 tablespoon of cinnamon

You had switched the two around. You had thought, at the time, that it was far too much cinnamon but had brushed it off as a secret family recipe, as Laura Lee had boasted. That was why the pot was smoking now, even after you had turned the burner off.

Okay, but it didn’t explain the crust. What could you have done wrong? Every ingredient was correct, with the correct amounts, yet the puffed up pan seemed to laugh at you.

Roll out the dough, blah, blah, blah, cut to size, blah, blah, blah, place in pan with pie weights on top

Wait, what the fuck were pie weights?

After a quick search you had learned that pie weights were the things that kept the fucking crust from rising, as yours had. Great. Just great. You didn’t have time to remake the crust, nor the filling. It was growing close to the time when you and Dean had decided to celebrate the holiday. You would have to make do. You were nothing if not resourceful, a lie you told yourself as you dumped in what filling you could fit over the crust. You shoved the dish into the oven, slamming the door shut out of frustration.

Now to clean. Why was baking so damn messy?

You dropped your dishes into the sink, promising yourself you would do them later, though Sam would probably get to them first. The tedious task of scraping each and every apple skin scrap off of the counter distracted you from another presence entering the kitchen. You hadn’t noticed anyone was there, in fact, until their arms wrapped around you.

You tensed up before the scent of gunpowder and sandalwood told you it was Dean. You sighed out in defeat, twisting around in his arms. Dean had a crooked smile on his face, amusement in his eyes. You frowned back at him.

“You weren’t supposed to see all this.” You informed him, wrapping your own arms around his neck. Dean pulled you in closer with his hands resting just above your butt. He shrugged.

“It’s kinda hard to miss, sweetheart.”

You just nodded, another sigh leaving your lips. This wasn’t perfect. This was messy and completely wrong. Nothing had gone according to plan.

The beep of a timer alerted you to the fact that your pie was done, or as done as it was going to get. You wiggled out of Dean’s grasp and pulled your creation out. It wasn’t perfectly golden brown like you had expected and the apples looked dried up. You spun around to let Dean get a look of his gift. His face lit up.

“Pie.” He voiced out, walking to you. You dropped the pan onto the counter and crossed your arms.

“Not really.” You criticized, eyeing over every flaw the dessert held. Dean paid no mind to this. You had gone out of your way, out of your comfort zone, to make him something he loved. Sure, it didn’t look like the traditional pies he had eaten, but coming from you meant it was going to be the best kind of pie.

“Ah, come on. It’s…,” Dean searched for something that would comfort you, “a special family recipe.” He finished, snapping his fingers at the quick thinking. You smiled gratefully at him, but it didn’t make the disappointment go away. Dean frowned at your continued displeasure.

“I’m sure it tastes better than it looks.” He said while pulling a fork from the silverware drawer. He dug right into the middle and pushed the apple/crust mixture into his mouth. You watched in anticipation. The immediate disgust on his face made you look away, embarrassed. He was wrong. It didn’t taste better, if anything, it tasted worse.

“Delicious, best pie I’ve ever had.” Dean lied, nodding and forcing a smile onto his face. It took some work, but he was able to swallow down the food. You shook your head and walked away from the counter, arms wrapping around yourself.

“Don’t lie to me, Dean.” You mumbled. You hated that you had failed at making something for him. He was just appreciative that you had thought of him at all.

“Hey, no, no, no,” Dean repeated, rushing in front of you. You looked up at him and felt a little lighter. That always seemed to happen when you looked at him. He always made a bad day a bit better.

“It’s amazing, sweetie. I mean, anything that’s heart-shaped has to be, right?” Dean smiled brightly at you, hands resting on your shoulders. You scrunched your nose up at the statement, but a small laugh left you. Dean took that as a sign he was getting to you.

“I’m gonna eat the whole freakin’ thing.” He announced, turning to go back to the dessert. He wasn’t going to like it, but if it made you happy, he would do it. I mean, he’s gone to Hell and back, this couldn’t be any worse.

“No, stop.” You grabbed at his wrist. Relief flooded Dean. He really didn’t want to eat that again. You stretched up and placed a kiss on his lips. “Don’t torture yourself for me, De.”

Dean kissed you now, before pulling away and grasping your hands in his.

“Your turn.” He announced, a wide smile on his face. You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering what he could possibly have in store for you. You let out a noise of surprise when he walked behind you and placed his hands over your eyes.

“No looking.” Dean said as he slowly guided you across the kitchen. You were bad at walking without seeing. You kept tripping over your own feet. You gripped onto Dean’s wrists for support.

“Do you have your eyes closed too?” You asked when you felt your hip bump into a wall. You could imagine Dean’s eye roll.

“Just keep walking, sweetheart.” He grumbled out. You realized he was leading you to your shared bedroom, the path becoming a bit more familiar. You shuffled along, your socked feet softened your steps. You felt Dean tug you to a stop, announcing the fact that you had reached your destination.

“Three, two, one…,” Dean mumbled into your ear before giving your sight back to you. You blinked to clear your vision, looking around the room. Dean had you and him standing in the middle of the room. The curtains were pulled closed. The only light in the room came from the candles scattered around the room. Your eyes softened at the sight of rose petals littering the floor and bed, a box of chocolates laying on the pillows.

“I love it.” You whispered, not wanting to break the soft aura of the room. You turned around to face Dean. He wore a dopey smile on his face. You threw yourself into him, kissing him.

Dean had done much better than you had. This was perfect. The candles, the petals, the chocolates, all of it looked straight out of a movie. You didn’t question where he had gotten the idea from. All you could focus on was the way his hands fell to your hips.

You both moved in sync as you made your way to the bed. Dean lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, as he walked. You let your fingers weave into the hair on the back of his head. It was all amazing, all you could feel was the desire coming from Dean. It was so distracting, the rest of the world, including the candles, faded from your attention.

You hadn’t even noticed the small fire starting on the carpet until you smelled the burning of the fibers. You pulled away from Dean. You yelped at the flames reaching up higher and higher. In a fight-or-flight type of reaction, Dean dropped you to go bat at the fire with a stray t-shirt that had been laying on the ground. You landed on your butt with a thump. There would surely be a bruise there later on. You held yourself up with your hands behind your back, watching as Dean cursed to himself. The fire was ultimately put out, though the blackened spot on the carpet still smoked with the memory of it.

Dean looked to you, chest heaving from the intensity of what had happened. You both stared at each other, eyes wide. No one said a word. Dean had messed up. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He wasn’t supposed to play firefighter tonight -- at least, not unless you had asked for it. He had failed at making this one thing special for you.

A small giggle coming from you interrupted his thoughts. Dean watched as you doubled over in laughter, a bit of flour still coating your hair from your attempted baking. Your laughter somehow pulled his own bout of chuckles from him. He found himself pulling you up from the floor and you both laughed together, folding into each other’s arms. You two looked like lunatics, standing over a smoking chunk of carpet while laughing.

“This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.” Dean laughed out, leading you to the bed. You shoved the box of chocolates to the floor, climbing under the blankets. Dean followed behind you, pulling you to lay on top of him.

“Yeah, I know the feeling.” You kissed his nose.

You weren’t perfect. Dean wasn’t perfect. Your relationship wasn’t perfect. But it was okay. You had each other, that was all you needed. You two would live everyday, being imperfect together. There was one thing that was clear: this was yours and Dean’s first, and last, attempt at a perfect Valentine’s Day.

[figthoughts]

dean winchester is a loverboy.

naturally, he goes around opening doors for you and pulling out chairs, offering to pay for every meal and buying you flowers whenever he can.

but he’s also a loverboy in bed.

dean takes his time with his pretty baby, kissing over every inch of your body, worshipping you like you’re the most precious thing on the planet—cause in his eyes, you are.

his plump pink lips brush past all your little scars and freckles, as if he’s learning your body for the first time again, treating you with such a deep tenderness that makes your heart race and your mind all fuzzy.

he’s so delicate with you, taking the time to leave little pink marks across your skin. he’s definitely leaving hickeys in the shape of a heart on your hip or inner thigh, something just for you and him to see—a visual reminder of how deeply he cares for you whenever you look at it.

his soft reverent murmurs against your skin give you butterflies, “so pretty, baby. taste so sweet, just f’me” his words are spoken quietly as he embellishes your body with his pretty little marks.

and he’s taking his time to really please you, pulling orgasm after orgasm straight from your core with just his fingers and mouth. you can forget about touching him for the time being, not until he’s decided he’s pleased you enough—if you’re not swollen, pink and panting, he’s not finished yet.

and when he’s finally got you boneless and spent, after making you finish for the umpteenth time, he’s holding you against his chest; his fingers massaging your scalp while he mumbles soft praises against your temple, adorning your flushed face with innocent little kisses.

“did so well for me, sweetheart. i’m yours forever, baby. and you’re mine.”

[princess-and-charming]

I will DIE on this HILL‼️‼️‼️

[abox-of-rocks]

FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS

—stanford! football! dean winchester

I don’t know shit about football soooo…google was my only source

word count: 833

CARTHAGE, MO — DECEMBER 06, 1999

The lights were bright, the crowds were loud, the stadium filled to the brim with shivering town folk and students— excited to watch their team win again.

The Carthage Tigers had won two games in a row, and tonight they were shooting for a third. The odds seemed tricky, going against Branson, a local town about an hour and a half out, their team— the Pirates, were known for their high winning rates.

Waiting by the sidelines, the cold air biting at your cheeks and nose, the smell of your boyfriend’s cologne filled your senses. Looking through the frosting lense of your camera, getting shots for your upcoming photography project.

Dean catches the sight of you all bundled up, focusing on the boys warming up on the field, a smile growing on his lips as he jogged across the field. Stopping right beside you, his breaths coming out in white puffs. Leaning down a bit to be at your height, his elbow resting on your shoulder, a cheeky smile on his lips. “How’s the filming going, stalker?” Dean asked teasingly, wrapping his arms around your waist, and kissing your cheek.

“it’s going well, dumb jock.” you replied jokingly, your hands tightening around your camera as you did your best to catch a few more shots. “Aren’t you supposed to be warming up?” you ask, looking toward him.

“maybe, but what coach doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.” he mumbled, nuzzling his cold nose into your neck, making you squirm— a teasing grin forming on his lips as he spoke again, his voice a low murmur, a playful tilt to it “plus, I had to see my favorite girl, didn’t I?”

A snort left you, playfully nudging your elbow into his side, putting the strap of your camera around your neck. “idiot.” that gained you a deep laugh, lifting his head from your neck, retorting playfully. “creep.”

You smiled as you turned around in his embrace, wrapping your arms around him, taking in the sight of your boyfriend wearing his jersey. He’s always been so goddamn pretty, it was almost unfair.

“You excited for the game?” you asked sweetly, running a hand through his hair.

Dean practically melts at your touch, his eyes fluttering shut, leaning into your palm— his voice coming out in a soft murmur. “gonna kick ass, I know it..”

The coach’s whistle broke through your soft moment, making him give you a quick goodbye kiss on the cheek, and run off to where the team was huddling up.

The first quarter began, gaining the Tigers a Touchdown. The second and third quarters gained the Pirates a field goal, and a safety. At the last minute of the fourth quarter, all Dean had to do was make the touchdown.

50 seconds..Running down the field, the ball was passed to him, he just barely missed being tackled.

20 seconds.. Dean was so close to the end zone, his lungs burning, heart racing. 10..9..8- The loud sound of the speakers yelling ‘TOUCHDOWN!’ as he slid into the end zone, the wet grass and dirt covered him even more than it already was before.

Next thing Dean knew, he was hoisted up by his teammates, all of them yelling and shouting out of excitement and pride. The biggest, toothy grin formed upon his lips, as his heart raced from the adrenaline rush.

Dean quickly pushed his way out of the team’s excited embrace, searching the sidelines and bleachers for you, when his gaze locked onto you.

You had a proud smile on your face, camera in hand as you most likely got many shots. Running across the large field, his bones and lungs begging for him to stop— to take a break, but when it came to you, it didn’t matter. He’d climb Everest in just boxers, just to get to you.

Unclasping his helmet with a little bit of a struggle, he threw it down by the benches, jogging up to the tall chain link fence. Climbing the fence with sweaty hands, his chest heaving, his breaths coming out in little clouds— hopping over, and landing in front of you.

“You won..” You said with pure admiration.

“all for you, stalker.” dean replied, love in his gaze, cheekiness in his tone.

“dumb jock..” You jokingly scoffed, with a small shake of your head, as you pulled him into a kiss.

Your lips meshing together like puzzle pieces, they needed to claim eachothers lips as their own, pure love within this embrace. His warm hands grasped your waist tightly, holding onto you like a lifeline— your hands cupping his cheeks in the same way.

You started to feel small cold drops of water landing on your skin, pulling back, your hands still cupping Deans cheeks as you looked up into the dark sky. Rain. It was raining. Looking back to him, both of you were breathless, looking around at the sudden rain. Soft laughs left you both.

Notes— first of all, biggest shout out to my goober, @snburntandsad for helping me edit and nitpick. I love Stanford dean sm. The very end may or may not be inspired by A Cinderella Story, with Hillary Duff and Chad Michael Murray, when they kiss in the rain at the end of the movie.

₊˚ෆ🎸⋆⭒˚ taglist: @snburntandsad @floralscented @titsout4jackles @deansbeer @ungodlydilf @honeyryewhiskey @moonandst4rs

[deerlysacred]

✧ what kind of a lover...? | some dean winchester established relationship headcanons, good & bad.

🥹 — he's such a loverboy.

‼️ 𝄢 i do not own supernatural or any of its characters; all rights belong to their respective creators. this is purely a work of fan fiction for entertainment purposes only, with no intention of profit.

ꨄ︎ he would do little things that scream “i love you” like keeping your favorite snacks in the car or leaving your playlist on repeat despite making fun of your music taste. (“led zepplin's still better, though”)

ꨄ︎ he will fix your broken stuff without you asking, but you have to put up with him saying, “i'm basically saving your life” for the next three weeks.

ꨄ︎ he has a hero complex, which means sometimes he'll try to handle everything himself and leave you out of the loop to “protect you” which leads to many late-night arguments.

ꨄ︎ his default apology after an argument is “i'll make it up to you”. it is usually followed by your favorite dessert, cuddles, or the best sex of your life. sometimes all three.

ꨄ︎ his flirting game is either devastatingly smooth or so cheesy you want to crawl into a hole and die. there is no in-between.

ꨄ︎ he's such an annoying texter. half his messages are abbreviations, he would send you a text saying “🥃❤️👍” as if that explaines anything.

ꨄ︎ good luck keeping a steady grocery & snack supply. this man eats like it's his last meal every meal.

ꨄ︎ if you tell him to stop buying you gifts (because he will), he'll shrug and say, “yeah, okay” two hours later, you're unwrapping a necklace he definitely didn't just buy.

ꨄ︎ he isn't the type to say “i love you” every day, but he's the type to make sure baby's passenger seat heater works perfectly so your butt stays warm in the winter.

[jollyhunter]

⚝ "Well, what we have here is a failure to communicate. 'Cause we're not trapped out here with you. You're trapped out here with us." ⚝ 𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨 ♡ Jolly │ she/her │ 29 │ Taurus │ INFJ │ friendly, joyful, helpful, curious, anxious and silly yapping lass

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Dean Winchester Your PTSD therapy partner [ClosedOff!Dean] ⚝ │ Dean's forced to go to therapy for his PTSD and nightmares about his time in Hell. And he hates it. But then you're introduced as his therapy partner. Can you gain his trust? Your first night at the bunker [Comfort!Dean and Civillian!User] ⚝ │ The boys take you in after a demon possessed your father and killed your entire family trying to get to you. You have nothing left, the demon's still after you and nightmares plague your sleep. For now, the bunker is your new home. The images of your dead family keep you sleepless tonight, so you sneak out to the bunker's kitchen - where you bump into Dean. (He'll make you hot cocao ♡) Family Christmas dinner [Bf!Dean] ⚝ │Dean picks you up for your family Christmas dinner to join you as your partner! (fluff, flirty and sweet - roughly inspired by this imagine)

🥧 NEW! 🥧 BIRTHDAY SPECIAL 🍰 │ Be his birthday fling..? 💝 [Pre season 1 Dean!] 🍰 │ A rainy birthday on the road ⛈️ [Season 4 Dean!] Tangerine - Bullet Train Rivalry Team [Hitman!User - Mission / Flirty] ⚝ │ You're riding shotgun while Tan's driving through the traffic of Tokyo, looking for your target. So far everything's gone sideways, which led to you two getting teamed up to get the bloody job done, even though you are rivals.

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⚝ My Jolly vixen core 🦊 ⚝ I’m relatively new to writing fanfiction, and English is not my native language, so I’m still learning! I’m always open for writing buddies or just sharing and discussing ideas or ya know, yapping about SPN or The Boys etc. !!

⚝ Likes: foxes (my spirit animal ♡), rain, oldtimers, 70s/80s rock, cozy lights (candles and fairy lights ufff), pine trees, lore and monsters ⚝ Fav Themes: fluff, smut, funfiction, angst, action and found family, comfort (is that a theme?)

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[monstraduplicia]

daddy's little girl he broke in thirty: a dean winchester mix

1. abuse me - silverchair 2. adam raised a cain - bruce springsteen 3. alcohol - sisyphus 4. alibis - marianas trench 5. animals - nickelback 6. anyone who knows what love is (will understand) - irma thomas 7. black-eyed - placebo 8. blown wide open - big wreck 9. blunt force concussion - the dirty nil 10. break me - mcfly 11. burn & shine - the posies 12. call of the playground - shudder to think 13. carry that weight - the beatles 14. christian brothers - heatmiser, elliott smith 15. colossus - idles 16. coward's son - the ballroom thieves 17. daddy - korn 18. daddy's daughter - merricat crellin 19. damage control - the dirty nil 20. degenerate - the jesus and the mary chain 21. the devil you know (god is a man) - face to face 22. discipline - nine inch nails 23. don't let the sun catch you cryin' - jeff buckley 24. the drowners - suede 25. father - the front bottoms 26. father and son - cat stevens 27. father figure - george michael 28. father of mine - everclear 29. feel the pain - dinosaur jr 30. fiddle about - the who 31. forgiven - alanis morissette 32. fortunate son - creedence clearwater revival 33. freak - silverchair 34. friends in the sky - the dirty nil 35. fuckin' up young - the dirty nil 36. ghost - sky ferreira 37. girls - the dare 38. good boy - patriarchy 39. hang yer moon - the dirty nil 40. hard times - ethel cain 41. he needs me - shelley duvall 42. i burn - toadies 43. i know it's over - the smiths 44. i'm with you - avril lavigne 45. i need somebody - the stooges 46. infra-red - placebo 47. i woke up in a strange place - jeff buckley 48. judge yr'self - manic street preachers 49. last night i dreamt that somebody loved me - the smiths 50. life becoming a landslide - manic street preachers 51. lightsabre cocksucking blues - mclusky 52. loverboy - you me at six 53. low self opinion - rollins band 54. monster side - addict 55. moodswing whiskey - jeff buckley 56. mr. self destruct - nine inch nails 57. nancy boy - placebo 58. o death - rhiannon giddens, francesco turris 59. oh comely - neutral milk hotel 60. pain - four star mary 61. papa was a rodeo - the magnetic fields 62. please hurt me - the crystals 63. please please please let me get what i want - the smiths 64. prayer - big wreck 65. pretension//repulsion - manic street preachers 66. renegade - styx 67. runnin' with the devil - van halen 68. samarians - idles 69. send the pain below - chevelle 70. sex and violence - the exploited 71. the shining - badly drawn boy 72. simple man - deftones 73. slab - silverchair 74. song against sex - neutral milk hotel 75. story of isaac - leonard cohen 76. (they long to be) close to you - carpenters 77. thoroughfare - ethel cain 78. a trophy fathers trophy son - sleeping with sirens 79. two-headed boy - neutral milk hotel 80. two-headed boy pt. 2 - neutral milk hotel 81. unloveable - the smiths 82. wanted man - ratt 83. the weight - the band 84. western nights - ethel cain 85. what will you say - jeff buckley 86. whipping post - allman brothers band 87. you are a runner and i am my father's son - wolf parade 88. you can't always get what you want - the rolling stones 89. your flesh is so nice - jeff buckley 90. youth gone wild - skid row

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Shadow

Masterlist

Dean stops the car across the street and the three of us get out, all of us dressed as employees for the alarm system company. Dean gets a toolbox from the trunk of the car, and we proceed towards the apartment. "All right, boys. This is the place." I said as I push back a loose strand of hair out of my face.

"You know, I’ve gotta say Dad and me did just fine without these stupid costumes. I feel like a high school drama dork." Dean grumbles then he smiles and looks over at Sam. "What was that play that you did? What was it – Our Town. Yeah, you were good, it was cute." He jokes and Sam sighs.

"Look, you wanna pull this off or not?" He asked.

"I’m just sayin’, these outfits cost hard-earned money, okay?" Dean said.

"Whose?" Sam asked. "Ours. You think credit card fraud is easy?" Dean asked and I shake my head. "You know, if you're that worried about money, you could always ask me. I've still got some cash, from my inheritance, left." I said and Dean shakes his head.

"No I couldn't do that. That's your money." Dean said.

"Well, offer still stands." I said as we approach the apartment.

"Thanks for lettin’ us look around." Sam said to the landlady as we enter the room. "Well, the police said they were done with the place, so…." She said as her and Sam move further into the room. Dean shuts the apartment door after us and I notice the chain on the door is broken then point it out to Dean, who nods.

We follow Sam and the landlady to the living room, where we see spots of blood covering the carpet. "You guys said you were with the alarm company?" The lady asked us. "That’s right." Dean replied.

"Well, no offense, but your alarm’s about as useful as boobs on a man." She said and I snort out a laugh while Dean and Sam exchange a look. "Well, that’s why we’re here. To see what went wrong and stop it from happening again." I said to her.

"Now, ma’am, you found the body?" Sam asked her.

"Yeah." She replied

 "Right after it happened?" I asked.

"No. Few days later. Meredith’s work called—she hadn’t shown up. I knocked on the door. That’s when I noticed the smell." The landlady replied.

"Any windows open? Any sign of break-in?" Dean asked. "No, windows were locked, front door was bolted. Chain was on the door, we had to cut it just to get in." She replied and I nod, that explains why the chain was broken. "And the alarm was still on?" Dean asked her. "Like I said, bang-up job your company’s doin’." She remarks.

"You see any overturned furniture, broken glass, signs of struggle?" I asked he landlady and she shakes her head. "Everything was in perfect condition—except Meredith." She replied.

"And what condition was Meredith in?" Sam asked her. "Meredith was all over. In pieces. The guy who killed her must have been some kind of a whackjob. But I tell you, if I didn’t know any better, I’d have said a wild animal did it." She said and Dean looks over at me and Sam.

"Ma’am, do you mind if we take some time? Give this place a once-over?" Sam asked her. "Oh, well, go right ahead. Knock yourself out." She said and she walks out of the room

Dean then opens his toolbox and removes the EMF meter. "So, a killer walks in and out of the apartment—no weapons, no prints, nothin’." Dean said. "I’m tellin’ ya, the minute I found that article, I knew this was our kind of gig." I said as the EMF meter beeps frantically. "I think I agree with you." Dean said.

"So, you talked to the cops?" Sam asked as Dean walks around the room and I follow him. "Uh, yeah. I spoke to Amy, a, uh, charming, perky officer of the law." He said and I could see he had a smile on his face.

"Yeah? What’d you find out?" Sam asked him.

"Well, she’s a Sagittarius. She loves tequila, I mean—wow. Oh, and she’s got this little tattoo—" he started to say, dreamily, then I turn around and flick his ear.

"Ow!" He said as he looks over at me. "Come back to Earth, loverboy." I said and he rolls his eyes and said. "Anyway, nothin’ we don’t already know. Except for one thing they’re keepin’ out of the papers." 

"What's that?" I asked him. "Meredith’s heart was missing." He replied and Sam and I look at him.

"Her heart?" We said, stunned. "Yeah. Her heart." Dean said.

"So, what do you think did it to her?" Sam asked him. "Well, the landlady said it looked like an animal attack. Maybe it was—werewolf?" Dean suggested and I shake my head.

"No, no werewolf, the lunar cycle’s not right. Plus, if it was a creature, it would’ve left some kind of trace. It’s probably a spirit." I said while Dean observes the blood on the carpet.

"See if you can find any masking tape around." Dean said to us and Sam looks through the toolbox and hands the tape to Dean.

Dean uses the masking tape to connect each pool of blood. When he is done, the pieces of tape form an unusual symbol. "Ever see that symbol before?" Sam asked us. "Never." Dean said just as I said. "No."

"Me neither." Sam said and we exchange a look.

That night, we were at a bar when Sam and I find an empty table and sit down. Sam takes out his father’s journal and leafs through the pages when Dean sits down across from us. "I talked to the bartender." He said.

"Did you get anything?" Sam asked.

"Besides her number?" I added and Dean gives me an offended look. "(Y/n), I’m a professional. I’m offended that you would think that." Dean said, offended but Sam and I give him a knowing look.

"All right, yeah." He chuckles and holds up a napkin with the bartender’s phone number on it. "You mind doin’ a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?" Sam asked him and I chuckle as I shake my head. "Huh? Look, there’s nothing to find out. I mean, Meredith worked here, she waited tables, everyone here was her friend. Everybody said she was normal. She didn’t do or say anything weird before she died, so—what about that symbol, you guys find anything?" Dean asked.

"Nope, nothing." I said as Sam shakes his head.

"It wasn’t in Dad’s journal or in any of the usual books. We just have to dig a little deeper, I guess." Sam said.

"Well, there was a first victim, right? Before Meredith?" Dean asked and I nod and started to pull out a newspaper clipping. "Yeah. His name was Ben Swardstrom." I said as I hand the clipping to Dean. "Last month he was found mutilated in his town house. Same deal—the door was locked, the alarm was on." I said as Dean reads it over.

"Is there any connection between the two of them?" Dean asked. "Not that we can tell—I mean, not yet, at least." I said.

"Ben was a banker, Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anyone in common—they were practically from different worlds." Sam said.

"So, to recap, the only successful intel we’ve scored so far is the bartender’s phone number." Dean said as he smirks. I roll my eyes and shake my head as I turn to Sam, who seems to notice something at the other side of the room.

"What?" I asked him as Sam gets up and begins walking away. "Sam?" Dean and I said, confused, and we see walking to another table, where a young woman with short blonde hair is seated with her back to him. The girl turns and smiles at Sam and the two began to talk and I look over at Dean. "Do you know that girl?" I asked him. "No." Dean said and we began to walk over to them.

"Well, they’re not here right now, but what about you, Meg? I thought you were goin’ to California." Sam said to the girl, Meg as he called her, just as Dean and I come up behind Sam. "Oh, I did. I came, I saw, I conquered. Oh, and I met what’s-his-name, something Michael Murray at a bar." She said.

"Who?" Sam asked, confused.

"Oh, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, the whole scene got old, so I’m living here for a while." Meg said and Dean clears his throat loudly, but he is ignored.

"You’re from Chicago?" Sam asked her. "No, Massachusetts—Andover. Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we’d run into each other?" She said and Sam smiles. "Yeah, I know, I thought I’d never see you again." He said. "Well, I’m glad you were wrong." She said and Sam nods.

Dean clears his throat again, louder this time, and Meg turns to Dean. "Dude, cover your mouth." She said and I look up at Sam. "Sam, are you gonna...?" I asked and Sam nods.

"Yeah, um, I’m sorry, Meg. This is, uh—this is my brother, Dean and my best friend, (y/n)." Sam said while Meg looks surprised. "This is Dean?" She asked and Dean smiles. "Yeah." Sam said.

"So, you’ve heard of me?" Dean asked her. "Oh, yeah. I’ve heard of you. Nice—the way you treat your brother like luggage." She said, hateful, and Dean and I look at her, confused.

"Sorry?" Dean said. "Why don’t you let him do what he wants to do? Stop dragging him over God’s green earth." She spat and Sam places a hand on her shoulder. "Meg, it’s all right." He said and the four of us look around quietly, while I whistle lowly.

"Okay, awkward. We're gonna get a drink now." I said as I take Dean's arm and lead him away as he gives Sam a puzzled look.

"Who the hell was she?" Dean asked Sam as we walk out of the bar minutes later. "I don’t really know. I only met her once. Meeting up with her again? I don’t know, guys, it’s weird." Sam said.

"And what was she saying? I treat you like luggage? What, were you bitchin’ about me to some chick?" Dean asked him, angrily.

"Look, I’m sorry, Dean. It was when we had that huge fight when I was in that bus stop in Indiana. But that’s not important, just listen—" Sam starts to explain but Dean talks over him.

"Well, is there any truth to what she’s saying? I mean, am I keeping you against your will, Sam?" He asked, angrily. "No, of course not. Now, would you listen?" Sam said, exasperated. "What?" Dean growls.

"I think there’s somethin’ strange going on here, guys." Sam said. "Yeah, tell me about it. She wasn’t even that into me." Dean said and I sighed. "Oh dear God." I groaned as Sam said. "No, man, I mean like our kind of strange. Like, maybe even a lead."

"Why do you say that?" I asked him. "I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road. And now, I run into her in some random Chicago bar? I mean, the same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural? You guys don’t think that’s a little weird?" Sam asked.

"I don’t know, random coincidence. It happens." Dean said as I shrug. "Yeah, it happens, but not to us. Look, I could be wrong, I’m just sayin’ that there’s something about this girl that I can’t quite put my finger on." Sam said while Dean smirks.

"Well, I bet you’d like to. I mean, maybe she’s not a suspect, maybe you’ve got a thing for her, huh?" Dean said and Sam rolls his eyes and laughs. "Maybe you’re thinkin’ a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?" Dean said as he points to his head and grins.

"I really need to get some female friends." I grumbled as Sam starts to become serious again.

"Do me a favor. Check and see if there’s really a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts, and see if you can’t dig anything up on that symbol on Meredith’s floor." Sam said.

"What are you gonna do?" I asked him. "I’m gonna watch Meg." Sam said and Dean starts to laugh. "Yeah, you are." He said.

"I just wanna see what’s what. Better safe than sorry." Sam said as Dean continues to laugh. "All right, you little pervert." Dean laughs. "Dude." Sam said, exasperated, and I sigh and grab Dean's arm. "We'll get right on it, Sam. C'mon, horndog." I said as I drag Dean away and we cross the street and leave Sam.

Back at the motel, Dean was on the computer, researching Meg, and I was looking through some books about the symbol on Meredith's floor. Dean picks up his cell phone and dials a number then puts it on speaker.

"Hey." Sam answers. "Let me guess. You’re lurkin’ outside that poor girl’s apartment, aren’t you?" Dean asked. "No." Sam said, defensively, but we wait for another response.

"Yes." Sam said and I chuckle.

"You’ve got a funny way of showin’ your affection." I said and Dean laughs.

"Did you guys find anything on her or what?" Sam asked, annoyed, as Dean and I share a laugh. "Sorry, man, she checks out. There is a Meg Masters in the Andover phonebook. I even pulled up her high school photo. Now, look, why don’t you go knock on her door and, uh, invite her to a poetry reading, or whatever it is you do, huh?" Dean said to him.

"What about the symbol? Any luck?" Sam asked, ignoring Dean's comment. "Yeah, that we did have some luck with. It’s, uh—turns out it’s Zoroastrian. Very, very old school, like two thousand years before Christ. It’s a sigil for a Daeva." Dean said.

"What’s a Daeva?" Sam asked. "It translates to demon of darkness. Zoroastrian demons, and they’re savage, animalistic, you know, nasty attitudes—kind of like demonic pit bulls." I said.

"Anyway, here’s the thing—these Daevas, they have to be summoned, conjured." Dean explains.

"So, someone’s controlling it?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, that’s what we're sayin’. And, from what we gather, it’s pretty risky business, too. These suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds them. And, uh, the arms, and torsos." I said.

"So, what do they look like?" Sam asked. "Well, nobody knows, but nobody’s seen ‘em for a couple of millennia. I mean, summoning a demon that ancient? Someone really knows their stuff. I think we’ve got a major player in town." Dean said then he smirks and says. "Now, why don’t you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram?" 

"Bite me." Sam spat and I snorted.

"No, bite her. Don’t leave teeth marks, though—" Dean said until I hear Sam hanging up. "Sam? Are you—?" Dean asked just as he hears the dial tone then hangs up his own phone.

“You just have to tease your brother, don’t ya?” I asked him. “Hey I’m just giving him advice on how to get a girl, I’m a pro at this.” Dean said and I laugh at this.

“Yeah, and look where that got ya?” I replied. "Hey, I got that bartender's number." He said and I chuckled. "Yeah, and I'm sure you did it without even trying." I said and he scoffs.

"Oh, you think you can flirt better?" Dean asked me and I look up at him. "C'mon, princess...show me what you got." He said and then a small smile forms on my lips. Dean raises a curious eyebrow at me and I give him my best seductive smile.

I slowly get up from the chair, not taking my eyes off of him, and start to walk towards him, while he gives me a confused but intrigued look. "You know...I noticed you staring at me across the bar. And if you're looking for a sign..." I said, in a very sultry voice, and I lean in real close to his face, almost nose to nose.

"...this is it." I said, softly, and I noticed his eyes never left mine and his breathing was quick and shallow. I smiled as I leaned into his ear and whispered. "How's that for flirting, handsome?" 

I kiss his cheek then stand back up and walk towards the restroom, adding a little sway to my hips.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean's heart was racing as she walked closer to him. She was giving him this look, a very sexy look that he's never seen on her face before, then she starts to lean towards him. His breath hitched in his chest but he tried to play it cool.

"You know...I noticed you staring at me across the bar. And if you're looking for a sign..." She said, in a very sultry voice, which made his heart skip a beat. Then she leans in real close to his face, he could feel her breath on his face. "...this is it." She said, softly.

It took every fiber of his being for him to not pull her in his lap and roughly kiss her once she said those words. This was starting to drive him wild.

She smiled at him again then leans into his ear and whispered. "How's that for flirting, handsome?" She kisses his cheek then pulls away from him, leaving him stunned.

She walks towards the bathroom, swaying her hips as she does this, then enters the room and shuts the door. She's gonna be the death of me... Dean thought as he calms himself down.

[julietstjohn]

So, I may or may not have put together the perfect soundtrack for our favorite star-crossed lovers: Hangman and Rooster.

Here the Spotify link if you want it (featuring Queen, Bon Jovi, Guns N’ Roses, Bruce Springsteen, Metallica, etc.)

—————

But let’s get down to business. Here’s my top 15

“When I’m Gone” by 3 Doors Down - it fits so well it hurts. It’s them.

“Let’s hurt tonight” by OneRepublic - again, it’s them. I am ready to fight to prove my point.

“Feels Like the First Time” by Foreigner - I mean.

“Carry on Wayward Son” by Kansas - this is Rooster (this is also Dean Winchester, but we aren’t dealing with it right now).

“Listen to Your Heart” by Roxette - picture this: Bradley, heartbroken, because his stupid pride and inability to talk about his past and his feelings made Jake leave.

“Cowboys from Hell” by Pantera - perfect backtrack for some flight scene. Pilots walking on the tarmac getting their aircrafts ready.

“Modern Day Cowboy” by Tesla - this is Hangman.

“Kickstart My Heart” by Mötley Crüe - this one should have made it to the official soundtrack.

“Jolene” by Dolly Parton - this is Jake’s jam, I bet he sings his heart out on this one. You can’t change my mind.

“Rock You Like an Hurricane” by Scorpions - I think this one speaks for itself.

“Edge of Seventeen” by Stevie Nicks - again, this is Hangman’s jam.

“Heaven in Your Eyes” by Loverboy - this is from the first Top Gun movie.

“Play That Funky Music” by Wild Cherry - cooking and dancing.

“Runnin’ Wild” by Airbourne - let’s turn and burn.

“Renegade” by Styx - Hangman, again.

+ all the infamous ones: Slow Ride, Great Balls of Fire, etc.

[kurtkunkleismybbg]

THiTR SPNAU

Grymmid!Dean holds a special place in my heart like- 

He’s so fun to write about!

Like he turns into a Boelen Python², which is fucking huge btw, and it totally freaks out Sam the first time he sees him shift, bc ‘wholly shit that is a bigass snake’.

But it’s just Dean with that derpy little look pythons have. And Zephyr eats it UP. Even though Grimics are reclusive (which makes Grymmids exceedingly rare), they know that as a species they are hardly likely to attack.

That's not to say he's not badass- bc he totally is!

Despite his derpy little face, he is a deadly efficient hunter, doubly so in his snake form.

He can hear demons from miles away due to low vibrations they emit. Angels emit higher vibrations, but they are strong, and it rattles his bones in a way that is most uncomfortable.

Regular monsters are no match for Dean, bc his reflexes are as quick as a pythons' and his grip is near impossible to escape with the way he constricts.

He also brunates!

When fall begins, he starts sleeping longer and deeper, depending on where in the USA they are. By November, he's waking up less, but a few hours can be coaxed out of him if they bury him in blankets and warm clothes.

And by the time December rolls around he only wakes up once every 48-36 hours to sip some water before falling back asleep.

Sam absolutely loses it the first time it happens, despite both Dean and Zephyr saying that it'll be over when the weather warms up.

Speaking of angels; let's mention one of our favorites: Cas!

While he doesn't get the chance to raise Dean from hell, he does get to meet the Winchesters and Zephyr.

Heaven sends him to spy on the brothers and help figure out what went wrong and how to get things Back On Track.

Zephyr and Sam are immediately suspicious of this rookie hunter that no one's heard of wanting to join them but Dean? Dean is takes to him instantly.

Ofc, it's just before brumation, so Sam sends him up to Bobby's so Cas doesn't notice him sleeping like the almost-dead all winter. The moment the frost melts, Dean is raring to go, and totally not because he's looking forward to see Cas again, nope!

Sam and Zephyr still don't trust him that much, but Dean still likes him just as much as he did before brumating, if not a little more.

As Dean sees it, Cas is warm like a perfect rock to sun on, he tastes like thunderstorms, and his voice is the most perfect thing he's ever heard. Who cares that he's probably a spy?

This leaves Zephyr and Sam baffled, because loverboy and Dean just don't correlate well together. It's to the point that Zeph flies back to Fearielynd just to ask her half brother's mom what's going on. (they may be Destined)

Gabriel also gets to meet Dean, but his experience isn't as fun as Cas's.

The moment they get to the same town the trickster's in, Dean just shifts (higher ranking angels are loud, which gives humunoid!Dean headaches) without an explanation.

Poor Gabe gets his own just desserts from the 8 foot long python in the form of tricks and scares.

¹ Grymmids are half Grimic (a creature I created) and you can read about them here:

² Grimics look like snakes and function similarly, so I use snake terminology.

(for reference)

[figthoughts]

DEAN WINCHESTER holds your hand when he’s eating you out. he laps at your weeping pussy like a starved man, his warm tongue flicking and sucking on your fattened clit, pulling whimpers and gasps from your pretty mouth.

dean’s good at this; good at eating pussy and making you cum again and again and again for him. you’re so sensitive and swollen from his mouth, but that doesn’t stop him.

your sweet needy noises fill his ears, and his hand moves from holding your thighs open to searching for your hand. he finds it, intertwining your fingers and squeezing it gently as he laps at your cunt, forcing more of your honeyed nectar onto his tongue.

you taste so sweet; dean can’t get enough. he holds your hand, squeezing it encouragingly as you cum again, his puppy dog eyes flickering up to meet yours, checking in with his pretty baby, gauging just how much more you can take. he rubs his thumb along your soft skin, a silent gesture of affection passed between the two of you.

dean’s hand doesn’t leave yours until he’s done, pulling away from your drooling overstimulated cunt, his chin and lips glistening with your arousal. he licks his lips, trying to savour the taste of you as his green eyes rake over your twitching form.

“you were so good for me, yeah? so good, sweet girl,” he praises, squeezing your hand again as he brings it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it.

[babygirldilf]

Making playlists is my love language, and so is sharing, so I summed it all up!

Supernatural playlists:

Stray kids playlists:

Skz family playlists:

3 racha playlist:

Have fun!!!!!

[babyvillkas]

THiTR SPNAU

¹Grymmid!Dean holds a special place in my heart like- 

He’s so fun to write about!

Like he turns into a Boelen Python², which is fucking huge btw, and it totally freaks out Sam the first time he sees him shift, bc ‘wholly shit that is a bigass snake’.

But it’s just Dean with that derpy little look pythons have. And Zephyr eats it UP. Even though Grimics are reclusive (which makes Grymmids exceedingly rare), they know that as a species they are hardly likely to attack.

That's not to say he's not badass- bc he totally is!

Despite his derpy little face, he is a deadly efficient hunter, doubly so in his snake form.

He can hear demons from miles away due to low vibrations they emit. Angels emit higher vibrations, but they are strong, and it rattles his bones in a way that is most uncomfortable.

Regular monsters are no match for Dean, bc his reflexes are as quick as a pythons' and his grip is near impossible to escape with the way he constricts.

He also brunates!

When fall begins, he starts sleeping longer and deeper, depending on where in the USA they are. By November, he's waking up less, but a few hours can be coaxed out of him if they bury him in blankets and warm clothes.

And by the time December rolls around he only wakes up once every 48-36 hours to sip some water before falling back asleep.

Sam absolutely loses it the first time it happens, despite both Dean and Zephyr saying that it'll be over when the weather warms up.

Speaking of angels; let's mention one of our favorites: Cas!

While he doesn't get the chance to raise Dean from hell, he does get to meet the Winchesters and Zephyr.

Heaven sends him to spy on the brothers and help figure out what went wrong and how to get things Back On Track.

Zephyr and Sam are immediately suspicious of this rookie hunter that no one's heard of wanting to join them but Dean? Dean is takes to him instantly.

Ofc, it's just before brumation, so Sam sends him up to Bobby's so Cas doesn't notice him sleeping like the almost-dead all winter. The moment the frost melts, Dean is raring to go, and totally not because he's looking forward to see Cas again, nope!

Sam and Zephyr still don't trust him that much, but Dean still likes him just as much as he did before brumating, if not a little more.

As Dean sees it, Cas is warm like a perfect rock to sun on, he tastes like thunderstorms, and his voice is the most perfect thing he's ever heard. Who cares that he's probably a spy?

This leaves Zephyr and Sam baffled, because loverboy and Dean just don't correlate well together. It's to the point that Zeph flies back to Fearielynd just to ask the few Grymmids what is going on. (It's a Grimic thing)

Gabriel also gets to meet Dean, but his experience isn't as fun as Cas's.

The moment they get to the same town the trickster's in, Dean just shifts (higher ranking angels are loud, which gives humunoid!Dean headaches) without an explanation.

Poor Gabe gets his own just desserts from the 8 foot long python in the form of tricks and scares.

¹ Grymmids are half Grimic (a creature I created) and you can read about them here:

² Grimics look like snakes and function similarly, so I use snake terminology.

(for reference)

[ambiguousdisorderken]

just like with any other spn episode the finale sucked ass simply because cas wasn't in it

[berettajane]

Oh, Loverboy!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 931

Summary: A night of celebration gives Dean the courage to ask you the question that's been burning on his tongue.

A/N:  I do not own the pictures used! 

It had been a while since you’d had a day to breathe and let off some steam.  You’d decided to hit up to the local bar after wrapping up a case, the latest monster of the week done and dusted.  Sam decided to be the DD since you and Dean had done most of the heavy lifting; you were shocked to see Dean toss him the keys, wiggling his eyebrows at you as a wide grin spread across his face.

You had been hunting with the Winchester brothers on and off for several years, only making the situation permanent after you began dating Dean about four years ago.

Dean grabbed the first round of drinks while you and Sam settled into the booth.  The reason you chose this bar in particular was because the marquee outside said there would be live music starting shortly.  The drinks flowed and the stress slowly melted from your body as laughs were had and taunts were exchanged.  At one point, you’d been asked to dance by a local gentleman nearing his 70s after the band had kicked up a good rhythm.  You tossed a carefree glance over your shoulder to Dean, who winked in return.

“ ‘Bout time we have something real to celebrate, don’t you think?” Dean asked, caging you against the bartop with his body.   “Like what, Dean?  Can’t exactly go painting the town red after every Scooby scrap, now can we?” you giggled. “How ‘bout you marry me?” he offered quietly into your ear.  He didn’t miss the way his voice affected you, shivers running up your spine. You reached back to grab the side of his face, kissing him on the cheek.  “How ‘bout you ask me again when you’re sober, Loverboy.” “I am sober,” he nosed at your cheek. You turned to face him; he donned a serious look, memorizing each detail of your radiant face.  “Sure thing, bud.  Not after that many shots.” “Take a peak at Sammy boy and tell me who’s hammered.” You leaned up on your tiptoes to see over his shoulder, his arms still framing your body.  Sam was sprawled out in the booth, playing with a flippable drink menu at the table as he puffed his cheeks up, exhaling deeply before laughing at the feeling. “But… we’ve ordered like 10 drinks and he’s been getting--” 

“We’ve been switching drinks while you were distracted people-watching or singing along with the band,” Dean interrupted you, biting back a smile. “So, Sam’s trashed and you’re..” you started, putting the pieces together. “Sober as a judge, sweetheart,” he answered, his hand leaving the bar to pull your body to his.  His cologne clouded your senses and space between you was quickly disappearing, “Marry me, Y/N.  I never wanna know another day without your love. You already know I’d kill for you, I’d die for you.” Your mind briefly flashed to the six months and 23 days without him, you and Sam scrambling to find a loophole to bring Dean back after a nasty run-in with an ancient beast. “I just know I have to have you forever, however long that may be for us,” he poured his soul out to you, his warm eyes never leaving yours as his heart raced trying to decipher your reaction. “Save it for the altar, Loverboy,” you chuckled.  Dean cocked his head sideways at your remark.  “You already know I’ve been yours since day one; I’m not going anywhere without you by my side as long as either of us can help it.” You smiled, leaning up to capture his lips with yours as your arms wrapped around his neck.  Dean breathed a sigh of relief, pulling you closer to him. 

Around you, a few people hooped and hollered -- loudest of all: your soon-to-be brother-in-law. “About time!” Sam laughed as you and Dean walked back to the booth he was sunk down in.  “If I had to look at his lovesick, forlorn face another DAY, I was gonna ask you for him my damn self.”  You couldn’t help but laugh at Sam.  It had clearly been a long time since he’d had this much to drink and it was a night you wouldn’t soon forget.  “C’mon you giant dope.  Let’s get you home and--” CRASH ! Sam knocked off items from the table as he struggled to right himself in the booth, “settled into bed before you destroy anything else.”  Dean helped you heave his monstrosity of a sibling out of the booth, handing you his wallet to take care of the tab while he assisted Sam towards the parking lot.   When you opened Dean’s wallet to pick between the many stolen credit cards, you saw a picture tucked underneath one of the laminated sections.  Your eyebrows furrowed and you held the wallet higher, trying to see in the dim bar lights.  Warmth spread across your chest as the familiar scene replayed in your head.  Dean had been recounting the tale of a recent hunt gone sideways to Jody, while Sam captured a picture of you laughing and Dean smiling at you, looking at you as if you were the only one in the world.  

To him, you were.

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AO3: BerettaJane

[c-53]

My wonderful partner who i love dearly being evil and hurting me so so bad by looking at jensen ackles in mbv and saying ‘he would be a good faceclaim for my oc’ and making me imagine for a moment a world in which loverboy is dating dean winchester