#married!winchesters

[tobydoeswrite]

[drulalovescas]

You're so sleeping on the couch tonight face

I'm so sleeping on the couch tonight face

[strawlessandbraless]

I love when they’re gossipy little queens

💙💚

[wolfnight360]

What is that look even supposed to mean.

[sunflowernovak]

old married couple

[inacatastrophicmind]

[virtu4l-di4ry]

bruh i bet cas and dean got way more annoying when they started dating. imagine all the bickering and flirting. being in the middle of a fight with a pack of vamps and theyre bickering in the corner about who’s the better boyfriend. (each saying eachother) meanwhile sam’s being flung across the room.

[thwestal]

i've got the STRONGEST FEELINGS about this man's eyes 😫😫😫

[t0mbst0ne]

start of season 12 is wild. Mary meeting Cas, trying to shoot him, watching her son hug him and mentally go “oh my god that boy is a homosexual”. Mary doing *that* look at the backseat of the imapala - Dean catching it and looking to Cas like “shit”??? Cas being all badass and then getting his shit rocked by a British lady the next episode. oh. and Dean calling Cas for mom advice and Cas just going “babe we’ve got bigger problems, just be normal.” anywho! season 12 domination sorry not sorry

[wigglebox]

Suptober - Day 3 | Royalty

[valeron99]

Quiet birthday morning.

[holyfreaks]

very drunk sam and dean trying to get married in vegas <33

[strawlessandbraless]

How I met your Father 💚 💙

[shadystranger]

Samdean rlly made each other a promise in that church him and him come whatever and even death couldn't do them apart

[t1red-twilight]

knight in shining denim

content/warnings: gn!reader, protective!dean, gender neutral pet names are so hard, sexual harassment (brief), cursing

notes: you probably saw this coming

word count: 1.1k

masterlist d. w. masterlist

you, dean, and sam had stopped for the night. there was a case a couple states over, and driving through the night would only resort in drowsiness.

luckily for dean, there was a bar a couple of buildings down from the motel. sam had decided to stay and research, and dean had decided to drag you along with him.

you weren’t much of a drinker and you definitely weren’t in the mood tonight; you all had to get up early tomorrow to continue the drive. and having any sort of hangover (however light it might be) would not be optimal for a long day of driving and loud rock music.

but for the time being, dean wanted a drink and he wanted his best doll to come with him.

the walk to the bar was short, and dean held your hand the whole way. (dean usually felt more comfortable when you were within arm’s reach, even more so when he was actually touching you.)

it had rained earlier, and the petrichor and earthy smells filled your nose. you could smell the musk of dean’s aftershave as well, the pine aroma had become one of your favorites the longer you knew him.

dean let go of your hand and held the door open for you when you arrived. vague country music filled the bar, and a few drunk bar attendees talked loudly.

your shoes stuck to the floor as you walked.

dean hovered closely behind you; his hand reached forward and lightly tugged on your fingers. you laced your fingers with his again. you both walked forward toward the bar.

the bartender didn’t immediately approach you when you sat. when dean scooted his stool closer to yours, the bartender finally approached. “what can i get for you today?”

you turned from dean and spoke to the bartender. “oh, i’ll just have a water.” dean gave his order after you.

the bartend quickly got you both your drinks, and you fell into an unimportant conversation. dean talked about some thoughts he had had about the case while he sipped his beer. his hand settled on your thigh and he stoked his thumb across your jeans.

before long, he had finished it and ordered a new one. “i’m gonna go take a piss.” he patted your thigh twice before waltzing over to the unisex bathroom in the corner of the bar.

you looked down into your glass of water. the rowdy country songs had been changed to something more mellow, likely because the bar would be closing soon. you’d have to tell dean that you should start leaving before the bar started to close. you heard someone sit next to you, and you turned thinking that it would be dean.

it was not, in fact, dean. some man with greasy hair and an uneven, unkempt beard had sat in dean’s seat. slightly taken aback, you almost had to double take. you opened your mouth to ask why he had sat next to you, but interrupted you before you could.

“hey there, pretty little thing.” he pushed up his glasses and continued. “what’s something as good looking as you doing all alone?”

you turned away from him and looked back down at your water. “i-um, i’m waiting for my boyfriend.” you pulled a tight-lipped smile.

“oh, don’t be like that,” he leaned in closer to you. boy did he smell like shit. “you’d be so fun, if you just let me try to-“ he grabbed your wrist and tried to pull you taut to him. you yanked your arm as far away from him as you could. desperately trying not to make a scene, you stood up and struggled to walk away from him.

you pulled another close-lipped smile, but he continued to pull you closer towards him. “c’mon, sweetheart,” he licked his lower lip, “i just need to fuck the bitch out of you, and i promise-“

“can you please let go of me?” you asked as quietly as you could.

you heard dean shout from across the bar. “hey!” his footsteps were more like stomps as his boots thunked towards you. “what the hell do you think you’re doing?” his voice bellowed and could be heard over the low hum of the music and distant chatter. he quickly put himself in front of you, and pushed the greasy man off of you. at dean’s appearance he had already let go of your forearm and put his hands up in a surrendering gesture.

“woah, man. chill out. i was just trying to-“

dean cut him off. “to what? i don’t want to fucking hear it, you asshole. get the fuck away from them before i beat the living-“ he stopped mid-sentence when you grabbed his hand. he turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, and when he saw the look on your face he decided it would be best to just leave.

he reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty for his beers. once he slammed it on the bar, he gently tugged you towards the exit and ushered you out before him. the cold breeze brought you a sense of relief and cooled you down. you let out a breath you were unaware you were holding.

once you were a reasonable distance away from the bar you pulled dean to a stop. his eyebrows furrowed and his green eyes swirled with worry. “you know i’m okay, right, dean?” you reached out and held his other hand.

he looked away for a moment, and when you squeezed his hand he looked back at you. “yeah. i’m sorry i wasn’t there earlier.”

“that’s dumb. you were there just in time.” you drew circles on the back of his hands with your thumbs.

you lifted one of your hands to hold dean’s jawline as he responded. “i just- i’m sorry.”

you guided his face to be near yours.

“hey, it’s alright.” your thumb stroked his cheekbone. dean’s aftershave wafted through your senses.

dean inhaled deeply before responding to you. “no, it’s not. you shouldn’t have to deal with shit like that, and i’m sorry.” he paused. “the least i can do is be there for you when you need me, if you’ll have me.”

you pulled him the final few inches toward you and kissed him. his chapped lips cradled your soft ones, and he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. you pulled away from him, and he kissed the corner of your mouth very briefly. you slipped your hand under his shirt and scratched his back. “i know, dean. let’s go sleep. we have an early morning tomorrow.”

[melle-otterwise]

Just chillin' together 🎶📚

Drawing them is so relaxing ~

Thanks a lot @zissie for the prompt 💚💙