#might as well have been season one dean the way i felt like i was imitating my father

[aturnoftheearth]

i need to know if it’s a common thing outside of the south for dads to drive with one hand on the steering wheel and raise two fingers to wave to a fellow driver when they’re slowly passing each other because i just did that and i felt like i was cosplaying

[alotofpockets]

Game changer | Daphne van Domselaar x Arsenal!Reader

Where Daphne falls for you, but thinks you are already dating one of your friends

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.4k

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The transfer of Daphne van Domselaar had been a rumour for quite some time before your club finally signed her for real. You were quite excited for the Dutch goalkeeper to make the move over to Arsenal.

You had played against her in the Aston Villa matches this season, and while it was frustrating that you couldn't get a ball past her, your admiration for her grew with each shot that she blocked.

She was a strong and confident player, and had been interested in knowing what she would be like as a person. So, of course when it was announced to the team that she would be joining you, you were the first to offer her a tour.

“Hey Daphne, are you ready for the grand tour?” You ask her after she got introduced during the first team meeting to kick-off pre-season. The warm smile on your face instantly calmed Daphne's nerves. “Yeah, that would be great.”

You show her around and enthusiastically tell her all about the Arsenal training grounds. Daphne immediately felt a sense of security. You were very easy to talk to, and your energy was contagious.

“So, how are you liking London so far?” You ask as you make your way over to the pitch. 

“I only got here a couple of days to get settled, but so far I'm enjoying it. Definitely still a lot to figure out and explore.” Daphne replied.

“Well, good thing you have me then!” you wrap your arm around her shoulder in a side hug. “I'll be your tour guide, and show you all the best places.”

While you were training in London, you and Daphne hung out a lot. You kept your promise of being her tour guide, and wanted to make sure Daphne felt at home in the place you had called home for a few years now.

You visited some touristy spots, but you focused on your local favourites. Your favourite parks, shops, coffee shops. As many as you could fit in the short time you had before travelling to the US for your pre-season tour.

During the short time you had known Daphne, the two of you had grown quite close. You loved spending time with the Dutch woman. She was your seat buddy for both the bus ride over to the airport and on the plane to the US.

After the first training, which was just to loosen up their muscles after the long flight, Daphne spent some time with Steph and Beth. “You're both in a relationship, right?” When they both nodded, Daphne continued. “I don't mean to be rude, but I was wondering what it's like travelling so far and not having your partners with you. Is it hard?” 

Beth was the first to answer, “Well, Viv and I have gotten used to it a little with both playing for different national teams. So during international breaks we are often in different parts of the world already. We make it work, and always try to focus on the reunion.” 

“Yeah, and for me with Dean, it's just been so long, that by now it's pretty normal. I remember the first couple of times being pretty hard, but like Beth said, focusing on the reunion always gets us through.” 

“Ah yeah, it must be so nice to reconnect after some time away from each other. Are a lot of the girls on the team in a relationship?” Daphne questions, and Beth and Steph start listing a few of the people.

“Let's see, was that everyone?” Steph asks. “Hm, what about y/n? Isn't she dating that girl? What's her name again, Lily?” Beth questions. 

“Oh yeah, I never know with y/n, but I could totally see them being a thing.” Steph adds.

A part of Daphne was disappointed to hear that you might be in a relationship. Of course, the other part of her was happy for you. But, she had felt a connection with you that she had wanted to explore further, but she should probably set that aside until she was sure if you were or weren't in a relationship.

You thoroughly enjoyed your time in America, as you loved exploring new places. With the team you visited a bunch of tourist attractions, besides the training, which you were quite happy about.

When you got back home, you continued training for the upcoming season. Your free time consisted of hanging out with your friends, and your teammates. 

It wasn't until the first wsl match of the season that the two groups mixed again. Your friends in the stands while you were on the pitch playing with your teammates.

Once the match is over and you spend some time with the fans, you head over to your friends. You hug Jack, Mila, and Morgan first, and lastly you kiss Lily on her cheek and keep your arm around her as you’re talking with your friends. Daphne looks at the scene in front of her, and with the words from Steph and Beth echoing in her mind, she concludes that you are in a relationship. 

As you’re talking with your friends, your eyes keep wandering over to Daphne, as she’s interacting with the fans. Her eyes occasionally flicker over to you, you wave at her the first time that you notice. She smiles back, but the smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Before you can think much of it, Lily nudges you. “So, how is it going with the new goalie?”

“Yeah, she’s great. I think she’s fitting in well with the team.” Morgan cuts in, “You know that’s not what Lily was asking.” Your brow furrows, “What do you mean?”

Your friends collectively roll their eyes. “Do we really need to spell it out for you?” Jack chuckles. “You’ve been hanging out with her all of the time, there has to be more going on between the two of you than just being teammates.”

“We’re just friends.” You say with a shrug of your shoulders. “Then why are you as red as a tomato right now?” Lily teases. “I- eh, cause I’m a gooner. It matches the club colour, you know?” 

You could see how disappointed your friends were with your joke, but it’s not like they weren’t used to them by now. “You should ask her out. She’s clearly into you as well.” Mila opts. “What? No, I can’t just do that.”

Before you can protest any further, Lily shouts “Daphne!” The girl looks over at her name being called from your direction and meets five pairs of eyes looking at her. Lily motioned her over, and when she finished signing a jersey, she came over. 

She looks between you and Lily with a questioning look. You had stepped away from her side, because you were not agreeing with her calling Daphne over and had a nervous look on your face.

Before your friends could embarrass you more, you took ahold of Daphne’s hand and pulled her back onto the field. “Is everything okay with Lily?” You look at her confused, “You know Lily?” Daphne shook her head, “Well, no, not really. Beth and Steph said the two of you were dating, so I assumed that was her.” 

You stop dead in your tracks, “They said what?” You shake your head, “Ew gross. Lily is my best friend from kindergarten, and also very straight.” Even the idea made you laugh. 

Daphne took the news as a game changer, maybe the connection and the vibes she had felt with you, did mean what she thought you did. 

“It’s funny, because Lily was actually calling you over to get me to ask you out.” Your eyes widened when you realised what you had just said, “Wait! Ehm I-” Daphne interrupts you before you can make a fool out of yourself. “I would love to go out with you.”

Your face lit up, “Really?” She nodded with a chuckle, “Yes, of course. I felt like we were already going on little dates, though we never actually called them that. And well then Beth and Steph put me on the wrong path.” 

“I’m gonna need to have a word with those two, can’t start spreading rumours about me.” You laughed together at the situation, before meeting back up with your friends to properly introduce Daphne to them.

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[samsno1]

Surprise

Sam Winchester x F!Reader

I'm a littleeeee late for his birthday one-shot but I did it! Happy Birthday Sammy, the biggest comfort character that I have and the reason for my obsession with a 15 season TV show

Summary: The morning of Sam's birthday didn't go according to planned - in the best way possible

Warnings: PURE FLUFF, naked-ness and hints of sexual intercourse but literally nothing happens, english is not my first language

WC: 1.7k

enjoy!

It was hilarious. The way Sam tried for so long to not bother you about his birthday. Brushing it off, claiming it was nothing, saying you never needed to do much for him because just your presence was enough to make him happy. It was cute but you never bought it, this year was the same thing.

You had woken up later than him that morning, noticed when you didn’t feel the warmth of his chest on your bare back and his hands holding you close like he did the night before. You wondered how he did it, the man kept you up all night and still was able to get up at six for his morning run. Either way, Sam usually went on runs early to clear his head and you knew his birthday was somewhat of a taboo for him – damn John Winchester. He wasn’t very open about it but, from what you knew about his father in the years you knew Sam and Dean, you could have an idea of why he didn’t take his birthday as an important date.

You got up, discarding the sheets, the cold hitting your naked body making goosebumps rise over your skin. The room was an absolute mess, your clothes and Sam’s scattered all around, half the sheet on the ground along with a pillow that you probably pushed off the bed to make up some space. You smiled to yourself feeling the warmth on your cheeks – it has been three years since you started dating Sam and five since you met him and he still managed to make you feel like it was your first time all over again.

You gathered some clean clothes of yours and decided to hop on the shower to really wake up and, since Sam never ate breakfast before a run, you wanted to start his special day with his favorite breakfast – made by you. Sam always appreciated anything you did for him, be it the simplest thing as breakfast or complex things such as, well, saving his life. Dean always teased about Sam being madly in love with you ever since he first laid his eyes on you. Little did he know it was practically the same for you too. The pining was terrible and you only noticed how embarrassing it truly was after you started dating. You assumed, though, it was always like that, what matters is that it worked out and it was one of the best decisions of your life to start a relationship with Sam Winchester.

You thought about all kinds of things you could do to surprise Sam later. He wasn’t much for parties and only drank casually – unlike his brother. He liked Celine Dion but you thought it would be too dismissive to buy a vinyl of hers for his birthday. To sum it up, Sam was a hard guy to buy gifts for because everything he told you when you asked what he liked to get was I don’t need much sweetheart, just give me anything and I’ll be more than happy. Ugh, such a cliché thing to say to your girlfriend.

While you were cooking the eggs you heard the loud noise of the metal door to the bunker closing and immediately smiled to yourself knowing your birthday boy had arrived. He ran down the stairs and you were able to hear his tired breaths from afar. You always wondered why he liked running so much, catching yourself thinking of all the different reasons why he might feel the need to run every morning. Maybe it was just great to workout, maybe he just needed some time alone, maybe he just likes the fresh air from time to time, either way, you weren’t by any means going to complain about waking up on an empty bed every now and again – it was one of the things he enjoyed, you weren’t going to ruin it for him.

You felt strong – and slightly sweaty – arms wrap around your waist from behind and soft lips kissing the side of your neck, a light hum coming out of his mouth as he smelled your perfume. “Good morning, Sweetheart” He whispered against your skin.

“Good morning baby, I’m making breakfast for you birthday boy” You said.

You felt him smile over your neck, and one of his hands snaked up and grasped your chin, turning your face to him. He quickly looked at your eyes, then your lips, leaning in to leave a long peck over them. You sighed dreamily through your nose, turning your body around completely to him, making him adjust his other hand on your waist. When he pulled away Sam was looking at you with the most loving eyes you had ever witnessed – well, he always looked at you like that.

“You didn’t have to”

“I wanted to, don’t start” You countered. You would’ve ran a hand through his hair, hugged him tight and showered him in kisses but, first, he needed an actual shower – his front strands were shining with sweat. “Now” You laid a hand over his chest “go take a shower so that I can greet you properly and for you to eat”

He lowered both his hands to your waist again and you felt his thumbs under your shirt, caressing your bare skin. He seemed to not have registered a word you said as he just stared dreamily at your face.

“Thank you” He said suddenly. You felt a seriousness in his tone, something more than just thanking you for making him food. The words hung heavy on his tongue and in your ears, your brain trying to process what he really meant by them. You knew that in ‘Winchester’ – or better, the way Sam and Dean spoke about feelings – ‘thank you’ could mean a thousand different things and emotions and this time it definitely wasn’t just for the eggs.

Sam noticed the confusion on your face, your beautiful eyes trying to read through his and figure it out. You were a smart woman, Sam knew that. He also knew you would not just take that thank you as something simple, specially with the way he said it. Truth was, Sam wanted to say so much more, to drown you in his words, to fill your body with emotions but he was just too scared. Every time he felt the need to tell you more, the constriction in his throat was stronger, the nervousness in his body was overwhelming and he would just not say exactly what he wanted to say. The velvet box hung heavy in the pocket of his shorts.

“For what?” You asked, almost in a whisper, eyebrows furrowed.

“For being you” He said and watched as a beautiful smile opened in your face. It’s now or never Sam, do it, fucking do it.

He let go of your waist, still smiling at you. Sam had told you before that nothing was a better gift for him than having you in his life. He meant that. He meant every single word. So, yeah, Sam Winchester faked going for a run this morning. Sam Winchester actually went to pick up a ring he had ordered a week ago. Sam Winchester wasn’t actually sweaty, he had thrown water on his front strands to fake it because you were so smart to the point you’d notice that he didn’t go for a run if his hair was dry.

Sam Winchester was on his knees in front of you, a beautiful golden ring inside a velvet box in his hand.

You were frozen as tears started to well up, your eyes glossy. “Sam..”

“You’re one of the many reasons I’m still here” He began “You make every breath I take worth it, you turned my world upside down the moment I saw you, you make me aspire to be better every single day. I look at you and I see life, a future and the forever love of my life” He took a breath, the constriction in his throat wasn’t beating him now, it wasn’t going to stop him. “I can’t see myself without you anymore so, please, if you’d give me the pleasure…____ ____, will you marry me?”

Your heart was beating so fast and so loud you could feel it in your ears, tears were falling down your cheeks as Sam held your shaky hand in his. You’ve never felt happier, you’ve never wanted to scream this loud or cry this much. He was going to be the death of you.

“Yes!” You nodded aggressively, smiling wide “Yes, yes, God, a thousand times yes!”  You said loudly and Sam stood up with the intention of putting the ring around your finger but you just couldn’t hold back your happiness. 

As soon as he was up, you threw yourself at him, your arms around his neck and he almost lost his balance, swaying on his feet. You sobbed on his shoulder as he hugged you tight to him. You pulled back to look in his eyes and saw nothing but love, nothing but happiness and gave him a long kiss.

You pulled away and finally let him put the ring around your finger as you stared emotionally at it, the gold shining beautifully against your skin. When he looked at your face again he smiled, his dimples showing and his cheeks red.

“I was supposed to surprise you today” You said with feigned anger as you stared into his eyes. Sam shook his head and chuckled.

“I told you, there’s no gift I’d rather have than you”

“You’re so corny”

“You love it”

“Yeah, I love it…I love you”

“I love you” And he kissed you again, his hands holding your cheeks as if you were made of glass. You held his wrists to keep him there…Until the smell of something burning hit your nose and you pulled back with wide eyes.

“Oh Jesus Christ, the food!” You said desperately, turning around to turn the stove off. Sam just laughed at you, his fianceé, trying to swat the smoke away with your hand as you poured water over the brunt eggs. Yeah, best gift ever.

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[cleighwrites]

Demon Blood Makes the Best Lube

SPN Fanfic

Characters - Jensen as Dean x Jared as Sam

Summary - Jared gets an itch only Jensen can help scratch.

Word Count - 1,812

A/N - This was written for the @spnkinkevents role-play weekend! The prompt was Jared playing demon blood!Sam manhandling Jensen as Dean from the always amazing @jld71, who also beta'd for me. If you're at all queasy about fake blood, this is your warning!! lol

Also, let's just pretend they knew what would happen in the next season for this one... I couldn't help the quote!

Warnings - NSFW, fake demon blood as lube, anal (fingering, sex, rimming), incest role-play

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Jared had an itch under his skin that he just couldn’t scratch. He knew what it meant and how to get it gone. But he needed Jensen to play along. 

They shot Dean finding out about Sam drinking demon blood that day. It had been emotional for both brothers, but Jared was feeling amped up from the adrenalin that came with pretending to be hopped up on drugs gave him. He’d also shot a rather steamy scene with “Ruby” that day which got him a little riled up. He needed a way to get things out of his system, which gave him an idea. 

He grabbed his phone and shot Jensen a quick text. 

> Tell Cliff we’ll get a ride home

> Don’t change out of your costume

> Meet me on the seedy hotel set, 15 minutes

They’d been done filming for a little while and he and Jensen had just gotten back to their trailers after debriefing with Bob about their shots for the next day. Most of the crew should be finishing up everything now, so fifteen minutes should be plenty of time for them to be alone on set. 

Jared paced in his trailer as he watched the minutes tick by. By the time he was meant to meet Jensen, it felt like an hour had passed. He took his time walking to the specified set, stopping by the props trailer to get something necessary for what he had planned.

The set was dark and the door groaned when Jared opened it. His heart beat wildly in anticipation when he heard it click shut. 

“Hello? Jared?” Jensen called from the other side of the wall. 

“No ‘Jared’ here,” Jared called back, his voice cool and sure, just like Sam’s. 

There was a slight pause while Jared rounded the faux wall to find Jensen sitting at the foot of one of the beds still in Dean’s clothes. Jensen straightened up when he saw him. 

“Sammy?” he asked, concerned. “What’s with all the cloak and dagger? Did something happen?” He stood and walked toward him, reaching a hand out to touch Sam’s bloodstained face.

“I’m fine, it’s not mine,” Jared swiped his hand away. 

“You were with her, weren’t you?” Dean asked, full of anger, hurt, and accusation. 

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. And we were interrupted,” Sam retorted.  

“Oh, pity,” Dean rolled his eyes and turned to walk away.

“You’re the one that pulled that fire alarm, Dean. Why?”

“Because if you have to skulk around in seedy hotels, you shouldn’t be doin’ it!” Dean was right back in Sam’s face.

“Like this place is so much better?” Sam motioned to the room around them, peeling wallpaper and musty sheets and all. 

“Yeah, well, it ain’t the Ritz, but at least it’s not a crack den.” 

“I’m not on crack, Dean.”

“Might as well be,” he said sadly, looking at Sam’s bloody lips. 

“You’re just jealous because I can do things you can’t,” Sam smirked, knowing he was pushing Dean’s buttons. 

On cue, Dean’s jaw ticked. “I don’t need this from you,” he said, then shoved past Sam on his way toward the door. 

Sam was quick though, with a new dose of demon blood coursing through him. He reached out and grabbed Dean’s arm, turning him to face him. 

“Let go, Sam,” Dean growled. 

“You gonna make me?” Sam responded, voice pitched low; taunting. 

Dean tried to jerk away, but couldn’t shake off Sam’s hold. 

“Like I said, ‘we were interrupted’.”

“Sammy,” Dean warned before trying harder to shake off Sam’s grip. 

“Guess you’ll have to do,” Sam said, hauling Dean back to the bed Jensen had been sitting on before. 

“What are you thinking, Sam? Just cuz you’re all hopped up on demon blood, don’t mean you gotta take it out on me!” 

He was putting up a real struggle now, but Sam was stronger. He arranged them so that Dean’s knees were pressed against the mattress, then shoved him. Dean fell back with a thump and tried to roll to the side quickly, but Sam was quicker still and had him pinned before he could make it off the side of the bed. 

“Sammy, this isn’t you. Don’t do this, man,” Dean begged, already giving up his fight. 

“It was always going to end up this way, Dean.” Jared ran his nose along Jensen’s jaw and sniffed his neck. He smelled like Dean. “You, me, here.”

“I think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself, Sam,” Jensen said with a smirk. 

Jared chuckled. Of course, Jensen would call him out on a Lucifer quote from the next season they’d already talked to the producers about. It was just too good to not use in the moment. 

“Why else would you be so jealous of her, Dean?” Sam licked his way up Dean’s neck. 

Dean struggled again but to no avail. 

“You can’t escape this.” 

Sam sat upright, keeping a firm hand on Dean’s chest, rendering him immobile. He slipped a vile out from his back pocket and laid it on the bed next to them. Dean’s eyes went wide. 

“I ain’t drinking no demon blood, Sammy, you can forget it!” he yelled. 

“It’s not for you to drink, Dean, relax.” 

“Yeah, right, easy for you to say,” he snarked. 

“You’re going to enjoy this, trust me.”

“That demon has rotted your brain out, Sammy.” 

“On the contrary,” Sam started, rucking up Dean’s shirt and unbuttoning his jeans. “She’s made me so powerful.” His lip twitched into a brief smirk. “You wouldn’t believe the things I’m capable of now.” 

“Oh, I bet I could,” Dean grumbled, then let out a surprised yelp when Sam’s hand wrapped around his half-hard cock. 

“You want this, brother,” Sam said on an exhale.

“Don’t,” Dean’s voice broke over the word, making Sam’s pulse skyrocket. 

“‘Don’t’ what?” Sam asked just before kissing Dean’s mouth and stroking him at the same time. 

Dean went pliant underneath Sam, and Sam knew that he’d won. Dean was giving in to him; the one person he couldn’t say “no” to. It was all the permission Sam needed to stroke faster and kiss harder. He could feel the flakes of Ruby’s blood craking off of his lips and falling all over Dean’s face. Dean made a noise of protest but didn’t try to fight him off. 

Once Dean’s dick was hard in his hand, Sam let go and used the same hand to pull Dean’s jeans down his legs. 

“Kick your shoes off,” Sam commanded. 

Weak and under Sam’s spell, he obeyed. After he kicked off his shoes, Sam made quick work of removing his pants. Once Dean was bare from the waist down, Sam clicked open the bottle of blood Ruby had sent him home with and dribbled some across his fingers. 

Dean’s eyes went wide, knowing what Sam’s plan was. He tried to keep his legs together, but Sam pried them open and put himself between them so that Dean’s most private parts were available to him. The blood was singing in his veins. 

Dripping with blood, Sam’s fingers found Dean’s hole and began working him open. The demon blood always made him feel like he was about to explode and the only thing that helped was sex; and since he and Ruby were interrupted by Dean’s little fire drill, he’d have to make due. 

He slid one finger in easily and smiled to himself and Jensen was still loose from their morning workout. After a few strokes, he slid in another finger and then a third when he was ready. The demon blood was working surprisingly well. Jared still had the taste of it in his mouth, which gave him another idea. 

“Don’t even try to move,” Sam instructed, then dove down Dean’s body and hoisted his legs into the air. 

Dean grunted but didn’t budge as Sam’s mouth latched onto his bloodied hole. He sucked and licked and devoured Dean and the taste drove him mad with want. Once he’d had his fill, Sam undid his own pants and shoved them down to his knees as he crawled back up Dean’s body. 

Cutting off Dean’s protest, Sam kissed him with the fresh blood on his lips. This time, Dean kissed back, desperate and wanting, knowing what was to come. With no ado and very little fanfare, Sam lined himself up and shoved into Dean. He groaned into their kiss and Sam felt him clench and unclench around his length. 

Unable to hold himself back, he pulled out and shoved back in, over and over again. Uncaring for Dean’s pleasure, he railed into him, stroking himself on the tight velvet of his brother’s open hole. When the blood started to dry, he applied more. Dean’s ass was a wet, red mess, and Sam was enamored by it. Knowing that it wasn’t his brother’s blood, but a demon’s made it all the more illicit. 

Jared laughed to himself, taking Jensen out of the moment. 

“Something funny?” Jensen asked between groans of pleasure. 

“Just me thinking about how hot it is that you’re drenched in demon blood while I fuck you.”

Jensen made a face, but his ass clenched tight, betraying his true feelings. Jared kissed him and fucked into him harder and faster until they were both breathless. 

“Ung, I’m gonna come,” Jensen grunted. 

“Yeah, come on your brother’s cock,” Jared said. 

“Man, come on!” Jensen begged. 

They’d both read the fanfic; both knew what people saw between the two of them on and off screen. But Jensen had always protested a sexual relationship between the brothers; even when they were just playing around. He was much more moral than Jared.

Jared bit down on his ear lobe and whispered, “Come for me, big brother.”

Jensen’s entire body seized up and he came with a shout all over Dean and Sam’s shirts and jackets. They were going to get ripped a new one by wardrobe… again. But Jared couldn’t care about that when Jensen’s ass was milking him dry. He grunted and bit down on Jensen’s neck as he came. 

When he was too sensitive to keep thrusting into Jensen, he pulled out. The sight of his dick and Jensen’s ass covered in blood was shocking. It looked like Jared had literally fucked Jensen a new one. But as gruesome as the sight was, Jared was mostly turned on by it. 

“You look like a werewolf,” Jensen said, once Jared lay down beside him.

“I look like I just ate your bloody ass,” Jared corrected. 

Jensen made another face. “I don’t even wanna look down, do I?”

Jared took a look at his dick and between Jensen’s legs. “Nope. But I gotta admit…”

“That was fun?” Jensen supplied.

“Demon blood makes the best lube,” he finished with a wide smile across his face. 

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[scoobydoodean]

Hey 👋 I just wanted to ask when, in your view of Dean, do you see him figuring out his sexuality? I know you don't like the idea that Sam explains it to him as an adult through some inexplicable ability to diagnose someone with bisexuality and I also dislike this idea as I feel it kinda disregards both Dean's personal experiences as well as the general climate towards queer people when he was growing up which was obviously not favourable at all. Also if you believe that he figured himself out early on, do you think rufus and bobby helped with that? Idk I just like the idea of dean having queer elders in his life and finding out about himself that way. Or maybe I just like the idea of dean having a support group 😞. Anyway sorry this ended up being me just kinda going on a rant. Thank you for all your dean posts he is my favourite and seeing you defend him makes me very happy 😊

I enjoy the idea that Dean has been hooking up with women and men the whole time and we just don't get to see that explicitly (because of the network? Because of Chuck? Because Dean keeps his activities with men under wraps out of caution? Because he made a bet over how long it'd take Sam to notice? Pick your poison).

Fun little bits that lend to this perspective for me are 1.15 The Benders, Dean's fascination with Dr. Sexy and his sexy cowboy boots, Crowley and Demon Dean's summer of love (especially the triplets), Dean's affinity for dorky little guys and Victor Henriksen.

The most interesting and convincing one to me though is the idea of Dean testing the waters with Cas a few times in season 5 with little flirtations, only to come to the conclusion that Cas isn't into men because Cas keeps missing all of his hints about hooking up (5.03a, 5.03b, 5.03&4.10&5.15, 5.18). Or they did hook up once at some point but it didn't become anything more and didn't happen again after the one time (6.19).

Regretfully, I must also spare a nod to #sam knows (but so does Dean!).

It's just fun to me. It's fun to think about. I don't really have any specific headcanons about an exact time period when he figured out "Oh I like chicks and dudes". But I also don't think John Winchester would give a shit if Dean fucked dudes or wanted to date or even marry a guy so I don't know that the family aspect would be such a big issue (*cough cough* bi John truthing). If anything, I think John might worry himself sick about Dean getting hate crimed by somebody and open his big mouth and say some things he shouldn't have—the same way he drove Sam away because he was so fixated on the terror he felt at the idea of Sam not being safe (1.08, 1.20). Then again, John was never as paranoid about Dean's safety as he was about Sam's.

I do have a tag where I collect queer dean stuff. #swayze always gets a pass.

[nessafayee]

fuck all you bitches i’m gonna defend rory gilmore till the day i die!!! she is overhated!! yall just don’t understand her!!! i’m not saying she doesn’t have flaws & there aren’t valid reasons to dislike her, but half the time people be doing too much and literally misunderstand her character.

and yes i do hate logan!!! i like logan & rory as a couple, and he has cute moments, but as a PERSON logan is an arrogant, classist, asshole!!!! the fact is, rory made logan a better person, while he made her a worse one!!!! she brought out his best traits & he brought out her worst ones.

like who meets someone and starts trying to debate with them. like i can get down with rivals to lovers and bickering as flirting, but he did not KNOW her!! he was just starting a fight with a random girl because he thought it was fun, because it entertained him and that’s all other people are to him. entertainment. maybe that’s too far, but idc he didn’t even remember marty’s name! he probably treats service workers like shirt & doesn’t tip. and when he got mad at rory for criticizing his rich friends— valid criticism might i add— just because HE felt attacked. like yeah, you’re rich & an asshole & out of touch, sorry to tell you! and yeah, rory had no right to talk because she is also rich and privileged in the same ways, especially at that time, but that doesn’t negate the fact she was right!

they work because, yes, rory did get annoying in the later seasons, but high school rory would HATE logan. like y’all hate on yale rory as if logan isn’t the main version of her, except WORSE yet y’all love him 🙄

and i NEVER see anyone criticize logan for cheating on his fiancé, yet everyone’s up rory’s ass for cheating with dean. and yeah, that was horrible and lindsay deserved better, and while cheating can not be excused iit’s clear that dean manipulated rory while she was going through a tough time. she was transitioning into a new environment, where suddenly she wasn’t the smartest person and people didn’t dote on her and tell her how amazing she was 24/7, she missed the safety and familiarity of Stars Hollow and her childhood and dean gave a little bit of that back to her. was it horrible for her to do that? yes, but also he told her him and lindsay were getting a divorce— A LIE— and then slept with her!!! her first time was founded on a lie!!!!

i could & WILL defend her to the moon and back. and ya know what, idc about the tree thing. was it a crazy and entitled thing to do, hell yeah, but it was funny and real as fuck. like i wouldn’t say it out loud, but i would be annoyed if someone took my tree even though id know its not logical. it’s like how i hate when people are in the kitchen when im cooking as if they don’t also live in this house.

and i would ALSO say no to logan’s proposal, like godforbid i don’t want to get engaged right after i graduated!!! like damn bitch wait a fucking minute! and why must it be all or nothing?? you think you’re gonna go out & find the love of your life because she said no? well guess what, years later you’re still pinning after her— yall coulda been married by now but you decided to break up.

and unrelated but i’m the BIGGEST max medina hater. that man is my worst enemy. i don’t even wanna explain my hatred for him because it’s seems so obvious. i mean he proposed to her to stop a FIGHT, he is so immature and toxic but because he’s attractive and reads books and is charming somehow that means he’s not an asshole and overall shitty person. he is a male manipulator!!! you can’t tell me he didn’t think lorelai was below him, he definitely thought he was smarter than her. paris was right when she said he was probably dating someone dumb, not because lorelai is dumb, but because he thinks she is. like him correcting her in the middle of a fight???? BITCH KILL YOURSELF! I HATE HIM AND IT PISSES ME OFF THAT EVERYONE PRAISES HIM!!!

and yeah i do like tristian even though he’s basically a younger version of logan. but in my defense he’s hotter & pretty privilege is #real 🩷

i could say more but no one cares so i’ll shut the fuck up for once, you’re welcome ✌️

[ghostcreaturetypething]

As previously mentioned, I am still very early in terms of supernatural seasons. As such, Dean has only died twice thus far; first in season 1 episode 12, Faith, and second in season 2, episode 1, In My Time of Dying. Both episodes are phenomenal and I enjoyed them very much, but they are also, somewhat surprisingly, incredibly different. This difference felt important to me, and predictably I ended up wanting to talk about. However, most regrettably, I do not yet actually have anyone in my actual life who watches or even knows what Supernatural is, so I am afraid for now, you all are stuck with me and my incomprehensible thoughts.

First and foremost: Faith. In this episode, as I’ve already discussed, Dean seems very resigned to his fate very quickly. It’s Sam who is the driving force behind saving him, Sam who flat-out refuses to give up on his brother even while Dean is behaving as though his death is inevitable from the very beginning. In this episode Dean is also behaving in a way that is, for lack of a better adjective, very Dean. He’s matter-of-fact about the situation, he’s evasive about any feelings he might have about it, and he’s making jokes the whole time, playing up that ‘I laugh in the face of death’ attitude that Sam hates. This behaviour is, in my opinion, an attempt to cover up all the sadness and fear and anger he’s really feeling, to try and protect Sam and stop him from feeling guilty when his attempts to save his big brother inevitably fail, and he continues with it for almost the entire time he’s actively dying. Dean is also acting quite deliberately belligerent, and I have a theory about the reasons for this that I’m breaking my own heart with. Now — and I am trusting the Superwholockers to come through for this one — do you remember, in The Final Problem, when Euros is trying to force Sherlock to shoot either John or Mycroft, and Mycroft is saying all of these awful things about John, being shockingly callous and scathing about Sherlock’s best friend — until Sherlock, thank god, sees straight through him and explains to John that he’s actually being kind by deliberately trying to make Sherlock angry so that it becomes easier for his little brother to kill him. Well. And I am so sorry for this. I think, in Faith, Dean is attempting to do something similar. At the very least, his attitude is a way to distract Sam from his worry and sadness; at most, this sweet idiot is actually trying to piss Sam off to the extent that Sam is then less sad when Dean dies. Admittedly, if this is the case, Dean’s attempt is quite half-hearted; he’s trying his best, but as I said, he is dying. He’s exhausted, he’s in pain, and he’s scared. Nevertheless, he manages to keep it up pretty consistently, except for one specific moment that absolutely kills me: when he turns up in Sam’s motel room and Sam gives him shit about “this whole… ‘I laugh in the face of death’ thing”, and tells him “It’s crap, I can see right through it”…Dean doesn’t even argue with him. He nods and says, “Yeah, whatever dude” and moves on. I think this moment, more than anything else, more than Dean wincing and leaning on things and looking like a corpse, shows just how wrecked he is. Enough to let the mask fall for a moment, too tired to try and reassure his little brother or even brush it off with a joke. And, just, fuck. Now; I’ve talked about this episode before. We know how it ends. We know that despite all of Dean’s pessimism, Sam really does save him, with relatively little effort and impressively little doubt on his part. So, this series of events is now the context for Dean’s second near-death experience in In My Time of Dying, which, as a result of them, goes very differently.

So. Very first episode of the second season. For the second time in his life, Dean is dying. He has been untethered from his body and he is wandering around the hospital like a ghost. Sam can’t see him. John can’t see him. He is, for much of it, effectively alone. But despite this, despite not having to protect Sam from his own death this time, Dean doesn’t break down. He doesn’t let the mask slip, he doesn’t cry, he doesn’t despair. Even when he is completely un-perceived and therefore free to express his emotions however he likes, he still has his brave face on. The curtain’s down, sweetheart, why are you still performing and all that, but of course he is, he’s Dean. Evidence for his real feelings, I think, lies in the way he keeps repeating himself when he talks to Sam. Not word for word, but the sentiment is always the same: “I’m waking up”, “I’ll be fine”, “I’m not going anywhere”. And then, near the end with the reaper, even when it seems sure that he cannot escape her: “I’m not going with you.” He’s trying to convince himself more than anyone else, who mostly can’t hear him anyway. He is scared, of course he is. But in a very different way to how he was in Faith. It is always ‘I am’, ‘I will’, after all. Very confident phrasing, just like how Sam told him “I’m not gonna let you die” in Faith. Dean is mirroring him. In the absence of the direct support of his little brother, he’s supporting himself. But in Faith, I got the sense that he was mainly putting on a brave face for Sammy, as opposed to pushing the fear down so he could actually be proactive about the situation. Do you see what I mean? And this brings us to what I think is the main difference between the death’s: This time, Dean is fighting it. He doesn’t want to die, and he believes he has a choice in the matter, in complete opposition to how he felt in Faith. And I think this is because of Sam. Sam proved to him that he didn’t have to die, even when he was sure he had no choice, and now, eleven episodes later, Dean is fighting for himself just as hard as Sam fought for him the first time. And that, everybody, is what we call CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. Right from the beginning he’s pushing to survive this — “Screw you doc, I’m waking up!” — despite the doctors saying otherwise, and neither he nor Sam having any evidence that it’s even likely. He is then very quick to turn to Sam for help — “Come on, Sam. Go find some hoodoo priest an’ lay some mojo on me, I’ll be fine” — but of course he is. Sam saved him last time, completely single-handedly. If Dean doubted him at all before, he doesn’t now. If he hesitated in entrusting his life to the hands of his little brother before, there is no thought of that now.

In comparison, Sam himself — well. Sam is having a more difficult time than he did the first time around. For good reason. Poor Sam has had a very rough few days; he got strangled by a demon-possesed civilian who was then shot off the top of him, the demon the Winchester’s have all been hunting for the whole first season has just slipped out from under all of their noses, he survived a brutal car crash, and now the person who, as he made clear in Devil’s Trap, means more to him than anyone and anything else, is dying in a hospital bed. Again. If anyone deserves to be cut some slack, its Sam Winchester. But another reason for the difference in Sam’s behaviour is, I think, the absence of Dean. Before, in Faith, Dean was at least awake — tired and grumpy as well as completely unsupportive and unhelpful, but there. Present. Contactable. Solid. Now, he’s comatose in a hospital bed, hooked up to all manner of tubes and wires and looking so much more fragile than before, and that is very difficult for Sam, I think. Dean is his older brother. He’s always been there, for Sam’s whole life. As Sam said in Salvation: “even when I couldn’t count on anyone I could always count on you.” And it’s true. Now, unable to even talk to his brother, things feel a lot harder. Little siblings are like that. They don’t often need you, per se, but they do come to depend on the fact that you’re always just sort of there. And now Dean isn’t there. For the first time in Sam’s life, his big brother has gone somewhere he cannot reach, and Sam — strong, brave, capable Sam — I think he panics a bit. Cue him yelling at John in one of my all-time favourite scenes thus far, which then brings us to the next point: when Sam and John are having said shouting match, Dean gets upset. I find this very interesting. After all, everything Sam says is completely valid based on what we know about John at this point. Hell, Dean even said similar things when John was sitting by his bedside. But as soon as Sam starts to get angry, as soon as his family begins to argue, he can’t stand it, to the point that it is then that he figures out he can move things in his disembodied state — smashing the glass of water on floor. This is a perfect example of one of the things that I love most about Dean: despite his belligerence, despite his devil-may-care attitude, he is completely family-focused. He loves them more than anything, and when faced with the prospect of literally dying — with being snuffed out, transported to some unknown state and leaving his whole life behind — his family is all he can think about. How his leaving would put them in danger, put Sam in danger. And so he fights harder, tries to find a way around the most inevitable inevitability there is. The chances are, however, that if John had not intervened — it would all have been for naught. No matter how badly he wanted to live, to stay with his family, Dean would have died and left them all the same. But so it was the first time, so it has been every time for as long as life has existed. The important thing is not the end. It is not the futility of it all. It is the fact that, this time, Dean fought to stay alive. He wanted to live. For his family, because of his family, but also — just a little — for himself. And I think that’s wonderful.

[zepskies]

hiii, I hope you’re doin well lovely💗:) i don’t have a question this time, but i wanted to share something i thought was kind of funny

i’ve been crocheting & finally catching up on chicago fire — got to the season 12 finale where the episode title was “Never Say Goodbye” 😭 I feel like that’s a sign I should reread it soon loll <3

side note; married stellaride makes me swoooooon, they’ve had some moments in these newer episodes that remind me of BMD ben x reader 🙂‍↕️🫶🏽 like there was a moment in 13x01 where kelly pulled the classic ‘kiss to shut you up’ move [sweetly] cause stella was anxiously spiraling and it had me dying. 🫠 felt like such a ben move, especially after ‘A Simple Touch’ 💚

Hello my lovely friend!! 💕 My week is going sloooow, but still going good overall, thanks! I hope the same for you. 💜

First of all, I love that you crochet! I used to do that in high school lol, but sadly I could never make anything except a satchel-like purse with a drawstring. 😝 And omgg I used to love Chicago Fire too! (I basically stopped watching after the way they so horribly wrote Gabby off the show. 😭) I love Stellaride too though. And omg yay, they're married! "Never Say Goodbye" is a great title, if I say so myself. 😏

Aw thank you, I'd love it if you did reread Never Say Goodbye! For those who don't know, that was my first ever Dean Winchester x Reader soulmate AU. 💞

side note; married stellaride makes me swoooooon, they’ve had some moments in these newer episodes that remind me of BMD ben x reader 🙂‍↕️🫶🏽 like there was a moment in 13x01 where kelly pulled the classic ‘kiss to shut you up’ move [sweetly] cause stella was anxiously spiraling and it had me dying. 🫠 felt like such a ben move, especially after ‘A Simple Touch’ 💚

I loooove it!! The "kiss you to shut you up" thing would so be a Soldier Boy (Ben) move lol, especially in Break Me Down (Soldier Boy x Reader).

They just argue so damn much, it'd be one of the few ways he might be able to get her to shut up when they're going at it...

Then they'd vent their frustrations in a different way. lmao. 💚❤️‍🔥

[luulapants]

What is your honest opinion about tumblr darling: Supernatural?

My take is that it's 1) poorly written 2) misogynistic.

Oh ho ho, is it take off the gloves o'clock? Is that what time it is? Hell yeah, let's do this thing.

So first off, I think it's easy to make an argument for both of your takes, but I also think those takes are reductionist to the point of being meaningless.

I think it also depends on what it is that you want Supernatural to be in the first place. If you want it to be prestige television, well, that's not what it is. If you hold it up to the tight writing standards of a 10-episode drop-and-binge streaming series, it's not that either. It's a full-length weekly network fantasy drama, and by the standards of those types of shows, it's not bad. There's a lot of shit episodes, but there's a lot of shit X-Files and Buffy and Star Trek episodes, too, because that's the nature of that type of show. It had slumps and slogs, but none so bad that the show wasn't beloved and kept on air for 15 seasons, even in an era of TV where the 15-season TV show was rapidly going extinct. It's misogynistic because TV in 2005 was almost exclusively misogynistic and their attempts to outgrow it were hit-or-miss at best. At the end of the day, it was a show about a bunch of dudes.

But I'm honestly not fussed about whether it's "good" or not. That's not a useful metric unless you define the standards. What I do think Supernatural is, definitively, is really instructional on multiple elements of American media in its age:

The intermixing of fandom and production. There's a whole generation of TV shows, Supernatural probably one of the largest of these, that saw the emergence of a direct dialogue between TV writers and producers and their audiences. This manifested in different ways with different shows, but Supernatural was emblematic of the combative relationship that would become commonplace. The meta episodes that directly targeted or depicted or spoke to the fanbase - that was crazy, shows weren't doing that before! The fact that destiel became so popular in the fanbase and the fact that production felt like they had to textually address it within the show - bonkers!

The complexity of authorial intent in TV as a medium. Because there isn't a single guiding hand dictating everything that happens in a show, which has always been true, but I struggle to think of any show where conflict between parties within a show's production were so apparent to the audience. You have a show runner with a vision for a given season - which might contradict or be a giant 'fuck you' to the vision of the previous showrunner. You have writers who have their own ideas, the producers who censor the writers, the actors who come back complaining about their lines, the directors who are giving allusions to their own agenda through visuals. Everything around the widower arc speaks to a production war over what Dean and Castiel's relationship is, from the market research, to the script, to the way Ackles performed the funeral rites, to the Romeo + Juliet nod in the neon cross when they're reunited. This is a show that proves that Doylist arguments will always be incomplete when interpreting TV media, because what are the chances you'll get an interview with the lighting crew that decided to put that halo around them in that scene? Or find out who decided on that song? Or that costume?

Post-9/11 sociopolitics. I need to give a shout-out to @1x20 for opening my eyes to this wild element of early seasons Supernatural, but once you start looking for it in TV of this era, it's everywhere. The monsters are among us, they're coming after the nuclear family. There's elements of the crime procedural here, the dissolution of the private sphere because The Hero must dedicate all of himself to his crusade. Those politics evolve over the course of the show, but they continue to speak to a very particular niche of American paranoia. It's worth noting that Supernatural was remarkably bipartisan in its viewer base, and it skated an interesting line to do that.

American masculinity. I mean, we have to acknowledge that this is a show that was created by a guy who read On the Road but didn't pick up on any of the bisexual subtext. He essentially created a parody of masculinity in Dean that has had an absurd outsized impact on fandom culture and probably on broader media culture, too.

Anyway I think that's enough ramble for now and people who are more scholarly than myself can probably restate some of this stuff in way more intelligent ways.

[ananke-xiii]

About Sam Winchester.

[This post has been edited after my discussion with @samjgirl , @sam-winchester-admiration-league and after @adaav 's comment to my post. I really want to thank them for their time and for pointing many interesting points out. I wasn't well informed about the techniques of storytelling and I believe I lost a bit of focus after season 11. Now I'm actually happier as I've started to even more appreciate this character, so win-win for me!]

The character of Sam Winchester was my biggest surprise and my biggest disappointment while watching Supernatural (but it's not his fault). [EDIT: while I still don't particularly like (for now) s12-15, I've realized that my disappoint was more due to my ignonorance of storytelling techniques rather than by the way the character was written]

It was my biggest surprise because I had never related to a fictional character this much before. I think you just have to both be the younger sibling of a dysfunctional nuclear family and be trauma-bonded to your elder sibling to get it. I won't go into further details about it because it's a whole essay, but I have to mention it because I need to state that I feel a deep connection to Sam. We both made the same choices, the same "mistakes", the same sacrifices.

So I was astonished when I started Supernatural because of the way it felt true and real. I don't know if the writers lived similar experiences and were therefore able to tell this story truthfully, but they nevertheless did a hell of a job in describing the unique bond of two siblings trying their best to navigate their traumas.

From season 1 to 8-9ish, we see Sam morphing from being the hero of the story to one of the two main characters. [EDIT: this is incorrect, Sam has always been the hero of the story. I think I felt like he was "shifting" into a slightly less prominent role because Dean, as supporting protagonist, was given more space in order to proceed with the filler episodes]Slowly but surely, Dean also becomes the hero and I think that was fair. [EDIT: see above, technically this is incorrect, sorry lol!]You can't fully narrate the story of a bond withouth fully integrate one part of it. I loved all the parallels to Michael/Lucifer and Cain/Abel. I thought they were brilliant. The show allowed me to go deep inside and start sorting out some stuff I've lived. It really made me think a lot.

It's fair to say that the brothers' codependency was the crux of their problem. It was painful to watch and sometimed downright awkward but the writers got it all right: the otherwise unxeplicable and toxic jealousy they felt for one another, the inability to share their deepest feelings in way other than fighting, and hell yes, even Sam's decision to run away and not look for his brother after season 7. It was not OOC, it's exactly what he did when he was 18 and what John did as well 4 years after that. As a matter of fact, Sam is more similar to John than Dean could ever be.

It's definitely been a long journey but I find that the resolution of their codependency (in season ELEVEN!) was cleverly thought-out and brilliantly executed. It couldn't have happened before, the two bothers must have been either already in or close to their 30s to confront the knot, to acknwoledge the grip the trauma they've lived had on their life. Sometimes getting older does help and give you perspective. This might be why (as I've stated here) season 11 is my favourite one: it gives a sense of closure and hope.

However, here comes the biggest disappointment part. [EDIT: this is due to the fact that in part, I didn't fully get it]

After season 11 Sam morphs from one of the two main characters to a side character. [EDIT: incorrect, as per previous EDIT, Sam is always the hero and lead protagonist]The show must be about the brothers' bond and I'm okay with that. However, it looks like after season 11 the writers couldn't come up with new ideas to talk about this kind of bond. It felt like, other than co-dependency, the bond didn't have much to say. Therefore, both Sam and Dean almost go back to square one while they had all the possibilities to explore a new aspect of their relationship.

What could've been this new aspect? Easy: making them realize that the family they each wanted was, simply, different. This is just my opinion on the subject and how I've felt about season 12-15 so it's okay if you disagree. [EDIT: well, this is still my opinion, although it has nothing to do with Sam's narrative role in the story and more about my personal preference, so I think this is where I got confused]

In my opinion, from season 12 Sam is just a part of Dean's family. It's not "Sam&Dean"'s family. It's just Dean's. And I think the writers could've explored that in a more meaningful way. Let me explain: let's take Cas since he makes the perfect example for this scenario. Dean has repeatedly included Cas in the "family", he's called him not just his brother but "our brother". He includes Sam in the equation but I personally don't think Sam feels the same way. Sure, Sam cares for Cas and thinks he's family, but I think his idea of family is "Cas is my brother's husbandbest friend and therefore he's part of the family". He's extended family, kind of. [EDIT: this is still just my opinion and has nothing to do with Sam's narrative role. Although "family" is one of the themes of the show, it was not the only one]

My opinion is canonically backed because, aside from Rowena, all the members of the Winchesters Found Family are part of the family because Dean has allowed them, Dean has a deeper relatioship to them and ultimately because Dean decides who can enter the circle. This is totally in character and I love Dean for his ability to care and form deep bonds. [EDIT: this was also needed for Dean as a character because he's not the lead protagonist so he had to have something else in the story that was not necessarily connected to the mytharc]

However, this is not in Sam's character: Sam is the one who runs away, the one who wants to create his own family, the one who really needs to emancipate himself from his older brother. I truly wished the writers explored his passivity in "accepting" the status quo and made him, if not rebel, at least express his wants.

It would have been a moment in Sam's growth if he could've just, instead of running away, confronted his brother and stated that his desires were different, that he was part of Dean's family but it was not his family. Instead, we only have glimpes of what Sam really feels: he doesn't think of the bunker as his home, he doesn't ever say that he has a family (not surprisingly it's Dean that in "Lebanon" tells John "I have a family" and not Sam), he doesn't really have any other meaningful relationship aside from his brother.

Supernatural ending did him dirty, too. Not just for the awful wig and make-up but because the ending framed Sam as a two-dimensional character: "freed" from his brother and his brother's family, he finds a blurry wife, a dog, a son, a white picket fence. How sad is that? We never get to see Sam really connecting with anyone: all (and by all I really mean ALL) the women in his life, from his mother to one-night-stands while on the road passing through Ruby, end up dead (RIP Sarah Blake). Of course his wife at the end had to be a blurry figure in the backfround (she was not even besides him on his deathbed!): she was a testament to all of his past relationships. Like, seriously, apart from Dean, the ONLY lasting relationship Sam has throughout the whole series is with LUCIFER and this alone, I think, speaks volume. [EDIT: again this just relates to the fact that I'm not particularly fond of s12-15 and of the overall ending. Technically speaking, the ending makes sense. Whether I liked it or not is another issue]

In conclusion, after season 11 Sam is no longer an interesting character because the writers both downright refused to give him another substantial character to interact with and insisted once again on his codependency with Dean (which was already resolved). [EDIT, tbh it was a weak ending to begin with, LOL, I didn't like it even after I wrote it hahahhaa, but yeah, as this whole post proves Sam Winchester is far from being an uninteresting character because I just spent a frigging afternoon learning new things thanks to him so I guess he's like the gift that keeps on giving!]

Having said that, in my heart of hearts, Sam Winchester will always have a special place because I get him, I really do.

[arazialotis]

Ceilings

Pairing: Dean × Reader

Word Count: About 3700

Summary: The reader is finishing up a hunt and is hesitant to head back home. Inspired by the song Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine.

Warnings: Mild Smut, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Season 15 Spoilers

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

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The brown spot in the corner of the ceiling held your attention. What had once been a pristine and ornate building had since fallen into a state of disrepair over the decades. The plaster moldings reminded you of art deco, and the crown cornices on the border showed a level of craftmanship barely found in today's practices. Yet, from years of neglect and lousy state budgets, necessary upkeep and repairs had long since been postponed. As a result, moldings had crumbled, cracks ran up the wall and into the ceiling like tree branches reaching for the sun, and that brown spot now grew wet with condensation as you watched it gather in the middle. The drop was near heavy enough that at any moment, it would fall. The sheriff would have to situate his trash can under it if this rain was to keep up or grow any heavier.

Dean cleared his throat and, from the matching red leather chair beside yours, nudged your knee with his, effectively breaking your concentration. A warm smile grew as he longing looked at you. His suit coordinated well with yours, navy blue and a green tie that failed to compete with his eyes. You felt a flush crawl into your cheeks, and you pinched your lips together, mixed emotions welling up.

"I still can't believe it," Sherrif Cadwell huffed, signing off on the last of his forms. "If I hadn't been there with you, seen it with my own eyes."

If you had to guess, he was younger than your typical run-ins with sheriffs, early to mid-thirties. But the optimism for growth and change for his township and the system at large clothed him in a juvenile naivety. Additionally, you couldn't deny the fact that he was attractive. His eyes shone like stars in the night sky, his nose was slightly crooked (you learned during your time on the case together) from a bar brawl he was the cause of during his college years, and his lips were full, the kind that would feel plush against your most sensitive spots. You couldn't help but squirm in your chair, but you could feel Dean take notice as his gaze traveled over you.

He continued. "Honestly, I still feel like I need to check myself into a psych ward."

Your chuckle drew his gaze from the papers. "Even after years in the business, I feel the same way. Someday I might grow used to it."

"Well, I couldn't have done it without you, Agent Steinhardt. Thank you again." He conveyed with the utmost sincerity.

Your smile filled the room full of sunshine on this rainy day. "I think we are past the pretense of FBI and aliases now."

His demeanor matched yours. "I'm not convinced. I know an X-files agent when I see one."

"If you ever do cross Mulder or Scully, put in a good word for me. But seriously though, if anything," You struggled to find the right words. "Out of the ordinary comes across your path again; the number on that business card will ring true."

"And is that number good for ordinary things as well? Say, uh, dinner or drinks before you head out of town?" He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

You looked down at your feet to conceal a blush. It wasn't the first time someone had made a pass at you on a job, but Sherrif Cadwell was the first to stir up this reaction. You took a deep breath and recomposed yourself. You could feel Dean's eyes burning against you, analyzing each move, every reaction. His finger sat against his lips, silencing himself, waiting for your response.

A pit formed in your stomach. "While I'm truly flattered, Zack," You paused, the words caught in your throat. "My heart belongs to someone else."

You looked to Dean, but he remained the same, piecing a puzzle together, trying to communicate something unspoken. Despite your interest in Sherrif Cadwell, nothing compared to the energy and the swell of your heart while looking at him.

"I understand. It wasn't my place anyways, but I knew I'd be kicking myself in the ass later if I didn't take a shot." His bashfulness and sensitivity tugged at the strings of your heart, making it even harder to turn him down. "Whoever he is better know how lucky he is."

"He knows." Dean's voice was a warm whisper that barely registered.

The sheriff stood, signifying the end of the meeting; you rose as well, the old chair groaning as you did. Zack extended his hand over his desk, and you accepted, shaking it.

"It was a pleasure." He ended.

Upon leaving his office, the single room spilled into a once grand hall with polished mosaic tiles and pillars that supported high arched ceilings. The sheriff's department was small, consisting of three other staff. Their open office was bordered by low wood paneling, separating them from the other departments this building housed; the drain commissioner, mayor, parks and recreation, to name a few.

You were at the gate that you could probably step over when Sherrif Cadwell called after you.

"Hey!" His steps were heavy as he rushed to catch you. "You forgot this."

Zack held up one of your many homemade EMF meters. It was still switched on, barely crackling static as it scanned the area. No pitches squealed, or lights flared. You took it from him, switched it off, then threw it back. He caught it with ease.

"Keep it." You instructed. "It could come in handy."

A few more thanks and pleasantries were exchanged, but eventually, you found your way to the main lobby. The rain pounded like crescendoing drums against the roof. An employee who entered the building through revolving wooden doors lowered their umbrella, shaking off the rain droplets before leaning it against a coat rack. You had lacked the foresight.

"We could just swipe that one," Dean remarked.

A faint smile accompanied the short huff of an uncomplete laugh. Not entertaining the thought further, you pushed through the revolving doors requiring more exertion than anticipated. Immediately out of the building, you were drenched. You didn't stand a chance. The marble steps lead down to the street and across to a park that might be a nice place for employees to lunch, given lighter weather. That Impala waited for you, parked just a few paces away at a meter. You looked up to the sky, blinking away the rain that fell into your eyes. You hoped for a break in the clouds, even a thin patch where the glow of the sun hinted that it still existed.

"Y/N," Dean feigned impatience, but you could hear the amusement in his voice. "Let's go."

You looked at him longingly. He was your sun and your storm.

"What?" He questioned. "What? Oh, don't get all romantic on me now. You wanna dance in the rain? This isn't a Gene Kelly movie."

Your lips pinched together, holding your breath as he stepped closer to you, his radiance not hindered in the slightest by the downpour. His begrudging attitude melted to tenderness as he took your hands in his. Goosebumps prickled up your skin as the space between you closed. And then he spun you around like a leaf dancing with the wind. Laughter finally consumed you as you ran to the Impala. The keys jingled in your hand, and the hastiness of escaping the rain caused you to fumble with the lock.

The door creaked open as you found refuge inside. Your shallow breaths quickly fogged up the windows.

"Fantastic," Dean said dryly. "This is great for the upholstery."

You shimmied out of your jacket, and Dean's sarcasm vanished at the sight of your soaked white blouse now clinging to the peaks of your breast. The sheer fabric revealed the outline of the bra underneath, yet even that barrier did not hide how the chill of the rain had affected you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him swallow a lump in his throat. You fished for your heels, throwing the shoes in the back seat along with the jacket.

"You could have said yes," Dean whispered. "To the sheriff."

You gripped the steering wheel tight, staring blankly ahead as a pit knotted in your stomach.

The words that left you were barely audible. "I didn't want to."

The car's bench squelched under your weight as you shifted, and he drew in from the passenger seat. "Why not?"

A sharpness caught in your throat. Your eyes drifted to his; every detail, from the gold hidden in the forest of his irises to the freckles that dusted his face to the faded scar just above the bow of his lips, was perfect.

Your voice caught, but it still came out in an echo. "You know why."

Dean inhaled sharply, his eyes lingered on your face, only once looking back down at your blouse. He searched for permission, and when he was met with no resistance, his hand snaked behind you and into your hair, guiding your lips to his. Although there was a hunger present, his kiss was soft like clouds. Not the clouds above currently carrying the storm, but pillowy white clouds scattered on a summer's day. A delicate moan escaped your lips and into his, craving more, to which he took every advantage of your parted mouth. The fog layered thicker onto the glass windows, and you'd have to turn on the defroster before driving away.

Your heart pounded against the cage of your chest as you parted, never wanting to end the moment. As you turned the key, the engine sputtered to life with a rumble of thunder. It sat idle, and the warm air began to erase the remnants of your breath away. But even as it became clear enough to drive, you sat unmoving. The rolling of the engine and the patter of the rain were the only sounds. Dean lounged against the passenger door; one arm outstretched on the top of the bench, the other brushing the stubble against his jaw. His boosted confidence apparent from what had been shared seconds before.

He grew impatient, waiting for your next move. "Are you heading home?"

Your sharp inhale was the only response.

He turned it over in his head. "It's late enough, and we could afford an extra night."

Your toes curled in anticipation, hoping for ulterior motives behind his statement.

By the time you arrived back at the motel, the room had been cleaned. It was a simple establishment, but the family who owned it poured their souls into keeping it welcoming and updated. The bedsheets were crisp from a recent laundering, and they smelled not like the fake cheap lilac fragrance most cleaners were filled with, but real, fresh lilacs just beginning to open on a bright spring day. The tulle curtains swayed in front of the open window. There was no fear of the world outside peering in; the motel was near vacant, and the storm would drown out any sounds from within.

From Dean's outbursts to his impulsivity, one would think that would translate to a fierce and forceful lover. Of course, he could be in the heat of the moment, but that was not his default. Instead, he was tender and giving and took his time, extending precious moments to last deep into the night.

Seeing you now, wringing your hair with a towel and the wet clothes hung to dry, he restrained himself. The only sign of hunger in his eyes, the way he drank you in, and the flick of his tongue over his lips. He closed the gap between you. Goosebumps prickled on your bare skin from the chill carried on his damp clothes. His hands hovered over your shoulders, electricity sparking in the space between.

Your hands trailed up his chest, your breath shaking as you did. Your hands reached his tie and loosened the knot before snaking it around the nape of his neck and letting it fall to the floor. Continuing their journey, your hands moved to his shoulders. A small chuckle flew from both of you as you clumsily attempted and failed to remove his jacket. He helped you along by shrugging out of it. Next were the buttons of his dress shirt that went more slowly. Dean stared down at you in admiration as you carefully undid each one.

When he was finally fully free, your breath caught gating your emotions, and you met his eyes again. Dean guided you down to the bed, and you landed gently on the down-feathered comforter. His lips showered your neck in kisses as intimate as the sweet hymns whispered from Orpheus to Eurydice. His eyelashes against your cheeks felt like wisps of the wind carrying with it the song of chickadees.

Bracing himself with one hand above your head and the other gliding against your waist to steady both of you, you granted him passage to paradise. The praises and moans were as delicate as the rest of the encounter. Attentive to every reaction and response, he composed his movements into a soothing melody. Dean took your hand in his; the other left your waist as he fisted the sheets in his palm. Your souls entwined together, locking for all eternity. The drop ceiling with beige vinyl tiles stared down at you. You squeezed your eyes shut, and your free hand drifted down to your apex to help reach release.

Long into the night, when it was over, Dean laid on his back, panting to settle both his breath and his heart. You laid on your side, intently studying the curves and angles of his body. With a final deep breath, he found balance. The sheets rustled as he turned to meet your gaze. His brow furrowed, unable to read you.

"Sweetheart. What is it?" He asked.

You couldn't muster the words and shook your head no. He drew you into him, cradling you. Safe in the cocoon of the sheets and his arms, you breathed in, trying to capture his faint scent competing with the lilac. Juniper and eucalyptus. Or was it cedar and sage? You couldn't recall and drew in deeper.

"Don't leave me." You whispered into his chest.

"Never." He promised.

---

Sunlight poured into the room. The brightness disrupted a pleasant dream. Birds chirped and splashed in the pools of puddles outside the window. Your eyes blinked open, no longer able to grasp the dream. Where Dean was supposed to be was cold and empty. The sheets crinkled as you reached over, searching for him.

Your hair was brushed aside as a peck greeted your temple from above. "Time to get up, sleepy." His voice much deeper than when he called out your name last night.

A whine was all you could conjure. You pulled the comforter over your head, hoping it would cave you into darkness and hide you from the day. You wished to stay in the relief of sleep forever. Dean's footsteps grew farther away.

"I'll head back without ya." Dean teasingly threatened.

So much for promises.

---

It was silent on the road home. There was no music, no words exchanged, only the constant rumble of the engine. The roads were eerily empty, and all that surrounded you were yellow fields of wheat and corn ready for harvest. The flatness of the plains stretched incessantly as if you were caught in an endless loop, never to arrive at your destination. The steering wheel was cold in your hands, and the Impala complained when you accelerated. Perhaps louder than normal, and it felt like you had to push harder, almost like tar had built up in the interior. She certainly needed a tune-up once you got back to the bunker. Dean stared out the passenger window, his knuckles brushing lazily over his lips, watching the rows and rows and rows of fields go by. Lost in a thought that he wasn't going to share and you wouldn't ask about.

A sign welcoming travelers to Kansas signaled the growing end to your journey. Your breath shuttered. Dean's eyes glanced at you, but you refused to acknowledge him. Like a toddler testing boundaries, he nudged your knee with his. A gesture that normally would cause a blush to rise, fondness to grow instead stirred up panic. Your knuckles grew white, gripping the steering wheel. Fifteen minutes out from Lebanon, a cry escaped your lips. Dean saw then tears had started to stream down your face. You pinched your mouth closed, ashamed of losing control. Dean shifted towards you, his arm resting over the bench. His hand drew up your neck to the base of your head, massaging small circles.

"Shhh." He cooed. "It's okay. It's going to be okay." He repeated the mantra to calm you.

You finally broke on your way through town—the whimpering and shaking breaths held back for no one. Dean held the nape of your neck in his hand but had ceased movement, staring ahead as you drove closer to the bunker, praying you could maintain control of the Impala despite your state. He could no longer provide you comfort.

Pulling into the garage, you parked the car but didn't have the strength to shut it off. So it sat there running idle. Your growing pain manifested into sobs and wails. Dean pulled you in, his arms wrapping around you. You clung to his shirt as if he would vanish at any moment.

"I can't do this without you." You sobbed into nothingness.

He pulled you back, his eyes raking over you almost to see if you had been injured. "What are you talking about? I'm right here, Y/N. I will always be right here."

He placed his hand over your heart as if taking pulse and then against your cheek. You squeezed your eyes shut, leaning against his soft touch. His thumb brushed away a tear from your cheek, but more kept coming. His soft lips hovered over yours, but the taste of the bitter ocean was too distracting to claim the solace he offered.

The Impala sighed as she was granted permission to rest. The engine clattered as it began to cool. You curled into yourself, lying on the bench with your knees tucked into your chest. Her tin roof sheltered you, and the tan upholstery above yearned to blanket you, for she too, wept.

---

Miracle was under the table in the library, curled up around Sam's feet as he typed away on his laptop, consulting a few reference books now and then. Aside from the clicking of the computer keys, the bunker was silent. Sam's hair was tied back in a half-bun, a new style for him, but it concealed the unkemptness better. His tired eyes checked the cell phone, scrolling to your number but hesitating not to let worry get the best of him.

Miracle's ears perked up, and his collar jingled as he lifted his head, catching the sound of a door that opened as silently as possible, like an intruder not wanting to get caught. A whisper between a bark and a ruff huffed out as he alerted Sam of the sound of friend or foe; to Miracle, it was still to be determined.

Sam reached down and scratched behind Miracle's ear reassuringly. "Who is it, boy?" He exaggerated the enthusiasm of his voice. "Go get her."

Miracle barked louder this time as he stood, his tail half wagging. Sam continued to encourage him along. The clatter of claws echoed against the concrete as Miracle finally took the initiative to investigate for himself. Sam waited for you and Miracle to return to the library, and he waited some more, but soon he found himself wandering the halls, hoping to check up on you.

You stood on the threshold of your old room. Everything was in place just as Dean had left it. The bed was neatly made, the weaponry displayed on the mantel, and the few touches you added. You couldn't bear to remove your items from the room but couldn't bear to sleep there either. Miracle sat patiently at your side, his tail thumping against the ground. He pawed at your leg, and you half-heartedly ran your fingers over his soft fur. Miracle nudged you further, hoping for more effort, but was happy to receive any amount of attention. Your duffle fell at your side; unpacking would halve to wait until tomorrow. All that had happened in this room replayed in your memory.

"Hey," Sam called from down the hall. You had been near radio-silent; he was anxious for an update, but more importantly, how you were holding up. "How'd the hunt turn out?

When he reached you, his brow furrowed, and his features dropped. Your eyes were red, and your cheeks were puffy. Even without the sniffle topping it off, it was obvious you had been crying.

"What happened?" He asked. "Are you hurt?"

The levees you had forced up to walk back in here broke yet again. So many tears had been wept it was impossible to believe more would come, but they did. They poured out.

"Oh, Y/N," Sam's voice shuttered.

He grabbed you by the arm, forcing you against himself. His solid frame anchored you and held you so tightly it almost hurt. Sam was the only rock you had left to stand against the pounding waves. Your cries of anguish muffled into his flannel. Sam had thought he, too, had run out of tears to cry, yet holding you in your shared pain caused his eyes to well up. He tucked your head under his chin, hoping to provide you comfort, and protection, and peace like a hen gathering chicks under her wings. For what seemed like an eternity, you held each other there, sharing and spilling tears until you were too exhausted to shed any more.

Your voice was worn and hoarse, but you had to ask, desperate for a ray of hope. "Will it ever stop hurting?"

Sam sighed. "I don't know." He answered honestly.

And you didn't even know if you wanted it to. The pain, the loss, the grief, it made Dean real. It meant your time together on this earth had meant something. And the memories, the visions, imaging he was still with you, though they burned, they let him live on.

You buried yourself further into Sam. "I miss him so much."

"Me too, Y/N. Me too."

---

[fandom-hoarder]

Happy wincest Wednesday! It's been too long since I've done this. I keep forgetting when it's Wednesday, lol.

Case in point: I meant to ask this one last week for aro week. Any aro Dean Wincest headcanons? Just like... Particular ways you think it does or doesn't impact the relationship. Or how it changes how they get together. Or their opinions on monogamy or the relationship in general. Or changes the sex. Or like. Anything.

- @schizosamwincester

Happy Wincest Wednesday, @schizosamwincester !

My main headcanon regarding aro Dean + Wincest is that they operate mostly as a qpr, except they have few physical boundaries and sometimes they fuck. When it comes to their sexual relationship, to them it's different from relationships with other people. Their relationship isn't really defined, but outsiders might call it "open." Dean just calls it being brothers---listen, they've had their hands all over each other's wounded and dead bodies, what difference does it make if they get into each other's guts for orgasm purposes, too? Especially when Dean strikes out at the bar and Sam is in a giving mood?

Late seasons Sam isn't threatened by Dean's sexual proclivities, because he knows Dean isn't looking to settle down (with anyone else), and as great as they can be together, and as wild and kinky as they can get, Dean's appetite is bigger than Sam's, largely because I also headcanon gray/ace Sam. Though Dean can still get jealous when Sam has the rare outside hookup, because Dean gets a complex about Sam's romantic attachments, and what kind of white picket fence life he's keeping his brother from. Dean can be a little oblivious to the fact that Sam gets a good bit of romantic fulfillment from spending his time with Dean.

Dean doesn't really know about aromanticism for a long time, until things settle down post-Chuck and Sam brings it up. Even after that, Dean doesn't really like being introspective enough to label himself. He is what he is---they are what they are. Mostly Dean just thinks he tried the relationship thing and it wasn't for him. It felt like pretending to be someone else, and he does enough of that while hunting that he needs to be able to be himself at home. When he'd "settled down" with Lisa, it had been easier to fall into the role of family caretaker than it had been to fill the boyfriend/husband role. Even the idea of settling down with another hunter doesn't really tickle his fancy. He's got Sam to spend time with and understand him, and he doesn't have to worry about dating and domesticity---well, except when he worries that maybe Sammy wants more than this...whatever it is they have.

Sam knows all his brother's insecurities, but trying to reassure Dean can toe the line past chick flick moment into smothering, and then Dean gets antsy. It doesn't help matters that Sam's relationship to sexual attraction usually requires an emotional connection, because that's the real threat whenever Sam feels like fucking someone else.

Maybe sometimes Dean fantasizes about a girl or guy he's fucking coming back with him to play house with Sam, like he's taking interviews for Sam's spouse---but beyond the wank fodder of it, Dean's interest in it fizzles out when he tries to imagine it longterm. What are they gonna do---Sam handles the romance while Dean handles the fucking? What if Dean didn't feel as attracted to the new person once they settle in? What if Sam decided that new person was all he needed, and went off to make a new family, sans Dean? What if they're not even worthy of his brother, pretty as they may be?

Besides, Dean doesn't want to have to pretend they're not brothers when they're fucking. And, anyway, who besides Dean can Sam really let go all the way with?

Then they'll get back on the road, driving away from whatever hookups, and go back to being brothers fighting over music and directions and where to stop for dinner...with maybe a pullover for a handjob and a beer. And maybe Sam peeks over at Dean while they're looking at the stars in companionable silence, the smell of the road and the hunt and their spunk between them, and smothers his smile with the lip of the beer bottle before Dean catches on to how Sam finds the whole thing to be damn romantic.

[monstermoviedean]

i’ve got a list in my head of moments in spn where i think it would’ve been the perfect moment to bring in a secondary character, and there’s one in particular that i think is just. so, after the rupture, cas meets up with claire. she finds out about jack, she finds out about mary. and yeah idk i just think claire would have a really interesting perspective about it all. about dean. i don’t think she’d be completely on dean’s “side” (i don’t like calling them on diff sides but i think you get what i mean) and yell at cas or guilt him or whatever, nor would i want that(!), but… after all, claire knows what it’s like to care about, to love, people who have hurt her family. 😕

oh this one hurts. this one hurts. you're absolutely right though and my god is this a good fucking take. like. okay so first off this made me realize that jack and claire never met. and while i don't think claire would be like "you stole my dad" (because of course she wouldn't) i think there could be some really really interesting feelings to work through in term of cas having another kid who is dead now, and how hard he's taking it. i think claire would have to initiate this meetup, not cas, because cas is trying to isolate himself and would not want to look at another child he believes he failed.

absolutely 100% agree that there's not really "sides" but i also don't have a better term for it. i think claire would see cas' "side" and could give cas some real comfort, if he was open to it. she knows what it's like to lose people and to feel like you failed. she believes that cas is good, and trying to be better. and she's a living, breathing symbol that not everything he touches goes wrong. i think she could represent healing to cas, and just talking to her could nudge him towards reconciliation.

(side note: i would have liked to see their relationship develop further past season 10. i feel like it was a really promising start and then just. nothing. it felt like once she had jody they were like 'okay she's being parented cas doesn't need to do it anymore!')

i also think claire could easily see and sympathize with dean's "side." her dad abandoned her and her mom was absent from her life for a long time. her mom literally died in her arms. i could see why the pain of losing a parent would resonate with her. i can also see why, if she talked to dean, she would sympathize with feeling abandoned by cas (talking about seasons 4 through 10 here). and last but certainly not least, claire is going through a widow arc of her own. she's still reeling from having lost kaia. while she didn't see dean during his widower arc, jody did, and i'm sure jody mentioned that dean really wasn't doing well. and that might be on claire's mind too - that dean is in serious pain from losing a parent, a child, and a friend who could be something more.

like you said, i don't want claire to yell at or guilt either of them. i'm not sure she would, either. but i think she could sympathize with both of them in a way not many others in their lives could. and i would also like to see her again :)

[bobwess]

What’s your opinion on s13-15 characterization on Dean?

Who do you think from the writers team captured the characterization of him the most in your eyes?

do you think it was in character on how he treated Jack in the later seasons? I really hated how they left that relationship in the final last few eps… specifically just felt like a cliff hanger, to me it seems like we didn’t get anything resolved from their relationship…

What’s your opinion on s13-15 characterization on Dean?

Weak and sporadic. It’s hard in a writing team with so many writers, but I felt in the last seasons there was an increased amount of disagreement with his character. Sometimes it felt spot on and then the next episode would be complete inconsistent with how he’d been on the show so far. Getting worse in 14 and even worse in 15. 

Who do you think from the writers team captured the characterization of him the most in your eyes? I think for all their flaws during their times as showrunner (and I have many opinions on where the blame lies for those times) I think every one of the showrunners who were writers really had Dean down pretty well in the majority of their written episodes. If I had to pick a single writer for earlier seasons (1-5) I might pick Ben Edlund. Mid seasons (6-13) I would probably pick Dabb, Crossing over to Steve Yockey (13-15) but it’d be close with a lot of other good writers.

do you think it was in character on how he treated Jack in the later seasons? I really hated how they left that relationship in the final last few eps… specifically just felt like a cliff hanger, to me it seems like we didn’t get anything resolved from their relationship…

I fucking hated Dean and Jack’s relationship in the last season and a half. I thought it was shaky at first, but really went off the deep end in a way they NEVER satisfactorily resolved in 15, and that was VERY out of character for Dean. 

[thebiggerbear]

WIP Wednesday - 9/4/24 - Jenny Hoyt x Reader

A/N: Excerpt from something I've been working on since July 24th of last year. 3x11 was one of my favorite Jenny episodes from season 3, where I felt like we finally got back to the spirit of her character as well as her friendship/partnership with Cassie, while setting her and Beau up to have proper parallels for the first time since 3x01.

Pairing: Jenny Hoyt x Female!Reader

Warnings: flirting; fruit mentions for implications; a little fluff; a tiny trace amount of gyrating; language

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel

Big Sky Taglist: @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @muhahaha303; @deans-spinster-witch; @solacedthistest

@deansimpala; @foxyjwls007; @onlyangel-444; @roseblue373; @kickingitwithkirk

You shrugged. “Besides, I like peach.”

“Oh, I know you like peach,” Jenny teased, putting her fork down.

You rolled your eyes and went for another bite. “Ha ha. What, are you letting Arlen write all of your jokes now? Because that is not the guy you want to be learning standup from, trust me.”

She grinned and swung her body around to straddle you. You dropped your fork and your hands flashed out automatically to her hips to keep her from falling. Giving you a teasing smirk, she slid her hands up over your shoulders and leaned in, stopping just an inch or so from your lips. “I know you really like peach,” she whispered, gyrating her hips against you a little as she dug her teeth into her bottom lip.

“Peaches are sweet,” you said absentmindedly, watching in awe at the way her body moved. You got a sudden case of deja vu from the last time she seduced you this way, on this very couch as a matter of fact. Not that you minded one bit. 

“What do you say, we close up in here and go to bed?” She murmured huskily to you. “So you can show me just how much you really do like peach.”

You nodded, your eyes on your hands that were roaming all over her. Sometimes it still blew your mind that this beautiful woman had been dropped into your lap, figuratively before she literally was in it. This amazing person whose smile lit up a room as well as your heart, and whose eyes reflected back the very soul you’d been searching for while also seeing deeply into your own. If Beau hadn’t called you and offered you the job at his new department, you might never have met her. That was something you didn’t even want to consider. Not having Jenny in your life was unthinkable. 

She went to get up off of you but the action made your head clear. “Jenny.” You stopped her, cupping her cheek when her brows drew together in confusion as she stared down at you. You gazed into those beautiful blue eyes and gave her a soft smile, needing her to know just how much she meant to you. “I really do love peach. I’d marry the fuck out of it if it wanted me to.”

Jenny laughed and lowered down to kiss you soundly. “I love you, too,” she whispered to your lips. “And maybe it would marry you, too, if you, you know, would ask.”

“Is that a challenge?”

She shrugged her shoulders, tenderly moving your hair out of your eyes.

“Because that sounded like a challenge,” you insisted.

“Could be,” she teased. “Or not.”

“You sure? I’m telling you, I’ve been challenged before and that sounded like a challenge.”

A devious smirk spread across her lips. “You have, huh? Well, in that case…” She leaned in and whispered something into your ear that had your eyes almost popping out of your head. 

You slapped your hands onto the seat of her pants, making her let out a teasing yelp, and held onto her as you got to your feet. “Challenge accepted, Miss Hoyt.”

dividers by @firefly-graphics

[incesthemes]

For day 28 of @spnficrecfest's event! Episode Codas or Formats

we didn't get it right, but love, we did our best by according2thelore

It’s been minutes but Dean’s been starving for him, deprived of the depth of feeling. “Hey, Sammy,” Dean says, weak to anything else, and watches the smile on Sam’s face, the way his face looks not contorted by grief like it had in the seconds before Dean had lost consciousness. “Dean,” Sam says, and isn’t that the goddamn thing? Dean can’t take it a second more, the buzzing under his skin is indomitable. He reaches forward, and Sam’s already pulling him into a hug. Or: Sam gets to Heaven, and now they might actually have to get their shit together...

SamDean // Explicit // No Warnings Apply // 34,853

Tags: Post-Episode: s15e20 Carry On, Post-Season/Series 15, Heaven, Mutual Pining, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Codependent Winchesters, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, First Kiss, Misunderstandings

My Notes: An unexpectedly amazing fic. The execution of the premise is incredibly well done, and the aesthetics of the imagery completely sucked me into Dean's headspace. Often I got so caught up in the prose that I felt like I could hardly breathe. Really stunning work that plays on Dean's insecurities and fears in a really believable and engaging way. The Dean POV was an excellent choice given the total mystery of Sam's life without him and really added a lot to the intrigue and drama.

Just Like Heaven by redmyeyes

They both went to heaven. Dean came back wrong.

SamDean // Mature // CNtW // 6,806

Tags: Episode: s05e16 Dark Side of the Moon, Forced Proximity, Sam and Dean are Canon Soulmates, Soulmates But It Hurts

My Notes: I forgot to take notes when I first bookmarked this (oops), but I remember it being written really well, with a fantastic execution of a really interesting premise. I definitely don't think I've ever seen someone attempt a one-sided soulbond before; I find it super creative and a great twist on a fun trope.