#nervous dean winchester

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[drulalovescas]

This is how Supernatural ended:

Me: Dean saves cas from the Empty and they reunite. We're going for a reunion hug.

Jensen: Gotcha.

*He doesn't gotcha. He fumbles with his hands.*

Misha: Dude, just hug me.

*They laugh*

Me: Jensen, we're fixing Dean's ending. You're bending the rebar. I'm holding this sign.

Jensen: *laughs*

Me: Jared, you're cheering. Thumbs up.

Jared: *laughs*

The op:

[virtu4l-di4ry]

i know dean overthought the mixtape because he gave it that dorky ass name— deans top 13 zepp traxx

[starnana7]

dean winchester!i get mean when i’m nervous like a bad dog, i don’t know why i bite, i’m not a violent dog + castiel angel of the lord!i bet on losing dogs <33

[ananke-xiii]

A dream, mine:

spn s13 but with cas alive and jack's a baby, dean and mary are in the AU and lucifer is still on earth. Somehow sam and cas manage to save jack and themselves from lucifer but now they're on the run and they are both questioning their life choices. Sam's like super pissed because he's been baby trapped by cas of all people and he's now stuck with an unhinged angel and a baby that's half his nemesis, a nemesis with which he shares the most unfortunate, most fucked up, saddest "profound bond" of all time. Cas is pissed too because he was handed the shortest (technically the tallest but shhh) straw by fate and ended up with the wrong brother, what's worst, he's now forced, once again, to re-evaluate all his millennia-long prejudices against all kinds of abominations since he's stuck sharing a car with two of the finest examples ever produced. Jack is just a baby which means he cries a lot, wants to eat, does his things etc and the crying alone is enough to send cas and sam crazy. Cas resents sam because he thinks he's using the angel with the excuse that he doesn't sleep so he can look after the baby. Sam resents cas because he went doing his hot girl shit instead of following his plan. Things reach a boiling point when they're in a gas 'n sip, sam deep in "newborn lore" on his smartphone, trying to understand what a newborn can eat out of gas station food, and cas's exasperated because "we can just wear a white coat, go to a hospital and steal breast milk". Sam snaps and he's like "what IS wrong with you, dude?" and cas is so done so he's like "tell me, sam, what IS wrong with me, sam?". Sam's not dean and he's not above recounting all the times cas has fucked them over, fucked him over, he literally uses his fingers to start counting everything that's just wrong with cas and he sure as hell starts by telling him how thick an actual angel of the lord, "the fucking angel of fucking thursday has no feel" (sam's words not mine), can be to save a person from hell without realizing that the soul's not there when he basically did the same thing for dean so "uh cas, explain this to the hand, CAS-TI-EL"! And cas finds out that, after all, he's not that bad at this feeling and being almost human shit cause he suddenly feels very in touch with his feminine side and he's ready to remind sam how thick can he be to think that god was speaking to him telling him to open the cage, like "what sam, just because amara was speaking to dean, you thought god would have spoken to you, to you, SA-MU-EL?" They're one step close to a catfight, neither of them is shy enough to prevent it, they both can and will grab each other by their hair and grip tight to raise themselves from this domestic hell. But they're in a gas 'n sip, whisper-yelling about angels, hell, souls and god and people begin eyeing them, the clerk reaches for the phone. They stop and realize that, in their current state, they're both two male presenting beings somewhere in their forties or in their vicinity with a screaming baby in cas' arms and one call away from child protection services . Things are not good.

Meanwhile, dean is with mary, fake bobby and fake charlie having the time of his life in the fake purgatory copy that is the AU releasing all his decade-long repressed sexual energy toward a certain angel by killing angels with bullets made out of angel blades and knifing the occasional monster of the week that goes bump in the night. Things are good.

[spnfathersdayexchange]

Supernatural Father's Day Exchange

The SPN Father’s Day Exchange is a fic and art exchange run through Ao3 to celebrate SPN dads. This exchange is NOT confined to men who are fathers in canon; characters who you want to see as a father, characters who are father figures, women who you think have “dad vibes”, etc are all acceptable, as long as the works created are focused on fathers or fatherhood in some way.

Links

Ao3 Collection Tagset Sign Up Form (will link when open)

Schedule

(All deadlines are by midnight UTC unless later specified otherwise)

March 22 - Tag Nominations Open

March 30 - Tag Nominations Close

April 1 - Sign Ups Open

April 14 - Sign Ups Close

April 21 - Assignments Sent Out

June 2 - Works Due

June 16 - Work Reveals

June 23 - Creator Reveals

Minimums

Fic must be 500 words minimum. Art must be a completed sketch.

Rules

1) YOU MUST BE 18 OR OLDER BY MARCH 22, 2024 TO PARTICIPATE. Anyone found breaking this rule will be banned from this exchange, all future iterations of it, and any other events that I run.

2) Be respectful of all other participants. If there are any issues, please contact me through the exchange Tumblr account or DM me on Discord and we will work together to solve it.

3) Respect Do Not Wants (DNWs) and use common sense – if someone requests fluff and doesn’t DNW torture, they probably still don’t want torture unless otherwise requested. 

4) Your work must focus on fathers or fatherhood in some way (this rule is up to interpretation, as long as you create something your giftee will be happy with). 

5) To request an extension, contact me on the exchange's Tumblr account or DM me on Discord. Include your Ao3 handle and how long of an extension you need. You don't need to give a reason or explanation, just a heads-up so that I don't give your assignment to someone else.

7) If you for some reason cannot complete your work, hit the "Default" button next to your assignment in your Ao3 "Assignments" page. No reason or explanation is necessary, but please do this sooner rather than later if you are sure that you will not be able to complete your creation.

More Info:

Tagset Nomination Guidelines FAQ (tba)

For updates, follow @spnfathersdayexchange or join my SPN Exchanges server!

Send any questions through asks or messages on this account or on Discord and I'll get back to you as soon as possible <;3

[telescopic-camera-nod]

i was gonna do this song with tfw but i only finished deans part of it. eternal wip probably

[thestarsmakemedream-art]

Beautiful, intriguing and poetic paragraphs with a hint of melancholy, while a strange town starts to capture our heroes. If this atmosphere lures you in too you should definitely read Gentle Wings for a Nervous Dog by @cowboylikesawyer.

I loved the animal motif throughout the fic and Sawyer and I agreed to show it in the art too. One for each. I really love how these turned out, and one of my favourite thing how they mirror each other.

@mitskinaturalbang

[ethaniscool69]

dean: hey, sammy... can we talk?

sam, worried: what's wrong?

dean: i think we might need to sit down for this..

sam, even more worried: okay...

dean: i want you to know that i'm still the same ok? just.. don't hate me.

sam, genuinely thinking his brother restarted the apocalypse: dean, you're worrying me. seriously, what is it?

dean, avoiding eye contact: i'm in love with cas. he's in love with me.

sam, relieved: OH! yeah no shit.

[dolgoyangi]

West | Art masterpost

Author: Desirae | Artist: dolgoyangi (hi, it’s me)

Summary:

When Dean’s grief is loud enough to wake him in The Empty, the entity casts Castiel out, but not without a price. He comes to in a barn in Pontiac, Illinois, with no memory of who or what he is. With nothing but an initial on the back of a photograph, and his heart’s instinct telling him to head west, Castiel begins a journey of self-discovery. Meanwhile, Dean is a broken shell. Rather than live under his brother and Eileen's pitying and concerned gaze, Dean decided it was time to move out of the bunker. With Jody’s help, Dean moves into a small lake house just outside of Sioux Falls, where he can mourn in peace and in his own time. Dean is determined to be better for Cas, even if it’s too little too late. Little does Dean know that it is never too late, as the Cas in Dean’s dreams is doing everything he can, to find his way back home. 

First of all, this is my very first bang and I was so excited and nervous about how it was gonna be. Desirae was lovely to work with, she was so supportive of everything I shared with her, and her story is so lovely and heartwrenching that I couldn’t have asked for a better partner for my first experience. Please shower her story with kudos and comments, because I legit got teary eyed when first reading it 🥹

That aside, I’m terrified about posting my art but here we go, I hope you all enjoy it 🙈

(P.s. I barely use Tumblr so feel free to scream at me on Twitter if you’d like?)

[mypeople-skillsarerusty]

Look, I don't know about you guys but when people start talking about their comfort shows and its something really sweet and it's a sit-in-with-a-coffee-lazy-day kind of show and they ask about mine I just kind of freak...like

Them: wbu?

Me: (nervous laughter knowing my comfort show is supernatural and it's the most chaotic, weird ass show ever) ummm... it's this cool show, you probably haven't heard of it...haha

My social skills are non existent, someone help.

[dumb-zombie-girl]

I'm three episodes away from the end of season 8 I'm kinda nervous

[emilyrosewinchester]

Just the thought of having my arm around Jensen and Jared in 2 days is hard to process right now 😭😭😭

[tryhardmarko]

pre-t dean to cure my dysphoria

[xx-blueboy-xx]

Day One: Visual Viscera | Goretober

Prompt List! | @awfulwingz

CW: Major Character Death, Gore, Disembowelment, Vomit 

Words: 579

Blood, there was so much blood.

His hands trembled as they slipped across the man's torso, he could hardly see them through the liquid that coated them. Blood had soaked through the knees of his jeans, and was starting to make a lake beneath the body. How could a beast make such deep claw marks? The howls of the hellhounds had long since faded but Sam could still hear them, ringing inside of his mind. Punctuated by every scream that had torn from his brother's throat. Deep, open wounds gaped across his body - invisible claws moments before had tore through him like butter. Despite all of the red that was flowing from them, Sam could still see his ribcage through the flayed muscle and skin. He could see bits of his lungs and hell, Sam thought he could see his heart. Worst of all, as he pressed his hands down on the man's torso, tears streaking down his face: he could feel the spongy give of his intestines. 

He was desperately trying to put them back in. He knew logically, it was useless. They had spilled out across his waist, soaked his clothes through. There was no coming back from this, his voice was broken and cracked as he pulled and pushed. The organs slid through his hands like string, for a moment he imagined Dean as a stuffed toy: everything spilling out as he had been torn at the seams from years of love and wear. 

"No, no -'' He was mumbling the word over and over again. As if that would change anything. As if somehow begging into the empty air that felt like it was burning as it went down his hoarse throat, from all the screaming he had done: would bring him back. "You can't be dead. You can't do this to me! Dean!" 

Sam was hardly processing what he was saying, it felt as if he was simply on repeat. Like someone was rewinding the recording. A part of him was waiting. Waiting for the day to reset - it was cruel how, he was wishing he could hear the familiar opening notes to Heat of the Moment. What he would give to hear Dean poke his head up now, and blink at him. Get a shit eating grin and go.

"Gotcha' good Sammy!"  He would clasp his shoulder and laugh. "You're bawling your eyes out like a girl!" 

That didn't happen. 

In reality Sam felt his hand sink into Dean's torso, his body was already starting to go cold. The feeling of his arm being coated with the blood, the wet and disgusting give of his intestines rose nausea through the hunter. He wasn't squeamish, but, in that moment he pulled away as if he had been burned. The entire world spun in blurry waves of tears. He turned himself away from the body, and retched. He had barely eaten anything all day unable to knowing the clock on Dean's timer had only hours left. So, what came up was nothing but bile and it burned through his throat. It joined the blood making a toxic mixture, and his hair fell into his face getting coated with it. 

He pulled his knees to his chest and clutched them close. His entire body shook, and slowly the sobs stopped coming. Everything stopped and he simply sat there - still. Eyes faded and glassy, looking like shattered mirrors as they took in nothing around him. 

He might as well be dead too. 

[whengeorgiawentblue]

Tomorrow is The Winchesters season finale and I feel like