#possessive dean winchester

[peachywincest93]

Imagine Dean sitting on some old stained leather armchair in some hazy 90s basement, It smells of weed, liquor, and teenage horniness. There's some perky blonde from whatever new highschool their at sitting on his lap but he can't seem to remember her name(was it Heather?Stacy?) it doesn't matter anyways, not when his little brother with his droopy eyelids and impossibly pink puffy lips is high out of his mind dancing in the middle of the room to whatever random 90s grunge song is playing on the worn down stereo( he thinks it's Nirvana?)without a care in the world. He's seemingly unaware of all the eyes on him, but Dean isn't, he sees the way the other people in the basement are staring at his Sammy. Like he's some type of prize to can win. Let's just say Dean drags a stumbling Sam out of that party before the night has even really begun.

[ro-sham-no]

looking and dying, a poem by me.

[dooanuh]

OMG BUTCHNATURAL???????????????

[castiels-undercoat]

"Maybe Dean seems bi because Jensen wants to sleep with Misha!" perhaps, but have we also considered Jensen actually didn't act at all on spn and instead blacked out and got possessed by the spirit of Dean Winchester every time they pointed a camera at him?

[annmariethrush]

we were genuinely so cheated not to have Cas possess Dean. Hell! He could have possessed Sam and it still would have gotten the point across. Jensen would have put his whole jussy into the Cas/Dean hand off, and they could have had a whole convo before or after about how “it’s okay Cas, I trust you. You can have control.” And then references from then on to “when I was in you…” and with Sam? Don’t get me started. Dean being so fucking uncomfortable because Cas looks like his brother. Or the complete opposite where Dean so clearly just sees Cas and keeps having to be like “oh shit” when he gets too close and realizes it’s Sam’s body and it’s weird. So many possibilities and we got none of them 😭

[officialempressofhell]

So my mom just came home from a trip and showed me this necklace

They just straight up took the anti possession tattoo

She got it in an outlet store in a rural and small bavarian town

It's the exact flame symbol, but with the star of David. Like what?

[seasononesam]

He took you to a baseball game? Yeah, when I turned fourteen. Dad was around for a few of my birthdays.

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 5; Cursed or not

[lambmotifz]

the reason why sam and dean’s unhealthy dynamic doesn’t need to be fixed is because they both (unconsciously) crave power imbalance but for completely different reasons

dean didn’t have much power when he was younger since john took his control away from him. which is why he seeks power/control via hunting, violence and his relationship with sam. dean’s repressed sadistic tendencies, his love for hunting, his enjoyment of torturing & killing souls in hell come from his repressed need to be in control

and sam, as jared said, wants to restrain his physical power. not only because he doesn’t feel comfortable in his body, being too big and intimidating on the outside but feeling smaller and craving safety on the inside. but also because of his guilt and wanting to prove to himself, and to dean, that he’s good. that dean can trust him. it makes him seek comfort in being punished, in being restrained and feeling smaller than he is, but dean is the only person who can give him what he needs because dean is also the only person sam trusts and submits to. as twisted as it may be, but dean’s control over him is the only thing that gives him a feeling of safety he’s always craved

they complement each other in this fucked up way, that’s why their dynamic cannot exist without a certain amount of power imbalance

[shadystranger]

It's always important to remember that the rawest and most primary reason dean hated the demon-blood addiction had everything to do with ruby and nothing to do with morality. she was a threat. there's that one novel where dean gets jealous and irritated by the presence of another guy sam befriends, and one line of thought he has in it goes like "it should be you and me but on days it feels like you and me and whatever third person you decide for the day" and it's basically that

[caught-a-dragonfly]

[deancasforcutie]

he loves me. he's here and it's forever and he loves me

[ro-sham-no]

@wincestwednesdays | july 31st: spite / in sickness & in health / free space

EPHESIANS 5:28 / JOB 13:27 / JEREMIAH 8:20, a poem by me.

[mysmuttyself]

My care for you

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Rating: 18+

Summary: When Y/n's baking session is interrupted by the magnetic presence of Dean Winchester, their encounter in the kitchen heats up far beyond the oven's temperature.

Tags: Smut, p in v, kitchen sex, pure filth, improper use of pie, possessive Dean, dirty talk, established relationship,

Word count: 809

A/N: This is basically just me pining for Dean freacking Winchester. I baked i pie last week and i got inspired. Please be nice English is not my first language. Enjoy ;)

Everything was ready. The dough had been stored in the fridge to chill. Y/n expertly sliced the apples, the knife gliding through the fruit with practiced ease, she then drizzled them with lemon juice, before pouring the slices in a pan to simmer with sugar and cinnamon.

She was just adding the last touch, a sprinkle of nutmeg, when she felt two strong, calloused hands surround her just below the waist. His scent enveloped her, a combination of musk and amber, strong enough to weaken her knees.

"De" said Y/n in a plaintive tone. She had leaned his head against his solid, muscular chest. "Would you like me to finish this pie for you?"

Dean's lips curved into a playful smile against her neck. He continued to stroke the skin around her ribcage.

"I know baby, it's that you look so damn hot when you cook for me my favourite plate, so caring and sweet, good enough to eat."

He peppered kisses along her neck, and she melted in his arms.

As Dean continued to trail kisses down Y/n's neck, his hands moved lower, slipping under the hem of her shirt to caress the soft skin of her stomach. Y/n's breath hitched, a shiver of anticipation running through her as she leaned back into his touch.

"Dean," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, "what about the pie? I could burn the filling"

Dean's smirk only widened as he murmured huskily, "Screw the pie, sweetheart. Right now, all I want to do is fill you up"

She just had the time to turn off the stove before he spun her around, pressing her against the kitchen counter with a hungry urgency. His lips crashed against hers in a heated kiss, tongues tangling as desire surged between them. Y/n moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair as she surrendered completely to him.

Dean's hands roamed eagerly over her body, pulling the fabric of her skirt up.

“Look at the mess you made baby, is this all for me?” He asked moving the dampening panties to the side to reveal her wet core. Y/n arched into his touch unable to answer, aching for more as he started to tease her, rocking his till clothed shaft against her wet folds.

"Dean," she gasped, her voice thick with need, "please..."

Her plea hung in the air like a silent prayer, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for his response. Dean's darkened gaze met hers, a flicker of primal hunger flashing in his eyes as he leaned in close, his lips grazing her earlobe with a tantalizing whisper.

“Tell me what you need sweetheart” he breathed, his sultry low voice sent shivers down her spine.

“I need you, I need your cock” Y/n begged him. A primal growl rumbled from deep within Dean's chest. His desire for her burned hot and fierce, matching the intensity of her own need.

"Then you shall have me" Dean husked, in one swift motion, he freed himself from his clothing, his throbbing length springing eagerly into view. Y/n's breath caught in her throat at the sight. He was beautifully thick, if a cock could have been defined pretty, it was Dean’s.

Without a word, Dean positioned himself between her trembling thighs, his hands gripping her hips possessively as he guided himself to her slick entrance.

“Are gonna be a good girl? Take me nice and deep?” He asked her in a so very low tone.

“Yes, yes, Dean please” With a slow, torturous push, he entered her, the sensation of their bodies joining sending waves of pleasure coursing through them both

Y/n gasped as Dean filled her completely, every inch of him stretching and filling her in the most delicious way imaginable. She clung to him desperately, nails digging into his back as he began to move with a rhythm that was both primal and intoxicating.

With each thrust, Dean drove Y/n to the brink of ecstasy, his name falling from her lips in a breathless mantra of desire.

“Tell me that you are mine” His words, laden with desire and command.

"I'm yours, Dean," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "All yours."

With each thrust, Dean claimed her as his own, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony. When Dean's calloused hand reached to stimulate her clit, it was too much for Y/n.

She exploded in a climax of lust, and Dean reached his own orgasm a couple of thrusts later, moaning her name.

They looked at each other for what seemed like endless seconds. Then he finally smiled and said, “Looks like we worked up an appetite” murmuring as he reached for the nearby apple pie filling. He sucked on his finger and then fed it to her.

[atihkinsam]

Why is there such an abundance of top!sam fics? Where in canon does Sam top EVER? Give me MORE possessive obsessive insane top!dean who wants to crawl into bottom! Sam's skin and live inside his body.

[sammygender]

dean literally tried to kill himself in an attempt to bring sam back to life…….when has dean ever been functional in response to sam’s death