#soft ghoul headcanons

[highdefinitions]

mountain probably actually hates fall if we really think about it. the earth is basically dying and that probably hurts him a little bit. maybe this is the time of year he always gets sick, when he’s feeling at his lowest.

it’s also most likely the time of year that dew spends the most time in the greenhouse. he sneaks in there and tries to keep it as warm as he can so the plants don’t freeze and die. maybe the first few really cold nights of fall he might stay in there all night to just make sure—to give mountain just a few more days with his plants before the greenhouse is closed up

[pandasleepy07]

ComfortSwiss!Reader

Inspired by @skele-bunny

Nightmares of your days in the pit had become regular, espically when the moon was full, and glaring down at you from your window. A multi-ghoul wasn't natural. You're not natural. Words of the pit followed you topside. Nothing, no one could shake them.

Tonight was no different. You had taken to walking in the halls at night. No destination in mind. Just walking. Restlessness followed the darkness of the night. It was too similar to the darkness of the pit. You silently cursed not having the element of fire. That could at least keep some of the darkness at bay. This time you had wandered down a different hall, not paying enough attention to your surroundings, but the scent that lingered in the hall, was strangely familiar, a mix of varying scents. The ghouls den.

You blinked at the realization and then turned to head back, before realizing you didn't know how to get back to the ghoulettes gen. The Abbey had been built like a maze. "Fucks sake," you whisper, rubbing your face. Instinct told you to go to Mountain's room, knock, and ask for help. He wouldn't mind. But you didn't want to wake him up. So instead you looked around. A warm flicker of light came out from under a door, you stepped closer, and the familiar smell of cedar embers, and leather. A scent that's so distinctly Swiss.

You don't think about it, but in the blink of an eye, you're standing in front of his door, your hand raised to knock. But what if I'm bothering him? What if he doesn't want to help? What if-

Your thoughts are interrupted by the door opening, and Swiss' cocky smirk appearing in front of you. "Well, well, well... Look who's caving into the lift of the 3-week intimate ban."

Your brow wrinkles in confusion. "Huh? No... that's- that's not it," you whisper, your voice shaky.

Confusion flashes across his face for a moment. It's rare to catch the multi ghoul off guard. He takes a moment to study you, like really study you, and notices the bags under your eyes, the way you're slumped slightly, the tired skittishness about your appearance.

"Can't sleep?" he guesses quietly, his demeanor softening.

You nod slightly, but avoid the reason why. "I just need help getting back to the ghoulette den. I- I can't sleep at night, so I walk, and I just got lost this time. I don't know how I ended up here, or how to get back. And the dark feels constricting."

"Too much like the pit."

Swiss' words are quiet, a silent understanding flickering in his eyes.

"Yeah..." you mumble, your arms coming around you as if to protect yourself in a bear hug.

"Why can't you sleep?" he asks softly.

"Memories of the pit keep coming back."

"Ah, I see... Anything specific? Or just the pit in general?"

"The pit, and the disgusted looks, the whispered words, the shunning just because I was a multi," you whisper. "A disgrace."

His eyes soften and he pulls you into a gentle hug. "I know. Some people can't handle the idea of multis. They think we're freaks. They think that we're just abominations in the flesh. I've received the looks too."

"How did you get through it?"

He sighed. "You don't want to know."

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't want to know."

A pause, before a quiet, ashamed mumble. "Sex. S'was the only way anyone showed affection."

"Oh." What else could you say to that?

"But you didn't, did you?" he murmured. "You didn't sell your body to feel that."

"No," you breathe. "I didn't."

"Good."

"I still hate it. I hate that every time I close my eyes, all I see are the looks. That all I hear are the whispers. Even if I know I'm not alone. I hate that you went through it too."

He tightens his grip around you ever so slightly as he holds you close, his voice soft and comforting in your ear. "I know. But listen to me. It's over now, okay? You're with us now. You're with me. And I swear to you that nobody is going to hurt you or call you names. You're safe. You aren't a disgrace. You aren't a mistake. You're as beautiful as the stars, darling. They can't see that you're worth more than they are combined." He whispers the words he wishes someone had told him years ago. The words he needed to hear. Even now. "You don't deserve this. You don't deserve to be haunted by the past. Okay?"

"If I'm safe, why can't I sleep?" You whisper into his chest, as his arms tighten around you.

He lets out a soft sigh and begins gently rubbing your back with a hand, the other still holding you close to him, trying to comfort and soothe you. "Memories can haunt you. I know that all too well. But you're not going to let them win, okay? You're stronger than they are. Do you want to sleep here tonight?" His voice is soft as he gently kicks his door open a little wide, letting the light from his fireplace and the candles lit across the room, seep out into the hallway.

"I don't want to intrude," you murmur, looking down.

He tilts your head up to look at him, his eyes meeting yours. "Hey, you wouldn't be intruding, okay? I'm offering. Come on, you need to get some sleep. And I know a way I can get you to sleep if you trust me."

"How-"

He chuckled softly, a cheeky grin on his face. "Come on. You'll see. But first, you gotta trust me. I promise no funny business. I just want to help you get some sleep. Just let me change the sheets."

A small laugh falls from your lips. That's a promise you never thought you'd hear Swiss make. Espically considering all the times you've seen him bite the other ghouls, playfully of course.

"Okay," you whisper.

He smiles a soft and genuine one. One you've only seen him give Aurora when she brings him his favorite pastries. You walk in hestaintly as he moves to the bed, and strips it before quickly changing the sheets. When you offer to help, he tutts, and waves you to go and sit on one of the couches, telling you that it's not your mess. It's everyone's mess but yours. You can only sigh and comply, moving to sit on the couch. Not that the couch would be any cleaner.

He changes the sheets quickly, tossing the soiled ones down the laundry chute and putting clean ones down on the bed. He grabs fresh comforters from the closet and a few fuzzy blankets, arranging them carefully before fluffing his pillows.

"Come on. Lay down and close your eyes. I got this okay?"

You get up and carefully climb onto the bed, settling near the edge, nervously.

He chuckled a little bit and shook his head at your position, his hand going to grab your waist as he carefully pulled you closer to the middle of the bed. "You seriously want to try and fall off? Scoot closer, idiot."

You huff out a breath but allow him to move you, relaxing as his normal lighthearted demanor comes out again.

He smiles, a satisfied sigh falling from his lips as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you against his chest. This other hand went to gently brush through your hair, his voice soft and gentle. "There we go. That's better, right? Just relax and close your eyes a bit for me."

He watches as your eyes slowly flutter shut, his hand still gently brushing through your hair. Then he shifts slightly, adjusting so that he's on his back, and your head is on his chest, his heartbeat thrumming against your ear. "Good. Just like that. Now just listen. Try and match my breathing, yeah? In and out. In... out. Just focus on it."

You do, and the combination of his soft voice, his hand in your hair, andhis heartbeat in your ear, lulls you off to a peaceful slumber for the first time in weeks.

It doesn't take long for this to become a daily tradition. Swiss clears his nights for you, aranging for his fun to happen well in advance so he can change the sheets. The rest of the pack notice, but no one comments on it. Not when Swiss seems to have found a piece of himself again. No one dares to break it.

[yanhoe]

Sometimes when Judas and you head for bed, and your soundly asleep but he’d be wide awake, staring at you. You’re even more beautiful when your expression is peaceful, none the wiser to the battle he cares in his heart the longer he stays with you. So blissfully unaware at how he pulls you impossible closer, carding his hands through your hair as he leans in to inhale deeply with a rumbling groan from his chest. You smelled so good. He could taste you on his tongue. He remembers the way you yelp and your pulse quickens when you think he’ll nip just a little too hard—hard enough to kill. And he very much can if he could; he loves you just a little bit more as his person than he would as his food. Thank whatever higher power is out there that you were vulnerable enough to trust him, it makes him shakes with both want and to protect you. He’d tighten his hold on you as he licks a strip up your pulse point. Just a taste… because he loves you.

[chapel-of-rizztual]

If you are getting zonked and zooted, please will you share some of your very softest, fluffiest Phantom headcanons please? So we can all get cosy and love the new bug together.

Seeing as you asked so nicely you can have some soft fluffy phantom Headcanons.

He sleeps in a bed full of stuffies and squishmallows. Some are ones he’s got himself but the majority are ones he’s stolen from the other ghouls (mostly Rain and Cumulus.) He can’t sleep unless he has an arm full of them. When they go on tour he tries to bring them all with him but he’s told he’s only allowed five. He pouts for a week about and can’t figure out which ones he wants to take, whenever he thinks he’s made a decision he feels bad about the ones that will get left behind. In the end Mountain picks for him. He also sleep with a blanket, he has since he was a kit and was the only thing he managed to bring with him from the pit. If he ever lost that he’d lose his shit and never sleep again. (I’m not projecting here I promise.) He sleeps with it tucked under his chin so he can smell the comforting smell. Once Swiss accidentally washed it and Phantom lost his shit and didn’t sleep for a week because it didn’t smell right anymore.

Whenever he gets scared/anxious he shoves his head under whoever’s shirt is closest to hide. It makes him feel really small and safe. Swiss is one of his favourites because he likes to smush his face into his belly and because of how warm he is. Cumulus is another favourite because he likes resting his head on her boobs.

Loves loves loves being called puppy. It makes his tail wag like crazy whenever someone calls him puppy no matter the context.

He purrs super loud. The loudest of all the ghouls. Especially when someone scratches behind his ears and around his horns. He loves having his hair played with as well, it makes him purr so loud.

chronic biscuit maker. He will make biscuits on anything and everyone. Copia’s belly is one of his favourites, it’s so soft and squishy under his hand and so warm he can’t help but kneading at him whenever they’re together.

After a show he’ll go find someone to help him take his helmet and vest off because he can’t figure out how to undo them by himself. He doesn’t know how to tie shoelaces so he goes to Cirrus to help him.

He sucks the spade of his tail. And this thumb. He’s often seen around the ministry with his tail in his mouth. It’s half a comfort thing half a stim. His tail is always in his mouth.

he’ll lay on his back and show his tummy when he wants attention and affection and he gives little love bites and ’mrrps’ whenever he gets woken up. He loafs on the back of the sofa and naps, it’s his favourite place to nap.

He follows Copia around all the time. At first he thought it was because the ghoul was new and learning about humans, but he just likes spending time with Copia. He calls him daddy.

Loves full body pressure. He Loves lying fully on top of someone or having someone lie fully on top of him. It makes him feel so safe and protected.

When he was first summoned he really struggled. He felt scared and overwhelmed by everything. Swiss made him a blanket fort to help him. He loved it so much and now him and Swiss have blanket fort dates all the time. Sometimes when he gets really bad anxiety and he can’t figure out how make them fort without Swiss he goes and hides under Swiss’ blankets on his bed. It smells so strongly of Swiss and it always calms him down.

[dewinabsentia]

at one point the ghost project had a ghoulette drummer. far before mist was the first proper ghoulette. summoned by nihil himself, she was one of the first ghoulettes in the clergy and the first utilized for the ghost project. there’s rumor to this day around the ministry that she was maybe their best drummer ever. she was intense, heavy handed and all claws and teeth. feral some would say. but there was something wrong. maybe nihil messed up the summoning ritual, maybe she was just like that by nature. she was one of the first ghoulettes summoned after all, the ministry wouldn’t have known much better. she never bonded with the other ghouls, baring her teeth at any closeness offered. she was never as harsh with nihil, surprisingly. nowhere near as loyal to him as the other ghouls, but at least participated in short conversations with him. she didn’t last long though. after one too close call with another ghoul during a band practice, before ever embarking on tour, she was pulled from the ghost project. sent back to the pit. not a punishment though, more of a retirement, allowing her to return to where she was clearly better suited for life. nihil insisted on this decision. despite their tense relationship, she was still one of his summons. there was a string tying them together, much like it did with the other ghouls. even if that string was thin and worn, he didn’t want her punished. something about if you love something, set it free.

after the clergy’s first experience with a band ghoulette, there was a hesitancy to summon more for a period of time. clearly, they had under estimated the pure strength and internal fire of ghoulettes. it would take some time, but finally ghoulettes started popping up around the ministry again and soon enough, mist had arrived. the success of a band ghoulette was a good sign for the clergy, but they would never again underestimate the infernal power that comes with a ghoulette.

[iamthecomet]

I believe that swiss loves to braid dews hair

I generally like to take care of dews hair, comb it, wash it and apply hair oil.

I think that swiss is a little bit addicted to dews hair.

Yes! Absolutely. Swiss loves any opportunity he has to get his hands on Dew's hair. Dew will sit on the floor between Swiss' legs and Swiss will just start braiding idly. Dragging his fingers through all that long hair. French braiding it, then undoing it so he can do it again. Sometimes Dew wakes up from a night with Swiss with his hair braided and no memory of it getting there. If they shower together, Dew knows he has to let Swiss be the one to brush it out after. That if they share a hotel room together Swiss will be the one putting oil in Dew's hair in the morning, brushing through it, working out the small tangles with his fingers, while Dew leans against him, half asleep and purring.

[cheerycherrycandy-resurrected]

Some MountainDew thoughts.

Mountain likes collecting things in the forest. Fallen acorns, interesting leaves, pine cones, you name it. He feels a strong connection to his element when he's surrounded by nature, under a canopy of greenery, which helps him to recharge especially after a stressful tour.

Dew often joins him on his walks, the pair enjoying each other's company and the gentle sounds of the outdoors. But he doesn't quite get the same benefits as Mountain does, or that he used to as a water ghoul. Fire in a forest is an unstable and fragile combination, and he is frequently exhausted when they return with the effort of keeping his Fire fully locked down.

One day Mountain has an idea of how best to combine their walks with their elements. On his next walk, he gathers up fallen logs and takes them back to the warm greenhouse to dry, and cut into rounds.

After their next foraging trip, Mountain takes Dew by the hand and pulls him towards the greenhouse, saying he has something to show him. When they enter, Mountain has laid out several pieces of wood across a workbench, along with a soldering iron.

"I thought we could try something new together. It's called woodburning. It seemed like a nice activity to speak to both our elements?" he says shyly, directing Dew to sit down at the workbench. When Dew reaches for the soldering iron, Mountain catches his wrist and gently strokes over the backs of his fingers.

"You've got your own already, Firelily." He flashes the claws on his other hand, and Dew gets the idea. Gently pressing a claw to the slab of wood in front of him, Dew focusses his internal heat into his claw and drags it across the wood. A waft of woodsmoke curls towards him and he inhales deeply. It smells like the den in winter, when they light the fire in the common room and the whole pack huddles together in front of it. Comforting, like family.

Pulling his hand away to inspect his work, he sees the deep brown line inlaid in the wood. It reminds him of the tattoos adorning his skin. He smiles up at Mountain, as he begins drawing vines around the edge of his own piece of wood with the soldering iron.

Much later that day, once the autumn sky had burned out and darkness had fallen, Mountain and Dewdrop returned to the Abbey. Mountain holding a stack of coasters they had each made, and Dew clutching his favorite piece - a plaque they had worked on together - to his chest.

"Thank you Mount, today was great."

🍂🍃🍂

I looked up a reference image of this craft and its proper name after writing half of this, and this was the second image on google. via veganchickensoup on Reddit. So this is what Mount'n'Dew made together.

[autumnblooms]

Thinking about Aeon with his slowly blinking stars in his spots and horns being like the pack’s lava lamp. Whenever they’re feeling stressed they just cuddle into his chest in his dark room and watch the stars slowly blink to help them fall asleep. Aeon puts out a bit of quintessence magic to help calm them down and they’re out in minutes~

[opuswrites]

dew and mist have a special bond. when dew was transitioned from a water ghoul to a fire ghoul rain and the others were not summoned yet. (imo.) so there was only one water ghoul in the ministry who could help soothe the burning ache all over his body.

mist welcomed dew with open arms and calming whispers and coo's, cradling his face and rubbing his back, decreasing the forest fire that was currently going on in his bothered mind. she had a way with both her words and touch, calming the freshly transitioned fire ghoul however he needed to he calmed.

she would be with him every second of his transition, would cool him down with her powers, would bathe him and comfort him along with aether. (i like to think that she has a teeny tiny bit of quintessence in her)

since then, mist is one of the few people dew's never afraid of reaching out for when he feels weak or just had a rough day. after tours that did a number of exhaustion on him he would seek out her help and they would lay in a cold bath with mist's back against the tub, him between her legs laying on her chest while her arms hug him softly, cooling him where the water couldn't reach.

[blacklight-ghoulette]

A little Aether headcanon that worked it's way into my brain late last night while trying to go to sleep:

Aether took awhile to pick up on a lot of human slang and phrases. Soon after being summoned, he overheard some siblings talking about, 'not having enough spoons'. And in general Aether fashion, instead of just asking 'what do you humans need all these spoons for all the time?' he just assumes, 'humans always need to have spoons with them in case they need a spoon, at all times'.

Being the helpful, thoughtful ghoul that he is, he started keeping a small stash of spoons with him. And do you want to know how happy he was when he heard someone mentioning they didn't have any, and he's able to immediately pull one out and offer one?

No one had the heart to turn it down or explain that, it's not actual spoons they're talking about. It wasn't till right before leaving for his first tour that Omega had to gently explain it to him that he didn't need to take a whole ass case of extra spoons with him in case one of the road crew needed one and didn't have any on hand.

He still carries one with him though, just in case.

[jesusbutbetterrr]

Rain teaching Phantom how to shoot a bow and then making him a little string bow thing to show him how far he needs to pull back

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Puppy Phantom with his tail in he mouf? that is the cutest thing i ever read. I think Dew might try to tease/lh him a little, but Mountain steps in to protect the newest puppy of the pack. Gently reminding him that tour starts in 2 weeks and Phantom will inevitably end up seeing Dew exhausted enough to risk his having fallen asleep on the tour bus couch with his blankie in his mouth, instead of making it back to his bunk.

Dew says that with his blankie wrapped around his neck and the corner of it is soaked with spit from him sucking on it. Mountain, ever protective of the new ghoul, is quick to remind Dew that he too sucks on his tail and he should be nice the new ghoul. Dew is quick to warm up to Phantom after that, especially when he’s puppy, even trusting him enough to share his blankie with him. They’re both often found curled up at the back of the bus, with Dew chewing on corner of his blankie and Phantom rubbing the soft fabric against his cheek.

[everybodyshusband]

regressed rain toddling around in this waaaaaaa https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJqvUqAt/

this has been living in my ask box and making me smile every single day, thank you, dear anon <3

anon. you are. a fucking genius. and ohhhhhh, i'm having so many thoughts, aah !!

you just know he's got the goofiest smile on his face as he stumbles around the ghoul commons. holding their arms out and running in circles, giggling loudly from excitement (that ghoul has zero volume control when he's regressed).

aether looks up from the book he's reading just in time to see an overly enthusiastic shark about to jump into his lap yelling "aefer, looky meee!! imma shaaark!!!"

it takes the combined effort of all the ghouls to convince rain that maybe jumping into the lake and going for a swim in the shark onesie isn't such a good idea...

[golden-rats]

Cumulus doing Rains makeup

[horrendousmustard]

Romance Day

I think at some point in the Early Kaneki Emo Days, Itori would try to flirt with him to see if getting him flustered would make him more willing to do stuff for her. However this did not work, because Kaneki is very dense, so she had to be a bit more blunt, which worked for around 2 weeks until he figured out that she doesn’t really care about him and was just trying a different way to make him search for information for her. It kinda disappointed him but he didn’t expect much anyway

[mxltifxnd0m]

boyfriend headcanons ⟡ d. winchester

pairings: dean winchester x reader, dean winchester x gn! reader

word count: 1.2K

warnings: no use of 'y/n', fluff, one suggestive comment, a smidge of angst, reader is to be implied as a hunter, lowercase intended

a/n: SURPRISE! i made the dean version of bf headcanons. i stayed up until 3am making this bc my mind had ideas and i didn't want to lose them lol (ik im crazy 😁) also technically my first fic for dean lmao

i hope you all enjoy and please reblog and comment, it really helps out!!

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

⟡ before dating you:

was super attracted to you before he even said a single word to you 

it was definitely lust at first sight (he wouldn't have minded sleeping with you) 

then you opened your mouth, and he was like, oh man, they're gonna be trouble, aren't they (as if he isn't trouble as well) 

you guys bickered a lot. like A LOT to the point where sam would have to remove himself from the room or get in between you two in order to stop the bickering 

the bickering got so bad that sam had to lock the two of you in the motel room sam and he were sharing and didn't let you guys out until the two of you could have a civil conversation 

you guys eventually stopped bickering out of malice after finding common ground between the two of you 

there was bickering but it read more of an old married couple bantering with one another 

then somehow, you guys became friends, and the physical attraction that dean had to you had morphed into something else and then he realized that he liked you 

he only confessed his feelings when you had a close call with a ghoul and blurted out his feelings to you when patching you up 

⟡ dating dean winchester:

you would describe dating dean as a roller coaster, but like all relationships, it has its ups and downs 

it was hard to have vulnerable conversations with dean without the infamous hunters' helper (alcohol lol)

you guys fought a lot at the beginning of your relationship bc you were fighting tooth and nail to get him to at least try and talk to you 

you soon realized that you would have to take a different approach to it and eventually let him come to you when he needed it 

it took a while, but once he put his walls down and trusted you, it seemed like a weight was lifted off of him when he finally told you a sliver of what was going on in his head 

⟡ soft dean!

now, this is where we get soft! dean 

we all know that dean is secretly a softy at heart, and you see it in the more quiet moments with him

he'll stare at you when the two of you are researching or when you're bustling around the kitchen, prepping and cooking lunch for the three of you 

and without fail, a cute blush will appear on his face, making his freckles pop against the red hue of his cheeks as you catch him staring at you  "what are you looking at?" you asked with a wide smile on your face.  "just you sweetheart." he tries to play off his flustered state with a wink, but you shook your head, knowing he was a bit embarrassed he got caught staring.

speaking about getting flustered, he loves teasing you and trying to get you flustered with fleeting touches, flirty gestures, and outright whispering the filthiest things that he wants to do you during the most inconvenient times, like if you're on a case or researching 

what he didn't take into account when he started it was that you would dish it right back at him

he loves it when you keep him on your toes 

⟡ pet names

OH another thing, PET NAMES  he loves using pet names for you 

we have the usual sweetheart, babe (not baby bc you know you come in a close third after sam and the impala) (he's tried arguing that's not true, but you knew it and understood you came after both of them).

he would def call you honey, beautiful, angel, and some variation of your name/nickname 

if he's in a playful mood, he'd probably call you borderline cringe pet names like pumpkin, sweet cheeks, pookie these are the ones you roll your eyes at since he knows you hate them

⟡ love langauges

now, his love languages, his main ones to give are acts of service, physical affection, and quality time, while the ones he likes to receive are physical touch, words of affirmation, and quality time 

⟡ physical touch

now, physical touch is a given for dean  he's a very tactical man and is a sucker for it 

when he can, he'll always be touching you, holding your hand or resting on your shoulder, thighs pressed together while sitting together eating in a diner booth, cuddling while watching a movie or always being in his arms while sleeping together, making out wherever whenever (his favorite place is obviously in the backseat of baby) 

but there are days when he needs physical affection from you, and you gladly give it to him, and he's a sucker for you when you play with his hair 

PDA, man is shameless with the PDA  he doesn't care he will kiss you no matter what and when he can  he loves you, and even if he's afraid to say it, he'll definitely show it to you 

⟡ acts of service

which brings me to acts of service  dean will do anything for you even if you didn't ask for him to do it  makes breakfast for you almost every morning, gives you his flannel when you're cold (he loves to see you in his clothes), replaces the lightbulb in your lamp when you mentioned it was flickering, taking care of you when you get drunk (he did this even before the two of you started to date and bickered the entire time), but the list goes on and on 

dean just likes to take care of the people he loves (it was practically ingrained into him at a young age) 

⟡ quality time

he also likes spending time with you it doesn't matter if the two of you aren't talking and working on your own tasks; he likes being in your presence (it soothes him)  with how crazy his life is, he loves the mundane things/tasks he does with you

sometimes, he'll go run errands with you, not bc he's bored and wants to avoid research (which is actually the main excuse at times) but, he likes the sense of normalcy it brings him when the two of you are together, and when you spend time with him 

⟡ words of affirmation

now, dean would never admit it to you (or to himself), but he needs to be reassured 

his mind is a dangerous place for him, and he can find himself drowning in his self-deprecating and self-destructive thoughts (these are also the days he needs you the most, and your touch is grounding to him) 

your words act as a lifeboat for him in the chaotic storm that is his mind and calms them down significantly 

he slowly works on his self-esteem and self-worth, but with your help, it's a little easier for him 

⟡ protective

this is a given, but he is SO protective of you 

dean is a fiercely protective person at his core and will do anything and everything to keep the people that he loves safe, and now that includes you 

some arguments were had when dean was being overbearing and flat out refusing to let you go on certain hunts with them bc it was too dangerous. you had to remind him that you were a hunter before you met him and will continue being one until the day you decide to try and retire or die 

he doesn't like it when you hunt alone, and so he always tries to come with you or send sam with you if he's indisposed for some reason 

he's only like this bc he can't lose one of the best things in his life