#spn fairies

[bloodydeanwinchester]

🩸Bloody Dean Every Episode🩸 ↳ 6x09 || Clap Your Hands If You Believe

[ghostlyfleur]

The urge to take Dean Winchester’s face in my hands and give him a kiss on the forehead is just ☹️☹️☹️.

requested by @faerieroyal at my old blog

he’d blush, dolly. blush!!!!!

dean winchester is nothing if not marshmallow fluff for his s/o. tried to put on his macho face, but you disarm him completely. i am a full believer that dean grumbles when he asks for cuddles like you’re actually annoying him, “you gonna lay with me already or not?” with this grumpy face, deep voice scratching his throat, rolling his eyes as soon as you snuggle up to him as if he’s not pulling you even closer.

your winchester boy loves cuddles, but he’ll pretend it’s the greatest chore of his life— don’t you dare pull away, though. he will throw a fit, “hey! the hell are you goin’?”

[sylvia-plaths-fig-pie]

Kiss Me ♡ Sam Winchester

Pairing: Sam winchester x reader

Warnings: no use of y/n, I'm very dyslexic so idk witch which is witch, not proof read, I wrote this in an hour? Help, kiss, idk what else to put, this may not make sense but I just needed to write something and all my wips bored me so ✨️tada✨️

Summary: a witch cursed Sam to only awake with a true loves kiss, so naturally Dean calls you, the only problem is you haven't seen the Winchesters in 5 years.

You swore that you would never see the Winchesters again.

That was the only thing that you promised yourself. The one rule you could never break.

As a hunter you don't get a lot of garentees in life, you get close to zero, but this was your one none negotiable rule and everyone knew that.

Which is why you were cursing yourself as you drove down the highway, going at a very illegal speed trying to get to the winchesters as fast as possible.

Or more accurately to one spefic Winchester in particular.

Sam Winchester.

Dean had called you not even an hour ago, you hadn't picked up the fist 5 times, but on the 6th ring you figured it must be important.

He wasn't making alot of sense, but one thing was clear, Sam was in trouble and he needed you.

The winchesters being in trouble wasn't anything new, in fact it was the norm, but this seemed diffrent, it had to be diffrent otherwise you wouldn't have been called. Dean never called you even when you worked together, it was always sam. You and Dean didn't realy get along, it's not that you hated eachother, but you were both weary of eachother. And both of your concerns arose form the same factor, Sam. It was a safe assumption to say that you both cared for Sam, but unfortunately that ment that you often clashed.

But that's all in the past. Because you hadn't spoken to them in years. You hadn't seen Dean or Sam in 5 years. Yet here you were knocking on the door to the address of a motel that Dean frantically gave you over the phone.

"Hi-" you awkwardly began to sat as Dean opened the door, but you were quickly cut off.

"This is going to sound insane but right now I don’t have time to explain." Dean began, as he basically dragged you inside to where Sam lay unconscious on one of the cheap motel beds.

"Can you just kiss him?" Dean bluntly asked looking you in the eyes.

You were completely taken back by the forwardness of his request.

"What?" You muttered, glancing quickly to Sam, laying almost lifeless on the bed. He looked bad. You wouldn't have known he was alive if his chest didn't fall up and down ever so slightly.

As if reading your mind dean began to speak again. "And quickly as he might actually die soon."

"Sorry I'm a bit confused, why-" you began but were quickly cut off again.

"A witch, obsessed with fairy tales, cursed him like sleeping beauty or some princess shit and I thought killing the bitch would end the curse I was wrong so you need to kiss him."

Your head wad spinning. If it was sleeping beauty then that ment that...

That couldn't be true, could it?

No that made no sense you hadn't seen the younger of the brothers in 5 years. He was probably so diffrent. He could have lost his boyish smile. Or his perfect hair. Or his humour. Or-

"That doesn't explain why I specifically-" you began, but just as before you were cut off by Dean.

"Cut the bullshit, and just kiss him. I can waste time explaining but sammy is dieing, please. I just know that this will work, it has to, you look at him like I look-" he stopped himself, sighing almost lost in thought. "It doesn't matter just kiss him goddammit!" He practically shouted.

"Sorry," he mumbled, "just hurry up, I'll be outside."

With that he turned his back and slayed the motel door behind him as he left.

He left you alone with Sam.

Sam.

He looked terrible. He looked dead. It broke your heart. You could have stopped this. If you had just been there. If you'd had stayed....

No. You couldn't have.

You and Sam said things to eachother that you should have never said, and it ended up with you waking up in his bed. And you couldn't do that. Neither of you could. So you had to leave. And that's exactly what you did.

And that's when your rule stared. You told Bobby to never put you on a hunt with them or you wouldn't show.

Your rule spread like wild fire and soon it was a common known fact that you didn't hunt with the winchesters. No one knew why, but no one questioned it, especially given the winchesters track record.

Yet here you are, 5 years down the line, breaking your one rule.

You walked over to the edge of the bed to where Sam lay.

"I'm so sorry." You whispered. You didn't know exactly what you apologising for. Kissing Sam or for everything before this moment.

Closing your eyes you tentatively leaned forward and gently pressed your lips to his for a brief second before pulling away.

He didn't move.

No, no, no no. This couldn't be happening.

You reached to grab his hand, waeving your fingers between his.

"Come on Sam, please wake up." You pleaded as tears began to fill your eyes. How could you be so stupid? You left hom for 5 years, he could have been dead for that whole time and you would have had no idea.

"Please..." you sobbed as you rested your head on his chest.

You felt numb. It felt like you had just been stabbed in the chest and someone kept twisting the knife.

Gently a hand started stroking your hair.

Your head jolted up.

There he was, eyes open, a small smile on his lips.

"Hi love," he bearly whispered, half confused half over joyed.

"Sam!" You cried and you flung your arms round his neck, "you scared me you son of a bitch."

"What are you...?" He began but trailed off.

"Dean called." You answered, quickly remembering the whole situation, pulling shyly away from Sam.

"You came?" He sounded shocked.

"You needed my help."

"I thought-"

"Yeah you made me break my one rule Sam so...?"

A silence fell over the pair of you. You couldn't look him in the eyes. God you felt awkward.

"It was a pretty crap rule." He mumbled, looking directly at you, a half smile playing on his lips.

"I had good reason for it I mean-" you began.

"You ran away beacsue you were scared." He said matter of fact way, his eyes showing his hurt.

"I hunt monsters for a living I doubt that I was scared of some feelings, they're hardly spooky." You laughed. It was painfully obviously forced.

"So why did you leave then?"

You couldn't answer his question. He was right. You were scared. Scared of what you felt for him. And back then it felt like a valid reason. But right now, you felt stupid.

"You know what the curse was don't you?" He asked.

"Sam I-"

"It was the cliche of a true loves kiss. The witch said it didn't exist so I was destined to die."

You stayed silent, you couldn't look at him. You knew what it ment. You both did.

"Yet here I am, here you are." He said as though he was proving evidence in court. You were evidence of true love. After 5 years of not seeing eachother, you both still were irrevocably in love with one another. It was true love.

"Here I am." You agreed, finally meeting his eyes. "So now what?" You asked tentatively.

You were both quiet then. His smile only grew as he leaned closer to you.

"I think it's time you got rid of your stupid rule." He whispered in your ear.

"Why should I do that?" You pulled away, a matching smile on your face.

His smile softened as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"So that way I can wake up with you beside me, instead of you just living inside my dreams. So I can hold on to you instead of just our memories. So you can kiss me all the time and not just beacsue I'm dieing."

"That does seem like a valid reason, you got anymore?"

"Because I know, even after 5 years, you still feel the same way I do"

"And what's that?"

"I love you."

You were only inches away from his face now. You could feel his breath on your skin. He leaned on closer pressing his lips to yours.

His lips felt so familiar it almost hurt. It felt right. This is where you needed to be, this is where you should have been for five whole years.

You let yourself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against your spine, drawing you impossibly closer.

His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed as he deemed the kiss, your hands finding their way into his hair.

You didn't want to stop,you couldn't, and judging by Sam's reaction to your touch he couldn't either.

"Have you-?" Neither of you hear the door to the motel open as Dean basically ran in. "Oh jesus my eyes, sammy I'm glad you're okay but fucking hell!" He quickly truned on his heels, overdramtically covering his eyes. "Use protection!" He shouted just before he closed the door, muttering under his breath 'these darm kids' as though he were a middle aged man.

You and Sam just looked at eachother for a singular moment before bursting into laughter.

"I might ammend my rule slightly..." you said after a few deep breaths.

"How so?" He asked leaning in closer to you once more.

"I now swear that I'll see the winchesters everyday, or at least one spefic Winchester everyday."

[bluevallery]

[phrysic]

hey. so this is insane

[yoongisgayvanz]

This is a bit of an older drawing but I also did this drawing of Dean as a prince or whateva 😻⚔️

[deansleftasscheek]

Right after they find the bunker, Dean decorates his room - mind you, the first room of his own ever - cooks breakfast and insists Kevin eat something other than "ground up hooves and pig anuses" (which is pretty much what sustained Dean himself while on the road). Season 8 Dean, you are so special to me.

[hetaczechia]

🧚‍♂️✨️He was a fairy✨️🧚‍♂️

[purgaytorysupremacy]

friend who is watching Supernatural because I won't shut up about it: I dunno, the episode "It's a Terrible Life" feels kind of empty and doesn't really make a lot of sense. Like, the message is just "ghost hunting is mad fun, bro"

me, buzzing with murder board energy: no, no, but you see... *writes hundreds of words about how this is one of THEE Dean Studies episodes, especially when paired with the season two djinn episode and endverse, and builds important parts of the angel's lore and plans, and is a meta example of the show's creators misunderstanding their own characters and stories*

[samanddean76]

Herein lies a modern-day twist on a classic fairy-tale…

Once upon a time, in a city like any other, lived a young man who was not as he appeared. Transformed into a cat by a curse inflicted upon him by a vengeful sorcerer, he was forced to wander, looking for his one true love. Hoping against hope that he would find and convince his love that they were meant to be. Not knowing that he had a powerful guardian, an unassuming fairy godmother who only wanted their favorites to find the vaunted happily ever after. Yeah, but then Chad showed up, and as Jared could tell you, all the carefully laid plans went right out the window.

Rated: Explicit | Pairing: J2 | Word Count: 20.9K

Story on Ao3 | Art on LJ | Art on Dreamwidth | Art on Ao3

I want to thank the very talented @amberdreams1960 for bringing my vision to life of little kitty Jensen! Please check out all of her incredible artwork, some of which cannot be viewed on Tumblr!

[ghostlyfleur]

OKAY I HAD A THOUGHT: Deany-boy not knowing his S/O has a really amazing singing voice, until one day he walks in when they don’t know he’s there and hears them?? I just think it’d be really cute. ☺️☺️

requested by @faerieroyal at my old blog

oh. i like the way you think!

maybe you’re re-organizing the bookshelves, sam’s new and improved organization systems something you’ve long stopped trying to understand, and you think you’re alone at the library, re-shelving huge encyclopedias.

dean stops short at the entrance to the war room, mesmerized by your mindless singing so much so he briefly wonders if you’re actually a siren and didn’t disclose that information in the years you’ve lived with the boys. you’re singing “my jolly sailor bold” from pirates of the caribbean, so in his mind it’d make sense.

you choke on your own voice once you spot him listening.

“now, don’t stop on my account, sweetheart” you feel like you’re choking “think you’d make an extra deadly siren, i can barely breathe right now.”

dean then jokes about how he’d let you manipulate him all you want and you start giggling, his smile widening on his face, completely enamored with his girl.

[spoonmoment69420]

i feel like now is a good time to remind everyone of the time dean winchester microwaved a fairy

[critterofthenight]

i found my old phone from 2013

[pyrepostings]

I love when two completely unnrelated pieces of media employ the same trope and it works so well in both.

You know in Captive Prince, to anyone who isn't in the know, Laurant made the rather interesting decision to give his personal manservant who had only been in the group for a short time, command over his army moments before The single biggest battle of those footsoldier's lives?

Yeah, Supernatural did the exact same thing.

[youre-only-gay-once]

✧⋄⋆⋅ Charlie and Gilda ⋅⋆⋄✧

⪼ Supernatural ⋄ 8×11 ⋄ LARP and the Real Girl ･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

[timid-robin-redbreast]

Dean as a human-sized fairy of the thistle ⚘🗡(idk it suits him?)

And as a tiny little pixie (bitey for sure)

Thanks to @indubioprocoffee for this enchanting ficlet (i hope it's ok to tag you)