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save me stanford era dean save me
#the way there is a lack of standford era dean content is just....#he's my bestie#pilot dean also#they are just so special to me yknow#ugh....#maybe– yeah i shouldn't go there#txt.
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Here's my final art post for @deancashorrorfest! Thanks to @howldean for claiming this one and bringing another Standford Era Dean fic into the world!
Check out the fic here: LINK TO FIC
And thanks again to our @deancashorrorfest overlord for running this awesome event!
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no spill blood
story by @howldean | art by @witchy-worm created for @deancashorrorfest
rated: explicit | warnings/tags: graphic depictions of violence, stanford era, creature!cas, case fic, dean is so sick of witches, identity porn, angst
summary: A witch hunt becomes far more than that when Dean rescues an unassuming, innocent, harmless stranger. But Castiel is more than he seems, and as the lines of their unlikely connection blur, so does the truth.
Revenge, plain and simple. Surviving to see it through, not so simple.
#deancas horrorfest#deancashorrorfest#destiel#dean fanart#destiel art#dean winchester fanart#dean winchester#castiel fanart#cas art#castiel#castiel supernatural#spn fanart#supernatural#supernatural fanart#spn#standford era dean#bang art
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Sleepy Stanford Sammy anyone?
#honestly this is from an older sketch and I was just practicing colouring#but now I’m kinda tempted to make him into a sticker or smt bc he’s so cute#Sammy!!!!#sam winchester#supernatural#spn#spn art#spn fanart#standford era
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its a vastly different feeling from how he felt eyeing pretty women at bars than when he lost just enough self control to let himself check out sam (probably some time in the summer before he left for Stanford, the knowledge that he’ll be even more alone than he already is settling in); whose bent over a pool table trying to hassle money from an old southern guy with more bald spots than patches of hair at this point, while dean got them another round.
dads on a hunt across a different state line, with less words than usual before he left; just a gruff repeat of practically the only words he and dean exchange anymore, “take care of sammy for me”.
for the last however many years deans been pining for, he never let himself consciously check out sam. hes almost regretful of that when his eyes catch on sams ass, hes eternally grateful no one knows them here, has no idea they’re related, when sam turns around and almost immediately meets his eyes with a smile and wave. he barely even notices the old guy walk away from the pool table with twenty less dollars in his pocket, when he approaches instead with two of the cheapest beers the bar had in hand.
and hes never been stupid or blind, he can see how others also look at sammy-watching him with such interest, its disgusting-so he trails a wandering hand across sams waist then his back as he walks past. its not bold enough to draw suspicion from sam himself, but makes the women who were peeking glances at either of them, sigh and look away, resigned
he feels a little petty, but mostly proud of himself for successfully warding off interested onlookers.
#wincest#samdean#sam/dean#sam winchester#dean winchester#jealous dean#kind of#prestandfordsavemesavemeprestanford#fellas is it gay to kiss your brother#even if its just to keep him from leaving you to go live a normal and mostly functional life#pre standford era#pre slash#dean would totally pine after him for an entire lifetime just to avoid telling sam in case that it makes his little brother hate him forever#also i was gonna make more but then didnt#then i lowkey gave up but we aint talking abt that 😓
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They couldn't allow for standford era dean to meet cas because he would have been writing dean novak and circling it in hearts the whole time like the lovesick teenage girl he was, and the facade of dean being a straight man would have been broken immediately
#that is assuming the facade was there to begin with#i say novak because he wanted to get away from the burden the name winchester carries#spn#supernatural#dean winchester#destiel#deancas#castiel#standford era
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an excerpt from "dirty valentine" - richard siken
Dean touches the scar on his side and pretends it's the skin of a lanky, not-so-little kid who had (has) his big brother's heart sequestered inside his own bony ribcage but didn't (doesn't) know it.
Sam touches the scar on his side and pretends it's the skin of a young man who occupied (occupies) the space behind his little brother's sternum but didn't (doesn't) know it.
A short story about a pair of twin side-wounds.
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It's been a week since Sam left for Stanford. For so long, it had been Sam-and-Dean; entirely entangled, perfectly synchronized. But now they are a monumental, practically unfathomable distance away from each other for the first time in their lives.
But their synchronicity doesn't just disappear now that they're apart. They have grown up so entwined that they emit the same frequency - unrecognizable to anyone but each other.
They are pieces of fabric sewn together after being shorn from the same cloth. Their lives spent constantly being shredded apart and getting their own threads woven back into the other until their fabrics were indistinguishable. Nothing so banal as time and space would ever be able to disrupt their resonance. Of course, neither of them knows this.
Their combined frequency reaches out to itself, stretching between the coasts. Unconsciously, they listen to it.
Somewhere on the East Coast, it's 5:56 am, and Dean Winchester is in the shower. He smooths a hand down his skin. Sliding it down his ribs, catching on a jagged scar - his mind flashes to the matching one he knows resides on Sam's own skin. Connected, synchronized, even through individual, independently-gotten hurts.
Sam had gotten his own side wound two weeks prior - the idiot kept tearing his stitches, otherwise it would've been mostly pinked-over by the time Dean got his. Dean's hadn't even been that bad, not really. He likely could've gotten away with just taping it shut using some clever bandage work and being cautious for a little while, no stitches needed. But Sam had just started doing stitches on his own, and he'd offered to sew Dean up, eager to return Dean's favor of repeatedly re-stitching Sam's skin back together oh-so-carefully. Of course Dean couldn't say no to the offer.
And if Dean noticed immediately - even as he received the injury - that it would match Sam's? If he'd sat subtly hunched over to one side so that Sam's stitches would be just slightly too tight and would scrunch up when Dean straightened, misaligning the healing wound into a raised line? Well, Sam wasn't experienced enough to know the difference.
And if Dean was purposefully careless in the coming weeks with how far he stretched out his side, pulling and tugging on the too-tight stitches just enough to make sure it would scar up, jagged and pronounced, just like his little brother's was turning out to be? Connecting him and Sam, forever? Well, Sam didn't need to know that, either.
Somewhere in a dorm on-campus at Stanford University, on the West Coast, it's 8:56 am, and Sam Winchester is in the shower. He smooths a hand down his skin. Sliding it down his ribs, catching on a jagged scar - pronounced from repeated abuse where he had accidentally torn out Dean's careful stitches again and again, unused to his newly lanky body at the time. His mind flashes to the matching one he knows resides on Dean's own skin. The one that started out so relatively minor, but that somehow had stayed around for such a long time.
Dean didn't let Sam take out the stitches until far past the time they should've been removed. When he finally did concede, they were stuck in Dean's skin, crusted and grown over. Sam had insisted on getting a warm washcloth to press over the stitches to loosen the skin, or loosen the stitches, or loosen something, because Sam couldn't stand the sight of Dean's skin stretching and tearing so unnaturally around the thread as he pulled. Dean wouldn't hold the cloth there himself - said he didn't need it, he could just pull the stitches out by his own damn self - but they were Sam's first stitches that he'd done all by himself, he wanted to be the one to take them out.
So Dean had sat, ever gracious in the face of Sam learning something new to do with hunting, and Sam had held the cloth against his side for what seemed like hours. It was probably 5 minutes, at most, but Sam swore it was an eternity. Sitting there, warm, wet cloth under his fingers, which sat on top of Dean's now warm, wet skin, which stretched over his warm, wet ribs, which protected his warm, wet lungs, which- so on and so forth, during this eternity. When Sam finally pulled the cloth away, he swore Dean shivered. It was just from the sudden temperature difference, surely (except that the washcloth had long gone cold).
The stitches came out easier after that, but still tugged and pulled at the skin they held together for so long. Dean didn't so much as twitch, except when Sam would adjust his hand on Dean's side to pull a different section of skin taught as he worked.
And if Sam took what even he knew was too much time, not to spare his brother any pain but rather to keep running his hands over this extension of himself that would be a part of Dean, forever? Marking him as Sam's, forever? Well, Dean didn't need to know that. He would probably just assume Sam was being overly cautious since it was his first time.
And if Sam noticed the similarity between their two side wounds and couldn't stop thinking about it, dreaming about it, secretly writing about it on papers he burned immediately after? Well, Dean didn't need to know that, either.
It's 5:58 am. It's 8:58 am. Two showers run simultaneously across the two coasts. A three-hour time difference between them, and yet they share this moment of naked vulnerability.
Dean touches the scar on his side and pretends it's the skin of a lanky, not-so-little kid who had (has) his big brother's heart sequestered inside his own bony ribcage but didn't (doesn't) know it. The space it leaves is refreshing and loyal and heady with devotion. It helps him breathe, his lungs filled with the reminder of his heart's keeper. The motel room's alarm clock, sitting on the bedside table, ticks past the hour. It's 6 a.m.
Sam touches the scar on his side and pretends it's the skin of a young man who put far too much weight on his own shoulders. A young man who occupied (occupies) the space behind his little brother's sternum but didn't (doesn't) know it. His presence is safe and warm and strong. It helps his heart beat, comforted by the ever-constant reassurance of his big brother. The dorm room's alarm clock, sitting on the bedside table, ticks past the hour. It's 9 a.m.
Their thoughts ring out over their own private radio wave, synchronized: I hope his scar never fades.
#re: the wincest bible#aka#crush by richard siken#hopefully this makes sense narratively...#(#spn#ro writing tag#wincest#samdean#gay yearning#stanford era#dirty valentine#dirty valentine by richard siken#)#EDIT: bruhhhh no one was gonna tell me i wrote “STANDFORD”?????#y'all are all FAKE AS HELL (jk <3)
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Episode one is : Sam either has or is about to have ‘everything he ever wanted’. And the viewer gets to decide if he gave it up for Dean, or if Dean took it away from him. 
#spn#spn s1#spn 1x1#spn first ep#standford era#standford era Sam#spn Stanford era#spn Jess#sam winchester#dean winchester#1.1
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does sam think dean cannot read or what. each time dean does a literary reference he's like "what!?!?!" it's killing me rn how shock sam was when dean knew about the odyssey and vonnegut's works. i guess that the standford era was filled with dean watching movies on his own at motels rooms when john sent him solo. but maybe some of the TVs of those rooms didn't work if he was going to cheap motels to save money. it would be natural to pick whatever classic book he finds for like 2$ anywhere and just read it to pass the time when he isn't completely exhausted or passed out
#I don't think he reads much. certainly not as much as sam#but the little he reads maybe was good. and i dont think he would read unless theres absolutely nothing else to do#i think too much about how the standford era must have gone for dean#wayyyy more than sam's. surprisingly#spn#dean winchester
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day 6 of starcrosseddeancas drabble event : lonely
Lonely.
Such a simple word. Hardly feels like it could encapsulate everything Dean feels.
But still, lonely is what he is. To the bone.
Days like these are when he itches to call Sammy the most. But would he even answer? Probably not. Too busy being a good little law boy with a mysterious past and who never mentions his family. It’s better this way.
Lord knows John wouldn’t answer. And he’s the one Dean’s supposedly in contact with.
One of these days, a monster will kill Dean, wipe him straight off the face of the planet, and no one will have a clue.
That is, if the lonliness doesn’t kill him first.
Because it really might.
#spn#standford era!dean#not destiel sorry#had to hurt my own feelings#dean winchester#spn fanfic#fanfic#dreamydrabble#lonely#drabble#ky writes
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Overanalyzing Sam's face journey in response to "dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days"
First the expression he had before dean said that, a kind of confident annoyed look.
Then a flash of anger seems to be there.
Then it really clicks. To me this is the most important moment. It's a devastated, inescapable tie this life he had finally made it out of.
Then, this. He looks down slightly, a huge change of demeanor. I see fear in his face, flashbacks and such. A look of feeling like that trapped kid he grew up as.& what what needs to happen.
#s1 Sam Winchester#sam Winchester#supernatural#spn sam#Winchesters#spn s1#spn s1 e1#spn 1x01#standford era sam
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#i’m not putting an ‘other’ option you must choose one!#but feel free to put something else in the tags#personally i am all about standford era supremacy#but as far as how i’d have liked it to go down in the actual show#domestic s5/s6 gap year baby!#destiel#destiel poll#supernatural#spn poll#polls
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THE FUCKING OFFICE MEME WITH FORD AHAHAHAHAH
I think Ford is just obsessed with closing the rift at all cost while Dipper would be around living his life with the GF creatures and trying to get his grunkle out of the lab from time to time
#gravityfallsau#riftmessau#dipperpines#standford pines#billcipher#i originally went here cuz i thought Dipper got into the portal but this is WAYYYY cooler than that. woahg#Dipper hangs out with the creatures just like Ford used to pre portal era.
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Wander
Tags (as per my masterlist): ✔️
Summary:
Thirteen hours aren’t a long time.
Words: 235
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I will be posting one of these each day for INKTOBER (but it's fanfic) 2023, a challenge I basically made up lol
It uses the INKTOBER prompts for fanfics! Of course feel free to join in if you think it could be cool
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my favorite line in like any fiction remains to be “far be it from me to keep the flower of you from flourishing,” just Imagine this being uttered right before sam goes to standford… id die
#its from its always sunny macden lol#but pre standford era bullshit fight? please 😭#i kno it doesnt fit the shows cadence or what theyd say and i dont care LOL it cracks me the fuck up when its said on iasip#samdean
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I'd like to think that Stanford era Sam wore clothes that had some type of personality to them. Instead of all that mono-colored & flannel he wears in the show
sam winchester's purple dog shirt supremacy
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Dads on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days
So just chronologically speaking, cuz that's the only way I know how to start this -
A extremely brief summary: Sam grew up in this horrible traumatic life, a life he had since infancy and that he very openly hated. He had even run away at least once
He worked really hard and he got into Stanford. When he chose to go his father I believe said something along the lines of "if you go to Stanford never talk to us again, you're dead to me"
So of course he went to Stanford. Not only was it his dream and opportunity to get out of this life in a way that was profound and idealic to him, but also, f*** you John.
Then at Stanford, he has a wonderful girlfriend, he's doing well in classes, and then, one night, his brother breaks into his apartment and kinda almost tries to beat him up? And also flirts with his girlfriend which makes both her & sam uncomfortable
He's told "Dad is in trouble we need to make sure he's not being tortured or murdered"
So, he has to "temporarily" leave this life, a life that(for the first time) is built of choices that he himself made.
He has to leave this life so that he can go help John. The last time he interacted with his dad was years ago when his dad told him "how dare you want to be happy and be your own person". He is put in a situation where he has to lie to his girlfriend & go put himself in danger to help his abusive father.
#s1 Sam Winchester#sam winchester#supernatural#Sam Winchester rant#supernatural rant#supernatural s1#supernatural pilot#spn s1 e1#dean Winchester#john Winchester#spn 1x01#standford era sam
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