#supernatural detective dean winchester au

[soaringeag1e]

Escape {68}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, Sadness, Character Death, Funeral

Words: 2,234

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He couldn’t walk in right away. Just being there didn’t feel right. Sam offered to go for him, but he felt as if it was his responsibility, not his sons. 

Taking a quick glance over his shoulder to see if Bobby was on his way out of his meeting, he then took the first step into the office of his eldest son. It was clear that Bobby was going to be a few minutes more and John didn’t feel right just standing in the doorway any longer. 

An empty box that the station usually uses for cases sat on the desk, a reminder of why he was there if he were to forget for any reason. But that wasn’t possible. 

Running his fingers along the dark wood of the desk, John moves around to the office chair and pushes it back a little so he can access the drawers. He sighs as he looks over the desk top, a few pictures of family smiling up at him and giving him a few good memories to grin about. 

Reaching out for the one of him and Mary, he lifts it with ease, his thumb running over his wife in the picture as he smiles for the first time that morning, but that doesn’t stop the sinking feeling he gets when he goes to set it into the box. And that’s why he knew that he needed to come here and do this, not Sam.

He moves slowly, grabbing each picture and setting it in the box but not before looking them over first. Next, he starts opening the drawers, grabbing anything that looks like a personal item of Deans.

“Hope that box is big enough.” The sudden company startles him, but he sends the man a soft smile.

“Yeah, it should be fine. Doesn’t look like he has much here anyway.” Bobby nods and slowly moves into the office, sighing as he looks around. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah.” Bobby sighs heavily, slipping his hands into his jeans. “It’s just…weird.”

“I get it.” John sympathizes, still pulling a few things from the drawers. “Are you going to give the office up?” It was a legit question, but Bobby has to admit that hearing it feels just as weird as seeing the room missing the owner.

“No. I don’t think I’ll be able to do that.” he says, shaking his head gently. It falls silent between the two while John continues to look for Dean’s personals, but when it looks like he’s about done, Bobby asks.

“What time is the service again?”

“Three.” John confirms, nodding while resting his hands on the box.

“Do you and Mary need me to do anything? Food maybe?”

“No, she’s got that handled. She just hired a caterer.” The two men nod, not knowing how else to respond. “And Sam and Sarah took care of the flowers, so,”

“Good. That’s good.” Neither would want to admit that they were both getting a little teary eyed. “Well,” he starts but has to clear his throat. “If you guys need anything, just shoot me a text or give me a call, okay?”

“Definitely.” John pushes a soft smile, trying to be as comforting as he can. “I should uh, get back to the house.”

“Of course.” Bobby nods, stepping aside to let John through the threshold first. “I’ll see you in a couple of days.” John sends him a nod and then slowly makes his way out of the station, glancing at Eddie’s desk along the way. 

Bobby stands outside Dean’s office, his heart heavy as he watches his friend leave, carrying a box that held the life of his best detective. In denial that any of this is happening, he turns to shut the office door and his hand lingers on the doorknob for a moment before latching it. As he goes to head back for his office though, he takes a quick look at Eddie's desk too, the heaviness of this entire situation just weighing him down and he knew there was nothing that would help make it go away.

-

Mary was probably standing at the counter for over fifteen minutes just watching the coffee drip into the pot. The silence in the house assisted her in spacing out. It’s only when the machine makes a deep gurgling noise that she’s able to snap out of it and she pulls a few mugs down from the cupboard.

She fills all of them to the owner's liking and then sets the pot back on the burner. Grabbing the sugar bowl, she puts in a couple spoonfuls in hers and stirs it up, her attention span trying to escape again but she holds on by a thread.

When she hears her son clear his throat from the adjoining room, she sets the spoon down and quickly fixes up the others. Like a pro, she gets a good grip on the handles and carries them over to the table where Sam and Sarah are folding programs. 

“Here you go, sweetie.” Sam looks up at his mom, sending her a gentle smile as she slides a mug over to his wife and then nudges his closer to him.

“Thanks, mom.” Mary’s eyes linger on the cream colored pamphlet, her heart aching as she runs the tips of her fingers over one of the pictures on the inside.

“I’ll be right back.” she tells them quietly, her coffee along with another in her hand as she heads for the backdoor. Careful not to spill either mugfull, she pushes on the handle with her elbow getting it to come loose enough for her to push it open with her foot. She then looks at the person sitting on the deck, a heartbreaking sigh falling from her lips before she makes her way over and takes a seat.

“I know you won’t take water but I’m not giving you alcohol.” she says to her eldest son as she hands him the other coffee in her hand. His little grin doesn’t last long, but Mary understands.

It kills her, everything that has happened. Dean was in the hospital for a few weeks, at one point on the brink of death. Doctors told them to prepare themselves and she was sure that she was losing her son, but he fought back. Just like he did everyday of his life, and now, here he was. Though, with how the outcome was for others, it didn't exactly feel like a win.

“How are you holding up, honey?”

“I’m doing alright.” he answers after a few moments, his voice hoarse and low as he hasn’t spoken a word for hours.

“Your leg hurting or anything?”

“No, I’m okay.” Switching her coffee to her right hand, Mary then rubs Dean’s back a little before leaning into his side and resting her head on his shoulder. He leans against her, welcoming the comfort though he said he wanted to be left alone. He couldn’t deny that it was nice to have that in that moment.

“Uh, mom?” Neither of them heard the backdoor open, but when they heard Sam they pulled apart and looked over their shoulders. “It’s the caterer. They have a question about one of the dishes.” Holding the cordless phone up, Sam can’t help but look between the two of them, his curiosity of how his brother was doing being one of his main focuses.

“Okay.” Mary says as she gets up from her spot.

“Mom, I can get it if you…”

“No, no. I got it. You just drink your coffee.” she points to the mug before reaching for the phone and heads back inside. Sam watches her for a moment but then steps outside and shuts the door behind him. Seeing this, Dean turns back and takes a sip of his coffee, letting his eyes disappear into the black liquid.

When Sam sits down, he sighs and looks over at his brother. Dean eventually looks up and they share a similar sad grin before Sam pats his brother on the back and then they both look out over the backyard together. 

No words needed to be said between the two, and even if there was, neither of them knew what to say. After what they all have gone through over the past couple weeks silence was one of the best things for all of them.

-

Though he was sitting in the front row with his family, Dean couldn’t hear a word that the priest was saying. His eyes were locked on the casket at the front of the room. He never even heard his name being called from the man. It was Mary that got his attention when she put her hand on his leg.

He looks a little lost for a minute but then realizes he’s been summoned up on stage. As he walks by the casket, he takes slower strides and tries his hardest to keep his composure. But despite keeping himself together, once he gets up to the podium and looks out over the crowd, he locks back up. 

Everyone is patient of course, not one person not understanding what he was going through, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a tad embarrassed for the fact that he’s lost his tough guy persona in front of so many.

He feels like he’s up there for hours before he’s able to clear his throat and finally look away from the casket. Reaching into his suit jacket, he pulls out a folded piece of paper, slowly unraveling it to remind himself of what he had written down. It took him days to get down what he wanted to say, and even then he knew it would never be enough.

“Hi.” One word out and he already has to clear his throat. “I’ve uh…I’ve spent days going through every memory I possibly could trying to come up with the best thing to say for this. But the thing is,” he pauses, shaking his head as tears start filling his eyes. “Nothing I say will ever reach the heights that it should.” With how emotional he was already getting, Dean knew he would have to pause his speech multiple times.

“The truth is, and we all know it, is that this should have never happened. There’s evil all around us all the time and I’ve dedicated my life to trying to stop that. And despite what everyone has told me, multiple times, I feel as if I’ve failed.” he croaks and has to reach up to rub his neck, in an attempt to loosen the tightness he was feeling.

“I think about that night over and over again, and I think about how if I was just a little more aware, if I just looked around a little more before entering that barn, then maybe I could have prevented this from escalating as much as it did.” Dean wipes at his face and then smooths out his notes on the podium. The sniffles coming from the crowd go unheard by him because he’s so stuck in his own thoughts and feelings. He’s struggling to focus on his own speech let alone how the room is reacting to what he’s saying.

“Many of you have told me your side of the story, about how everything went down that night and I know that none of us are surprised.” Dean’s able to smile just a bit as he looks out at his fellow officers. “Eddie was just as dedicated to the job as I was and that’s why I was honored to have him as a partner.” He seems to reminisce for a second before clearing his throat again, the speech heading back into emotional territory. 

“I don’t know if it’s because of his lack of family and support or if we were just meant to click the way we did, but over the years he’s become family to me and I couldn’t imagine working alongside anyone else.” Dean looks up from his notes then, his eyes landing on someone in the front row and they don’t so much as flinch as he continues. “Eddie spent his last moments protecting the most important person in my life, and I know that even if we weren’t as close as we were, his actions wouldn’t have changed because that’s the kind of person and officer he was.” Eyes dropping back to his paper, he has yet to dry another tear that slips from his eye.

“There’s nothing that I’ll ever be able to do that will repay him for what he’s done. I just hope that I can honor him throughout the rest of my life and I hope that it’ll be enough.” Dean swallows and then straightens himself a bit before looking over at the casket again.

“We’ll see you on the other side, brother.” he concludes, haphazardly folding up his paper and sticking it back in his jacket. Then, he carefully walks back to his seat, babying his leg since standing for too long seems to make it flare up.

When he takes his seat again, you slide your hand into his, bearing down as you try and comfort him. Once he finds a comfortable spot where his leg starts to calm, he leans over and kisses your cheek, silently thanking his partner again for saving you from the bullet that night.

[zepskies]

Series Masterlist - Smoke Eater

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

AN: "Smoke eater": a self-appointed slang term for a firefighter.

Get ready for an AU! Several SPN characters will make their appearances: Sam and John Winchester, Castiel as "Cas Novak," Ellen and Jo Harvelle, Jack Kline, Benny Lafitte, Gordon Walker, Meg Masters, Chuck Shurley, Nick (yes, even him), and more!

Series Tags/Warnings: (**18+ only!) There will be a lot of heart, a lot of fun, drama, heartbreak, protective Dean, and even a murder mystery. Rating for eventual smut, perilous situations, and other chapter-specific tags.

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Part 4 - Rocky Road

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Part 6 - Just Casual

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Part 18 - V for Vendetta

Part 19 - Sacrifice

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Something Real** Now that you and Dean are officially engaged, you take some much needed time off together for a family vacation. But even with the wedding set for next year, the two of you are still at odds when it comes to one key part of your future together…

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the eyes of a lamb | 42.9k

The year is ‘98 and Spring is approaching fast. For most, the season is a symbol of new beginnings with Mother Nature’s chaste kiss that breathes life into everything once more. It’s inspiring, peaceful and beautiful. So, the fact that this is exactly when a certain serial killer loves to strike makes Detective Winchester’s blood boil. Two years in a row now, the guy has slipped through his fingers, not leaving a single trace behind. No clues, no leads, just murdered women in the most picturesque places imaginable. And the worst thing of all? Sometimes Dean catches himself admiring the killer’s work.

[deanwanddamons]

Undercover - Prologue

Summary: Homicide Detective Dean Winchester and Agent Y/F/N Y/L/N go undercover to solve a spate of murders. 

Universe: Detective AU

Pairing: None yet. 

Word Count: 1.8K

Chapter Warnings: Description of nightmares and sleep paralysis. Dark subject matter. 

A/N 1: As always thank you to my beta @winchest09, who helped me with the idea for this story. You are my cheerleader, my bestie and my constant support. I love you. A/N 2: As you may or may not know, I haven’t written anything in an absolute age. I have been struggling with writer's block and life has simply got in the way. But…I started this series a long time ago and a few chapters were just sitting in my docs. So I thought I would post this prologue in the hope that you guys enjoy, want to read more and it may give me the inspiration to continue with it. Please let me know what you think - comment and reblog if possible ❤️ Tag list is open if you wish to be added.

Dean had woken with a start. A sheen of sweat covered his body, his limbs tangled in the sheets. His breath came in short gasps as he tried to calm himself down from the recurring nightmare that plagued him.

It wasn’t the first time he has had this particular dream. In fact, it was the third time this week. He could never quite remember the exact details, had even resorted to keeping a notebook and pen by the side of the bed in an attempt to make sense of it, but so far, the pages were still blank. All he knew when he woke was that he was scared. No, not scared. 

Petrified. 

His body would refuse to move, sleep paralysis pinning him down. He could move his eyes, but that was all. As they flickered around the room, every shadow seemed like a threat, every creak an intruder. A scream would build in his chest, his lips desperate to open to allow the sound to escape, but they remained sealed shut. The fear would build as the shades loomed over him, their darkness and weight pressing down on him like a boulder, the oppressive atmosphere suffocating. 

Then the paralysis would break. Finally, the scream would fly from his lungs as his body jerked up, hands fisting the sheets, his knuckles white from his vice-like grip. 

As he relaxed, he sank back down into the mattress, chest heaving as tears spilled down his cheeks. His clutch gradually loosened on the covers, releasing the material. 

He sat back up and leaned over. With trembling hands, he switched on the bedside lamp. The welcoming glow spilled into the room, the monstrous shadows rushing away, back into the corners to cower there until they decided to taunt him some more. Picking up the glass of water that he always kept on the chest of drawers, he brought it to his parched lips, the liquid rippling on the surface as his hands continued to shake. Taking a large gulp, he swallowed hard, the water slightly tepid, but a welcome relief to his dry mouth. 

Placing the glass back down, he scanned the room. As usual, he was alone. He had no one there to soothe him. No one there to wake him before the nightmare took hold. No one there to offer comfort, to reassure him everything was okay and he was only dreaming, which seemed to be getting worse each time. In the dream, he was running through a dark, unfamiliar forest, his heart pounding as if it would burst from his chest. He could hear the sound of something chasing him, but whenever he turned around, there was nothing there. 

The feeling of being pursued was terrifying, and it seemed like he was running for hours. Eventually, he would stumble and fall, and when he tried to get up, he found that he couldn't move. It was like his limbs were made of lead, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to get them to work. That was when he would wake up, drenched in sweat and panting for breath.

Dean knew that he had to find a way to stop these dreams. They were taking a toll on his mental and physical health. He had tried everything from meditation to sleeping pills, but nothing seemed to work. He couldn't shake the feeling that this dream was trying to tell him something, and until he figured out what that was, he wouldn't be able to rest easy.

Knowing the answer before he even looked, his eyes landed on the digital clock, the glowing red numbers telling him it was 3.40am. When he awoke from a nightmare, it was always at the same time, and tonight was no different. 

He knew sleep would evade him for the rest of the night. His alarm was set for 5am, so even if he did manage to doze back off, he would only get an hour or so. Accepting that he would not be getting any more rest, he swung his legs out of bed, and padded across the room, deciding to take a shower. 

As Dean entered the bathroom, he stripped off his t-shirt and boxer shorts that were damp with sweat. Throwing them into the laundry basket, he switched on the shower and waited for the water to heat up, moving to the toilet to empty his bladder as it did. Turning to the sink, he cleaned his teeth and swilled mouthwash around his mouth. The liquid spilled from his mouth into the sink, circling down into the void. The troubled man glanced up and stared at his reflection in the mirror in horror. He looked exhausted. The shadows under his fatigued forest green eyes were dark and large, his pallor pale, causing the smattering of freckles that adorned his usually handsome face to stand out like a child’s dot to dot colouring book. His light brown hair was sticking up in messy angles, flecks of grey obvious in the harsh luminous light coming from the bulb that was too bright for the small dimensions of the room. He sighed and rubbed his face, the stubble there emitting a scratchy sound as he brought his palm down his neck. 

Stepping into the warm flow of the shower, Dean leaned against the cool, tiled wall, letting the water cascade down his body. His muscles were aching, as they always did after suffering from sleep paralysis. He supposed it was from clenching them in his sleep, holding them in one position against his will. He kneaded his shoulder, digging his fingers into the skin, trying to release the tension. It helped slightly, but the pain was still there. Squeezing some shampoo into his hand, he massaged it into his hair, his eyes following the stream of suds as they ran into the drain. His mind went blank and he placed the palms of his hands against the wall, allowing the pent-up tears to fall, no longer able to keep them inside. They mingled with the remnants of the shampoo as they slipped down his cheeks. 

He wasn’t sure how much longer he could do this. Ever since ‘the incident’ - as he put it to himself - he hadn’t got any more than three or four hours of sleep a night, and it was catching up with him. But Dean couldn’t let it show, couldn’t let anyone else see that he was weak - not in his line of work. He had to deal with it alone, deal with it inwardly, even though it ate him up inside, piece by piece, bit by bit, until there would be nothing left. The only place he could get any kind of reprieve from it was when he was in the shower. That way, not even he could distinguish the water from the tears. He had never been one to show his feelings.

His mother had passed away when he was four. His younger brother, Sam, had only been six months old at the time. A house fire had ripped her away from them. Their father, John Winchester, had struggled to deal with his grief and took a job which required traveling around the country, forcing the broken family to stay in bleak motel rooms all around the US. His father would often work overnight, leaving Dean to practically bring up his sibling alone. Dean had become Sam’s protector, his provider and his best and only friend. The older brother's relationship with John was extremely fractured, their arguments legendary. 

When Dean told him he wanted to become a detective, his old man had laughed, telling him that there was no way he would ever be able to, that he would amount to nothing. This made him even more determined, so at nineteen he moved to Lawrence, Kansas and joined the police force. He had become a detective by the time he was twenty-five. Dean was now forty, living in Los Angeles, having had to leave Lawrence after ‘the incident’  and was one of the most senior and respected officers in his precinct. Of course, his career had always come first, and even though he had had a few brief relationships, he had never met ‘the one’. It was common knowledge that if detectives did settle down, many of the marriages ended in divorce, due to the pressures of the job, so Dean decided long ago that he was better off alone. A conclusion he rarely regretted, except on the nights where he woke from night terrors, scared and needing some human contact. 

When Dean was in his twenties, his father had passed away. He hadn’t cried in public, shedding only a single tear at the funeral, which the younger Winchester had witnessed. When Sam had placed his hand on his shoulder - his eyes dry -  Dean swiped the tear away, and vowed never to show any weakness to anyone again.

His little brother had applied for college, aced his exams and was accepted into Stanford University to study law. Now thirty-six, he was running his own law firm in Lawrence, having joined Dean in the small city. When Dean had moved to L.A., Sam had stayed. He was married to a lovely girl called Jess, a high school teacher. Even though he was distraught at his brother moving to the other side of the country, he couldn’t go with him as there was too much for him to leave behind, but he knew that Dean had to go due to his particular circumstances. They spoke regularly over the phone and via Skype, and Dean was extremely proud of the man Sam had grown up to become. 

Taking a deep breath, he stepped out from under the water and turned off the tap. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked from the room, his damp feet leaving footprints on the wooden floor of his apartment as he made his way into his bedroom and looked at the clock. It was still only 4.10am, and so he dried himself off, pulled on a pair of sweatpants, and padded into the open plan kitchen.

The exhausted man was desperate for caffeine, so he switched on the machine, preparing his cup while the coffee bubbled. After pouring the beverage into his mug, he sat down, rubbing at his tired eyes that felt like sand had been thrown in them, and unplugged his cell from the wall. 

Scanning through his email, the phone suddenly started to ring in his hand. 

“Hello,” Dean said as he brought it to his ear.  “Detective Elliott? It’s Detective Hanscum.” a woman said, urgency evident in her voice. “There’s been another one.”

Chapter One

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[justkending]

Small announcement as we all wait patiently for my storytelling bones to revive after summer ended and I’ve gone back to teaching (it’s been dreadful btw, 8th graders are mean).

In between writing my new series coming up, I’ve been going back and rewriting an older series that needed some revamping! This first series is one I loved the concept of, but after reading through it, I was cringing horribly at how cliche and annoying I had written the main character. The story had a good basis, but lord, was I pulling from my limited knowledge of how to make a story intriguing and original.

With all that being said… I’ve gone through and re-wrote it! If you’ve read it in the past and liked it, see what you think on what a more well-seasoned🧂🧅🧄 author can do now ;)

If you haven’t read it yet, it’s ok. I started it again recently and had many epiphanies of my cringey pick-me-girl language I gave my lead… BUT it should be MUCH BETTER now!! And who knows, 3 years from now, I’ll be making it even better. For now, I’m happier with it than before.

I’m hoping to get the first 5 chapters released sometime this weekend after I do a final run-through, but this series should be posted in completion in a week.

Without further ado…. The Protection Program (An adaptation of an original series from 4 years ago.)

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[amemipiacitu]

Written for this prompt from Fanfic lounge discord server:

"These flowers *(Epiphyllum Oxypetalum)* are the calling card of a killer. Someone in this building is about to die."

Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak are the detectives in charge of investigating several murders happening by the hand of a mysterious serial killer with a botanic kink.

[billiewena]

THREE YEARS SINCE NOV 5TH, 2020 as summed up by Supernatural (sequel to this and this)

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[image ID: screenshots of Supernatural paired with screenshots of various tweets, news headlines and Tumblr posts.

A screenshot of Ed and Harry in SPN 3x13 Ghostfacers saying "You gotta be gay for that poor dead intern" with a screenshot of Misha Collins at the SPNNJ 2023 convention saying "I got a call from Warner Bros and they were like hey uh...is there any world you just let it go?" This is in reference to an incident in 2022 where Misha accidentally made headlines after a comment that seemed to be referring to his sexuality. His comments at this year's panel imply that the studio in fact did not want him to retract the comment and make the apology that he posted, but to instead just roll with it.

A screenshot of Bobby saying "Time travel?" and Dean saying "Yeah" in SPN 6x18 with a headline that says "Jensen Ackles' Explains The Winchester's Multiverse Twist & Supernatural Connection." This is about the series finale of Jensen's Supernatural spinoff "The Winchesters", in which it is revealed Dean and the Impala somehow traveled the multiverse to the alternate timeline the show takes place in.

A screenshot of Dean in SPN 15x08 saying "He's back, and he's out of control" with a screenshot of Misha Collin's first Tumblr post in seven years, a video with him and his brother being a public nuisance on public transportation. Also included are screenshots of various Tumblr users reacting with tags from various tumblr users. becauseofthebowties: "mishacollinsofficial tumblr account back from the dead???" myboobsarentsentientbeings: "this is the first thing he posts? after nearly 7 years???" casismybestfriend: "RED FUCKING ALERT MISHA IS BACK ON TUMBLR" cannabiscasgate: "who the fuck gave you back your password"

A screenshot of two news anchors in SPN 14x20, with one (named Jack) telling his co-host "I love you" and her replying "Jack?" with screenshots of the Destiel/Supernatural Confession meme trending multiple times this year with other current events topics like Russia, Titanic, etc. There is also a screenshot of a post by saintedcastiel that says "I cannot believe that since we started using the destiel meme as a breaking news alert that there hasn't been ONE destiel news anchor AU fic where they're co-anchors on the morning news. cas confessed on accident while they're on air and dean doesn't know how to respond so he just reads the next thing on the teleprompter."

A screenshot of Dean in SPN 5x14 as Cupid says "I-I was just following orders" with a screenshot of an anonymous Tumblr ask to user luxshine. The ask says "Hey! I was wondering if you have any updates on the LATAM dub situation and if you were/will able to contact the dub director". luxshine says "Hi! Well I could get the translator (you know, our dear rogue translator) and he told me that while he doesn't remember it completely (because he translates a lot of series) if Dean said "And I you" it's because the script he got said "And" I you" and the video he saw said "And I you" because he doesn't add stuff." This is in reference to a change in Spanish LATAM dub of Castiel's confession SPN 15x18, which added a line where Dean reciprocates, which was previously suspected to be a change added by the LATAM dubbing director or translator

A screenshot of a detective from SPN 8x08 saying, "[Chuckles] Whatever you say Scully" with a screenshot of the tumble blr blog ao3topshipsbracket's poll "AO3 Top Relationships Bracket - Round 2 Side 1" with Fox Mulder/Dana Scully (The X-Files) vs. Castiel/Dean Winchester (Supernatural.) In the final results from 51,514 votes, Mulder/Scully won by 53% and Castiel/Dean won by 47%. In early 2023, Tumblr added a polls feature which has led to numerous content, debates, and bracket polls similar to this.

A screenshot from SPN 11x15 where Dean says "No money, no glory" with a headline that says "Supernatural creator Eric Kripke gets 'zero' residuals from Netflix"

A screenshot of Dean rising from his grave in SPN 4x01 with a screenshot of a post from the official CW Supernatural Instagram with a clip from the pilot episode and the caption "And the story continues..." and a comment from a user that says "THE STORY CONTINUES?? WTF ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL US?? I HAVE ANXIETY YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME." For context, no one is sure if the post was supposed to reference new content from Supernatural or not but it has led to speculation.

A screenshot of SPN 8x01, with the onscreen lyric "Another year has passed me by."

[ellieslittleburrow]

Masterlist 🌹🌹🌹

Hi there, welcome. I'm reposting the masterlist on my other account, rusty's lodge and adding the fics i wrote on this one as well.

enjoyyyy 💕

MASTERLIST P.2

4am Masterlist

Writing conditions

Fandoms : Supernatural, Walker, The society, Hannibal, Peaky blinders, Sherlock Holmes, The Punisher, The Witcher, and many more!

Open to requests from other tv shows i might've watched, so request away 🖤🖤

Supernatural :   

One shots : 

Sam and dean and John

Coming home late..doesn't keep Dean okay P1.(Angsty Dean x sister reader)

Coming home late..doesn't keep Dean okay P2.(Angsty Dean x sister reader)

Arguing siblings(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Graduation (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Broken heart (Dean x sister reader)

Cakepops (Dean x sister reader)

Motorcycle accident (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Tummy ache (Fluffy Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Arrested (Angsty Sam x sister reader)

Distant(Sam x sister reader)

The best dad (Sam x daughter reader)

Heartbroken (Sam/dean x sister reader)

I'll do it for you (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Sleep paralysis...Part1(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Witchcraft (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Fun evening...Part 2(Angsty Dean x sister reader)

Fun evening..Part 1(Fluffy Dean x sister reader)

Social anxiety (Dean/Sam x sister reader)

Eating disorder part 1 (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

ED part 2, Dean(Dean x sister reader)

ED part 2, Sam (Sam x sister reader)

Periods (Dean/Sam x sister reader)

Staining the Winchester car (John x daughter reader)

Hungover Dean ( Fluffy Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Non-binary little winchester(Sam/Dean x sibling reader)

Dean realizes his sister’s lesbian( Dean x lesbian sister reader)

Forever love you, no matter what(Sam/Dean x lesbian sister)

I'm here now, kid (Dean winchester x daughter!reader)

Too young to go on hunts(Sam/Dean/Bobby x sister reader)

Sick (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Pretty girl (Sam/Dean x young sister reader)

psychic abilities (Sam/Dean x sister reader) 

Homeschooled Part 1 (Sam/sister reader)

Homeschooled Part 2 (Sam/sister reader)

Sir mister judge (Dean x sister reader)

Bites pt1 (angst Dean winchester x daughter reader)

Bites pt2 (fluffy Dean winchester x daughter reader)

The hairdresser (Sam x young daughter reader) 

Short hair (Sam/Dean x sister reader) 

Panicky..(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Hurtin' kid.(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Family breakup. (Angst Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Sentimental sister (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

What's that you're wearing?(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Siblings : sleepover (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Siblings : periods (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Singer sister meets Dean after a long time apart(Dean/Sam x sister reader)

Other characters :

The little secret (Castiel x reader)

I promised i’d keep you safe and i broke that promise(Platonic jack x sister reader)

Savior castiel (platonic castielx sister reader)

Charlie's girlfriend (Romantic fluff charlie x sister reader)

Siblings (Dean/Sam Winchester x sister!reader)

Christmas time (Dean winchester x sister!reader)

Motorcycle accident (Dean/Sam winchester x sister!reader)

Protective John(John Winchester x daughter!reader)

  Texts 📱 :

Sam and Dean :

Are you sure you’re feeling better ? (Sam x sick sister reader)

Prank time. (Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Night terrors (Dean x sister reader)

I crashed baby...(Sam/Dean x sister reader)

Other characters :

Blackmail Part 1(Claire novak x winchester sister reader)

Blackmail Part 2 (Claire novak x winchester sister reader)

I will never leave (Jensen Ackles/ Danneel Ackles x daughter!reader)

Hannibal :

Poor behaviour Pt1 (hannibal x daughter reader)

Poor behaviour Pt2

It is but a little cold. (Fluff Hannibal x daughter reader)

Anger issues (Hannibal x daughter reader)

Protective family(AU Sherlock Holmes/Hannibal Lecter x daughter/sister!reader)

Peaky Blinders :

Final night in Soho (shelby brothers x sister)

Sherlock Holmes :

His ward. (Sherlock Holmes x sister reader)

His ward. PT2, choice 1

His ward. PT2, choice 2

The detectives (Sherlock/Enola holmes x sister!reader)

Big Sky :

Hurt but safe.(Beau Arlen x daughter!reader)

The Last Of Us :

A father like no other (Joel Miller x daughter!reader)

From stranger to father..(Joel miller x daughter!reader)

Fainter reader(Joel miller x daughter!reader/Ellie x sister!reader)

Home late(Joel miller x daughter!reader)

The witcher :

Geralt headcanons (Geralt x daughter!reader)

Top Gun Maverick :

Balls of fire (Rooster Bradshaw x sister!reader)

Elvis :

I own you. (Smut Elvis Presley x girlfriend!reader)

Classic case of jealousy (Elvis Presley x girlfriend!reader)

[destieltropecollection]

Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 11: Enemies to Lovers

Bad Education | @verobatto Rating: Explicit Word Count: 20,061 Main Tags/Warnings: Buttler!Castiel, CEO!Dean, enemies to lovers, boss/employee relationship, character development, comedy Summary: When a multimillionaire grandfather wants to give his grandson Dean Winchester a lesson, he will search for a desperate method by hiring Dean's worst nightmare to be his butler. Will the charismatic Castiel be able to educate the most egocentric, selfish and rebellious rich dude and turn him into a perfect CEO? Or will they kill each other before that happens?

Better Than You | @verobatto Rating: Explicit Word Count: 21,950 Main Tags/Warnings: Light internalized homophobia, office au, coming out, rivals to lovers, childhood friends, fluff, angst, happy ending Summary: Dean has many goals in his life, but there's just one that bothers him to death: to defeat the perfect Castiel Novak at any cost. This is a self-discovering journey, in which Dean will try his best to win against Castiel and not to fall in love with him in the meantime.

Maybe not a comedy (according to Jack), but he likes the happy ending | @seidenapfel Rating: Mature Word Count: 67,602 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Space, Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Canon-Typical Violence, Angels, Demons, Angel Wings, Hell, Purgatory, Heaven, Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Hurt Dean Winchester, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond, Angst with a Happy Ending, Castiel's True Form (Supernatural), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, mention of Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore - Freeform, Hurt/Comfort, possible Meg Masters/Charlie Bradbury, Additional Warnings In Author's Note Summary: Dean Winchester is dead. He died ten years ago, when he sold his soul to Demon Corp in order to save his brother’s life. He has lost everything, even his dignity. All that is left is a brutal tool to torture other lost souls on Inferno just like himself. Castiel’s orders are simple. Free one random soul from the pit on Inferno in order to bring it back to Angelus Associations’ headquarters on Paradiso. No one expects him to be successful, but, as a soldier, he never questions his orders. The moment Castiel lays eyes on the human overseer, everything changes. Castiel has found his mission, the man he needs to save. An adventure begins that takes Dean and Castiel from planet to planet, from Inferno to Purgatorio to Paradiso, and beyond. It’s a journey to find themselves and each other.

Vampirenatural: The Rebellion - Rogue | @Taymarpigeon Rating: Explicit Word Count: 225,822 Main Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Crossover, Crossover Pairings, World of Darkness, Human Dean Winchester, Detective Dean Winchester, Vampire Castiel (Supernatural), Angst, Smut, Gallows Humor, Sexual Humor, Sexual Tension, Human/Vampire Sex, Blood Drinking, Blood Sharing, sickness and injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Recreational Drug Use, Slow Burn, Kiiiind of Mafia, Kiiiind of Murder Husbands, Russian Castiel (Supernatural), Implied/Referenced Suicide, non-consensual biting, BAMF Dean Winchester, BAMF Castiel, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Acts of War Summary: From clubs to underground caverns, seedy motels, haunted hotels and exclusive mansions, Los Angeles has it all. It's a place for the pretty and the hopeful, but beneath its star-spangled façade are shadowy corners harbouring the vagrant and the vagabond alike. It's a world of corruption, sex and violence, Detective Dean Winchester has learnt to navigate with ease. Eight years at Santa Monica PD could never have prepared him for the underbelly of this so-called City of Angels though. Dean knows the shadows, he knows them intimately, but is he prepared for the World of Darkness?

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Halt & Catch Fire: Part Four

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: You're done being a puppet in their plans. You're done letting them control you. You're finally going to take back your life by becoming something you didn't know was possible. your eyes are opened to something better and God forbid anyone who disrespects you.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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The next morning, reports of another death come flooding in. Some college girl died in her room with the doors and windows locked. The girl's dorm is blocked off with yellow caution tape. Where Sam and Dean lifted it to go underneath it, you yank on it to break it so you can get through. The detective on the case is there, and she starts spilling the beans when she sees their FBI badges.

"Delilah Marian, the roommate, found her this morning after an all-nighter at the library."

"Strangulation?"

"Yeah. Some sicko used the power cord from the computer."

There is a nail kit on the bed so you grab the nail file and try to peel the device off your neck. Dean sees this and snatches the file to which you give him a deadly glare.

"Stop," he hisses.

"Maybe if I was let go, I'd stop."

"No."

Sam clears his throat loudly and gives you both a side-eye glance. "Suspects?"

"None yet. The odd thing was the door was locked."

"Have you talked to any of the other girls who live here?"

"Most of them have already left for spring break, but the roommate was really helpful. She gave us all of Julie's passwords. Nowadays, the only way to find out anything about teenagers is through social media. Trust me, I got two of them. Excuse me, agents."

"Vengeful spirit, much?" Dean says once the detective leaves the room.

"Yeah, but is it Joey or another ghost?"

"I don't know." Dean takes his EMf reader out and scans the computer. Again, like a Christmas tree. "First, it possesses a truck, then it possesses a computer? Both are machine-related kills."

"You think we're dealing with a 'Ghost in the Machine'?"

"Maybe, but if it is the same ghost, they usually anchor themselves to a place or a thing. How is this one jumping from one machine to the next?"

Sam takes Julie's laptop so he can search through it later.

"Come on, let's go find Delilah." She's not hard to track down since she stayed to see what the outcome of the investigation would be. She's eager to talk if it means they catch her roommate's killer. "We really appreciate your help, Delilah. We know this can't possibly be easy. Did Julie, by chance, know a student named Billy Bass?"

"Everyone knew Billy. He was the President of Sigma Theta Delta, one of the biggest frats on campus."

"Did Julie know Billy's brother, Joey?"

"I don't think so. I didn't even know Billy had a brother."

"Did she have any enemies? Any reason why someone might want to hurt her?"

"No. Julie was really popular and super-sweet. I can't imagine anyone wanting to hurt her."

There's something she's not telling you. You know a liar when you see one.

"You know we're federal agents, right? Lying to us is a big-time offense," you cross your arms.

"I'm not lying, Agent. There's just... nothing else to tell."

"Mmhmm."

Dean is hungry (there's a shocker) and Sam wants to break into Julie's computer so they take this to the cafe on campus. What if you were to run away? Would they be fast enough to catch you? Maybe not but they have that damn remote. If you want to get away, you need to get that remote.

"Alright, a café au lait for the lady." He hands Sam a coffee cup. He has a lot of food you know will only go to him. You don't eat or sleep. "For me--"

"A heart attack?"

"This is unreal. Look at this. I got Italian. I got Chinese. Serve yourself froyo. College is better than Vegas. What do you have?"

"Unfortunately, a lot of nada." Dean slaps your hand away when you try to grab a cookie off his plate. You don't eat but that doesn't mean you don't think cookies aren't delicious. "I hit up Julie's Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Instachat, Snapchat, and A.I.M. There is nothing but posts on Rush and 'Fifty Shades of Grey', the movie, not the book."

"Yeah. I didn't get half of that."

"It doesn't matter," Sam scoffs. "Now I'm going through her deleted files."

"You can do that?"

"Yeah. I mean, nothing ever really gets deleted from the Internet. You knew that, right?"

"Yeah," he nods.

"He didn't know that. I bet his nudes are just floating around on the internet somewhere," you say.

"If you put them there, I'm gonna kill you."

You smirk.

"Here we go. This might be something. it's a deleted Instachat from last night right around the time of death with someone named PrincessElsa8. 'Liar. I know. You'll pay.'

"Well, this Princess Elsa's a bitch. What's 810?" Dean asks when he looks at the screen.

"I don't know. Maybe a date?"

"Or a time of day. Maybe an area code?"

"No, the area code is for southeast Michigan. You know what?" Sam types something into Google. "Here we go. There are three addresses in town that have 810 in them."

"I'll see if I can get this to go," Dean gestures to his food.

You're almost half-asleep in the back seat as Sam and Dean drive around town looking for the addresses. When they realize it's not the house they're looking for, they move on to the next one. Luck would have it that the last house on the tour is the one they need. A woman walks out of her house and makes her way down the sidewalk.

"Yeah. You got it. Thank you Detective Petranzyk. We will keep in touch." Sam hangs up the phone. "So, PrincessElsa8 is not some crazed cyber killer. She is a third-grader from Lake Nebagamon, Wisconsin, who is obsessed with Frozen, and she was fast asleep when the Instachat occurred."

"Who say that coming? A hack job. Shocker," you sigh. The woman who left her house is carrying a garbage bag that she takes to the nearest utility pole. The pole is covered in flowers that she yanks off and shoves into the bag. "Someone's angry."

"Come on." You three get out and approach her. "Excuse me, ma'am. May we ask what you're doing?"

"Um, throwing away dead flowers. Is that a crime?" she asks when she sees the badges.

"It's not a crime, just a little strange seeing as how they aren't dead."

"It's not so strange when it feels like they're taunting you. My husband was killed in a car accident here nine months ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Boo Fucking Hoo. Get over it, lady.

"Thank you. We were newlyweds. We never even made it to our first anniversary, and to have to be reminded of that every time I look out my window or leave the house..."

"That's understandable. Forgive me, but did you notice anything weird after your husband's death? Any strange disturbances?"

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"Do you have any idea who is leaving the flowers?" Dean asks.

"Some teenage girl. I think she goes to the college near here 'cause she's always in Greek letters."

"Do you know her name?"

"No, but she has long red hair."

"That little minx," you say. "I knew she was lying."

Dean calls Delilah but she isn't answering the phone. While you wait for her to call back, Sam looks up the woman's husband who died in the car accident, Andrew Silver. Again, you sit at one of the cafes on campus so Dean can get more food.

"This is Agent Grohl again. Listen, I know I told you to call at your earliest convenience but scratch that. Call ASAP."

"Look at this. Andrew Silver, a twenty-nine-year-old High School teacher was killed in a fatal accident. The car burst into flames. Silver's body was burned beyond recognition, and he is believed to have been killed upon impact."

"So, Andy dies at 810 Downs Drive, then he torments Julie with 810 on her computer. What's his beef with her?"

"Yeah, and what's his connection to Billy?"

"Does it say where he's buried?"

He wasn't. He was cremated."

"So, no bones and he's not tethered to any object that we know of. How is Andrew haunting his victims?"

"Are you gonna eat all that?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, do you want some?"

Sam rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Dean can eat almost anything and it doesn't matter how much of it he eats. It amazes you how much he can put away. He's almost done with his meal when he gets a phone call from Delilah, and she is terrified out of her mind. You meet at her dorm and learn that her friend, Kyle, was killed in the rec room on the first floor. Dean stays downstairs to gather more information from the detective while you and Sam talk to Delilah in her room.

"Are you okay?" Sam asks.

"Not really," she whimpers.

Dean walks into the room five minutes later. "Death by decibel. Kyle's brains were jellied by his speakers. Oh, and get this, the clock on his stereo stopped at 8:10."

"Again?"

"Mm-hmm." He turns to Delilah. "Look we know you're the one leaving the flowers at Andrew's accident. So, why don't you just tell us what happened to Andrew that night?"

She looks nervous but keeps her mouth shut. She knows something.

"Delilah, please. This is the third death in five days. Who knows who's gonna be next?" Sam pleads.

She still won't talk so you're just gonna have to make her. You grab her hair and yank her head back forcefully. She gasps and stares at you with fearful eyes.

"Spill. What did you do to Andrew?"

"Y/N!" Dean yanks you off her and she begins sobbing. "That's enough!"

"Okay, I'll tell you," she cries. "The car accident wasn't exactly an accident."

"You just have to be forceful sometimes," you say and shrug off your husband. "Tell us what happened."

"My friends and I were on our way back from a party and they were all on their phones, the driver included. I'll spare you the gory details but we ended up almost crashing into Andrew. He went off the road and we didn't. He crashed into that pole and we didn't. We watched as the telephone line fell onto his car, electrocuting him to death. It started a fire and we didn't want to get caught. Not to mention Kyle was driving with a suspended license. Billy was worried about going to jail but Kyle convinced everyone it was okay to run. I wanted to go back but no one else did. Billy made us all promise not to say a word.

"I shouldn't have let them talk me out of it. It was wrong, and now we're being punished." Sam takes out two salt containers and hands one to Dean. He doesn't bother handing one to you. "Seriously, what are the chances that three out of the four of us die in one week? It can't be a coincidence."

"It's not a coincidence. It's a ghost. It's the vengeful spirit of Andrew Silver."

The brothers begin salting the room while you stand in the middle of it with your arms crossed.

"A ghost?"

"Yeah, they're real. This is sort of what we do."

"So, you're like Ghostbusters?"

"They are, I'm not. They're kind of forcing me to be here," you say.

"Shut up," Dean snaps at you. "First things first, you need to stay inside the salt circle while we take care of him, okay?"

"How do you take care of him? Please tell me you know how to take care of him."

"Did you not hear him when he said this is kind of what we do? Of course, we know how to take care of a man ghost."

"As blunt as she was, she's right. Usually, a ghost is tied to a place or an object. If you get rid of the object, you get rid of the ghost. With Andrew, it's different."

"What's he tied to?"

"We're working on it, but if we can figure out how he's traveling, we can figure out how to stop him."

"You know, this might be a Shocker situation. The paper said that he died from a collision, but Delilah says that he died from electrocution. Maybe that's how he's surfing. He's using the power lines as a conduit," Dean says.

"That would make sense with the computer and stereo kills but not the pickup. I mean, the truck runs on gas."

"Then it has to be something else, then."

"Alright, I'll go back to the accident site and check it out. You two stay with her."

"Take me with you."

"No, you're staying with me," Dean says and grabs your arm.

"Touch me again and I'll break that arm," you snap and yank your arm out of his grasp.

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[dan-the-womans-blog]

Creating request guidelines for Tumblr can help streamline interactions, clarify expectations, and ensure that both the requester and the content creator have a positive experience. Below is a comprehensive guideline template that you can use or modify according to your needs. (If you cant figure out how to make your own you can use mine.)

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Thank you for visiting my Tumblr blog! I'm excited to engage with you and potentially create content based on your requests. To make sure everything runs smoothly, please read and follow the guidelines below before submitting your request.

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Fandoms I write for:

-Avatar(the blue people)

-Harry Potter

-Twilight

-Scream

-Criminal Minds

-The Walking Dead

-The Hunger Games

-Mikhail Varshavski (not technically a fandom)

-Suicide Squad

-The Maze Runner

-Charmed

-House

-The Last Of Us

A few more that I can't remember right now. Just request and find out i'll probably research the character and write it anyway tbh.

[soaringeag1e]

Escape {63}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Sadness, Dead Body

Words: 2,352

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Dean smiles contently as he stands at the kitchen counter. The two mugs in front of him are full of steaming fresh brewed coffee and he can’t wait to drink it. But first he adds a little sugar and creamer to one of them and then he carefully makes his way to the table. You lean your head back as he walks up behind you and sets your coffee down on the table, both your smiles growing when he leans down and steals a kiss in front of his family.

“Thank you.” you say to him quietly, earning a wink from him before he slips into the chair next to you.

“Did you know that that place is closing down, though?” You look across the table, putting yourself back into the conversation as you take a sip of your coffee. You have to take a moment to really savor that first sip though because Dean had it spot on. “They made the best muffins. I’m so bummed.”

“What place are you talking about?” You have to ask, clearly missing the beginning of the conversation.

“Annie’s. They’ve been around for…I don’t know. For as long as I can remember. But apparently the original owner passed and her kids can’t, or don’t want to keep it up without her, so…” Sarah shrugs, but it’s clear she still isn’t happy about it.

“That’s sad.” Marry adds, lifting her mug to her lips. “But to keep up a business is a lot of work, so…they probably made the right decision.”

“You’ll just have to find better muffins somewhere else.” Dean teases her, smirking behind his coffee.

“There will never be somewhere better than them.” Sarah tells him with a playful angry tone, getting the rest of you to laugh a bit.

After the laughter dies down, the six of you fall into a content silence. All of you enjoy more drinks from your coffee’s and even take a few bites of the doughnuts that Sam and Sarah brought along. But when Mary sighs, all eyes go to her. With the sun coming in from the window, her golden hair glowing from the spotlight and the soft grin on her face, it seems to spread around the table to the lot of you.

“It’s such a beautiful morning.” she finally says, the rest of you agreeing with either a soft hum or just a nod of your heads.

March had finally shown and spring looked like it was just around the corner. The colder weather hadn’t been around for the past few weeks and none of you were complaining about that.

After a few more minutes of quiet, Mary and Sarah started talking about some things that were happening around town now that the weather was picking back up, like farmers markets. The three of you girls were already planning a get together when someone's phone started going off, and you knew it was Dean’s the second it did.

He shifts in his seat so that he can pull it from his pocket and takes a quick glance at the caller ID before scooting his chair away from the table.

“Excuse me.” he says to the family in a low voice, not wanting to interrupt his mom and sister in law from talking and then he steps into the other room, just out of earshot for all of you. 

You knew it had to be work and you were trying not to let it get to you. This was his life and you supported that. He was a good detective and an honest to God great officer for when they needed help with little side jobs. It just got you down a bit knowing that this day was supposed to be special and you had a gut feeling that he was getting called away on a job right now. You were heading out with the girls to look for wedding dresses and the guys were off to get their tuxedos, but you were getting the feeling that the tuxes were going to have to wait.

You tried to get into the conversation at the table but you just couldn’t do it. You looked on with the best smile you could, but you had your head tilted back a tad in attempts to hear Dean with his phone call. Unfortunately you couldn’t pick up anything, just a few ‘okay’s’ and ‘yes’s’ here and there, otherwise you didn’t hear anything until his boots carried him back into the dining room.

“Hey.” The tone told you that you were right. As for the others, it updated them on what their day was going to be.

“Work?” John asks right away as the other three just looked a tad disappointed.

“Yeah. There was a hold up at the convenience store off of Wesley last night and they need me.”

“Is everyone okay?” Mary was the first to ask the dreaded question and you could see just from the way Dean was looking over all of you that the answer was no.

“No.” he finally says in a somber voice. “So, I’m afraid we’ll have to postpone the tuxes. I mean, it shouldn’t take us long to find good ones, so…we’ll do it soon.” Both Sam and John nod, understanding, and though you did too, the slight jealousy you felt that work took your fiance away again must have been showing. 

“I promise it’ll be okay.” he tries to assure you, his hand resting on your shoulder before he looks over his family again. “So, you girls go out, have fun. Get some lunch and enjoy yourselves.” he takes a second and drinks a little more of his coffee but then squeezes your shoulder to get you to look up at him. 

“Can I talk to you for a sec?” That of course didn’t help how you were feeling in that moment, but you nod and follow him out to the foyer.

“What’s up?” you ask when he gets you alone. But he just reaches into his back pocket and digs out his wallet. You don’t understand what he’s doing even as he pulls out one of his cards and hands it over to you. You’re so confused that you don’t even know what to ask.

“If you find the right one.” he tells you, getting your eyes to snap back to him. “And don’t worry about the price, there should be plenty on there.”

“Dean…” you choke, looking back at the credit card in your hand. “No, I can’t…”

“Look, I know that you and your family aren’t exactly on the best terms because of the Jeff thing and…” he shrugs, not knowing how to explain himself without bringing up the heavy subject. “If you were able to get a hold of them and they showed interest in coming out, then maybe they’d get you a dress. But that isn’t the case, so.” he shrugs again, a little nervous that he probably upset you.

“Still, I don’t think it’s customary for the groom to buy the dress.”

“Well, as far as I know, I’m just not supposed to see the bride before the ceremony. I haven’t seen any rules on seeing the price of the dress.” he jokes, getting you to finally smile a little.

“Dean.” you whine, still slipping the card between your fingers nervously. “I don’t feel right doing this.”

“Well, you should.” You feel his hands slide along your arms, but you can’t pull yourself to look  him in the eye. “You deserve to have the dress of your dreams, Y/N.” Your eyes continue to burn holes in the credit card, your head trying to decline the offer with short sways, but you knew Dean wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“I hate you.” you finally say, unable to hold back a soft, grateful grin. 

“I love you too.” His reply makes your lips break even more and then he steals a kiss before backing towards the door. “Have fun.”

-

News vans were already outside the store, cameras rolling in hopes of catching something good with all the commotion going on. Caution tape along with select officers keep the curious crowd of civilians and news crew back at a safe distance and Dean ignores the news anchors as he ducks under the tape and heads for the entrance of the store. 

He can see Eddie through the glass doors and even catches a glimpse of Bobby before he walks behind the counter. When he steps through the threshold, the men look up to see who the new body is and aside from his boss and partner, the other officers go back to work.

“Dean.” Styles gives him a nod and then looks sedately back down at the floor. Dean catches a hand sprawled out on the floor, blood dripping from the fingertips. As he takes a few more steps in, the body of an older man lays sprawled out on the floor, a gun laying just a few inches away from him.

“He tried to stop whoever it was.” Dean crouches down next to the body and Styles continues to tell him what they found. “Looks like the suspect shot him twice, once in the chest and the other in the head. I’m pretty sure the headshot was the fatal one.”

“Cash register empty?” Styles nods when the detective looks up. 

“Cigarettes are all over the floor back here too, so we think he stole some cigs before taking off.”

“Yeah, well, why not, right? You already killed the guy so grab what you can and get out.” Standing again, Dean glances around the store and notices that nothing else seems to be too out of place. “How are we with the surveillance footage?”

“Got Johnson on it now. Doesn’t look like it’s been tampered with so we should be able to get something off of it.”

“Good.”

-

“I can’t believe you came.” Sarah giggles, draping a veil over her lap.

“Why? My plans fell through so I had nothing better to do.”

“But usually guys like to be as far away from this stuff as possible.” she counters and Mary just sits off to the side holding back laughter.

“Well,” Sam shrugs, looking over at a rack of dresses. “Y/N’s like a sister to me, so…thought it’d be fun.” Sarah can only smile at her husband, honestly loving how close you two are.

“How are you doing in there, sweetie? You need help?”

“No, I almost have it! I’ll be out in a sec!” Sarah smiles to herself and then looks down at the veil again. She thinks you’ll really like it, but it was one of the last ones on the rack, so she snatched it just in case.

“Sucks about Dean, though. Do you think you’ll be able to get tuxes soon?” she asks her husband, Sam taking a seat next to her after that. 

“Yeah.” he says with confidence. “Dean was right, it doesn’t take long to find a good tux. We’ll get them.”

“Alright,” When the three of them hear you through the door, they look up just in time to see you step out with a light sigh. “What do you guys think?” Each one of them is speechless and there for a minute you were beginning to think they didn’t like it.

"Oh my God, Y/N. You look…" Sarah is unable to finish her sentence, but Sam is able to help her out.

"Gorgeous."

"Really?" You question, looking down at the dress and pulling at the lace.

"You're glowing." Mary adds, her eyes studying every detail of the gown. "But what do you think? Your opinion is the one that matters." You look from Mary back down to the glistening gown.

The subtle glitter gives it the perfect amount of sparkle and the little bit of lace gives it just enough character to stand out from the rest. Grabbing the dress from the sides, you pull the fabric up a bit so that you can walk over to the mirror. 

This mirror was bigger than the one in the dressing room and gave you a better perspective on how it looked on you and you couldn’t understand how a mirror, such a simple invention could change how you saw things. Somehow, unknown to you, you loved the dress even more looking at it now than you did inside the dressing room.

“I love it.” you finally speak, emotion in your voice and even your eyes are glistening in the mirror, matching the shine of the dress. Sarah squeals in her seat, looking as if she’s struggling to contain her excitement while Mary and Sam just look at you, admiring the gown as much as you. 

“Do you think this is the one?” Sarah asks as she jumps out of her seat and comes to your side, her fingers unable to keep to themselves any longer as they feel the lace and the fabric itself.

“I think it is.” you confess, tears becoming more prominent in your eyes. 

More squeals come from your friend and she takes a few more moments to look over the gown, then she glances towards the dressing room, craning her neck a little as she tries to see inside.

“How many do you have left?”

“Um…” you think for a second. “Two, I think.”

“Okay, go ahead and try them on. We’ll see if anything else catches your eye and then when you’re done, put this one back on. That’s how you know.” she sends you a wink and helps you back towards the dressing room.

“I would say she just likes playing dress up with you, but I can confirm that that is a good way to know you got the right dress.” You laugh a little at what Mary says before Sarah shuts you inside your dressing room and then you go for the next gown. But even while trying those other two on, you couldn’t stop looking at that dress and you couldn’t wait to put it back on.

[deanwinchesterswitch]

September 2023 Fic Rec List

September was super busy for me, so the list is rather short but varied.🥰

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~Big Sky~

Montana Stars ~ @spnbaby-67. Author's Summary: None (Beau Arlen and his girl, Y/N)

Under the Montana Skies ~ @spnbaby-67. Author's Summary: None (Beau Arlen x Reader)

~Doctor Who~

A Wish Come True ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Rose wakes up to a very unique and lovely surprise…

~DCU~

No Title ~ @yespolkadotkitty. Author’s Summary: None (Ficlet; Rick Flag x Female Reader)

~MCU~

Baby, You and Me ~ @girl-next-door-writes. Author’s Summary: Bucky has always felt a deep connection to you, but after a moment of madness when he fears he may have lost you forever can he finally cross a line he has been longing to?

~Miscellaneous~

But The Flesh Is Always Weak ~ @cockslutpadalecki. Author's Summary: It’s been a week since Andy broke things off, but to you, it feels like a lifetime.

~Supernatural~

Black Tie Optional ~ @thoughtslikeaminefield. Author's Summary: The last time we saw Vanessa, she was swooning over Dean’s lasting impression. Now, we fast-forward a year to see what she’s up to.

How Much Can I Take ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: She meets him in a bar while he’s running recon.  Just a one night stand for Dean.

Of Whipped Cream & Body Heat ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: After getting jumped on a hunt, Y/N and Dean find themselves locked in a walk-in refrigerator. Can they brave the cold and each other’s temper until Sam sets them free?

Opportunistic ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: Far be it for Dean to pass up a perfect opportunity to get a taste of her.  Then again, she isn’t really that subtle about it.

The Truth ~ @kittenofdoomage. Author's Summary: Y/N is a detective with nothing but her career. An intense case and a surprise ending lead her to an encounter she didn’t realize she needed. (Dean Winchester x female!detective!reader)

When the Stars Love You ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: Dean belongs in the starlight.

~On Patreon~

Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

In the Arms of Sleep ~ Author's Summary: Death has been hunting him, turning every moment into a painful dream of blood and pain. His only hope for a moment's rest lies in her arms... (Dean Winchester x F!Reader)

thinkinghardhardlythinking

Someone To Watch Over Me-Parts 25-27 ~ Author’s Summary: (AU) Y/N is married to a very rich, decidedly unscrupulous and powerful man.  A man whose inability to trust means he hires someone to watch over his wife while he isn’t around. He hires Dean Winchester, a handsome stranger to Y/N, who is soon to become a very big part of her life.

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

The eyes of a lamb

The eyes of a lamb https://ift.tt/Bv6sZUc by naughtystiel The year is '98 and Spring is approaching fast. For most, the season is a symbol of new beginnings with Mother Nature’s chaste kiss that breathes life into everything once more. It's inspiring, peaceful and beautiful. So, the fact that this is exactly when a certain serial killer loves to strike makes Detective Winchester's blood boil. Two years in a row now, the guy has slipped through his fingers, not leaving a single trace behind. No clues, no leads, just murdered women in the most picturesque places imaginable. And the worst thing of all? Sometimes Dean catches himself admiring the killer's work. Words: 42921, Chapters: 6/6, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Meg Masters, Jody Mills, Benny Lafitte, Charlie Bradbury, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Jessica Moore (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Meg Masters Additional Tags: Café Owner Castiel (Supernatural), Detective Dean Winchester, 90s AU, Alternate Universe - No Supernatural, Case Fic, Dark fic, Sexual Tension, Shower Sex, Love Triangle, Suicidal Ideation, Mental Health Issues, Trauma, memories of childhood trauma, Attempted sexual assault (not between Dean and Cas), Hopeful Ending, significant character death (not Dean or Cas), Murder Husbands via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/xFUXlOt July 21, 2024 at 04:45PM

[deanwanddamons]

Undercover - Chapter One

Summary: Homicide Detective Dean Winchester and Detective Y/F/N Y/L/N go undercover to solve a spate of murders. 

Universe: Detective AU

Pairing: None (yet) 

Chapter Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Dark subject matter. Angst.

A/N 1: As always thank you to my beta @winchest09, who helped me with the idea for this story. You are my cheerleader, my bestie and my constant support. I love you. A/N 2: As you may or may not know, I haven’t written anything in an absolute age. I have been struggling with writer's block and life has simply got in the way. But…I started this series a long time ago and a few chapters were just sitting in my docs. So I thought I would post the prologue in the hope that you guys enjoy it, want to read more and it may give me the inspiration to continue with it. I’m happy to say, most of you seemed to enjoy it so here is Chapter One. Please let me know what you think - comment and reblog if possible ❤️ Tag list is open if you wish to be added.

My Masterlist

Undercover Masterlist

3 weeks before Prologue 

Dean walked through the winding streets of Pasadena, Los Angeles, making his way towards the precinct where he would now be working. 

After spending a week in the hospital after ‘the incident’, he had been ordered by his Captain, Rufus Turner, to take some time off work to recuperate from his ordeal. Dean wasn’t happy with this command, and had been very resistant to agree. The police force was his life, and the idea of just sitting at home doing nothing was alien to him. But he knew that Rufus was not the kind of man you could argue with. 

Rufus had been his chief for several years, and Dean knew that he wouldn't back down once he had made up his mind. He had tried to reason with him, explaining the importance of his job as a police officer, but Rufus had already made up his mind.

Flashback

"Look, I know how you feel," the older man had said, his tone firm. "But you need to take some time off. You've been working non-stop for months. You need to recharge your batteries, spend some time with your family, and just relax."

Dean knew that his Captain was right. He had been putting in long hours, working weekends and holidays, and neglecting his personal life. He had missed important family events, and he could feel the strain on his relationships.

"I understand, sir," he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "But what am I supposed to do? I can't just sit at home and do nothing."

Rufus smiled. "I'm not asking you to do that. There are plenty of things you can do. You can take a vacation, travel, catch up on some reading, or do something you've always wanted to do but never had time for. The point is to take a break, clear your head, and come back refreshed."

The officer nodded, silently acknowledging the wisdom in the words he had just heard. He knew he needed a break, and he also knew that his Captain had his best interests at heart. He would take some time off, reconnect with his family, and come back ready to serve and protect.

"Thank you, sir," he said, standing up. "I appreciate your concern, and I'll take your advice."

Rufus nodded, pleased. "Good. Now, go enjoy yourself. That's an order."

When he eventually returned to work, the idea of being given a new identity and to move away from Lawrence, Kansas had been posed to him. He had been furious, but had eventually agreed when he realised if he didn’t, his life could be in danger. 

It was going to be strange. A new day, a new station and a new name. 

He pulled the badge from his pocket, the one that was mailed to him by his new superior Captain Bobby Singer. 

Detective Jon Elliot. 

Dean huffed a laugh. He recognised the mixture of names that had been chosen. Jon Bon Jovi and Joe Elliott. He was impressed. Even though he didn’t think he looked anything like a ‘Jon’, the name was something he was going to have to get used to. His life, and many others, were at stake.

Opening the heavy doors of the police station, he walked over to the desk officer. 

“Detective Elliot to see Captain Singer,” he announced. The deputy nodded and picked up the phone. Dean turned around, noticing a few chairs to his left and sat down. 

He looked around the reception area. It was full of people, coming and going, and was much bigger than the station he had worked in back in Lawrence. It consisted of a large communal area with around twenty desks and three offices. One that belonged to him and his partner Benny, one that had belonged to Captain Turner and one that had been used as a store room. There had been very little crime in the area he had originally worked in. 

That was until Michael had come to town. 

He shook the memory from his head, determined to not let himself be distracted today. 

“Detective Elliott?” A burly, thick set, bearded man in his late 50’s was walking towards him, his hand outstretched. 

“Captain Singer.” Dean stood and shook the man's hand. 

“Please. Call me Bobby. There’s no formality here,” he said “Come with me if you will,” he continued, gesturing to a corridor on his left. 

Dean nodded, and side by side the men walked quietly towards an open door. 

Entering the spacious office, Bobby closed the door behind him as Dean took a seat by the large, oak desk. Taking a moment to look around the room, the Detective took a deep breath as he tried to get himself accustomed to the new surroundings. Photo frames filled with smiling faces adorned the wooden space in front of him. He could only assume that it was the family of the older man who he would be reporting into. 

"Dean, I was sorry to hear about Benny," the Captain started, taking his place in his plush office chair opposite him before he steepled his fingers. "Terrible situation."

“Thank you,” Dean acquiesced, taking in the grim expression on Bobby’s grizzled features. He appreciated the concern, but was hoping that he wouldn’t be expected to go into too much detail. He wasn’t sure he felt quite ready enough to discuss what happened in depth with a stranger, even if he did mean well. 

“Losing one of our own is always a deep blow,” the elder man continued, “And for it to be your partner while you were on a case must make it even harder to bear. I have lost a few colleagues…” Bobby’s words trailed off as he realised Dean was fidgeting in his seat, loosening his tie with his right hand, the fingers of his left hand drumming against the wooden arm of the chair. 

“Anyway, I digress,” he went on, mentally kicking himself for making the new Detective feel uncomfortable, “I’m sure you’ll fit right in here. I trust your new accommodation is to your liking?” 

Dean was happy that the subject had been changed. As Bobby had been speaking, he could feel his heart rate begin to raise, his palms getting sweaty. He wondered briefly if the Captain had noticed, and that was why he had stopped talking. If that was the case, Dean knew he needed to get himself in check. He could not perform his duties correctly if he couldn’t bring himself to talk about Benny. Even though no one else in the precinct knew his real identity except his superiors, it was enough that Bobby asking him questions had made him react this way for him to realise he may need to take the force up on the offer of a therapist. 

“Yes, yes thank you Sir. It’s very nice,” Dean lied. The small apartment he had been supplied was in a rough part of town, above a liquor store, but he was grateful for the relative safety the tiny rooms afforded him. 

“Okay so,” his new Captain went on, “I’ll introduce you to the team, using your assumed name of course. They’re a good bunch. A few mavericks that need to be reigned in now and again, but besides that, they behave themselves most of the time.” 

Raising from his seat, Bobby buttoned his jacket as he walked past Dean towards the door. He opened it and gestured for the younger man to exit the stuffy office. 

He was led through a corridor into a bustling investigation room. Numerous staff were typing away on keyboards, the clack of their fingers creating a cacophony of different rhythms. Desk phones were ringing loudly, most of them being ignored. A large white board containing photographs of suspects in the particular case they were currently investigating stood at the front of the room, words written in different colours of magic marker, some circled, some underlined filling in the gaps between images. 

Dean followed his superior as he moved between the desks, the occupants standing up as the Captain passed, nodding at him briefly before taking their seats again and getting on with whatever work they had been doing. Some of them glanced at Dean as he walked closely behind, others ignored his presence. 

It was clear that Bobby ran a tight ship and was well respected by his subordinates. The fact that they stood up when he approached their work station was a surprise to Dean, as this was not something anyone did for Rufus back in Lawrence, but he made a mental note to remember this in future. 

The duo had reached the desk of an attractive blonde police woman. Her face was open and pleasant, a bright smile on her lips. She rose to her feet, as Bobby introduced her. 

“Detective Donna Hanscum, this is Detective Jon Elliott.” 

“Pleased to meet ya,” she said, holding her hand out. Dean shook it, warming to her friendly demeanour straight away. 

“I’ll leave you in Donna’s capable hands,” the Captain told him, “come by my office before you leave for the evening.” 

As Bobby turned away, Donna pulled a chair out and patted it. “Take a seat.” 

“Coffee?” she offered, her eyes moving towards a vending machine in the corner of the room. “It’s not gourmet, but it does the job.” 

Dean was relieved. He was desperate for some caffeine. “Please. Black, no sugar.” 

“You betcha.” 

As Donna prepared the beverage, Dean took in more of his surroundings. The staff were a mixture of uniformed and plain clothes officers, male and female, young and old. Some were busy on their desktops, others were leaning back in their seats, cellphones to their ears. Food was being consumed at work stations, papers were being shuffled, names were being yelled. 

It was so different to what Dean was used to, but he liked it. It distracted the tumultuous thoughts that haunted him, even in his waking hours. 

Donna, returning to her desk, brought him out of his reverie. He took the plastic cup gratefully and gingerly sipped the tepid liquid. She was right. It was far from gourmet, muddy tasting and luke warm, but it provided the caffeine hit he really needed right now. 

“Nasty right?” Donna chuckled, obviously noticing Dean’s disdainful expression. 

“It’s fine,” he smirked, placing the cup down.

“So, Jon,” Donna said, turning her body towards him, “What brings you here?”

Chapter Two

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[detective-writes]

Introduction and (future) Masterpost!

Hello! My name is Rayx and I decided to revamp a dead sideblog to be something I wanted to try! Here you will find writing but it'll be from requests (either sent in the inbox or DMs)! I will have anon on in but it will be turned off if y'all don't behave.

What I will write, what fandoms I write for, and what I won't write for is under the cut!

Brief DNI: TERFs, H//rry P//tter fans, bigots, prosh//ppers,

Fandoms I'll write for:

Star Wars (The Clone Wars TV show, The OG trilogy, and the recent movies mostly. I have yet to watch the prequels and haven't finished other media.)

Sherlock (Doyle's, Elementary and BBC's mostly.)

Hitman 2016

Hannibal

Fablehaven

Lockwood & CO

Heavy Rain

Red Dead Redemption

Undertale (and any AUs that aren't NSFW)

Supernatural (I haven't watched the finale so please don't spoil anything)

Ace Attorney

Detroit Become Human

Venom (I haven't watched the second movie yet)

Legend of Zelda (I haven't played/watched Tears of the Kingdom)

My Hero Academia (I didn't watch all of it but I watched enough to get an understanding of characters)

Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Egos (is that still the term?)

AFK Arena

More to be added

Fandoms I might write for:

Danganronpa (I've only watched gameplay of THH though)

Attack on Titan

Death Note

Gravity Falls (I'm on the last season but haven't finished)

Rick and Morty

Scooby Doo

Love, Nikki

Slashers (it's under a 'maybe' because I'm not too confident in writing the slashers well but willing to try!)

Cookie Run

What I can write:

Character x Character

Character x Reader

Character Headcanons

Ship Headcanons

X Reader Headcanons

Hurt/Comfort

Fluff

Angst

AUs

Specific Tropes (enemies to lovers, "there's only one bed", etc)

What I won't write:

NSFW (I have a sideblog [ @detective4sideblog ] where I share my NSFW writing and do take requests. This is going to be a SFW blog.)

Inc//stous Pairings (*looks at SWs Clones in specific)

Adult Character x Underage Character

V//re

Over-the-top violence

Anything relating to self harm

Abusive Relationships (even if it's on par for the pairing, I do not feel comfortable writing that)

Ships I Will Write:

Note: Feel free to ask about any I did not list!

Star Wars:

Codywan (Obi Wan/Cody)

Rexwalker (Anakin/Rex)

Padtine (Satine/Padmé)

Obitine (Satine/Obi Wan)

Anakin/Rex/Padmé

Obi Wan/Satine/Cody

Ploit (Plo Koon/Kit Fisto)

Skysolo (Han Solo/Luke Skywalker)

Finpoe (Poe/Finn)

Poe/Rey/Finn

Most other ships you can think of from SWs, feel free to shoot an ask to make sure!

Sherlock:

Mormor (Sebastian Moran/Jim Moriarty)

Johniarty (John Watson/Jim Moriarty)

Johnastian (John Watson/Sebastian Moran)

Mollrene (Irene Adler/Molly Hooper)

Hooperan (Sebastian Moran/Molly Hooper)

Specifically Victorian Johnlock (John Watson/Sherlock Holmes)

I think that covers everything, though there's others but regardless.

Hitman:

Dianseven (Agent 47/Diana Burnwood)

Hannibal:

Hannigram (Hannibal Lector/Will Graham)

I don't know any other Hannibal ships but feel free to inform me, I'll gladly write for 'em :)

Lockwood & CO:

Locklyle (Anthony Lockwood/Lucy Carlyle)

George/Lucy/Lockwood (is this a ship? Either way, listing it)

Heavy Rain

Jars (Norman Jayden/Ethan Mars)

I might write for Norman/Blake if I like the prompt enough but they aren't my cup of tea. Same goes for Ethan/Madison.

Ethan/Grace (*shrugs*)

RDR

Vandermatthews (Dutch Van Der Linde/Hosea Matthews)

Arthur Morgan/Kiran Duffy (I can't remember their ship name atm)

Charles/Arthur Morgan (I can't remember the shipname again)

Most other pairings you can think of that don't break my "won't write" list :)

Undertale

Sansby (Sans/Grillby)

Burger Guy/Nice Cream Guy

Papyton (Papyrus/Mettaton)

Undyne/Alphys

Soriel (Sans/Toriel)

SPN

Destiel (Castiel/Dean Winchester)

Sabriel (Gabriel/Sam Winchester)

Bobby/Crowley

Like I said, I haven't watched the finale...or much past season 5 or 6 so...yeah.

Ace Attorney

Wrightworth (Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth)

Detective Gumshoe/Phoenix Wright

Maya Fey/Franziska von Karma

Larry Butz/Phoenix Wright

DBH

Reed900 (Gavin Reed/RK-900)

Hankcon (Hank Anderson/Connor)

Markus/Simon

North/Markus

North/Markus/Simon

Venom

The obvious canon Venom/Eddie Brock

LoZ

Zelink (Zelda/Link)

Sidlink (Prince Sidon/Link)

Mipha/Link

Mipha/Zelda

Link/Sheik

Midlink (Midna/Link)

Midna/Zelda

MHA

Honestly anything BUT Midoriya/Bakugo.

Egos

Darkstache (Wilford Warfstache/Darkiplier)

Antiaverage (Antisepticeye/Chase Brody)

Anti/Marvin the Magnificent

Chase Brody/Marvin

Schneeplbro (Doctor Schneeplestein/Chase Brody)

Googleplier/Chase Brody

There's more but I'm forgetting them 😭

AFK Arena

Thane/Baden

Treznor/Nevanthi

Idk any other ships so feel free to request

Masterpost:

Will be updated in the future :)