#supernatural john winchester

[yunggoblin]

Stress Reliever - John Winchester (18+)

Pairing: John Winchester x Female!Reader

Summary: You and John have been working really hard lately, while you would rather rest, John wanted to start a hunt after finishing one. What’s the best stress reliever? Sex.

Warnings: Smut, Riding, Ass Grabbing, Unprotected Sex, Cussing, Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2,647

Note: I wrote this about 2017 and finally touched up my old stories. Thank you @dirtysupernaturalimagines for letting me use their imagines and make them into full stories!

The strong wind nearly ripped off the door from the hinges of John’s black pickup truck as you opened it. The harsh wind blew wildly, shaking tree branches harshly, threatening them to snap. The dark clouds were traveling into the small town that you and John decided to stay at, casting the sun’s beautiful ray into the darkness. The one thing you hated about the Midwest was the harsh spring storms. 

John must have heard your mumble complaints and whines as he spoke up. “The faster we grab our bags the faster we get into the motel room before this storm hits.” John shut his door and opened up the back to gather his bags.

You shivered slightly as the cool wind hit you again, climbing into the tall pick up truck and retrieving your bag that’s full of clothes and knives. John shut the back driver door as he slugged his bag over his shoulder, you both made your way to the motel door. It wasn’t anything fancy, like always but it had four walls and a roof. John slipped the card in and pulled it out quickly and jiggled the knob.

“You gotta be fucking kidding.” He hissed and slipped the slim card in and pulled it out too quickly once again. The light flashed red to show it was still locked. “He gave us the wrong card key.” He snarled. Thunder rumbled in the distance stating that any moment now it was about to rain.

You sighed heavily, your back ached from the long day you had and now the heavy bag hanging off your shoulder. “You’re doing it too fast.” You finally told him as he tried it again, red light blinking. Reaching out and grabbing the card, your fingers brushed up against his rough ones. You slid the plastic card into the slot and gently gilded it out. The light flashed green and the locked clink, a sign that the door unlocked. 

John grumbled under his breath and roughly turned the knob and shoved the door open so hard that the door knob on the other side hit the white wall roughly. He didn’t even address it, he walked into the dark hotel room flickering the lights on. The room was neat but small. It had a desk, box television that probably held only three channels, a small dresser with lamps on it, between the two twin size beds.

As you walked into the room and shut the door lightning flashed and thunder boomed in the sky, heavy rain drops started coming down beating against the window of the room. You placed your heavy traveling bag on to the bed closest to the wall, where John got the bed closest to the desk. “I’m gonna take a shower.” You said, jamming your thumb over your shoulder towards the bathroom behind you.

The older man grunted in response as he sat in the wooden chair and pulled out his books and journal. Your eyes flickered towards the worn out book, John was sketching and writing in no time, most likely about the recent hunt that you both finished. You unzipped your bag and grabbed your pajamas from the black carrier. Sighing heavily and tiredly you shuffled your way towards the bathroom.

Once the door shut and locked you turned the knobs of the shower making water sputter out from the old fossett. As the water was running to become the right temperature for your body, you stared at the mirror as you undressed. Old scars that were nearly healed littered all over your body and some new scars were still healing. 

One particular faded scar pointed out the most, a bullet hole in your shoulder. Your fingers grazed against the knotted flesh, hissing softly as the memory hit you like a brick.

“I told you to fucking move.” John snarled as he cracked open a bottle of whiskey. 

“He was going to shoot you and guess what, he did!” You gritted your teeth, holding onto your bleeding shoulder with a clean bullet hole coming into your shoulder and out the other side.

John tossed the lid of the cap on the floor. “Stupid girl. I can handle myself.” John sat next to you, tripping your short sleeve shirt with one tear, exposing the fresh wound. 

You didn’t know what to say, you knew John could handle himself but you couldn’t see him going through this pain, he already has gone through so much and you also really wanted to impress him tonight too. Dean, your long time friend suggested that you should take a few trips with his dad, learn the ropes and new things. You were excited, John on the other hand wasn’t too thrilled to have a ‘sidekick’. “Shut up.” You mumbled, not knowing what else to say.

You wanted John stand up and started to undo his belt, your eyes slightly widen at the sight of him and your eyes glued to his crotch area, you quickly looked away only to look back in between his legs. “What- What are you.” 

John folded his leather belt in half and placed it towards your face. “Open.” You opened your mouth as he shoved the belt horizontally in your mouth. “Bite.” 

You sunk your teeth down on the leather, holding it tightly. 

“This is going to hurt.” He sighed and without giving you a warning he doused the whiskey all over your shoulder before sewing the hole shut. 

Werewolves, vampires and ghouls weren’t the only dangerous things out in the dark. After having a successful first ever mission with John Winchester, the legend that all hunters spoke about, some coked up addict decided to rob you after leaving a bar from a salt and burn. You knew the tweaker was trigger happy and once you saw his eyes pure dilated and wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer you quickly jumped in front of John as the bullet left the gun.

No one really mentioned how hunting monsters would put so much damage on your body, but then again no one really talked about mental health in this life. The only ‘medication’ was a beer in one hand and a shotgun in the other killing or drinking away your frustrations. 

As the mirror fogged up, you turned away from your reflection and entered the shower, hissing softly as the hot water ran down your achy body. You stood there, watching the dirty water wash down the drain. As you soaked in the water you finally fully scrubbed your hair and body, washing off the dried blood from the creature you killed today. 

Fully washed and refreshed you turned the water off and wrapped a white towel around your body, the towel barely covered your thighs. Drawing back the curtain and stepping out you dried off your body and put on fluffy pajama pants with a white tank top with a built-in bra.

You walked out of the bathroom, you rustled the damp towel against your wet hair, trying to dry it as best as you could before going to bed.

“Yeah Bobby,“ You heard a rough voice talk. "Okay, thanks again.” You saw John still sitting in the wooden chair, doing research of what it looks to be another case. 

Frowning, you walked towards him. His dark hair stuck every which way as he ran his thick fingers through it at times. His eyes skimmed through the pages of the book that was on his lap. His right hand rubbing his salt and pepper beard as his wet tongue darted out on his dried lips.

"You can go to bed, I got this.“ His voice was the reason you snapped out of your hypnotic stare, the things he could do with his tongue… Quickly shaking your head to snap out of your thoughts you frowned down at him.

"John, you really need sleep.” You said.

"I’m working on a case and it’s not too far from here.” He mumbled through his hand as his elbow was on the chair rest with his chin resting on his hand hiding his mouth.

"But we just finished one.” You pouted, you wanted him to rest. He was just running on booze and adrenaline, it wasn’t healthy for a man his age. Sighing heavily you run your fingers through your somewhat dried and tangled hair.

"I know.“ He snapped which startled you. "I know.” He said a bit softer, barely a whisper.

Silence filled the small hotel room. “John, you really need sleep.” You whispered, approaching the man. Your hands resting on his shoulders. You felt himself tense underneath your touch. “Relax John.” You muttered and moved your thumbs in a circular motion on his shoulder blades.

"You've got knots.” You told him as you started rubbing the crook of his neck trying to loosen up his tight muscles. You heard a sigh of relief escaping his perfect lips. He tilted his head back a bit, getting more relaxed and used to your touch.

"Your fingers work like magic.” He groaned. His words made you smile, you leaned down digging your elbow into his shoulder-blade realizing that your fingers weren’t going to do much. He grunted lowly at the new pressure. Your hot breath hitting the back of his neck, making him get goosebumps.

"Sorry, just trying to get you relaxed.“ You murmured the confession to him.

You pulled away from him and ran your fingers through his hair, you couldn’t help yourself, only for you to quickly pull away after hearing a soft moan escape his lips. "Sorry.” You said softly, fully pulling your hands away from him. "Alright, well I’m going to bed and you should too.“ You said softly and looked at the book he moved off of his lap. 

Your face became bright red at the sight of his pants tighter and a bulge in his blue jeans. He must have noticed your expression because he immediately grabbed the book and placed it right back on his lap.

"It’s just… I haven’t had a woman's touch in awhile.” He sighed heavily. You watched him look down at the book you couldn’t help but step closer to him. Your hands going back on to his shoulders and rubbing them, your left hand trailing down to his chest, his breath hitched in his throat.

"W- What are you doing, Y/N?” He questioned. You smirked softly as your hand trailed down to his jeans.

"I’m giving you a massage.” You said innocently, turning your head towards him with a sly smile your lips started to kiss his scruffy neck. A low growl escaped his throat as you brought your lips to his ear. “Is that okay?” Your hot breath hit against the shell of his ear making him shiver.

"Y/N” He began in a groan as your hand placed over the bulge in his pants, grinding your hand against it. “You really don’t want an old man like myself.” His head tilted back on the chair, giving you more access to his neck. 

“Of course I do, why wouldn’t I?“ You questioned with a pout. "Now come on.” You helped him out of the chair with a smile. “Let’s get you taken care of.” You giggled and started to fiddle with his black belt around his waist. You unbuckled it and tugged his pants down. You took off your shirt while he kicked out of his blue jeans.

Once your shirt was over your head and tossed somewhere on the ground you saw the oldest Winchester only in his black boxers. You smiled softly, he walked up to you and picked you up, placing you down gently on the springy bed.

His long fingers grabbing the hem of your fluffy pants and tugging them down your smooth legs along with your panties. He smirked up at you and kissed your hip softly.

"I’m supposed to take care of you.” You gasped out, making him chuckle lowly.

"Alright, alright.” He said crawling up towards you and soon rolling over, you on top. “Show me what you're made of, baby.” He chuckled deeply. Pushing his boxers down his legs his erected cock sprung up hitting against his stomach.

John soon groaned lowly as you rolled your hips against him. “Fucking tease.” He muttered and bucked his hips up.

"That’s nothing.” You giggled out and grabbed his thick length and guided it towards your wet entrance. Slowly sliding down on him only putting his head in and soon rising up pulling him out, just letting the tip rest inside of you. He growled, his brown eyes dark and full of lust.

"You better take me before I flip us over and pound my cock in you.” He demanded which made goosebumps rise on your skin, you’ve never heard John like this and it made you go feral. Slowly sliding all the way down his hard erection you couldn’t help but to tilt your head back moaning in pure bliss.

"That’s a good girl.“ He mumbled while rubbing your hips, it was all just too much. With each movement your breasts bounced. "Now that’s what I like to see.” He smirked, eyeing your breasts, making you blush as he cupped your breasts, the pad of his thumbs going over your hardening nipples.

You raise up slowly and push back down on his cock, letting out cute moans. Soon enough your walls were clenching around him as you were now bouncing on him. John let out a few grunts and moans, while you were clawing at his chest and shoulders for balance.

His hands left your breasts slowly going behind and gripping your ass. Gasping loudly as one of his hands came slapping down on your cheek making it bright red. “Y- You know I bruise easily.” You squealed out as he gripped the stinging red flesh.

"Well then, you’re gonna be covered in bruises when I’m done with you.“ He chuckled softly and bucked his hips up into you, hitting your g-spot. Each time John pulled you down on his cock he would grab your ass and slightly spread your cheeks, making you moan loudly at the feeling of him opening you up.

“John!” You cried out, meeting with his thrusts, bouncing harder on his cock, the springy bed that possibly was in the same situation a few nights ago started to squeak. "I- I’m going to come.” You warned him.

"Oh already?” John teased. “We just started.” One hand left your ass and was on your sensitive clit. Crying out loudly soon took you over the edge. Your walls tightened around his cock, coming undone within seconds. John gripped your ass and planted his feet up on the bed.

"Hold on baby.” He demanded and slammed his hips up roughly that made you collapse, your chest up against his, your face buried into his neck trying to muffle your moans as his cock was drilling into you, loud squelching sounds erupted throughout the room each time his cock penetrated you. You moaned loudly as his cock twitched up against sensitive areas in your pussy that you didn’t know existed.

Soon enough his cock spurting out come, covering your walls. You cried out loudly as he thrust his cock in and out, pushing his come deeper into you.

Panting heavily you slowly slid off him, cuddling up against him. “No use of getting a double-bedded room.” You giggled softly looking over to see the other bed untouched and still neatly made. Soon enough there was a pounding on the other side of the wall.

"Will you two give it a rest!?“ The person in the other room shouted.

Which only made John smirk widely and rolled on top of you. "I think they wanna encore.” He chuckled deeply and planted a soft kiss on your lips.

[spudbestdog]

Redesign of John Winchester, father to Sam and Dean Winchester, and husband to the late Mary Campbell, after a terrible event the killed his wife John stop at nothing to kill the man or thing the murdered his wife and raising his sons to do the same.

He is based on "John Winchester" from Supernatural.

First Appearing in Supernatural Season 1, episode "Pilot"

Tell me what you think of him.

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: John Winchester is wounded and found by a doctor who invites him to her home to care for him.]

Smut

John and Michelle

The weather felt nice on this late fall evening, you drank your cup of coffee on your porch taking in the view around your home peacefully. Taking a deep breath about to walk back inside you were distracted by a strange sound not too far from your home. The noise sounded like a man yet you weren't sure, putting down your cup of coffee you closed your sweater and walked closer to the wooded area taking a careful look. The closer you got you quickly spotted a man against a tree by himself. You noticed him wrapping his hand in obvious discomfort and you walked closer to him.

"You hurt?!" You called out to him making him look up not expecting anyone to be around.

"No mam, I'm fine," he looked back down at his hand which you noticed had blood on it.

"You're bleeding," you called back out to him as you began to walk his way.

"I'll be fine-" he insisted, he was in the middle of a hunt for a vampire. It was dangerous and the last thing he wanted was any innocent humans involved.

"I'm a doctor, I can help you," you assured him making him sigh as he looked around him making sure the vampire was nowhere near.

"You shouldn't be out here, it's late and -"

"Oh you've cut yourself pretty deep," you interrupted taking his hand.

"Mam," his voice made you look up at him.

"It's not safe out here," he spoke low.

"Well, um.." you looked behind you then back to him trying to think of an idea.

"I live just up the road, if you want, I can patch this up for you and you can be on your way. I'm a doctor I can help. This can get infected." You explained. Pressing his lips together looking down at his arm he quickly nodded and agreed to leave with you.

Usually inviting a strange man to your home at night was something you never would have thought of doing. But being the thoughtful person you were, it didn't feel right leaving this man wounded.

"What's your name?" You asked as you let him in the house and closed the door behind you.

"John." He responded as he followed you to the kitchen table.

"You?"

"Michelle," you turned on the light and grabbed your first aid kit as he slowly took off his brown jacket.

"Let's take a look," you whispered as you gently grabbed his hand and began to clean the wound.

Still on high alert with what he had just dealt with he looked beside him out the window, there seemed to be no signs of anyone near.

"This is going to sting a little," John turned back as you slowly patted him with alcohol wipes. He watched as you carefully focused on what you were doing before looking up at you. For the first time he saw your face under light and couldn't help but think how beautiful you were. John barely interacted with other humans during his time on the road, always on a hunt after the next thing, he was instantly captivated by your beauty.

"So do you usually come across injured men around your home?" You could hear the playfulness in his tone.

"Actually, no" you laughed.

"You are my first." You looked up at him with a smile.

"Well aren't I a lucky guy." You couldn't tell if this man was actually attempting to flirt with you. Quietly you continued pressing into his palm making sure he wasn't numb.

"How did this happen?" You asked making him clear his throat.

"Hunting," he responded bluntly.

"Hunting?" You looked at him confused.

"At this time of the night?" You raised your brows before continuing to clean up his hand and arm.

"That's different." You chuckled not noticing your sweater had opened up revealing your undershirt that you had on without a bra. A clear view of the shape of your hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of your tank top caught his eye.

"Almost done." Your voice catching his attention making him look away. Doing his best to not look at what was so tempting he tried to distract himself looking around the kitchen when he noticed boots by the side door.

"So you stay here with your husband?"

His question catching you off guard.

"I'm sorry?"

"Your husband." He motioned towards the boots.

"Oh!" You laughed shaking your head.

"Those are my brothers, he was just here this morning fixing some pipes for me and those are his work boots. He's coming back tomorrow to finish."

"So no angry mans gonna come through those doors and find you taking care of me?" His tone was flirtatious causing you to look up.

"No," you smiled shyly.

"I live alone."

"Hm." He pressed his lips together.

"Why hm?" You raised a brow looking back down at his wound.

"I don't know...beautiful doctor like you living in this big ol' house all by herself...don't see that too often."

"Hm," you responded with sarcasm.

"What's that for?" He asked with a chuckle.

"I don't know....a man all alone hunting late at night with no hunting supplies....don't see that too often." You squinted your eyes at him. The look you gave him causing him to bite his bottom lip.

"Noticed that, huh?" He whispered as he began to smile.

"Mhm," you nodded as you finished wrapping his arm up. You wondered what he was really up to but decided not to ask.

"I suppose whatever you're doing you should be a little more careful with. You're not always gonna get lucky and have a doctor find you and invite you to her big ol' house for private care." You shrugged playfully.

"Private care," he repeated with a twinkle in his eyes.

"I mean, that is what I'm giving you. And I don't do that for just anyone." You raised your brows.

"Are you flirting with me, Doc?" He squinted his eyes as you laughed.

"Anyways...you're all set," you closed your first aid kit.

"Well, you sure are good with your hands," he looked at you with a smirk when a strong wind passed the window making you shiver. Johns face completely changed as he looked outside.

"You ok?" You asked a bit confused, his expression was serious and very focused, you wondered what caught his attention.

"John?" The sound of your voice saying his name taking his attention off of whatever he seemed to be looking at.

"We should close this window," he stood up quickly as you followed.

"Is everything ok?" You asked confused as he shut the window and locked it. Looking outside again he made sure nothing was around before looking back at you.

"Yeah, everything's fine." He responded as you stood silent. Taking a deep breath John couldn't help but get distracted as your chest rose, giving in to the temptation of looking at your sheer top that you seemed to not know was still out in the open.

"What?" You looked down to see what he was looking at before realizing the sheer undershirt was no longer covered. John looked away clearing his throat.

"Excuse me I-"

"You what?" You unexpectedly stepped closer to him taking him by surprise. Your sweater still open you looked up at him with seductive eyes. It wasn't the reaction he expected from you but it turned him on.

"Everything ok?" You raised a brow with a playful look in your eyes as you began to take off your sweater and threw it to the side. He didn't take his eyes off you as you looked up at him and slowly placed your hand on his crotch area.

"Yes mam," he whispered. Moving your hand up and down you felt him grow stiff, he began to breathe heavy.

"What are you doing, doc?" He whispered with a smirk.

"Just making sure you're ok-" You teased sliding your tongue over your top lip you stared into his eyes before he leaned in and kissed you. With his good arm he pulled you in closely pressing his body against yours. Brushing your hands up his chest, taking off his shirt you continued to kiss him before unbuttoning his pants. Your lips never leaving his you pushed his pants down and placed your hand on his bare shaft. He felt hot making you more aroused before you pushed yourself back and quickly looked through your drawers.

"What is it?" He asked confused.

"Here, put this on" you flung a condom at him as you began to take off your clothes. John ripped the wrapper open with his teeth and slid the condom on before walking towards you and pulling you to him.

"No," you whispered before pushing him down the chair.

"A woman who knows what she wants...I like.." John smirked as you removed your clothes and walked towards him. Putting your leg over him, you looked down at him with excitement in your eyes feeling him just at the tip of your entrance. In that moment you held yourself still and slowly bought yourself down on him until he unexpectedly thrusted upward shoving himself in you entirely. You gasped grabbing onto him as you felt his hand grab your ass.

"Go on. Ride me, baby" he whispered looking up at you as you adjusted yourself on him taking control and began to move your body. The expression on his face changing feeling how wet you were.

"Shit.." he hissed squeezing your hips. Gaining momentum you rode him eagerly, your moans filling the room as your nails dug into his shoulders. This was the least thing John expected to happen today, even more so for you. He watched as you moved up and down on top of him, your eyes rolling back he could tell you were about to cum.

"John-" you moaned as he felt you tightening up around him when he suddenly stood up with you in his arms. Your arms tightening around his neck you gasped in shock as he began lifting you up and slamming you down.

"John!" You screamed but he seemed to not be listening, you wondered how he could possibly be doing this as if his arm wasn't just wounded. He continued until he felt you tighten up around him again. His jaw clenched as sweat dipped down his forehead, he sat you on the counter and thrusted one last time before the two of you cried out simultaneously. John felt the release that he needed, being on the road for so long, barely any contact with others...he felt relieved. You could tell he needed this as he pulled away and took a deep breath.

After washing up you sat in the kitchen in your robe as John came from the bathroom. He didn't say much as he stood by the door way.

"I guess you leave now huh?" You asked as you stood up.

A glimpse of guilt in his eyes as he stepped towards you.

"I got work to do," he spoke low.

"Let me take one more look," you took his arm to make sure it hadn't worsened.

"Do me a favor-" you tilted your head looking up at him.

"Try not to get yourself hurt again," John chuckled in response.

"Can't keep any promises if it means I get to visit you," he laughed before he turned serious.

"I'll come back in some time...but you do me a favor," he leaned in looking down at you.

"Don't tell anyone else that you live alone, it's not safe around here-"

"Around here?" You asked confused.

"Look, I can't get into it right now but stay inside after dark and just be careful who you approach. Not everyone is what you think. Understand?" His tone was very direct, you had many questions but didn't say a word. With a simple nod and a sigh you crossed your arms before he kissed you once and left your home.

[marunene]

I can see similarities between them.

[delulu-hours]

Should I

I have this Sam fanfiction brewing in my head. My only issue is that I'm not sure if I want to make it a series or just like a one-shot. I'm also not sure if anyone is interested in it.

This is just a bit of what I have down for now. Might change it up a bit later. Also please excuse any errors, I haven't really gone through it.

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“You know,” I plopped down on the hotel bed as I held the phone to my ear. A small groan left my lips. “During the time I’ve known you, you never shut up about this brother of yours. When do I get to meet the special man?” I earned a deep chuckle as I could already picture the smile on his face. 

“Well, when I see him I’ll let you know.” I could hear the change of tone in his voice. I knew Dean and his brother’s relationship wasn’t on the best terms, especially when his brother had left to go to college. He wanted a normal life, and there is nothing wrong with that except for the fact that it is hard to live a normal life knowing what is out there. “How’d your case go?” A sigh left my lips. 

“Not as planned but fuck there was more vampires than I thought.” I had gotten word of a possible vampire situation back in Iowa. Dean offered to come help if I needed it but from what I had gathered it was only two blood suckers. Boy was my intel wrong. When I got there, there were three more than I expected. They did put up one hell of a fight but I did my best withstanding them. Besides being thrown into the wall a few times and getting the wind knocked out of me, I was okay. Just a few bruises that were gonna form and my body just aching.

“I could have been there to help.” I rolled my eyes at his comment. Dean and I had known each other for about three years. We had met on one of his hunts and I was nineteen. At the time my friends had decided that playing with a ouija board was a good idea. They wanted to summon the dead. My father had warned me plenty of times never to mess with those things and yet something within me told me it couldn’t be that bad. Let’s just say Dean saved me and my friends from anything really bad from happening. It was also the day I found out what my dad actually did. Found out that my dad knew Dean and his dad and that they were hunters. It explained a lot, especially since he wasn’t around any more. It also explained why mom was always very cautious of certain things I never fully understood. 

“Can’t have you always helping me.” I touched my necklace. “Besides, I’m sure you taught me enough so that I can handle myself.” He let out a scoff. 

"I ain't doubting you but I can't imagine it being easy hunting alone for someone who's just starting out." I had to bite my tongue to suppress a laugh. Dean did spend about a year and half having me tag along with him on cases just so I could learn everything I could. During that time I did get my ass handed to me and he also taught me some self defense moves. 

"You gonna tell me the reason you called?" I decided it would be best to not start an argument with the man. The line went quiet as I turned to lay on my stomach. I could hear Zed Leppelin playing quietly in the background.

"Who says I didn't call to chat?" I scoffed. I knew Dean better than he cared to admit.

"Dean, don't beat around the bush." He sighed knowing he wasn’t going to be able to lie to me. "You gonna tell me the real reason why you called?" 

"Have you seen my dad?" I glanced at the man who was sitting on the chair in the two bed  motel. He looked through his journal, not bothering to glance up at me. I clenched my jaw, hating the fact I was about to lie to him.

"No, I haven't seen your old man for about a month now." This caught John's attention as he looked up at me. "Why? Is something wrong?" The frown on my lips grew as he just went back to doing whatever he was working on. As if he wasn’t even bothered by the fact his son was looking for him. I didn’t even know why I was lying to Dean. John didn’t give me much of a reason except for the fact I needed to act like I hadn’t seen him.

"I haven't been able to get a hold of him for a week now." I could hear the concern in his voice and the weight of lying just grew on my chest. 

"Do you want to help? I can meet you somewhere and we can look for you old man."

"It's fine Elena. I'm sure he'll call back soon." We both knew that wasn't gonna be the case. If he had gone a week without contact, he wasn’t gonna contact him anytime soon. With that we ended our call and an annoyed sigh left my lips.

"You finally gonna tell me why I just had to lie and why you're here?" I pushed myself up to sit on the edge of the bed. John took a drink of his beer before smiling at me.

"I want your help." A frown settled on my lips as I shook my head. I had worked with John in plenty of cases to know it wasn’t going to be easy.

"Last time you asked for my help, I found out that I was anything but normal, which let's not forget how you almost tried to kill me too." He just let out an amused snort before giving me an apologetic look. It slightly angered me with how easily he brushed off that incident. 

"It's all in the past." He got up and walked over to me. "I'm close." He dropped his findings on my lap. "And I think it’s something you can help me with." I clicked my tongue annoyed at the man. Annoyed that he did as he pleased with no proper explanation or even consideration towards others.

"I'll help but just know if Dean calls and needs me,” I gave him a small glare. “I'm gone." I was ready to argue with the man but his response caught me off guard. John nodded as I looked down at the papers in my lap. 

"You'll be good for them." Was the last thing he said before allowing me to skim through everything.

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

“dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days”

girl, what home

[hacked-wtsdz]

I love early seasons supernatural aesthetics so much. The isolated highways, funky motel rooms, neon signs, shiny guns and shiny cars, leather jackets, old books, through a film camera lens in seasons one and two, makes for such a specific atmosphere. It transfers the isolation Sam and Dean experience so well, cramped into the seats of a 67’ Chevy impala, claustrophobically un-alone while individually lonely. The nasty, sometimes created with horrible special effects, monsters really do look monstrous, unsettling more than outright terrifying. With yellow eyes, in dirty clothes, glitching and pale. The whole colour palette is grey-ish and cold, you almost feel the contrasted darkness, the distrust, the nagging belief that something wicked may be hiding behind every corner, behind every corner of your own self as well. Idk. The blood looks dark, the sulfur looks sickeningly yellow, the skin looks unnaturally pale. It’s all so horror-coded, and gives such an atmosphere of instability in your own existence in the world, which aligns with the themes of the seasons. This atmosphere, to me, makes it a better horror show than if it had had better special effects and scarier monsters. Because the horrifying is in the daily existence, in how you are, rather than what you face.

[naxxsstuff]

Normal Sherlock and Watson

Medical Sherlock and Watson

Horror Sherlock and Watson

Supernatural Sherlock and Watson

And last but not least, lo and behold

Biblical Sherlock and Watson

(Honorably mention to merlin and King Arthur, the medieval Sherlock and watson)

[fandom-shiet]

Why Castiel’s character has so much depth:

[walk-to-gallows]

"They will not lose what I have lost"

[seasononesam]

You think this shrink stuff is a load of crap. Am I right?

[yunggoblin]

VOTE ON WHO YOU'D LIKE TO READ ABOUT FOR THIS FANFIC FRIDAY!

[morganaconda]

[petite-madame]

John Winchester - (2024)

[destiel-wings]

Dean actually is a hugger, he just never learned how to express that because who would hug him in his childhood? John??

[mpregeminem]

completely based off this post

@samwinchesterstan