#team freewill 2.0

[spooky-angel-eddie]

Hello Supernatural enjoyers... I have some treats for you *throws these on the ground like throwing seeds to birds*

These are all WIPs (at the moment they have not may songs between them), and i would really appreciate any song/album recommendations to grow these playlists!!

These are very lyrics based so consider that when giving me recs. I also may not add some songs if i dont really see myself being able to listen to it more than once (that being said, all recs are truly appreciated)

[hadesiumm]

short hcs on how team freewill 2.0 would act if you asked them their pronouns ⁉️😼

I literally have no ideas so I’m just scraping the bottom of the barrel :(

:♡.•♬✧⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾*+:•*∴

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Sam ;

He’d pause for a moment to look at you oddly but then chuckle.

“Uh..I’m not very good with the terms..” He’d shift in his seat, almost worried to offend you.

After explaining it to him, he hummed in response.

“He..him, I guess?” Sam just subtly smiled.

He is definitely the most supportive out of the four. :)

Dean ;

Dean would scoff.

It’s not like he’s transphobic, he really didn’t care as long as they weren’t hurting anyone, but his father’s ideology still stuck around at times.

“The guy ones.” Dean grumbled, taking a sip of his beer and going back to watching…whatever porno he was watching.

At least he tried.

Castiel ;

Castiel looked at you weirdly for a moment.

“Pronouns?” He asked, his head tilting and his eyes squinting. “Like…I?”

After explaining pronouns, he nodded.

“I see,” He thought for a moment. “I never really cared much about them, but everyone uses the male ones on me,” Castiel paused and shrugged lightly. “The male ones, I suppose.”

Pronouns were the least of his concern, especially with someone else on his mind. (DESTIEL MENTIONED?!?)

Jack ;

At first, he didn’t really know what pronouns were, he knew females were called she and her, males he and him, but he didn’t exactly know about they/them, or anything other.

To be fair, the boys never really talked to any other hunters.

But, once researching on pronouns and gender labels, he smiled and looked at you.

“I..feel like a boy, the others call me a boy,” Jack started, but tilted his head. “But I also feel like I have no gender.”

After explaining some possible labels he could use if he wanted to, he found one.

“He and they,” Jack smiled, taking a bite out of the candy bar he had. “I like he and they.”

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if I got anything inaccurate, I’m sorry!! :(

Hope you enjoyed anyways!! :)

[spnfanficpond]

New Member Spotlight - September/October 2023

The Pond is always growing and we want to make our new members feel welcome! Here’s a list of recent additions to our fishy family, along with a little info about them!

Guppies, Jellies, and Mutuals, oh, my!

@inenochian -

Other SM names? - InEnochian on AO3 and Discord

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - Merlin

Looking for in the Pond? - Prompts, connections, advice, collaboration, also fic recs and to let more people know about things I've posted.

Pairings you read? - Destiel

Genres you read? - I like canon fics but LOVE historical AUs. Happy endings are a must but angst fluff and pining are wonderful. Omegaverse is great! Smut is good as long as there is plot.

Favorite writer(s)? - This is hard. IntotheSilentLand & UnicornPoe for the way they paint soft angsty pictures with words, Anryrei and Queerwerewolf for hot smut and great plot, sometimeswelose for amazing Dean Winchester angst, there are others - I can't decide!

What do you like to write? - Historical AUs, fixits, AUs in general

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - the light paints kisses on his skin.

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - Omegaverse - I'm just nervous about it. Also present tense writing - I like to read it but it's hard to write. Not sure how anyone can help but when I'm ready I'll def reach out!

@dragonardhill -

Other SM names? - dragonardhill on AO3

OTP? - Wincest

Looking for in the Pond? - Just interested in the community and positivity of interacting with others who enjoy fanfic.

Pairings you read? - Dean/Sam, J2, Dean/Sam/Jack

Genres you read? - All of the above. I read 4-5 fics, sometimes more every day lol

Favorite writer(s)? - too many to choose one!

What do you like to write? - I write very little to be honest but would like to get back into it. I got on a sam/dean/jack PWP kick during later SPN seasons - mostly due to prompts and relationships with a couple other fans. That’s most of what is on my AO3 works but Sam/Dean is my OTP.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Again, there’s not much to choose from and I only write PWP! This isn’t really underappreciated but it’s super short and my fave. Warning for underage weecest. These Tornadoes Are For You

@pizzagirlxnsfwx - This new member is cool and mysterious like Rowena, but without the witchy spells. We think. No guarantees.

@thepromiscuousduck -

Other SM names? - Promiscuous_Duck (AO3)

OTP? - Destiel

Looking for in the Pond? - I want to meet like-minded people, maybe make some friends, and get more readership for the series that's kicking my ass. lol

Pairings you read? - Any combination of Team Freewill 2.0, along with original characters or side cannon characters, so long as Dean, Sam, Cas, and/or Jack are involved. This includes Wincest.

Genres you read? - I'll read just about anything, but angst needs to have a happy ending for me. It's my escape, I don't want to be left crying lol. I have a weak spot for the coffee shop trope. It can't be overdone!

What do you like to write? - Happy, fluffy AU with some drama. Right now, that with a lot of smut and incest.

Masterlist!

@annahmiraculousmillenium -

Other SM names? - A-nah on AO3, mimiaou on Discord

OTP? - Wincestiel

Other fandoms? - Miraculous and Yu-Gi-Oh!

Looking for in the Pond? - I just wanted to read about how people in fandom help each other make art.

Pairings you read? - Oc insert and the oc have to be really interesting. Ship: Wincestiel!!!! Poly fic : Hell yeah!

Genres you read? - Angst, smut, crack,fluff,hurt/comfort, happy ending, open ending(hopeful ending) Tropes: time travel, time travel fix it, bodyswap, sharing a body (mouah! One of my favorites), slow burn (it's Soo worth it), identity crisis, identity reveal, reverse-verse AU

Favorite writer(s)? - Not yet!

What do you like to write? - Dialogue heavy fics, whenever I get to writing them.

@lunaroserites -

Other SM names? - @gattinachyann (Twitter) and Lunaroserites (AO3)

Other fandoms? - Marvel, The Boys, Attack on Titan, My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer, Gotham Knights (CW Show), and many more.

Looking for in the Pond? - Friends, other authors, more things to read

Pairings you read? - Reader Insert mostly, some OFC. I’ve been into Castiel and Dean fics but I’ll read just about anything from Supernatural!

Genres you read? - All the above? Fav tropes are only one bed, sweetheart (derogatory) to sweetheart (affectionate) or enemies to lovers, touch and you die, grumpy character/sunshine character. I also adore Soulmate AUs and most other AUs!

What do you like to write? - Fluff. I’ve been in a real Castiel kick lately lol. I like to write happy stuff, very little angst. I enjoy tooth-rotting fluff.

Masterlist!

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I love AU but can’t seem to write them well, so world-building tips would be helpful!

@the-family-business67 -

Other fandoms? - Marvel

Looking for in the Pond? - To grow my audience

Pairings you read? - I read reader inserts, mostly Dean or Jensen x reader, but also Sam and Jared

Genres you read? - pretty much all, love abo and soulmate stories

Favorite writer(s)? - @luci-in-trenchcoats who has so many amazing stories and encourages me to share my own work and @jawritter who brought me to Tumblr in the first place.

What do you like to write? - What ever inspiration strikes. Mostly Dean or Jensen x reader with a few Sam or Jared x Reader.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Love Again

That's all for this month, folks! (If we're missing anyone, let us know and we'll add them to next month's list!) Make sure to say hi to the newbies and make them feel welcome! Thanks to all from @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @katbratsupernaturalwhore and @heavenssexiestangel!

[spngirlpolls]

Heyyyy just her to ask a quick question. When people put Team Freewill (or TFW) in their suggestions do you take that to mean the original (Dean, Sam and Cas) or Team Freewill 2.0 (the original plus Jack)?

(Love this blog btw) (❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️)

great question! i usually assume when people say tfw they mean the og sam dean cas line up unless they specify tfw 2.0. i do include jack on some polls but mainly in the tags the interest seems to be on og tfw so i tend to focus on them. also sometimes i feel the inclusion of jack splits the vote to the detriment of cas.

thanks for the love!

[noxemma]

This is awesome! I can just imagine Dean accidentally manifesting himself into being an angel.

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The signs are subtle at first. A green flare in his eyes every once in a while, his wounds healing a bit faster than normal, his punch a little too strong, his movements a little too fast. Then, Dean accidentally smites a monster, which is anything but subtle.

Dean refuses to talk about it on the drive home, but he allows Sam to do a bunch of tests and spells when they get back to the bunker.

Sam: Okay, so I don't know how, but according to this you’re … an angel.

Dean: Nope. Not possible. Jack is the only one who can make people into angels, and I think I’d remember if he did that to me.

Sam: Well maybe you’re, I don’t know, evolving? We should probably call Cas, maybe he knows something?

Dean: I’m not a damn Pokémon, Sam! Humans don’t just evolve to be angels. I'm sure it's just a spell or something, no need to worry Cas.

Sam: The tests are clear, Dean. You are an angel, somehow. And, well, I wasn’t really supposed to be a witch or do magic either. So, I don’t know. Maybe, without Chuck writing the story, anything is possible?

Dean: Yeah, then where are my wings, huh? Angels have wings, right?

Sam: Hmm. Well, Cas could manifest them. Maybe you do have them, but you just have to will then to appear?

Dean squeezes his eyes tight and tries.

Sam: Dude, you look like you’re constipated. If you have wings, they’re a part of you, so just think of something that’s second nature.

Dean rolls his eyes but tries again. He thinks of getting into Baby, turning the key and hearing her engine purr, the crank of the gear shift, the breeze with the windows down.

Sam: Whoa!

Dean opens his eyes, again flaring green, to see Sam staring slightly behind him. He turns his head a bit and sees gleaming wings protruding out of his back.

Sleek metal feathers tick and shift as they settle into place, the color a perfect match to Baby when she’s freshly washed and waxed. The feathers attach to chrome bones, nearly identical to the Impala’s grill and trim, that shine even in the dimness of the bunker.

Everything is impossibly light and intricately bolted and geared together in a way Dean can't ever hope to understand. With barely a thought he commands the wings stretch a bit then pull in close to his back. They obey, small gears and parts moving swiftly and efficiently, powered by the new energy source burning in him.

Dean: What the hell? See! Not an angel, angels don't have metal wings.

Sam: Well, you said yourself, you’re not a Pokémon, so maybe you're a ... self-made angel?

Dean: What? Like Angel 2.0?

Sam: I mean, weirder things have happened.

Dean tries not to care, but deep down he kinda hopes that he is some kind of angel or at least angel adjacent. That maybe he might just be able to keep the awesome wings, that maybe he's become a little bit more like Cas

Sam: Do they even work?

Dean grins excitedly, the steel feathers humming and whirring in response as they flutter.

Dean: Only one way to find out.

Dean doesn't know if he's got angel radio like Cas (and he doesn't feel like trying to figure it out), so he opts for prayer. Dean: Hey, Cas. We kinda got a thing here. Nothing bad, at least I don't think it's bad. Not really sure how to explain it other than it looks like you're not the only one with wings on Team Freewill anymore. Wanna help me test 'em out?

Alright, Edlund tweeted it, so I gave it the old college try.

[perplexed-angel]

The fact "team freewill 2.0" means dean remembers calling them that the first time round 8 years ago :)

[rruhroh]

Day 30: DRESS-UP

I’ve been doing the amazing @winchester-reload suptober event!

[tigereyes45]

Yes Supernatural started as a tale of two brothers and that was always at its core but they grew to include so much more! Their family became so much more! You're telling me that in the end that doesn't matter so we don't see them?

[abasketofnothing]

Y'ALL JACK HAD ORGINAL CHOSEN CASTIEL TO BE HIS FATHER IN 13x01BECAUSE HE WAS TOLD THAT CAS WOULD KEEP HIM SAFEE. AH, BUT NOW IN 14X03 HE CALLED CAS ONE OF HIS FATHERS IMPLYING THAT DEAN AND SAM ARE ALSO HIS FATHER. AAHHH JACK TRUSTS DEAN, SAM AND CAS TO KEEP HIM SAFEE!!!!!!

[whatinbenaddiction]

You: I want Jack to drop Lucifer completely and join Team Freewill

Me, an intellectual: LUCIFER MAKES UP WITH DEAN SAM AND CAS AND THE FIVE OF THEM BECOME THE BEST FUCKING TEAM EVER AND NO ONE CAN STOP THEM

[weareinastormoffuck]

Team freewill 2.0 is my favorite thing ever.

[neveratease]

This is brilliant.

Suptoberart 2019 day 04 - Books!

Today I was wishing to draw something fluffy and cute… and… terror at the same time???

[yourtypicalfangirl23]

Dean Winchester is officially pining

Dean Winchester was confused. This phenomenon happened to him frequently, but not as significant as this. The last few times he had this galactic bafflement he was with a certain someone who made his heartbeat wilder than the chaotic crowds of the metro on a Monday morning. 

He’s been there, and it was worse than the 40 years in hell he spent and that says something. 

It was the fluffy black-haired angel. Castiel. Dean didn’t know how this realization came to be, where it came from or when it happened. It just happened. Like a large, bubbly gurgle right after a good brushing of teeth, or grabbing a beer with Sam after an excruciating hunt. Normal, a routine. Dare he says meant to be. For a while though, he thought of Castiel as an anomaly, someone who messed up their plans. He was getting bored with the “I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition” thing because immediately after that Castiel would complain about how he was betraying his own race. 

But he stuck around. He fought his own for both Dean and Sam, even though Dean could see the hurt that Castiel had felt when his own brothers turned on him. The sacrifices Castiel made in the depths of danger. How he excruciatingly experienced his fall from heaven. How he lost a piece of himself, his one and only symbol, his wings. For humanity. For Dean. He had lost his grace multiple times, Castiel had given doubts to his morals for them. 

The angel had turned into family, more of a family to him than his mother or his father. Dean was not hesitant about that thought, not for one bit. 

He was family, that was damn right but that was an attraction of companions, of friends, right? Sure he and Castiel were close and Dean knew of some of the things even Castiel didn’t know like when Castiel would be confused he would angle his head to the left or how he struggled so hard with pop-culture references but still tried understanding them. When Castiel would never go against his choices for movie night even if it were the most horrendously old Wild West movies (In Dean’s defense, he grew up mostly alone, without a father figure).

Then there was the damned nicknamed, Dean thought this was when the initial feeling of endless confusion started. Cass. It came out of his mouth like water from a flowing river. That nickname was so endearing, so much history behind that name. The first time he used that name Castiel had detested it, he had liked the name his father had given him but he slowly became used to it. The name Castiel would only be used by his brothers now, they would spit it out like venom, there was no longer any love remaining in the name. However when Dean used it, with so much emotion in his eyes, Cass or Castiel. He would forget about the bloody past about his name, how heaven, his family detested. At that moment Cass would be the happiest. 

“Dean!”

That shout had woken Dean up from his daydream-like state. Sam was slowly plodding down the grassy hill, his long limbs gangling every step he took. From afar, if you had moderately bad eyesight ( a new defect Dean had discovered about his body) Sam would kind of look like a fit slender man with long hair. 

“Dean, the nearest tow company said they're not available right now, be ready to get comfortable,” Sam said, his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Dammit!” Dean exclaimed angrily. That was his go-to anger line, he had learned it from Bobby, it was very influential. 

They were in the middle of a hunt when it happened, Team Freewill 2.0. Cass, Jack, Sam, and Dean. The whole evil God fiasco was over, no more God, now there was only Jack. Dean had wondered if the religious folk found out, would they have replaced “God” with “Jack”? Would there be a teenage boy, with swept blond hair, a yellow jacket, and glowing golden eyes painted in the stained glass windows of churches? These were the question he was asking himself while he was peacefully driving along the stretch of road. He didn’t even realize that Baby was making, very concerning spluttering noises. 

Castiel, however, did notice but he didn’t want to disturb Dean who he saw was currently in a daydream while driving. He had, many times expressed his concerns towards driving while looking at a phone, while eating a double mac, while singing and the list goes on and on. He concluded that, one, he would not take notice of these things and let Dean face his consequences and that, two, Dean was a horrible, unsafe driver. So Castiel sat and stayed quiet as he felt the afternoon sun pour down on him. 

The incident had happened when Jack finished his 2nd burger and was now reaching his hands for the fries when the car had come to a sudden stop. The packet shook and a few rogue fries had landed on top of Dean’s head, Sam was unfortunately shaken awake by the force of the stop, his head had hit the front of the car. Sam’s eyes were wide, a definite bruise forming in the front of his head, he was checking everyone in the car. Jack’s mouth was still full of burgers, Castiel’s beige long coat had become a beacon for rogue fries, and Dean had his hands on the keys twisting it to attempt ignition of the engine to start. 

Obviously, it didn’t. 

That’s how they had found themselves in this poor situation. Team free will 2.0 was stuck in the middle of nowhere, with a large valley filled with mounds of green grass and no appropriate place to stay except a dingy little motel, where it seemed like murder would take place. Dean had, from the years of trauma and experience had decided that humans were far worse than supernatural creatures. 

So there they were the present. Dean was slumped under the shade of the tree, the afternoon sun still hadn’t faded, actually, it was the brightest now. The sun was shining lighting the tips of the trees and the trees creating dark shadows underneath. You would think it was warm except it wasn’t because a cold breeze was circulating through the desolate atmosphere of the barren grasslands. The only food near them was from the foodservice and the vending machines from the shitty motel. Dean was now stuck with two hungry people and a hyperactive, immortal, godly teenager. Two hungry people which include Sam and Castiel, in order for Castiel not to get yeeted to death by The Empty the only solution was to turn him into a human. It would have been far more helpful if Castiel had remained an angel, in this scenario of course.

Dean was currently looking at the large stretch of road, Sam was busy trying to get reservations for the dingy motel. The highway looked abandoned (not eerie, peaceful) and would probably stay looking abandoned for the whole day. The chance of finding a car would be early in the morning. As Dean looked from side to side for any chance of civilization (except the motel), to help them get back into the nearest town, his hazel-green eyes dilated at least a million centimeters (he probably looked like a demon at this point) to what he noticed.

The afternoon sun was still present, burning its way to darkness, the wind was now a soft breeze layered on top of the honey warmth of the atmosphere. The harsh grasslands now seemed like a soft meadow, because suddenly he noticed with every pinprick of grass bloomed beautiful daisies, here and there a large yellow daffodil and small ripples of dandelion seeds were drifting pleasantly along with the sweet-smelling air. 

And there in the middle of it was Castiel. 

His hair was disheveled, parted to the side so Dean could see part of his forehead which was covered with a light layer of sweat, made him glow an angelic white. Tiny fairies of the dandelion seeds landed on the ebony locks of hair. Castiel even without his wings and grace shone like the brightest stars in the galaxy. He was sitting on top of a thick patch of grass with Jack by his side, an orange light was also haloed on his face. The tips of his trousers had risen up just a tiny bit, baring his milky white ankle which was tickled with the light green of the grass. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, his blue tie was loose revealing the long, elegant column of his neck which was spilled with the golden light of the sun. He had a pleasant smile plastered on his face, one of admiration as he looked at Jack. Jack who had just learned the extraordinary functions of a daisy chain and was now placing a daisy crown upon Castiel’s head, the grin Jack had on was larger than his own face. 

Dean’s face had no expression. It was just so beautiful, for just a moment he forgot about why he was there. He could just keep staring at Castiel’s face infinitely, he wouldn’t mind it. Castiel was a cloud, where he would host large storms of thunder and lightning, igniting the Earth's atmosphere, and Dean was a droplet, a droplet of water forever falling with a gentle pitter-patter on the ground. Infinitely correlating with each other like harmonized symphonies of an Orchestra. When they stared into each other finally, Castiel too had his irises a-blown opening his windows to his soul, rich earth green met clear crystal blue and the world seemed to halt. Dean had felt absolute peace, for the first time in a long while. No one seemed to interrupt them as the only melody he heard was the melodies of the winds urging them to be closer and closer until there was only a blissful, infinite equilibrium. 

“Dean!” 

Castiel and Dean both looked away. It had been confirmed though, that Sam Winchester was the champion of ruining good moments because his oaf-like structure had again trudged up to him and a glad look replaced the one he had on earlier, which was one of more despair. He had a giddy smile on his face. 

“Guess what? I convinced the manager to open up early and lend us some rooms” Sam said quite proud of himself it seemed. Dean didn’t want to ruin this momentary high, he himself knew what it seemed like but Sam had ruined a very scrumptious between the two which might have just turned into something (in other words, cock-blocker). Instead of just a grunt, he gave a rather aggressive pat on his right shoulder and then a grunt of saying something like “lead the way”.

Castiel had too stood up and had dragged Jack up along with him, who still had a euphoric smile on his face, and Castiel who was now just looking like a ripe melon who was exposed to the afternoon sun, which had also almost faded away into the now velvety gradient. Castiel headed toward the now dingier-looking motel, a hand looped around Jack’s arm as he slowly trudged through the soft grass underneath. The soft pattering of footsteps turned into a comforting crunch of gravel as they neared the entrance of the motel which was lit by two thin fading lamps which once in a while flickered (he would have thought this as a case if it weren’t for the rest of the architecture, which was also faulty and horrid). 

The inside though gave them a pleasant surprise no wonder Sam was so excited. This place was cozier on the inside and a plump-looking man was standing right in front of the staircase, with his hands fiddling with each other in the front. He had weird formal wear on fit with a petticoat but the most eye-catching piece of his outfit was a very pink bowtie proudly standing at the collar. You don’t see that every day.  

“Sam, I see you bought your freinds” his accent was thick British and his voice wavered a little bit as he shot a subtle wave at Castiel, Dean, and Jack. 

“You see darlings when I said some rooms, what I meant was one, I thought you had only one companion you see,” the absurd man said, anxiety and guilt rolling off his words. 

 Everyone’s faces fell (except Jack’s he was still smiling, he probably had no idea what was going on) a little but seeing this very nice old man made them less bitter about the whole thing. Jack’s cheery voice sprang as he forcefully shook the man's hand.

“It’s really quite all right Castiel and Dean can take the rooms up here and Sam and I can just sleep in baby, it’s more comfortable than you think it is.”

The man’s expression looked more gladder but had on a pretty confuddled facial expression as he probably thought what the term “baby” was used for in this case. Dean had started protesting with his multiple “no’s” and Castiel had also started a graceful argument alongside Dean. In the end, Sam and Jack won. Dean had driven the whole entire day, didn’t have a spot to eat or drink after the downfall of Baby and Castiel was still getting used to his human side, still fragile and new to his now mortal body. 

And that’s how they found themselves in this ineffable situation. Their arms were brushing against each other as they stared daggers into their new hotel room which had consisted of only one bed. Dean had gulped, he tried to hide it, he did, but it was more visible than he thought it was. Castiel on the other hand a slight smile on his face as his soft features crinkled into a tiny giggle. 

This time though, Dean was sure this was right. 

[impala1967dwinchester]

Dean Winchester: 67

*Not My GIF* 

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Warnings: Implied Smut, Fluff, The readers fantasy, 1967 Chevy 

Summary: While y/n is staring at Dean, the fantasy of what Dean and her life would be like, roll past her like the credits at the end of a movie. 

Word Count: 621

Y/n spends most of the time of her time researching, even though she must rather be riding next to Dean in his 67′ Chevy. She holds herself together when Dean is close. She tries to ignore him, and just work on her research.

Dean is..... Dean is Dean. This means he has no clue that there is a very attractive young woman, wanting, yearning for him to notice that all she wants is him. She has to brace herself when they hunt, when Dean shots first and asks questions second.

She has to stop from melting on the outside when he dices vamps. When he chases down a ghoul. She has to stop herself when they go to a bar and all the women, hookers, and strippers fall to their knees and praise him. Her hands in a fist ready to fight any women willing to get in her way.

The glitter all over his FBI suit, the smell of horrible, cheap perfume on his coat. Her anger wanting to burst through the seams of her red and black flannel.

She loves the way his thick fit snug in his worn dark blue jeans. She loves his bowed legs. Deans five o’clock shadow giving him all the justice. His handsome face that almost makes you think that he's lying to you.

His Led Zeppelin music that rocks to her core. The devil that sits behind those dark green eyes, that shakes her to her knees. The leather jacket, that his scent sticks, the smell of wood pines, apple pie, and leather from not only his jacket but his 67 Chevy.

The dying question on her mind every day, “Will you let me drive it all night? Or sit me on the passenger side?”

She if she asks that question, Dean would probably say “I’m driving she’s my baby!” and she would be okay with that because everything is better when she sits close to him, breathing in his scent, the way he handles the 67. His strong hands carefully holding the wheel, the veins popping out in his hands.

The days he wears gray sweats and his white or black t-shirts, the way his muscles move in shirts, the way she can see a tent his sweats. Making her wish she was riding his lap and not the passenger seat. The image of ridin’ him in the back seat, her moaning his name, clouding up the windows. People passing by seeing the Chevy rock back and forth.

The black inked tattoo on his chest, nipping and lickin’ at his anti-possession tattoo. She always vowed that she would trade her soul for him to fall for her. Always thinkin’ that he was just as sexy as that 67′. And her knowing that regardless they don’t make them like he is.

Dean Winchester is Winchester Wild. Wild as every animal in the forest, Wild in the bed, Wild while hunting, Wild doing anything.

His giving heart, for everyone. His plump lips, making forcing her to place her own lips on his, The taunt of his moans and groans while hunting, His anger when he doesn't get something he wants, His hurt when someone else is done. His pride in his family.

"Family doesn't end in blue", and "Team Freewill 2.0" His stupid humor, His Jefferson starships. His friendships with broken people hoping to fix and heal them of their hardships. His love for the childish game, His need for a cold beer, and some Scooby-doo at the end of a hunt. His need to still be a child at heart makes me more than a wayward son. 

It makes him human. A Winchester that’s been wild for forever, a wayward son to all. 

*This was inspired by the song "67 (Winchester): written by Renya Roberts.

Tag List- @akshi8278​

[rodpower78]

I have mixed feelings about a very noticeable thing about the Supernatural series finale.

I'm very disappointed that we didn't get to see Cas and Jack in it. I really wanted so badly to see Team Freewill 2.0 back together one last time at a Dave and Busters like place.

However on the other hand, I understand TPTB having the finale focused mainly on Dean and Sam, which worked well. Still they should've thrown us a bone and gave us a nice reunion with Team Freewill 2.0 similar to the great virtual reunion on the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. series finale.

[rruhroh]

Day 31: CARRY ON...

I’ve been doing the amazing @winchester-reload suptober event! It’s been so much fun. They’ve been such a gracious host of this event <3

We’re nearing the end but Supernatural will live as long as we remember it.