#teen!dean winchester

[x-johnnybaileystan-x]

Supernatural story idea

I would love to see a story where Dean Winchester has a teenage daughter and in the season 10 episode About a Boy, the episode where Dean is turned into a teenager, teen!Dean has to be a parent in a teenager's body to his teenage daughter. I personally think that would be funny and interesting to read. Feel free to write it if you want to.

[fanficocean]

FFT: Spn edition: black out curtains

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SPN X Stand By Me - Chapter Six Excerpt

We continued along the tracks for another hour until the setting sun transformed the once-familiar landscape into a dark and eerie unknown. As the initial thrill of adventure waned, it was quickly replaced by the stark realization of our considerable distance from home. Long, ominous shadows stretched out before us, heightening our awareness of every rustling leaf and distant howl within a one-mile radius. When the rumbling of our stomachs became impossible to ignore, we collectively acknowledged it was time to find a camping spot and build a fire.

Armed with a six-inch hunting knife, a mastery of intricate knot tying, and first aid skills, Dean was the obvious choice as an unofficial leader of our gang. Having been rigorously involved in scouting before his mom died, we all figured he was our best bet for picking a safe place to camp overnight. No one questioned him or added any snark; everyone just threw down their packs where Dean had said and got to work looking for leaves, twigs, and things that could be used for kindling.

Once Dean got the fire going, we all plopped down around it in a semicircle as I began unpacking the food. We each got one hot dog, a somewhat dented can of Tab soda, and two slices of Wonder bread. Despite the modest fare, it served as a feast fit for kings, deepening the camaraderie among us at the end of a long day. Using branches snapped from nearby trees, we took turns using Dean's knife to sharpen the ends. After violently stabbing our hot dogs onto these makeshift skewers above the fire, a brief moment of calm passed between us as the smell of sizzling pork permeated the air.

“Man, that was a close fucking call!” Gabe said, hypnotized by exhaustion as he gazed into the flickering campfire.

“Yeah, seriously.” Charlie agreed in an uncharacteristically subdued tone.

Allowing my mind to wander, I temporarily revisited the train incident from earlier on that day. Glancing over at Dean, I noticed him reclined against his pack, seemingly relaxed with both arms tucked behind his head. It was hard to ignore how close we’d come to death and each other in the same afternoon. Instead, the instant replay inside my brain felt detached, as though I were watching some distant event playing out on a movie screen.

“Hey, Gabe, turn yours over,” Dean said abruptly, cutting through the evening stillness.

“No way, man, I like ‘em, extra crispy,” Gabe said with a defiant grin.

Only to lose his dinner moments later when it lost structural integrity and fell unceremoniously into the ravenous flames below. 

“Ah, shit! You got any more hotdogs, Cas?” Gabe groaned.

“Nope, sorry,” I said earnestly with a small shrug.

Unable to restrain herself, Charlie erupted into laughter, hugging her petite frame as she rolled across the ground. She resonated pure delight, albeit at Gabe's sudden misfortune, until she had rendered herself coughing and out of breath.

"Hey! It’s not funny. What the hell am I supposed to eat?" Gabe protested, growing visibly frustrated.

“I mean, you could cook your dick?” Dean suggested, trying to keep a straight face without succumbing to his own laughter.

"That would be a small meal!" Charlie chimed in.

Leaning in closer to dig through the charcoaled cinders, I half worried Gabe might lose his balance and tumble face-first into the flames. My relief was palpable when he abruptly withdrew,  having successfully salvaged his former hot dog.

“Aha! Screw you guys! I got it!” Gabe shouted.

He hoisted his blackened skewer triumphantly above his head, then proceeded to rip it apart with his teeth like some kind of crazed wild animal. Then he gobbled down his meal as fast as possible, clearly trying to avoid tasting it. We all watched in faux horror as he ate, our eyes wide with judgemental enthusiasm.

“What?” Gabe asked, looking up confused.

When we had finished our meal, Dean revealed the pack of cigarettes he’d stolen from his dad. Wetting my lips with the tip of my tongue, I reluctantly accepted one so as not to appear uncool. Flicking his lighter to life with only one hand, Dean ignored our friends and reached in close to ignite mine first. As I Inhaled deeply with a hint of seduction, we maintained eye contact long enough to mask our combined uncertainty beneath a shared façade of teenage bravado.

“Nothing like a smoke after a meal,” Gabe announced, effectively breaking the brief but intense connection between Dean and me.

“Fuck yeah,  I’ll forever cherish these moments, boys.’ Charlie said snarkily.

“Hey Cas, why don't you tell us a story?” Dean asked innocently.

While knowing full well how impossible it would be for me to turn down such an offer, especially if it was coming from him.

“Oh, um, I dunno,” I said, trying to temper my prevalent anxiety.

“Come on, Cas, pretty please?” Dean asked in a sing-song voice.

Batting his ridiculously long eyelashes in my general direction, Dean curled his lips into a pouty frown as he spoke. Although I seriously considered punching him for a moment, when he added a smile and his signature wink, I knew I was done for.

“Why don't you tell us one about the Ladies of Moondore and their legion of fire-breathing Dragons?” Charlie asked.

“Well, uh, actually... The one I’ve been working on lately is a little bit different.” I said, waiting for my friends to settle before continuing to speak.

“It’s about the Harrison Family, these two brothers, who travel around the country in a 1967 Chevy Impala, fighting monsters with their dad.”

"Wait, hold up, monster hunters who drive around in some shitty old car?" Gabe asked, his skepticism evident with an arched eyebrow and dubious smirk.

"Shut up, Gabe, that car is a classic!" Dean asserted with the confidence of an expert.

“Anyway! Simon Harrison is the younger brother, and he’s our age, but he has these crazy psychic superpowers. He has these visions about the future, except it's usually really bad stuff- like decapitated bodies and violent, murderous creatures that possess your body and then use it to commit unspeakable horrors like some sort of human puppet!”

“Oh hey, my cousin tried to convince me she was psychic once. She memorized the entire freaking encyclopedia and then pretended to know everything- The joke was on her, though, because she’d only gotten as far as volume A-F, so when I asked her about Galopogus Island, she had no fucking clue what to even say.” Gabe said, rolling his eyes.

“Shut up, Gabe!” Charlie said, punching him twice in the shoulder.

"Ow!" Gabe shouted, turning around to face Charlie with raised fists.

"Could you guys please try to keep it together for once?" Dean demanded sternly, unexpectedly adopting a grown-up tone.

Feeling immediately validated, Charlie stuck out her tongue, prompting Gabe to do the same in return. Dean and I paused, sharing a look of exhaustion amid their childish antics.

"Sorry, Cas, what happens next?" Gabe asked self-consciously, aware that he’d become the center of everyone’s attention.

“When Simon was just a baby, his mom met a tragic end—murdered under sinister circumstances. The cops attributed her death to a house fire, but the reality was far more horrifying: an unidentified monster had burned her alive on the ceiling of Simon's bedroom. 

So the boy’s father, Jim Harrison, embarked on an obsessive revenge mission, traversing the country several times over while trying to hunt down the thing that killed his wife. Eventually, he figures out they’re hunting a demon, but the more he learns, the more he realizes that Simon’s psychic abilities are somehow interconnected. Then finally, when Jim does track the demon down, it turns out to be this yellow-eyed sonofabitch, who’s trying to build up an army of super kids by force-feeding them his blood!”

“Oh, Eew! That’s so gross, Cas!” Charlie said, grabbing her throat and pretending to gag.

“What happens next, Cas? Do they hunt down the demon and get their revenge?” Dean asked, redirecting everyone’s focus back to me.

“Well, first, Simon gets kidnapped by demons, and then he has to fight to the death against all these other demon-blood-drinking kids. Fortunately, he manages to outlast them with the ninja fighting skills his dad taught him and then uses his powers to telepathically contact his older brother, Dean.”

Taking a sip of water from my canteen, I paused dramatically, trying to build suspense. In the dim light, my eyes were drawn to Dean’s instinctively. When he smiled back, a flash of heat raced through me. Though he seemed honored to have been incorporated into my story, there was also a hint of something else in his expression. Chalking it up to embarrassment, I ignored the swirling feeling beneath my ribs and continued to speak.

“While Jim and Dean do find Simon, they arrive too late. Just as Simon’s eyes connect with Dean’s, this other guy, Jeff, who's old enough to fight in the Gulf War- comes out of nowhere and stabs Simon in the back! Dean tries to save him anyway, but by the time he reaches Simon, his little brother is dead. Overcome by anger and grief, Dean howls into the void. As he clutches Simon’s lifeless body tightly against his chest, Dean swears to avenge his brother no matter the cost.”

As I cleared my throat, hushed expectancy settled around me. The firelight cast an otherworldly glow upon our faces, creating an atmosphere of anticipation. Momentarily encouraged by the silence, I allowed myself to believe my story had been successful. But as the moment dragged on, the sensation of too many eyes watching began to overwhelm me.

“Oh shit- then what happened?” Gabe asked, the resolute finality of my narrative breaking his trance.

“Yeah, Cas, what happened next?” Charlie asked, echoing Gabe.

“What do you mean what happened? That's how it ends!” I said, trying not to feel hurt by my friend’s obvious disappointment. 

“But what happened to the rest of the Harrison family? Did they ever get revenge on that demon,  Azazel, or whatever his name was?” Charlie asked, sounding somewhat accusatory.

"I'm sorry, guys, that's all I've got so far," I said quietly.

“I don't know, dude, it just feels like there should be more to it than that, you know?” Gabe said with a frown.

“Yeah, Cas, it's a great story and all. I just wish it had ended differently,” Charlie said, breathing out a deep sigh.

Charlie was right, of course. The Harrison family did deserve a better than my lackluster ending. But although this sentiment would continue to haunt me, I could not yet grant them, nor anyone else in my life, any kind of authentic closure. Between Anna’s death and Dad moving out, It was becoming increasingly impossible to concentrate on much of anything, much less plotting out a suitable story arc or ending.

[wendichester]

omg let me just say I LOVE your writing, you inspired me to start writing

can you please write more teen!dean x reader

luv ya <3

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ so cool,

summary. dean stumbles upon a hunter his age. he's... well... shocked.

pairing. teen!dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 725

notes. let's all chant together teen dean! teen dean! teen dean!

Dean Winchester has seen a lot of things in his sixteen years—things most people wouldn’t believe even if they saw them with their own two eyes. He’s fought monsters, patched up wounds, taken on responsibilities way beyond his age. He’s faced down things straight out of nightmares, but nothing—nothing—prepared him for you.

You stroll into the rundown diner like you own the place, all confidence and purpose, a hint of dried blood on the sleeve of your worn-out jacket. You don’t even look around, just march straight up to the counter and order a coffee like you’re twice your age. The lady at the register doesn’t even blink, probably too tired to care that some teenage girl is ordering black coffee like it’s a school night and not past midnight.

Dean’s sitting in the corner booth, elbows on the table, nursing a half-empty soda while Sam sleeps against his duffle bag across from him. Dad’s out on a hunt—left them here with instructions to stay put—and Dean had every intention of doing just that.

And then you happened.

He watches as you lean against the counter, tapping your fingers on the cheap Formica surface, eyes sharp as you scan the diner. You look... tough. Not in the way that the girls at his school pretend to be when they talk about how they’d totally punch someone if they had to. No, you look really tough, like you’ve seen the same kind of crap he has, like you know things. Your jacket has a tear near the shoulder, your jeans are streaked with dirt, and there’s something tucked into the waistband at the small of your back—he’d bet anything it’s a knife.

You’re a hunter.

And you’re his age.

Dean swallows, trying not to let his brain short-circuit over that fact alone. He’s spent his whole life surrounded by adults in this job, trailing after his dad and Bobby, occasionally meeting older hunters who treated him like a kid no matter how many hunts he’s been on. But you? You get it.

He should probably say something. Introduce yourself, Winchester, he tells himself, but his body doesn’t seem to be getting the message.

Then, as if the universe is hell-bent on making him look stupid, you glance his way—and catch him staring.

Dean whips his gaze down to his drink like it suddenly contains the answers to the universe. His heart does something weird in his chest, something that definitely has nothing to do with the fact that you just looked right at him.

When he chances a glance back up, you’re smirking. Smirking.

Oh, he’s so screwed.

Pushing off the counter, you grab your coffee and make a beeline for his booth like you’ve already made up your mind about something. You slide into the seat across from him—right next to Sam’s sleeping form—and raise an eyebrow.

“You got a staring problem, Winchester?”

Dean blinks. Wait, what?

“You—I—how do you—?” He fumbles, the easy confidence he usually carries with girls suddenly nowhere to be found.

Your smirk deepens. “Your dad’s kind of famous in the hunter circuit. John Winchester’s kids aren't exactly a mystery.”

Dean clears his throat, straightening up like that’ll somehow make him look cooler. “Yeah, well. Guess that makes two of us. Who the hell are you?”

“You can call me (Y/N),” you say, taking a sip of your coffee. “Just rolled into town. Heard there was some vamp activity nearby, figured I’d check it out.”

Dean raises an eyebrow. “On your own?”

“Duh,” you say, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I’ve been doing this since I was a kid. And I don’t do babysitters.”

Dean huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, well. That makes two of us.”

For a second, there’s a beat of silence. And then you tilt your head at him, eyes flicking over his face like you’re studying him, and something about that makes Dean’s stomach flip.

“You’re not what I expected,” you say.

Dean squints. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. Thought you’d be taller.”

Dean sputters. “I—what—I’m six feet tall!”

You grin over the rim of your cup. “Sure you are.”

Dean groans, scrubbing a hand down his face, but he can’t stop the chuckle that escapes him. You’re something else. And he kind of likes that.

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[s0urw00lf]

This is a PSA. From here on out I write for all women (because I have yet to explore gender neutral writing and I don’t want to accidentally slip up and say something that might make it seem like it’s only woman based)

MEANING. Black, White, Asian, Brown, Hispanic etc.

And if I’m writing about a certain race it will be specified. As a black female it really angers me to see x readers with an obvious target audience that doesn’t include myself, all my life myself and so many other women watched as others were in the spotlight and I rarely saw any representation of myself on screen, let alone ACCURATE. It always has to be stereotyped into the story. Why can’t we be written as an heir to a long line of lawyers or doctors. Why does it always have to be we made it from the trenches and we don’t belong.

Wrote all of that to say. My fics are for ALL women, unless I say otherwise. I just want people to feel more accepted and show that change is happening.

Yes I will be writing WOC for EVERYONE I write for.

[colmiillo]

I need an angst that leaves me destroyed and lying in bed for 5 days

[redroses07]

when the show/movie has a cast that’s so fine you don’t know who to read a fic about 😞

[stilesstilinskisposts]

They're in love

[purplepicklejuices]

my favorite unstable bisexuals

[feelingthedisaster]

all the people from fandoms that got queerbaited seeing the 911 fandom made it canon

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yeyeyeye i'm so excited to be doing this a second year in a row <3 especially since there are now 300+ more of you than last year (absolute insanity btw). lets get this nondenominational celebration started!!

bonus: i'm going to try and include a short playlist with every story :) lets get these vibes rolling

DAY 1 Frostbite | Steve Rogers (eta. dec 1)

DAY 2 Caroling | Elijah Mikaelson (eta. dec 3)

DAY 3 Cabin Fever | Dean Winchester (eta. dec 5)

DAY 4 Mistletoe | Loki Laufeyson (eta. dec 7)

DAY 5 Decorating the Tree | JJ Maybank (eta. dec 9)

DAY 6 Christmas Tree Farm | James T. Kirk (eta. dec 11)

DAY 7 Ice Skating | Isaac Lahey (eta. dec 13)

DAY 8 Sleigh Ride | Castiel (eta. dec 15)

DAY 9 Hot Cocoa | Dean Winchester (eta. dec 17)

DAY 10 Snow Chase | Klaus Mikaelson (eta. dec 19)

DAY 11 Starlight | Peter Parker (eta. dec 20)

DAY 12 Secret Santa | Stiles Stilinski (eta. dec 21)

DAY 13 Sugar and Spice | Bucky Barnes (eta. dec 22)

DAY 14 Winter Ball | Kol Mikaelson (eta. dec 23)

DAY 15 Scarf | Isaac Lahey (eta. dec 24)

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[wendichester]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ so highschool,

summary. strangely enough, dean will be staying in the same place for more than a week. it seems like you caught his eye

pairing. teen!dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 477

notes. i was thinking of turning this small lil drabble into more parts. what do you think? let me know if you're interested ehe ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

You hear him before you see him—Dean Winchester, the new guy, the one who showed up a month ago and has already carved his name into the school like he owns the place. Girls whisper about him in the hallways, and guys either want to be him or want to fight him. He’s built a reputation fast: charming, cocky, a little dangerous.

And, apparently, persistent.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean drawls, leaning against the locker next to yours like it was put there for him specifically.

You don’t spare him more than a glance, shoving your history textbook into your bag. “Not interested.”

Dean chuckles, undeterred. “C’mon, you don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

You turn to him then, raising an eyebrow. “You were gonna ask me out.”

His grin widens. “Damn, you’re good.”

“And I said no.” You click your locker shut, shifting your bag higher on your shoulder. “So, if you’ll excuse me—”

Dean steps in front of you, not blocking your path exactly, but making it clear he’s not done. “Hold on, now. You didn’t even let me give my pitch.”

You sigh. “Your pitch?”

“Yeah. I’ve been working on it.” He tilts his head, watching you like you’re a puzzle he’s determined to solve. “Okay, picture this: you, me, a classic drive-in movie—real romantic, right? You get to pick the film, I don’t even care if it’s some sappy chick flick. After that, we grab burgers, fries, a milkshake to split—hell, I’ll even let you have the cherry on top. Then I take you home like a perfect gentleman.”

You fold your arms, unimpressed. “And how many girls have you used that exact line on?”

Dean smirks. “Would it make you feel better if I said just you?”

“No.”

“Ouch,” he says, placing a hand over his heart like you just stabbed him. “Alright, alright, I get it. You’re immune to my undeniable charm.”

“Glad we’re on the same page.”

He doesn’t move. If anything, his eyes soften, like he’s actually looking at you for the first time instead of just working another angle. “Most girls around here fall over themselves the second I flash a smile.”

You shrug. “Most girls around here have bad taste.”

That gets a laugh out of him—real, genuine. “Okay, I deserved that.” He exhales, running a hand through his hair before fixing you with something dangerously close to sincerity. “But listen, I’m not gonna give up that easy.”

You roll your eyes. “Of course, you’re not.”

“Damn right. Because, sweetheart, I don’t just want a yes. I wanna earn it.” He winks, stepping back just enough to let you pass. “So, go ahead, keep turnin’ me down. I’ll be right here, tryin’ again tomorrow.”

And with that, he’s gone, whistling as he walks away, leaving you with the distinct, frustrating feeling that this is far from over.

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if i had a nickel for every time i was invested in a ship between two dudes where dude1 brings dude2 back from hell then dude1 manages to fall for dude2 even though it’s against everything he ever knew all the while dude2 tries to act like an emotionless badass but secretly has a soft spot for dude1, i’d have TWO nickels… which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice-

[biboomerangboi]

Need a word for not shipping but like I know a situationship happened like it’s canon to me that these people did something romantic with each other this is a fact to me no matter how positively or negatively I feel about it, it did in fact happen.

[karacaroldanvers]

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