#the last second of the last episode and dean is STILL straight

[wendichester]

Hello! If requests are still open by the time you get to this, could you do something where it’s like season 15 episode 13 and Huntercorp! Sam and Dean are in San and Dean og universe and Sam or Dean’s (your choice) love, the reader, gets home and their alternate is all over them bc the reader from their world died before they got out of there, if that makes sense? Please and thank you!!

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summary. different realities mix and dean has a hard time seeing you again.

pairing. dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 560

notes. i haven't reached season 15 yet but i did read a bit about the episode to write this and hopefully it makes sense??? thanks for requesting, regardless 🩷

You step through the door of the bunker, brushing off the late-night chill. The hunt had gone long, but you made it back in one piece. Just another day in the life, right?

“Hey, I’m home!” you call out, your voice echoing off the stone walls.

What you’re not expecting is to be tackled into a hug so tight it nearly knocks the breath out of you.

“Whoa! Dean?”

But it’s not your Dean—at least, not entirely. His flannel feels the same, his scent a mix of leather and whiskey that you’d know anywhere. But there’s something different in his touch, in the way he buries his face in your hair like he’s trying to memorize you.

“Dean, are you okay?” you ask, your voice softening as you pull back to look at him.

And then you see it. The glassiness in his eyes, the emotion he’s not even trying to hide. His jaw is tight, like he’s barely holding it together.

“You’re here,” he whispers, his voice thick with something raw and unnameable. “You’re really here.”

Your brow furrows in confusion. “Of course I’m here. Where else would I be?”

But before he can answer, a second voice cuts in.

“Dean, let her breathe.”

You glance up and freeze. Standing in the doorway is your Dean, the one you know—the one who isn’t looking at you with desperation but with something closer to dread.

“What the hell is going on?” you ask, your gaze darting between the two of them.

HunterCorp Dean steps back reluctantly, his hands lingering at his sides like he doesn’t know what to do without you in his arms.

“She doesn’t know, does she?” he asks, his voice quiet but pointed, directed at your Dean.

“She doesn’t need to know,” your Dean snaps, stepping closer to you as if shielding you from his alternate self.

HunterCorp Dean laughs bitterly. “That’s rich, coming from you. You think she wouldn’t want to know what she meant to me? What she meant to him?”

You take a step back, your mind spinning. “Okay, someone needs to start making sense right now.”

HunterCorp Dean looks at you, and it feels like he’s looking straight into your soul. “In my world... you didn’t make it out. You died before we could get out of that place. And every day since, I’ve wondered if I could’ve saved you.”

His words hit you like a truck, and your chest tightens. “I... I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmurs, his voice cracking. “Just... let me look at you. Just for a little while.”

Your Dean stiffens, his hand brushing yours like a silent claim. “That’s enough. She’s not your her.”

“I know,” HunterCorp Dean replies, his voice hollow. “But for a second, it felt like she was.”

The air feels heavy, loaded with everything unsaid. You reach for your Dean’s hand, squeezing it tightly. He squeezes back, grounding you.

HunterCorp Dean takes one last, long look at you before nodding and turning away. “Take care of her,” he says over his shoulder, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your Dean doesn’t respond, but his grip on your hand says everything.

And as the door closes behind his alternate self, you feel the weight of what could have been—and the fragility of what is—settle in your chest.

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Cutting straight ahead to the point, on my first watch I didn't necessarily hate season 6. After re-watching it for this ranking, I still don't downright hate it but I definitely have more gripes and frustrations with it now looking back.

This is the first time I had to put only one episode in S tier because no other episode reached the same levels of quality that the pervious seasons did. Not saying the second tier of episodes weren't great either, they are. It's just when comparing them to season 5 and 4, (which had so many well-rounded crafted episodes that had me constantly floored) only 'The Man Who Would Be King' impressed me to that level. To avoid total negativity I will share the parts that I whole heartedly enjoyed:

-Weekend at Bobby's. It was so refreshing to get not only a Bobby centered episode but also to see him winning for once. I absolutely love Bobby and Crowley as a duo, they're so entertaining.

-Souless Sam. I have been devouring Souless Sam edits recently (if anyone has any Souless Sam content to send or recommend to me please do!) Ugh I will never get over Jared's performance, so sinister at times but also combined with the prefect dose of sass. I found 'Clap Your Hands If You Believe' so funny and I could not stop quoting "Empathy Sam! Empathy!" Honestly sometimes I miss Souless Sam but when I go back to episodes like 'All Dogs Go to Heaven' I start wishing for sweet Sammy again. So I was happy that they didn't make Sam completely souless for the rest of the season.

-Vampire Dean. Should have had him as a vampire for longer I would've been really interested to see the lore on vampires expanded but I get why they didn't drag it on. Still cool as hell though!

What I didn't like:

-Balthazar's Death. Yes he is no longer with us but damn it he left an impression. Just another unfair angel death thrown in to the pile (Hi Gabriel). Why is this show allergic to utilizing their own characters to the best of their abilities???

-Samuel Campbell. Some episodes were rough to sit through cause I found this man so annoying. I know they explained why but I still kept asking myself, why bring him back?? I guess he did what he was supposed to in his role of being an asshole with a warped perception of family and dealing with Crowley. I get it but still just he pissed me off.

-Dragons. If you're going to waste their potential then why introduce them at all, moving on.

Something I feel iffy about:

-Eve. While they got me to sympathize with her motives to protect her children, I couldn't find her all that compelling. Maybe it's the performance, writing, or lack of screen time, I'm not too sure but I wish she had made a lasting impression. That could have something to do with everything else going on in this season that had her storyline lacking focus. Castiel v.s. Raphael, Sam's mental wall falling apart, Castiel and Crowley working together and having to reveal everything so late in the season. There was a missed opportunity with Eve to make her mark as an interesting and intimating villain but oh well I can just shrug this one off.

Anyway, because I jumped immediately to season 7 before making this review, I do know that season six isn't the worst season. It has plenty of weak spots but it still had iconic and enjoying moments that I would easily come back to watch. Now someone out there spam me with Supernatural content cause ranking season 7 is gonna be rough.

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Hmmm mmmmmm I have so many boys thoughts and since I’m not sleeping tonight I guess I’ll write them down:

(Spoilers for the Boys season 4. Don’t cry over spoiled milk show! Go watch it for yourself)

- Truthfully I didn’t like Hughie in the second episode they just made him (super forcefully) bring up his mom. I did really like all his other bits though especially the stuff we’re getting into with a-train (really hope they actually go through with giving him plot, since he’s supposed to be the main character and all that or whatever)

- every time a character got close to another I legitimately asked if they were gonna kiss

- butcher is my wet cat sad puppy murdering babygirl, he’s slaying this season by actually communicating and I hope it stays that way

- This is the second time I’ve seen Jeffrey Dean Morgan play a horrible person willing to weaponize children for their cause… and he’s good at playing that part (I feel they gave his character a lot of what Butcher was in the comics)

- I really do like what they’re doing with A-Train

- I really do hate what they’re doing with Annie and Firecracker, I get they have to have personal conflict but this feels shallow and although it’s believable that this grudge would last I think there should have been more thought put into the stakes of their relationship (Curry and Moriaty’s acting was so good for the bit where Firecracker threatens her but the stakes are so low and the hatred in the writing doesn’t feel built up enough for her to have that big of a reaction to the threat)

- Going back to Hughie and his mom, I think Quaid’s acting for the bits with his mom were phenomenal, I could relate to his frustration and his sadness was palpable. I think a lot of their moments didn’t feel great and I couldn’t put my finger on it but the conversation about how her depression lead to her leaving felt like the truth finally came out and now it’s hopefully going to feel a bit more like things are moving forward for them

- I’m a little surprised they actually had a character like splinter. Simply because he felt straight out of the comics, and I know how much they’ve veered away from the comics. I really liked the scene where Butcher got to take out a bunch of them simply cause he got to be good ‘ol Billy Butcher

- Homelander has me on a roller coaster because I was going to write a post while watching about how they write him really well in a mindfuck kind of way because you slowly start realizing you’re relating to his character and you can understand his actions, and right before I wrote that post he told the deep to suck off a train and I stopped dead in my tracks. I was legitimately scared in that moment because that also felt like something out of the comics but the difference is that the tv show wouldn’t or at least didn’t go through with it

- Homelander this season is even more brilliantly acted, and seeing him with Sage is a new interesting experience. I was trying to figure out Sage’s motivations and I thought I knew but really I didn’t know because I was trying to say she was fighting for a cause. That is wrong. She is constantly manipulating the people around her but it is solely to benefit herself and her happiness. Yes, she helps Homelander and is honest with him because that is the best way to keep herself happy and alive. She’s smart enough to know that manipulating him or trying to agree with everything he says will be a dead end. She’s still trying to please him and is ultimately playing by his rules but she’s the smartest player because she knows being inauthentic will only end up losing you power, and if you’re on the end of two hot glowing red orbs anyway, why not at least have an actual say

- The gore is going well so far. I’ve appreciated it. Especially the beetlejuice-esque scene where Kimiko has her face torn off and you only see the back of her head and the reactions

- Ryan has so many good scenes. His scenes with Homelander are punctuated by quiet, you can hear every thought screaming through, but what would saying any of it actually accomplish? His scenes with Butcher are so heartfelt, I’m glad they’re finally able to talk. But Ryan still dealing with his grief and guilt is heartbreaking. And on top of that him thinking that the closest person to his mom seemingly hates him and would never want him adds so much to the emotional confusion that he’s experiencing. He obviously needs to leave Homelander, but he still doesn’t want to leave his dad which makes sense because this is currently the only source of love he has from anyone and it was promised unconditionally (even though it is very conditional)

- Frechie’s gotta tell that guy that he killed his family but I was really glad they gave him a boyfriend. I forgot that him and Kimiko weren’t a thing so I got really excited that Frenchie was getting to be awesome and polyamorous. I am glad that Kimiko has asserted that they are friends tho

- I am so intrigued by the brain worm

Thoughts upon second rewatch:

- Opening could’ve been bloodier or more horrific. They toned it down :( but the flesh and blood melting off that guys face was pretty good. And the Todd scene is pretty horrific.

- The way Ryan and Homelander speak in unison about people being ants is so telling, and makes sense with the later context of Homelander wanting Ryan to be an exact replica of himself

- The way that Ryan in this season is so focussed on fear, because he is scared but the people around him won’t admit to that, so when Butcher finally communicates with him and tells him that he’s most afraid of dying without making amends I think that finally gains Ryan’s trust back

- They really are changing Butcher’s character, he’s not just ‘do thing to get thing and it’s justified by the end result’ he’s finally thinking about the people around him and considering them even if the results aren’t fast. He doesn’t give the info to Vick, he doesn’t drug Ryan, and he’s really trying to help even if he is still being a shit about it

- The talk between Vick and Homelander in the opening is sooooo good cause of HL’s little voice crack, he’s losing it

- KIMIKO PAINTS HER NAILS!!! they’re blue :)

- I feel like Hughie’s hatred towards Vicky is forced upon him. Like I guess he hates that she lied to him (but if he thought about it he’d realize that it’s reasonable for her to want to hide her powers especially since she’s been shamed about them for most of her life) and I get they have very different views with her under vought’s thumb and all. But since they’re recruiting A-Train I’m wondering if there’ll ever be a bit of a redemption for her cause I feel like wanting supes to be allowed to live like normal people is not a bad thing, it’s just that she’s working with people who view supes as superior

- “He killed that poor cunt in broad daylight, and they fucking cheered.” Alongside Homelanders “I save people, they cheer. I fucking kill people, they cheer.” is like, they both understand this fact. Homelander will get what he wants no matter what and Billy wants to take him down a notch. Same as always and yet so many changes.

- I missed that the acid that Hughie threw on Vick was Frenchie’s creation the first time around. Also missed Hughie’s failed pep talk, I love that loser. I didn’t miss that no one else is able to understand Kimiko, which sucks

- I want Karl Urban and Simon Pegg to be in the same room again but that’s just my star trek fan talking

- Is that the first time Hughie and Butcher properly hug in the series?

- There’s a weird obsession with phones this season. Especially with hanging up on people. Also an obsession with “no/yes, sirs” which I think is them upping the show of power dynamics

- I thought that octopus sounded familiar. It’s Tilda Fucking Swinton.

- “He always knew he was destined for greatness, because he came from greatness.” Good job guys. I see your little joke

- I did not notice that all the guys setting up Firecracker’s stage were splinter who is played by Rob Benedict (Chuck in Supernatural)

- One of the background noises at the Truthcon mentions an “Alex Jones look alike contest”

- When Ryan throws Koi against the wall in other shows that would be his turning point. The point in which there’s no going back for him. So I’m really glad that it’s just the point in which he needs to talk to someone, that it really does upset him. Unfortunately he goes from one horribly emotionally repressed man to a slightly less emotionally repressed man who is dying

- I hope whoever that person that Kimiko knows turns into a new found family member

- M. M slowly realizing why Butcher was such a bitch to everyone on the team. And it’s because no one listens. Ever. Unless you’re actively threatening them in one way or another

- I don’t know what that bloody metal rod in Sage’s room means even after a rewatch. So I guess I’ll find out.

- Closing thoughts; bring in more A-Train and Hughie moments (also get people to call him Reggie so I don’t have to write A-Train every time)

Hughie has weed in his desk

If y’all wanna talk about this with me (especially after reading all that) feel free to do so

Uhhh more thoughts here

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Gabriel x fem reader, lots of comforting cuddles pls! If possible, something about her being overwhelmed/overstimulated/triggered and Gabriel comforting and reassuring her

I’ve Got You - [ Gabriel ]

Summary: Gabriel offers you some comfort and some cuddles when life just gets to be too much to bear

Word Count: 1758

Warnings: female!reader, fluff, comforting, talk of being overwhelmed and overstimulated

A/N: i hope this was okay, i’ve never really written for Gabriel before so hopefully this seemed like him… and I hope it was what you were after in terms of being comforted and reassured

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You never usually skipped out on a hunt. Never usually stayed by yourself in the bunker, as despite what you knew about the world and despite it being the safest place in said world, it could feel a little creepy at times. Well actually it felt creepy all the time and there was that mysterious dripping noise that you could never seem to be able find where it was coming from. But even still, you stayed behind.

Sam and Dean had left hours ago on some hunt involving a werewolf or a vampire, you didn’t know and frankly you didn’t care. Jack and Cas were on a hunt of their own too, a little ghost problem, nothing too big for the still new to hunting nephilim. But you? Well you just needed a break. You just needed a little while to yourself, to get your head on straight and try to relax a little. You’d never felt this overwhelmed, never felt so overstimulated with the goings on around you.

It was all getting to be too much lately, between getting locked up for months for trying to kill the president, who was actually Lucifer, but you try telling that to the secret service without getting thrown in a padded cell for the rest of your life. To ending up in a parallel world, one where you came face to face with an alternate version of the man you called your father. One who had no idea who you were as you didn’t exist in that world.

Let’s not even get into the whole alternate Michael situation… You were still reeling from that but at least now it was over. It was all finally over. All the battles and the stress, but to you… To you it felt like it was just starting as now that you were alone, now that you had a second to actually think for yourself, you felt the weight of the last few months come crashing down on your shoulders. And hard.

You’d never felt like this before, not to this extent anyway. You knew you shouldn’t be alone but you couldn’t talk to Sam and Dean about this, not when you still felt so embarrassed from the last time you fell into one of these episodes. Castiel didn't understand you and Jack… bless him, he tried to help but the kid was technically only three years old so the most he could offer you was a hug and a pat to the head, one where he whispered ‘It’s all going to be okay’. Something you wanted to believe but couldn’t bring yourself to actually do.

You didn’t think it was ever going to be okay, not when you hadn’t seen the one person, the one angel, you needed to see most in this world. It had been weeks since you last saw Gabriel, since he returned to Heaven to restore some order amongst those left and truthfully, you needed him. You’d never needed him more which is why the second you found yourself on the brink of falling over the edge, you prayed to him.

It didn’t take more than five seconds for that flutter of wings to fill your bedroom and the second you heard it, the second you felt the slight puff of air against your skin, you very nearly started crying.

“Gabriel.” You whispered, your heart warming over the mere sight of him as you slid off your bed, falling against his chest the very second your feet hit the cold ground, needing to feel his heart beat beneath him.

“Hey, hot stuff.” He greeted, placing a soft kiss atop your head as his arms engulfed you, holding you tighter than ever as you simply clung to him, finding that you were unable to stop your lips from rising just a little over his pet name for you, the one he always used as he did often say there was nothing hotter to him than you. “You doing okay?”

“Not really.” You mumbled against his chest, your fingers gripping his shirt tightly as though you were afraid he’d be taken away from you again. It’s been too long since you last saw him and you’d be damned if you allowed him to leave you again so soon.

Gabriel leaned back, making you straighten as he came to hold your face in his hands, his thumbs drawing slow circles on your skin. It was funny how a simple touch from him, mixed with that look on his face, the one that showed you that you were the only thing he truly cared about, could make you feel so much better than you’d done a second ago.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Gabriel asked softly, feeling your hands land atop his forearms, your gaze dropping to the floor before he gently drew your head back up. The second your eyes landed back on his, your lip started trembling, your stomach knotted together and you could already feel the pressure on your chest, as though someone was sitting on it, stopping the air from getting to your lungs.

“It’s just…” You began, your breath hitching as you tried to speak. As you struggled to get any air into your body.

Gabriel led you to the bed, sitting on the edge beside you as he took you hand in his, his thumb gently stroking across your palm, in slow, easy, strokes so that you could breathe along with each one. It took a second for you to find the rhythm, to ease yourself back into reality now that he was here with you, but nevertheless you did.

“That’s it, love. Just breathe.” Gabriel said soothingly, watching the slow rise of your chest as you focused on your breathing before you finally found your voice.

“I’m sorry… It’s just- Everything lately… It’s all been so much.” You whispered, wiping at your eyes as a few lone tears escaped them. “Between that prison…” You spat, thinking back to those months you spent all alone in a cement cell with nothing to do and no one to speak to. Literally on the verge of going crazy. “And-And the whole alternate world… Seeing Bobby again but not our Bobby. Not my Bobby… I just… I can’t take it anymore. It’s just all too much.”

“Come here.” Gabriel’s arms opened, allowing you to fall into them again as you cried quietly, needing to get all your emotions out before you burst. “That’s it darlin’, let it all out.” His hand gently stroked your hair, his other rubbed comforting circles on your back as he held you. Comforted you. Allowed you to cry for as long as you needed.

“You know…” He began, even his voice being a comfort to you. “I’ve been around for a very long time. A very, very long time. I’ve seen more presidents than I can count. Seen more Kings and Queens than you can even imagine. But the one thing I’ve never seen my whole life, is someone as strong as you…

“You’ve been through Hell, literally. You’ve been through so much crap, some of which I put you through myself and I’ll never be able to fix that. Never be able to apologise enough for the things I put you through…

“But what I can do is tell you that you’ve got this… You’re the strongest person I know and if anyone can handle this, it's you. And on days where you think you can’t? Well, lucky for you… That’s what I’m here for. Because I’ve got you too. You aren’t alone, darlin’. For as long as I’m alive you’ll never be alone… If all you need is a hug, or someone to talk to… Someone to complain about Sam or Dean to…” He continued, making you chuckle a little as you did sometimes call him just to complain. “Or even a little something else.” He added, gently poking your side which had you arch it away from him.

It wouldn’t take a degree in rocket science to know what he meant by that.

“Whatever it may be… All you need to do is pray and I’ll be here. For as long as you need me to be.” He said softly, placing a kiss on your head before you finally looked up at him with red rimmed eyes. He leaned down, pressing his lips gently against your forehead, feeling the tension leave your body beneath him before he pulled back.

“I love you.” You whispered, one final tear rolling down your cheek which Gabriel quickly wiped away, bringing his hand to rest on your cheek.

“I love you too, hot stuff.” He said with a smile, a different smile to that which he usually sported. This smile was for you. The one that only you got to see in moments like this, when the two of you were at your most vulnerable with each other. “Do you need anything? Bubble bath? Foot massage?”

“I just want you to hold me.” You said quietly, fiddling with your fingers as you didn’t want to come across pathetic.

“Alrighty… If that’s what you want, then you bet your sweet ass I’ll hold you.” He replied, kissing your forehead once again before he simply clicked his fingers, having you changed into your favourite pyjamas without you so much as having to stand up.

Honestly, you were still jealous over his ability to do that… It would save you so much time if you had the power to do it yourself.

“Hop on in.” Gabriel gestured to the bed, which was made up in your favourite sheets, your favourite stuffed animal waiting for you by your fluffy pillow. You happily shuffled back, sliding beneath the warm covers where Gabriel joined you the second your head hit the pillow.

You moved towards him, nestling yourself up against him as your head came to lie upon his chest, one arm draping around you and his other took hold of your hand, bringing it to his lips to place a kiss against your knuckles. You breathed in, taking in his signature scent which was enough to allow you to feel the stress leave your body. All your thoughts settled, nothing but this moment right here present inside your head.

Most people had a favourite place, whether it be that perfect spot by a lake, or at the beach, perhaps at Disneyland. But yours? Your favourite place, your most treasured and special place to be, was right here… In the arms of your archangel.

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I’ve read a lot of posts of people saying that they don’t like at the end of season 7 Dean yelling at Cas. Personally I don’t like it but Dean needed to get it out of him. The guy went the whole season without anyone trying to talk to him about what was on his mind. When he finally was able to talk about it it just came out like that. Cas wasn’t in his right mind so he didn’t take it to heart but at least it got Dean to get over what had happened.

Then comes the cute stuff.

Every time before this when someone would say something like the angel that’s in love with you or whatever Dean would roll his eyes. This time Meg said he was your boyfriend first and there’s no eye rolling or denying it he just swallows.

Then there’s the two times people called Cas Deans angel. Sounds like they all think of Cas and Dean as boyfriends just no one says it. Dean even had a smile on his face when the vampire said it.

This scene is very sweet. Dean telling Cas if you were the last person I’ll take you cursed if not. Back in season 6 Cas secretary accused Dean of only calling Cas when he needed him. Dean obviously didn’t think that was true because he started to go nuts and Cas obviously didn’t like her saying that because he told her to go away but I think that idea was in both of their heads. When Dean thought Cas was dead and he clearly couldn’t handle Cas not being around I think he realized what Cas meant to him. Now Cas doesn’t want to fight because he’s afraid he’s going to make things worse so why would Dean need him but when Dean said if you were the last person I’ll take you cursed or not he was telling Cas he doesn’t care if he had powers or not he still wants him around and to help him fight.

This part makes me wonder what Cas says about Dean in heaven. All angels know Dean and Sam but Alfie let Sam pass him and went straight to Dean to ask about Cas. He didn’t know Cas and Dean were in purgatory so it’s not like he went to Dean because he was there with Cas. Clearly he knows how close they are by the sounds of it so do most angels. Then when Alfie said how some angels think that even though Cas did something insane his heart was in the right place and Dean asked what he thought. To me it sounds like Dean was trying to figure out if Alfie was a good angel or not. When Alfie said he thought Cas has too much of a heart Dean knew he was good. If he likes Cas he’s a good angel.

This hug just makes me smile. I’m very happy that Cas first single hug with Dean or Sam was with Dean.

I kind of wish the purgatory stuff were full episodes so we could see more of the place and more Cas but at the same time I like that it was done as flashbacks so random things made Dean think back to that place. It’s soooo sweet that Dean looked for a year for Cas when he could’ve went home at any point but he wouldn’t leave Cas and he prayed to him every night. Dean doesn’t pray to god but he will pray to Cas. He even told Cas I need you. That’s a big thing for Dean. Dean doesn’t tell anyone that he needs them so for him to say that was a big deal and Cas knew that.

I love when they protect each other. Cas had to leave Dean to protect him against the leviathans and Dean telling Cas to fly off when the leviathans were coming plus he kept defending Cas to Benny. You don’t say anything bad about Cas to Dean.

One thing that pisses me off is that Cas and Dean were gone for a year and Sam couldn’t take 2 seconds to go look for Dean. They disappeared in front of Sam so he didn’t know if they were dead or just down the street he had no idea. Dean gave up his soul so Sam could live and he looked for a year for Sam when he thought Sam was in hell but Dean went and Sam took that opportunity to give up being a hunter and ran away. He kept saying it was because he met Amelia but she wasn’t waiting for him outside the building which means he had time before he met her to look for Dean. I can completely see why Dean is pissed off. Sam never said he was sorry or that he did the wrong thing by not looking for Dean and not answering his phones. This could turn into a rant so I’m just going to say I completely agree with everything Dean said in that scene about Sam.

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What were the theories/takes on how Supernatural would end when Season 15 was announced?

Well. Not the way it did I can tell you that. Right after everyone was just like “What the fuck was that garbage”. But also it depends on who you ask. But from my perspective:

15.18: Massive excitement and shock, transitioning into people literally not sleeping for a week straight out of sheer excitement.

15.19: Well that was not as good as 15.18 and some of it was kind of stupid, anti-climactic, and seemed to throw away a seemingly clear nod to a different way of defeating chuck and why is lucifer here again??? Also where is CAS.

NO one thought Cas would be omitted from 15.20 tho. People were like “Nah there’s no way”. Like Misha had claimed he wasn’t in it but of course he would say that bc spoilers. So people thought he was just lying as one does. And they were like “Dude no one freak out Cas will totally be in the next episode.” And like. EYE assumed he’d come back bc how could you do that then NOT bring him back???

Then 15.20 aired and everyone was like “What the fuck was that bullshit” except the bibros who have no sense and were instantly making rusty nail gifsets while sobbing about how touching it was that dean died scared and young and bloody for no fucking reason at all. And that day the alliance between deanpositive bibros and deanfans ended forever. 👍

I will say some sort of destiel thing seemed like a forgone conclusion pretty early in the season. And ik some of y’all will be like “WeLL iT wAs AlWAys ObViOus tHAt DeStIEl WoUlD hapPen” but shut the fuck up. If you climb off your high horse for a second—it was a different time on tumblr. The brothers faction was telling people they were “delusional” for thinking destiel was “real” every day for the last 11 years and also a lot of destiel shippers never thought the network would go for it. The pizza man recap was DIFFERENT because it wasn’t just narrative (tho that was also pretty heavy in last few seasons). But Cas’s line about the pizza man loving the babysitter played followed by a montage of Dean eating pizza???? I mean. I wasn’t into shipping at the time (bc frankly most people i encountered were just not that fun about it) and EYE still went “yeah okay”

But EYE personally didn’t think they’d have the balls to explicitly frame it as romantic. But they had one ball. A single ball i guess.

That’s how I remember it anyway. But also different people’s experiences will be different. I was just a meme account at the time so I had like 10k followers and not all of them shipped destiel but even EYE was getting mail after 15.18 asking me if the confession was actually romantic and couldn’t it have been familial?? And what’s going to happen next???? And I was like “This is a McDonalds”. And everyone who actually answered mail like that being like “Bro they wouldn’t dare not bring Cas back and I think X and Y will happen” got loads of hate mail after 15.20 for being wrong which is very stupid bc no one could have predicted that flaming pile of rancid garbage.

[sapphia]

i have so many thoughts about chang from community and almost all of them are about him coming out in the final 30 seconds of the entire six-season show.

like, maybe dan meant it just to be a homage to the office and nothing more. maybe it’s just a joke and we will see it fully retconned in the movie. but imagine if it’s not.

from the very first episode, chang is a character who has been hiding his true self. when we first meet him, he’s an ethnically-speaking spanish teacher. this is played heavily for laughs, but we can already see the ways in which he’s running from himself. he’s very on edge about racism, and some of his first lines are him preemptively defending himself against racist comments. it’s not crazy to think that chang’s fixation on latin culture comes from his discomfort with his own race. and we can connect this to his sexuality too - chang met his latina wife at salsa dancing, and by marrying her he becomes closer to the image of the straight, non-asian man he wishes he were, rather than who he really is.

when we meet him, he is also clearly unpredictable bordering on unstable - showing signs of the mental illness (or as the show puts it, chang’s “craziness”) that defined his entire arc. chang is one of the few characters who gets a full arc, both downswing and upswing, as he starts off as a teacher, married and comfortable. as the series he continues, he loses everything, becoming first homeless, jobless and wifeless, then becoming a crazed dictator who kidnaps the dean, then claiming total amnesia, before owning up to his memories and confessing to his crimes and becoming a teacher again - but this time he has found his place and his people, having been accepted into what by this time has become the save greendale committee.

in the early seasons, chang’s craziness seems to escalate as his life gets worse, but you can also view it as his symptoms becoming harder to hide. his behaviour is visible mostly to his students, and only a little to his colleagues, but he’s considered a ‘wild card’ rather than someone who might genuinely need help. in this regard, he is forced to hide his mental illness rather than be open about it and be supported.

but seasons 5 and 6, chang GETS to be crazy. in a weirdly-heartwarming twist, chang is still unbalanced and he still betrays the group multiple times, but it’s treated as a character flaw no greater than anyone else’s in the group, and he is forgiven over and over again for his transgressions in the same way other characters are forgiven for theirs. it is, in my mind, not a coincidence that abed is the one to recognise that chang deserves a second chance regardless of whether he has amnesia or not, because changs issues begin to genuinely be treated as a mental illness and he received the support and help he didn’t before the series - and with it, we can see he does make genuine improvements. sure, like an addict, he still falls into his old ways and betrays the group, but these are treated like relapses, and the group doesn’t stop forgiving him, thus truly demonstrating that greendale is for everyone, especially people who don’t fit into wider society. underneath the humour, this says something serious; that people deserve help, even when they’ve relapsed. Even when they’ve relapsed multiple times. Recovery is not a straight road, nor is the journey to becoming a better person. chang is the hardest person for the study group to forgive, but he’s the most important because of that precise reason.

this comes to a head in the second-to-last episode where chang makes a speech that saves an incestuous marriage from annulment. the episode is about how the group are parasocial and they are at the worst when they’re around each other - except for chang, who actually demonstrably is much improved from the person he’s been for most of the show, and manages to smooth over the mess that the group accidentally creates. this is a hugely symbolic moment, one of the first actually positive and selfless things that chang has actively done.

so when he comes out at the end, it’s with all that context and baggage. finally, after six seasons, chang is accepted by the study group. even though he’s crazy and unpredictable. even though he’s needed a lot of help to function as well as the other characters. even though his shortcomings mean that he often ruins their plans, both deliberately and by accident. even though he leaves when he gets famous, throwing the finger at as he goes. each time he comes back, they forgive him and bring him into the fold once more. and this is the payoff, to show that their patience and forgiveness and work has been worth it, because chang is a better person for it. not only can the study group see that, but chang can see that, just as he has finally been able to see from his betrayal and the group’s instant unspoken forgiveness only a few episodes earlier that they truly will support him for whoever he is, whatever he does. and that just gets me.

[waynes-multiverse]

Professor Dean, here I come!!! 🤓🎓😍

You finally got to see a play on Broadway, an excellent production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

Yes!!! Midsummer Night’s Dream is my favorite! Good choice 😁

Also, those descriptions of New York in the beginning drew me right in. The weed and piss got me, especially as someone living in a big city. It’s everywhere 🤣

A man saved you by grabbing hold of your arm and waist before you fell, bunching the fabric of your coat beneath his hand. You gasped when you stared up at a familiar face. A sharp jawline covered with stubble, just neat enough to be respectable; dark brows shaded over green eyes, trained on you; bowed lips pursed with confusion.

Gah, I love that she fell right into his arms! It’s always my favorite meeting for two characters 😝💕

You’d told him about it a month ago, after his lecture on fairy lore.

*snorts* God, what I wouldn’t give to hear Dean’s lecture on fairies 😂 (It’s my favorite comedic episode of SPN lol)

“Oh, incredible. That was the best Bottom I’ve ever seen.”

You’d heard some of the girls in your class whispering about it after class one day—a full-on engagement that fell apart two years ago.

Oh? Interesting. Wonder what happened there… 😏 And of course all the girls in class are talking about him. If he’d been my professor, I either would’ve been a straight A student and listened to every word that left his lips or I would’ve failed because I would’ve stared at him and daydreamed too hard to pay attention

That was another thing. He didn’t really talk like any professor you’d met in your life.

Man after my heart lmao

And I love how you characterized this AU Dean here because the professor profession is not easy to pull off for him if you’re leaning toward fancy university (I’ve always wanted to write a community college prof AU for him lol), but you still kept his essence alive in this one with the way he dresses more casually at school and speaks, and you can still see the “professor” part as well. Bravo, friend!! 👏

“I don’t want to be her, I just think she did so well at showing that vulnerability,” you explained. “There’s nothing worse than being in love with someone who doesn’t even see you, you know?”

He tilted his head, his amusement fading as he listened. You felt emboldened to continue your thought.

Is it just me or did he think of himself there because he’s already crushing on reader? 👀 (I mean obviously he is – he went to a Shakespeare play because she told him about it. That’s love lol)

You offered a polite thank you and went to take it back, but he held it out of reach at the last second, giving you a teasing smile.

“How about I put my number in first, so you can call me when you get home,” he said. “I’m Brady, by the way.”

How about I put a dent in your face and call the cops for harassment and stealing my fucking phone???? God, I hate people 🤬

But of course Brady’s an ass 😅

This was why you kind of hated the subway.

Same, girl. Too many weirdos and rude people 🙈

“Hmm. Is it like beginning stages, or...?”

Omfg, I snorted so loudly. I told you that story, right? 🤣🤣

But I love that Dean tried to let her handle it on her own before stepping in when the guy couldn’t take a fucking hint. Also bonus points for bringing her home too because I worried Brady would follow her and try something 😒

It was one of your many quirks, but only now did he realize how much he’d actually noticed about you.

Uh-huh… Only now you’re realizing this, Professor? 😝

He bounced a tennis ball against the wall, as was his habit. (Mostly because it bothered Benny, who had the office next to his.)

Typical 😂😂😂

“Well, there’s the famous Lysander line, ‘The course of true love never did run smooth,’” you said, “but that’s not even my favorite. That’s boring. That’s every rom-com ever, from Harry Met Sally to While You Were Sleeping, all the way to He’s Just Not that Into You, and Crazy, Stupid Love.”

This English major is geeking out throughout this entire exchange and nodding along 🤓 (Although I was surprised you’re calling rom-coms boring, my hopelessly romantic Alex 😜)

“Right? And what did he do? He dumped me the week before prom because he knew Ruby Summers would put out.”

Any relation to Buffy? What high school did she go to? Would explain all her interest in mythology 😂

Your mind seemed to be a hamster wheel on steroids, but he kind of liked that too.

Died at this description 🤣 Oh, he’s smitten, alright

In his mind’s eye, he could imagine them popping the buttons of his dress shirt, carving shaky lines of heat and pleasure across his skin.

Fuck. He bit the inside of his cheek hard to rid himself of that image, his jaw ticking in response. But another one just replaced it when his gaze met yours, half-lidded and shocked, but…contemplating.

Uh-oh. Professor Dean is wading into dangerous waters now… 😏

But no. Fucking no. He dismissed that thought as soon as it came. He was almost ten years older than you.

N’aww, but ten years isn’t so bad. Women are more mature anyways. I bet she’s even more mature than him lol

As in, forbidden fruit.

What did they all have in common? There was always a consequence for the taking and sampling part. The question was, is the price worth how good it tastes?

Omfg, I’m rolling my on the floor 🤣🤣🤣

And I always love Dean’s lack of self-awareness when he goes all “she doesn’t see me that way.” Like dude, have you never looked in a mirror or heard an audio recording of your voice?! 😆💚

Man, I can’t fucking wait for this little miniseries!!! 🤩 (I’d take a full one too, y’know? ^^) And please, gimme all the lit nerd references 🙏🤓🎓📚

10 'Til Midnight

Pairing: Professor!Dean Winchester x Student!Reader

Summary: A chance encounter outside of the classroom shifts the way you see your professor. Forever.

AN: Here’s a one-shot for @chevroletdean's 500 follower celebration! This also fulfills a request for one of my lovely Patreon members, @redhoodieone, who wanted to see AU Professor!Dean with a plus-sized student!reader. The reader is a graduate student (mid-20s) and Dean is in his 30s in this, so not really a wide age gap, but we’re still flirting with a gray area here lol.

Word Count: 4K

Tags/Warnings: graduate student!reader, plus-sized!reader, Shakespeare geekery, mythology and other nerdy classic lit. references, AU Brady sighting, sexual tension, mutual pining(?)

The ash cloud of exhaust rose up from the sidewalk steam grates. It infiltrated your nose as you hurried down a few well-worn concrete steps and into the bowels of the subway, a transition into deeper darkness.

To you, that acrid, mini plume of pollution was the smell of New York City; old cigarette buds and weed hash, fresh tequeños and hot dogs wafting from the open door of the bodega on the corner, mixed with a whiff of piss.

This was the city of broke creatives clinging to their fragile dreams with both hands, usually while the natives rolled their eyes. You were one of those shiny happy people with a dream and the battle-tested will to make it happen, especially tonight. You finally got to see a play on Broadway, an excellent production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

You replayed your favorite scenes in your mind like 1940s movie reel, except it was live in technicolor. An unconscious smile spread across your lips, but you had to hurry. Your train was about to leave in…

You checked the time on your phone—ten minutes to midnight—and compared it to the digital sign up ahead. Your eyes widened.

Shit! One minute?!

You had no choice but to try and run in your heels. That had you skidding to the open doors as they began to close, but you just managed to slip inside, albeit literally slipping with a yelp.

A man saved you by grabbing hold of your arm and waist before you fell, bunching the fabric of your coat beneath his hand. You gasped when you stared up at a familiar face. A sharp jawline covered with stubble, just neat enough to be respectable; dark brows shaded over green eyes, trained on you; bowed lips pursed with confusion.

“Professor?” you said, breathless and shocked.

He was just as baffled, but he finished helping you up as your name fell from his lips.

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded and thanked him for the save, still catching your breath.

“Here, sit down,” he said, gesturing to a couple of empty seats on the subway. You joined him in sitting, though you ignored the stare of the guy standing closest to you who was holding onto a rail. He wore jeans and dirty hipster Vans, a brown bomber jacket and a gray beanie. The stench of weed and cheap cologne clung to him.

And his gaze followed you until you sat down. Slightly unsettled, you were subtle in the way you angled yourself toward the man beside you.

Professor Dean Winchester.

He really was the last person you expected to see on your way home tonight. You still couldn’t believe you ran right into him!

But then, you noticed the playbill sticking out of his coat pocket (his coat looked more expensive, a dark charcoal gray with a high collar, and it suited him).

“Oh, you…you saw the play too?” you said in excitement, showing him your own playbill that you fished out of your purse. You’d told him about it a month ago, after his lecture on fairy lore. You thought he might enjoy a play that was all about the convergence between the fairy realm and the human realm.

He’d admitted that he’d never seen a Shakespeare play live, but he said he’d look into it. You didn’t think he was actually taking you seriously though.

“Uh, yeah, I did. I’ve never been a big Shakespeare guy, truth be told, but you hooked me,” he said. When he smiled, it made the corner of his eyes crinkle a little.

You couldn’t help but smile too every time you noticed that…even though it made your cheeks warm in a blush. He really had no business being this handsome. And the suit? All crisp and black, paired with a classic, off-white dress shirt and a black pinstripe tie.

Clearly he’d dressed for the occasion of going to the theater, because usually he was one of the chillest professors you knew. He showed up to class in jeans, boots, plain henleys and jackets, though never without his watch, a classic leather time piece with a silver watch face and bold black numbers. It was so vintage, you’d asked about it once when you met with him to talk about one of your essays on Native American burial practices. He’d told you that the watch belonged to his father, who passed away a few years ago now.

“So what’d you think?” you asked. “Weren’t the sets beautiful? It was so ominous and creepy in the ‘forest,’ and ethereal too, like the fairy realm part of it.”

He nodded, smiling slightly wider at your enthusiasm. “Yeah, was a good production. The actors were top-notch.”

“Oh, incredible. That was the best Bottom I’ve ever seen.” You paused, realizing what you said, and a nervous giggle tumbled out of your mouth. “Well, the character. Not the ass—donkey—whatever. You know what I mean.”

The man laughed, rich and deep and washing over you pleasantly, even though you half covered your face in embarrassment.

“Can’t argue with you there. The ass was hilarious,” he smirked.

Another giggle, and you flipped through the playbill again to distract yourself from looking at his ruggedly chiseled face. Why, oh why did he have to be so fucking attractive? And somehow he was still single. You’d heard some of the girls in your class whispering about it after class one day—a full-on engagement that fell apart two years ago.

“But really, the actors who played the couples in the love quadrangle were awesome,” you said. “Helena was my favorite.”

He raised his dark brows. “Really? The girl who gets shit on the most in the play?”

That was another thing. He didn’t really talk like any professor you’d met in your life. You let out a snort.

“I don’t want to be her, I just think she did so well at showing that vulnerability,” you explained. “There’s nothing worse than being in love with someone who doesn’t even see you, you know?”

He tilted his head, his amusement fading as he listened. You felt emboldened to continue your thought.

“In her mind, she’s probably thinking, ‘Well, even if he’s yelling at me, at least he’s acknowledging I exist,’” you said, “which is incredibly sad and isn’t giving Shakespeare many brownie points for feminism, but it’s a reality that some women go through.”

After a moment, he seemed to see your point with a nod of his head.

“That’s fair,” he said, arching a brow. “Though I gotta hope you don’t let any guy talk to you like that.”

You shook your head with a smile, but before you could answer him, your phone slipped off your lap and tumbled to the dirty subway floor. You twisted away so you could reach down and grab it, but you caught that whiff of cheap cologne again. Gray beanie guy let go of the rail and bent down to scoop up your phone before you could. You offered a polite thank you and went to take it back, but he held it out of reach at the last second, giving you a teasing smile.

“How about I put my number in first, so you can call me when you get home,” he said. “I’m Brady, by the way.”

That oh-so-gracious offer was followed by a glance down your dress. You sat up straighter, adjusting the collar of your coat back over your neckline with a weary huff.

“Ah, you know what, I’m good with just my phone…please.”

This was why you kind of hated the subway. You didn’t know when you were going to have to interact with a creep trying to steal your phone, shoot his shot, or look down your dress as a consolation prize.

You held out your hand expectantly, but still, “Brady” didn’t take the hint.

“Aw, what, you have a boyfriend or something?” he asked.

“Oh my God. Are you fucking serious?” You sighed and decided a white lie was best here. “Yes, I have a boyfriend. Now give me my phone, please.”

“Hmm. Is it like beginning stages, or...?”

“Jesus Christ, dude.”

“Hey, I’m just saying, maybe we can grab a bite to eat, theeen you know. If things are going well, we could take things back to your place,” he said, his brows popping with sleazy suggestion. He still held the phone away from your grasping hand in frustration.

“Hey,” a deep voice cut in. 

You hesitated, glancing back at Professor Winchester. He glared up at Brady with a stony look that you’d never seen on him before.

“Give her the damn phone,” said the professor. His tone boded no argument.

Still, Brady pushed his luck.

“What, you her boyfriend or something?”

The professor didn’t bother to answer the question, but he stood from his seat, his long coat draped down all six feet and change of him, broad shoulders and calm confidence. He stared down at the lankier, scruffier pothead. Then he held out his hand.

Brady shifted back on his heels, seeming to realize that he didn’t want this version of Midnight on the Orient Express—the kind that ended up on the 6 o’clock news the next morning. With a roll of his eyes, Brady dropped the phone into your professor’s hand, complete with a dickish quirk of his lips. Professor Winchester gestured at him to fuck off.

“Walk away,” he said.

To your astonishment, the Brady just tossed him a “fuck you, bro,” and went to the other end of the car. You stood up too, just as the subway pulled to a stop. Professor Winchester handed you the phone.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

“Is this your stop?” he asked, still glancing back with a suspicious eye at the asshole still glaring at your backs.

You nodded, biting your lip.

“Okay, come on,” the professor said. He laid a guiding hand on the small of your back and joined you in stepping out of the subway car. To your relief, Brady stayed on the train.

“Thank you,” you said again. “Really, you didn’t have to miss your exit for me.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Dean said, with a shake of his head. His frown was still in place just thinking of that fucking loser. “I’ll have better peace of mind knowing you got home safe.”  

Once you told him that your apartment was another few blocks away, he knew he was going to be walking you home. You told him you weren’t that new to the city, but in his mind, it still wasn’t a safe neighborhood for a young woman to be walking around by herself at this time of night.

He had no other motive than that, however…

He’d been pleasantly surprised to see you tonight. You were a flash of scarlet that tumbled into his arms, the scent of your floral perfume teasing his nose before he caught sight of that little dress clinging to your curvy form, ending just a couple inches above the knee. But you drew your wool coat closer to your body, hiding the tantalizing flash of red from view.

It was for the best, he thought, as he cleared his throat and tried to find something else to focus his eyes on while you two walked together. He couldn’t help but land on your face again, on your pretty painted lips.

A deep, full-bodied red.

It was a familiar shade. You’d worn it before, while chewing the end of a pen absently in concentration during one of his lectures on the difference between skinwalkers and shapeshifters—those long, pointed nails tapping a quiet rhythm against the plastic. It was one of your many quirks, but only now did he realize how much he’d actually noticed about you. If nothing else, he always knew he had your attention.

He also knew you were getting a master’s degree in English, and you were taking his class as an elective. You’d actually sought him out before the semester started to make sure you got a spot in his class.

“Sorry, sir, I know it’s early. I’ve just been trying since last year to get into this class, and I really wanted the chance to take it before I graduate this year.”

He’d shifted in his swivel chair with his jean-clad legs casually crossed. He bounced a tennis ball against the wall, as was his habit. (Mostly because it bothered Benny, who had the office next to his.)

The repetitive bounce really helped him to think sometimes; it was basically his version of a fidget spinner.

“You like mythology that much, huh?” Dean asked.

“Oh, yeah!” you said, as your eyes lit up. “I find it so fascinating how every culture in the world has their own stories that have still survived for thousands of years. Some of them even overlap. Like, maybe it’s technically a different creature, but they have the same name, just in another language. Or it’s the same creature, different backstory. It’s like any novel I’ve ever read—similar tropes, but the style, the packaging. That’s what becomes new and creative.”

Amusement tugged at Dean’s lips.

“Same candy, different wrapper, right?” he offered. His reward was your bright smile.

“Yeah, exactly.”

He’d approved your request without a second thought. Unlike 95% of the students who came and went through his classes, you weren’t just smart. You cared. You had a passion for this stuff…and it mirrored his own.

“So, uh, you liked that play, huh?” he asked. Wanted to rub his hand over his face right after. Smooth, Winchester.

But it succeeded in brightening your eyes again.

“Oh yeah. People tend to think of it as one of Shakespeare’s sillier plays, but it drops some interesting ideas about love, for example.” All while you spoke, you spun vivid gestures with your hands.

Dean’s remained in his coat pockets, but watching you made his smile deepen. He liked when you got like this, so animated and alive with your thoughts. It threatened to draw him out of his somewhat jaded shell.

“Oh, yeah? Like what?” he asked. Not because he really wanted to talk about what some sixteenth-century ye olde-y English douche thought about love, but because he wanted to hear you explain it.

You didn’t disappoint.

“Well, there’s the famous Lysander line, ‘The course of true love never did run smooth,’” you said, “but that’s not even my favorite. That’s boring. That’s every rom-com ever, from Harry Met Sally to While You Were Sleeping, all the way to He’s Just Not that Into You, and Crazy, Stupid Love.”

Dean had to interject. “You watch a lot of chick-flicks, don’t you?”

Your lips puckered, but the amusement in your eyes answered his question.

“Like I said, I think Helena is the most underrated tragic figure in the whole story. Yeah, she’s pretty much a doormat, following Demetrius around even though he claims he’s in love with her best friend. Even though he curses at her, threatens to kill her if she keeps annoying him, following him around like an abused puppy. We can agree, he’s like, the biggest asshole in existence, right?” you said.

“Oh, very much agree. You want some coffee?” Dean asked, pointing to a guy selling warm pretzels and drinks from his vendor cart on the side of the road. It had stopped snowing a few days ago, but the February air was still sharp and bitterly cold at this time of night. If only it were midsummer.

“Uh, you know what, I could go for some tea. Thank you,” you said. But you didn’t let that derail you from your thoughts on Shakespearean love. You were still waxing literary analysis while you dug into your purse to find your wallet, but by the time you got it out, Dean had already paid for both drinks and a large soft-baked pretzel.

Your brows furrowed. “Oh! I meant to pay for my part—”

“Don’t worry about it. Here, take half,” Dean said, and he shot you a smile while handing over your hot tea and half of his pretzel. He got your eyes to light up for a different reason as you took the treat. You thanked him with a sweeter smile.

Then you took a bite, and you kept talking.

“But then she says, ‘Love can transpose to form and dignity.’ It can make us act like idiots, right? I mean, back in high school I wrote my boyfriend’s essays for a whole year because I didn’t want him to fail English, and let’s face it, he could barely spell his own last name.”

“Yikes,” Dean chuckled. Sounded like a GED and a gas station job in that guy’s future.

“Right? And what did he do? He dumped me the week before prom because he knew Ruby Summers would put out.” You rolled your eyes, accepting Dean’s sympathies with a gracious nod and a dismissive hand wave. Still, he hoped all you’d given to that guy was your time.

"Well, the guy you're seeing now better be treating you right," he said.

You blinked, your brows furrowing a bit in confusion, until realization dawned on you.

"Oh, I don't have a boyfriend," you said with a small chuckle. "That's just what I tell pushy weirdos on subways."

Dean was tripped up for a second, but he eventually quirked a smile.

“So anyway, my favorite bar of the whole play is what Helena says in Act 1,” you said. “‘Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.’”

In that moment, Dean’s eyes were a little too captivated.

But you broke the spell.

You glanced ahead to continue along the crosswalk with him, taking another warm, soft bite of pretzel.

“And that’s why Cupid’s always painted like a blind baby…or something like that,” you said. You laughed a little, and you seemed to realize just how long you’d been yapping his ear off. You came to a stop at what he assumed was your apartment building, but you suddenly got quiet. Embarrassed.

“Sorry, once I open my mouth on this stuff, I can’t really stop unless someone stops me and tells me I’m literally killing them with words that don’t make sense.”

“You’re making a whole lotta sense to me,” Dean replied. And he realized that he meant it. He rubbed his chin in thought. “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. I like that.”

Your mind seemed to be a hamster wheel on steroids, but he kind of liked that too.

“Well, did you like the play?” you asked, smiling in embarrassment. “Sorry, can’t remember if I even asked you that yet.”

He laughed softly. Even if you had, he didn’t mind answering again.

“I like it more now, hearing you talk about it,” he said. But maybe that was too honest. He padded it with something more appropriate, as your instructor. “It makes sense, since you’re an English major, but your passion always comes through in your essays. I’m really glad you decided to take my class this semester.”

You demured further at the praise. “Oh, thank you. It really is my favorite class so far this year, but…that’s because you’re the one teaching it. You're really good at telling stories. You make them simple and easy to understand, even when we're talking about hell hounds and old ghost stories, or the uh, Oedipus complex, or something.”

Dean smiled in amusement, but it was his turn to be touched, even if it surprised him too. You were just so honest and free enough to speak your mind. It was refreshing.

“Well, thank you. Glad to hear at least one person’s getting something out of it,” he said, his smile warming for once.

You smiled too, looking at him through your lashes. “All right well, thanks again for walking me home. I’ll, um…see you on Monday-ayy!”

You stepped up onto the first stair leading up to your apartment and caught an icy patch with your red-bottomed heels. A gasp fell from your lips as your arms spun out to catch yourself on anything that could keep you from falling, and that happened to be Dean—specifically his coat, and then his biceps when he moved in fast to keep you upright.

He ended up gathering you into his arms while you clung to his coat. Your red nails bit into the dark fabric. In his mind’s eye, he could imagine them popping the buttons of his dress shirt, carving shaky lines of heat and pleasure across his skin.

Fuck. He bit the inside of his cheek hard to rid himself of that image, his jaw ticking in response. But another one just replaced it when his gaze met yours, half-lidded and shocked, but…contemplating.

Hot breaths mingled in between, puffing visibly on the cold air.

“God, I’m sorry!” you breathed.

“Don’t worry about it.” He cleared his throat past the slight roughness in his voice. “You all right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, um…Take Two,” you said, laughing weakly.

You aimed to let him go and continue on up the stairs by yourself, but Dean couldn’t stop himself from trying to help you. He held your elbow at least, with a hovering hand by your waist in case you slipped again. When you finally made it to the door, you paused and turned to look at him over your shoulder. Again, that look in your eyes said you were debating something in your mind.

“You okay?” he asked again.

You nodded. “Yeah, I just, um…you know what? Never mind. Uh, good night!”

Dean nodded, giving you a casual salute. He didn’t leave until you got in the building safely, but for his entire long walk home, your face wouldn’t leave his mind. That look of internal conflict, like you’d been weighing some kind of pros and cons. He had to wonder…

Had you been about to invite him up to your apartment?

But no. Fucking no. He dismissed that thought as soon as it came. He was almost ten years older than you.

Didn’t stop Catherine Zeta-Jones from hooking up with Michael Douglas. She’s barely pushing fifty while he’s halfway into Senior Depends.

Second problem. Career ending and reputation ruining and his own clock punch at the local 7/11—kind of a problem.

You were a student.

Grad student, came a whisper from the back of his mind.

In Greek mythology, the golden apples of Hesperides in Hera’s garden were guarded by a dragon. The Norse gods also believed in their own version of immortal golden apples, harvested by the goddess Idunn. Sounded a bit like Eden, right? As in, the Judeo-Christian Garden.

As in, forbidden fruit.

What did they all have in common? There was always a consequence for the taking and sampling part. The question was, is the price worth how good it tastes?

Remembering the feeling of your soft curves under his hands, Dean had a feeling it would be more than fucking worth it.

But he shook the thought from his head, his fingertips digging into the soft insides of his coat pockets.

He was your professor. That was where those thoughts should end.

You didn’t even see him that way…did you?

You shucked your heels off as soon as you got inside your apartment. You heaved a deep sigh and shed your purse, your coat, your earrings and necklace, which you set down on the nightstand in your bedroom. You sat on the edge of the bed and fell back onto the creaky mattress.

Your hands came to rest lightly over your stomach, a safe place, while you thought back to how Professor Winchester held you so tight. Secure. Gentlemanly.

How he looked at you, his green-eyed gaze falling to your lips, like he was contemplating the best way to close that distance, bowing his head those last few inches and…

You forcibly shook your head. He was your goddamn teacher.

It didn’t matter that he was probably the youngest faculty member on campus, and you were a twenty-five-year-old graduate student. Whether or not the man was “age appropriate,” he was still your professor. You couldn’t think about him like that.

And he absolutely didn’t look at you like that…

Did he?

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[waihtie]

Second last episode. You know these always get plot heavy

Season 3 Episode 15 - Time is On My Side

○ Bro just walked into a hospital holding his insides in

○ Dean torturing a demon to find out who holds his contract

"Your mother. She showed it to me right before I bent her over". I don't think Dean likes being on the other side of these comments lol

○ 3 weeks out. These boys are cutting it close (I had all the faith in the world that they'd save him. They couldn't just kill him, right)

○ Okay, this guy takes body parts from people because he's obsessed with living forever. That sounds very frankensteiny. But that happens in one of the later seasons. So what is this one? They do it twice?

○ Okay, that's disgusting. This guy definitely is frankensteining himself

○ Bobby called with the lead on Bela. So fighting ensues.

● Dean wants to go after her. Sam wants to finish this franken-case. Even if Bela doesn't have the Colt anymore, Dean doesn't want to just let her go. He's too pissed.

● Shit, Sam wants to stay bc he wants to see if this whole immortality thing would work on Dean. Bad idea.

○ They're gonna split up. Even worse idea.

○ Rufus is a grumpy old man. I love it.

● Dean charming him with scotch 🩷

○ This lol:

○ Sam can carry me out like that

○ Dean shooting right beside Bela's head. Hot. Desperate.

○ Dean let Bela go. Another bad idea. She's in contact with someone.

○ Ew, Dr. Creepy-Franky is going after Sam's eyes. While he's alive and conscious. Nearly scooped them right out

● Dean coming in at the last second, of course

○ 7th time Sam has been tied up this season (Dean's still at 2). Sam makes quite the victim.

○ Couldn't kill Dr. Immortal, so they buried him alive. Rough.

○ Woah, Bela was ready to straight up kill the boys in their sleep. She must be real desperate too.

● Damn. Her time is up on a demon deal too. No wonder she's so desperate.

○ RIP Bela. She was a fun character.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 272

Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell/Smile

“Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell”

Plot Description: The Winchesters must unravel a complicated case of a demonic deal one wrong when an invisible hellhound claims a soul at a campsite

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: yes because I wouldn’t be camping. Too many people on supernatural die while camping for me to ever go

Aw man, they were (maybe) gonna get engaged

Deeeeeean being interested and still grossed out in how many monster parts are…all over him

Why is Sam’s……….Sam named his monster hunting algorithm Frodo. That’s so unbelievably cute. Sam has a Frodo he takes along to defeat evil 🥹

What….what is Cas even investigating?? I forgot that this came out before last year for a second and I really thought this guy believed the queen was killed by aliens and not that she was one

I hate this restaurant owner. Even Castiel can see through his bullshit

Unfortunately, there IS something, but it’s not aliens, it’s angels and demons

Literally though, I am ON Crowley’s side but in the way I’m terrified for him. He’s been so much about self preservation this WHOLE TIME, why would you fuck up and do to Lucifer what he did to you?? Are you out of your goddamn mind?? He is AWFULLY sure of himself and i don’t think he should be

Has he been spending ALL his time taunting Lucifer instead of his Hell responsibilities??

I get so tickled when normal ass people get dragged into conversations they shouldn’t around the Winchesters. This woman doesn’t NEED to know the whole backstory of the hellhound that tried to kill her straight from Crowley’s mouth, but she’s getting it and she’s taking it surprisingly well

Omg did these demons double cross Crowley and purposely let out the hellhound that’s only loyal to Lucifer?? It’s really that simple? Look, I love Crowley as a character but the simplicity of Lucifer’s plans is so fucking good

Ok nope, they did this on their own (probably…maybe?). They planned all that out of loyalty to Lucifer, but Lucifer had nothing to do with it (maybe). Crowley really needs to get his house in order

Do you really WANT to be back under Heaven’s thumb, Cas?? You know better…you know who your family is.

Lucifer is gonna kill these demons IMMEDIATELY after getting freed. He doesn’t have the bureaucratic heart Crowley does….he doesn’t care about the deal he just made. HE’S THE ACTUAL FUCKING DEVIL FROM THE BIBLE

I get it, girl. I, too, would like to give Crowley a hug. He’s gonna need it

Sorry not sorry for loving characters that sit like this, especially on a throne

Oh holy shit. How…how did Crowley turn off Lucifer’s ARCHANGEL POWERS?!?! How’s he absolutely kicking Lucifer’s entire ass? I’m not attracted to Crowley but this is doing something for me. So much for Crowley getting soft over the years

I know that name from Good Omens! Dagon was not as powerful in that…

Castiel. I can’t believe you’re going back to heaven…

SAMUEL I-DONT-KNOW-YOUR-MIDDLE-NAME WINCHESTER!!! I don’t know how I didn’t see it. I’m feeling a little dumb that I got fooled. To be fair, there was a lot that went on between when I watched yesterday’s episode and now. Of course “Frodo” is actually the BMoL. I’m so mad at him and me

Oh Dean. Dean. Deeeeeeeeean…you shouldn’t have had to find out this way. More people need to be honest with him forever and always. How can you look at his betrayed face and ever want to see that again??

He’s taking it way better than I expected. Is it practice? From feeling betrayed so often? And so recently? He’s still hurt though….

"Smile"

Plot Description: The Doctor takes Bill to a spectacular city--but where are the colonists?

Ahaha! I've wised up since last time! Now, WHY does my tv like to occasionally not show the video and only give me the audio? I don't know, but at least now I know better than to think they're gonna serve me up a blank screen for ten minutes.

As a mode of transportation, the TARDIS is a funny thing. It CAN take you anywhere, but hearing that you don't steer it, you negotiate with it...maybe I've been a driver too long. Even though driving is basically second nature, hearing about having to actually negotiate with your mode of transportation....like....we haven't had to do that since horses.

Why...why is the Doctor not supposed to go off-world? Like, I'm glad we're finally finding a balance between the Moffat- and RTD-esque seasons, but I do want to know now, please and thank you. Also, why doesn't Nardole like Bill?? Bill's great!!!!

Oh...I don't like this place they're going. It is literal toxic positivity central. If you get too sad you get basically vaporized??? Boooooo

Oh good, the explanation (so far) is he did a thing, something happened, he made an oath to not leave Earth. Thanks, Doctor.

I know there's a difference between hieroglyphs and memes and emojis when it comes to communication, but i do love that a form of picture communication has survived millions of years onto humanity's first colony. Did it have to be emojis though?

Omg, the little emoji badge the Doctor has and it's puzzled face is adorable. However...the reasoning behind it is less cute. Oh, when he said skeleton crew...he...he meant the crew sent here to set everything up has been turned to skeletons

I doubt you'll be safe outside of the city precisely because you said you would be. However, in the TARDIS seems pretty safe.

It's so funny that this "have to appear happy" story was given to Twelve. The only one who could possibly also have such a funny time doing this is Nine. Ten and Eleven could appear genuinely happy at any moment if they needed. Twelve needs to convince these robots, and he still doesn't SOUND happy

Billllllll, don't let the TARDIS hear you call this a proper spaceshippp please. I like you too much

Actually, Bill, I'm so sorry I said that to you. This is like a Star Wars spaceship...the interior makes no sense and OSHA would have a FIT if they could see the lack of railings on these bridges. You were right

Someone, anyone, George Lucas, explain to me why very important technology is always kept in the middle of four walkways over the gaping maw you’re generously calling a room and there are no railings, pleasenowtellmeyes?

Coolcoolcool. All the work the Doctor did just now is for nought and he may have egregiously fucked up…I KNOW they’ll save humanity, they always do, but HOW? Yeah. So he was TRYING to blow up this whole city…….until the people who were cryogenically frozen started waking up.

Oh. Fun. I mean, it does make a certain amount of sense that these robots would start to learn and expand their knowledge, wrong as it may be, that grief is the enemy of happiness and that to eradicate anything that doesn’t bring happiness, you actually have to kill the very people you’re there to help keep alive…which just causes more and more grief. Yikes

Don’t vaporize the kidddddddddddddd. Please don’t do that

Ok ok ok. You hit the reset button, you turned it off and turned it on again, you wiped the robots’ memories, but did you disable the function that allowed them to do what they did? Did you keep them from killing everyone again somewhere down the line??

What a weird solution. Like, sure, the Vardi (spelling optional) became sentient and are therefore pseudo-indigenous to this planet (brought here not sentient, gained sentience while here), but to then make them basically the humans’ landlords and potentially force the human race to only exhibit ‘positive’ emotions for the rest of their time on this planet is A WEIRD SOLUTION, DOCTOR

[oldtvandcomics]

The mess that the Supernatural writers managed to create is one of the most fascinating things I have EVER seen in television.

The way that they made the end of the show all about fictional characters trying to break free, but kept aggressively shoving them back into their boxes until they broke them. The amazing tonal difference between the written word of the story and the way the story was being told, the way it feels like the latter is trying to kill the former.

The way they introduced Cas as a literal Deus Ex Machina to solve the problems caused by the writers' strike in 2007, and then he refused to leave the story to the point of completely changing the tone of the whole thing. Fictional characters aren't supposed to have free will, but Cas is getting shockingly close.

The way they kept dropping little hints and making little jokes for twelve years, until there was only one way to wrap up the story of those two characters.

The way they still backtracked the last possible second, not letting Dean reciprocate verbally, but still having to kill him because there was no way he could get a happy ending.

The way they also axed their canon and perfectly well-functioning straight pairing, because... I still don't quite know why they did that.

The way that they acted around it after the fact, the lack of goodbye tweets after Misha Collins' last episode, the translator thing, the way that there still seemed to be Discourse about the way that scene is supposed to be read (like COME ON!)....

Idk. It's a horrible mess, but also a very fascinating one.

i still can’t believe after all these years that the supernatural writers managed to screw up so badly and in such specific ways that they accidentally made the whole show about being queer. like. cas invents free will in season 4. he goes against god. you guys aren’t supposed to be there. you’re not in this story! you know what every other version of you did? what you were told. he rebels against heaven and defies god-the-father and he does it because he’s gay and he needs to act on it. and none of it was on purpose

[wif-san]

The hellers are insulting the writers/set designers/etc. more than they know

Now, some writers are pandering assholes, and some are shit as showrunners, but that doesn’t mean that what the hellers are implying about the lot of them isn’t insulting.

What am I talking about you ask? Well, you know how hellers like to use all sorts of homophobic/biphobic/toxic masculinity stereotypes to prove that Dean is bi? Well, by claiming that those were purposely put in the show to intentionally prove Dean’s bi-ness, they are therefore claiming that the writers, set designers, and whoever else (including the gay writer who created Max Banes) also buy into and support those stereotypes too.

So, ultimately, in reality, the hellers have never claimed that the writers, set designers, and whoever else were not homophobic/biphobic bigots. The only real difference is whether or not the hellers claimed them to be in support of their ship or not, and how they behaved in response.

Thus, the hellers claims of canon bi Dean and their proof is not only a reflection of themselves, but also of how they think about the writers, set designers, etc.

[nancylou444]

noxbait replied to your post “marvel-and-moor reply to this post: hi if you don’t like the idea of...”

Visited by Dabb in a dream? 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 and they want YOU to check your facts? Bahahahahahahahaha! I can’t....I just can’t even.........: 🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️🤣🤣🤣

Yeah Dabb is visiting THAT lunatic to talk about how BI Dean is. And we are supposed to accept that foolishness as ‘fact’. 

[wif-san]

A simple post on why Dean Winchester isn’t bisexual

I know there’s already a number of these out there, but a tumblr post I just saw got me thinking, so here it is; Firstly, being bisexual means being attracted to both sexes, so:

- I can provide at least 10 pics/gifs of Dean (willingly) kissing women, but where are the ones of Dean kissing guys? And yes some people will say you don’t need to have that to be canon, ergo it can be super subtle, but 1) supernatural isn’t that subtle, and 2) leads into my next point.

- while we don’t need to have onscreen kisses (or sex) to establish a character’s sexuality, there needs to at least be a CLEAR mention of something like that, some sort of CLEAR indication that said character DOES swing that way, even IF they’re in the closet (which Dean is not). Take Magnus Bane from Shadowhunters for example, he only has onscreen kisses (and sex) with men, just Alec Lightwood to be precise, but it is clearly communicated that Magnus had previously had a romantic/sexual relationship with a woman, whereas Dean has never mentioned kissing, nor having any sort of sexual (or romantic for that matter) encounter with a man, ever.

- It doesn’t matter if we’re talking “in the closet” or not, and even if Dean wasn’t willing to have even discreet hook-ups with men, we’d still see him secretly indulge in some way, like privately perusing gay porn, yet, not only are there no secret hook-ups, there’s no secret indulgences of any kind, not even his porn preferences (which we have seen) reflect anything other than a straight dude, as he’s only ever watched either straight porn, or woman on woman. (Quickly addressing Sam comment about Dean being “strictly into Dick”, it had nothing to do with porn, but it was Sam teasing Dean, as brothers do, about his then-obsession with Dick Roman, out of wanting revenge for Bobby’s death.) - supernatural could have been written, FROM THE GET-GO, with Dean being bisexual, and hooking up with both men and women for one-night-stands, BUT Kripke wanted this SPECIFIC dynamic between TWO STRAIGHT dudes (Sam and Dean), and while the current show runners and writers might be willing to pander and give some gratuitous representation, none of them are incompetent enough to actually rewrite any character’s ESTABLISHED sexuality. Not to mention that that’s not how sexual orientation works even in fictional stories, unless you, yourself are writing a story set in a universe where people’s sexual orientations CAN just change or change at all.

One last little note for the hellers, you can absolutely fantasize and imagine whatever you want, and you can interpret what you want, and you can head-canon whatever you want (the difference between head-canons and fantasy being that head-canons are canon-compliant and fantasies need not be) but your interpretation ONLY changes how YOU VIEW canon, it doesn’t actually change the canon itself.

[nancylou444]

Put this shit in the ‘supernatural’ and ‘dean winchester’ tags and don’t bitch about the remarks you get.

DEAN WINCHESTER IS NOT BISEXUAL. 

Regardless of what YOU and that anon think/headcanon/meta.

Dean has NEVER showed any interest in kissing/fucking A MAN.

I find it extremely funny that Dean Winchester and Diego Hargreeves are you favourite characters from each show, two disaster bisexuals

mayhaps i have a type

[nancylou444]

Have you noticed the posts that insist DEAN IS BI are always tagged destie1, never 'wincest'.

Just saying.

Also, this is the only post TAGGED supernatural on this idiot's blog. Another fool looking for attention.