#uncle!dean

[inkandpaperqwerty]

Just updated Sparkling Eyes and Cigarette Burns, which you can find on AO3 and fanfiction.net! If you're a fan of found family and a good, confusing, gut-wrenching mix of angst and fluff, this is the story for you! It starts with Bright Smiles and Bloody Lips, wherein Sam adopts (read: kidnaps) a young boy from a group home after saving him from a monster. Sparkling Eyes and Cigarette Burns follows their Season 5 adventures.

Also, for those already following the story, now that the MoL Bunker is involved, please tell me what you'd like to see! I've already made quite a few modifications to the bunker we know, so shoot some ideas my way!

Thanks so much for supporting me!

[thevioletcaptain]

y'know, the different factions of spn fandom on tumblr do fundamentally and vehemently disagree with each other about a lot of things, and many of the factions actively hate one another, but i just want to say for the record that i appreciate the fact that this site is not overrun with painfully hetero facebook fans. i just saw someone over there saying with their whole chest that they fully expected the finale to have dean meeting jo harvelle in heaven and them getting afterlife married, and someone else angrily responded that this was obviously never going to happen because clearly dean was still in love with lisa braeden who would therefore be his finale bride (i guess this person expected her to die in the finale somehow?), and then someone ELSE responded that they wouldn't want to see either of those things happen because they like to pretend dean is their boyfriend and it would feel like cheating(!!!!) if he ended up with one of them and they'd never be able to fantasize about him anymore. and all of these comments had over a dozen people agreeing with them.

[beebox-illustrations]

Have you thought about Emma Winchester recently? You know, Deans amazon warrior daughter from season 7? No? Sorry then. Still immeasurably infuriating me.

Anyway, Happy Father’s Day 🥲 from her and the dozens of kids Dean adopted along the way

Have a nice week 🐝🌻

[roachingurcoach]

okay I don't really know how to frame this. but like. funniest way to confirm Dean is Ben's dad is

20 year-old Ben takes a genetics test for fun or whatever, and the results he gets back are just batshit insane. it's like. oh hey. my biological father is a known serial killer who's still on the FBI's most wanted list and has been found or thought dead multiple times. and my uncle. and my grandfather. and my grandmother. and my--

[pinkocowboy]

here we have the brown widow and dean, lol. the azaleas are for uncle vatred !! the doodles were fun, too.

based off of this deleted scene. please give it a watch ! 😤

[lukas-dusk]

Jack : The floor's lava!

Castiel : *helping Dean onto the table*

Gabriel : *kicks Sam off the sofa*

Charlie : There are two types of boyfriends.

[starlightseraph]

three men i would feel completely safe with:

[eringobragh420]

This list is open for ALL the wrestlers on the list of who I write for, which can be found here. If you want someone not listed, go ahead and send an ask because I might have just forgot them. REQUESTS CLOSED. ❎ already requested KINKS UNDER THE CUT

🎀 ANAL 🎀 STRAP ON 🎀 CNC (consensual nonconsensual) 🎀 PREGNANCY 🎀 A/B/O DYNAMICS 🎀 SLAVERY (willing) ❎ DADDY KINK (Bron Breakker x f!Reader) 🎀 COCK WORSHIP 🎀 BITING 🎀 STRIPTEASE ❎ CHEATING (Roman Reigns x f!Reader) 💎 MUSCLE WORSHIP (Gunther x f!Reader 18+) ❎ BEGGING (Jon Moxley x f!Reader) 🎀 SPANKING 🎀 HIGH/DRUNK SEX ❎ DACRYPHILIA (Jon Moxley x f!Reader - author pick) 🎀 CAR SEX 🎀 VIRGINITY 🎀 VOYEURISM 🎀 TATTOOS ❎ BRAT-TAMING (Jey Uso x plus size!f!Reader) 🎀 TIED-UP/RESTRAINED 🎀 POWER IMBALANCE 🎀 DEGRADATION 🎀 SPITTING 🎀 PRAISE 🎀 IMPACT PLAY ❎ DUMBIFICATION (dom!Rhea Ripley x sub!Tiffany Stratton) 🎀 KEEPING QUIET 🎀 CUCKOLDING 🎀 SIZE KINK 🎀 FACE-SITTING 🎀 ON SOMEONE ELSE'S BED 🎀 FINGERING/HANDJOB AT FAMILY GATHERING ❎ CHURCH (Jey Uso x f!Reader) 🎀 BDSM 🎀 SIR KINK 🎀 FACIALS 🎀 FIGHT SEX 🎀 BLACKMAIL 🎀 AGE GAP/PLAY (always over 18, probably over 21) 🎀 HAIR-PULLING ❎ ACAROPHILIA (Seth Rollins x f!Reader) ❎ PANTY-SNIFFING (Dexter Lumis x f!Reader) 🎀 PARTNER SWAP 🎀 VICARPHILIA (arousal from someone else's experience) 🎀 PET PLAY 🎀 TITTY-FUCK 🎀 CORRUPTION ❎ REQUESTER'S CHOICE (brat-taming Damian Priest x f!Reader)

[nobodymitskigabriel]

I've said it before and I'll say it again: Gabriel should have lived and become Jack's favorite uncle

[enchantzz]

I tried something new. Writing a Middle Earth story about young Fili and Kili and Uncle Thorin. I was inspired by this amazing piece of art by @sugarsu Here is the link to the original post. If you like the artwork, please consider reblogging the original post as well.

In the woods of Ered Luin

Summary: Uncle Thorin is taking care of young Fili and Kili and they visit the woods in the area of Ered Luin, The Blue Mountains. Just a lot of fluff and a somewhat anxious Thorin at times, but we all know the boys, so we can't really blame him 😉

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It was still early, but Fili and Kili had already been running around since their eyes had opened to a beautiful day in Ered Luin. Dis and Thorin were sitting at the kitchen table, quietly drinking their coffee and listening to the chatter and laughter of the boys. Thorin usually didn’t have a lot of time, so he valued these family moments very much.

Thorin had offered to spend the day with his little nephews. His dear sister Dis had gratefully accepted the offer and looked forward to having some time to herself. But as soon as Thorin had offered to take the boys, next to excitement a little pang of fear hit him. What mayhem would he encounter this fine day? Nothing ever did not happen, something always did.

Thorin mustered up his courage and got up to fetch the boys. When he saw a heap of pebbles, blankets, pillows and a cat on top of it, he wondered what had happened in the few minutes he had taken his eyes off of them. Shaking his head, he said, 'Come on boys, get your coats, put on your boots.’

The heap of blankets, pillows, pebbles and cat immediately came apart and two pairs of eyes looked at him questioningly. 'Where are we going uncle Thorin?' they asked. 

“You’ll see. Now come on, get ready,’ he told them.

Not long after, they entered the forest near the Blue Mountains. It was a beautiful day so far, but the big furry clouds in the distance promised some well deserved rain for the plants and wildlife in the forest. The leaves were softly rustling in the breeze, birds were chirping and singing, insects buzzing. The forest was so full of life, yet so peaceful. 

Kili was jumping and running around. There was so much to see. Flowers, plants, little rocks, insects. Thorin smiled. That boy never seemed to run out of energy. Fili was usually much more reserved and quiet. He was walking alongside Thorin, observing the woods, asking him all kinds of questions and Thorin was answering them patiently.

‘What animals will we see today uncle Thorin?’ Fili asked. ‘Will there be moose? And wolves? What about bunnies? Oh look, uncle Thorin, what kind of bird is that?’ his little fingers pointing at a bird with a bright red chest, singing its morning song on one the branches of a big oak tree.

Thorin cringed at the idea of encountering a wolf and the pebbles being in danger, but he didn’t have a lot of time to think about it, for Kili came running up to him. 

‘Look uncle Thorin, look what I have!’ he exclaimed enthusiastically. He was holding something in his tiny hands, careful not to drop it. Thorin crouched down. ‘What have you got there little man?’ 

Kili opened his little hands and a black spider crawled out. ‘You can have it uncle Thorin,’ he said proudly and with a big grin on his face. ‘I fetched it for you.’

Oh dear, how to get himself out of that situation.

‘I think the spider is …,’ he started

‘Ciaran’,  Kili said.

‘What?’ Thorin looked at Kili, confused.

‘It’s name is Ciaran,’ Kili explained.

Thorin raised his eyebrows at that and scratched his beard. Wow, he had only just found the spider and it already had a name as if it were part of the family and needed to be taken up in the Durin family tree.

The new addition to the line of Durin was quickly forgotten though, when a rustle of leaves alerted Thorin and he looked in the direction of the sound. The word ‘wolves’ still fresh in his mind, he grabbed Kili and told him to be quiet. He checked on Fili, who was crouching down beside Thorin, imitating his uncle and all three of them looked in the direction of the moving bushes nearby.

A little spooked by Fili’s question about wolves, Thorin wished that he had brought his sword. He held his breath, but he sighed with relief when a deer and a fawn appeared and not a big bad wolf. 

‘Oh look uncle Thorin,’ Kili pointed at the fawn, ‘A baby deer! Can we go pet it?’ he asked excitedly.

‘No, Kili,’ Thorin said, ‘They are erm … having breakfast. It’s best to leave them be.’ 

Kili sighed disappointedly and Thorin chuckled.

‘Come on boys, let’s go about our way. There is a stream not far from here.’ 

That also got Fili excited and both pebbles ran ahead, their chatter and laughter echoing between the trees. It warmed Thorin 's heart to see them so excited and happy. With a smile on his face, he followed his nephews in the direction of the stream. 

The clouds, which had seemed so far away at the start of their walk, now gathered above them, hiding the sun and making the forest a little darker. Drops of rain started to fall and the calming sound of the raindrops falling on the foliage and the fresh smell of wet earth had a calming effect on Thorin. All anxiety about wolves forgotten. 

He loved the woods, the sounds, the smells. He filled his lungs with a deep breath of fresh air and for a moment closed his eyes and held his face up to the sky, the fresh rain drops gently falling on his face, his beard and his long, dark hair, which was held back with a beautiful handcrafted clip in the form of a raven. 

He stood there, enjoying the moment, but then, at once, snapped back to reality. It had gone quiet. Even though shouting and noise usually didn’t mean anything good when the boys were concerned, neither did absolute silence. He quickened his pace and almost tripped over a boot and another one and another. He followed the trail of boots, picking them up. Apparently, the boys had decided that they no longer needed those. 

He approached the stream and saw Fili crouched down, his blue cape over his head and his chin resting in the palm of his hand.  Kili was perched on his hands and knees on a flat stone in the stream.  They were studying a black bird which was hopping from stone to stone in the stream. The bird paused, sat on a stone and curiously turned its head from side to side, seemingly as curious as the boys. It was altogether a peaceful sight, the dripping sound of the raindrops making little circles in the water, the gently flowing stream, and the boys watching the bird, watching the boys.

Thorin crouched down next to Fili and put his big hand on Fili’s tiny shoulder. So that’s why the little rascals had gone quiet, he thought and smiled.

‘Can we keep him uncle?' Kili asked, breaking the silence. ‘Can we take him home so that we can show him to amad?’

‘No my dear boy, your mother wouldn’t be very happy if you took a bird home. It lives here, in the forest, you know. This is its home.  Everyone and everything has its own place in this world and the woods is where the bird belongs. It would be sad if it had to leave his home. You don’t want it to be sad, do you?’

Thorin heard himself say the words and for a moment sadness hit him. His thoughts went to Erebor, his home, where he belonged and which he had been forced to leave and for which he longed with all his heart. One day, he would return to the Lonely Mountain. He was sure of it.

He didn’t have long to think about it, because a frog hopped out of the water, onto the stone chasing off the bird. 

Kili giggled and reached for the frog. ‘Can we take …’ he started.

‘No, Kili, we can’t take the frog home either,’ Thorin said sternly, but he had a hard time keeping a straight face. Kili seemed to want to take home every animal and insect he encountered. Thorin was sure that Dis wouldn’t appreciate a zoo in her home. 

After a moment, Thorin got up and said, ‘Come on boys, put your boots back on. Let’s go see if amad has something nice to fill your bellies ok? You must be hungry after all these adventures.’ 

With that, the frog was all about forgotten, the boys hurried to put their boots on and off they went with Thorin in tow. Thorin was quietly enjoying the walk back home, while Kili and Fili chased after butterflies, found treasures - read 'stones' - along the way, chased each other and left Thorin wondering if he, Frerin and Dis had ever had the same amount of energy as these two boys. 

The rain had stopped, the sun had broken through the clouds, its rays illuminating the way home and he couldn’t have been more relaxed.

By the time they got home, Thorin was quite proud of himself that so far, the day had passed without any incidents and mayhem under his supervision. He was grateful for the family time, but also, deep down, grateful to be handing them back over to their mother, his dear sister, whom he admired more and more, every time he looked after the boys.  But also deep down, he longed for another day with his nephews, whom he loved as if they were his own sons.

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[inkandpaperqwerty]

Weekly Update

Not much got done in the way of original works, but I made some pretty big strides with my fanfiction this week! 

On Wednesday, I posted Clear the Static, a voicemail fix-it oneshot for Supernatural, and it got 30+ kudos on AO3 in less than 24 hours, which was very exciting! Suicide is a topic that is discussed in the story, so if that’s a trigger for you, I would not read this story. However, I am working on getting together a story about Depressed!Sam that does not have any suicidal ideation in it. 

I wrote two chapters of Awesome Mix Vol. 1, and that means there’s only three chapters to go. I think I’m going to post the first chapter on Wednesday, 02/28/2024 and have that be the next story I post regularly. For those wondering, it’s a Guardians of the Galaxy collection of stories following Peter’s life growing up with the Ravagers.

I finished the next chapter of Sparkling Eyes and Cigarette Burns, but it’s going to need some serious editing. Still, it should be posted within the next couple of weeks. If you like Dad!Sam and Uncle!Dean, then the series Bright Smiles and Bloody Lips is for you! Check it out!

Sometime in the near future, I’d like to post another list like the one I previously put on my website detailing some stories that I’m working on but haven’t posted yet, just to get a little feedback on what you guys are looking forward to.

Thanks for reading!

[angelsdean]

people will say stupid things abt dean winchester everyday. the good thing is we can just say "that's dumb" and keep on being so good and sexy at media literacy. and loving dean winchester.

[zer0expektation]

I genuinely think one of the best things to come out of the Amara plot was her becoming Crowley's little spoiled and rebellious daughter

[thepagemistress]

Dean was panicking.

He stood outside the bunker's kitchen, frozen. And he was panicking.

"Dean?"

He was already frantically shushing the new arrival and dragging them down the corridor before he even had time to process who had snuck up on him.

A frown dug into Cas's brow. "What's wrong?"

"I've fucked up." As Cas's frown deepened, Dean barrelled on. "I mean, it's not a new fuck up. It's- I've known. We all know. But I thought it was getting better. I thought I was doing better. I've been trying, man, you gotta know that."

Cas's hands landed on Dean's shoulders, effectively bottlenecking any more words from spewing out.

"From the beginning, Dean."

Letting out a gust of breath, Dean reordered his thoughts. "Overheard Jack and Claire in the kitchen. Planning some kind of sibling date, I dunno, didn't catch the details." A fond look passed across Cas's face but he didn't interrupt. Didn't move his hands either and it helped ground Dean a little more. "He said he'd have to ask us for permission. 'Dad, Dean and Uncle Sam.'

Cas waited. Dean waited. Cas tilted his head in confusion. "You're concerned about him asking permission?"

"Wha- no? No, it's- I mean, unless he was talking about asking the good ol' US of A, he called Sam 'uncle'." Judging from Cas's blank expression, he still wasn't getting it. "Dad," he said, pointing to Cas. "Uncle," hooking a thumb in the direction of Sam's room. "Dean," waving a hand at himself.

"You are upset at the lack of familial language," Cas said, putting the pieces together.

"And I get it! I mean, fuck. I know I screwed up with him, I got a lot of shit to make up for but I thought...You know, I thought we were getting better. That we were still family. Thought I could at least get an uncle," he said with a humourless chuckle. "But I'm still just Dean."

"Dean..."

"I thought it'd be confusing to call you Dad too."

Dean practically jumped out of his skin at the voice behind him, spinning around to see Jack and Claire having joined their conversation.

It took a moment for Jack's words to fully compute.

"What?"

"I mean, we never talked about it, I didn't want to presume," Jack said, eyes wide and earnest.

Dean was feeling a bit light-headed.

"Yeah, OK. What? I mean, great! Yeah. I mean, Dean's good, for now. Calling me and Cas 'dad' might give the wrong idea, you know?"

Jack tilted his head in that all too familiar way. "No? In what way?"

Dean scoffed, feeling sheepish. "You know...Like me and Cas are..."

Jack continued to look confused.

Cas's face was as unreadable as a brick wall.

Claire was smirking at him.

Dean was panicking.

[clickbaitcowboy]

Nothing like some good ol’ family bonding! (Repaint of this painting from year)