#whinchester

[fashionbooksmilano]

WINCHESTER myth, legend, jeans

Concept and creative direction Giacomo Pezzucchi, Texts by Nanni Reagan

Published by G.P. Studio, 1990, 60 pages, 24,5x31,5cm, hardcover, english, spanish, french, german language

euro 50,00

email if you want to buy booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

Oversize hardcover book promoting an Italian jeans company

The company producing WINCHESTER the original jeans made this book for whoever likes myths, legend and jeans

James Dean and Liz Taylor, Tom Mix, Gary Cooper, John Wayne, Montgomery Clift, Marlon Brando, Yvonne de Carlo, Barbara Stanwyck, Paul Newman, Marilyn Monroe, Roy Rogers and Trigger, Ronald Reagan & Jane Wyman, Robert Mitchum, etc.

16/03/24

[ariesmar7]

🙃🖤

I mean……

[whincorp]

For years, Winchester Corporate Powerhouse has been a market leader in the immigration industry, particularly Caribbean Citizenship by Investment programs, European Residency [Golden Visa Programs] investor program, and the North America Residency and Citizenship programs like Canada Investor Visa and US EB5 Green Card Program.

[willowsages-blog]

the charming man: Dean Winchester x female reader

Warnings: demon Dean x innocent female reader

“It’s not going to fit.” You say warily.

“We both know that’s not true.”

Dean's sitting in front of you, hand lazily moving up and down. You raise an eyebrow.

“Are you forgetting you took my virginity like only a week ago?”

He smirks at that, hand movements speeding up slightly.

Dean has spent the past week fucking you, spending all his free time trying to get you in bed with him. He seemed to be insatiable, having had a taste of you and not wanting to let go.

You were brushing your teeth one evening when he comes up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist.

You smile around your toothbrush, always welcoming the presence of your boyfriend. You had just figured this was his typical clinginess, wanting to be beside you every minute he can until you fully take him in through the mirror, noticing his appearance was different.

His hair was tousled as if he’s been running his hands through it for the past couple of minutes, and he was already planting sloppy kisses along your neck, trailing from your collarbone upwards.

He’s suddenly murmuring into your ear, “Wanna see you on top of me, angel.”

Everything you two had done for the most part has been pretty standard, missionary every night and alternating sloppy head in the morning.

You hadn’t ventured too far into the sex world, and now that he was bringing new positions up, nerves were starting to ignite in your stomach.

“ I, I don’t know how.” You admit, knowing that that was already obvious to him. However, you were still caught up in wanting to impress him and make every new experience for you even better for his years of experience.

“Don’t care, I’ll show you.” He mumbles, still focused on marking up your neck, moving on to another side when he gets bored of the other.

Which is how you found yourself standing in front of him, you still in bra and underwear as he’s completely naked.

He’s stroking himself, watching you like you're his own personal playboy, and you can’t help but clench your thighs at the imagery.

“C’mere.” Dean grabs your waist, pulling you, so you’re directly on top of his upper thighs. You squirm slightly, and Dean can feel you dripping onto his leg.

“Why don’t you want to?” He’s not teasing you, just simply wanting to understand your boundaries and ease any nerves.

“Are you forgetting the part about you being too big?” You roll your eyes.

While he had been able to bottom out since the first time, it still was a stretch, and he had to prepare you every time, fingering and eating you out before he could finally chase his own relief.

You were unsure how you were going to be able to focus and be in control like how he clearly expected; you were so used to him guiding you through everything.

You trusted Dean, knowing that he would never settle for anything less than the best for you.

And you know this was all still part of a deep-rooted insecurity of him having more experience than you, but he leans up to kiss you deeply,

and you’re moving on his thighs again, dragging wetness across his tattoo. He groans lowly in his throat, looking down at the small wet spot on his leg before looking back up at you.

“Want you to fuck me. Please - angel.” There’s something so pretty about the way begging sounds coming from him that you nod, knowing that he could drag you to hell and back if he asked nicely enough.

You lean in to kiss Dean, feeling brave, and slowly slip your mouth open, tongue brushing against his. You position yourself, so you’re sitting on top of him as he trails his kisses down your neck and chest, leaving dark marks along the way.

“ I know you’re wet for me, want it just as much as I do.” He murmurs after a particularly harsh suck on your collarbone, dragging a finger under your clothed center to prove his point.

You buck your hips slightly, missing the way he drags his finger, so it just barely brushes your clit, and Dean gets the message, pushing one finger in between your slit.

You’re used to this, familiar with the way he fingers you and stretches you out so you can take all of him.

He adds another and then another, watching at the way your body takes three of his thick fingers.

In his defense, he is patient. He curls his fingers inside of you, repeatedly moving as you continue to leak more and more for him. You moan slightly, chest arching into him.

You keep moaning, louder and louder, until your cumming all over his hand, only the first orgasm of the night.

“Fuck, you sound so pretty for me, angel.” Your face heats up slightly, hiding in his shoulder while he sucks your arousal off his fingers shamelessly.

You’re still not used to his excessive praising even if your body reacts differently. Still,

it does light a fire in you, wanting to keep hearing the sweet compliments come out of his mouth.

He's helping you get undressed, unclasping your bra and tearing your underwear off until you push him back,

making sure he’s flat against the bed and rising so your pussy is directly above him.

Dean watches intently, eyes never leaving the way you slowly sink down on him.

He lets you get adjusted, getting used to the fact you can feel every throbbing inch of him. You both let out a soft moan,

his head falling back when you slowly rise back up.

You get to the point where only his tip is still inside you before dropping back down again, slowly grinding up and down his dick.

It’s not breakneck, nothing too incredible, you still trying to get used to the pace and too wrapped up in your own head on what’ll make him feel good.

, Dean, however, is in his own world. On Cloud 9, as he watches you drag yourself up and down, up and down.

His eyes are glued to where the two of you are connected,

trying to commit every single moment to memory, so he never forgets this.

“Look so fucking good like this.” He growls, placing a hand on your ass, not doing anything but to ground himself in this euphoria he seems to have found himself in.

He leans up to suck on your nipple, harshly sucking on your tit while playing with the other.

You whine loudly, rhythm faltering as his tip grazes against your g-spot.

“Fuck, Dean. So big.” The only thing that comes to mind, is because he is. Even underneath you,

you feel overwhelmed by just him: by his body, by his dick, by the twisted look of pleasure on his face,

by the low grunts that keep spilling out whenever you twist your hips a certain way. It’s overwhelming, and his presence seems larger than life when he’s stretched out like this underneath you.

He wraps an arm around your waist, noticing how your pace is slowly starting to falter as you get tired, and starts thrusting up into you, planting his feet so he can reach even further and deeper than before.

Your moans pick back up, watching as his face is set in concentration.

It’s funny how you had set out on making this night about him, and yet he’s grinding his hips into yours, set on making you cum before him.

He smiles smugly up at you, watching as your eyes roll back when he thrusts deep inside.

“Shit, Dean. I thought I was supposed to be - fuck” You whine out the last part loudly, him moving his hand down to rub your clit. “ S'posed to be fucking you.”

He doesn’t say anything, choosing to watch your body tremble slightly above his. Between your tits in his mouth, him rubbing your clit, and the incessant rolling of his hips, your orgasm is fast approaching.

Your nipple pops from his mouth, nipples wet and shiny from his spit as he looks up at you with his pupils blown.

“Wanna see you cum all over my dick instead.” And if his actions before didn't do it, how fucking wrecked his voice sounds causes you to squirt harder than you ever have before,

your orgasm lighting every part of your body alive as your body trembles on top of him. You moan loudly, collapsing on top of him as ragged breaths come out of you, trying to catch your breath.

Dean keeps thrusting underneath you, too close to his own release to want to stop and feel the way you squeeze tightly around him, your own high forcing his body into overdrive. He’s snapping his hips relentlessly, and it’s almost too much for your body to handle, pubic bone brushing your clit into overstimulation.

You whine out, not knowing whether it’s for him to stop or keep going. But one look at the fucked out, determined look on his face gives you your answer for you.

“Baby,” you purr. “Cum.” It’s a simple demand, but it’s enough to get Dean to falter, Cumming deep inside you as he grinds through his orgasm. He lets out a deep, guttural moan, you are getting used to the familiar feeling of him pulsing inside you.

He leans back onto the pillow, you falling on top of him. Both your chests rising and falling in tandem, as you listen to his erratic heartbeat try to find a steady rhythm.

“Have I ever mentioned how fucking hot you are?”

“Once or twice, yeah.” You mumble, sleepiness falling over you.

“You’re fucking incredible. That- that - was fucking incredible.” You start to grow shy under his constant praise and are quick to point out his work as well.

“Even if you did half the work?”

“Next time, you can be in charge,” Dean promises.

You smile wickedly, not even trying to hide the mischief in your eyes.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

[frijolebean]

Be a Better Angel-(4/5)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 5

[scapegoatstrawberry]

(Click for better quality) I haven't drawn them in a while but I saw a post from @spn-lesbian and I thought it would be funny as a comic and I always enjoy drawing the boys

[cha0ticlesbian]

Insane how all in one episode we got “blow me cas”, “last person who looked at me like that I got laid”, “I rebelled for you and this is what you give me”, the homoerotic beat down, “what happened to him?””me”, dean immediately forgiving cas for beating him up, dean worried cas is walking into a suicide with the five angels, cas taking off his tie and dean staring, cas saying he doesn’t have as much faith in dean that sam does because dean is gonna say yes, cas saying he’d rather die than see dean betray him

And bonus:

“You think Adam’s okay?” “No… CAS either.. but we’ll get em”

[mapelapple]

[1-800-local-slut]

Kiss Me Through the Phone

Life on the road isn't easy for someone who loves physical affection as much as Sam Winchester. You have a way around that.

Kinktober Day 2! I hope you guys like this one because I loved wriing it <333

Notes: Phone sex, sex toys, edging, taking photos, reader and Sam are both freaky but thats what you came here for

Kinktober Masterlist

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Vibrator was a funny word if you said it enough. If you said it five times fast, it started to sound weird too. Now when your boyfriend said it though, it was something entirely different. And when you said it to him, it was apparently titillating for him. It was 8pm at night and Sam was gone. For three weeks, with Halloween approaching, the country was inflamed with reports and calls of the supernatural occurring all over the place. Taking your loving boyfriend away from your side for three weeks. And it was only the start of October. Naturally things got a little tense. With only being able to talk to each other through the phone for a few weeks now was clearly bending the two of you out of shape. 

Sam loved touching you. Anything he could do, fucking or not, if he could touch you he was in. And being away from you for so long was borderline torture. He missed cuddles, he missed kisses, he missed hugs, he missed skin to skin contact, he missed naked naps, he missed holding hands. And he missed you. So, when he was away for three weeks, without you it was basically a death sentence for him. Until you called him a few hours ago and now you two were locked in a breathless conversation.

Sam was breathless over the phone, grunting as described how he was thrusting up into his hand while thinking of you. He was describing to you how much he missed your pussy, what he was going to do to you the minute he came back. Grunting out instructions on what he wanted you to do to yourself over the phone while he denied you orgasm after orgasm. 

You, were laying on your back, your body pressed against your silk pillow cases as you pushed your dildo in and out of your pussy. You creamed around the ring of the base imagining it was Sam. Sam, breathlessly whispering obscenities in your ear, while he pressed a vibrator to your clit. 

“Take that one thing I got you, the small one. Fuck I can’t remember what it’s called but you know what I mean. Put it on your clit and keep fucking yourself and don't you dare stop until I say so.” He grunted out the command, and you knew it was driving him crazy not seeing you. It drove you crazy too, knowing you couldn’t see his face right now or feel his body crushing you like it should be right now.

‘What do you want me to do princess, tell me.” He pleaded. Sam always wanted to make you happy, his voice hoarse from moaning and calling your name for the past hour and a half. A moan jumped out of your throat as you shook on the bed. You knew what you wanted. You wanted Sam as messy as you. You wanted him with a messy thighs covered in your cum, but you knew that couldn’t happen. Not as long as you were two thousand miles away from him at the moment.

He was waiting for your instructions and who were you to deny him? As you pulled out the small vibrating egg he got for you, you switched it on before pressing it to your clit and using your free hand to thrust the dildo rhythmically inside of you. High pitched moans escaped you, your phone rest beside you on the bed while Sam groaned over the speaker. 

“I want you to make a mess on yourself. I want you to spit on your hand, and jerk off until you cum with me so we can both make a mess for each other.” And boy, did he love the sound of that. He chuckled, letting out a few curses and he followed your instructions. His tip was probably doing that cute thing it does when you keep him waiting. It was probably throbbing which he confessed to you feels incredibly weird.

“I love you, my favorite little pervert. You like fucking yourself when you think of me?” You moaned out a choked yes, your hips raising off the bed as you chased your orgasm. You couldn’t stop yourself, it was like you were possessed. Sam didn’t sound like he was doing too good either, as it sounded like he was vigorously fucking his hand like it was you. That should be you. You let your brain wander, imagining that the dildo that you were slamming into yourself hard enough that it hurt so good was Sam. 

That he was running his hands through your curls, leaving hard imprints on your skin, spanking you across your ass, and growling into your ear. That he was sucking on your dark nipples and bouncing you up and down on his dick while his brow furrowed in concentration. 

That did it. You felt it start in your toes, and your legs started trembling and you screamed out that you were cumming only to be responded too with a strangled noise.

“Fuckfuckfuck!” He hissed, and that was the last thing you were able to pay attention too.

You couldn’t hear anything else, the world rushed around you as your body shook and you came so hard you felt dizzy. Your eyes shut as you arched your back off the bed. True to Sam’s teachings, you held the vibrator on your clit as Sam has done to you so many times. It was one of the most intense orgasms of your life, while you screamed and moaned into Sam’s ear. Leave it to Sam to make you cum so hard you almost fall of the bed from across the country. As you reopened your eyes you heard Sam breathing hard while you tried to remember to breath.

You envisioned the mess he has made all over himself. His big dick probably throbbing and leaking cum, whatever hadn’t splattered against his stomach leaking slowly from the tip. Whenever Sam finishes, its left red and throbbing while Sam’s legs twitch and he shudders. His eyes water just a bit, especially if its a really intense one like this one. After a moment of silence Sam chuckled.

“Selfies?”

“Of course.”

[miserable-sarah]

The Red Dust 18+

pairing: Sam x Reader Warnings: NSFW, 18+, MDNI, choking, (f) Masturbation, unprotected sex (Be better), oral (F), rough sam, praising. (If I missed any lmk I will update it.) Summary: You and Sam go on a hunt, things go sideways and you need a release of some sort but you can't figure it out.

"I've seen this place before." Sam whispers barely audiable.

"What?" You whisper to him, you both slowly enter a building not sure if the witch is still inside.

"I've seen this building." He says to you, you look at him confused. Maybe in all the research he's been doing. After clearing the place and making sure no one was there you turned on the light to get a better look around the place.

"This is some dark magic." You mumble looking at all the jars filled with dead things, it makes your skin crawl. Sam nods and agrees with you.

"Come on, we need to find out where she's going next." Sam shuffles through books and papers on her desk, you continue looking around the room. Maybe there's a clue somewhere. You can't find anything. She covered her tracks well. You see a book case and one of the books is shiny and new, not like the rest. It's a deep red color, you walk over to it and pull it.

"Y/n! No!" You hear Sam yell. Before you can turn around the whole room is covered in a deep red dust. Your heart starts pounding, you start coughing. "Hold your breath!" Sam says covering your mouth, you run out of the building with him.

"What is that?" You continue to cough.

"Red dust." Sam coughs with you.

"No shit." You roll your eyes.

"No, I mean that's what they call it. Red Dust."

"Are we going to die?" The dust is literally blood red, it just reminds you of death.

"I-I" Sam stutters shaking his head. "I don't know, I need to call someone who knows more."

"Man, I always wanted a cool death. Not death from dust!"

"We're not going to die." Sam holds your shoulders "How are you feeling?"

"Um" You think about it "Fine." You shrug.

"See, we probably didn't inhale enough, we're going to be fine." Sam pulls out his phone to make a call. You go sit in the car because you just need to relax. Thinking you're going to die is scary and somehow exhausting. Soon Sam comes in and sits in the drivers seat.

"We're going to go to the motel, just hang out until they find out more about the dust." He starts the car and drives off.

"Okay." You mumble. You bite your lip to try to keep you calm, it's not really working. The drive back to the motel isn't long but for some reason it feels like it's taking forever. Your hands start to feel clammy and shaky. You're not sure what's happening. You start to feel a deep ache in your stomach, and you're getting hot by the second. You roll down your window trying to get some air.

"How are you feeling."

"Fine, I don't know." You shake your head. "I think I just need a shower."

"Ugh! Damnit!" Sam's voice changes, it's so low. "Missed my turn." He says his knuckles are turning white on the steering wheel.

"A-are you okay?" You can feel your lip quiver and butterflies in your stomach.

"Yes. Fine." He doesn't even look at you, he's like a different person. The rest of the car ride was quiet, you accidentally let out a few whimpers because your body feels like it's on fire and everything is so sensitive at this moment. Every time Sam heard you he would breathe loudly and tighten his grip. He finally turns into the motel parking lot, you practically run into the bathroom. You quickly get undressed and get into the shower.

The water cools your skin, but you're still so hot inside. Your core is aching, you need some kind of release like asap. You hate that you have to do this but it feels like you're going to melt from the inside if you don't. You run your hand down your body to your core. Your breathing is already hitched, you bite your lip trying to keep yourself from moaning. What is happening to you? You enter two fingers inside you slowly. You let a sigh of relief, your fingers pump inside you. You let your head hit the shower wall, you open your legs more. You place one on the side of the tub you try to get deeper but you can't.

You take your fingers out and let out a frustrated groan. You feel like you're going to cry, you're in so much pain and you need something, you need someone to take care of you. You finish your shower and wrap a towel around you.

"Okay tell me." You hear Sam say. You open the door a little to listen to the conversation. "Don't fuck with me!" He yells, his voice is still so low and sounds like he's in pain too.

"I'm not!" You hear Dean on the other line. "You guys need to, uh you know."

"Dean. You're lying."

"Sam, he's not." You hear another voice. “You need to uh, well get intimate.”

"How am I supposed to explain this to her?"

"Figure it out Sammy, you're a lucky boy." Dean says hanging up the phone. Sam stands up and sees you standing there.

"Did you hear-?"

"Yes." You nod your head still just wrapped in a towel. Sam looks you up and down and licks his lips.

"So you know what we have to do?"

"Yes." You try to hide the excitement.

"Y/n." He stands back from you not moving an inch "I'm going to be really rough."

"I can take it." You say shyly.

"I don't want to hurt you." His face is dead serious, his eyes are completely black. He is overtaken with lust just like you. Your core is throbbing. You want him so bad. You swallow hard then drop your towel never breaking eye contact with him. He never breaks eye contact either but gives you a smile, a smile that makes you shake. He walks towards you, your mouth gets dry and you feel yourself getting wetter, your body heating up more than it already was. Somehow that's possible.

Sam picks you up and throws you on the bed you let out a squeal not expecting him to do that, he gives you no time to catch up with actions. He's kissing you roughly, then kissing your neck then back to your lips, his hands massage your breasts. his fingers pull and twist your nipples. You arch your back needing more.

Sam stands up taking his shirt off, he pulls you by your ankles so you're down lower on the bed, he gets on his knees. Again he's moving so fast your brain can't keep up. Sam's fingers find their way inside you. You let out a moan and a sigh of relief. His fingers are perfect way better than your own. He pumps them in you back and forth, he curls his fingers every time he's knuckle deep. His tongue licks and sucks on your clit roughly but not too rough. It feels amazing.

"Oh my god" You moan out loud, your grinding on him without even realizing, everything is so sensitive from the red dust. "Fuck." Your breathing is hitched, your panting. You feel absolutely amazing.

"Already?" Sam chuckles darkly at you. You don't care though all you want to do is cum all over him. He moves his face away and with his other hand he rubs your clit fast, you clench yourself around his fingers. You whimper, and you squeal. Finally you see stars your eyes roll in the back of your head, and your whole body tenses up and squirms. Sam doesn't let go of you though and he doesn't stop. You scream and he doesn't care, you try hard to move away but he's so much stronger than you. All this makes it even better, you cum again already.

He finally lets you go. He stands up and removes his pants along with his boxers. Your mouth drops, Sam is huge. Your core is throbbing just at the sight you can't wait for him to fuck you. You move up on the bed, he's on his knees at the bottom, he pulls you by your legs so you're in the right position. He places one of your legs on his shoulders. His hands go right on either side of your head, you're panting again. Your heart is racing just thinking of how he is going to feel. He slowly enters just his tip, the stretch makes you moan and throw your head back. He feels even better than you thought.

"Look at me." You do as he says and look into his eyes, his eyes are still so dark, he doesn't even seem like Sam anymore. The red dust definitely has taken over him. You wonder if you look the same. He pushes the rest of him inside you, he grins at the face you make. He knows he has you feeling great. He lets out a groan when he bottoms out. He sighs in relief he was waiting for that you can tell.

Sam doesn't give you any adjustment time, his thrusts are hard and quick, his one hand moves to your head, he grabs a fist full of your hair and puts your head back making your arch your back. He smirks at you like he was testing a theory and he was right about it. He lets go over your hair and moves to your neck. Your eyes widened as he pushes harder and harder against your neck. He's so deep inside you, your legs are shaking. Sam doesn't stop though, instead of his regular thrusts he does small ones so he can stay buried inside you. You try to make noise but his hand is completely stopping from doing that. You give him a worried look but he just smirks. He moves his hand letting you breathe. He lifts your other leg on his shoulder going even deeper. You hiss at the feeling.

He stays like that for a while just slowly fucking you, you start to get annoyed, you want more. More of him. "Sam, please."

"Please?" He says still smirking, He knows exactly what he's doing.

"Harder. Go harder." You say looking into his eyes, they aren't as dark as they used to be. He nods his head and flips you over. He pulls you up so your back is against his chest. He lines himself up with you and he lets you drop on to him. You scream out in pleasure, he was filling you up in a different way. You try to move up and down but Sam holds you in place, he leans you back and little and brings his hand down to your clit.

"Fuck" You say breathless, he begins rubbing and thrusting into you. Your head rests on his shoulder so he can look at you. Sam bits and kisses your ear and your neck. You hold in your moans but can't help the few squeals and whimpers that escape your lips. Sam whispers dirty things in your ear, you can't take all the pleasure it's too much. "I can't" You say but it's barely audible.

"Yes you can baby." Sam whispers "Just one more time." He kisses your cheek. You close your eyes tight, your body shakes, your head is fuzzy. "That's a good girl." He prasies. "Look at you, cumming for me. Such a good girl." You open your mouth but you can't make a sound. You cum, hard. Sam helps you through it making it last longer. When you're done he places you on the bed nicely.

"Can you get on top?" You nod your head, he lays down on the bed and you get on top of him, your legs are still shaking so bad he has to help you. You slowly sink yourself down on him. You go to move but again Sam holds you in place, he puts his knees up and pushes you down on his chest. "I always knew you'd be submissive." He whispers in your ear before pounding you. He's thought of this before? I mean you have to so many times but you never knew Sam did.

"You feel so good, you fit me perfectly." he grunts. He's close, his thrusts are sloppy and his body is tense. He holds your body down, his arms are wrapped around your back holding you where you are.

"Sam." You moan breathlessly. Sam grunts and tightens his grip. His thrusts are getting harder and faster.

"Say my name." He says

"Sam" You moan

"Louder"

"Sam!" You moan loudly as you feel him fill you up his moans and groans fill the air, you let out a few yourself. Sam lays there for a few seconds without saying a word. He moves you off of him and you whimper at the empty feeling. Sam gets up without saying a word and he goes into the bathroom to clean up. A few minutes later he comes out with a wet cloth and helps you clean up. he gives you one of his clean shirts and a pair of your pajama shorts.

"Thank you" You smile at him.

"Of course." He smiles at you, he gets back into bed only wearing boxers. You're not sure what to do, it's not like you're a couple or anything. "Oh did you want me to sleep on the couch?" He asks getting up.

"No!" You say too fast. "Uh, no you don't have to. You can sleep with me." you bite your lip he smiles at you and wraps his arm around you pulling you closer to him.

~ The next day you look up more information about the red dust while Sam sleeps. Sam definitely has seen that room before because it's the room shown in every picture when you look up the witch. You also found out that red dust only subsides if you get intimate with a person you love. That one surprised you.

"Good morning" Sam says making you jump. You slam the computer shut like you were doing something wrong.

"Hey you're awake" You say trying to act like nothing happened. "How are you feeling? Are you still-?"

"Am I still under the spell?" He laughs "No, definitely not."

"Oh" You blush. "Good." You smile at him.

"And I'm guessing you're not" He asks

"No, I'm not."

"Good to know." He smirks at you. You can feel your heart racing and creeping on your face.

"We found a cure!" Dean busts in the room.

"Dean what the hell!" Sam says shaking his head. Dean looks at the two of you and stands there awkwardly.

"Oh." He chuckles "Awkward."

[the-krakens-bitch]

I haven’t seen a show end this bad since November 19th 2020

[rosebud-doodles]

I'm a simple woman, I want simple things.

Simple things I want: Broken, mentally ill, sad, brooding, heart of gold, soft on the inside, God's punished angel, warm hands, tight hugs, cares too much, always tired, body of a demi-god, nothing good happens in their life.

[headcanonforthought]

SPN headcanon thing?

Drunk Castiel being unhinged and just spitting truths.

"Sam couldn't keep a woman if even God ordained it"

"Dean has made more enemies because of his sexual experiences than because he's a hunter"

"Sam whines so much"

"Dean enjoyed being tortured in hell"

"Sam shouldn't have gone out with Jessica, it was rash to assume you were safe"

"Dean, your father will never love you"

[tropacant]

finally! the art block has been quenched and sent back to the shadow realm for the time being!! huzzah!

anyways, this is probably suuuuper cringy, but I don’t care lol. I got to see the new fnaf movie on Friday, and I had the idea to draw this while I was at work because of that. so here it is!

I also made the meme myself, I think I’m funny pls laugh-

[cha0ticlesbian]

This might be niche, however Edgin and Xenk from dnd honor among thieves are literally Dean and Cas in another universe

Edgin is Dean and Xenk is Cas :)