#First of all look how bitchy Dean is being in that first gif

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my favourite jackles characters x reader pairings .ᐟ

warnings: none tbh, mention of sex like twice i think, just nonsensical self-indulgent rambling / headcanons tbh !!

ft. dean winchester, soldier boy, beau arlen, alec mcdowell

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🧷 ⋮ dean winchester x soft girlfriend reader, but one who acts like a vicious guard dog for him whenever he needs it, ready to jump to his defence when no one else will—baring your teeth on his behalf when he just can’t do it himself. he needs someone who he can laugh and cry with, someone that understands him, someone that picks him first. he craves that understanding and gentleness, but also thrives under your guidance and control—in the bedroom and out. he would never admit it, but having someone who can speak up for him and rein him in when it all gets too much is truly all he’s ever wanted. he doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve you; all he knows is that he’d do anything to keep you.

🧷 ⋮ soldier boy x bitchy reader. this is my top pairing for him because that man has received absolutely no pushback throughout his entire life (post-V injection at least), and so having a mouthy little thing brush off his barrage of sexist insults like it’s nothing and then hand them back tenfold with a smirk on her face? oh, he’s in love. he can’t quite tell if he wants to rip your head off or kiss you absolutely senseless anytime you deliver a solid blow to his ego.

my other top pairing is soldier boy x pathetic reader, in the sense that she’s needy and silly with no thoughts in her head other than ben ben ben. he likes being relied on, and so having a sweet little girl to look after and fuck dumb at any given time is the best thing to have ever happened to him. he’d absolutely dote on you and give you the world if you asked, but he’d never outright say it. it almost makes him feel pathetic, the way you’re so utterly and completely obsessed with him. but in a way, ben doesn’t really seem to mind—just as long as you’re happy.

🧷 ⋮ beau arlen x self-sufficient reader. i like the idea of a stubborn “i’m fine, i don’t need your help” reader being paired with beau, simply because he seems like the type of man to always want to dote on his missus, and so having a partner that doesn’t really need him but instead actively wants him? it has his head spinning. he’s nothing but a fundamental necessity in every aspect of his life—being a present father to emily, being a good sheriff for the town—and he knows that. he’s always just been needed. but being wanted? being truly desired instead of just needed? it makes him feel alive. at first, he finds it frustrating being with someone who’s so capable (he’s used to being the proactive one, doing things for the women in his life), but slowly he learns to love it, because when you come to him needing something, it means you really trust him to help, and that feeling is indescribably good to him.

🧷 ⋮ alec mcdowell x “i hate all men” reader is my absolute favourite pairing of all time. in my opinion, alec is the biggest playboy of all the jackles characters, and so of course he’s falling for the one girl that doesn’t fall for his pretty looks and smart mouth. he likes the challenge, he likes the back and forth verbal sparring, he likes the rejection—it only makes him want you more. he enjoys prodding at you, making his inappropriate jokes, and hitting on you incessantly because he knows it drives you mad. and when you finally give in and kiss him for the first time, he nearly explodes, because all his hard work (pissing you off) was completely worth it. your relationship only works because he’s obsessed with you—you say jump, he asks how high. he wouldn’t have it any other way. he likes you snapping at him, bossing him around, and telling him off because it means you care, despite your ‘i hate all men’ attitude. and now these days, it’s “i hate all men… besides my boyfriend.”

fig yaps: this was so random i typed it up at 3am a few weeks ago but PLS share your thoughts on this !!! if anyone wants to make their own version of this PLSSS TAG ME I WANNA SEE <3 anyways these are my four core jackles characters i love them sm. enjoy my random rambling !!!

no taglist bc i cbf and i kinda hate this LMAOOO

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Just yesterday I started thinking about Castiel in season 12 and how certain mannerisms of his seem to have changed since season 11, or, more specifically, since he was possessed by Lucifer.

One particular scene from 12x03 really made this suddenly very obvious to me. Take a look at Cas' reaction to finding out that Crowley had tried to team up with Rowena to hunt Lucifer before going to Castiel himself.

Castiel outright mocks Crowley and makes a face that reminded me so much of Lucifer that for one split second I forgot that Castiel wasn't possessed anymore

Compare with this scene^ Is it just me or is this a very Lucifer thing to do?

Here're some more examples that stood out to me:

^ This last one here is really interesting, actually... The whole leaning on the windowsill, the rather patronizing look, chewing his tongue in thought

The whole episode in itself is littered with bits and pieces of a rather more sarcastic Castiel than usual (the whole season, even). We can frequently see him rolling his eyes at Crowley... which, yes, understandable... it's Crowley, but I feel like Cas didn't act around Crowley like this before... or with anyone for that matter except for a few rare occasions.

It's all very Lucifer-esque.

Fast forward to episode 12x07 when we see Castiel again; he very clearly does one thing that is, first of all, extremely funny but also not very Castiel-ish, if you get what I mean.

He complains about Crowley constantly talking, which is, again, understandable, but the way he does it...

Now, I'm not trying to say that Cas is never sarcastic or bitchy ("what part of 'I don't know' escapes your understanding?" "my 'people skills' are 'rusty.' Pardon me but I've spent the last 'year' as a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent." "you think I came because you called?") it's just that in this particular season the way he acts when frustrated or pissed off sometimes reminds me of how Lucifer acted in season 11. It's really very subtle but it's undeniably there.

(Also, I will not be mentioning ep 12x10 even though we get peak Castiel sarcasm in that one. The reason for this is because that whole episode just feels like Cas rather then unconscious remnants of Lucifer, especially since he was also in a fight with Dean at the time and that would of course affect his behavior.)

So skipping that we move on to 12x19 and these reactions

^and this smile??? Context for those who don't remember: this is when Cas placed his hand on Kelly's belly and felt Jack for the first time... take from that what you will (Jack biologically being Lucifer's son and all). Don't get me wrong, this is a really innocent smile of an angel feeling the grace of an unborn Nephilim for the first time... it's incredibly sweet. But the half smile reminds me of this

...and both (especially the first one) remind me so much of these

Same side for the half smile (or smirk in Lucifer's case). Poor guy probably doesn't even realize he's doing it which just makes all of this so much more intriguing. Reminds me of how Nick Vaught (Lucifer's more recognizable vessel) snapped his fingers at Castiel to try and kill him in season 14 after getting angry. It was a habit for him to do so, and he regretted it immediately afterwards... but he still did it.

So I'm guessing that being possessed by Lucifer affected Cas similarly. Apparently some of Lucifer's more subtle mannerisms have stuck with Cas next to the emotional trauma. It doesn't always show, mind you (Castiel is still sarcastic in his own special way, and I love that about him), BUT when you put into consideration that he was possessed by Lucifer for half a season, it makes sense that this would happen...

There are probably so many more examples but I'm gonna have to stop here before my computer crashes from the amount of gifs I've been using lol

Cheers folks

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Brotherly Figures part 4

Summary: (Early seasons) Sam and Dean save a 15 year old, newly orphaned teenager from vampires. Much to their chagrin, she ends up tagging along on hunts, giving them both a fresh chance at acting like a brotherly figure.

Series masterlist

Part 3 <- -> Part 5

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ava (teen!OC), Bobby Singer

Episode summary: Ava gets used to living with Bobby

Episode warnings: None

A/N: I promised an anon ask that I'd get the next part of Brotherly Figures out, so here it finally is!

GIF by frodo-sam

“Did you just get out of Bobby Singer’s car?” a girl asked me incredulously.

“Umm, yes,” I said cautiously.

“How does he even have a licence? Absolute drunkard,” another girl gossiped.

A third girl came over to me, “Just ignore them. They'd find something to complain about if it killed them.” I gratefully followed her into the gym where the self-defence class was about to be held. “I'm Olivia,” she said.

“Ava.”

“Nice to meet you. You new here?”

“Uh, yeah. My brothers are friends with Bobby, I'm staying with him for a bit.”

Before we could talk any further, the Sheriff, Jody Mills, called everyone in to a circle. Bobby had taken me the day before to meet her as she ran the class.

The rest of the class went ok, me avoiding the bitchy girls and hanging with Olivia. She told me their names were Faye and Suzie.

They threw some comments at me when Bobby came to pick me up. My face flushed with embarrassment.

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Bobby seemed to have taken Sam’s instructions about my schooling regrettably seriously. He gave me a bit of leeway, but he was pretty firm about having to finish my homework.

“Were you this much of a hard taskmaster with the boys?” I complained at him.

“God no. Their Dad couldn't care less what their grades were so long as they could shoot and fight. But Sam was diligent anyway, I wouldn'ta had to be remindin’ him.”

“And Dean?”

“Well, Dean just wanted to be a kid,” he said pensively. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with that answer.

I hadn’t noticed when he'd written it up, but part of Sam's curriculum was learning how to kill various monsters too. Unlike my normal school work where Bobby just left me with my laptop, those lessons he taught. Often we were interrupted by his phones ringing, different hunters asking for advice or him having to pretend to be their boss in the FBI.

Sometimes he'd get me researching in his lore books alongside him. I flushed with pride when he praised me for finding the right answer or something that would help someone's case.

The best times were when he took me out to learn how to shoot the various guns. I wasn’t great, but I was getting a tiny bit better. Often he'd reminisce about the many things he'd shot, or the times he'd had with the Winchester boys.

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It was the same pattern of comments about Bobby from the bitchy girls at the next two self-defence classes too. I thought about asking Bobby to drop me off further away, but I figured they'd just say something else next time instead. I tried to not to let it get to me.

I was picking up my things at the end of my fourth class when I heard one of the other girls in the class, Belinda, turn around to her friends, “Check out the hotties in the carpark!”

I ignored her, finishing packing my things. I walked out to the carpark chatting to Olivia, looking for Bobby's car. Finally, I noticed what all of the other girls were drooling over.

I ran to Sam, having spotted him and Dean leaning against the Impala. He gathered me in a hug. Then I turned to Dean and he hugged me too. “Heya, kiddo,” he said affectionately.

Bitchy Faye was looking dumbfounded while Suzie glared daggers at me. That was almost as good as the Winchesters being back.

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“Alright, you ready to show us what you've learnt?” Dean asked with a grin.

“I was born ready,” I said cockily.

He chuckled, “Easy, tiger. Alright, guns first?”

I agreed and followed him outside, Bobby and Sam trailing behind us. Sam set up some cans on the fence for me to fire at.

“Let's see what you've got,” Dean said.

My first shot missed, probably as bad as I'd been in the beginning. I was irritated at myself, I was meant to be showing them I was being better!

“Just relax,” Dean said quietly. “Centre yourself first.”

I took his advice, appreciating that he hadn't chosen to tease me. I took a deep breath and had another go. I missed again, but it was close, skittering right past the can.

The men didn't say anything, giving me time to centre myself again. Focus.

I HIT IT!!

Dean whistled and Sam exclaimed, “Good job, Ava!” I couldn’t hide the massive grin on my face.

Dean got me to try out a few other gun types, to varying degrees of success, but he seemed pretty happy with my progress. I flushed with happiness.

We packed up the guns and cans and started walking to the shed. Sam walked next to me. “Bobby sent me your assessments and the marks from your distance ed teacher,” he said.

I groaned.

He laughed. “No, you're doing a good job, Ava. We might need to talk through some of your chemistry a bit more while I'm here, but your essay on equity for Pacific Island Nations under climate change was great.”

“You seriously find time to read my essays while you're killing monsters?”

“Dean likes to drive. I spend a lot of time in the passenger seat.”

We'd made it to the shed, Dean holding the door open. “How do you stop a ghost?” he asked me.

“Salt or iron will stop them temporarily but you need to salt and burn their bones or whatever object they're tied to.”

“Good, let's see how you're going taking down Sammy.”

Sam and I sparred off. I showed the moves I’d learnt from Sheriff Jody’s classes and what Dean had taught me last time. I still couldn't overpower Sam, but I was a lot better at getting out and buying myself valuable seconds.

Dean offered me his hand to stand up, after Sam had flattened me to the ground. “You've done good work, kiddo,” he said. “Wanna come on a ghost case with us?”

I squealed, “Really?!” I jumped to him, wrapping my arms around him. “Thank you thank you thank you!!”

He laughed and returned the hug. “You are going to have to do what you're told,” he warned.

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“I know, I know.” I released Dean and went over to hug Sam. “When do we leave?” I asked excitedly.

“Tomorrow morning,” Dean replied. “I've never seen someone so excited about a salt and burn.”

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Re-watch Ramblings - S2 Bloodlust

Here is my companion piece to the detailed and insightful review by @my-sherlock221b linked below:

As we pick up the thread of our Re-Watch Ramblings, I’m glad to get here because in my opinion, S2 is the most perfect season in every sense and each episode is just brilliant. I watched Blood Lust once more and find that I need to ramble about some stuff. As usual, my posts are more visual but this time there’s some meta too, inspired by some of the scenes.

We come to this episode having watched Everybody Loves a Clown. Firstly, I’m at a loss to understand why Sam’s hair is a disastrous fail in ELaC! He’s probably too deep in mourning and in his frustrated attempts to get through to his stubborn brother to pay attention to it, that’s the only reason I can think of. So the changed hairstyle in Blood Lust actually is a relief. Sammy looks more like Sam here – all mature, logical and compassionate.

The first scene (after the cold open) is the iconic newly fixed Baby roaring down the highway to the heady Back In Black. Dean is euphoric and all pumped up, a stark contrast to how we saw him at the end of ELaC – furious, sardonic and smarting. Sam also looks too happy to get this version of Dean and comments on his good mood.

Dean’s reply had me faltering – your car and a case? Aren’t you forgetting the most important thing, Dean? But then I realized this is still the tentative and wary Dean, unsure of Sam staying for the long haul. Also, despite all the lingering looks and crackling tension, we’re yet to witness the first bro hug. It is only in S8 (Heartache) that Dean comes up with this statement:

(Of course, it’s another matter that Sam right then decides to get bitchy and ruin Dean’s moment. Early S8 was inexplicably weird and painful! ‘Sacrifice’ was decidedly well deserved and earned by (Wincest and bibro) fans for putting up with so much heartache.)

Coming back to Blood Lust, we see the brothers floundering in the aftermath of John’s death and the deadly secret that’s consuming Dean. There are heated exchanges and blows. The events that transpire in the episode are effectively summarized by @my-sherlock221b. I’ll just add three visual points.

Gordon brings up John in their first conversation and the boys look at him with varied expressions. Dean looks taken aback and maybe a little hopeful? Of learning something new about John from an outsider? Sam is more sceptical and dubious, as he is throughout the episode.

Then the vampire killing scene – Dean’s dead and glazed expression and Sam’s alarm and discomfort mixed with concern for his brother’s mental state.

Finally, we come to another visually striking scene at the end of the episode and there’s a shift in the dynamic. Dean is apologetic and reflective and broody while Sam shrugs it off and offers gentle comfort and his mantra of choice being most important.

The brothers are slowly getting on the right path for reconciliation and harmony.

I surely hope we can continue this series further!!! 🤞😊

[holylulusworld]

Unbeta’d

Summary: Attending Sam’s birthday party you see Dean getting all cozy with an Omega you never liked. When she hurts you, even more, you want to run away…

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x ???Beta!Reader, Alpha!Sam, Omega!Lisa Braeden, Omega!Jessica Moore

Warnings: angst, unrequited feelings, bitchy Lisa, sad reader, pain, smut, unprotected sex, heat, true mates, presenting as an Omega, knotting, claiming, possessive Dean, ABO dynamics, scenting, comforting, fluff, language

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

This is an AU. Please consider Unbeta’d is not a correct term, rather a ‘word play’.

The moment you enter Sam’s house you know it’s was a bad idea to come here. For over a week you feel bad. Cramps bring you to the edge of tears and on top of all, you will have to face Dean after you admitted your feelings and he rejected you.

Dean tried to be nice, telling you he’s not good enough but you know why he rejected you – he’s an Alpha – you are only a Beta and this way he could never be interested in you.

Sam is hugging you tightly, happy to see his best friend again after a few weeks of absence. You lied and told your friend you are visiting your family but you were hiding in your apartment, yearning for a man who will never return your feelings.

“Happy Birthday, Sammy. I’m late, sorry. My car broke and I had to call the breakdown service. That guy said I need a new car…” Grumbling you shrug. “I like Betsy…”

Sam gives you a warm smile before he hugs you once again, not understanding why you didn’t tell Dean about your car.

Jessica is waving at you, pointing at the cake they are ready to cut so you break out of Sam’s bear hug to greet your friend.

Walking toward Jessica with Sam by your side you glance at Dean who is busy talking to Lisa Braeden. You hate her. Never even liked her.

Years ago she broke Dean’s heart and it never healded but here he is, getting all touchy with the Omega he swore to never meet again. No wonder he rejected you.

Eyes focused on Jessica you can’t see Dean’s pained expression or how his eyes lit up before he had to watch you walk past him.

Lisa tries anything to get his attention, even purrs but Dean only looks at you, while yout try so hard to not look at him.

Minutes turn into two hours and still you didn’t talk to Dean. He’s busy talking to Lisa, touching her arm or leaning closer so you keep your distance, telling yourself to not look at him again.

“What’s wrong between you and Dean?” Sam breaks the silence and you look at your shoes, sniffling.

“Nothing, Sam. Everything is as it used to be. Nothing changed or will ever change.”

“Y/N? Just tell me what happened between you and my brother-in-law.” Jessica gently rubs your back as you watch Lisa kissing Dean’s cheek before she turns her attention toward you, grinning.

“I need to use the bathroom.” Fleeing from Sam and Jess’s question and Dean getting back together with Lisa you enter the restrooms only to feel the cramps return.

Busy taking deep breaths you don’t hear Lisa entering the bathroom. “You should stop yearning for my Alpha, Beta scum. Dean would never waste his time with someone plain as you either way.” She spats and it feels like a stab to your heart.

“I didn’t…” Holding back the tears you want to get out of the bathroom, but Lisa grabs your arm, squeezing it tightly. “Keep your eyes and hands off my Alpha, slut. He doesn’t want a freak of nature. Betas are worthless to him, just like to me.”

“Dean is not like that…” You gasp and Lisa chuckles devilish.

“Awe poor little Beta girl so in love with a tall and handsome Alpha. You only can get plain and boring Betas, what a pity. Dean told me he never liked you, only accepted you as you are Sam’s friend. Don’t believe he gives a shit on you…” Breaking out of Lisa’s grip you can’t hold back the tears any longer.

Sight blurred you run toward the front door, not caring about Sam, Jessica or Dean calling your name. You have to get away as fast as possible, so you want to call a cab the moment you out of Sam’s house.

“Y/N!” Sam is running after you and you start dashing toward the street. Not watching your steps, you trip over your feet. Cursing you try to get up only to groan in pain.

“God, Y/N. Did you hurt yourself?” Dean is runs to your side, trying to help you get up but the pain in your abdomen gets worse and you slap his hand away.

“Don’t touch me, I’m only Beta scum to you. Thanks for sending Lisa to clarify we are not even friends. You only accepted me as Sam is my friend, classy. You could’ve told me so…” Letting Sam help you up you wipe your knees, cursing as your feel a bruise forming.

“I don’t understand, Y/N.” Dean whines. He’s kneeling to check on your knee as Lisa calls his name, obviously annoyed.

“She told me everything, Dean. No need to act as if we are friends in front…god…” Clutching your stomach you groan in pain. Only seconds later you feel dizzy so you grab Dean’s jacket to steady your body.

“Is something wrong?” Worriedly touching your forehead Dean can feel you have a high fever.

“I don’t feel good…Sammy. I think…” Slumping against Dean’s chest you lose consciousness and the tall Alpha must pick you up to carry you into Sam’s house.

“Aw…does she play sick?” Lisa coos but Dean doesn’t react. He doesn’t hear anyone asking what’s wrong, all he can think about is you in his arms.

“Shut up, Lisa. Out of my house and you better not come back. I tried to be a good neighbor, just like Jessica and Dean but this is my house and Y/N is my best friend. I will not allow you to talk low about her, her presentation or anything else.” Sam raises to his full height, intimidating the small Omega he points toward the door. “Ten seconds Lisa or I will kick you out.”

“Alpha…” Jessica gently grabs Sam’s hand, purring to calm her angry mate. “Let Dean take care of Y/N. I think he knows best what to do.”

Sam is confused, not knowing why his brother should be able to help you better than he can. “Why?”

“Sam, I think…” Jessica whispers something in Sam’s ear and the tall Alpha gulps hard.

“You sure? I mean…is that even possible…?” Sam’s eyes search his fiancé’s face as she gives him an assuring smile. “I’m sure, Sam. Now let’s eat some cake and Dean will make sure Y/N feels better…soon…”

“In my house…” Gasping Sam whines but Jessica pats his hand. “Better under our roof than in his backseat…”

Dean is checking your fever, purring he can’t think straight, too busy being concerned about your condition he paces around the room.

Your whimpers catch his attention as you start wiggling onto the bed. Your hands are shaking but you try to get out of your clothes. “Hot…why am I so hot…”

Body on fire and a bubbling feeling in your belly you look at Dean with darkened eyes and a purr escapes your lips. The Alpha’s posture changes as he rushes toward the bed. One knee pressed into the mattress he leans over your heated body to inhale your scent deeply.

“Smells so good, Omega…” Dean purrs against your throat and you gasp when his tongue laps at your neck. Tasting your skin, the Alpha moves one hand to your blouse, hastily unbuttoning the fabric. “Mine…”

“Dean…what’s wrong?” Crying out in pain you grab his biceps, squeezing it hard enough to make the Alpha groan. “You’re mine…finally…”

Voice low, eyes darkened Dean covers your body with his to sniff at your neck once again. While you don’t understand what’s going on Dean rips your blouse open, causing the remaining buttons to fly across the room.

“What?” Dean doesn’t answer too busy burying his head between your breasts.

Your hand's tugs at his hair when he starts suckling one nipple into his mouth.

“Dean…”

“Mine, my Omega. I want to knot you, to breed you…make you mine…” Gasping you let Dean open your pants to shove them down your legs, along with your panties.

A strange scent fills your senses and you purr at the feeling of Dean’s lips traveling down our body to leave open-mouthed kisses.

“I’m not…god…” Rough hands spread your legs open and you can barely protest before Dean’s tongue and lips feast at your heated flesh. “It feels…”

“I know what you need. You presented and this is your first heat. I can barely think straight as you drown me in your scent.” Nipping at your clit Dean shoves three thick fingers into you, curling his digits to prepare you for his knot.

“I can’t be…” Crying out in pleasure you look at Dean between your legs, shaking your head. “How can I be an Omega? I’m twenty-eight, Dean…”

“Late bloomer, Sweetheart. Now let your Alpha take care of you. I should spank your ass for running away and hiding for so many weeks, but this must wait for now…” Dean’s eyes never leave your bare form as he strips his clothes off before he finally remembers to lock the door.

“Alpha…” Calling Dean by his presentation let the Alpha growl in response his eyes fixated on your exposed sex he licks his lips.

“I want you to present for me like a good Omega, Y/N. Now…” His voice goes straight to your core and you roll onto your stomach while you try to remember what you learned at school about Omegas. “Such a good girl I have…”

You never were someone liking praises but hearing Dean calling you his good girl makes you gasp. All you can think of is the Alpha crawling onto Sam’s guest bed to move his hands over your skin.

“Gonna knot you good, make you mine. I’ll never let you run out on me again. You’re my Omega.”

Dean is gripping your thighs, rutting his aching cock against your ass. There’s a need in you making you wiggle in his grip to get his dick inside you but his hands tighten the hold on you.

“Relax, Sweetheart. I’m going to give you all you need, Y/N. Just tell me you want this with me.” Dean slides his cock through your folds, waiting for your consent.

“Please…Alpha…” You’re full a second later. Hands fisting the sheets you cry out at the wide stretch. “So good…”

A proud smile on his lips Dean slowly starts thrusting into you. He knows you are not used to an Alpha cocks size so he tries to make you feel comfortable before his knot spreads you out.

“Taking me so good for your first time, Y/N. I know I’m bigger than the other men you had.” Whimpering you try to keep yourself upright but Dean starts moving faster, pumping into you with hard strokes.

Falling to your arms you moan when Dean slides deep enough into you to hit your cervix. Just now you realize he didn’t use protection and you know there’s a high-risk Dean gets you pregnant during your heat.

“Dean…condom…” panting you look over your shoulder but the Alpha is pounding you harder, slamming his hips into your rear.

“Gonna breed you.” Snarling Dean smirks at your shocked expression. “I want you round with my pups, Baby. Always dreamed of having you this way…”

Mewling at his words you start to meet his thrusts, causing Dean to let a feral growl out at the feeling of your tight heat rubbing against his shaft.

“Come for me…” Head buried in the pillow you cry out the moment you feel Dean’s cock swell. Panicked you feel the Alpha shoving his dick deeper into you, stilling as you pulse around him.

“Dean…” Bucking into you Dean let out a loud grunt, followed by your presentation as his cum makes your belly bulge.

Exhausted you fall onto the bed and Dean covers your sweaty body with still cumming deep inside of you.

You are shaking and panting when Dean moves your hair aside to lick your neck.

“Mine…” High on hormones, the Alpha sinks his teeth into your neck, marking you as his Omega as he wanted for months.

“Alpha…”

Waking up in Sam’s guest room, curled into Dean’s side you feel two strong arms holding you in a tight grip.

“Mine…” Dean growls hearing the door open.

Sam is poking his head in, followed by Jessica, trying to find out if you are feeling better but Dean won’t have it. In a split-second, he covers your body with his larger one, not letting anyone get close to his newly mated Omega.

“Go away…” Licking your claiming mark Dean snarls against you and Sam walks backward to leave the room.

“Does she need anything? How’s the mark?” Jessica asks but Dean won’t answer. Licking your neck he purrs against you, not caring Jessica can see his bare ass.

“Dean, she needs food, water and we need to check the mark. I’m no threat. Sam is gone, okay. Calm down, Dean. We all know she’s yours…”

“Mine…”

“Dean?” Confused you move your arms around his back to gently stroke his skin. The Alpha leans into your touch, purring against your throat to approve your actions.

“I’ll bring some food, water, and a first aid kit and place it in front of the door. You only have to pick it up, Dean. I’m glad you claimed your mate…” Silently closing the door Jessica smiles at her Alpha. “They mated…”

“Good…uh…does she need anything?” Sam is still confused about your presentation and the fact his brother just mated with you in his guest room.

“She’s got her mate, I’ll bring her everything else…”

Three days later Dean finally let you out of the room. Between knotting, licking at your neck and holding you tightly he barely slept.

“This feeling, it’s odd.” Shyly glancing at the mark at your neck you smile when Dean tilts his head to kiss it softly.

“It’s our bond, Y/N. Nothing Lisa said is true. I barely slept since the moment you left. I never wanted to reject you, but I was afraid to hurt you sooner or later. I always wanted you, Beta or not…”

“I guess I’m unbeta’d now…” Chuckling you meet Dean’s eyes in the mirror. The Alpha nods eagerly, nipping at your neck once again.

“So, you’re car broke down and you let someone else look under Betsy’s hood? I’ll have a serious conversation with you back at home.” Dean mutters as he leads you out of Sam’s house. There’s a dirty grin all over his face and you know he wants to spank your ass as he threatened.

“I had no choice, Alpha…” Your eyes drift toward Deans Impala and your features darkened. Lisa is leaning against the car, glaring at you as Dean is holding your hand to lead you toward his car.

“Does the Beta scum need a ride home?” She mocks.

Dean wants to say something, but you let go of his hand to lunge forward, slapping Lisa’s cheek hard.

“Keep your mouth shut and your hands, along with your eyes off my mate. You look at him, you lose your teeth, bitch. Now fuck off and don’t you dare to touch his car ever again.” Lisa turns pale at the sight of Deans' mark at your neck.

“You’re an Omega?”

“Doesn’t matter, Lisa. I would’ve chosen Y/N over you anytime. Beta, Omega…I don’t care. I love her and she loves me. Now get lost I need to bring my girl home and take her hard on every surface in my house, maybe even in my car on our drive back.”

Dean gives you a cocky grin as he opens the door for you. “We’ll see, Alpha…”

“Tomorrow I’ll pack your stuff and you move into my house. My Omega won’t sleep in another bed than mine from now on.” Dean purrs and you fist his shirt to bring him down for a kiss.

“I love you…” Breathing the words against Dean’s lips your shiver when he returns your words. “Love you too…”

All Lisa can do is watching Dean and you drive away while Sam slings one arm around his mate, purring. “I think our pack just got bigger…”

“I guess in nine months it will become even bigger.” Jessica leans into Sam’s embrace, gently stroking her belly.

“Can’t wait to see Dean turning full daddy hearing his mate is expecting…” Sam smirks devilishly as he leads Jessica back into the house.

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My Bride Girl

Bucky Barnes x Huntress! Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to take the next step in your relationship. The only problem is- he gotta ask your two brothers for your hand. And, of course, actually ask you to marry him. Not the easiest tasks in the world. 

Warnings: fluff, swearing, Avengers x Supernatural crossover, implied smut

Word Count: 2293

A/N: New part is here (*read in sing-song voice*). I’m sorry it took me so long, but there was a lot on my table. Hope you’ll enjoy this little something where the brothers are a little more in the front than in the previous parts. Let me know what you guys thought.

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The whole idea suddenly seemed unnecessary and slightly insulting to Bucky. He was sitting in the bunker, his arms folded over his chest, patiently waiting till your brothers finished their research and they could fully concentrate on what Bucky wanted to ask them.

Bucky thought of asking for your hand many times in the 6 months you two have lived together. There were days that he thought that it was the fucking 21st century and that you were your own woman and he didn’t need permission to “own” you. He wouldn’t own you. You’d still be very much your own person, but if he were lucky enough, you’d decide to spend your independent life with him.

And then there were the other days. Those days he thought about his own upbringing and how it would have been unheard of, were he to propose to you without talking to either your father or your brother. He would have brought disgrace to both your families, and just the thought sent shivers down his spine. He didn’t want that. Not now, not ever.

But when he decided to actually go with the plan and talk to your two terrifying brothers, the notion of their scariness seemed to have vanished from his mind. He now knew them as two cool dudes who drank beer with him and talked monsters. But Bucky knew deep down that if anything happened to you, and it was, for some reason, his fault, both Dean and Sam would hunt him down and kill him. Slowly and painfully. Dean made that much clear when they last had this type of conversation.

So now, sitting in the bunker with you still in New York, unaware of this suicidal mission of Bucky’s, he grew slightly worried. What if the brothers didn’t want him in the family? What if they actually said no to him? What would he do next? He couldn’t not marry you, that notion was as unimaginable as breathing without oxygen. Nope. He couldn’t lose you, and definitely not because your brothers said so.

Bucky could feel himself spiralling, and wished you were there with him. You always knew when he was beginning to feel this way, and you had your ways of calming him down by a stroke on his hand or a gentle whisper to his ear. But he didn’t have you there, and he began to regret it.

Before he could have a full-blown panic attack, Sam and Dean came into the room. They were both smiling at him, and it made Bucky feel a little better about the whole situation.

“So, you said you wanted to talk, some shit with a mission or something?” Dean smiled friendly at Bucky.

Bucky shook his head and accepted the beer Dean was offering him.

“Nah, Earth’s safe for a little while, at least. There’s another thing that I kinda need to talk to you two about. It’s about Y/N,” Bucky said and could sense the change of atmosphere in the room. Both brothers sat up a little straighter, and their hands gripped the bottles just a tiny bit tighter.

“Yeah? And what about Y/N?” Sam asked cautiously.

“If you thinking about breaking up with her and came to ask if it was a good idea, so help me Chuck, Bucky,…” Dean didn’t finish the sentence, just staring at Bucky intently.

“What?” Bucky almost shrieked. “No, Christ no. That’s not it. Quite the opposite, actually. I came here to ask you for her hand. Not like, you own her, and now I want to own her kind of way. More like, I love her, and I know you two love her and I thought that I would love to have your blessing to go with it. Because your sister is amazing, and I cannot imagine my life without her in it, and I want to make it as official as possible,” Bucky breathed out, not really sure what reaction he should prepare himself for.

A long silence followed. Bucky could see the brothers sharing a long look, their eyes perching up and down. They obviously had one of their famous eye-conversation that Bucky heard so much about, and he would give anything to be in their heads at that moment.

“You promise to cherish and protect her? To love her even when she has one of those bitchy moods? To be with her no matter what the situation is?” Dean asked Bucky with a slight edge to his tone. Bucky couldn’t decipher what the tone was, but that wasn’t important. They weren’t saying no. Not an obvious one at least.

“Yes, yes, I promise all those things. I wish nothing more than to protect her and to love her the best I can. And although I know it might not be enough at times, I’ll try and be better for her. Because she deserves the world, and I intend on giving it to her,” Bucky said with a small smile on his lips, because he remembered your sweet smile and your pretty face, and he truly couldn’t wait to be by your side again.

The brothers shared a brief look again, and when they both looked at Bucky, he suddenly understood what the edge in Dean’s voice was before. It was the utter love your brothers had for you, and the feeling that you were all grown-up now, ready to start a whole new chapter on your own.

Sam and Dean stood up before they reached Bucky, who also stood up immediately. They brought him in a bear hug, patting his back and grinning like two idiots.

“Good, welcome to the family, Barnes. You’re not getting rid of us now,” Sam hollered, and Bucky had to laugh at the two of them. They were idiots, but truth be told, in those months that Bucky dated you, he grew to like and respect your brothers, so it brought him immense joy to know that they supported him.

Now, the “easier” part was ahead of him. He had to actually propose to you.

2 weeks later

You were getting ready for a dinner date with Bucky, trying to look your prettiest, because he told you to get all dolled up. You were excited because you loved getting ready for him- all pretty dresses and even prettier lingerie always made him all giddy and horny. You knew Bucky loved you without all the make-up and dresses on as well, but sometimes it was nice and even beneficial for your relationship to put a little extra care in.

You wore a black bandage dress with matching stilettos, while your make-up was on point with your favourite red lipstick applied perfectly, making your lips look juicy and all kissy-kissy. You just knew Bucky would groan at the sight of you, he always did when you dolled up for him.

There was a time when you had to attend one of Tony’s parties, and Bucky got so horny and bothered in your shared apartment, that you two arrived two hours late to the event. Needless to say, the lipstick on Bucky’s white-collar shirt was proof enough of what the two of you were doing.

When you heard the light knock on your bedroom door, you smiled at yourself to the mirror and revealed a perfectly looking Bucky behind the door.

“Well, look at yourself, Mr Handsome. I’m one lucky lady, aren’t I?” You smirked eyeing Bucky up and down like he was a candy. And, truth be told, he really was a fucking candy. Your favourite one, even.

Bucky just blushed a little before he noticed just how good you looked. You could see his pupils dilating ever so slightly before he grabbed you and kissed your cheek, mindful of your freshly applied lipstick.

“I wanna see it smeared all over your face by the end of the night, doll,” he growled into your ear, and before you could come up with something funny, he dragged you out of the room.

“Where are you taking me, Buck?” You asked with a smile, but the response never came. He just looked at you with mischief playing in his eyes and led you to the elevator. He pressed the button that led to the roof, and your frown increased. But you didn’t want to ruin the surprise he obviously prepared for you, so you stayed quiet, nibbling on your lower lip to relieve yourself of the slight anxiety you were feeling.

When the elevator finally stopped with a halt, you took a deep breath before you looked at Bucky. To your surprise, he was already watching you with a smile on his lips. He took your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it lightly while still maintaining an eye-contact with you.

It was your turn to blush, the tingling in your cheek heating up your whole face. You reciprocated the smile and followed Bucky to the roof.

You took a look around, and you could see why Bucky was so secretive, where he’d normally tell you all his plans without you even asking. The roof looked like something from a movie. There was a table in the middle, with a lit candle being the only source of light on the whole surface. It made it all a little more romantic.

Bucky led you to the table, letting you sit first before you grabbed his own chair to sit opposite of you. You could see a tray next to the table with various foods and beverages, but the most prominent was the bottle of champagne on ice.

“What is the occasion, love? We don’t usually drink champagne on a Friday night,” you said, trying to hide your nerves.

“Just wanted to have a nice dinner with my best girl, anything wrong with that?” Bucky asked with a laugh and poured you champagne, right after he put a slice of your favourite pizza on your plate.

You ate while chatting comfortably, laughing at stupid things just like you always did, but you could feel Bucky was nervous for some unknown reason. You tried to get it out of him a few times during the dinner, but he would always shake his head and tell you that it was nothing, that he wasn’t nervous at all.

You wanted to be your sarcastic self, but you surpassed these urges for the sake of the night. You could see he gave the whole dinner a lot of thought and you didn’t want to ruin it by your snarky comments. So you just nodded your head at him and let him be nervous on his own.

When you finished your desserts, you shared a moment of comfortable silence, before Bucky excused himself and ran somewhere behind you. You didn’t want to be too curious or sneaky, so you kept staring forward, enjoying the view at the whole city in front of you.

When you felt movement beside you, you turned your head only to find Bucky next to you. On one knee.

“What-what are you doing, Buck?” You asked, shaking.

“Shh, let me say it, doll. I love you more than anything in this world, Y/N. I knew from the moment I saw you were something else. You are the most badass woman I’ve ever met, you’re beautiful, smart, caring, and, for some reason that I still can’t figure out, you’re with me. And I can’t imagine a moment you won’t be next to me, so I thought I’d go for it. I want to spend the rest of our lives making sure you’re loved and cherished and that you’ve got everything you ever needed. You’re my everything, and I’ll make sure you know it. So, Y/N (Y/M/D) Y/L/N, would you do me the honour and become my wife?” Bucky said, tears welling up in his eyes.

You, however, were full-on crying by now. You never knew you could be this happy, especially with a man. You thought you were destined to end up alone because there wouldn’t be a man crazy enough to date a huntress. But here you were, with the love of your life on his knee, asking you to be his forever. There was only one answer on your mind.

“Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes. James Buchanan Barnes, I would love nothing more than being yours forever,” you said through the sobs escaping your lips.

Bucky laughed out loud and put the ring on your shaking fingers with his not-less shaky hands. He then jumped up to bring you in for a kiss, suddenly not caring that your lipstick would be everywhere.

You were pretty sure that the wetness on your cheeks were tears combined from the both of you, and the more your heart swelled. Bucky wanted it as much as you did. And you would really spend the rest of your lives together. Then a thought occurred to you. You pulled away from him, and Bucky had a questioning look on his face.

“Did you talk to my brothers?” You asked, doubt laced in your tone.

Bucky laughed and pecked your lips again. “Of course, wouldn’t dare not to ask them. Can you imagine the scene those two would cause if I didn’t come to them first?”

You laughed out loud and hugged Bucky closer. You were beyond with happiness. You kissed Bucky again, letting all those emotions you weren’t able to verbalise just yet seep through the kiss.

When you pulled away, you had a devilish smirk on your face, and Bucky swallowed heavily.

“So, want to smear that lipstick all over, future husband?”

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Boats And Ships (2)

 ~After being separated with your best friend, him going into Gryffindor and you go into Slytherin, following your family, you dont talk like you used too, until one day something in you snapped, you feel anger and hatred for everything but one.

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I sat on my bed with my knees pressed against my chest, looking at the grey sweater that sat across from me, laying on my chair. Unsure of what to do, giving it back to Dean and never talking again, not talking about the sweater and waiting for him to ask or just straight up talk to him.

“Hey Rey we’re gonna be late to class,” Draco mumbled barging into the room. “Bloody hell you're not even dressed, what are you doing?” his eyes landed from me, bouncing onto the sweater. “Oh it’s been a week, we have better things to worry about then this stupid sweater,”

I stood up from my bed and grabbed my rob and took the apple from Draco hand. “The apple, it was the apple that was hexed for your information Draco, someone's hexed my apple I ate, because it was the only thing I ate that day,” In my head I sounded crazy but I felt excited and smart. I walked out of my room with my books, Draco following behind me.

“The apple?” He paused for a second. “Makes sense, but it wasn’t Crabbe or Goyle, their brains are as empty as a stick,” I chuckled opening the common room door.

“Draco!” Pansy Parkinson shouted as we came face to face, she stood at the top of the stairs as I stood at the bottom. “Your gonna be late for class, what are you thinking?” She asked prancing down, walking right passed me, I slipping around looking at the pair.

“Hey Pansy walk with us,” Draco winked tossing his arm over Pansys shoulder, I stood on the other side of him. “I need to learn a hex quickly, I wanna get longbottom back for laughing at me in potions, you got anything that?” 

I quickly caught onto Draco plan but stayed quiet. 

“Yeah yeah actually I do, what has longbottom done this time, i’ve heard some nasty rumors about his family,” Pansy cackled making me roll my eyes at her.

“I’ll find you later Pansy, thank you, see you in class, Rey and I just got to talk,” Draco's arm went from Pansy to me, dragging both of us into the completely wrong direction.

“I can’t believe Pansy would think of hexing me, she’s totally jealous,” I rolled my eyes once more leaning against Draco as we walked.

“We’re getting her back, no one hexes my best friend and gets away from it,” He paused for a moment taking a breath. “Anyways, Pansy isn’t my type, she’s to stuck up and bitchy for my liking,”

“Yeah I can tell,” I chuckled forgetting about class and just walking down the halls with Draco, without a care in the world.

“Oi Rey can we talk!” Dean Thomas, the boy that lived in my head almost rent free shouted, not sure how fast I turned around to look at him but Draco sured noticed.

“Draco i’ll find you later in class okay,” I gave him a small smile, his voice showing annoyance but I shook my head and he walked away without saying anything which was a first. “Hi Dean,” I nervously said rubbing my neck.

“How are you feeling? Pomfrey said someones hexed you pretty badly,” Dean asked, surprising me in many ways.

“Yeah i’m doing fine, Pansy had hexed the apple I was eating,” I shrugged my shoulders not even caring. “If I knew I was gonna see you today I would have brought you sweater back,” I rubbed the back of my neck a bit more, feeling nervous.

“Keep it, I have tons,” Dean paused with a smile on his face. “I could walk you to class if you’d like, since there's a killer on the loose no one should be walking alone,”

I smiled knowing what Dean was doing and completely in love with it. “I would love that,” Dean grabbed my bag before I could and swung it over his shoulder. “I missed you,” 

“I missed you too Reyna,” Dean whispered tossing his arm over my shoulder and pulling me in closer to him. As we walked, the both of us had gotten looked, a gryffindor and Slytherin walking around, hand over another and looking cheerful was not a common thing in this school. But Dean didn’t seem to care and neither did I.

“I’ll see you in next class, potions with snape, your favorite,” Dean teased moving his arm off me. “See you later,” I watched the curly haired boy walk away, just watching him with a grin on my face.

“I have never seen you smile like that before,” Draco mumbled grabbing my colar and dragging me in class. “You look like a fool,”

“Shut it Malfoy,” I snapped sitting down in my seat, ready to see with McGonagall had for us today, “Your the one who looks like a fool,”

“Shut it you two,” McGonagall snapped turning around. “All you two do is bicker whenever you walk into my class, enough, open your books,” Ever book in the room opened up to a certain page. 

“What are we doing today?” Cedric Diggory asked, looking at McGonagall then down at her book. “Awesome turning things into pigs,”

“You’re always halfway there,” Draco whispered to me, I looked at him shoving him a little two hard, before he could fall out of his chair his arm grabbed my wrist and we both fell to the ground.

“Detention, the both of you,” Mcgonagall yelled walking over to the two of us that laid on the floor. “I expect to see the both of you tonight,”

I turned my head over to Draco, shaking my head, shoving him again and helping myself up, for the rest of the class I stayed silent, the both of us did, doing our work and not talking to each other.

“Have a good day everyone,” Everyone gathered out of the classroom, Draco and I the last ones walking out at the same time. “See you both tonight,” I rolled my eyes.

“That was your fault,” Draco mumbled hitting my shoulder.

“You shouldn’t have called me a pig,”

“Pig,”

“Stupid,”

“Asshole,”

“This is why we’re friends,” I let out a low life turning to Draco. “Thanks for the detention,”

“Anytime Rey,” Draco wrapped his arms around me and we made up on the stop, like we normally do, everytime something happened, we could never stay mad at eachother.

“You two gonna show up to my class today?” Draco and I both turned around and looked at Professor Lupin who stood in the hallway behind us, with his arms class looking unamused. “Haven’t seen you two for a while, good to know you both are alive,”

“Hello professor,” I said with a smile. “Unsure, we haven’t decided yet,” Draco chuckled at my words leaning against me.

“Unless you two want double detention, i’ll see you in class after lunch,” Before Draco and I could protest Professor Lupin turned the corner.

“Double detention, who does he think he his,” Draco mumbled turning around, connecting my arm and bringing me with me. “My father will here about this,”

I smiled shaking my head. “Your father hears about everything, come on, I wanna get potions over with,”

Draco and I walked down the dungeon stairs happly, forgetting about Professor Lupin and walking into potions, our smile fading away with the sight of Professor Snape sitting at his desk.

“Open your pages to 342,” Snape said with no tone in his face, his eyes pinne at Draco and I who fumbled into the class. “You both better have a good excuse on why you’re late,”

I looked at Draco and then back at Snape. “Professor Lupin was talking to us, sorry won’t happen again,” I raised my hands in the air making a face and sitting down, Snape was about to say something, leaning up in his chair but leaned back down.

“Geez, your really going for a third detention now Rey,” Draco snickered making me let out a low laugh as we opened our books, reading about the potion we were going to be brewing that day.

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As we pick up the thread of our Re-Watch Ramblings, I’m glad to get here because in my opinion, S2 is the most perfect season in every sense and each episode is just brilliant. I watched Blood Lust once more and find that I need to ramble about some stuff. As usual, my posts are more visual but this time there’s some meta too, inspired by some of the scenes.

We come to this episode having watched Everybody Loves a Clown. Firstly, I’m at a loss to understand why Sam’s hair is a disastrous fail in ELaC! He’s probably too deep in mourning and in his frustrated attempts to get through to his stubborn brother to pay attention to it, that’s the only reason I can think of. So the changed hairstyle in Blood Lust actually is a relief. Sammy looks more like Sam here – all mature, logical and compassionate.

The first scene (after the cold open) is the iconic newly fixed Baby roaring down the highway to the heady Back In Black. Dean is euphoric and all pumped up, a stark contrast to how we saw him at the end of ELaC – furious, sardonic and smarting. Sam also looks too happy to get this version of Dean and comments on his good mood.

Dean’s reply had me faltering – your car and a case? Aren’t you forgetting the most important thing, Dean? But then I realized this is still the tentative and wary Dean, unsure of Sam staying for the long haul. Also, despite all the lingering looks and crackling tension, we’re yet to witness the first bro hug. It is only in S8 that Dean comes up with this statement:

Of course, it’s another matter that Sam right then decides to get bitchy and ruin Dean’s moment. Early S8 was inexplicably weird and painful! ‘Sacrifice’ was decidedly well deserved and earned by (Wincest and bibro) fans for putting up with so much heartache.

Coming back to Blood Lust, we see the brothers floundering in the aftermath of John’s death and the deadly secret that’s consuming Dean. There are heated exchanges and blows. The events that transpire in the episode are effectively summarized by @my-sherlock221b in addition to capturing Dean’s ethereal beauty. I’ll just add three visual points.

Gordon brings up John in their first conversation and the boys look at him with varied expressions. Dean looks taken aback and maybe a little hopeful? Of learning something new about John from an outsider? Sam is more sceptical and dubious, as he is throughout the episode.

Then the vampire killing scene – Dean’s dead and glazed expression and Sam’s alarm and discomfort mixed with concern for his brother’s mental state.

Finally, we come to another visually striking scene at the end of the episode and there’s a shift in the dynamic. Dean is apologetic and reflective and broody while Sam shrugs it off and offers gentle comfort and his mantra of choice being most important. The brothers are slowly getting on the right path for reconciliation and harmony.

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OkaDean looked at Ellie not bothering to hide his annoyance. If she wanted to act bitchy, so be it. He had tried to give her a nice Valentine’s day, but all of it had gone to hell when Sam had called him for help and yeah, he should’ve told her, but he had been in a rush- being late had messed up their reservation for the night, so they had just decided to crash in the first bar they had seen. Dean had noticed how talking about ganking monsters wasn’t a great conversation starter, and Ellie was surely bitter about it. And their ruined Valentine’s. And him not being a great boyfriend in general, apparently.

“I didn’t say that. I just-” We should be another happy couple, he almost wanted to say. A part of him always envied those couples making out on Valentine’s, being obnoxiously happy- he had never been part of that world except for now. But it sucked. “You already told me I ruined Valentine’s. I don’t expect a consolation prize. And I never expected to win boyfriend of the year, you know, if I wanted to spend Valentine’s as single I would be doing so.” He looked around in the bar looking at the couples- and the singles just hitting on the hot girls, like he would’ve done- “You our of all people should understand me. But if me trying to make things sound alright bothers you, then I’m done doing that.” He also grabbed his glass- his second drink as well- and took a long sip. Maybe she’d stand up, leave, and they’d call it off. Going back to that familiar emptiness, aftter all.

“can we at least pretend to be happy tonight?” -ddriverpcksthemusic (Dean) V-Day ♥

Ellie stared at Den for a long moment before finishing her drink. Her second already that night. She put the glass down and leaned back on her chair. “Sure we can pretend anything you want. We are good at that after all. Pretending.” She glanced up at the man sitting across her. She started the night being all passive-aggressive and bitchy but now she had launched a full-on attack.  A part of hers understood and even appreciated that he was trying. Another part just wondered what was the point. And currently, the second part was winning. “I just don’t see the fucking point, Dean. Maybe if you have to try this hard for something, then it’s just not worth it.” 

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EAMON ELDRIDGE, 23                                      DADDY DUKE’S RELIABLE MOTORS

———————— “For someone with such an intense need to be liked you’d think I would have figured out how to be less of an asshole.”

On August 25th at 5am somewhere in Montana, at little boy was born. They named him Stella Eldridge. They looked down at their son and began to lay down the bright future they saw in store for him. He’d have his mother’s eyes and his father’s stubbornness. Mom always dreamed of raising a ballerina, so he’d take dance. Dad wanted a daughter with social skills, so he’d go to public school and summer camp. They’d raise him with love, and encourage him to follow his dreams. He’d be perfect and happy. They never dreamed that his name wasn’t the only expectation he couldn’t meet.

He started elementary school with a keen sense of pessimism. For the longest time, his life was mornings watching TLC with his mom and evenings playing with his hot wheels and weekends going to grandma’s house eating breakfast for dinner. Children his own age were unpredictable and elementary school offered an unwelcome break from routine. Each morning was met with protests and tears until eventually he grew accustomed to his new schedule. Once he accepted his fate, things began to fall into place.

He was never good at making friends. He wasn’t the type to say hi to strangers or go out of his way to talk to other kids. Luckily, there was a girl in his class who was. In second grade, she asked him to sit with her and her friends at lunch, and like magic, he found where he belonged. Suddenly, he had a group of friends that liked him simply because he was a part of 'them’. It was nice to have birthday parties to go to and people to play with at recess. Finally, school seemed to have a purpose!

On August 25th at 6pm at the dining room table, a little boy turned twelve. He only wanted two things for his birthday. First, he wanted music lessons; he wanted to play piano and guitar. Second, he wanted to be called Eamon; he found it in a baby naming book and when he whispered it to himself in front of the mirror, he felt whole. His parents balked at first, but they came around. They had once stood at a path that led to a beautiful, ballerina, and now they stood at the edge of the unknown.

Eamon always hated change and his mom was always trying to push him out of his comfort zone. Usually it was something as simple as switching from 1% milk to skim or making him go to yoga with her. If switching detergents was enough for Eamon to pitch a fit, moving to Arizona was the goddamn apocalypse. He didn’t care that his dad got a new job or that the dry air would be good for Grandma’s old bones. Eamon was old enough to start dreaming of his future and every plan he had involved him starting and finishing high school with the friends he’d known for years. His parents ripped this future away from him like rug beneath his feet. He was hereby sentenced to be 'The New Kid.’

No one can reject you if you reject them first. It didn’t matter if no one at school liked him as long as he didn’t like them first. Eamon set up the foundations for a fifty foot wall before the wheels of his flight even touched down. All the music he listened to was written by the misunderstood, and if he wanted to have deep, meaningful music too, he had to set himself up as a social pariah. On his first day of Freshman year, he wore all black and scoffed at anyone who dared to talk to him. If someone peaked his interest, he’d ask them about their taste in music, and if they gave a wrong answer, they’d be snubbed. Every one saw it but Eamon. He wasn’t 'misunderstood’; he was just an asshole.

Through the grace of some very patient (or at least very stubborn) people, Eamon managed to make a handful of friends in High School. Eamon was pissy and dramatic most of the time, even towards his closest of friends. However, his friends were the only ones close enough to see how deeply he cared about his friends, his music…everything. He was also fiercely loyal. Not that he’d ever be there when someone needed him; He was a huge flake and never kept his promises. Instead, his friends would always be his friends, no matter what they did or whether they felt the same way.

Eamon’s lyrical journals could stack from floor to ceiling in his bedroom. Each was filled from front to back with his neat handwriting expressing every feeling he’s had since seventh grade. At least half of it was incoherent ranting about mean teachers or dull schoolmates. His music painted someone who followed their dreams despite their insecurities. In his journals, Eamon would only give into the fear of failure for a few bars or a song. Eamon wrote each song with the hope that one day he’d write one about how far he’d come. Senior year, he packed up his journals into a box and set them on fire in his backyard.

After high school, Eamon disappeared. He cut off ties with everyone he knew without so much as a 'good-bye.’ He spent his life carrying his sense of superiority with him wherever he went, but now his dreams were sitting in the ashes of his inadequacy and everyone else was making steady steps towards their futures. Suddenly, Eamon’s entire life felt like a waste of time. There was no hope for someone unwilling to take a chance. Depression had deepened it’s claws in Eamon’s heart.

Grandma started getting really sick, so mom started reading the obituaries during morning coffee. She hoped to skim some inspiration on what to write when her mother passed. Eamon was hardly paying attention as she hummed and sighed sadly over those recently lost. It wasn’t until she gave a sharp gasp that he looked up from his own coffee and she gave him the news about Dean. That night he pulled out his guitar for the first time in months and tried to put words to how he felt. He felt like the loss of life deserved some sort of acknowledgement. It was the least he could do, but he couldn’t even write a song for a friend who had so much ahead of him. Dean was worth so much more than a dead end in his parents’ garage. He was worth so much more than Eamon ever was. Grandma made it through to the other side of her illness. The old broad still had years in her.

Eamon’s dad was disappointed. As far as he was concerned, somehow life had cheated him out of having a worthwhile daughter and landed him with a good-for-nothing son. He was tired of helping Eamon float through life with minimal effort. He reached out to an old friend, Duke Jackson, and struck a deal. Eamon was offered a job selling cars and his dad gave him an ultimatum. He’d work for Daddy Duke’s Reliable Motors and his dad wouldn’t stop paying his rent. What Eamon hated most about his new job was how good he was at it. He could fool people into thinking that he was charming and trustworthy all the while he was guiding them into buying a rotten lemon. No, he was wrong. What was worse was how much he liked doing it.

He checked his old facebook on a whim. After long days at work, when he felt nostalgic and wanted to prod at poorly healed wounds, he liked to look at old pictures and see what everyone was up to. No one had tried to contact him in years, so when he saw the little red notification, he thought it had to be a glitch or a mistake. He read the message with an invisible fist around his stomach. His friends were just more people he had grown to disappoint. Despite his fear of being rejection bubbling up, there was a part of him that wanted to see them again. He replied with two, simple words. “I’m In.”

Eamon made a half-hearted attempt at college. He was a bright kid, graduated top ten without trying too hard, so he managed a full ride at ASU. He lasted one semester before depression made it too hard to leave his off-campus apartment and he dropped out. 

Once upon a time, Eamon dreamed of being a singer/songwriter. However, fairy tales have this tendency of being complete fiction. Plans didn’t really pan out. His dad set him up for a one-time gig writing a witty jingle for a used car lot to play at the end of a commercial that would play in between segments of local news and weather. He didn’t expect to eventually be offered a job selling cars. Looking back, Eamon imagined that this was what his dad had planned all along. Now he works at Daddy Duke’s Reliable Motors pushing rotten lemons onto unsuspecting citizens who think they can spot a good deal when they see one. Eamon doesn’t really have a career goal anymore. Now, he’s just trying make bank. 

Eamon has a terrible sweet tooth. He’s obsessed with the sweet and the sour. He loves sour gummy octopuses and anything blue raspberry flavored.

Eamon might sell cars, but he can’t drive. He never got his license because he moved around the time he should have gotten his permit. He’s too lazy to deal with the beauracracy involved.

Eamon suffers from insomnia and has a hard time getting to sleep, but once he’s asleep, he has difficulty waking up.

As a kid, Eamon was really close with his grandmother, but she stopped talking to him after he came out as transgender. Eamon was disappointed but unsurprised.

Despite being so stingy about his music, he’s not actually that picky about the genre. He loves anything with lyrics he feels like he can relate too.

Eamon loves reality TV. He especially loves watching HGTV. There’s something satisfying about watching a rich, bitchy couple try and come to an impossible compromise over whether they should live in the city or the suburbs.

Eamon has two siblings.

Eamon’s near-sighted. He has glasses that he should wear, but he hates the way they look.

[midnightsilver]

I love how much depth there is to this interaction. Both actors put so much into a simple scene.

The first time I saw this I noticed the tension in the ‘joking’. Dean is being quite bitchy in this interaction but he using humour to try and cover it.

Look at the frown he starts with. One eyebrow raised in ‘mock’ surprise to show his disbelief. The Dimples of Discontent (™) and the tension in his mouth. He is not a happy camper and he wants Sam to know it.

Then he looks down and smirks as he says ‘Sam Winchester having trust issues with a demon’. He also shakes his head as he’s speaking, again demonstrating his disbelief. And the only reason he uses Sam’s last name is to mock him. It’s a title: ‘the great Sam Winchester.’ Dean is still very bitter about the whole issue. There is no real humour in his face. And the lack of eye contact is telling. When Dean is honestly joking he maintains eye contact to take in Sam’s reactions. Even if he glances away with a guilty expression he looks back after to check if he sold it to Sam. Here he knows he is hurting Sam and he only looks up briefly to accuse and then away from the reactions.

The ‘smile’ that he then gives Sam to show that he is ‘only joking’, is totally flat and dead. In the gif you get an impression of a smile but if you look at the Still there is hardly anything there. There is no humour in his eyes at all.

And he can’t resist adding the ‘better late then never’ that totally gives lie to the joke. Plus again he can’t maintain eye contact and shakes his head while speaking.

Sam actually takes it with a lot more grace then I would have in the situation but his ‘thank you for your continued support’ is clearly mocking. And he does a little grimace/swallow before he speaks because that whole ‘joke’ hurt. A lot. But he has to brush it off as if it was just the joke it barely masqueraded as.

But what makes this classic brother banter is the bottle clink at the end

The ‘cheers’ shows that even through their disagreements they are still in it together. Their motions are unconsciously in sync as the raise the bottles to drink. They might hold grudges like any brothers, and know what buttons to push to rile each other up ( *cough* and be a bitch because they don’t know how to deal with emotions like an adult *cough* Dean *cough*) but despite that it is still them together against the world.

Though it doesn’t stop Sam from shaking his head and grinning to himself as he drinks. Dean can be an arse and Sam knows it. But luckily he still loves his brother anyway 😋

(Personal Note: I love Dean with all my heart. Don’t at me because I called him a bitch. His emotional MO is repression, alcohol and denial. And sometimes that comes out as bitchyness... especially to those he loves most. But just like Sam, I sill love him anyway 😋)

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Classic brothers 😊