#jensen and casting

[hologramcowboy]

It looks like Amazon made good on their deal with Ackles and found him a series to lead. I was expecting him to get cast as a cop once more so I'm not surprised by the choice. Let's hope the series and his performance will bring a lot of success!

[inacatastrophicmind]

[strawlessandbraless]

Dean taking on the cw when he finds out Cas could have been balls deep in him instead of that rusty nail

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

It finally happened!

[bloodydeanwinchester]

Tracker 2x02 | Ontological Shock

[stella-grier]

Who misses these guys?

[destielette]

I don’t know what they meant but I immediately thought about this .

Dean? Castiel?

[billiewena]

if eric managed to get rob benedict to agree to play clones eating other's ass and alexander calvert to agree to having his dick exploded onscreen, then what the hell is he going to do famously unemployed mr. collins and mr. padalecki

[casdeanlosechester]

It's the look of love. It's the way Misha looks at Jensen like he wanted to write how much he adores Jensen using his eyes.

[hologramcowboy]

Hi there. I hope you’re having a good day. I just have a couple of thoughts to share.

I’m growing very weary of the The Boys promo and the cast (and Kripke) constantly giving the finger. I’m not really an overly prudish person, but I find the constant use of the hand gesture off-putting. And more than that, the fact that it’s still the main promo image go-to I find kind of sophomoric and old. And I’m kind of sick of seeing Jensen flipping people off with his “angry/agressive” look. It just vibes as disingenuous and trying to hard to be “edgy.” I feel like it doesn’t suit him.

Torally different thought: I’m happy to have the chance to see Jensen popping up in shows in the next year or so, but while Solier Boy was an entering character, I don’t feel like he exactly stretched Jensen that far. And he was a pretty terrible person. I’d sort of like to see Jensen play someone decent.

Do you think Countdown will give us the chance to see Jensen have a more nuanced role and bring something new to his character, or do you think we will be being Dean 4.0? I’d love to see him bring something more to the role even if he is playing a cop again.

If you had your ideal wish, what kind of role would you like to see Jensen in next?

Thank you for the beautiful questions.

I think Jensen is pretty set in his ways by now, he thinks the audience expects Dean so he gives them Dean. He’s stuck in a vicious circle and it’s up to him to break it. Actors get far by taking risks which is what I hope Jensen will do with his new character.

If I had my way, I’d love to see Jensen play a debonair film noir detective or a super trained modern spy. Or something along the lines of a rich vigilante. I’d even love to see him in an Indiana Jones type of role. I would also love to see him do a romantic comedy, the high quality kind, kind of a throwback to old hollywood Cary Grant or Gary Cooper. I’d love to see him play a dark villain in a thriller. I better stop here because my list is probably neverending. 😂

As for the infamous TB flipping the bird gesture, I couldn’t agree more, it’s beyond tacky and has gotten way old by now, plus it sends such a negative message out into a universe that more than ever needs to be lighthearted.

[inacatastrophicmind]

Jensen, control your face

[strawlessandbraless]

The fact that this could either be nothing or huge

See on Twitter

[pinchcinnamon]

i see no difference

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

me too 🥲

[lila-lou]

✨Talking you through✨

Summary: Jensen talking you through it. This is honestly just pure filth, no plot, lol.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language

Word Count: 1111

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. DISCLAIMER: Everything is purely fiction.

Jensen settled between your thighs, his hands framing your hips like he was grounding both of you and when he pressed the thick head of him against you…fuck.

You were so wet for him, beyond ready, but he was big. Bigger than you'd ever had. Bigger than your body knew what to do with.

The stretch was instant, overwhelming, your breath hitching, fingers curling tight into his arms as he pushed just barely inside.

Jensen stilled immediately, cursing quietly against your skin, his voice shaking. "Fuuuuck… baby, you're tight…", he whispered, pure awe, reverent. "So fucking tight around me".

You gasped softly, hips shifting on instinct but feeling him stretch you in a way that made your whole body shudder.

"You feel…", he groaned, voice rough, "like you were made for me".

He pressed another inch in, slow, patient, groaning every inch like it was the sweetest thing ever and torture combined.

"You can take it", he whispered against your cheek, his lips brushing your jaw, encouraging and wrecked all at once. "You're doing so good for me".

Every slow push in had you gasping, struggling to take him fully — your thighs trembling, fingers digging into his back.

"Relax, baby", he soothed, kissing you slow, full of heat and patience. "Let me in… just feel me… that's it… let me fill you".

He rocked his hips slowly, every inch sliding deeper, stretching you until your body finally gave in and welcomed all of him.

When he bottomed out, seated deep, thick and pulsing inside you, both of you stilled.

Breathing hard. Wrecked.

Jensen's forehead pressed against yours, eyes squeezed shut, like he was holding on by a thread. "That's it", he whispered, full of disbelief and pure devotion. "My good girl… takin' all of me".

Jensen stayed there, buried so deep inside you it felt like he was a part of you. His forehead pressed to yours, his breath coming in heavy, careful pulls against your lips. His hands were everywhere — smoothing up your sides, rubbing your hip, grounding you like he felt how overwhelmed you were.

You could feel the slight shake in his arms, in his control, like it was costing him everything not to move — not to just lose himself in you completely.

But fuck… he was patient.

“This okay?”, he whispered, so close his lips brushed yours. “Tell me, baby”.

You nodded, barely able to breathe. “Feels… so full”.

His soft, broken chuckle ghosted over your mouth, not teasing, but so full of warmth.

“You are full”, he whispered, kissing you slow, sweet. “You’ve got all of me, sweetheart… every inch”.

Your hands slid over his back, nails lightly tracing down the tense muscles there, feeling the way he shuddered under your touch.

“Can I move?”, he asked again, still asking, still careful even though you could feel him trembling from holding back.

“Yes…”, you breathed, voice barely there. “Please…”.

And fuck — that please… It wrecked him.

He kissed you once, hard, deep, almost like he needed your taste to anchor him, before pulling his hips back so, so slowly.

And the drag of him inside you, the stretch, the impossible pull, made you gasp, body clenching instinctively around him.

Jensen groaned low, deep in his throat, his control fraying instantly.

“Fuck…”, he hissed through gritted teeth. “Tightest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever felt…”.

He pushed back in just as slowly, his hands holding you steady, guiding your hips as if to help your body adjust to every deliberate, patient thrust.

And every slide of him made your breath catch harder. Made your thighs shake.

You couldn’t hold back the soft whimpers spilling from your lips, barely able to take him, but craving every second of it.

“Look at you”, Jensen groaned, barely pulling back to glance down between your bodies, watching the way he disappeared inside you like it undid him completely. “Takin’ me so well… stretchin’ so pretty around me…”.

You were so full of him.

Your body stretched tight around Jensen as he stayed buried to the hilt, barely breathing, his forehead pressed against yours, both of you shaking from just how deep he was inside you.

“Fuck”, he whispered, voice already wrecked, his hips still. “You feel that?”.

You nodded, breath caught in your throat, your legs wrapped around his waist like your body knew exactly where it wanted him. Where he belonged.

“I’m so deep in you, baby…”, he growled, pulling his hips back just an inch before pushing forward again — slow, smooth, dragging every thick inch through your soaked heat. “Fuck… you’re so tight”.

You whimpered, hands clutching his arms, nails digging in. He was stretching you in the most overwhelming, addicting way, like your body didn’t know how to handle all of him but never wanted to let go.

“That’s it”, he rasped, watching your face as he did it again, another deep, grinding thrust. “You like that? You like how full you are right now?”.

“Yes”, you gasped, your voice already breaking.

His grin was dark, cocky, but full of heat.

“You’re fucking dripping for me”, he whispered into your ear. “You hear that?”. He pulled back just enough so your soaked slick made the filthiest sound between you, and the groan that tore out of him was pure filth. “That’s all for me, isn’t it?”.

You nodded, breathless.

“Say it”.

“It’s for you”, you whispered, flushed and desperate. “I’m this wet for you, Jensen”.

That broke something in him.

He grabbed your hips, started moving a little faster now — not rough, not hard — just deeper. Thicker. Every thrust brushing your most sensitive spot, every drag of his cock through your soaked walls making your toes curl.

“Fuck, baby”, he groaned, eyes locked on yours, sweat on his brow. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you? Just from my cock. Just from me stretching this sweet little pussy”.

You whimpered, and that sound had him right there with you.

“Yeah, that’s right”, he growled, thumb reaching down to press tight circles on your clit, rubbing just how you needed it. “I can feel you clenching. You’re close”.

You were — every muscle in your body locked, breath coming in short, helpless gasps.

“Come on, sweetheart”, he whispered, thrusting deep, voice rough and low. “I want to feel it”.

You shattered.

A cry escaped your lips as you came hard around him, your body locking, your vision blurring and Jensen groaned like it destroyed him, like you falling apart on his cock was the most perfect thing he’d ever seen.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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[castielscaplan]

Jealousy (Dean W.)

Summary: You, Dean, and Sam are working a case that brings you to an old hunter hangout. While Sam grabs info, you run into an old friend—Caleb, a flirty, rugged hunter you used to run with before you joined the Winchesters. Dean watches from the bar.

WC: 794

Warnings: Jealousy, possessiveness

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The bar was loud, alive with the low hum of classic rock and the occasional clink of pool cues. You weren’t even looking for anyone when you heard it—

“Is that really you, sweetheart?”

You turned, and your breath caught. “Caleb?” you said, blinking. “Jesus, I thought you were dead.”

He gave a crooked grin, stepping in for a one-armed hug that lingered just a little too long. “You know me. Too stubborn for Hell, too pretty for Heaven.”

You laughed, relaxing into the familiar rhythm of someone who’d once been shoulder-to-shoulder with you in blood and fire. “What are you doing here?”

“Passing through. Working a case. But hell, you look good. I always told you the hunter life would never rough you up the way it did the rest of us.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. You didn’t notice the way his hand brushed your arm. Or the way his eyes dropped a little too long to your lips.

But Dean did.

From across the bar, he’d been watching. Still. Silent. His beer forgotten in his hand, mouth pulled into something tight and unreadable. Sam tried to get his attention twice—he didn’t flinch.

Your laugh, too light. Caleb’s fingers brushing your shoulder, too familiar.

Dean’s pulse throbbed behind his jaw.

Sam muttered under his breath, “Dean, don’t.”

But Dean was already moving.

You felt him before you saw him—heat, coiled and tense, stepping up behind you like a loaded gun.

“Everything good over here?” Dean’s voice came from just behind your shoulder. Low. Smooth. But his eyes locked on Caleb with something colder than steel.

You turned to face him, blinking. “Yeah, Dean. Caleb was just—”

“—telling her about the black dog nest in Tulsa,” Caleb said easily, tone a little too smug. “We handled worse back in the day, right?” He looked at you when he said it. Not Dean. And Dean noticed. Caleb smirked, adding, “She used to run with better partners.”

Dean’s head tilted just slightly, lips curling—but the smile never reached his eyes. “That right?” He stepped closer, and without asking, slid a hand around your waist. Not possessive. Claiming. The message was clear. She’s with me.

You stiffened slightly but didn’t pull away.

Caleb held his beer like a shield, glancing between you. “Didn’t realize I was interrupting.”

“You are,” Dean said flatly.

You cleared your throat, “Dean, come on—”

Dean’s fingers pressed just a little harder against your hip, pulling you in closer. His voice dropped an octave.

“He always touch you like that when you ran together?”

There was a tight, hard pause. Caleb gave a soft laugh and raised his hands in mock surrender. “Didn’t mean to step on any toes.”

Dean didn’t answer. Not with words.

Caleb lingered only a second longer before melting back into the crowd. Once he was gone, Dean’s hand didn’t move. If anything, it gripped tighter, like he wasn’t ready to let go.

You turned to him fully, your face still flushed. “What the hell was that?”

He didn’t flinch. “What do you think?”

“You jealous?”

He scoffed under his breath. “I’m not jealous.” You waited, but something flickered in his eyes. Not anger. Not exactly. “I’m possessive,” he added, lower. “Big difference.”

Your breath caught.

He stepped in close again, one hand still anchored at your waist, the other raising to brush hair from your cheek. “And I don’t like sharing.”

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The moment the door clicked shut behind you, you barely had time to exhale before Dean was on you.

He pressed you back against the door like gravity pulled him there, his hands braced on either side of your head. His eyes searched your face, fierce and unrelenting.

“You don’t get it,” he said. “I see some guy with his hands on you, laughing like he knows you, like maybe he had you—”

You swallowed hard. “He didn’t. Not like that.”

Dean’s jaw flexed. “Doesn’t matter. I still wanted to put him through a wall.”

You reached up slowly, fingers brushing his chest where his heart beat too fast.

“Why, Dean?”

He didn’t answer with words.

He kissed you instead. Hard. Desperate. Like he’d been holding back for weeks and just snapped the leash.

His hands dropped to your hips, gripping tight as he hauled you up, and you wrapped your legs around him without a second thought. He carried you across the room like it was nothing, dropping you onto the edge of the bed, following you down with a growl.

“I don’t care how many people you’ve known before me,” he whispered into your skin. “But I’ll be damned if anyone else touches you now.”

You breathed out, soft and shaken. “Then show me I’m yours.”

His eyes darkened. “Gladly.”

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