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SAM & DEAN WINCHESTER

Supernatural |

☆ S3 EP03 : Bad Day at Black Rock

☆ S7 EP14 : Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie

☆ S2 EP11 : Playthings

☆ S6 EP18 : Frontierland

insp. (x)

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nice pair of characters who trust each other more than anyone else in the whole entire world it would sure be a shame if one of them betrayed that trust for the sake of trying to keep the other alive. it would sure be a shame to love someone so much you destroy them

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SUPERNATURAL, Wendigo, 1.02 (dir. David Nutter)

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whenever i see people say “i’m watching (insert show name here) for the first time. which episodes should i skip?” i get so annoyed. NONE OF THEM. YOU ARE WATCHING THE SHOW FOR THE FIRST TIME. WHY ARE YOU SKIPPING EPISODES

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i am abandoning everyone ive ever known for a pious journey and also incest

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supernatural fans describing supernatural

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absolutely unbelievable we didn't get a bigfoot episode. dean would have been insufferable the entire time and i would have loved it

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for heather, never forget ♥

Dean had often wondered why, in over thirty-odd years of traveling the country, they never seemed to happen upon a case in one of the many beach towns scattered along America’s coastlines. Sam reckons it could have something to do with the abundance of atmospheric salt, but that’s just an educated guess at best. As it turns out, though, it doesn’t take anything more interesting than a run of the mill vengeful spirit to finally get them there.

It’s open and shut really, textbook salt and burn, taken care of before either of them even have a scratch on them and without so much as a whisper of involvement from local law enforcement. It’s so simple, in fact, that Sam suggests they stick around for a few days just to make sure.

Yeah. That’s why.

It’s early October and the tourists have thinned out for the season, but it’s still sunny and warm in Virginia, enough so that they splurge on a reasonably off-seasoned priced room in one of those ocean-front hotels, the kind with daily maid service and coffee machines right there in the room. There’s a little kiosk in the lobby packed full of brochures and coupon booklets for local attractions and without thinking Sam grabs a handful of them as he passes, missing Dean’s curious shrug as he follows behind.

Later, as they’re sprawled over the king size bed listening to the sounds of the ocean and trying to decide whether to head out into town for dinner or just order the greasy fried room service, an ad in one of Sam’s brochures catches Dean’s eye. He chuckles a little and tosses the booklet under Sam’s nose.

“We’re definitely eating here,” Dean says and Sam scans the page and huffs out a laugh himself when he sees it.

                      Big Sam’s Inlet Cafe and Raw Bar

“Huh. Alright,” Sam agrees, “but you’re paying.”

The place is pretty much what you’d expect from a seafood restaurant in a tourist town- right on the water, all weathered wood and seaside kitsch. They’re pleased to find it a bit crowded, seems it’s quality enough for the locals to dine out at on random October Tuesday’s.

The hostess sees them to their table and hands them each a glass of water and a menu. “Ya’ll eaten at Big Sam’s before?”

Sam chokes on his water when Dean answers with wink and a deadpan, “Yes ma'am, it’s one of my favorite places to eat out.”

“Dude,” Sam says as the hostess walks away with a promise to send their waiter right over, “I almost choked.” He’s laughing, though, as he says it, but begins to wonder if he should have insisted on room service after all.

The ordering process isn’t much better.

“Lemme guess. You’re gonna get the big you salad, right?”

Sam clears his throat with gusto, “It’s not the big me salad, it’s just the me salad, if you know what I mean.” If Dean’s going to drag this out, Sam’s at least going to have fun with it.

Dean looks Sam up and down, bites his lower lip and shrugs with feigned indifference and a noncommittal “Eh,” which earns him a playful kick to the shins under the table.

Sam orders, in a perfectly respectable manner, the Big House salad with chicken, hold the onions, and bites the inside of his cheek as the waiter turns expectantly to Dean.

“So the uh, Big Sam burger. Does it come with anything on it? Maybe, uh, some Big Sam special sauce?”

It doesn’t.

“And, uh, how big is it, really? Like, am I gonna be able to fit my mouth around the Big Sam?”

Sam wonders how many times the wait staff here has had to endure these very questions.

The Big Sam burger, despite it’s name, is really not that big at all. Delicious, but average sized at best is how Dean describes it as he stuffs his last few french fries in his mouth and pats his belly. He pays for the meal, as promised, but as they leave Dean’s already regretting not ordering dessert.

“Tell you what,” Sam says as he climbs into the passenger seat and slides close enough to Dean to whisper in his ear, “Take me back to the hotel, and I’ll give you all the Big Sam you can handle.”

Dean, bless him, blushes a little at that. “Special sauce?”

“You bet.”

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Foreshadowing | 5x03

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fuck it. tin hat question

not a shipper. just need to know what the masses believe

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LET YOUR DAD DIE ENERGY DRINK: ALL THE ENERGY OF NOT TRYING TO STAND BETWEEN YOUR FATHER AND THE GRAVE (mary version)

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Hell yeah I haven’t yelled about this fic in a while but what a great opportunity. It’s wincest adjacent more than overt wincest (hope that’s ok!). MCD with body horror and psychological horror.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7662202

today I'd appreciate it if you guys would rb this post with your favorite weirdass dead-dove adjacent freaky kink wincest headcanons and fic recs and joys. (or even if it's pretty vanilla but *you* consider it alarming.) be free of puriteen fears or self-judgement or even good taste, frankly. the best taste is the one you enjoy. ideally that taste is wincest.

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If we lived in a universe where superpowers existed, I'd want mine to be mind reading. Then I'd find a friend who had time travel powers, and get them to send me back to when this scene in Supernatural was filmed, just so I could know what the fuck was going on in his head as he looked at him like this:

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one of the w o r s t nights of my l i f e 

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For some reason tumblr’s janky ass notification system presented me with that *someone added it gif to their post* notification for this TWO DAYS AGO and I was like karri????? Is posting??????? And the post it was notifying me about is from like NINE FUCKING YEARS AGO. Tumblr wtf.

I'd be surprised if someone didn't have a hard on for Dean. 😏😏😏😏

RIGHT? How do you not have a hard on for him?