#AND jackles were rocking at the time

[majordemonblockparty]

listen i dunno how strict the ticket-takers were at moviehouses where y'all grew up, but i have no trouble believing that 13-year-old sam and 17-year-old dean with a decent fake ID got in to see scream at least twice in december '96/january '97.

just like i have no trouble believing sam probably got hard watching billy loomis lick fake blood off his fingers, and uhh bet your ass: if sam didn't wanna lick real blood (dean's blood) off dean's fingers before that, he never stopped wanting to after that.

[winchester-girl67]

Sensory Overload

Summary: The reader tells Dean that she's on the spectrum after he finds her hiding out in his room after a hunt.

Requested by @whoooooisthis​: "I was wondering if you'd be okay with writing Dean Winchester x autistic reader (with sensory issues, and possibly a hyperfixation on the lore/mythology the boys use to hunt)?"

Pairing: Dean x autistic!reader

Square: Clothes sharing @spnfluffbingo​ Dean's Flannel @supernatural-jackles​

Word Count: 2,489

Warnings: autistic!reader, autism, mentions/implied hyperfixation, anxiety, separation anxiety, ADHD, sensory issues related to autism, stimming, a little angst, a little pining, emotional hurt/comfort, cuddling/kissing, mostly fluff

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I'm really behind on requests. I hope you like it. Also written for @spnfluffbingo​ and @supernatural-jackles​’ Tell Me a Story bingo.

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You snuggled more into the comforters, wrapping Dean's pillow tighter around your head to block out the cacophony of sounds in the bunker. The high-pitched buzz of the fluorescent lights in the hallway mixed with the constant droning sound of the ventilation system, but neither compared to the silence of your cell phone.

You called the boys fifteen and a half times in the past hour, but still no answer. You were worried, terrified you missed something in the lore that could've led to their demise, because why else haven't they picked up yet. Dean always called you when they finished a hunt with praises on your research skills, you saved their asses plenty of times without even being in the line of fire.

Your forte was in the books, you knew everything about everything, hunters from all parts of the country looked to you for information on vamps, ghouls, djinns, shifters, ghosts, demons, wendigos... You name it, you knew it, and you loved it, spending your days in the library; but sometimes you got a little lost in it and that's when having the boys around really helped.

Dean especially was great at drawing your focus, usually after he'd just tried a new recipe in the kitchen and needed a taste-tester. You didn't have the heart to tell him that most of his 'masterpieces' were mostly inedible, though he did make incredible chocolate chip cookies and apple pie. He made those most often.

You wondered if you'd ever get to taste those again, if the boys would come walking in that bunker door any time soon, if you missed something in the lore. But you had scanned the pages too many times to have missed anything. Something else must've gone wrong.

You couldn't remember how long ago it was that you curled up in Dean's bed. You weren't supposed to be there, you never crawled into his bed unless he was already in it and you couldn't sleep. You started to cry, not heavily, just one or two tears that escaped as you started to rock back and forth and back-

The lights in the room flicked on. You didn't open your eyes until a pair of strong hands pried yours off the edges of Dean's pillow. You met the gaze of the green eyed man of whom you'd come so accustomed to. You've only lived with them for a year now and your diagnosis had never come up, but you couldn't avoid it now, not anymore. Not that you were avoiding it, it just never came up.

You looked away and sat up in his bed. You glanced around at the state his room was in. Dean liked things tidy and you'd made a mess of it. His clothes were thrown over every square inch of his bedroom floor. You glanced back at him, he looked tired but you didn't think he looked angry.

"Before you say anything, I'm sorry!" You blurted out, wiping your cheeks dry.

"Okay," Dean eyed the mess, "You wanna tell me why you look so guilty?"

"You didn't answer your phone, you always answer your phone. I got worried. I'm sorry." You hugged yourself and squinted at the bright lights, "C-can you turn those off, please?"

Dean nodded and turned on the bedside lamp, then flicked off the switch for the ceiling lights. You started to relax slightly in the more dim setting, especially now that you knew he was okay. You sucked in a slow breath not wanting to completely lose it in front of him. How long have you been there? You didn't know and hugged his pillow to your chest.

"Better?" He asked, you nodded, "Were you asleep?" You shook your head and tugged on the trim of the pillow case, "What's wrong, Y/N?"

"I-I was worried," you said, you knew he was looking at you but you couldn't meet his eyes. "Y-you didn't answer your phone."

"Sammy's phone died and I broke mine," he explained, tossing the two pieces of his cell onto the table next to the lamp. You winced at the clattering sound, he noticed but didn't make a comment. Instead he spoke softer, "And that makes you raid my closet?" He asked, pulling on the hem of your shirt sleeve, but you pulled your hand away and you thought you heard him sigh.

You had changed out of your clothes and into his. A pair of sweats, a t-shirt, and the purple plaid of his that you adored. There was just something about his clothes that calmed you, they weren't itchy or confining like yours were. And they smelt like him, at least the flannel did because he'd worn it briefly before he left. You were a little embarrassed when you saw him notice. But Dean never judged you, you loved that about him.

"I needed something soft and your clothes are softer than mine, and it smells like you. It calms me. I'm sorry."

"It's a bit big on you, isn't it, sweetheart?" He laughed and you frowned, "Hey, that was a joke. Y/N?"

You didn't always get his odd sense of humour, he loved sarcasm but you never really understood it, even if you laughed at a couple of his remarks from time to time. You liked it better when he was blatantly silly and told dad-jokes. That's actually how your friendship started out, with bad jokes, that's how he got you out of your shell. With Sam you bonded over research in the library until you surpassed his knowledge and he couldn't teach you anymore, now it was workout routines and health related stuff like early morning runs or protein shakes. You never told Sam that you'd rather eat one of Dean's masterpieces over those protein shakes. But he did start adding berries to yours which helped.

"Sorry..."

"Don't be sorry, Y/N, you haven't done anything wrong." He said, furrowing his brow.

You flinched when he tried to touch your hand again, so instead he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. You cleared your throat and mirrored him, crossing your arms over the pillow you continued to squish to your chest.

"I'm on the spectrum, Dean." You said, making eye contact for a second and watching his features soften.

"I didn't know," he shook his head and sighed like he should've though. Because you were good friends, best friends; hell, half the time he flirted with you. Hard. That was probably the one thing he made painfully obvious, when he hit on you. But nothing ever came of it. Yet.

"I don't tell many people, at least not until we get to know each other. I'm not embarrassed or anything, it's a part of me and I like who I am. But some days, I just want to be me, you know? Without the label." You explained, shuffling over a bit when Dean sat next to you on the bed.  

"I know what you mean, sweetheart," he chewed on his lip for a moment as if contemplating something, "I have ADHD... This is the first time I've told anyone. I won't give Sam the satisfaction of knowing he was right, he's been saying I have it for years and I just know he'll give me that 'I told you so' smirk he likes so much." He laughed and shrugged, "I'll eventually tell him though... One of these days."

"I know."

His eyes widened, "You do?"

"Yeah," you nodded, still tugging on the welt edge of the pillow case.

"How?"

"It's super obvious, Dean. You have way too much energy for someone your age, you're super impulsive, and you're easily distracted." You rambled your observations on his personality from the past year. Those were exactly the things you loved about him though.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that comment about my age." He gave you a pointed stare but you could tell he was teasing because he smiled, "Why'd you tell me now?"

"I've known you for a while now, I trust you won't treat me different. Kinda hard to explain all this too," you said, waving your hand to quickly gesture around the room. You hadn't noticed what you were doing in the moment, but now you realized you'd thrown more than half of his wardrobe onto the floor in your search for his softest clothing.

He shrugged, "Could've just said Cas was here. This is nothing, I've seen him do more damage than this before. I'd have believed it."

You shrugged, "I guess, I'm tired of lying to you, or not telling you the whole truth, especially you."

"You can always tell me the truth, sweetheart, and if I can't relate, I'll try to understand." He said, placing his hand between you like he hoped you'd grab it, "You're not alone, Y/N."

"Thank you," you swallowed, staring at his hand. You wanted to reach out but you couldn't convince your hands to let go of the pillow case.

"No, thank you for trusting me enough to share this with me. I appreciate it and everything you do for us. I honestly think we'd be lost without you. I know I would." He didn't say it in his usual flirting tone, but you knew it wasn't a joke either. There was definitely something more to those four words.

"So, you're not mad about the, y-your room?" You asked, pressing your face into the pillow and side eyeing him.

"No, but I am curious, now that we've brought up this whole honesty thing. What did you think of my last conquest? The bacon corn soufflé, you never did say much." He asked with a raise of his eyebrows and you scrunched up your face, "You know you’re not that great at hiding when you don't like something, why do you think I limit my culinary masterpieces to once a month and instead make cookies and pie mostly now?" He smiled showing off his pearly teeth.

You smiled too, "I could go for some cookies."

"I have half a batch in the freezer, wanna get some with me?"

You shook your head instantly, "It's too loud out there," you motioned to the hallway behind him.

"I have an idea, do you trust me?" He asked and you hesitated but ultimately nodded. Dean pulled open the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a pair of noise-cancelling headphones, "Can I..?" He gestured as if he was going to put the headphones on you and you let him. It was so quiet and peaceful, you honestly don't know why you didn't think of this sooner.

You saw Dean's lips moving and lifted one side of the headphones, "What?"

"I said," he chuckled softly, "I'm gonna shower real quick and then I'll come get you for cookies and milk, okay?"

"Okay," you agreed and pulled the comforters up, holding them under your chin.

Dean ducked out of the room with a fresh pair of sweats and a tee tucked under his arm. Stopping at the door to glance back at you quickly. You gave him a soft smile and snuggled down into the bed again.

It felt like he was only gone for a second when he returned freshly showered with damp hair and smelling of, lavender? He used your body wash again, that always made you giggle; when tough-guy Dean smelt of pretty purple flowers.

He sat on the bed next to you and you lifted the headphones again, "Snack time?" He asked.

You glanced at the open bedroom door behind him and shook your head, "It's too bright." You let the headphones fall back into place and Dean raised a finger as if he needed a minute and disappeared out the door.

The lights in the hallway dimmed to half their brightness and Dean returned with a grin plastered on his face. He spread out his arms and raised his brows and you found the same smile plastered on your own face as you slid out of bed and followed him into the hall.

Dean left the lights off in the kitchen and grabbed the freezer bag of chocolate chip cookies from the freezer. He split open the bag and dug one out to hand to you, then popped one between his own lips, letting the warmth from his mouth defrost the dough before biting into it.

You sat on the counter and watched Dean move around the kitchen in the dark. He knew it like the back of his hand and in no time at all, there was a glass of milk in his hand and another one next to you. You shared the cookies until there were none and polished off your milk. Dean took the glasses and placed them in the sink before turning to you.

It was a comfortable silence as he stood in front of you but you couldn't hold his gaze for more than a second at a time. Until you caught his top lip and started laughing. You gestured to his milk-moustache and he chuckled by the roll of his shoulders and wiped it away. You wiped your mouth, just in case you had one too. He nodded his head towards the hallway and you followed him back to his room.

You already made up your mind that you were staying with him tonight and since he didn't push you towards your own room, you figured he was fine with that. You crawled into bed and lifted the headphones from your ears. You didn't really want to sleep with them on and you were feeling better now.

Dean grabbed the remote from his bedside table, "What do you say we watch a movie?"

"I don't think I'm up for a movie, De." You said, turning on your side to face him.

"Why not?" He replaced the remote and scooted down in bed next to you. Surprisingly he didn't make any move to touch you after his last few failed attempts and instead propped his head on his hand so he could look down at you comfortably.

"The screen moves too fast and I just need quiet, I still feel on edge a little bit." You explained.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" He asked.

"Hold me," you said, suddenly wanting to feel him surrounding you. He shifted closer and pulled you into his arms tentatively, "Tighter." He hugged you more, "Tighter." He squeezed you.

You sighed and nuzzled your face against his chest, feeling everything melt away as you melted into him. He kissed the top of your head with no intention of letting go and gave you another squeeze.

“Thank you,” you mumbled. “Dean? Can we get a dog?" This was an ongoing battle you were determined to win.

He sighed and kissed the top of your head again, "Only if I get to pick the name."

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[writethelifeyouwant]

Made For You | Chapter 19

Summary: Dean and Sam like what they have together, and if screwing your brother screws with the universe’s “grand plan” while they’re at it, then even better. Neither of them has ever cared much for tradition or fate, but it turns out there are some destinies you can’t escape. Sometimes, someone is just made for you. 

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader / Alpha!Dean x Omega!Sam Rating: 18+ Warnings: Incest, Dub Con (Sex Pollen) Tags:  Dean x Reader, Dean x Sam, alpha!Dean, omega!Sam, omega!Reader, fuck or die, sex pollen, love triangle, star-crossed lovers, destiny, true mates, primal urges, angst, mating, kissing, p in v, knotting, scenting, kinda threesome, hurt/comfort, praise kink, dirty talk, accidental mating, squirting, overstimulation, sloppy seconds Bingo Squares:  @spnabobingo - Sloppy Seconds | @supernatural-jackles TMAS Bingo Word Count: 2.2k

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Sam’s POV

Sam feels sick. No– no, actually, he doesn’t. He wants to feel sick. He knows he should feel horrified about everything that’s just happened.

He hadn’t meant to stay, really he hadn’t. Sam wants to blame it on the supernatural sex pollen, and some of it definitely can be blamed on the horrid substance. He can tell himself that he never would have stayed to watch Y/N and Dean if he had been thinking clearly. He never would have touched his baby girl the way he did at the end if he’d been of sound mind. Holding her, comforting her while she was in danger, making sure she and Dean were both safe; that’s one thing. Slipping his fingers between his daughter’s legs to play with her clit and help her cum around Dean’s knot is not as easily explained. And absolutely none of it is forgivable, Sam berates himself. 

He should be disgusted with himself… but he isn’t. As Sam breathes deeply, trying to comprehend everything that’s just transpired, he can feel his cock–rock hard and leaking almost as much slick as his hole–rubbing between the sweat-damp skin of Y/N’s lower back and his own stomach. At some point in the proceedings, his hospital gown must have gotten bunched up without him realising it. 

All of Sam’s senses feel overwhelmed and confused. His ass feels just as empty and desperate as it has since the sex pollen began to take effect, craving a knot, craving a mate. But now, he’s just mated himself to someone who can’t give him that. When Sam sucked Dean’s tongue into his mouth and licked over his brother’s lips, he swallowed down the same blood and mating hormones that Dean had just released from their daughter’s veins. Through their carelessness, and their desperate craving for each other, Sam and Dean had just forced Y/N into a mating bond that she hadn’t chosen. And now, the sex pollen that’s been making Sam crave an alpha’s cock is now also making him crave his own daughter’s cunt. Because he’s a fucking idiot. 

There’s yet another problem with this situation, though, because Dean’s cock is still knotted inside Y/N. Sam can feel the head of his brother’s dick pressing up against his palm through the base of the girl’s belly–a feeling that, inexplicably, has him practically delirious with desire. Y/N and Dean will probably stay knotted for a little while longer before the alpha releases enough to separate them without hurting either of them, and that’s if they don’t just start fucking again on instinct and stay tied the whole time. So both of the things that Sam is being forced to magically crave are also both off-limits to him right now, and he thinks it’s going to drive him insane. 

Well, silver lining, Sam thinks bitterly, if the sex pollen kills me, Y/N won’t be stuck mated to an omega she never wanted in the first place. 

“Hey, hey!” A dull tapping gets Sam’s attention and he blinks, bringing the hospital room back into focus around him, becoming conscious that Dean is lightly smacking him on the cheek. “There he is,” his older brother smiles tightly, and Sam feels his own lips pull up in a lazy smirk. 

“Shut up,” he tries to say, trying to roll his eyes, but Sam can’t feel his muscles reacting properly, the way he remembers it feeling, and his words come out blurry, his vision slurring. 

Dean’s POV

“Sammy? Sam!” Dean calls again, more forcefully this time as his little brother’s eyes lose focus again, and his lids slip shut. His jaw hangs slightly ajar and his neck begins to loll back, his stupid long floppy hair pooling on his shoulders. This is not good. This is very, very not good, and Dean can feel himself beginning to panic. The pollen is clearly beginning to take over Sam’s system. 

“Daddy?” Y/N grumbles, her head snuggling back into Sam’s chest as she tries to peer up at him. “Daddy?” she asks again, slightly more alert, when Sam doesn’t respond. “Daddy. Da– Dean? What’s wrong?” 

Dean tries to shush his mate, kissing her gently on the forehead as he tries to think about what can be done. He’s just found his brother again after twenty years. He’s not about to lose him again. No way. 

“Dean, what’s happening?” Y/N asks more insistently, pulling back to look him in the eye, the pleasure-fog that had been clouding her features a moment before almost entirely evaporated now. 

“It’s the pollen,” Dean grunts, shifting his body as much as he can with his knot still tied to Y/N. “Can you lean forward, baby girl? Need to try and move us over, give him some space.” 

“Shit, yeah,” Y/N flinches as she sits up too quickly, Dean’s cock moving inside of her and pulling uncomfortably for the both of them. 

“Careful,” Dean hisses, biting on his tongue in concentration as he tucks a hand under Y/N’s leg and pulls it around his waist more tightly. “Here, put your arms around my neck sweetheart, gonna pick you up.” The alpha sits back on his knees, gathering the omega into him and pulling her up off of the mattress. Sam’s body relaxes a little and slides a bit down the bed without the weight of Y/N keeping him upright. His legs splay open as if it’s instinctual, displaying his hole and his cock, the scent of his arousal leaking into the air around them and making Dean feel slightly faint. 

“Oh god,” Y/N whines, and Dean groans as her pussy clamps down on his knot, pulsing wantonly as she also inhales the scent of her father’s slick. “Oh fuck,” she whimpers into his shoulder, her lips skating damply over Dean’s skin. 

“You want him, don’t you, baby girl?” Dean hears himself purring against Y/N’s ear, unconscious of making the decision to speak. His voice sounds low and guttural, seductive, and he has no idea what’s coming over him. “Such a greedy little girl, not happy with just one Daddy stuffed in this pussy, are you? You want two. You want Sammy, don'tcha sweetheart?” 

“Fuck, Dean, yes,” Y/N groans, still grinding herself down onto his knot, which is not what Dean needs to be happening right now. He needs to get Y/N off of himself and on to his brother as quickly as possible, no matter how much his instincts are screaming at him for even considering pulling out of the cunt he’s currently cradled inside of. “Fuck, want you. Want you, Daddy,” the omega moans, and Dean’s breath catches in his throat, a whole muddle of arousal and emotion surging through him at the sound of Y/N referring to him as Daddy, and how much more that means now. 

“You’ve got me, baby girl,” he pants, nuzzling against her and dragging his mouth across her skin until his lips find hers. “Fuck, ‘mega, I got you. Alpha’s got you.” Dean is on his feet he realises, having picked Y/N up in his arms and stepped off of the bed. He slams Y/N’s back against the wall beside the bed, pinning her body against his, and starts thrusting into her furiously, fucking her so hard the bed beside them is quaking. His face is buried against her neck, her screams are thick and vital in his ears, stringing his nerves so tight they snap in a flash of heat as he empties himself inside of her for a third time. There’s so much cum he can feel some of it escaping the barrier that his knot is supposed to be making and dripping into the crevices between the omega’s thighs. 

“Dean,” Y/N is sobbing brokenly against him from her own overwhelming pleasure, and the alpha gets a spark of inspiration. 

Pulling his hips back a little so he can squeeze a hand between them, he lets his fingers find the tiny bundle of nerves a little ways above where he can feel his cock rocking in and out of her entrance the tiniest bit. He swirls the pads of his fingers over her until he finds the spot that makes her gasp and bang her head back against the wall, ecstasy written clearly over her face. Speeding up, he begins to flex his hips a little more, unable to control very much with his knot still so big inside of her, but hoping desperately that the increased girth is giving him the advantage he needs and rubbing over the right spot. 

“Cum for Daddy, ‘mega,” Dean commands, his jaw set in concentration. “Want you to squirt on my cock and push, push my knot right out of you baby girl, so you can go fuck your other Daddy for me. That’s what your alpha wants, Y/N. Wanna get you dripping wet so you just slide right down on your daddy's dick. It’s fucking big, take a look. Look at what I’m about to shove inside of this tight little hole, baby girl, and tell me how much you want your daddy’s cock inside of you.” 

Y/N’s body becomes almost painfully tight around him and Dean feels every muscle seize up urgently, feels the gush of slick between his legs as her body convulses around him, and with a monumental effort he drags his hips down and manages to work himself free, his daughter still shaking and jerking in his arms with the seemingly unending waves of her climax. When Dean manages to focus his vision and he catches sight of her face, he can see her whole countenance has gone slack, muscles that had been wound tighter than a spring now hanging limply beneath her skin, her eyes blinking and unfocused– just on the verge of passing out then, not actually unconscious. 

He’ll have to take the opportunity to congratulate himself some other time. 

Dean lets Y/N’s legs uncurl from around him and lowers her to the floor, switching position and sweeping her up into his arms bridal style in order to carry her more securely around the side of the bed to where Sam is lying. He looks like he’s asleep. Peaceful. Absolutely nothing untoward. Except Dean knows better, he’s seen this kind of thing before: the omega is fading fast. 

Y/N’s POV

When you manage to struggle back to some semblance of awareness, you can feel that your pussy is still full, which soothes the foreign urgency in your body that you assume is a consequence of the pollen. But something feels different, and it takes your foggy mind a minute or two to realise what it is. No knot. The cock inside of you is big, but you don’t have the distinctive pressure at the base of your entrance that comes from being locked with Dean after he’s knotted you. 

Experimentally, you squeeze your muscles around the intrusion, moaning at the sensation of how deep inside of you the tip is reaching. It feels like the cock is somewhere in your freaking chest, it's so long. You know it’s not Dean inside of you, but it takes your memory a moment to supply the name of who else it could be. 

Sam– you remember with a gasp as your body unconsciously rocks itself against him, grinding your hips down onto his length. 

Daddy. 

Daddy’s cock is sliding wetly inside of you, and you realise now that you’re curled against his chest, his large, warm hands splayed across your back, cradling you against him. You have an absurd memory of crawling into bed with him when you were little and wrapping yourself around him just like this–minus the sexual contact, of course. That part is new, but as you give your hips another experimental swivel, still lazily feeling out a rhythm, you decide you like this part. You’re gonna add this to the routine. Not that it’s been a part of your bedtime routine in fucking years, but you have the urge to start it back up, for some reason. It seems nonsensical that you would ever consider sleeping in a different bed to Daddy–or Dean, come to think of it. 

You have no idea where these thoughts are coming from, they all seem to swarm simultaneously across your mind’s eye in a haze that you don’t have the energy or desire to analyse right now, so you simply let them swarm, and focus on the feeling of rubbing your clit against the very root of Sam’s cock because you realise in a moment of astonishment, he’s not even all the way inside of you, because of the way your body is draped over his chest. 

Holy fuck. 

A second later, you feel an orgasm shimmering through every conscious nerve of your body, your clit drawing up and twitching against your body inside its little protective folds, trying to shrink away from the overstimulation. 

“Good girl,” you hear Dean’s voice purr behind you, and you feel another hand running gently over your back as the whispers of praise drift over your skin.

Chapter 20 posting on November 15th or head to my website to binge read the rest of the fic today!

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[mlobsters]

supernatural s14e13 lebanon (w. meredith glynn, andrew dabb)

weird pre-ep recap, mishmash of clips and the music abruptly changing tone in between the punchy rock and then doom drone for the part about dean's box o' self destruction

apparently it was sam's turn to be a doofus around a bunch of magical/cursed/whatever items? not his usual bag

(script linked on wiki)

ok then. they really did decide to take turns

ok, that was quick. is this supposed to be a fun episode?

mmk

JACKSON Hey. The Campbell brothers. Lemme guess – the usual?

campbell brothers, of course

from 7x07 the mentalists MUSEUM GUIDE Never ended well for the siblings. DEAN Why is that? MUSEUM GUIDE Mm, the strain of working together, or maybe just being around each other all their lives. Those two were the exception, actually – the Campbells. Got along famously. Of course, that was just a stage name. They weren’t actually brothers. That was a cover for their, um… alternative lifestyle.

twofer of mary campbell and them.

DEAN Make it double. SAM Dean, listen to this. Uh, hangman’s rope, fairy dust, John Wayne Gacy’s cigar box.

wild guess that the episode will also involve a creepy clown ghost then

ELIOT I mean, think about it. Where do they even come from? Them or their weird sidekick with the trench coat. And what about that kid with the dumb Bambi on his face all the time?

see, that is the way to do it, poke fun at the show, not the fans

SAM It’s called the Baozhu. It’s one of eight ancient Chinese treasures. I-It’s a pearl that grants wishes. Sort of. DEAN Sort of? SAM Well, technically, it’s supposed to give you “what your heart desires.”

how very fanfic/disney

feels like the show has a lot of queer girl rep. charlie, claire and kaia, the girls in the musical, these teenaged girls. wiki has a list, of course

convenient that dean's been charming the townsfolk so he can work his magic with the post office clerk

DEAN A serial killer clown. I mean, this is, like, the best/worst thing that’s ever happened to you, you know, ‘cause you love serial killers, but – but you hate clowns. SAM Yeah, I get it, Dean.

ok, that was cute

ok WHAT is this music? i get it's like swelling emotional whatever (cute little sync with dean closing his eyes, i'll give them that) and gone kind of twisted maybe? but it just sounds like a string instrument that's playing out of tune too loudly. weird. i was gonna put a clip in but i gotta take it out for something else

so i knew john showed up in an episode. must have been extremely wild to see that happen unspoiled. funny because i rant about john pretty regularly but now i'm like, oh, it's jeffrey dean morgan looking very nice and soft and confused. wait, i'm supposed to be very pissed at you. maybe i can just vibe with what sam and dean are feeling instead

JOHN Sammy. Aren’t you supposed to be in Palo Alto? SAM Palo Alto? JOHN What happened to you? DEAN What year is it? JOHN It’s 2003.

so it was always funny how they cast him being not much older than jackles, to play an older part obviously. so now i wonder if his actual age makes more sense to 2003-john. jdm was 37 in 2003 (born in 1966) and john was supposed to be 49 (born in 1954). and jdm for this episode (in 2019) was 53. hey, pretty good! the math is mathin

JOHN So, you saved the world? DEAN More than once. JOHN Then it’s all true. God, the devil, you boys smack in the middle. Now you live in a secret bunker with an angel and Lucifer’s kid.

co-parenting lucifer's kid, at that. best not to get into too many details of what's happened in the past 13 years because the absurdity is too much

very sweet. 100% believe 2003 john was never this nice, but whatever y'all. i'm going (well, trying) with the flow

DEAN I don’t know. You said that the – the pearl gives you what your heart desires, right? So, my heart desired – I’ve wanted this, man. I’ve – I’ve wanted this since I was 4 years old. SAM Okay, I know, and I love this, too, Dean. I do, honestly, but – but messing with time – DEAN No, no, no, Sam. SAM You know how this ends. Things change. DEAN Yeah, great – we got our family back together. I’ll take that change. SAM That’s not what I mean. DEAN Stop. Just stop, okay? Look, can – can we just have one family dinner? Just one? Us – all of us together. That’s all I want. Can you just give me that?

i get both sides of this. one dinner is not too much to ask! but also, let's be practical about the whole time travel repercussions business (after dinner) and maybe sam's a little bit (lot) freaked out because of his dad baggage

all right. this is some of the most authentic acting i think i've seen jared do, and he does emotions like this really well to begin with. made me cry, of course. just... vulnerable in a way he isn't with dean, being on equal footing with him (and also dean not being dead the past 13 years). just can really feel that deference and shakiness with john. still don't buy that 2003 john would have this emotional intelligence, this feels like a john that's lived a lot longer a la jdm. but, this is the last time i'm gonna bring it up :p (along with if they can forgive him the child neglect etc, i can try too - for the moment at least 🤪) and sam's getting his much needed (apparently MUCH needed) closure. but no hug?? must be saving it for later.

and jdm's voice is luscious. reminds me of um. dude in the crow, michael wincott as top dollar

lol what. well, this was a quick way to find out how bringing dad in fucked up the timeline

ok but if sammy is off being a douchebag in this new timeline from bringing dad from 2003, how did the apocalypse not happen? like in apocalypse world, without them to stop it. must have gotten some other poor bastards to kick it off? eh whatever, nothing needs to make sense

SAM No, I don’t think so. I think it’s a temporal paradox. We pulled Dad here from 2003, right? So time is self-correcting. Our timeline is changing to this new one. DEAN So, what do you mean? SAM It means, I think, that, if we don’t fix this, then we become those other versions of ourselves. Like, for real. DEAN Okay, well, I’m cool, but you’re – ugh. SAM That’s not the point. The point is, if – if all this is different, then what else changed?

well my insides are screaming for them to get back to the bunker and fix this shit asap :p this is a very bonkers little plotline

creative way to bring back zachariah at least, if they had to

LOL okay, i do approve of bringing him back and immediately killing him again though

good thinkin on sam with the angel banishing sigil, appreciate the commitment to just having cas 100% on board with killing them both

DEAN Basically, uh, if you don’t go back, Sam never gets back into the life, um, and Mom, she, uh… JOHN What? DEAN Well, without everything that we did – with God, The Darkness – she never comes back. Sam thinks that she’ll just fade away. JOHN Okay. I mean, me versus your mom? That’s – that’s not even a choice. Does she know?

the rehabilitation of john winchester. wait i was supposed to going with the flow. anyway!

i'm sure i'm thinking too much about this but ok. it's 2003 and sam's at stanford and john disappears. and dean... doesn't go pick up sam, like he did when john disappeared in events right before the pilot? sam just blithely continues his normal life and veers into obnoxious ted talk raw food lawyer guy. so how many other people would still be alive in this timeline? and without having the benefit of saved lives via apocalypse-prevention, seems like it's potentially a net benefit. >.> unless those same quantity of people died anyway with some other hunter/vessel/whatevers

JOHN No, son. My fight. It was supposed to end with me, with Yellow Eyes. But now you – you are a grown man, and I am incredibly proud of you. I guess that I had hoped, eventually, you would… get yourself a normal life, a peaceful life, a family. DEAN I have a family.

whatever, got john back, he gets to be the good guy by happily going back to die in his regular timeline to let mary live now

JOHN Alright. Near as I can tell, we have two choices. Alright, we can think about what’s coming. Or we can be grateful for this time that we have together. Now, me… I choose grateful. So, to whatever brought us together, we owe you one. Amen.

okay, john.

samantha smith and jdm really do have nice chemistry, especially considering they barely have worked together in these roles. would have been nice to hear the conversation instead of the schmaltzy montage to bob seger but i get it

SAM Did you see them at dinner, the way they looked at each other? They just seemed happy, you know? It doesn’t feel fair to get all this and have to throw it away, and I know we have to. But it just feels like, you know… Once we send Dad back… it’s none of this ever happened. He – he just goes back to – to… to being Dad. DEAN You saying you wish things would be different?

(you saying you're okay in a world without us together)

SAM Don’t you? Can you imagine – dad in the past, knowing then what he knows now? I… I think it would be nice. DEAN Yeah. I used to think that, too. But, uh… I mean, look, we’ve been through some tough times. There’s no denying that. SAM Yeah. DEAN And for the longest time, I blamed Dad. I mean, hell, I blamed Mom, too, you know? I was angry. But say we could send Dad back knowing everything. Why stop there? Why not send him even further back and let some other poor sons of bitches save the world? But here’s the problem. Who does that make us?

Would we be better off? Well, maybe. But I gotta be honest – I don’t know who that Dean Winchester is. And I’m good with who I am. I’m good with who you are. ‘Cause our lives – they’re ours. And maybe I’m just too damn old to want to change that.

good with who they are, and who they are to each other. maybe projecting but i think sam still needs and soaks up that approval from dean

i understand that this is focusing on the original family unit and particularly on sam and dean, as the show always comes down to just them ultimately, but they could have also brought in the fact that they'd lose cas and jack in this timeline alteration idea (and jody, donna, the girls, etc). i mean, i'm glad they didn't, but i wouldn't have been surprised if they did. but feels kind of like in the conversation the previous episode when dean says he does believe in us (sam and dean). and then he sees cas, and says he believes in all of us. sam and dean first always

this seems to be a theme for me with later seasons. in isolation, i love these scenes between sam and dean. but for me they're cheapened by the premise or contrivances or whatever of the episodes they're in. so i can take these conversations, i could make gifs or edits or paintings, i could do whatever. but in the episode, they never ring as true as they do outside it. for me they make sense to the characters, but not the plot they're embedded in. which really bums me out, because i'm a rigid asshole about context. but i will also accept the crumbs because otherwise it's an even harder slog through this last handful of seasons.

JOHN You two. You take care of each other. SAM We always do.

man padalecki and jdm are just, killing it with the emotions. sam is a mess accepting that praise and approval from john too.

thinking back to the first few seasons, jackles was so emotive and teared up a lot more for dean and he's turned into a really tough nut to crack later on. like he finally does break a little in this hug after the i love yous. based on how jensen has talked about other changes with dean (like say, his voice going deeper) i imagine he's got his reasons

poor mary. one weird thing about this show is with heaven being a concrete thing, where we know who is there and how it works, prior to this mary was up there with the real john doing whatever, living in a loop of memories so not ideal but she was with him (do we know they're soulmates at this point? i know i've read it in the wiki that they are.) but anyway, just always the weird context of well yes they are dead but we know 100% we're seeing them again in heaven. you know, assuming heaven doesn't break down before getting there :p which of course is an actual concern now lol

jesus christ these posts just get longer and longer.

[dirigibleplumbing]

Ooooo, as a “new” spn fan, what surprised you the most in regards to 1. what was actually canon vs general tumblr knowledge vs what you thought was fanon? 2. the general quality of the acting? And writing? and 3. that you discovered you ended up liking about the show?

And what DIDN’T surprise you in regards to 1-3?

1. what surprised you the most in regards to what was actually canon vs general tumblr knowledge vs what you thought was fanon 

For background, when I became active in other fandoms on tumblr around 2017-2018, I’d seen seasons 1-10 of spn and a smattering of s11, so I actually knew a good deal of what was and wasn’t canon.

But when s12 was airing and my dash was flooded with gifs and manips and clips of the mixtape scene, my eyebrows RAISED, and I asked @fanfictiongreenirises​ whether the scene actually happened like that onscreen. 

She said what I’ll summarize as “lol, yes.” And I said, “wait so--is destiel canon now?!” Because seriously--Dean “mullet rock” Winchester made Cas a LITERAL MIXTAPE and I’m supposed to think he’s not trying to woo the angel!? And then when I actually watched s12 it was somehow even MORE queer?!?!

3. what surprised you the most in regards to that you discovered you ended up liking about the show? 

answering this one out of order because it’ll make more sense this way --

Dean.

More background! My media literacy for film and TV was, for various reasons, really low well into my late 20s. I realized this at a certain point and binge-watched tons of TV and read critical breakdowns of every scene and episode to make up for it, and now I’m known among my friends as being the best at predicting how a movie or episode I’ve never seen before will end, sometimes beat for beat. But it took me an honestly embarrassingly long time to understand the appeal of antiheroes and antivillains.

With that in mind: I started spn around 2012, when I binged everything that was on Netflix at the time. 

And when I watched the pilot, I thought Dean was shady as fuck. I thought Sam was obviously the “better” and more heroic brother, and that if Sam were really all that smart he’d stay the hell out of hunting. This was despite the fact that I found Jared’s acting terrible. I’d already seen him on Gilmore Girls, where he was somehow even worse, so maybe I was surprised that he was passably mediocre at times.

So I was surprised when, by the end of episode 3, I went “oh no, I love Dean.”

Even though I wasn’t fannish about the show, I would sometimes even use Jackles as face ref for a ~handsome white man~ in my professional illustration work :P

(I learned about Cas early on, and knew ahead of time I would adore him.)

2. what surprised you the most in regards to the general quality of the acting? And writing?

So, a huge part of my answer to #3 is due to Jackles’ acting. I think a lot of A-list type actors would be as bad as Jared at performing in a trope-heavy angst-heavy show like Supernatural, but Jackles consistently kills at it. He pulls off gorgeous human reactions to these hyper-extreme situations, and it--along with Misha and their chemistry together--really carries the show for me.

A lot of the Metatron arc surprised me, both in terms of where they took the Metatron character and how heavy the queerbaiting was, but I have complicated feelings about the way they wrote Metatron that are s hard for me to articulate. 

There are definitely more examples of times I was surprised by the acting and the writing, but those are the ones that come to mind right now.

[screamingay]

HOOOO BOY i'd gone kind of numb to rent over the years, like it hasn't made me cry since i first got into theatre, but this local production i just saw last night?? bro there were TEARS i was MOVED!!!

when roger walked out and looked exactly like s1 dean but more bisexual (like EXACTLY like him it was kinda freaky ngl) i knew i was in for a treat and like. the entire cast was so fucking talented but not in that flawless "you could win on the voice" way.. it all had such a human quality to it. and i think that's why id been so numb the show, like if u kill the author for a sec (sorry) it is just a show about real people and u dont get that from famous actors. these are people i know. like literally. i follow joanne on instagram. angel is a friend of my friend's family. i've seen half the ensemble plus the guy who played mark in more shows than i can remember and the chemistry they have made it so believable and real and helped me see things in the show id never seen before..... GOD ive missed local theatre (this was in pitman nj and it's closing this weekend)

[youchangedmedean]

Dean’s Outfit in The Winchesters Trailer

Here I am, back on my obsession with Dean’s clothing and able to put it to good use.

We see Dean in the trailer not looking exactly like we know him. However, we know his outfit.

He is wearing his black denim jacket, light denim shirt and mid blue jeans. I am guessing this is heaven by the license plate but it is not his heaven outfit from 15x20. Dean has had the jacket since s11 and wore it in s15 for 

15x04 Atomic Monsters 

15x08 Our Father Who Aren’t in Heaven 

15x09 The Trap

The shirt was new for s15 and worn in :

15x04 Atomic Monsters 

15x08 Our Father Who Aren’t in Heaven 

15x09 The Trap 

15x14 The Last Holiday

15x15 Gimme Shelter 

15x20 Carry On

While they were both in Atomic Monsters (directed by Jackles himself) they were not worn together. They were worn together in 15x08 and 15x09. Yes, this outfit travels to both hell and purgatory.

And Jensen finds it so significant that he decided Dean would wear it the first time we see him in The Winchesters. I also want to note that it was worn in 15x04 to kill a vampire. And Dean died on a Vampire Hunt. In this case the parents were getting him human blood. They said Sam and Dean couldn’t understand because they are not parents. “We just wanted him to have a normal life”. Can’t help but think this could take on new meaning with the prequel.

It was also interspersed with Chuck and Becky with this memorable scene

BECKY: Okay. If I had to give one note… the jeopardy, Chuck. It’s feeling a little… thin? Low stakes? It’s fun to hear the boys’ voices, but a story is only as good as its villain, and these villains are just not feeling very… dangerous? Not to mention, there’s no classic rock. No one even mentions Cas. The climax is a little stale. Boys tied up again while we get the villain’s monologue, which, frankly, isn’t one of your best. A little originality wouldn’t… hurt.

I don’t think I need to remind everyone about all the Atomic Monsters theories. “It’s awful! Horrible. It’s hopeless.” They’re not dead. They’re just away”.

The shirt I believe to be the one Dean died in. He changed into it and his death jacket for his final hunt. 

I think I might have an idea now for something I had no clue about before. I noted before on my post about Dean’s Cursed Heaven Outfit that on the video Jensen posted as he was dressing up as Dean for the last time “at least for now” he was not wearing the jacket Dean wore in Heaven. He was wearing Dean’s black denim jacket, not the heaven one.

These are NOT the same jackets. The sleeves sit different, pockets are different shapes, there is not the same seams on the heaven one etc.

I could never figure out why Jensen would be dressing as Dean in a near identical outfit that we never see. Now I wonder if Dean coded Jensen managed to film something way back in September 2020 for the prequel? The scenes filmed on that final day were the roadhouse, driving and the bridge. I think it might be possible he switched jackets at some point. And maybe this was when Jensen stole it from set! Seeing this trailer I am more convinced than ever that the prequel is somehow going to lead to a continuation.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

City Grown Willow

Summary: As payment for a deal, the reader’s father gives her away to a man in the mountains, much to the dismay of both her and the mysterious man. She’s stubborn as hell and would rather take her chances on her own. He’s not like any other man she’s met before though and doesn’t care for a wife. Maybe that’ll be a good thing for them both...

Pairing: Mountain Man!Dean x reader

Square: Awkward First Meeting

Word Count: 3,500ish

Warnings: language, minor accident/injury

A/N: This takes place in the late 1800′s and was written for @supernatural-jackles​​ Tell Me A Story Bingo. Enjoy! 

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“I don’t care what my daddy told you. I ain’t your wife. You touch me you’re liable to wind up dead or worse,” you said. The man in the hat with a trimmed beard blinked at you. You looked around behind him at his cabin, an ax laying on a stump nearby. “You understand or you a dumb hillbilly?”

“I was told I’d be getting fifty dollars for my services to your father. I did not ask nor want a wife. But seeing as how you’re stuck here with me-” he said, freezing when you pulled out a pocket knife from your dress pocket and held it to his throat. “This explains why a woman your age is unwed.”

“I ain’t meat or property,” you growled.

“I didn’t say you were miss.” You backed away slowly, the man sighing when you started to head down the path. “Miss. This ain’t the kind of terrain for a dress like that.”

“I’m not staying.”

“Where will you go? What about food? Or even money?”

“I’ll get by,” you said, nearly rolling your ankle on a rock. You paused and lifted the skirt, glaring back at the man. 

“It’ll be dark soon. Stay the night. You can leave in the morning when it’s safer, alright?” You didn’t trust the man but it would be easier if you could at least get a better pair of shoes to walk in or even a ride on his horse. Carefully you walked past him and over to the front door, the man opening it after a moment, showing you into the surprisingly clean cabin. “Bedroom’s in the back.”

You took a seat in what looked like his chair by the fireplace, giving him a look. He took off his hat and cleared his throat, running his hand through his longer strands. He was handsome and clean, a rare occurrence where you were from. You should have known when your father wanted you to travel with him that he simply wanted to be rid of you for good and drop you off three states over.

“I have venison and potatoes for dinner mostly,” he said. He opened a cellar and went down to it, coming back with a slab of meat. He didn’t speak again for nearly an hour as he cooked, eventually setting a plate with food down at the only other spot at the table.

“Thank you,” you said as you sat down, the man diving right into eating. You were surprised at how good it tasted and hummed. “What’s that taste?”

“Butter. You baste it. Makes it more flavorful,” he said, staring at you. “Didn’t your mother teach you how to cook?”

“Have to have a mother for that,” you said, cutting off a piece and chewing on the tender meat. 

“Your daddy raised you like a boy but when you grew into a woman, I bet you didn’t take too kindly to being told you have a place all of a sudden.”

“My issues with my father don’t concern you,” you said. You ate in silence, the man clearing his throat when he finished.

“What’s your name Miss?”

“Miss Y/N.”

“Miss Y/N. I don’t much care for a wife. I work the ranches in the summer and cut lumber in the winter and do side work in between. I don’t got much in the way of money until spring breaks or else I’d offer it to you and send you on your way. But this ain’t a world for a beautiful woman such as yourself and it’s only a matter of time before you get hurt or worse. I don’t care to be a husband and you don’t care to be a wife. But I got a home and food and my presence offers you protection. If you pull your weight around here, I see no reason why cohabitation wouldn’t be beneficial for the both of us.”

“So you want me to cook and clean and go to bed with you while you go off and work is what you’re saying.”

“I’m saying we can both work, we can both take care of our adult responsibilities and there’s two bedrooms. Cohabitation and nothing more.” You stared at him, the man crossing his arms. “Miss Y/N whether you like it or not you’re my responsibility now. If you work and save up your money, I’ll go with you out west to one of the cities where I’m sure you’ll find a more satisfactory kind of man and life. But I need you to be patient.”

“Why do you care what happens to me the second I leave here? I’m nothing to you.”

“You are a stubborn woman that will attract trouble and won’t last more than a few days on your own out here in the west. I care because it’s human decency to care, something that appears to be lost on you.”

“Lost on me?”

“You have a right to be defensive but I am not a wild animal. You don’t have to like me but you will give me respect and same goes for you. The room on the left is empty save for the bed and some of my brother’s old clothes. They’ll probably fit you. Good working clothes so if you do intend to walk out of here first light I’d suggest you at least try them out.”

He stood up and went into the right bedroom, closing the door after himself. You took a deep breath and gathered up the plates, leaving them in the basin by the water pump. You sighed, finding a lantern and bringing it with you into the spare bedroom. There was a trunk in the corner and you set the lantern on the windowsill, digging through it and finding some boys' clothes. A pair of boots were in the bottom and you smiled when they fit your feet.

You took off your dress, leaving it laid out on the bed. 

“Miss Y/N,” said the man, coming into the room, pausing when he saw you in your undergarments. He turned around, putting his back to you. “I’m sorry. I should have-“

“It’s not like I’m naked. I’m still wearing a lot of clothes.”

“Stubborn and not shy. You certainly were not raised to be a proper woman.”

“You weren’t raised to be a proper man,” you shot back. He turned around, a pout in his face. “Men don’t act like you do. All soft. What man cooks with butter?”

“One that wants his food to taste good. I’m sorry you take my kindness as weakness. I can throw you out of my house if it’s make you think of me as more of a man.”

You narrowed your eyes and he moved aside from the door, waving his arms.

“Anytime you care to leave, you can go,” he said. He slammed the other bedroom door shut and you swallowed, waiting only a beat before you changed into the other clothes and boots, taking the lantern with you outside. 

The path from the cabin down the hilly mountainside was hard to follow in the dark and you only grew more frantic as the lantern candle grew nearer to withering away. A strong gust of wind put it out completely and you were enveloped in darkness, the only sounds those of whatever lay in the scattered forest.

A twig snapped nearby and you tried to head downwards once more towards more uneven terrain. Not five steps later your foot didn’t find the ground and you stumbled, shrieking as you fell forward. You rolled down the hill, a dark shape briefly flashing before your eyes before it went dark.

You groaned and whined when you awoke, moving in a slow but steady motion. Everything ached and a voice shushed you.

“We’re almost back,” said the man from the cabin. You forced open an eye, the man carrying you on his slouched back, an oil lantern in his hand while the other helped support you. You winced and closed your eyes, the air shifting to something warmer. You were laid on a soft bed, his bed, a gentle handkerchief wiping off your face after a moment. “You cut open your head. But I think your hair will hide the scar. I need to clean it and cauterize it.”

“No, no,” you said, looking up at him, his face gentle.

“I have to,” he said. He left and returned with a bottle of whiskey, handing it to you. “I’d drink that and fast.”

You grabbed the bottle and took as many deep swallows as you could bare, coughing as he poured some over the gash.

“Ow!” you hissed, the man wiping off your face again. “Please don’t.”

“I have to, you'll bleed out,” he said. You grabbed his arm, the man gently pushing it away. “I’m Dean. Winchester.”

“Dean please. It’s gonna hurt like hell. I’ve seen my brother get a cut cauterized and he screamed so loud-“

“Hey,” he said, voice soft and slow. He pulled up his jacket and two shirts beneath it, pushing aside his long Johns and showing a mark on his chest. “It’s not so scary. Okay? I’ve done it and you’re apparently tougher than me so it should be real simple for you, Miss Y/N.”

“Just Y/N,” you said, catching his wrist again. “Please.”

He took off his belt and folded it in half, your skin starting to feel sweaty all over.

“Bite down on this and I promise when you wake up it’ll be all over.” You whined but opened your mouth, biting the leather between your teeth. He left and returned with a red hot poker, placing a hand over your eyes. “Don’t move.” 

The flash of pain was unlike anything you’d ever felt, so sharp and much that you had no intentions on not moving. Anything to get away from the pain was good with you. But it turned fast and when it felt like your heart was going to rip itself out of your chest, it went still. 

You blinked open your eyes lazily, a cool wet washcloth on your forehead, body covered in sweat. You were down to very little clothing under the blanket and could feel some other bandages on you. You turned to the right just barely, Dean sitting in his rocking chair, smiling when he saw you.

“Not so bad right?” he asked,

“Liar,” you whispered, closing your eyes.

“Yeah hurts like nothing else but you didn’t have much choice.” You shivered, the edge of the bed dipping as he dabbed the washcloth on your face. “It’s the shock, not a fever. I’ve been there.”

“Besides my head,” you said, taking a deep breath.

“A few cuts and bruises. I had to remove your pants to tend to them. Given the nature of your head injury-”

“It’s fine,” you said, a fresh cool washcloth placed on your forehead. “My head hurts.”

“Badly?”

“No. Just hurts,” you said. You tucked down into the blankets, Dean pushing the hair stuck to your neck aside. There was a pulsing on your head, Dean shushing you when you reached a hand up.

“I know. It’ll pass. Try to sleep. I’ll get a doctor up here tomorrow.”

“My head is swimming.”

“I know. Try to relax. You’ll be better in the morning.”

“She’ll be alright. Lots of rest and fluids. Come down to town if she changes,” said the doctor the next morning. You watched Dean walk him out before returning to the bedroom.

“Doc says you’re gonna live,” he teased, sitting on the bed when you tried to sit up but got dizzy. “That’ll stop in a few days. You ain’t drunk nothing yet so come on now.”

He held a glass of water to your lips and you turned away.

“You heard the doctor. You need fluids.”

“My head hurts,” you mumbled.

“I know it does. I’ve been out cold before. I know it ain’t fun. But you gotta keep liquids down. Now come on and drink for me.” You grumbled but parted your lips, Dean pouring the water into your mouth slowly, forcing you to drink the whole thing down. You coughed when you finished, closing your eyes. “Don’t matter if you’re on two feet or in a bed. You are still one of the most stubborn women I’ve ever met.”

“And proud of it,” you said, humming when he fixed your hair out of your face. “Maybe that cohabitation thing might be alright.”

“We’ll talk about it when you’re feeling better,” he said. 

“Why not now?”

“Because you’re hurt and I don’t want you changing your mind simply because I’m tending to you at the moment. You didn’t want to stay here before. This shouldn’t change anything.”

“Well it has.”

“Well it shouldn’t,” he said. You looked up at him, Dean sighing. “When you’re healed and ready to move, I’ll take you to the city and get you set up with some money.”

“I said I was staying,” you grit out. He frowned and stood up.

“You are so damn stubborn. Nothing has changed. All that has is your perception of me and it could change again tomorrow. When you’re healed, you’re gone. Understand?”

“Weirdo living alone in the woods. Why the hell would you even ask me to stay if-”

“Because you annoy the hell out of me...and you stand up for yourself and you don’t care that I’m twice your size or that you’re a woman or anything. You just...you’re different. And women only ever want one thing from me and you want nothin’ which is…” he trailed off. You forced yourself to sit up, Dean looking down to his boots.

“Your name is Dean Winchester. My daddy supplies Winchester guns to people. Dean I know it wasn’t fifty dollars owed you by him and I know you are in the Winchester family. You have more money than you know what to do with and I really couldn’t care less about that.”

“Why?”

“Why do you live up here and not want a wife? Because I don’t want to be treated as something less than a person and the same as you. You’re not a bank and I’m not a maid that gets screwed by her husband whether she wants it or not. I want to stay Dean because you’re different from other men, not like them. Taking care of me just proves my point further.”

He blinked and opened his mouth, no words coming out.

“So are we cohabiting or not?”

“You should rest,” he said. He quickly left and pulled the door shut. You sighed and lay back in bed, hoping the pouring in your head went away soon.

“Dean,” you said a few hours later when he brought in some stew and water for you. You were feeling a little better and sat up against the pillows, Dean setting the bowl on the wood nightstand. “Are we gonna talk about me staying here?”

“If you well and truly want to stay, you can,” he said. “As friends. Okay?”

“I’ve never been friends with a man before,” you said.

“First time for everything,” he said. “Maybe that’s been the problem the whole time. Most men and women aren’t friends when they should be.”

“I ain’t wearing no bullshit dresses unless I want to, got it?” you said. He smiled and nodded. “If you’re filthy rich why do you live up in a little cabin all by yourself and work so much.”

“Don’t care to be alone all that much,” he said, picking up the bowl and holding it in front of you. “Go on and eat. You need to keep up your strength.”

Six Months Later

“That pie was amazing,” said Dean, sitting in his rocking chair on the porch after dinner, a glass of scotch in his hand. You were curled up in your own next to him, watching the sun set slowly behind the mountain. “You can’t cook for shit but you’re a hell of a baker.”

“Good thing you make dinner most of the time then,” you teased. “I can at least do the prep work.”

“You would have made a horrible wife,” he chuckled.

“You’d make a horrible husband,” you said, laughing when he bumped your arm. “You still get lonely?”

“Nah, not so much. We have fun right? Nobody tells me how to act, you how to act. Feels good don’t it?”

“Feels nice to be treated like an equal,” you said. “And you know, wearing pants is the shit.”

“Any man that thinks a woman looks less feminine because she’s wearing pants or a shirt...I think they got it all wrong,” he said. He took a drink and you turned your head towards him, Dean looking at the sky under the brim of his hat.

“Dean are you attracted to me?”

“Such a forward question,” he chuckled.

“Dean.”

“I told you a long time ago. I don’t want a wife by today’s standards. Just a friend.”

“What about our standards? Equals.”

“Well that’s different,” he said. “But the world will never see you as anything less than my property no matter what we do here.”

“I don’t care about the world. I care about what you my friend Dean thinks.”

He was quiet, waiting a beat to take off his hat and slip it on your head. You tilted it up when it fell down in your eyes, Dean smiling when you caught his face.

“Do you find me attractive Miss Y/N?” he teased. 

“Asked you first.”

“What if you don’t like the answer?”

“Dean.”

“Yeah?”

“Answer the question.”

“You’re stubborn and sassy and annoying and in another life, a safer life, we’d already be knee deep in kids by now.”

“In this life?”

“Y/N if I were to lean over and kiss you it wouldn’t stop there. We would keep going until you had a bun in that oven and then we’d be bringing a child into a cruel world where men and women can’t be friends and we’d both spend the rest of our lives afraid of them being hurt or not finding someone like we did and I can’t put that pain on a child or on you. I just can’t.”

“You don’t think we would raise a child to be strong and independent and kind to others no matter who they are or who the other person is? You don’t think we wouldn’t raise sassy, respectful children? Sweetheart the world needs more people like us, not less.”

“But how do I look them in the eye and tell them their grandfather gave their mother to me? How do they not think I’m a manipulator that coerced you into it all?”

“Because their mother will love their father whole heartedly. She was never a prisoner with him and he was never anything but kind and respectful to her.” He swallowed down the last of his drink, setting the glass down on the wood planks. “We don’t ever have to stop being best friends Dean. We can have even more is all I’m saying. So. Are you attracted to me?”

“Like I said, a beautiful woman in pants and a shirt and my hat...she’s the most damn gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen in my whole life.” You stood up and stepped over, taking a seat in his lap, throwing your legs over the chair arm and your arms wrapping around his shoulders. “No going back if we cross that line.”

“We crossed it a long time ago. We just haven’t talked about it,” you said, leaning in close. You rested your forehead against his, Dean’s hat barely resting on your head now. “If you don’t want to do this-”

He tilted his head forward, capturing your lips with his. His beard was softer than you imagined, lips gentle. He let himself linger, looking up with big green eyes when you pulled apart an inch.

“We’ll go slow,” you said quietly, brushing your noses together.

“Slow,” he breathed out, nodding to himself. You kissed him this time, lazy, almost quiet like, moving so slow you felt like all you could feel was him, every single motion. “Miss Y/N.”

“Mr. Winchester,” you said, sliding one hand around to the front of his chest. 

“Could I interest you in a slice of pie and maybe a little more…” he trailed off when you smiled.

“Kissing? Sounds like an excellent evening,” you said. “You must really like me if you’re willing to share your pie.”

“Shut up,” he laughed. You giggled and he blushed, smirking when you plopped his hat back on him. “Shall we?”

“After you Mr. Winchester.”

_________

[deanwithscissors]

Three Months - Part 2

Title: Home Sweet Home

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 7043 (wow oops)

Warnings: Fluff, daddy ackles, swearing, angst, argument, mentions of weight loss, self harm and being used sexually, fingering, mentions of choking, rough sex, unprotected sex

Summary: A sixteen year old memory haunts [Y/N] and causes a disruption between the Ackles’ 

A/N: i deal with my issues by writing; hence this piece where jackles is calling me out because wow fuck i’m struggling with food rn. also i’ll be reblogging with tags later, still working on that shit lol  part 1 *all mistakes are mine*

The Ackles’ took advantage of their first childless morning in months by indulging in morning sex that wasn’t interrupted by kids, shower sex without locking the door and sex against the fridge while making breakfast, which almost ended in the full evacuation of the entire condo block. Their fingers interlocked as they sat at the breakfast bar, scraps of egg was all that remained on the plate from their much needed breakfast.

“Do you remember when everyday started with sex?” Jensen asked.

“You mean when I liked mornings?” [Y/N] unintentionally snorted.

“Oh so that’s why you’re a moody bitch in the mornings now?” His tone was light and cheeky as a devilish grin painted his face.

“Wow and you’re still a dick!” She shot back. Both adults wore goofy smiles as their chuckles filled the apartment.

Fresh air tumbled in through the open balcony door, constant sounds of the city trailing in too, reminding her she wasn’t at home. On edge by the reminder she observed Jensen to ground herself. His hair was longer than it’d ever been and when he dipped his head small pieces would slip across his forehead, every time she’d put her hand through his hair and kiss him sweetly. 

“You like the hair?” He asked brow softly cocked.

“It makes you look super soft.”

“You like that?” 

“Mmmhmm, but I’m glad that bushy beard is gone. I did not enjoy making out with your facial hair, not to mention the oral wasn’t fun at all.”

“I still made you cum though,” he reminded her.

“Okay, it wasn’t not not fun,” she grinned timidly. 

“We’ve got some time til the kids get here, I was thinking-”

“Jesus Jensen I honestly don’t think I can go again.”

“Is that all you think about Mrs Ackles?” He feigned disgust but only admiration showed in his eyes. “What I was thinking is, we could go meet some of the guys and gals,” his brows wiggled waiting for her answer.

“Oh no, I don’t think- we shouldn’t bother them on their day off,” [Y/N] replied as she hopped off the high barstool and headed for the bathroom.

“We won’t be bothering them at all,” he said following behind like a lost puppy. 

“I dunno,” she shrugged.

“Oh c’mon they’re excited to meet you.”

“I know but- I just got here,” [Y/N] said halting in the hallway to glance at him.

“You’re right, I’m sorry, that’s too much. How about I just text one of them?” Jensen suggested. 

“No, just leave it, I’ll meet them another time-”

“Karl’s always-”

“Noooo! Jensen don’t,” she exclaimed darting to his side, her hands instantly splayed across his chest, her wide eyes flashing with panic.

“Oh I see,” he said with a snigger. His chin hit his chest and his pupils were reduced to slits as his head tilted to the side, “you’ve got a crush.”

“What? No I don’t,” she hissed taking a step back. Her pale skin flushed pink as her core temperature rose.

“[Y/N] I’ve been with you for fifteen years, I know what you’re like when you’ve got a crush and, you’ve got a crush,” he said. Rolling her eyes hard enough to hear she turned away from him and continued towards the bathroom. “Which character?” He followed at the back of her heels.

“Shut up Ackles.”

“I’m thinking Eomer from Lord Of The Rings, ama’right?”

Halting once again, she spun with a sharp glare and icy sigh, he wouldn’t drop this. “Fine okay! Yeah I do have a crush and it’s Reaper actually so, you’re wrong.”

“From Doom?” He quizzed.

“Yeah.”

“And you said you loved that movie because of The Rock!”

“That’s true- just Reaper happens to be a character in it y’know.”

"Oh I can’t wait to tell Karl,” Jensen said like a mischievous schoolboy.

“Jensen don’t you fucking dare!” [Y/N] lowly and calmly said while her nostrils flared. “I mean it.”

“I’m just kidding,” he chuckled, displaying his palms in defence. Before she even blinked he asked “so you ever had a naughty dream about him?” [Y/N]s mouth fell open as her hand swatted his bare chest. “Right okay, okay, no more, I promise.”

“We’ve been cooped up in here for two days, lets go out, I’ll take you to the set, we can christen my trailer?” Jensen suggested later that afternoon as they sat on the sofa. 

“I dunno, the kids are coming soon.” [Y/N] replied, her eyes wandering the apartment as if in search for something to do.

“All the more reason to squeeze in a little trip and more sex, god knows we won’t get much of that, if any when the kids get here.” As much as Jensen loved his kids, he missed the sex life he had with [Y/N] before they come along, barely anything was a boundary, any time or any place, maybe it wasn’t just the kids part, it was probably the getting older part too that slowed it down.

His grin was wicked and when he wiggled his brows she tumbled forward in a fit of giggles, even after fifteen years together he was still trying to seduce her. “You can go, I’ve gotta tidy up before the kids get here,” she smiled.

“I can’t christen my trailer without you, that’s not how it works and plus this place is-” he scanned the spic and span open living, dining and kitchen area, “tidier than it’s ever been now that you’re here.”

“Y’know we don’t have to christen every place,” her tone was playful with a streak of frustration hiding underneath.

“It makes it special though, y’know how lonely I get without you, I like reminders and there’s nothing better than lying in bed or sitting on the sofa where I fucked you, especially when I can still smell you.”

“Okay wow you’re gross,” her eyes rolled as she shifted.

“C’mon let me show you around, let me fuck you,” he said reaching for her arm.

“I said NO!” She ejected from his side in a flash recoiling from him grasp, glaring past their reflections in the window she glanced out at the bustling city. The once stunning blue sky had turned murky, a grey hue seeping in and taking over. As if the devil himself had slipped into the apartment and perched on [Y/N]s shoulder to casually taunt her further her shoulder leaned against the glass.

“Baby, what’s going on?” Jensen rushed to her side with slumped shoulders and bent bowlegs.

“Nothing I just- I just got here and it’s like you don’t want to spend time with me.”

“Please don’t lie to me [Y/N],” he said cupping her face with a big hand as heartbreak laced his voice. “That’s not the reason.”

She dropped her shoulders and sighed heavily. “I’m just tired and drained.”

“Probably because you’re not eating enough,” he accused harshly as the warmth from his palm ripped from her jaw.

“What?”

“You’ve lost weight.”

“I didn’t mean to I promise,” she told him honestly.

“Even if it wasn’t intentional, something’s bothering you, what is it?”

“I dunno, probably just anxiety, not seeing you for three months, this whole pandemic, the state of the world in general, the list is endless.”

“Why won’t you tell me?” He asked, brows furrowing and jaw clenching.

“Because there’s nothing to tell.”

Jensen dropped his head, pushed his tongue into his cheek and sighed. “Y’know after fifteen years together, eleven years married and three kids, I thought we told each other everything, helped each other through anything.”

“Jensen please- it’s not like that.”

“Then tell me what it’s like!”

“FINE!” She screeched back, “okay, fuck-” grasping her temples and leaning against the bitter slab of glass tears pickled her eyes. “It’s Chace.”

He was knocked off balance with her answer not realising they knew each other. “What about him?”

“It’s nothing, it doesn’t matter, it happened sixteen years ago-”

“A minute ago there was nothing to tell, now there is,” Jensen barked. “Did you sleep with him?”

“What? No!”

“Because if it was before us then it really is none of my business, we’ve all got exes.”

“For gods sake I didn’t sleep with Chace!”

“Then what’s the issue?” Jensen asked exasperated. 

“Taylor!” She screamed with an unintentional stomp of her foot, “it’s fucking Taylor okay?!” Dark clouds swamped the sky, the sunlight was stripped away as if it was suddenly night time and there was rumbles in the distance honing in on their position. 

“What’s he got to do with Chace?” Jensens mind was boggled, his thoughts running a million miles an hour trying to connect the dots that made no sense to him. “I don’t-”

“The guys Taylor told about me,” her voice was barely a whisper. Jensen knew, well he knew there was a group of guys, not specific individuals that had taken part in mocking her sexually after Taylor had disclosed the dirty details about his sex life with [Y/N]. “Chace was one of those guys.”

Jensens brows furrowed, the wind was knocked from his lungs and a green tint tainted his face. A rush of rage boiled his blood and transformed the sickly green glow of his skin to a flustered flushed red. “You lied?”

His voice was thick, cold and sharp, piercing straight into her gut. “About what? When?” She asked surprised and angered by his accusation.

“Yesterday after you came in and fucked me.” Those words sliced through her like a chefs holy grail knife. “You said there was nothing else going on, you said it was just the stress of travelling. Why didn’t you tell me about Chace?”

“I- I, didn’t know what to say? With covid I was sure I wouldn’t be able to meet anyone really anyway-”

“I’ve been working with him FOR MONTHS!” Jensen shouted with tight fists by his sides.

“It was sixteen years ago, he probably doesn’t even remember-”

“But you do! Were you ever gonna tell me?” She opened her mouth but nothing came out. “Jesus Christ [Y/N].” Jensens hand run through his hair, then he turned on his heel and headed for the exit. “I need some time.”

The thud of the door echoed around the walls as an eery silence engulfed the apartment and her hollow heart.

With Jade holding one of Jensens hands, Aurora holding the other and Finlay carrying his blanket waddling a few steps behind, the Ackles’ trudged along the clean hallway towards their apartment.

“I want mommy,” Fin said as he dragged his feet as if it was a chore to walk.

“The quicker you move, the sooner you’ll see her,” Jensen told him. Fin immediately trotted forward to join Jades side and take her hand. A sour taste coated Jensens tastebuds, he hadn’t spoken to [Y/N] since he left after their argument and here he was with their kids, no time to talk or apologise. 

“That one?” Jade tore her hand from Jensens and pointed at a door.

“Yup,” Jensen said. Jade rushed to the door dragging Fin behind her. She snatched the handle and bolted in with her brother.

“Mommy!” Fin screamed.

“Moooommmm!” Jade shouted.

Roe remained attached to Jensens hand as they entered the apartment. Closing the door he took a quick minute to inhale a deep breath, hold it for thirty seconds then release it. Finlay was glued to his moms chest and Jade squeezed in at her side. [Y/N]s eyes were puffy, no doubt she’d cried herself dry while he was out. Nonetheless she was enthusiastic about seeing her babies. Eventually Roe let go of Jensens hand and fell into her moms arms too. God, that was all Jensen wanted to do, collapse into the safe embrace of her love.

The familiar sound of Matthew Lillards voice filled the apartment as Scooby-Doo and the Loch Ness Monster flashed on the large flatscreen. Jade had made a bed of blankets and pillows on the floor, laying star-fished and content by herself. Finlay was tucked in [Y/N]s arms, he held his comfort blanket and suckled the corner like he usually did. They had been trying to get the four year old to let go of his safety net, but right now [Y/N] needed her own, so she allowed him to delve into his comfort zone. Roe sat on Jensens knee on the opposite side of the sofa, his arm was curled around her waist and she was propped against his stomach.

Angst definitely filled the air, but so far the kids had been unaware of the tension between their parents, even Jade who was seven. Since Jensen came back to the apartment [Y/N] and him hadn’t spoke much, actually nothing was said unless it had to be. Dinner was quiet and somber, then the kids wanted to play hide and seek, but Jensen suggested watching a movie instead. He was physically drained due to the emotional toil of that morning and he just wanted to go to bed and bury his head in the pillow as if the softness would ease the ache inside his heart.

[Y/N]s chest was crushed, the light faded from her eyes and even her beautiful babies couldn’t reignite her flame. Not when her husband was sitting on the same sofa as her, yet so far away. She knew he needed time to process their argument, so she waited, calm on the outside and hideously freaking out on the inside.

“I want mommy,” Roe said tilting her head back to look at Jensen.

“Go get her then,” he encouraged softly as he removed the barrier of his arm.

Roe tumbled off his lap and crawled her way over the sofa, she tucked into her moms hip. “Noooo, go away-” Finlay whined as he pushed her away.

“Hey Fin, c’mon now, there’s plenty of space for Roe too,” [Y/N] told him. Finlay huffed but gave up the fight against his sister.

“Daddy come too?” Roe invited her dad to join them. Jensens eyes flicked to [Y/N]s, her face remained flat, but she showed no discomfort at him getting closer, so he shuffled along the sofa and plonked himself down beside Roe, who once again climbed onto his lap. Now there was a Roe sized gap between the adults, but it could have been the distance of the grand canyon. It hurt [Y/N] more that he was closer because it somehow pushed him further away. Catching a lump in her throat she lifted Finlay into the gap making him huff instantly.

“I’ll just be a minute, I’m going to the toilet,” she reassured him.

“I go too,” Finlay said.

“No, you don’t need to go, you stay here, I’ll be right back.” Barely fifteen feet from her family the tears started falling down her face as she jogged to the bathroom.

Her sobs drowned out Jensens footsteps, causing her to leap into the air with a squeal like a startled cat when his hand folded over her shoulder in the middle of the bedroom. “[Y/N].”

“Go back to the kids Jensen,” she muttered, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her oversized hoodie.

“We need to talk.”

“Not while they’re awake.”

“I can’t wait that long.”

“Really because you’re the one that walked out!” Her temper was about to blow, but her volume lowered. “I don’t know what’s got you so wound up about this-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” He spat, closing in on her.

“Keep your voice down,” she said, straightening her back and gaining a few inches.

“Something felt off, I knew it, but I told myself that you just needed control! If I had known you were fucking me to hurt yourself, I’d never have let it happen.” 

“I didn’t-”

“Don’t fucking lie you wanted it to hurt,” he shouted with a pointed finger in her face. “You used me.”

Despite being completely dehydrated tears collected in [Y/N]s waterline. She had wanted it to hurt and it did. “I, I didn’t know- I’ve just- I’m so sorry Jensen.”

“Do you know how disgusting I feel?”

“I never meant it to be like that,” her voice was barely a whisper. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I- I’ve been struggling and- fuck things are just so overwhelming. Every-fucking-day I’ve had to not-” her breath hitched, her hands clutching her chest.

“Why didn’t you tell me things were this bad?” His fingers crushed her shoulders as he gently shook her, partially in anger, mostly through worry.

“Because you had enough on your plate, we’d just moved house, the pandemic was rampant, you had to leave me and the kids, you had a new job, with new coworkers and crew, a new place to live- me crying about something that happened sixteen years ago was the least of our priorities.”

“When I sent you messages about my day and mentioned Chace did it make you think of Taylor?” Her lips pressed into a thin line and she remained quiet. “THAT’S WHY I’m so fucking pissed! You’ve been going through this ALONE.” Silence engulfed the room for almost a minute as [Y/N] shuddered and Jensen fought to keep his temper from exploding. “I almost lost you. Remember me being by your side in the hospital?”

“That wasn’t the part Chace was involved in-”

“That doesn’t change a damn thing!” 

“Jensen-” her breath hitched and her hands shook against his pecs. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to add any more pressure onto you.”

“Fuck baby, I don’t care what it is-” he cupped her face, his anger lines fading as fear settled in to soften his features, “tell me everything, even if it’ll be hard for me to hear. We go through everything together okay? Don’t shut me out.”

"I’m sorry,” she threw her arms around his shoulders and squeezed him tight. His cologne wrapped her in a blanket as his hands found her waist. “I love you so much,” she said before her snot covered nose crashed onto his cheek and her lips found his.

At first Jensen froze, then he pulled her legs around his waist and moved his tongue with hers as he stepped backwards to the bed. “I hate when we fight,” she mumbled into his mouth. Her hands slid from his firm shoulders, up his thick neck and into his soft hair.

“I know baby, I’m sorry,” he told her. She tugged at his lower lip with her teeth and his legs gave out descending them onto the bed.

Hearing those words from between his lips wedged a lump in her throat, the momentary rush of lust vanished completely. “I swear I didn’t mean to-,” she croaked as shame trampled her body and disgust lashed her soul. “Oh God I never- I’m sorry Jensen.”

“That’s over now okay?” He held her jaw and dipped his head to catch her eyes. “Forget about it.” [Y/N] gently nodded and bit her lip, Jensen nudged his forehead with hers, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she whispered back.

“Mommy?” Finlay squawked from the doorway with his blanket tightly fisted in his hand dragging behind on the carpet.

Jensen bolted to his feet with [Y/N] in his arms, dropping to her pins she wiped her eyes and swiped her mouth. “What is it baby?”

“I need to go,” the shy four year old told his parents.

“You know where the toilet is,” Jensen said. Finlay nodded and went into the en suite without closing the door behind him. Jensen lightly sighed, “we still need to talk about this.”

“I know, but can we just have some time with the kids right now please?”

“Of course, we still have a movie to finish,” Jensen reminded her.

Jensen observed his kids in awe, the movie was over an hour long and not one of them had stirred besides toilet breaks, their eyes had been continuously glued to the tv determined to not miss a moment of the Scooby-Doo flick. He had picked Scooby because it was his wifes favourite cartoon and it was his silent way of comforting her when they weren’t on open-communication terms.

After their little spat in the bedroom the mood had lifted on the return to the living room, [Y/N] tucked into Jensens side on the sofa, her leg draped over his. Roe tucked herself in Jensens other side and Finlay, wanting to be close as possible to his mom plonked himself down on Jensens stomach, making sure to crush his balls for a moment in the adjustment process. Jade remained content on the floor surrounded by all the space in the world, she had her kingdom and she was happy.

The credits barely rolled when Jensen gently shouted “bath time!” Fin scampered off the sofa and bolted. Roes eyes widened and the sweetest ‘oh no’ slipped between her lips before she darted. “Y’know they don’t hate the bath, they just love being chased,” Jensen told [Y/N].

“Yeah, I know,” she smiled. 

“Right Jadey-baby what do you wanna watch now?” Jensen asked their eldest.

“Monsters Uni,” Jade mumbled.

“Monsters Inc University it is then,” Jensen confirmed as he played with the buttons guiding the tv to his command, Jade was enthralled immediately before the movie even started.

“Oh no daddy Ackles the twins are missing!” [Y/N] exaggerated in a playful tone as she eyed her husband.

“We’re gonna have to send out a search party then huh?” The twins giggled from separate hiding spots sending a bolt of love through their parents hearts. Knowing full well where the kids were Jensen announced they should look behind the kitchen island, seconds later a small giggle and soft footsteps danced through the air as Finlay found a new hiding spot.

Jensen threaded his fingers with [Y/N]s and directed her towards the kitchen then dipped behind the kitchen island and shouted ‘gotcha.’

“They’re not here,” [Y/N] feigned shock.

“We just need to look somewhere else, we’ll try under the kitchen table.” The feet of a chair dragged across the tiles making a hideous screeching noise, then the gentle pitter patter of feet darted across the room, Roe had run to her brother. “We’ve got them this time,” Jensen announced enthusiastically. “One, two, three...” the adults once again shouted ‘gotcha’ and pretended to be dumbfounded when they didn’t discover the twins.

“Oh no where are the babies,” [Y/N] exclaimed.

“We’re not babies!” Roe shouted leaving her hiding spot to challenge her mom.

“There they are!” [Y/N] alerted Jensen.

“Here we come,” Jensen warned the kids who grabbed each others hand and ran to the master bedroom in a fit of giggles and excited screams. Instead of instantly following them, the adults gave the kids some time to find a new hiding spot. “Right where we need them,” he said proud of their tactical ambush.

“Right where I need you too,” [Y/N] perched on her tip toes, stabled herself against his chest and kissed him with an almighty force but at the same time gingerly as if she was holding herself back, which she was because she wanted to devour him right there in the hallway.

“In bed or in the tub?” Jensen asked, curiosity sprinkling his voice.

“Maybe both,” [Y/N] pulled away, taking a few steps backwards she curled her finger instructing him to follow, which he obeyed without hesitation. Catching up to her, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed the side of her head. She pecked his forearm that crossed her chest. As they shimmied through the doorway two lumps under the bed covers exposed the twins’ new hiding spot. “I’m sure they came in here,” [Y/N] said.

“Lets check the cupboard,” Jensen said while placing his finger over his lips then pointing to the bed. [Y/N] nodded agreeing to the silent surprise attack. They creeped forward then leaped on the edge of the bed, their hands capturing a kid and fingers tickling them into fits of giggles and prayers to stop. Jensen pulled back the sheet, “gotcha this time.”

“Nooo daddy,” Finlay chuckled as he struggled to all fours in an attempted to escape Jensen.

“You ready for a bath?” [Y/N] asked Roe who shuffled closer and wrapped her arms her moms neck while nodding, she loved bath time and a small chase was just something she did because Finlay liked it.

Finlay was off the bed and running in circles around the room, Jensen feigning annoyance that his son was faster than him. Fin always needed extra encourage for bath time, it wasn’t that he didn’t like it, he was just a little odd and hated being naked, when he was a toddler the only way to calm him in the bath was for him to have his blanket in there too, luckily they had grown him out of that. [Y/N] worried her own issues were rubbing off on her kids, she hated being naked, ever since she could remember, the only time she feels safe enough to not care is with Jensen.

“How about we start the bath and hopefully by the time it’s done daddy’s caught Fin.”

“I want a fizzer,” Roe said. She meant the kid friendly mini bath bombs that exploded with spurts of colour and bubbled along the surface of the water. “But I’m picking.”

“You always pick.”

“Yeah cos Fin doesn’t behave,” her four year old daughter declared matter of factly.

“Y’know who he got that from?” Roe raised her brows. “Daddy.” 

“Yeah well, boys are dumb,” Roe said as her eyes rolled, she climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

[Y/N] couldn’t stifle the chuckle that burst in her stomach, kids were the funniest things and her heart swelled seeing her own so content. A screech from Finlay stole her attention, Jensen held their small son like a weight bar high in the air. “Be careful Jen,” she urged anxiously.

“Really babe?” He glared sinfully as if she’d said something extremely offensive, but lowered his arms to lessen her anxiety. “Have I ever dropped you?”

“No I know, just, y’know.”

“I know,” he reassured her with a cheeky wink. “I think daddy deserves a medal for catching the wild baby shark huh?”

“Nooooo!” Finlay shouted. “Mommy,” he pleaded for her help.

“Daddy’s right, he did a good job.” Her hand crawled over his shoulder and she whispered in his ear “I’ll give you something else you deserve later on.” Jensen gulped loudly and cleared his throat.

“C’mon I’m waiting,” Roe huffed from the doorway of the en suite with her arms folded.

“I’m ever so sorry madam,” Jensen said crossing the room with a worn out Fin relaxed in his arms. He was impressed and shocked to find out his four year old daughter had already twisted the knobs and blocked the drain to fill the bath. They were getting so big so fast, just the other day he could have sworn they were tiny little babies who screamed every time they were separated from each other. 

Jensen kept the kids busy picking toys to play with while [Y/N] corrected the temperature to an enjoyable but safe heat for the twins. “Clothes off, c’mon,” he instructed the twins.

“Daddy help,” Roe said with her pink shirt scrunched to her chest. Jensen helped Roe out of her clothes and scooped her up under the armpits then gently dropped her into the bath. “Daddy the fizzers.”

“You need to get washed first remember,” [Y/N] said over her shoulder before focusing her full attention on coaxing Finlay out of his clothes. He nibbled his fingers and stood frozen in his little dinosaur boxers. “C’mon baby shark, in and out okay?” He barely nodded then pushed his boxers down to his ankles. “Good boy,” [Y/N] praised him and kissed his head.

“Right little man lets get you in the tub,” Jensen said scooping Fin up and placing him in the water, just as he had done with Roe moments before. Bath time always had the same routine; the chase, play time in the tub then the battle between kids and parents to wash hair and bodies, then the coaxing out of the tub. Sometimes it was a short routine, thirty minutes maximum, but other times it could end up taking over a couple of hours to make it through the process. Both parents were relieved that the structure was smooth sailing tonight.

Jensen wrapped Fin in a towel and rubbed his body while expressing playful growls and grumbles, [Y/N] copied the action with Roe.

“Nooo, stop daddy. Let me go,” Finlay muttered as he fought the enclosure of the blue towel.

Jensen allowed the towel to crash to the floor, freeing Finlay who dashed through the apartment as Jensen followed behind accompanied by a cheeky cackle.

A bath and especially the excitement of a bath bomb always wiped Roe out, cradled half asleep, covered in the towel in her moms arms she floated to the bedroom. Almost depleted of every ounce of energy, Roe remained boneless on the bed while [Y/N] put her PJs on. Jensen had already got Finlay in his PJs and tucked into bed.

“Can I go to bed?” A yawning Jade asked from the doorway.

“Yeah c’mon baby,” Jensen said plumping up the pillows.

“Are you sure you wanna sleep on the floor Jade?” [Y/N] asked.

“Yeah I gotta watch over my brother and sister and keep them safe,” she said pulling the blanket up to her chin.

“Y’know you’re a really really good big sister, I’m proud of you pickle,” Jensen kissed her cheek softly.

“I love you daddy.”

“I love you too Jadey,” Jensen said stroking her chin.

“Night mom, love you.”

“I love you, goodnight.”

[Y/N] and Jensen said I love you to the conked out twins, each blissfully unaware of the kisses from their parents. They hovered by the open door for a few minutes watching over their babies. Jensen tugged at her shoulder and pulled the door closed, leaving it slightly ajar so a streak of light slashed through the room.

“What do you say I run another bath, just for us?” Jensen asked one brow raised and cheekily curved mirroring the corner of his mouth.

“Sounds good to me.”

Despite them being fully naked and bodies flush against one another Jensen remained soft, this moment wasn’t sexual, it was raw, deep and unsettling. To comfort himself he pulled her close to his chest, resting his head on her shoulder. Finally finding his voice he gently asked “you gonna tell me what’s going on?” [Y/N] sighed heavily. “Ignoring it won’t make it go away.”

“I know, I know, I just- don’t want to.”

“You need to baby.” Jensen assured her with words and a firm squeeze. [Y/N] folded forward allowing her forehead to rest uncomfortably against her knees. “What’re you struggling with?”

“Please- don’t make me say it,” her voice was barely a whisper.

“Okay, just yes or no, alright?” She nodded silently. “Are you having urges towards pills?”

“No,” she muttered while shaking her head.

“What about something sharp?” [Y/N] recoiled instantly attempting to shrink herself into non-existence, he only held her tighter. “It’s okay baby, I’m here.

“I’m sorry,” she stuttered through soft sobs.

Jensen forcibly manoeuvred her shoulders, twisting her body his fingers graced her chin as he commanded her to look at him. “I love you okay? I love you more than anything. I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, but now I know what you’re dealing with, we’ll go through it together. I’ve watched you grow and learn for fifteen years, trust me, you’re incredible and so strong, and you’re the only one I want to spend my life with.” [Y/N] crumpled into his chest and clutched him tight, he held her while she cried and kissed her temple until she was quiet again.

He spent time washing her hair, not that it needed cleaned, but it was a form of intimacy they’d shared for years. The gentle scraping of her scalp with his padded fingers as the shampoo bubbled, the way he made sure he’d scooped all of her hair, the way he pulled her head back and kissed her forehead as he combed her hair with conditioner coated fingers and then held her hair like a rope to rinse the products out, it was all so delicate. He gracefully pecked her water sprinkled skin every so often causing her to throw her head back and gasp when his teeth grazed the gratifying spot between her neck and shoulder.

When he bit a little harder she moaned in a way that clamped his balls and sent shivers down his spine. Her knees broke the surface of the water as she slipped deeper with an unforgiving grip on his thighs. Blindly finding his hand she clutched it with both of hers and dragged it to her breast, forcing his palm flat against her small chest she gripped his hand making him grab her tit. She dug her nails into his hand forcing him to squeeze harder to the point a guttural moan filled the bathroom. Desperate for his touch she found his other hand and guided it down her body, straight to her entrance where she bucked against his flat palm.

Arranging his fingers aimlessly, his middle digit curved enough to slip through her outer walls. Starved for more she grabbed his wrist and shoved him down, his finger dove deeper and she shuddered. The water sloshed as she pleasured herself with his hand.

“You’re gonna flood the bathroom,” he smirked.

“I don’t care.”

“Well I do, c’mon out.” [Y/N] huffed as she flipped over and sat on his thighs, her hand grasping his throbbing dick. “Contain yourself til we get into bed,” he told her.

“Why don’t you just fuck me right here, on the floor or against the wall,” she groaned into his ear.

“Because you’ll probably wake the kids-”

Knowing her husband was right she reluctantly released his dick and exited the tub with a sour face. Without grabbing a towel to dry off she headed straight for the bed. He pulled the plug and the water spiralled down the drain with a dull gargling echoing through the pipes. 

He entered the bedroom with his fingers trailing through his hair leaving it standing on end as droplets of water zigzagged down his skin. His dick stood mighty and proud, at attention and bobbed with each step closer, even from this distance she could see the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“C’mon baby,” she said holding out a limp wrist from her split-legged kneeling position on the bed. Jensen swallowed hard then dashed to the bed falling on top of her, his tongue hungrily playing with hers as their bodies rolled and their limbs tangled. [Y/N] mounted him, groaning when her bud rubbed against his shaft.

An unnerving bolt of lightening struck his core, jolting back he held his hands in the air. “No- nono, don’t do that.” That position, that moan, it was just like yesterday when she fucked him and that wasn’t going to happen tonight. They sat silent and still for a moment just looking at each other before she retreated from his lap to lay down on the bed, head against the pillow and legs split.

“Use me,” she said. His dick twitched and his jaw clenched. “C’mon do it,” she pushed.

With the fury of the pits of hell themselves fuelling his passion Jensen crushed both her wrists in one of his hands and slotted between her open thighs. Ravenous for full control he held back barks as she continued to goat him. “C’mon go for it-” 

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth,” he snarled as his free hand clamped her mouth and nose tightly, leaving her with no viable way to breathe.

Despite having the utmost trust in Jensen, being in a position where she had absolutely no control paralyses her with fear, every single time. Only with him there’s a calm ocean to comfort the panic, a summers heat to engulf the anxiety and the most dazzling green eyes to sooth her soul.

Although never feeling calmer, [Y/N]s body responded naturally to receiving no oxygen, her limbs shuddered and rattled as she struggled under his bodyweight. When her eyes bulged and the tears formed, Jensen removed his hand allowing her to sharply inhale the forbidden breath. Coughing and panting she muttered, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everythi-”

“You won’t be truly sorry until the kids aren’t around-” he threatened, “for now just stay quiet.”

Without hesitation Jensen plunged his swollen head into her wanting hole, breath snatched from her, she attempted to yell out. “What did I say?” His fingers tightened around her wrists, a warning to watch herself. After a gentle nod confirming she was still present and willing Jensen rocked his hips, his thick shaft dragged along her inner walls as her hole circled his girth tightly. “You’re gonna lay there a take it,” he told her while adamantly driving his length deeper into her at a frantic pace. 

[Y/N]s betrayal burned through him like an unstoppable wildfire on the hottest day of the summer, he was drained and bone-dry, every inch available to catch alight and disintegrate between her legs and lips. He wanted to scream at her at the top of his lungs, call her a bitch, wrap his hand around her throat until she was scratching at him to let her go, shove her face into the floor as he fucked her from behind and used her like she used him, but instead he shelved those needs and nibbled on her ear. “I’ll make it fucking hurt,” he hissed before letting go of the reigns and pounding into her unforgivingly. 

His thrusts were so violent and fast she couldn’t catch a breath, her lungs burned as much as her hammered entrance was filled to capacity. He kept her wrists bound in his hand, his other hand forcing her down into the mattress with fingertips digging into her hip reminding her where she was and what was happening.

A purely animalistic growl burst from Jensen. “Fuckin’ hell!” It wasn’t a lust fuelled wanton outpour, it was a heart splitting in two devastated whine. The bones in her wrists cracked when he squeezed tighter, his hips bucked harder and relentlessly plunged his stone column into her deepest spot over and over again. Finally, her hip sang with freedom from his grip, but the pillow beside her started squealing as it took a beating. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”Jensen shouted with one last hefty punch to the pillow as he completely stilled between her legs. “I can’t,” he said between deep pants, “this isn’t- I need to hold you, make sure you don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said before kissing his taught jaw softly and rolling her hips to manoeuvre his dick inside her, “my whole world is right here.” 

Jensen buried his nose into her hair and inhaled deeply as if he knew he wouldn’t have the capability to smell soon. “I love you, I love you so fucking much.” His hands crushed her body in a brutal embrace as he held her closer and rocked his hips in time with hers trying to get impossibly close, close enough to become one. 

“I love you too,” she groaned into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry-”

“Ssshhh baby,” he whispered trailing his hand between their bodies, “it’s okay, let me make you feel good.”

“Oh f-,” she whined when his fingertips graced her clit and pushed the button to wind the coil buried deep inside of her. 

Barely rocking and without an inch of space between them they fast approached their climax, while embraced in each others arms both parties were terrifyingly afraid to let go in case the other would vanish into thin air. 

“Jensen, please-” she begged unable to dangle on the edge any longer, she needed to hit the peak with him, tumble through the comedown in his arms, know they were alright and everything was going to be okay. 

Desperate for the weight to be lifted off his shoulders Jensen rubbed her clit furiously while maintaining a strict, tight rhythm of thrusts. 

It all happened so fast, his needy declarations of love, his perfectly timed assault against her core and his hands tightening in her hair, it tipped her over the edge. A tsunami of pleasure dismantled her brain, rocked her body and shook her soul making her scream loud enough for God to hear as her orgasm ripped through her.

Enamoured by her wails Jensen was thrust into his own climax, he roared just as loud as she had when he exploded, his load painted her inner walls as he stilled inside of her until the very last drop of his seed dribbled out his swollen tip and was eaten by her hungry pussy.

“Fuck babe,” he mumbled into her neck between soft kisses as he rolled them through the comedown.

Her mouth was open, limbs were limp and eyes rolling back as he slipped his softening length from her hole. “I love you Jensen,” she moaned as he retreated letting the cool air nip her skin.

“I love you too baby,” he said, rolling over and pulling her into his chest, then before settling himself he made sure she was entirely covered by the sheet. “G’night.”

“Night,” she muttered already almost asleep.

Dampened thuds and muffled cries jolted [Y/N] and Jensen awake from the sweet paradise of sleep.

“Fuck we forgot to unlock the door,” she muttered still half asleep trying to find her way out of the bedsheet and Jensens limbs. Untangling herself she searched in the dark and flicked the light on, leaping out of bed she covered herself in Jensens shirt that lay on the floor from the day before.

The cries were coming from Finlay, his tell tail hitching of his breath eluding to his identity. “I’m coming baby,” she said while throwing Jensens boxers at him.

Darting to the bedroom door, the lock clicked and when she pulled the thick wooden plank open Finlay fell to his hands and knees at her feet. “What’s wrong baby?” She bent down and scooped him into her arms immediately.

“I hear the monsters,” Finlay said, fear overpowering his wide eyes. [Y/N] suspected he was hearing the fairly harsh wind outside, typically she’d take him back to his bed, make him feel better and coax him to stay while she returned to bed with Jensen, but tonight she was beyond exhausted and her emotions were extremely fragile, she didn’t have the heart to turn him away.

“Right c’mon baby, lets go to bed,” she smiled.

Jensen reached over and hugged her waist urging her back to bed. “What’s going on you guys?”

“Monsters,” Finlay said.

[Y/N] settled beside Jensen and both parents opened their arms inviting him in, but Fins brows were still furrowed and eyes sparkling with fresh tears.

“I want to be in the middle so the monsters can’t get me,” he said.

Jensen instantly rebounded and created space.“C’mon then buddy,” he said, “get in here.”

Finlay smiled wide and dived in, he scooted his back against Jensens torso and then rested his head on [Y/N]s chest, covering himself with his trusty blanket as he squeezed between his parents. 

“Night little man,” Jensen said.

“Night daddy, night mommy,” Finlay muttered.

“Night baby,” [Y/N] kissed her sons forehead. Jensens firm hold on her dragged her back to sleep and she slept soundly in her boys arms for six straight hours.

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Call You Mine

Summary - When Y/N meets Jensen on the set of Supernatural, her life takes an unexpected turn. Never in her wildest dreams, Y/N thought that their casual friendship will change into something sinful after they shoot a risqué scene together one night.

Pairing - Jensen x Y/N, Jensen x OFC!Millie

Warnings - Angst, infidelity, mentions of guilt and despair, explicit mention of extramarital affairs, SMUT 18+ minors DNI (p in v, fingering, dirty talk), slight mention of Dom!Jensen (it's very slight), fluff, a happy ending.

WC - 3052

Square Filled - Free Space ( @supernatural-jackles' Tell Me A Story Bingo); Song Based Fic ( @spnmixedbingo )

A/N 1 - This is a submission for @tvdspngirl314's challenge. My prompt was "I met a girl, we talked, it was epic."

Also this is a submission for @negans-lucille-tblr's "7Ks of the Week Challenge" (Congratulations on your 7k)

@deangirl93's 500 followers challenge (congrats on your 500). My prompt was the song "I Can't Quit You Baby". All prompts are in bold.

A/N 2 - This is a work of pure fiction and irl I absolutely do not support the act of cheating in a relationship. No hate towards the Ackles fam. I love Danneel and for the sake of the fic, Jensen is married to an OFC and not Dee.

Beta'd by @miss-nerd95 (Thanks, hon <33)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

I can't quit you baby

So I'm gonna put you down for awhile

I said I can't quit you baby

I guess I gotta put you down for awhile

“Jensen...” The name rolled off her tongue effortlessly as the man’s fingers danced across her bare skin, his electrifying touch leaving Y/N breathless, panting and begging for more. The very touch of his that had started it all.

Everyone always expressed how being in love was the most exhilarating feeling in the world, but no one ever spoke about the perils of being in love with a person who already belonged to someone else. The ring on Jensen's finger served as a wistful and painful reminder of that.

As soon as the doors had closed, the actor had backed up Y/N against the elevator, letting her see the need in his eyes. His hands had sneaked behind her, his fingers entangling with the strands of her hair, completely messing the hairstyle she had pulled off for the m&g panel in the evening. Her hands landed on his biceps, trying to steady herself. Their lips moulded together so perfectly as if they were made for each other, but it pained Y/N to think that she was nothing but his dirty mistress.

Their relationship, if she could even call it one, was all about clandestine meets, stolen stares and subtle touches. Jensen was like a drug for her and she was high on the thrill of being with him even if he was gone in the morning, leaving her behind with nothing but guilt.

Jensen had closed the door of the suite behind him as they stepped into Y/N’s room together. With lips swollen from their heavy makeout in the elevator, he wasted no time as she found herself pinned to the wall by the actor's strong hands. In the fairly lit room, she noticed his wedding band was now missing. Y/N knew Jensen and his wife's relationship was on the rocks even before she had started to work on the SPN set. Which was also the reason why few months ago, the hide-and-seek between them and the hungry paps with cameras had started.

Hands on her hips, Jensen had pulled her close on the set, more than the director demanded it. That night, he had found himself standing inside her trailer, after the fated shot. The heart wants what it wants and just as the saying went, they had given in to their burning desires. In a moment of weakness, Jensen had broken off every single one of his vows and destroyed any hope of salvaging his relationship with his estranged wife.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Jensen ripped her blouse off, unhooking her bra quickly, barely containing his eagerness before stepping out of his own jacket. Y/N clutched at the ends of the counter, knocking off the magazines lying on top of it and draping her other arm around Jensen's firm body. He delicately cupped her face as his mouth devoured hers. She could taste the mint and coffee on his lips feeling his teeth graze roughly against her, making her moan into him. The actor pushed her legs apart with his knees and stood close between her thighs as his tongue explored every inch of her mouth.

In desperate need of air, they momentarily separated before Jensen dipped his head down again, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down her neck. Y/N’s legs buckled under his hypnotic touch when his mouth found her pulse point and she supported herself against his body. Jensen's hands moved down to her breasts, kneading them. His fingers caressed her hard nipples before his mouth latched onto one sensitive bud.

“Jay, please-” Y/N could only form two words as Jensen flicked her nipple while his fingers worked on the other one, spurring her on. Words weren't quite necessary, cause the man knew exactly what she needed. He knew her every tic, her every emotion like the back of his hand and Y/N was aware of that fact as well. No one could ever worship her body like he did.

Jensen was still wearing the black polo shirt, his noticeable bulge painfully straining in his jeans. She felt her wetness dampening the fabric of her panties as she thrusted her hips forward in need of some friction, her heated core brushing against his bulge.

Pulling apart for a second, Jensen’s viridian eyes studied her as his hands sneaked under her skirt. He watched her intently as she sucked on her bottom lip, closing her eyes when his fingers grazed past her soakedpanties.

A moan escaped her wet lips when Jensen's fingers hooked themselves with the waistband and in one swift pull, got rid of the panties. It quickly glided down her legs, pooling at her feet. He teased her by flicking at her bundle of nerves, making her lean her head back against the wall.

Y/N swayed on her feet a little, her hold on his shoulders tightening as she finally felt her legs give away when his fingers rubbed circles on her clit.

“Fuck-” she panted as he pushed a single finger inside her.

“Have you been thinkin’ about me all day?” Jensen leaned towards her ears, his scruff grazing across her neck. Y/N nodded, not trusting her voice, eyes still squeezed shut in sheer ecstasy.

“Sweetheart, use your words.” He ordered as his finger curled inside her.

“Yeah-fuck, yes.” Jensen kissed below her ear, smirking against her skin when she obediently answered him.

“I have been thinkin’ about you too, counting down the hours till I could get you alone.” He whispered against her neck. She mewled at the feeling of him adding another finger, his thick digits stretching her out as they curled inside her. “That little dress wasn't helping either.”

“Uh-huh,” she could feel the coil inside her tightening as his finger worked their way inside her, his thumb rubbing at her folds and clit, edging her on.

“I have thinkin’ all day about you clenching around my fingers and then my cock-” his words had an immediate effect as she clenched around his fingers as he kept pumping into her, “you've thinkin’ about that too, huh?” Y/N nodded again.

“What did I say? Words.” His other hand travelled down her body, stopping at her stomach and he pinched at her waist. “Words, baby.”

“I-I have been thinki-” Y/N panted when she realised she was close to her climax. Jensen picked up his pace and pumped his fingers faster into her, brushing past her g-spot over and over again.

When you hear me moaning and groaning, baby,

You know it hurts me deep down inside

When you hear me moaning and groaning, baby,

You know it hurts me deep down inside

Oh, when you hear me, honey, baby,

You know you're my one desire

“Lemme say it, sweetheart. I know you've been thinking how I would make you come on my fingers, how my dick is gonna fill you up, make you come all over me. Don't lie.” Jensen's every assumption was right to the dot. She had been thinking of everything to the last detail since the moment she watched him get out of his car, right outside of the convention building. But there was another thought on her mind, the image of him pushing her against one of the counters of his empty brewery a few weeks ago with him buried deep inside her.

That was the last she had seen Jensen before the convention as he had gone back home to his wife.

His wife.

The one woman he had promised to be with in sickness and health, till death do them apart. Guilt clouded Y/N’s mind but all rational thoughts flew out of the window when he lowered his head, kissing the neck and the coil inside her finally snapped.

With a cry of his name, she came undone on his fingers, her legs finally giving away but Jensen's hold prevented her from toppling over. He pulled his fingers out as she whimpered at the feeling. His digits still covered in her juices, Jensen pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere in the room. Y/N panted, trying to come down from the high but she wanted more. She needed to feel him.

“Y/N-” Jensen rasped, looking right at her with lust blown eyes. Y/N smacked her lips at the sight of his freckled, toned body.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” He smirked as Y/N eagerly reached out for his belt buckle.

“Uh-huh.” She agreed. Jensen bit back a moan when she reached out to palm his bulge. He threw his head back at the feeling of her hand on his erection through his jeans.

“It has been weeks-” Jensen said, clearly hinting at their last time together at the brewery. He quickly unbuckled his belt, pushing down his jeans along with his boxers, his erection springing free from its confines.

“Baby, it has been weeks since I felt your tight pussy wrapped around me. Fuck.” Y/N looked at him with hooded eyes and wrapped her fingers around his length, running her palm along its shaft and her thumb rubbed the tip of his cock, already lined with beads of precum. Jensen hiked her skirt up, pushing her hands away and gave his hard cock a few slow strokes. He nudged her sensitive core with his swollen tip, all while pulling out sweet, sinful noises out of her.

“Jay,” he loved hearing her needy moans, her voice raspy when she called out his name. His hands grabbed her ass and picked her up. Hooking her legs and arms behind him, with her back still firmly pushed up against the wall, Jensen lined himself with at her entrance.

Grunting, he pushed himself into her and wrapped his arms around her body. Y/N’s mouth fell open with an inaudible moan at the feeling of his cock stretching her out. Jensen placed a chaste kiss on her lips as he let her adjust to his size before slowly pulling out of her, leaving only the tip of his engorged cock inside, and pushed back in again, much deeper than before.

Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him close as she bucked up her hips to match his rhythm. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Jensen grunted as he started to thrust faster.

Y/N whimpered, her eyes fluttering close as Jensen snapped his hips forward before slowly drawing them back. With every thrust, she inched closer to her release as their breathing became ragged. The actor’s skin was flushed, his cheeks turning a bright red with beads of sweat lining his forehead as he felt her clench around her. Her nails dug into his back as the coil inside her tightened.

“‘M so close,” she whispered, as he continued to mercilessly pound into her.

“Cum around my cock, baby. I wanna feel you all over me-” Jensen growled into her ears, tugging on her earlobes with his teeth and his breath tickled her neck, making her quiver. Jensen had an effect on her that no one ever had. Sometimes, she would say to herself that Millie was a really lucky woman who got to have Jensen all the time and not just on convention weekends and sneaky nights spent in his empty brewery or a trailer park.

And Y/N was the one who was ruining their relationship. A home-wrecker. The tabloids would rightfully call her that if they ever found out about their twisted relationship.

“Jensen, fuck-” a cry of pure ecstasy left her lips as the coil inside her snapped once more and she felt herself coming undone for the second time that night. Jensen's thrust had become sloppy. He rocked his hips forward, thrusting a few more times. Burying his face in the crook of her neck a muffled scream of her name escaped his lips as he spilled into her, his white, hot seed coating her walls.

He lazily circled his hips a few times, his cock becoming soft inside her before he pulled out of her. His cum trickled down her leg, when he set her down, Y/N felt herself go weak in her knees when she tried to stand.

“Hi,” Jensen smiled, their eyes meeting, before he leaned forward.

“Hi.” Y/N whispered back. They stood together, holding each other closely with their foreheads touching. Guilt seeped into her and so did despair but she didn't regret any moment they spent together.

“Let me clean up the mess,” Jensen said.

“I'm gonna hop into the shower.” She said, holding out the hope that he would join her but he didn't.

“Alright.” It was all he said. Dejected, she pulled away from him and made her way towards the shower. All she wanted was to spend every single minute with him before he went back to his room to keep up the facade of his happily married life.

In the shower, Y/N thought about the day she had first met Jensen when she was a newbie on the set and reflected back on their rollercoaster of a relationship. There was an instant connection between them. Jensen was always such a gentleman. He truly cared for her, but love... she didn't know if even the idea of love existed between them or if she was just an affair.

She stepped out of the bathroom and saw that Jensen was now In his boxers. He gave her a nod and moved past her into the bathroom. A sad smile formed on her lips as she watched him walk away. She put on a comfortable pair of pjs and crawled into the bed, under the covers, waiting for the exact moment when Jensen stepped out of the bathroom and put on his clothes. And just like every other time, she would watch him leave after he kissed her forehead and told her he doesn't have a choice.

This time though, it was going to be different.

Y/N didn't want Jensen to leave, neither did she want to watch him go so she squeezed her eyes shut, adamant of not responding when he walked up to her.

She flinched when he heard the bathroom door shut. She counted down the minutes till the goodbye kiss but instead she felt the other side of the bed dip down with a familiar weight. Opening her eyes, she felt his hand wrapping around her waist. Jensen was in her bed. She turned to face him.

He was breathing slowly. His long lashes rested against his cheek and his freckled face reflected the look of absolute contentment.

Said you know I love you baby

My love for you I could never hide

Oh, you know I love you baby

My love for you I could never hide

Oh when I feel you near me little girl

I know you are my one desire

“You're staring.” He whispered.

“You're staying.” She replied back, making his beautiful eyes flutter open.

Pursing his lips together, he said, “Do you not want me to?”

“No-I mean, yes. Stay…But, what about Jared?”

“What about him?” He scrunched up his face in confusion.

“What if he finds out about us?” Y/N asked as she panicked. Hiding this relationship from Jared was the hardest task. He was like a brother to Jensen so he didn't want to lie to him but it was important to keep him in the shadows.

“Let him find out. I don't care anymore-”

“Jensen!” Y/N exclaimed. She didn't understand what was going on in his mind.

“It's okay, Y/N.” He said.

“How is it okay?”

“Millie and I are over. I finally ended it.”

Her mouth fell open in complete surprise. Of everything she had expected, this was the last thing she was anticipating to hear. “Our relationship was long dead anyway. We have separated. I'm filing for a divorce once I go back home this week.” Y/N would lie if she said that the thought of him choosing her over his wife had never crossed her mind.

“It's all because of me, isn't it-”

“No. No, sweetheart. We were already over even before I met you. I was just too scared to admit it to myself but then I met a girl, we talked. It was epic and the thought of losing her scared me more than anything else.” Jensen caressed her cheek, a gentle smile gracing his lips. He felt a burden being lifted from his shoulders. He could finally be with the woman he truly loved.

“Does this mean no more hiding?” She said, tears pooled in her eyes. Y/N needed to hear him say it now that she could shout it from the rooftops Jensen belonged to her, and she to him.

“Being with you made me realise what I was missing. All this while, I wasted my time trying to work on a dead relationship when I should have realised sooner that it was a lost case. That you are the one I want 'cause baby, I can't quit you. Millie and I would have never worked out no matter how many couple’s therapy we went to….I have never regretted a single moment I have spent with you. I love what we have. I love you.” Her breath hitched in her throat as she took in everything he said. Her mind was reeling from his sudden declaration. A single tear rolled down her cheek, as the corners of her lips tugged up, forming a smile but she was too overwhelmed to say anything, which Jensen took the wrong way and it scared him.

“Y/N-” his smile disappeared as his hand dropped from her cheeks, “I want you to be mine. Will you be mine?” Y/N immediately moved towards him. Her hands raked through his soft hair before she pulled him in for a longing kiss.

“I didn't even realise when I became yours but I know it happened at some point, Jay. I love you so much.” Y/N said. With smiles and their eyes sparkling with newfound happiness, they stayed in bed as Y/N nuzzled into his side. Jensen's warm hands were wrapped around her and she smiled against his chest. For the first time, the fear of losing Jensen didn't cross her mind because she knew he would stay with her that night and all that would follow. She was going to wake up with him by her side and didn't have to sneak behind anyone's back anymore.

She was happy and in love and so was Jensen.

Feedback is highly appreciated!

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Y’all cockles guys are so delusional it’s downright disgusting. J2 have had their ups and downs over the last year and you can tell that not only did they work things, their closer now. Now y’all want to start up trouble by claiming they look disgusted at doing what the fans ask of them during photo ops. If they had any problem doing intimate or win**** photo ops, they would express it… Seriously why do some of you guys hate such a sweet loving man?

Anon, I think you sent this to the wrong person.

Unfortunately I wasn’t able to follow most of the convention this weekend. So until I’m completely caught up and look into things, I will not comment on your rant about cockles causing trouble, j2 making up or your j2/Jared photo ops rant. However I will say this. First, hate is a very strong word and Second, I cannot speak for others and their opinions on Jared. As for me, I can say that I DO NOT hate Jared Padalecki, I dislike him and have zero respect for him, yes. But he is a wonderful actor and no one else can play Sam Winchester like he can.

When the prequel news dropped and his Twittertantrum begun, I happened to be on main at the same time. Most if not all of those tweets were taken down, I was able to save a few of them, more so out of disbelief and because witnessing something like that as it’s happening was a once in a lifetime thing.

This tweet wasn’t even directed at Jackles but Robbie Thompson. So If this is what you call a “sweet and loving man” with a supposed history of twittertantrums, who has yet to make any public apology, (as far as I know), or admit when he’s out of line, then I must be living under a rock.

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Made For You | Chapter 19

Summary: Dean and Sam like what they have together, and if screwing your brother screws with the universe’s “grand plan” while they’re at it, then even better. Neither of them has ever cared much for tradition or fate, but it turns out there are some destinies you can’t escape. Sometimes, someone is just made for you. 

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader / Alpha!Dean x Omega!Sam Rating: 18+ Warnings: Incest, Dub Con (Sex Pollen) Tags: Dean x Reader, Dean x Sam, alpha!Dean, omega!Sam, omega!Reader, fuck or die, sex pollen, love triangle, star-crossed lovers, destiny, true mates, primal urges, angst, mating, kissing, p in v, knotting, scenting, kinda threesome, hurt/comfort, praise kink, dirty talk, accidental mating, squirting, overstimulation, sloppy seconds Bingo Squares:  @spnabobingo - Sloppy Seconds | @supernatural-jackles TMAS Bingo - Fuck or Die Word Count: 2.2k

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Sam’s POV

Sam feels sick. No– no, actually, he doesn’t. He wants to feel sick. He knows he should feel horrified about everything that’s just happened.

He hadn’t meant to stay, really he hadn’t. Sam wants to blame it on the supernatural sex pollen, and some of it definitely can be blamed on the horrid substance. He can tell himself that he never would have stayed to watch Y/N and Dean if he had been thinking clearly. He never would have touched his baby girl the way he did at the end if he’d been of sound mind. Holding her, comforting her while she was in danger, making sure she and Dean were both safe; that’s one thing. Slipping his fingers between his daughter’s legs to play with her clit and help her cum around Dean’s knot is not as easily explained. And absolutely none of it is forgivable, Sam berates himself. 

He should be disgusted with himself… but he isn’t. As Sam breathes deeply, trying to comprehend everything that’s just transpired, he can feel his cock–rock hard and leaking almost as much slick as his hole–rubbing between the sweat-damp skin of Y/N’s lower back and his own stomach. At some point in the proceedings, his hospital gown must have gotten bunched up without him realising it. 

All of Sam’s senses feel overwhelmed and confused. His ass feels just as empty and desperate as it has since the sex pollen began to take effect, craving a knot, craving a mate. But now, he’s just mated himself to someone who can’t give him that. When Sam sucked Dean’s tongue into his mouth and licked over his brother’s lips, he swallowed down the same blood and mating hormones that Dean had just released from their daughter’s veins. Through their carelessness, and their desperate craving for each other, Sam and Dean had just forced Y/N into a mating bond that she hadn’t chosen. And now, the sex pollen that’s been making Sam crave an alpha’s cock is now also making him crave his own daughter’s cunt. Because he’s a fucking idiot. 

There’s yet another problem with this situation, though, because Dean’s cock is still knotted inside Y/N. Sam can feel the head of his brother’s dick pressing up against his palm through the base of the girl’s belly–a feeling that, inexplicably, has him practically delirious with desire. Y/N and Dean will probably stay knotted for a little while longer before the alpha releases enough to separate them without hurting either of them, and that’s if they don’t just start fucking again on instinct and stay tied the whole time. So both of the things that Sam is being forced to magically crave are also both off-limits to him right now, and he thinks it’s going to drive him insane. 

Well, silver lining, Sam thinks bitterly, if the sex pollen kills me, Y/N won’t be stuck mated to an omega she never wanted in the first place. 

“Hey, hey!” A dull tapping gets Sam’s attention and he blinks, bringing the hospital room back into focus around him, becoming conscious that Dean is lightly smacking him on the cheek. “There he is,” his older brother smiles tightly, and Sam feels his own lips pull up in a lazy smirk. 

“Shut up,” he tries to say, trying to roll his eyes, but Sam can’t feel his muscles reacting properly, the way he remembers it feeling, and his words come out blurry, his vision slurring. 

Dean’s POV

“Sammy? Sam!” Dean calls again, more forcefully this time as his little brother’s eyes lose focus again, and his lids slip shut. His jaw hangs slightly ajar and his neck begins to loll back, his stupid long floppy hair pooling on his shoulders. This is not good. This is very, very not good, and Dean can feel himself beginning to panic. The pollen is clearly beginning to take over Sam’s system. 

“Daddy?” Y/N grumbles, her head snuggling back into Sam’s chest as she tries to peer up at him. “Daddy?” she asks again, slightly more alert, when Sam doesn’t respond. “Daddy. Da– Dean? What’s wrong?” 

Dean tries to shush his mate, kissing her gently on the forehead as he tries to think about what can be done. He’s just found his brother again after twenty years. He’s not about to lose him again. No way. 

“Dean, what’s happening?” Y/N asks more insistently, pulling back to look him in the eye, the pleasure-fog that had been clouding her features a moment before almost entirely evaporated now. 

“It’s the pollen,” Dean grunts, shifting his body as much as he can with his knot still tied to Y/N. “Can you lean forward, baby girl? Need to try and move us over, give him some space.” 

“Shit, yeah,” Y/N flinches as she sits up too quickly, Dean’s cock moving inside of her and pulling uncomfortably for the both of them. 

“Careful,” Dean hisses, biting on his tongue in concentration as he tucks a hand under Y/N’s leg and pulls it around his waist more tightly. “Here, put your arms around my neck sweetheart, gonna pick you up.” The alpha sits back on his knees, gathering the omega into him and pulling her up off of the mattress. Sam’s body relaxes a little and slides a bit down the bed without the weight of Y/N keeping him upright. His legs splay open as if it’s instinctual, displaying his hole and his cock, the scent of his arousal leaking into the air around them and making Dean feel slightly faint. 

“Oh god,” Y/N whines, and Dean groans as her pussy clamps down on his knot, pulsing wantonly as she also inhales the scent of her father’s slick. “Oh fuck,” she whimpers into his shoulder, her lips skating damply over Dean’s skin. 

“You want him, don’t you, baby girl?” Dean hears himself purring against Y/N’s ear, unconscious of making the decision to speak. His voice sounds low and guttural, seductive, and he has no idea what’s coming over him. “Such a greedy little girl, not happy with just one Daddy stuffed in this pussy, are you? You want two. You want Sammy, don'tcha sweetheart?” 

“Fuck, Dean, yes,” Y/N groans, still grinding herself down onto his knot, which is not what Dean needs to be happening right now. He needs to get Y/N off of himself and on to his brother as quickly as possible, no matter how much his instincts are screaming at him for even considering pulling out of the cunt he’s currently cradled inside of. “Fuck, want you. Want you, Daddy,” the omega moans, and Dean’s breath catches in his throat, a whole muddle of arousal and emotion surging through him at the sound of Y/N referring to him as Daddy, and how much more that means now. 

“You’ve got me, baby girl,” he pants, nuzzling against her and dragging his mouth across her skin until his lips find hers. “Fuck, ‘mega, I got you. Alpha’s got you.” Dean is on his feet he realises, having picked Y/N up in his arms and stepped off of the bed. He slams Y/N’s back against the wall beside the bed, pinning her body against his, and starts thrusting into her furiously, fucking her so hard the bed beside them is quaking. His face is buried against her neck, her screams are thick and vital in his ears, stringing his nerves so tight they snap in a flash of heat as he empties himself inside of her for a third time. There’s so much cum he can feel some of it escaping the barrier that his knot is supposed to be making and dripping into the crevices between the omega’s thighs. 

“Dean,” Y/N is sobbing brokenly against him from her own overwhelming pleasure, and the alpha gets a spark of inspiration. 

Pulling his hips back a little so he can squeeze a hand between them, he lets his fingers find the tiny bundle of nerves a little ways above where he can feel his cock rocking in and out of her entrance the tiniest bit. He swirls the pads of his fingers over her until he finds the spot that makes her gasp and bang her head back against the wall, ecstasy written clearly over her face. Speeding up, he begins to flex his hips a little more, unable to control very much with his knot still so big inside of her, but hoping desperately that the increased girth is giving him the advantage he needs and rubbing over the right spot. 

“Cum for Daddy, ‘mega,” Dean commands, his jaw set in concentration. “Want you to squirt on my cock and push, push my knot right out of you baby girl, so you can go fuck your other Daddy for me. That’s what your alpha wants, Y/N. Wanna get you dripping wet so you just slide right down on your daddy's dick. It’s fucking big, take a look. Look at what I’m about to shove inside of this tight little hole, baby girl, and tell me how much you want your daddy’s cock inside of you.” 

Y/N’s body becomes almost painfully tight around him and Dean feels every muscle seize up urgently, feels the gush of slick between his legs as her body convulses around him, and with a monumental effort he drags his hips down and manages to work himself free, his daughter still shaking and jerking in his arms with the seemingly unending waves of her climax. When Dean manages to focus his vision and he catches sight of her face, he can see her whole countenance has gone slack, muscles that had been wound tighter than a spring now hanging limply beneath her skin, her eyes blinking and unfocused– just on the verge of passing out then, not actually unconscious. 

He’ll have to take the opportunity to congratulate himself some other time. 

Dean lets Y/N’s legs uncurl from around him and lowers her to the floor, switching position and sweeping her up into his arms bridal style in order to carry her more securely around the side of the bed to where Sam is lying. He looks like he’s asleep. Peaceful. Absolutely nothing untoward. Except Dean knows better, he’s seen this kind of thing before: the omega is fading fast. 

Y/N’s POV

When you manage to struggle back to some semblance of awareness, you can feel that your pussy is still full, which soothes the foreign urgency in your body that you assume is a consequence of the pollen. But something feels different, and it takes your foggy mind a minute or two to realise what it is. No knot. The cock inside of you is big, but you don’t have the distinctive pressure at the base of your entrance that comes from being locked with Dean after he’s knotted you. 

Experimentally, you squeeze your muscles around the intrusion, moaning at the sensation of how deep inside of you the tip is reaching. It feels like the cock is somewhere in your freaking chest, it's so long. You know it’s not Dean inside of you, but it takes your memory a moment to supply the name of who else it could be. 

Sam– you remember with a gasp as your body unconsciously rocks itself against him, grinding your hips down onto his length. 

Daddy. 

Daddy’s cock is sliding wetly inside of you, and you realise now that you’re curled against his chest, his large, warm hands splayed across your back, cradling you against him. You have an absurd memory of crawling into bed with him when you were little and wrapping yourself around him just like this–minus the sexual contact, of course. That part is new, but as you give your hips another experimental swivel, still lazily feeling out a rhythm, you decide you like this part. You’re gonna add this to the routine. Not that it’s been a part of your bedtime routine in fucking years, but you have the urge to start it back up, for some reason. It seems nonsensical that you would ever consider sleeping in a different bed to Daddy–or Dean, come to think of it. 

You have no idea where these thoughts are coming from, they all seem to swarm simultaneously across your mind’s eye in a haze that you don’t have the energy or desire to analyse right now, so you simply let them swarm, and focus on the feeling of rubbing your clit against the very root of Sam’s cock because you realise in a moment of astonishment, he’s not even all the way inside of you, because of the way your body is draped over his chest. 

Holy fuck. 

A second later, you feel an orgasm shimmering through every conscious nerve of your body, your clit drawing up and twitching against your body inside its little protective folds, trying to shrink away from the overstimulation. 

“Good girl,” you hear Dean’s voice purr behind you, and you feel another hand running gently over your back as the whispers of praise drift over your skin.

Chapter 20 posting on November 15th or head to my website to binge read the rest of the fic today!

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jib 6 breakdown and analysis

standard disclaimer: i am not gonna be linking to every single thing i talk about, but i will try my best to link to the moments that stand out to me the most. i have read long posts about this panel before, so not everything in this post is gonna be original or said for the first time ever, simply because there is a good chance that information has stuck in my mind and has subconsciously formed my view of this panel. this is also in no way, shape or form gonna be coherent, unfortunately. i’m just gonna hope that the cockles hivemind will be able to make sense of this regardless. love and light. and lastly, this is all in good fun, so don’t come at me if you think this is too out there please and thank you.

if i would have to give this panel a signifier, i would say this is the panel of the inside jokes. it’s the panel that shows us how well they know each other, to the point that they finish each other’s sentences and start telling the same punchline to a joke at the same time. 

but besides all of that, it was also the panel of the shoulder touches, husband behavior, and rescuer misha. let’s dive into it.

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i adore the fact that they are laughing and joking with each other from the first second they get on stage. the way that they tell that story about how they planned to have misha nap and have jensen drink whisky and humm, really reminds me of something that i mentioned a lot during my jib 7 analysis: they are very much in sync.

jensen slinging his arm around misha of course had to be compensated with a manly face and manly grip. the rituals… i know they are intricate.

it’s kind of cute how misha tried to both encourage jensen to try that step, and wanted to make sure he wouldn’t hurt himself lmao. dare i say husband behavior? (i do dare and i will do it again, bam bam!) 

something about the way they talk about j*red just makes me feel like they are such a team, if that makes sense? like, they both think the same things about j*red’s antics and talk in such a united way about it (“and jensen and i were like…” “i don’t even care. he [points at misha] doesn’t care.”) that it just sounds kind of coupley to me. *whispers* husband behavior.

i love that jensen’s first instinct after talking about missing j*red was to go over to misha, put his hand on his shoulder, and talk about his fucking flirting way of pranking misha versus j*red’s painful pranking of misha. “with you it’s like my friend and protector is....” i truly wish the audience wasn’t as loud as they were in that moment because i would love to fully hear that sentence. 

the look on jensen’s face when misha says “save it for when we take off our pants” is just priceless. ‘oh god here we go again, when will he ever learn’ but the funny thing is, he will make the same face later on in the panel, after talking about riding a dragon. that’s the face he makes when one of them goes slightly too far. just thought that was interesting.

what stands out to me the most is his reaction when misha turns around just as he is ‘fake unbuttoning’ his pants like: ‘i’m just kidding i’m innocent’ literally no reason to respond like that if misha is just his buddy.

misha’s “what are you doing?” as jensen is tying his flannel around his waist also stands out to me. he clearly does not like the look and can’t keep his mouth shut (“that was bothering me too”). why would you find the need to comment on your buddy’s fashion choice. (....husband behavior.)

just wanna take a moment to say that it’s very fucking funny that jensen said “don’t take selfies” when you know that just a few years later he would take the chest to chest selfie with misha. oh, jensen. 

we have all heard the “jensen pranks misha on set by flirting with him” story countless of times, but it’s still funny to me how flustered misha seems to get by the fact that jensen can get to him that easily. and jensen’s laugh here is so cute, he fully knows what he is doing. 

misha jokes that he spends more time sunning on rocks now as a merman than he used to, and jensen immediately starts to walk to the apple juice, something i have noticed that he does whenever he wants to avoid something (be it a question or a situation that’s happening on stage). it almost feels like he is stopping himself from making a comment or something. it’s interesting, because he just turns right back around and starts telling the grasshopper joke without getting anything to drink.

which leads to one of my favorite moments between them: misha, beaming, says that he has heard it before but he wants to hear it again, and mouths the words to the punchline along with jensen. he looks at the audience as if to say ‘good one, right?’ and when jensen goes “is this thing on?” misha immediately tries to distract him from his failed joke by using an inside joke (the first inside joke of the panel) with him. aka good husband behavior.

something tells me that “i’ll see you again, grasshopper” is another inside joke, so we’re counting it: number two. 

jensen. jensen pspsps come here. can you please explain to me why you are so horny for misha’s indianrussian accent? i cannot believe him (i can), trying to get him to use the accent to ‘help the girl in the audience’. 

so uhm. i think i just heard something while i was rewatching this panel that i never caught before. when misha reads what is on the box that was put on stage, he says: ‘please take this box and open later in private - daniella.’ and jensen goes: ‘yeah that’s from me’ with a flirty Look on his face like. hello??? why have i never seen anybody talk about this??? i’m??? internally screaming??? rest assured i had to take 5 when i saw this shit. 

can we take a second to appreciate the fact that jensen gave misha a once over when misha says the glitter is everywhere, and then jensen said “fairy herpes”. why did your mind go to a sexual reference jensen? why? (we know why).

“i hate when you get that look in your eyes. don’t! i’m sorry!” is one of the most coupley things to say, ever. just wanted to point that out. 

i love the playful vibe they have during this portion of the panel: jensen asking misha what he will do for the audience (thinly veiled excuse for wanting misha to do something that jensen will also enjoy), throwing the rings at misha, both of them “panicking” and lapping up the spilled apple juice.

look, i couldn’t not include the shirt lift. i had to. especially because of the way he looks at misha afterwards lmao and misha, darling misha, tries to defuse the situation by making a joke and it works because of course jensen does his signature unicorn laugh. sidenote: how cute is jackles when he grabs the guitar, begging people to erase the picture jsfhs. gotta love that man.

“you done messed up” inside joke number 3.

you know what is funny to me? the fact that jensen and misha often pretend not to know certain things about each other when they are on stage together. one example of this is during the underbear debacle, when jensen asks misha to proof he wears orange underwear and pretends he is shocked, even though the whole world knows that misha wears orange underwear. 

in this panel, it happens twice. the first time is here, when misha asks jensen ‘do you actually not smell?’ as if he isn’t one of the people in this world who would know that best. and then he, of course, immediately takes this opportunity to sniff jensen’s armpit. i mean. okay. which is extra funny because jackles doesn’t play along with the whole ‘i have no clue’ bit and just goes “yeah you’re not a stinker” without checking because, clearly, he already knows. 

i love jensen’s little smirk when he hears misha’s dragon would be pink + misha’s reaction to it.

before i read this post i always thought jensen meant that his own dragon would be salmon colored. but now i think that it’s not far fetched to believe jensen was actually thinking about the fact that he has stated he was wearing a salmon shirt. which means that, in this moment right here, he was implying that instead of pink, misha’s dragon (aka jensen) would be salmon. which makes his reaction (looking down, laughing but shaking his head as if he can’t believe himself) very understandable. remember what i said about that being the face he makes when one of them takes it too far? yeah.

but then, something happens that is quite remarkable to me. instead of backing down from what he said, he fully commits to it. he turns to misha, and goes “if i could ride a dragon”. listen to the way he puts extra weight behind “ride” and “dragon”. 

then he asks if he understands the question correctly and repeats “what would it look like?”, the girl in the audience says “yes, but also any special abilities…” but jensen just ignores that because obviously, in his head the dragon is misha and he is not gonna shake that thought process any time soon. so naturally, he goes “i think my dragon that i would want to…” but stops JUST before saying “ride”, the guy KNEW what he was sounding like. lmao jensen i gotta give it to you buddy, good effort. you did well. you came far. you even said “look, i’m just gonna go for it here” even though misha’s face speaks volumes. i love you for that. because everything that came out of your mouth right then sounded very not straight.

in fact, it’s only because of misha’s interference (a reoccurring thing during these panels) that he stops himself completely and goes to talk with misha. i really wonder what would have happened if misha didn’t stop him. i also REALLY wonder what misha and jensen discussed when they turned their backs to the audience. sigh. 

now we get to the juicy stuff. jensen’s little slip up here is really really strange, when you think about it. he says “i have kids” before quickly covering that up with “i have a kid now.” i’m not saying the ackles and the collins are one big happy family or anything like that, but i do think that they are close enough for him to slip up like this. maybe the kids hang out together a lot. maybe they have given each other enough support during those early days of raising kids that it sometimes feels like he had multiple kids at that point in time. idk. but in any case, i don’t think that’s a slip up you’d make unless there was some sort of truth in it. he also kind of stumbles over his words right after that. [before anybody runs to my inbox to tell me that j/2 tinhatters think this is about him and j*red raising their kids together: trust me, i know, but we’re not talking about that.]

misha’s cheeky “i thought you were talking about danneel” followed by the both of them simultaneously saying that jensen does not tell her what to do, made me grin like a fool. that is all. 

the way jensen says “misha, apparently you were looking pale and you need some sugar. there you go.” is so SOFT AND CUTE idek how to explain what i am feeling but it’s just. a lot. oh wait a minute, i do know what to call it: HUSBAND behavior.

“by the way we’re gonna pay so dearly when we get home” “yeah we are” lmao the jdmv vibes are strong in this one. 

look. i know it’s possible that misha woke up alone after that dream, thought to himself ‘i miss her’, went for breakfast, saw jensen, and told this story to him verbatim. but misha is literally telling the story from the pov of waking up from a dream and saying that out loud. it would make sense that he would explain that dream to the person who he woke up with, and that he would follow the dream explanation up with “i miss her”. plus jensen is REPEATING IT as if he was right there when misha said that. add to that the way jackles stumbles over his words here and gets flustered and sits down? and misha’s face? yeah. you done messed up jackles, part 2. 

jensen doesn’t know what to do with himself. just look at his face right after he sits down. and misha, once again, comes to the rescue, trying to continue the conversation about poop in order to distract both jensen and the audience. bless his soul. 

it leads to the second instance of misha pretending that he doesn’t know something about jensen, namely that jensen can’t stand poop even from his own daughter. misha goes: “no? not for you?” as if he didn’t already know that. 

round of applause for the jib team, for putting on ‘this thing called love’ to get jensen and misha to dance……. just saying.

jensen’s little nod to misha right here? husband telepathic communication at its finest. even their silly dad dances are in sync. 

jackles you are NOT being slick we can SEE you tossing the mic to your other hand so you can pull misha in by the waist (or honestly maybe his hand landed lower idk idk it’s possible).

it really is something special, though, what happened right here: jensen, macho masculine grumpy performative jensen, is smiling and laughing and enjoying dancing on stage, doing some ballet moves, all because of misha (and by some extent felicia). not just with felicia or by himself, but with rob, osric, etc. honestly it’s heartwarming to watch. it makes me smile so much. 

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and that was jib 6. thanks for reading everybody <3 

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The Occultum

(Pics were found on Google; Edit is mine) Summary: The stress you were going through and your commitment to having good grades, make you stop taking care of your own health leading you to experience scary hallucinations. Pairings: Professor!Dean Winchester x Reader Squares: College!AU for TMAS of @supernatural-jackles // College!AU for @spnmixedbingo // College!AU for @spnfluffbingo // Free Space for @spnvillainsbingo // Free Space for @anyfandomgoesbingo // Demon for @winchesterandbeyondbingo // Turning Into a Monster for @anyfandomangstbingo // Free Space for @spnaubingo // “Why are you staring at me?” for @j3bingo // Warnings: Alternative Universe, Demon!Dean, witchcraft, demonology, small injury (nothing serious), hallucinations, college stress, all participants in this fic are +18 Word Count: 2.5k

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You were in your third year of college majoring in Ancient History and Mythology. It was hard being away from your family, but this was what you wanted, what you always dreamt of. You loved old history, you spent tons of hours in your teen years at the library reading everything you could. Being that kind of nerd helped you to where you were now.

So far, you’ve been rocking college with amazing grades, it wasn’t difficult, but there was one class that worked as a filter. That was Mrs. MacLeod’s class, it was one of your favorites, but one of the most difficult ones. Her classes were about demonology and witchcraft history. You’ve been kicking your ass studying for the test, it was a difficult topic, mostly because Mrs. Macleod loved details, she wanted you to know the exact information, every detail was important. What were you supposed to do with knowing how many witches were killed at Salem? There was a rumor at school saying that she had a direct blood connection with one of the witches and that was the main reason for those details. Yes, she was very passionate about it and you struggled a lot with it.

You were in the library finishing an essay for Professor Winchester about greek lore, it was due in a few days but you wanted to get it done early so you had the time to review it at least one more time before handling it. Apart from that, you’ve been working on some flashcards for the test you had the following day. You had a lot on your plate and barely any time for you. Your phone buzzed and lighted up, notifying you had an unread message, it was your boyfriend Dean, even with all his work, he still had the time to check on you.

DW: Hey sweetheart! How are you? YN: Hi love! I’m good, you? Studying and finishing some research DW: I’m good, missing you 😊 Oh, you need help? DW: How long have you been in the library? YN: Uh… Since lunchtime, I guess? DW: Sweetheart, you need to take better care of yourself. Meet me at the diner in half an hour. It’s not up for discussion. Bring your things with you. YN: Okay hun. Love you DW: Love you too. See you in a bit

You started to gather your things since you needed to get ready to see your boyfriend, Professor Dean Winchester. You’ve been dating him for a little bit more than two years, and of course, it was a secret. No one could know, both of your careers were in danger. Not even his brother, the other Professor Winchester knew about you two.

You met him a year before you started college. He went to your high school to give a lecture about ancient history and occultism, a project the school was working on. Dean was amazed by your knowledge on the topic, it was rather uncommon for a teenager to be almost an expert as he was. He got a liking in you. After the lecture, he found you in the local library doing some research on what Dean had taught. You’d talked for a while and you were very fond of Dean. He was everything you wanted.

A year later, when you started college you found out he was going to be your teacher again. You were excited. You met once again in the college library and talked for hours, you exchanged numbers and then you left him. You kept in touch with him talking about life through messages but you remained in your relationship as professor/student when you were in public. The more you talked, the more things in common you found you two had, and the more in love you fell against the other. By the end of your first year of college, you two started dating. In the beginning, it was hard to find a way to see each other without being caught, but with time you got through it and you made it work. Your meetings were outside the college campus and in places where it was uncommon for other students to show up, but most of the time, Dean and you preferred to stay in his place where it was safe.

You arrived five minutes earlier at the diner, you went to the last booth that was the most private one, and set your things up. It looked like you went there to finish your homework and study a little, which in reality that’s what you were planning until Dean got there. Three minutes later, Dean was there, a bottle of your favorite juice in his hand.

-Hey sweetheart — he said grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles -Hi De — you smiled -What are you working on now?

The waitress came with two menus for you to order, Dean gave it a quick reading and he gave your orders right away, she smiled at you.

-I’m doing some research on a few things that Mrs. MacLeod asked, reviewing my essay for your brother’s class, and checking my notes to see if I didn’t miss anything when I did the flashcards — Dean sighed at your answer -Honey, look at me — Dean said sternly -What? — you looked at him knowing what he was about to say -What did I tell you about multitasking? Is not healthy and it’s messy -I know and I can't help it. I’ve been like this my whole life. That’s how my brain likes to work better — He didn’t say anything else, deciding to help you instead of starting an argument. -Let me see your cards — he said grabbing a few — I’m not going to review your essay, that wouldn’t be fair — he chuckled -The essay is done. I’m just insecure about it. Just like everything else -And what about Rowena’s class? -I don’t know what she’s up to. She gave us a list of materials and she wants us to gather information on witchcraft, but the only thing I can find is about demonology.

When you were explaining to Dean about Mrs. MacLeod’s assignment, the waitress came with your food. You put your things aside so both of you could have a nice meal. While having dinner, Dean and you talked about other stuff, he just wanted you to forget about everything else and just enjoy this little moment together. It was nice just being the two of you having a small date night together without the worry of getting caught. Everything was perfect.

That night, after the date, you went to Dean’s house to finish your research for Mrs. MacLeod’s assignment but most importantly, to spend the night with Dean, since it has been a while since you had the chance to spend the night together. After watching some reruns of an old show, you went to bed earlier than normal, you wanted to get up earlier and do more studying. For the first time in ages, you experienced a nightmare. Maybe Dean was right, you were pushing yourself too much and needed to start working on just one thing at a time. You took this nightmare as a message from your mind, you needed to start taking better care of yourself.

The following morning, you told Dean about it and he assured you that everything was going to get better if you let yourself relax a little. You trusted his word and you changed all your habits, you tried to get more hours of sleep, eating more healthy food, set timings of full study sessions with several breaks in it, basically, you did everything you could to just make them stop. Unfortunately, the nightmares continued. The problem was that they were weird and obscure. All the people who showed up at those dreams, all had black eyes and you were always surrounded by black smoke.

You tried to ignore them mostly because it was as Dean said, they were caused by stress. You’ve been working on another big assignment that was stressing you out even more because if you got a passing mark, that meant the 85% of the final grade. The nightmares started to be even darker than before, it looked like all the knowledge you had in witchcraft, demonology, and ancient history were taking control of your dreams.

Between your nightmares, the stress of getting passing marks in your assignments, and the classes of Mrs. MacLeod about demonology, crossroads demons, and how to summoned them, you became paranoid, you started to feel like someone was always watching you. You could feel that someone was with you. It was becoming scary. You wanted to know what was going on with you, what those nightmares meant, they had to have another meaning rather than stress. Mrs. MacLeod used the last class to talk about the demon’s purpose in the lore; you needed to know why you were seeing them in your dreams. You spend hours in the library searching for new information, it became like an obsession because you started to do deeper research on the topic. As funny as it sounds, it felt like you were possessed, you needed to know what was happening in your head.

Dean noticed the change in your behavior since you started with the nightmares. He wanted to help you, and in order to do that, he decided to take you on a little road trip away from school, assignments, stress, everything. Just the two of you having fun over a long weekend. The trip seemed to have helped since you didn’t experience any nightmares while being there, and that only confirmed that your nightmares were caused by the stress you were going through.

One night after a class with Mrs. MacLeod, you went directly to Dean’s house. You weren’t feeling okay and you were scared of being alone. Dean didn’t know why all of a sudden you were scared of being alone and felt so frightened. It was rather uncommon in you.

-Hey love — Dean greeted you at the door, he was wearing some ripped jeans and a burgundy shirt and his hair was loose, he looked hot. You entered and he closed the door behind you making you jump a little over the noise. Dean noticed it and got concerned, this behavior wasn’t normal, and he needed to know what was happening. He stood in front of you trying to get your attention

-Y/N, honey? What is it? — Dean asked you worriedly because you were looking in his direction but not directly at him.

You weren’t listening, it looked like you were distracted by something else. This time, Dean touched your arm to try to get your attention once again.

-Honey, why are you staring at me? — He came closer and you jumped scared, you wanted to run away from him, he was scaring you.

Dean looked different, his eyes were black, he had an evil smile on his face, he looked like he was enjoying the moment, making you feel so small and frightened. It seemed he was turning into a monster, he was turning into a demon and you didn’t know what to do. You knew so much that it scared you, everything you knew was finally becoming real and you didn’t know how to defend yourself. You tried to run away from him, but Dean followed every movement you were doing, you needed to escape from there, you needed to find a way to distract him so you ran away from him to the other room, but you forgot there was a step and you missed it, causing you to fall and hit your head with the table that was next to the couch. You hit the floor and the last thing you saw was Dean with black eyes and a wicked smile.

You woke up sometime later with a really strong headache. You recognized Dean’s house immediately but you were confused at why you were in bed in regular clothes and why he wasn’t with you. Dean entered the room a minute later and you got scared, you didn’t know why, but you felt insecure with him around you.

-Hey, sweetheart — he said in almost a whisper — how are you feeling? -My head hurts and I’m dizzy — you admitted — What happened? -You missed the step and hit your head pretty badly. Can I come closer? — he asked, afraid of your answer. You just nodded As you blinked every few times, you could see a wicked smile and dark eyes on Dean’s face, you were scared of that, not Dean’s.

When Dean sat next to you, you tensed up. It broke his heart seeing you like this, so scared, and he didn't know what to do to help you.

-Sweetheart, is me — he said in a low tone -I know, but I keep seeing things, and I'm scared — you admitted -What kind of things? -I feel like someone is always watching me like there's this presence around me waiting to attack me. Sometimes I see shadows but I know there's nothing there. I hear noises — you explained and you started to get more nervous -Hey, it's okay — Dean assured you -And I keep seeing you with black eyes, like a demon -That’s why you were running away from me — you nodded

Dean extended his hand and you took it. He took this as a good sign and approached you a little more. You seemed to relaxed a little. You weren't feeling well, but you didn't wanna say anything, you knew no one was going to believe you.

-Honey, I promise you, I would never hurt you

Dean needed to do something to help you, but he knew you wouldn't like it.

-Baby, I think you should take some time off. It's clear that you are under a lot of stress and it's affecting you. -I know, but… -No buts, it hurts seeing you like this, and it is a matter of time you end up sick or severely injured. Today’s proof of that.

You finally broke when you heard Dean saying that. You were too focused on your school career that you stopped taking care of yourself, and he was totally right. Dean took this opportunity and hugged you. He wasn't sure how you were going to react, neither did you since you were tense when talking with him, but your body relaxed as soon as it touched him. You belonged with him, in his arms.

You knew that all you were experiencing, all those hallucinations and feelings weren’t real. It was your mind telling you to stop and take a break.

At that moment, the most important thing was your health. Everything else could wait. You were very lucky to have Dean next to you.

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[dirtydancingdean]

something about how dean so completely parallels buffy summers from btvs like they are two iterations of the same character. i mean, buffy the vampire slayer is an undeniably a big influence on supernatural, even if the show itself wouldn’t exactly advertise that fact. you have sam’s sacrifice in swan song paralleling buffy’s sacrifice in the gift, the borrowing of a lot of demons and (god help me) lore, the weird amount of buffy actors in the show (sometimes playing vampires, which is hysterical), the campiness and horror. hell, even cas’s moment of pure happiness seems like a nod to angel’s moment of pure happiness. (dean and cas did it better though). but the biggest similarity is the way dean parallels buffy. he’s obviously not meant to. he’s supposed to be a gun-slinging, wise-cracking ladies man, but that’s not what he becomes. honestly that’s not even what he comes across as in the beginning. buffy and dean are both meant to be heroes, but buffy is the main character of her show, while that’s supposed to be sam in dean’s. and buffy and sam do share their similarities, particularly in their desire for normality which backfires on them because of their equally weighed desire to help people. but dean is so much more like buffy in so many ways?? like buffy, dean always feels everything is his responsibility (like he says in 7.05, “There’s always something eating at me. That’s who I am. something happens, I feel responsible, all right?”). this is largely in part thanks to j*hn winchester, while buffy’s sense of responsibility comes from the fact that a whole group of old white men have told her she’s the one girl in all the world who can fight evil. both of them kind of know on some level that this is kind of fucked up and even try attempting to fight back against their imposed duties occasionally. dean says it in 2.20: “Your happiness for all those people's lives, no contest. Right? But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero?” which is buffy to a t! that's what buffy is all about! the loneliness and unfairness of having this burden on your shoulders! buffy says this in prophecy girl: “I don't care! I don't care. Giles, I'm sixteen years old. I don't wanna die.” but they both always, always go back to do their job. they both always sacrifice their own happiness for others. none of the writers would have intended to have dean make a speech that is entirely parallel to buffy summers’s prophecy girl speech, right down to both sarah michelle gellar and jackles’s tears. because ha ha, buffy is a girl hero, while dean is the embodiment of every male fantasy about what an action hero is.

the thing is, though, when you make dean every male fantasy in the world - attractive, good with women, tough, strong, likes rock music, hates chick flick moments, knows how to shoot a gun, looks good doing it, etc - you make him every male fantasy about women too. which is how we get those slow, full-body shots of dean that you normally only get with women, how we get dean being a caretaker, dean being a pacifier between sam and john, dean watching dirty dancing and liking taylor swift, dean always being the bait, dean’s interactions with villains being framed sexually, dean getting called pretty twice a season. we joke about dean being a hot action girl but he is often objectified in the particular way only women in media are. the way buffy is - in the show i think they actually did a pretty good job of not objectifying buffy. but there are times where they do, and it’s uncomfortable, and it’s subtle, the way it is on spn. and buffy and dean are both used to this kind of treatment; they often weaponize their sexuality, using it when they feel threatened. in the first episode of s2, buffy’s just suffered the enormous trauma of being resurrected after having been bitten by a vampire whose violence has sexual undertones. when she comes back to her friends, they talk about how closed off and mean she’s being, culminating in the scene where she goes to the bronze. if you haven't seen that scene then i dont know how to explain the way she absolutely uses her sexuality against xander and angel, just like dean uses his as a front to protect himself against everyone. when buffy’s traumatized she pushes herself away from those closest to her, represses her emotions, and uses fighting demons as a distraction. sound familiar? buffy and dean both make witty pop culture references that monsters don’t understand and self-deprecating jokes about themselves to deal with when they feel threatened and their low opinions of themselves. buffy has a lot of lines that sound just like dean’s! @lazarusr1sing mentioned buffy saying, “I may be dead, but I’m still pretty, which is more than I can say for you,” as a line that dean literally could have said and it’s true! they’re both a fan of quirky banter during fights but they’re both so messed up when it comes to their opinions of themselves. buffy in 7x07: “I have all this power. I didn't ask for it. I don't deserve it. It's like... I wanted to be punished. I wanted to hurt like I thought I deserved. [...] I feel like I'm worse than anyone. Honestly, I'm beneath them. My friends, my boyfriends. I feel like I'm not worthy of their love. 'Cause even though they love me, it doesn't mean anything cause their opinions don't matter. They don't know. They haven't been through what I've been through. [...] Sometimes I feel...this is awful. I feel like I'm better than them. Superior.” yeah, that’s...dean.

and they absolutely dive into self guilt and hatred if something goes wrong, even if it’s not necessarily their fault. faith in 3x15 says to buffy, “In the balance, nobody's gonna cry over some random bystander who got caught in the crossfire,” and buffy says, “I am.” the amount of trauma buffy and dean both go through kind of desensitizes them to this idea - dean especially, i think, though that’s mainly the fault of the sheer amount of writers and episodes supernatural has - but if they get someone killed, they will do absolutely anything to make up for it.

the idea of sympathetic monsters in buffy and supernatural is met with scorn a lot of the time by buffy and dean. for buffy this is a matter of mental self-preservation. her job is to kill demons, and if she lets herself think all demons can be good, then that means she might have been killing sentient beings that could have done good or weren’t doing harm, since she was a teenager. she can’t let herself think that way so she closes herself off to the possibility of demons being good a lot of the time. we talk about how supernatural majorly drops the ball when it comes to empathizing with the monsters (where’s that post, you know, the, “saving people, hunting things, white men with guns decide which is which,” post), but when it comes to dean, part of that is because, like buffy, he doesn’t want to face the idea that he’s been killing things that aren’t evil since he was a child. he’ll make exceptions (cas, crowley, benny, rowena), like buffy makes exceptions (angel, spike, clem, oz, anya), but it’s easier if it’s all black and white. they’re both strangely attracted to monsters too, though, because part of them feels like they are monsters themselves. like @s4castiel said they have romantic or romantically implied relationships with things they’re meant to fight - dean with benny, cas, and crowley + buffy with angel, spike, and faith. and monsters change themselves for buffy and dean’s sakes – cas, benny, crowley, angel, spike, all become better for the sake of buffy and dean! like that leviathan in 7.06 who says dean doesn’t have relationships he has applications for sainthood!

they hate the idea of being seen as just a killer (dean in 3.10, “Daddy knew what you were. Good soldier and nothing else,” and buffy in 5.22, “Guess that means a Slayer really is just a killer after all.”) dean says, “[A killer] is not who I am,” to chuck in 15.19, just like buffy says, “A slayer is not a killer,” through the later seasons. spike’s speech in 5.07 i think, really says it: “Death is on your heels, baby, and sooner or later, it's gonna catch you. And part of you wants it, not only to stop the fear and uncertainty, but because you're just a little bit in love with it. Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day, that final gasp, that look of peace.” their worst fear is that all they can do is hurt other people. they’ve been brought up to think violence is all they can do. but they both are first and foremost protectors, especially when it comes to sam and dawn, whose roles in both shows respectively is to be a reminder of dean and buffy’s humanity.

dawn, who first shows up in season 5 as buffy’s younger sister, is, represents buffy’s most beloved parts of herself, buffy’s humanity. sam is a lot like her in the respect that their destiny was to end the world; they’re both book-smart too, while buffy and dean act a lot like dumb blondes despite being incredibly intelligent in ways that aren’t clear to everyone. (not to go on a tangent but they’re both really good battle tacticians who make a lot of references to literature and tv shows and can perceive people and monsters’ weaknesses, etc.) dawn is dangerous to the world like sam is dangerous to the world in s2-s5, but buffy will not kill her like dean will not kill sam. you know how in the end 2009 dean realizes just how much 2014 dean has changed when he talks about killing sam as lucifer? sam is dean’s humanity like dawn is buffy’s humanity. they both put their siblings over everything else in the world. they sacrifice things that sam and dawn can’t begin to understand because dean and buffy shield them from it - dean in 2.22: “I had to take care of you. It’s my job,” and buffy in 6.14: “Dawn, the most important job that I have is looking out for you.” in s5 of buffy, if dawn lives, the world ends, and buffy doesn’t care because she can’t kill dawn. in 5.22 she says, “I don't understand. I don't know how to live in this world if these are the choices. If everything just gets stripped away. I don't see the point. I just wish that...I just wish my mom was here. [..] If Dawn dies, I’m done with it. I’m quitting,” paralleling dean quitting hunting after sam dies. they’re both insanely protective over dawn and sam - dean in 2.09: “You make a move on [Sam], you'll be dead before you hit the ground,” and buffy in 5.22: “I’ll kill anyone who comes near Dawn.” when sam dies in 2.22, dean doesn’t hesitate to offer up his soul in exchange for sam’s life; when dawn is about to die to save the world in 5.22, buffy doesn’t hesitate to die to save the world in dawn’s place. this all on top of the fact that sam and dawn are the babies, the ones dean and buffy have to take care of, which means that...no one is taking care of dean and buffy. like, dean in 3.10: “Sam, [John] doted on. Sam he loved,” and buffy’s mom in 5.05 hugging dawn and calling her “little punkin belly” and in response to buffy’s question of, “Did you ever have any names for me?” says, “No, I think you were always just Buffy.” when buffy’s mom gets sick in s5, buffy has to shoulder an incredible amount of responsibility - giving her mom her medicine, taking care of her, taking care of dawn, fighting a hellgod - and can’t break down in front of anyone because she has to be strong for dawn and her mom, the way dean has to be strong for sam and john (john in 2.01: “You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that, and you didn't complain, not once.) they’re both so scared of opening up and being a burden - buffy’s nightmare hallucination of her deadbeat dad in 1.10 says the same kind of stuff about her being a burden and unwanted that zachariah’s projection of mary says in 5.16. it really is about the eldest sister complex in the end!!!

but they didn’t ever really mean to have dean be like buffy! buffy was literally meant to subvert traditional male action heroes. buffy summers is the male action hero, but she gets to have feelings and traditionally feminine traits too. she likes cheese and wearing pink and dressing up and having pretty hair, but she thinks about battle tactics and kills a vampire like every episode. dean? dean is meant to be the male action hero without the part about having feelings and traditionally feminine traits...except that backfires spectacularly. i mean, they give dean traits such as liking nightgowns to be like haha, wink-wink, nudge-nudge, isn’t that HILARIOUS. except it doesn’t come off that way, we know it doesn’t come off that way. so dean’s watched dead poets society and rent and he sings along to air supply and is good with kids and nerds out over cowboys, but he drives a classic muscle car and kills death and carries a gun with him everywhere he goes. dean and buffy both become multifaceted, complicated, human heroes – but it was intentional for buffy. it was unintentional for dean, so the narrative actively punishes him for it. i mean ymmv on how you feel about the ending of buffy, but she does get a satisfying happy ending. dean, on the other hand, is silenced and killed off and gets the worst possible ending for his character, all because they couldn’t control him.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine...Being An Omega For Hire

Summary: During an especially rough rut, Dean hires the reader to help him through it...

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Square: Omega For Hire (SPN ABO Bingo) & Alpha!Dean (Tell Me A Story Bingo)

Word Count: 1,000ish

Warnings: mature (language, sex toy, collars, m/f smut)

A/N: Written for @spnabobingo​​ & @supernatural-jackles​​ Tell Me A Story Bingo!

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You could smell it in the air the second you walked into the apartment. The Alpha who’d hired you from the service said on the phone he was already a day into his rut but with the holiday weekend he was shit out of luck getting a stronger dose of medication until it’d be too late. You shut the door behind yourself, following the scent to an open door. Inside you found a very naked and very sweaty Alpha, face scrunched up as he tried using a fleshlight on himself to no avail.

He grabbed his hair and groaned, ripping the toy off and pulling on the short strands with both hands. You rattled your fingers on the doorframe, the Alpha, Dean, snapping his eyes open and sitting upright.

“Y/N from Hennesy Firm,” you said. His eyes immediately darkened and if not for the pain he was in you were sure he would have shot up and had you pinned to the wall by now.

“I need help,” he grit out. You smiled and nodded, leaving your bag by the door. You slipped out of your shoes and dress, leaving your bra and underwear behind in the pile, the collar you wore for your protection the only thing remaining. You smiled and walked over in front of him, holding out your hand. He took a deep inhale of your scent, eyes fluttering.

“Relax Alpha,” you purred, Dean holding your arm to his face, breathing deeply. “Lay back. Let me take the edge off.”

He sighed and did as asked but he didn’t release your arm. You straddled his hips and leaned down, Dean getting a good whiff of you. His hands shot to your waist and you sunk down on his hard cock. You rode him hard and fast, Dean’s face sweaty but softening, the grunts and groans turning into pleasurable ones. 

“Come on Alpha. Give your Omega that knot,” you said, slamming down harder, grinding against the swelling bulge at the base of his cock. “Fuck me. Wanna milk that knot, come on your cock.”

He thrust upwards as you went down, his knot popping inside. He was big and you waited a beat, his knot firmly locked inside of you. You kept up with the harsh pace, Dean joining in. He squeezed your hips tight when he came, triggering your orgasm. You clenched around him, Dean riding it out, nearly passing out from the relief. He rocked his hips lightly and you leaned down flush to his chest, Dean sniffing at your collar.

“There you go Alpha. That should take away the pain. Next round you’re gonna enjoy it much more. I promise,” you said, still squeezing around him. Dean hummed, hazily looking up at you. “That’s a good Alpha. Gonna have some fun the next few days, aren’t we?”

Two Days Later

You were in Dean’s kitchen, wearing one of his flannels as you whipped up some pancakes for breakfast. You smelled the shift in the air when you woke that morning, his rut finally over with. He padded out in a pair of sweatpants, rubbing his arm with a yawn. 

“Well hey mister. I was beginning to worry about you. You’ve been asleep more than twelve hours,” you said, getting out another plate for him.

“I was so fucking wrecked,” he said, sitting down at his island and slumping down against the counter. You took care the last of the pancakes and turned off the stovetop, walking over and running your fingers through his hair. “Feels nice.”

“Take it easy the next few days. You were in rough shape. Don’t be afraid to call the service sooner next time. You were borderline hospital territory,” you said. 

“I’m a bit stubborn if you hadn’t noticed,” he said.

“Oh I did,” you laughed. You slid a plate in front of him and got out the butter and syrup. “Eat up. You haven’t had much the past few days.”

“Thanks. I didn’t realize this was part of the job,” he said.

“It’s not. I only stick around for the Alphas I like,” you said, joining him after a moment. “If you get on a stronger dose you should be fine next time.”

“Yeah. I’ll have to do that. Kinda embarrassed about having to...you know,” he said. “Sorry for ruining your holiday weekend.”

“I made double time this weekend. I’m more than happy with that. And don’t be embarrassed. Sometimes medicine doesn’t do the trick. Lots of Alphas and Omegas use services,” you said, rubbing your neck.

“Sorry for trying to nibble your collar.”

“It’s instinctual, not your fault. It’s why it’s there,” you said. You ate together in a comfortable silence, Dean going back for seconds as you finished your plate. You excused yourself to get dressed, exiting his bedroom and finding him washing up at the sink. “I’m Y/N by the way. I’d be more than happy to work with you again.”

“Thanks,” he said, drying off his hands and spinning around with a smile. “So I could like request you?”

“You could. Some Alphas make reservations for their future rut weeks,” you said. 

“Maybe I’ll do that,” he said. You smiled and slipped on your shoes, heading to the door. “Uh Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“You uh, you know how Hennesy has an Alpha for hire department too?” he asked. You looked him up and down, Dean nodding over towards the bowl on the table by the front door. You spotted a work badge inside, Dean smiling when you turned around. “Yeah. We’re uh, kinda, co-workers. Figured I should say something before we bumped into each other in the hall.”

“I appreciate that. But it’s cool,” you said. “You get it.”

“I do. It’s a better gig than most people realize,” he said.

“Yes it is. We should get lunch from the food trucks sometime,” you said. 

“I’d like that. I’ll maybe see you at work tomorrow then.”

“Yes you will. Alpha.”

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