#Jensen and his love for Dean knows no bounds

[sweetcitrusboi]

also this fcking man literally spent money and I mean MONEY. To have Dean’s favorite song play at the end of the episode while John and Mary were driving in the car and her quoting off of Dean. The tears will never stop flowing tbh.

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Midnight Hotline - Dean Winchester (smut)

After meeting Jensen Ackles this weekend, I simply needed to write a Dean drabble. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: For weeks now, Dean has been calling the Midnight Hotline to speak to Lilith, a stranger he has fallen in love with while sharing his secrets and confessions. And now as they are in the same city, it’s finally time to meet.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (f), strangers to lovers

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (2.7k words)

“Midnight Hotline, this is Lilith speaking.” Her voice rang in his ears, instantly drawing a smile to his lips. He had to clear his throat before speaking up, sinking further into the leather seat as his eyes stared down on the city.  

“Hi, Lilith. It’s me.” The chuckle rumbling through her made his heart skip a beat. A by now all too familiar warmth began to spread through him, instantly distracting him from the grim feeling he hadn’t been able to shake. 

“Bobby! I was waiting for your call.” He still wasn’t used to the name he had given her weeks ago, knowing that he couldn’t share any personal details with the voice on the other end of the line. Dean hadn’t given the name much thought, it had instantly come to mind to comfort himself when he needed strength to move on. Strength only she managed to give him lately - her, the voice of a woman he didn’t know. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I was busy, but I missed talking to you.” The words rolled off Dean’s tongue before he could stop them, trying to ignore the heat now spreading through his cheeks. He fumbled with the zip of his leather jacket, needing to find something he could use to distract himself from the sensations her voice pushed through him.

“Oh, I missed you too! Were you travelling again?” A deep hum left Dean while he wondered how she wore her hair today, what she wore and how she was feeling now, talking to him. Weeks ago he had asked her for a description of herself, it hadn’t been much, besides her hair and eye color, and yet it had been enough to shoot shudders down his spine. 

“I was, I’m in Colorado now.” Her breath shuddered as she exhaled, making him awfully aware of the silence that followed his words. Dean counted the passing by seconds, only allowing the sound of Lilith clearing her throat to interrupt him. 

“I’m also in Colorado.” She whispered the words, making Dean awfully aware of the thoughts now seemingly racing through her mind. 

Could this be their chance? Could this be the moment to break all rules she had once sworn to follow? 

“Where are you at, sweetheart?” Once again she mumbled the reply, leaving Dean to swallow heavily as he stared down at the city whose name she had just dropped. For a moment, he pondered over his choices, wondering if he should go ahead and follow the call of his heart to finally meet the woman who called herself Lilith, or if he should stay away like his mind begged him to. 

“When does your shift end?” His question was met with silence. Perhaps he had gone too far, perhaps she didn’t want to meet him like he desperately wanted to meet her. But the shaky giggle leaving her told Dean all he needed to know. She wanted this as much as he did, bound together by the past weeks, aching to finally meet after imagining the other since their first call. 

“Are we really doing this?” She kept her voice small, seemingly wondering herself if this was a good idea. Dean’s tongue rang along his lower lip, buying his racing heart a few more seconds before speaking up again. 

“We sure as hell are, sweetheart. Where should I pick you up?” 

……

Dean couldn’t remember the last time he had been this nervous. This had something so unfamiliar to it, he had to force his body to stay right there and not to run like he wanted to. For the first time since he could remember, Dean began to doubt the way he may come across, wondering if she felt the same draw he had been trying to swallow and bury six feet under for a while now.

But before he could rerun all the things he wanted to say to her again, the sound of somebody nearing ripped his focus from his phone. He was leaning against Baby, wrapped in his dark jacket to try and shield himself from the cold air of the night, sensations that were forgotten the second his eyes met hers. 

Dean could instantly tell that it was her, carrying a soft smile that made him forget everything around him. His heart was in his throat, pounding louder than it had ever before - all while watching her approach. He allowed his eyes to take her in, wandering up and down her frame, just like hers did with him. Fuck, she was even prettier than he had imagined her to be, a woman so gorgeous, Dean wasn’t sure if he was under some spell, toying with his vision. 

“Bobby?” The sound of her voice forced all darkening thoughts into the back of his mind, purely focused on her. He nodded his head while reaching his hand out for her to take, set on pulling her in for a hug. The scent of her perfume washed through him, forcing Dean’s mind to cling to it with the silent promise of remembering this for the rest of his life. 

Her arms found their way around his middle, letting her head rest against his chest as he hugged her. No word was shared between them, letting their minds catch up with what was happening - something they had been dreaming of and longing for ever since their first call. 

“Hi,” she softly mumbled the word, looking up at him with eyes that seemed to uncover his every secret, instantly leaving Dean breathless. He couldn’t stop his hand from cupping her warm cheek, letting his thumb trace her soft skin as he repeated the word. 

“You’re even more handsome than I imagined you to be.” Her voice didn’t carry much strength as she spoke, just enough to draw a soft blush to his cold cheeks. 

“Well, seems like we got something in common there, you’re gorgeous, sweetheart.” Her smile grew wider at his compliment, keeping her focus on him as she slowly loosened her grip on him. But Dean didn’t let go of her just yet, needing to feel her close for as long as possible. “My real name’s Dean, I’m sorry for keeping that from you.” 

Her laugh left him grinning, watching her shake her head while moving closer once again, “Nice to meet you, Dean. I’m (y/n).” 

Dean had to force himself to snap out of his hazy state, wanting to cross the small distance between them to taste her name on his tongue for the first time before kissing her. But even though his heart urged him on to move, he fought against it, at least for now.

“Are you hungry? Or you want to go for a drink?” She studied him for a handful of seconds, unable to bite down her growing grin. 

“How about you come over to mine? I have some beer at home.” 

……

“Here you go.” She gave Dean a bottle of beer before sitting down next to him, letting her eyes take in every inch of his handsome features. The whole thing felt like a dream, something that was entirely too good to be true, and yet (y/n) tried to cherish every second, not daring to break away from him. “This still feels surreal. What are you even doing around here?”

She watched his Adam’s apple bob as he took a few sips of beer, buying himself some time before clearing his throat. Dean had his arm placed on the couch, resting behind her to keep (y/n) somewhat close without touching her, just enough closeness to give her the opportunity to shuffle closer and rest against him. A draw both were held hostage by, unable to fight against it. 

“My brother and I had some work stuff to do around here.” A hum left her, eyes fully focused on Dean and the soft smile playing on his lips. She could marvel at him for hours, getting lost in the green pupils that told stories she wanted to uncover one by one, learning everything about the man she had developed a crush on without even seeing him. 

“So, you will leave soon again, won’t you?” He placed the bottle down before fully turning towards her, hand finding her shoulder to let his fingers run along her skin. A sombre feeling began to stretch through the two of them, knowing that their time together wasn’t long and would end sooner than both liked. Dean nodded his head, trying to find words that would promise his return, even though he knew it could be weeks, perhaps even months, until he’d get another chance to return.

“Seems like we’ll have to make the best out of our time then.” The words rolled off her tongue seconds before she shuffled closer, letting her arms find their way around his neck. Three seconds passed until Dean began to move, two shaky breaths left them both, and one mumble of his name was all it took for Dean to kiss her breathless.

Perhaps they were moving all too fast, skipping important steps others clung to. But for the past weeks they had shared more with one another than they had with any other person, set on learning everything about the person on the other end of the line. It felt like they simply belonged together, forming a bond so sweet and sincere, neither had felt this alive before. 

Dean pulled her into his lap, hands resting on her waist to try and ground himself. This was more than just a fun night with a woman he’d never see again. This was everything he had never dared to give in to. This was what he had always feared, being with a woman who held his heart in her hands, giving her the power to toy with him. 

“Will this be a one night thing only?” (Y/n) mumbled the words against his slightly puffy lips, not daring to get lost in his darkening eyes before she had her answer. Dean’s hand found her chin, tilting it upwards to let her eyes find his. 

“Do you want it to be a one night thing?” His raspy voice buzzed through her like lightning striking her trembling body, setting her ablaze with a heat so strong, (y/n) feared she was about to lose control over her body. She had never been one for taking drugs, for chasing highs she couldn’t control, but now she couldn’t care about letting go, not when Dean held her oh so close. 

“No.” It was a simple reply, and yet it was enough to make a smirk grow on his lips. Dean kissed her again before he rose to his feet with her clinging to him, wordlessly letting her guide him towards her bedroom with her finger pointed in the right direction. Carefully, he placed her down on her bed, making room for him to shuffle out of his shirt to expose his naked upper body to her wandering eyes. 

“This is much more than just one night, I will come back to you, sweetheart. I promise.” Her laughter reverberated through the bedroom, leaving Dean chuckling before he tugged on her shirt. Both were a mess of tangled limbs as they undressed, leaving them both in their underwear before he pushed (y/n) down on the mattress, hovering over her. 

His lips kissed their way to her chest, sucking on the spots that made her breath hitch in her chest. Dean was high on her noises, wondering if being with women had always been like this and if he had simply never paid enough attention or if this was all about being with (y/n). Everything about this felt different, a routine he had once known by heart turning into something completely new he never wanted to let go of again. 

“Dean, touch me, please. Been waiting too long for this to happen.” (Y/n)’s impatient words left him chuckling while he undid her bra, exposing her breasts to his excited eyes. Sweet nothings left him as he marked her up, sucking on her hardening nubs and letting his hands palm her skin before moving further down south. Their eyes held contact, connected through every passing moment. 

“You’re so gorgeous, baby, I can’t wait to have my way with you.” She mewled his name, eyes fluttering close as he pressed a kiss to her clothed heat. Slowly, Dean pulled her panties down her legs, letting the fabric drop to the ground before kissing his way to her pulsing bundle. A moan clawed through (y/n) at the new sensation, high on the feeling of his rough tongue brushing against her bundle, on the way he brushed two fingers through her slit to spread her arousal on her warm skin. “You taste so sweet, fuck, I could do this forever.” 

“Make me cum, please, Dean. I need you.” (Y/n) arched her back off the mattress, toes curled as her orgasm crept closer and closer. He sucked on her bundle, drawing another moan from her that left him grinning in success. Dean wanted to see her cum when he was buried deep inside of her, knowing that he couldn’t drag this out much longer. “I want you so bad, make me yours.”

“You’re already mine, sweetheart. I’d be stupid to let you go again.” He let go of her to step out of his boxers, hand finding his hard cock to give it a few tugs. (Y/n) momentarily shuffled away from her spot, reaching for a condom Dean rolled down on his length, leaving both nervous for a second as he positioned himself. 

“Oh my god, fuck.” She choked on her words as he sank into her, moving slowly to let them both adjust. Dean pressed his forehead against hers, giving her the opportunity to sling one arm around his neck while the other ran down his back, scratching at his skin. He moved carefully at first, keeping her legs wrapped around his waist while he stretched her perfectly, making her feel full with every thrust. 

“Focus on me, baby.” Their eyes met again, wordlessly sharing their every thought, every longing they struggled to put into words. She felt loved, more loved than ever before, all because of a man she had met for the first time hours ago, even though she knew his darkest and deepest secrets. He felt appreciated and complete for the first time in his life, he had finally found what he had always been searching for, and it had come in the shape of a woman he had fallen head over heels in love with.

Their bodies melted together with every thrust, tangled limbs and racing hearts that formed a completed picture. She whimpered his name, knowing that her orgasm was all too close and ready to bury her six feet under with Dean clinging to her like ancient lovers buried together. Nothing could rip them apart, nothing could stand in their way as they loved one another like they had always ached to be loved. 

“I’m so close, Dean.” Her whispers spurred him on, letting his hand find her bundle to give her the needed pressure. She came first, letting go with another moan as his hips kept snapping against hers. Dean fucked her through her high, watching her unfold beneath him with a proud smirk glued to his lips.

He came moments later, burying his face in the crook of her neck to let the scent of her perfume engulf him. She clung to him, wordlessly trying to find back to reality as both panted, “Never let me go again, Dean.” 

“Never, baby, it’s you and me against the world.”

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

ALWAYS

Summary: When Y/N storms out in anger, Dean is afraid he's lost her.

Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None. All flangst. Kissing. Implied smut.

Word Count: 661

A/N: I saw this post and the pic made this little drabble bubble up in my mind, and I had to just go along with it. Hope you enjoy! ❤️

The dividers were created by @saradika-graphics

"Enough!" Dean barked at you. "I know what's gonna keep you safe and that's it, end of discussion. I'm not having this goddamn argument with you anymore!"

Your eyes filled with tears of frustration and you angrily spun on your heel and slammed your way out of the house.

You were gone for a few hours, trying to get your feelings under control and by the time you returned, your anger and frustration had mostly abated, though your annoyance with Dean's unceasing stubbornness still lingered.

As you walked through the door you heard Dean shout from the top of the stairs.

"Y/N!"

He bounded down the stairs so recklessly you worried he was going to break his neck. Though you should have known he was more coordinated than that. When he got to the bottom, he reached you in two strides and yanked you into his arms, squeezing the breath from your lungs.

"Dean. Air." You croaked out.

He pulled back and his face was full of sadness and worry.

"You came back." He said as he cupped your cheeks.

You frowned, perplexed at his reaction. "Uh...yeah, I live here, remember?"

You saw his jaw clench and unclench before he licked his lips and dragged in a deep breath.

"I thought...well, I thought maybe after we fought, you'd be rethinking that decision."

Your frown deepened. "Why would I do that? Because I was pissed at you? Because your stubbornness is one of the most frustrating things I've ever had to deal with? Why ever would that make me run away?"

When Dean's expression became even sadder and more worried, you laid your hand over his on your cheek.

"Dean, I'm teasing. Yes, I was incredibly frustrated and I'm still a little pissed at you. You don't get to call all the shots all the time. I know you want to keep me safe. But you can't wrap me in bubble wrap, lock me up in a tower, and throw away the key."

Dean sighed and dropped his hands from your cheeks. "Might be worth a try." He mumbled.

You shook your head, but couldn't hide a small smile. "Trust me, if you value your nuts, and want to keep them attached to your body - it's really not."

A smirk tipped up the corner of his mouth but fear and sadness still lingered in his eyes. You stepped close to him.

"Baby, did you really think I wouldn't come home just because I was mad at you?"

He shrugged dismissively. "I dunno. You were gone a long time, and you were pretty mad. And..." He looked down at his feet. "N, I made you cry."

You felt tears threatening again as you lifted his chin.

"Dean, I need you to understand this, okay? I mean, really, really understand and believe me. I don't care how angry you make me, or how frustrated I am with you sometimes. I am always coming back to you. Always."

Dean opened his mouth to say something, but you pulled him down to you for a kiss instead. You kissed him slowly, infusing it with all the love you had for him, and maybe just a little of your frustration too.

"Always." You promised again as you pulled away, breathless, but aching for more.

Dean's smile was boyish and shy. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You smiled back lovingly before giving him a mock frown as you shook a finger at him. "But that doesn't mean you can go around pissing me off with impunity."

Dean shook his head solemnly before reaching his hand down to squeeze your ass and push you tight against him, making a soft moan fall from your lips.

"No, ma'am." He answered with a wicked grin. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

You giggled, the fight and frustration dissolving completely beneath want and desire. You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom.

"I have some ideas."

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Is there garlic on this pizza? An oral history of Supernatural's 'Monster Movie' episode

THE BEGINNING

What started as a simple enough idea — a black-and-white episode — was then put into the hands of writer Ben Edlund, who’d already crafted some of the show’s more creative hours, including “Hollywood Babylon,” which marked one of the series’ first meta episodes, and “Ghostfacers,” which was shot like a cheesy ghost-hunting reality show using handheld cameras. Alongside Edlund was director Robert Singer, an executive producer on the series and a massive movie fan himself.

ERIC KRIPKE (Creator): I was an obsessive fan of The X-Files and in their prime, they got really bold and adventurous with their format, and they had a black-and-white episode. I was always hoping that we could start taking those same kinds of swings. I remember saying, “I want to do a black-and-white episode where Sam and Dean are up against the classic movie monsters.” But I think Ben came up with the shapeshifter. We were trying to figure out: How do you get a mummy and a werewolf and a Frankenstein and a Dracula in the same episode? That makes no f---ing sense. So this idea of a shapeshifter who loved those movies and was ultimately just a fanboy was the secret to cracking that one open. 

ROBERT SINGER (Director): I think that script was Ben at his best. I was really happy that I was in line to direct because I really loved those old movies, so it was fortuitous that I got to do it. 

JENSEN ACKLES (Dean Winchester): It’s all just paying homage to the old-school ways of doing things, which having Bob at the helm, he’s seen all those movies time and time again, so he was the perfect guy to direct this episode. 

KRIPKE: Bob has an encyclopedic knowledge of movies, especially older films. He’s a classicist and his directing style is a lot of that kind of beautiful, elegant Hollywood style, and I think he just really relished it.

SINGER: I shot generally with wider lenses than I would normally do with Supernatural to try to give it some of that old-time feel. I really took pains to make it look as old fashioned as I possibly could. I’m a big fan of James Whale, who had done Frankenstein, and there are a lot of great crane shots in those movies, so I did a lot of crane work in this. We did a lot of shadow play. 

JARED PADALECKI (Sam Winchester): You put Ben Edlund on writing and Bob Singer on directing and magic is bound to happen.

But there was another piece of the puzzle that needed to come together for the magic to truly work: Who would play the shapeshifter (and therefore spend the episode doing their best Dracula)? The answer was Todd Stashwick.

TODD STASHWICK (Dracula): They wanted a full-on replication of Bela Lugosi’s performance. I had the DVD of the 1930’s Dracula, so I was watching that just to get the mannerisms and vocal intonation down so that I wasn’t doing a Xerox carbon copy but rather actually trying to get that Hungarian dialect that he has. I went in [to the audition] and just swung for the rafters.

SINGER: We had him do one of the Dracula scenes and then do the speech where he’s telling her how he became the way he became and Todd just killed it. That was an easy call to cast him.

STASHWICK: They wanted to know that you were going to be able to bring both sides to it, the full-on studied Dracula performance and then to let that mask drop and see the wounded man that is the monster. 

KRIPKE: We needed someone who could stick the landing on the Dracula part and that’s really hard. It’s hard to do it and have it not come off like a bit. Todd is a remarkable mimic of Bela Lugosi and brings humanity and soulfulness and depth to it. There’s something in his eyes that made it deeper and sadder than had you cast someone who was just going for an impersonation.

PADALECKI: That episode belongs to Todd Stashwick. He’s so damn good. 

Alongside Stashwick was Melinda Sward, whose character Jamie, a local waitress, caught Dean's eye and marked a first for the show. 

KRIPKE: At the time, there was a young female fan named Jamie. She and her mother would write us letters and they were super fans, and we were still early enough that we’re like, “I can’t believe there’s fans.” Jamie had medical issues, so when the season was coming up, I wrote her a response and said, “If you concentrate on getting better, we’ll name a character after you.” And she responded and said, “That’s amazing, but can you just do me a favor? Can you make sure it’s a character that doesn’t die?” So the female lead in this one we named Jamie. That was one of the only times we ever named a character after a real person and a fan. The happy ending is she was thrilled and she grew up healthy and now tours around with a replica of the Impala. 

ACKLES: Jamie was one of my favorite Dean Girls. Melinda was so good and so fun.

From the instant the episode began, fans knew they were in for something special as the old black-and-white WB logo kicked off a very old-school credits sequence.

SINGER: Right from the opening of the Warner Brothers shield, you know where you’re going. It set the tone perfectly.

KRIPKE: That and “Changing Channels” are the only two episodes where I’ll sit down and just watch the credit sequence. The font, the way you list every crew member, and it just goes on forever. And [composer Christopher] Lennertz wrote real orchestral music for it. I just love the opening of that episode and the way we did that title sequence. But changing subjects, what that reminds me of is the singular genius of Ben Edlund to set this episode during Oktoberfest. Suddenly everyone looks like European villagers and everything becomes a real monster movie.

SINGER: And that location was a party site, but it worked perfect for us. 

PADALECKI: It was like an amusement park in the outskirts of Vancouver that we rented out. It ended up unfortunately getting torn down and turned into condos or something.

THE MIDDLE

With the setting and the cast locked, the brothers set out on their hunt, arriving at Oktoberfest to help solve a murder. And when the investigation made Dean late to his first date with Jamie, he found himself face-to-face with Dracula. So naturally, Dean punched the shapeshifter in the face. A fight ensued, one that ended with Dean holding an ear and Dracula ... riding a vespa?

ACKLES: I believe one of the many reasons this show lasted as long as it did is because it can be scary but then at the same time, you throw something like the scooter in and it layers in comedy with horror, with drama, with romance. It touches it all. Bob said it early on and it became a mantra of ours: “No joke is too cheap.” 

STASHWICK: That’s the infamous assault scene. I’m in full crazy mode and I’m supposed to clock Jensen in his beautiful face with my elbow, and for whatever reason in that moment — I perhaps leaned in, he perhaps leaned in — we closed that gap and I clocked him. So what you see on the DVD extras is me being all Dracula and then me being mortified that I just hit their billion dollar baby in the face.

ACKLES: He caught me with an elbow but he probably thought he hit me harder than he did. It was a mix between a good shot and a graze, but he immediately broke character. He was like, “Are you good?” And I was like, “Yeah, that one woke me up.” [Laughs]

Dean made it through that fight, but the shapeshifter had already planned its next move: While Sam checked out an eccentric local that they thought was the killer, Dean and Jamie shared a drink back at the bar where she worked. Her friend Lucy (Holly Elissa) then showed up just in time to spike their drinks. By the time Dean woke up, he was wearing Lederhosen while strapped to a table in a dungeon.

SINGER: Jensen was like, “Oh god do I have to wear this?” So to make him feel better, I put on the Lederhosen top. I didn’t go with the full shorts but I did direct that day in the Lederhosen top to take the edge off it a little bit for him.

ACKLES: I remember that! He directed in that shirt. [Laughs] Those were authentic leather Lederhosen from Bavaria. Only the best for Dean.

PADALECKI: When Jensen’s first getting strapped to the table, cause he’s a big guy, I remember them talking about how for the visual's sake, they wanted it to be like he’s a quote-unquote damsel in distress, so if they used a normal-sized platform, it would’ve looked comical, but not in a good way. So they had to make it a little bigger cause he’s kind of big.

Dean wasn’t in the dungeon long before Dracula left him to go answer the doorbell. It seemed the shapeshifter ordered a pizza … and he had a coupon.

KRIPKE: I just love how there’s the monster lab in the basement but then you go upstairs and it’s this mid-century ranch house. That’s almost a direct ripoff of the Steve Martin movie The Man with Two Brains.

SINGER: [Set designer] Jerry [Wanek] did a great job in building the dungeon set, and then when the doorbell rings, you realize it’s in the bottom of a suburban house with a pizza guy showing up at the door. 

KRIPKE: When Ben wrote the script, we talked about that scene more than any other scene in the episode. We were so specific about how we wanted the Dracula shapeshifter to react to the pizza guy and the way he’s scared when he says, “Is there garlic on the pizza?” And then the way the pizza guy’s so bored and over it: “Did you order garlic?” And then he says, “No!” It’s the way that he’s so bored of this Dracula at the door.

PADALECKI: I think Jensen and I must’ve watched this episode together in 2008 because I remember us looking at each other and going like, ”Oh my god, [the pizza guy] is way better than he needs to be!”

ACKLES: That line, because of the way that Todd delivered it, we used that line on set many, many times. Whenever somebody asked a question that had an obvious “no” to it, it’d be like, “Hey, did you want the big light on in the distance?” And Bob would be like, “Is there garlic on it?” So that became a little ism on set.

STASHWICK: I’m a Second City guy, so “yes, and” is drilled into my head and yet the two memes I’m most known for, I’m saying the word “no,” and that is Supernatural and Star Trek. I have the no's that are heard around the world. 

In the end, the brothers came out victorious and another monster was dead, but not before this one made you feel a little something (and gave one heck of a final monologue quoting King Kong). 

KRIPKE: Ben gets all the credit, and rightfully so, for writing the crazy episodes, but where I don’t think he gets enough credit is what a disciplined screenwriter he is in terms of character consistency and rule consistency and just the emotion and pathos he brings to every single story he does. No matter how crazy, he always has such a talent for capturing humanity. I wasn’t counting on the shapeshifter to have pathos but when he gives that speech at the end, it’s so sad. I give him all the credit in the world for that.

SINGER: Eric used to say, “Every villain is a hero of his own story,” so we always tried, as best we could, to give the villains something to do and learn more about them and give them full characters. So even with all this fun, we managed to give him something a little more to do. 

PADALECKI: He becomes an almost sympathetic character — I stress almost because he did kill a couple people — but what a great character arc all inside of one episode.

STASHWICK: Because this character wasn’t just a cartoon Dracula and he had that human moment, I think it made him stick in people’s minds more. This monster just really loved the movies. He was the ultimate cosplayer. It might be the thing I’m most known for outside of Star Trek, that one episode of TV.

THE END...?

Although Dracula didn’t make it out alive, the episode seemed to breathe new life into the series, marking perhaps its biggest risk yet, though not the biggest risk the show would ever take. 

SINGER: It kind of laid a template for other big swings that we took that were out of the ordinary, whether it was “Changing Channels” or “The French Mistake.” This was the first of our big swings of being totally different than what the show was generally week to week.

KRIPKE: I remember it getting a positive reception. I think people appreciated the swings we were starting to take. I just love that this small little supernatural show that’s arguably a Buffy ripoff on The CW got so experimental. I am really proud that we were doing legit avant-garde stuff, really experimental filmmaking, of which this was one, and then we just kept pushing it. 

PADALECKI: It’s such a great episode of television and I think we have a few in our 15 years that could stand alone as something fun to watch and out of the box, and it's certainly easy to argue "Monster Movie" is at the top.

ACKLES: This was really when we were hitting our stride. We were in the pocket with these characters, with the storytelling, with the writing. The first year was really finding our feet, the second was like, "Okay we somehow survived a network merge, let’s not mess this up." And then third season we started playing a little bit. So by the fourth season, we’re like, "Now we know where we need to be." This was the perfect time to do one of these outside-the-box episodes. This is definitely one of my top 10.

SINGER: I directed 48 episodes and if somebody asked me which is my favorite, I would probably say this one. I just had the best time doing it. 

Entertainment Weekly

[youchangedmedestiel]

I had a convo with @morallygreyintrovert about an idea of a fic with songs for Sam, Dean and Cas (like in Zoey's Extraordinary playlist for those who know this show). Her post is there if you want to take a look. I told her I had a list of songs somewhere, so there it is, I thought I could share it with the class while I'm at it.

Sorry Dean, but I would have loved to see that (and there is definitely some singing in SPN). Anyway, here are the songs I thought about:

Separate Ways (Worlds Apart) by Journey (for season 4) Dean could sing this to Cas when he is still bind to Heaven (and goes through repetitive brain washing sessions). Jensen would totally be able to perform this song like in the video and I would pay a big amount of money to see that, and Misha walking like the girl in the clip with his own trench coat, I can totally picture that one in my head.

I feel you by Depeche mode (for season 4-5) Cas would be the one singing this one and it would be about the famous profound bound between them, when Cas starts feeling for the first time, doubting, and being drawn to Dean, to his "precious soul".

Never tear us apart by INXS (for season 4-5 or 8) Cas again would sing this to Dean, the "two worlds collided" in the song could be Heaven and Earth, angels' world and humans' world that could never tear them apart. Despite their differences, Cas loves Dean’s "precious heart".

Couldn’t stop caring by The Spiritual Machines (for season 5) this one is only for Dean, he would sing this one for himself, while he is fighting against the destiny (the “she” in the song), while the Apocalypse is about to happen and the angels are pressuring him to say yes to Michael, insisting he could be the one to stop it because it’s his destiny. And the title, I mean, it's Dean, "the most caring man on Earth" as Cas said it himself (15x18).

The way I feel by 12 Stones (for season 8) That’s just Dean in Purgatory, while searching for Cas. Feeling how much he needs him and how much he hates feeling like this. And the praying part, well you, "I prayed to you, Cas, every night" (8x02).

Next to me by Imagine Dragons (for season 8-9) This one is for Dean not feeling he is worth anything, but despite everything bad he did (not being able to save Cas from Purgatory, kicking him out of the bunker, etc.) and feeling like he let Cas’s down, well Cas stays by his side and Dean doesn’t understand why.

Killed or Be killed by Muse (for season 9) It’s MoC!Dean, it has fear, love, demons and fate in it. It has everything and it’s just perfect.

I wanna be your slave by Måneskin (for season 10) I don’t know if someone thought about that one before, maybe I’m totally wrong but I think it could be Demon!Dean about Cas, because despite being a demon Dean would still not be normal about Cas and without his human filters it could totally go that way. Too bad we didn’t see more of Demon!Dean with Cas, otherwise we would have seen this. You know in the karaoke bar, Cas enters and Dean is on the stage drunk singing this to him. Just imagine.

I won’t say I’m in love from Hercules (for season 13) When Cas comes back from the Empty, Dean would totally sing that and the muses that sing here could be Balthazar, Metatron, Crowley, Charlie, and Sam (maybe they could be even more, like Benny for example could also be here, but there’s only five muses in the movie). 

Stole my heart by Tanner Cherry (for season 15) I don’t know why but I can totally picture Cas singing this to Dean in the dungeon instead of that heartbreaking confession, and it’s already funnier to think about it.

Bonus:

I’m so excited by Pointer Sister Dean should sing that to Cas if he can’t use his own words to say what he feels, plus it would be fun to see that. Another big amount of money I would spent just to watch this happen on my screen.

Let’s have intercourse by Crazy ex-girlfriend Dean could sing this one to Cas, and of course, there would also be the dancing part.

I was made for lovin’ you by Kiss I don’t know why but I can totally picture that one too, where Cas sings this to Dean. Same thing, lots of money to see that.

Country boy by Alan Jackson the last one but not the least. Do you know who would sing that to who? Dean to Cas, human or without his wings, and it’s even funnier because those two idiots in love met on September 2008, which happens to be the date of release of this song. So it’s destiny, plus the country thing with cowboys hat and all, this song is obviously about them. Like almost every other songs on the planet since I saw them meet on my screen.

Anyway, I think I rediscovered all my playlists with Destiel ears and that's how you got what's above. Hope you'll like the ideas, or at least the songs. There's FOR SURE more songs that could be there, don't hesitate to share with the class.

[impala-dreamer]

Everlong - Chapter Fifteen

A Supernatural Series

~Y/N has everything she’s ever wanted - the love of a good man, a best friend she can lean on, drama, magic, and heroics. But everyone knows, things aren’t always what they seem.~

Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Rowena, Castiel, Others

Chapter Fifteen Word Count: 886

A/N: Thank you so so much to everyone who read and commented/reblogged/sent asks. I really appreciate your interaction and involvement. <3 This is the end... and I'm sure you'll have questions, but as I said, there were always breadcrumbs lol. Feel free to come chat with me about it... <33

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Jensen sat by her side, head held in his hands, elbows digging into his knees. His beard was thick, his hair greasy and unkempt. The flesh below his eyes was dark, his vision strained from lack of sleep. 

Y/N was still asleep and he marked the time by each labored rise and fall of her chest. Her wrists were bound to the bed, her ackles spread and locked in place by velcro straps. The sheets beneath her were wrinkled and twisted, the pillow flat around her head. 

She stirred and he sat up, leaning close to check on her. He was still shaking, traumatized by the whole ordeal. The weeks leading up to her crash, the stress of trying to help her from so far away. The hallucinations were wild and she had to face them alone. He should have done more, should have forced her to go to the hospital sooner, should have… should have… should have…

He sucked in a heavy breath and cleared the tears from his eyes when the door opened. 

Cindy, the ward nurse, came in, her white sneakers squeaking gently on the polished floor. She smiled kindly at Jensen and went about her task checking Y/N’s vitals. 

She eyed Jensen over the clipboard as she noted the time and numbers. “You should go home and rest,” she said quietly.

He shook his head. “Can’t do that.” His voice creaked and he cleared his throat, pushing away the tears. “I need to be here when she wakes up.” 

Cindy gave him a sad smile and nodded. “I understand.” 

“She will-” His heart ached and he reached for Y/N’s hand, squeezing her fingers tight. “She will wake up, won’t she?” 

The nurse sighed and hung the clipboard off the foot of the bed. “The pills she took did a lot of damage and the seizure was severe. Her… brain was without oxygen for three minutes, and…” 

She trailed off, seeing Jensen crumble. Hunched over, he dropped his head and kissed Y/N’s hand. He shuddered, unable to stop himself from crying again. 

“We can pray,” she said softly. 

Jensen looked up and nodded. “Thank you.” 

Cindy walked away quietly, tiptoeing so her shoes didn’t squeak so loudly. When she reached the door, she turned, offering a tiny speck of comfort. 

“I’m sure you did all that you could.” 

Green eyes burned with guilt.

“Yeah…” 

“You did all that you could, Dean.” 

Castiel stood at the foot of the bed, looking down upon Y/N’s unconscious form. The bullet had grazed her forehead, knocked aside by Dean’s tackle, but she had not yet awakened. She was lost to trauma, her own mind caging her deep inside. 

For days, Dean sat by her side in the hospital, watching every breath and counting every beep on the monitor. Sometimes, he whispered to her just to see if the lines on the screen would move, but mostly, he sat and stared, hating himself and everything that he had failed to do. 

“I didn’t do shit, Cas, and you know it.” 

The angel frowned deeply. “You saved her life.” 

Dean looked up, frustrated and broken. “Yeah. Sure looks like it.” 

“Dean, don’t-” 

“You sure there’s nothing you can do?” His lip trembled and he reached for Y/N’s hand, holding it tight. 

Castiel hung his head. “I’m sorry.” 

Dean inhaled deeply. His chest was aching, his body close to collapse with exhaustion. His gaze fell across her face. “Can you see inside her head?” he asked, hoping for some solace. “Is she… she still in there?” 

Cas looked ahead, squinting at Y/N. “I don’t know, Dean.” He shook his head sadly. “But wherever she is, I’m sure she’s alright.” 

Green eyes flooded with painful tears. “Yeah…”

Y/N shut the oven door and wiped her hands on her gingham apron. 

The sound of boots filled the little kitchen and Y/N smiled as Dean snuck up behind her. His sweaty arms fit perfectly around her waist and his scruffy chin landed on her shoulder. 

“Whatcha cookin’, good lookin’?” he asked, sniffing at the air. 

Y/N laughed and let herself relax against him. He was warm from the sun and smelled like grass clippings and rich dirt. 

“Oh, just an apple pie,” she said, closing her eyes for a moment. “I know you’re not a fan, but-” 

His fingers wiggled around her middle and she laughed, tickled by his touch. 

“Oh, I’m a fan.” He nuzzled at her throat and then lifted his lips to her ear. “I’m a fan of you too…” 

Y/N hummed and spun in his arms, turning to face him. She wrapped her hands around him, letting her fingers curl in the short hairs at the nape of his neck. 

“How’d we get here?” she asked, soaking in the love beaming from his emerald eyes. “Cute little house in the middle of nowhere, pie in the oven, dogs in the yard? Don’t you ever wonder how things are just so… perfect?” 

Dean laughed softly and shrugged. “I guess I don’t think about it much. Why worry about things when they’re good?” 

Y/N smiled. “So things are good?” 

He licked his lips and eyed hers, his arms locking behind her back, pulling her closer. “Baby, things are… awesome…” 

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[waywardnerd67]

This Means War

Title: This Means War Summary: Jensen has declared war on their Christmas lights. Paring: Jensen Ackles x Reader Word Count: 472 Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Square Filled: Christmas Light Fight Bingo Card: @spnchristmasbingo​ A/N: None

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(Y/N) walked in from the garage with another box marked Christmas Decorations.

“Damn it.” Jensen muttered from the other room, “This means war you sparkly bastards…”

She looked around the corner to see her gorgeous husband sitting on the ground surrounded by Christmas lights. He had been in the same spot for she didn’t know how long, trying to untangle their Christmas lights.

“You okay?”

“No, no I’m not. I’ve spent half my afternoon untangling them.” Jensen held up the clusterfuck of lights, “Son of a bitch! It’s never ending!”

(Y/N) giggled, “Your Dean is showing pretty boy.”

His mossy eyes narrowed on the lights, “Well these fucking lights better hope only Dean comes out because if Soldier Boy starts showing up then I’m going to set them all on fire.”

(Y/N) set down the box she was holding, walking over to him, “Here, give them to me. Why don’t you go out and get us some dinner. Take a ride in Baby since you just got her all updated and pretty.”

His face immediately softened as he slipped his hand behind her neck kissing her, “Thanks babe. I love you.”

“Love you too, pretty boy. Now go.”

He didn’t have to be told twice, leaving the heap of tangled lights in front of her. (Y/N) closed her eyes hearing the familiar roar of Baby’s engine. When it faded into silence, (Y/N) began working on the lights in front of her. Within a half a hour she had all the lights neatly stretched out except for the strand hanging around her neck. Seeing her reflection in the window an idea popped into her head.

“Babe? (Y/N), I’m home.”

She heard Jensen call out from downstairs. She arranged herself on their bed perfectly before responding.

“I’m upstairs! Could you come help me, please?”

She heard his heavy footsteps bounding up the stairs, “I see you won the war with the Christmas lights.”

He stopped in the doorway with wide eyes shining from the bright lights wrapped all around her naked body. His jaw slacked for a second as his eyes roamed over her. His lips curled into a handsome smirk.

“Well… almost won the war.” He chuckled.

“Do mind helping me untangle a few more lights?” (Y/N) held up the end of the strand, “I think you’ll find victory over the lights to be very rewarding.”

He took her hand, helping her stand as he twirled her round and round unwrapping the lights from her. She giggled holding onto his shoulders to steady herself. His hands slipped around her hips and down beneath her buttcheeks. In one swoop, her legs were wrapped around his waist and they were falling back onto the bed. Forgetting all about the heap of lights on the floor they would have to untangle once more.

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[deanwinchesterswitch]

April 2023 Fic Rec List

Well, it seems like April was the month for drabbles and ficlets. Not only for my writing but my reading as well. Half of these gems are delicious little nuggets.

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~Big Sky~

That Simple-Part 9 ~ @avanatural. Author's Series Summary: Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new Sheriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for?

~MCU~

Hello Spring Day 2 ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author’s Summary: After 3 years living in hiding, you came face to face with a ghost. That ghost is looking for answers.

One Night of Love ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Bucky Barnes x Reader)

~RPF~

Anytime ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Karl Urban x Reader)

Chace You Down ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Y/N travels with her new boss, Jensen Ackles, to Hawaii for the Sony Open golf tournament and gets more than a little distracted by a new acquaintance. (Chace Crawford x Reader)

First Steps ~ @thing-you-do-with-that-thing. Author's Summary: None (Chris Evans x Reader)

No Title ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Jensen Ackles x Reader)

You Might Fall In Love ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: I didn’t even want to go to the party, but my agent insisted. What I didn’t know was that I was walking into fate and walking away with way more than industry connections… {Sebastian Stan x Me (You? It’s first person but still Y/N)}

~Supernatural~

The Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship ~ @there-must-be-a-lock. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean x Reader)

Good Morning ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: You share a shower room with the boys, so this was bound to happen at some point…

Love-Blind Haze ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Habits are hard to break, especially ones as blinding as Dean. (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x unnamed female)

Magdalena ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: The Mark of Cain has Dean doubting even his own thoughts, but there’s one place he can go for a moment of peace, one person who can take away the pain… even for one night.

Muffled ~ @hoboal87. Author's Summary: Dean wants you to be quiet. (Ficlet)

The Night Shift ~ @stusbunker. Author's Summary: Dean could use a distraction, luckily a few stores are still open. Benny helps him find more than he was looking for.

No Title ~ @covered-byroses. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester)

No Title ~ @lipstickandwhiskey. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

No Title ~ @lipstickandwhiskey. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester, reader pronouns: she/her)

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester, Reader)

Part-time Soulmate ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: The lure is stronger than the certainty of heartbreak. (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x unnamed female)

Sweetart ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: After being let in on their secret, Dean has a few more questions for Y/N and Sam, and a deep desire to give it a go himself…

That Look ~ @kazsrm67. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x Reader)

Under My Skin ~ @sofreddie. Author's Summary: Dean calls you for help on a case. But when things go sideways, true feelings surface.

wish you were here ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

~Top Gun: Maverick~

Falling & Failing ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x unnamed female)

Fries, Goodbyes & The Rest of Our Lives ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Being stood up isn’t always a bad thing. (Rooster x Fem!Reader)

About Last Night-Part 5-No One’s In The Room Mini Series ~ @princessmisery666. Author’s Summary: Jake can’t comprehend why Ryleigh’s so willing to help him - frustrations and mistrust cause an eruption that may cost them their friendship. (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Ryleigh (OFC) ‘Rodeo’)

Too Late-Part 6-No One's In The Room Mini Series ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Jake regrets the things he did and didn’t do. Is he too late to make it right? (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Ryleigh (OFC) 'Rodeo’)

Fairytale Ending-Part 7-No One’s In The Room Mini Series ~ @princessmisery666. Author’s Summary: Ryleigh and Jake have an opportunity to make things right. Will it be a fairytale ending or not? (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Ryleigh (OFC) 'Rodeo’)

On AO3

~Crossovers~

Who’s lost now?-Chapters 2 and 3 ~ @glygriffe. Author’s Summary: Dean Winchester is a little lost going back to school and starting a new life in the big city. The Doctor tries to heal thru humanity now that his best friends are not traveling with him anymore, and takes a job at a university. When they meet each other, it may be just two lost souls colliding. But maybe it is the start of a friendship they both need.

~Supernatural~

Honestly ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: The standard Dean Winchester way of letting her down gently doesn’t quite go as he expects. (Ficlet; Dean Winchester x Reader)

~The Boys~

Old Habits ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: The morning after an intense night before has a promising start, but it goes south when he reacts like he always has.  And you’re done with his shit. (Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader)    

On Patreon

~Supernatural~

Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

Captives of the Court-Chapters Three-Eleven ~ Series Summary: Strange things are brewing in Connecticut, so Dean and Y/N go check it out. After stumbling through town, they fall into something that’s been going on a very, very long time. Can they put an end to the bloodshed and make it out unscathed or will they need a little help this time?

thinkinghardhardlythinking

Someone To Watch Over Me-Parts 14-16 ~ Summary: (AU) Y/N is married to a very rich, decidedly unscrupulous and powerful man.  A man whose inability to trust means he hires someone to watch over his wife while he isn’t around. He hires Dean Winchester, a handsome stranger to Y/N, who is soon to become a very big part of her life.

[hologramcowboy]

//Gotta say, didn't love the exaggerated faces and fake voice Jensen used during the last episode of Big Sky. I can't help but wonder who keeps telling him to act so histrionically. His career opportunities are bound to stall if he keeps acting so fakely. Please, please, please get a great coach!// - I haven’t been watching big sky this season but I can say from past seasons that the writing on that show is…. not good so I wouldn’t doubt that would maybe add to the bad/overacting. But outside of BS, I think this is something we saw happening over the years as Dean and he seems to have gotten stuck there apparently. Dean started off as a deep layered character with much more subtle acting… but as the writing on spn went downhill and the writers seemed to lose focus on what made the characters special, they started to write Dean (and many other characters) as almost a caricatures of what he once was. They made Dean the over the top “funny guy” who over-acted a lot of his scenes. Yes, he could still pull some moving and more nuanced performances when needed but that’s not how they wrote him anymore. Look at any later season ep and you’ll see him pulling over exaggerated faces and definitely over-acting. Late season Dean became more of a joke, and not a good one. But Jensen got comfortable on spn and didn’t push himself and just fell into whatever they wrote. I think that was how he last acted in spn he he seemed to get stuck there. You could see it in TB too. I know so many of his fans complimented his micro expressions but the truth is, a lot of it wasn’t micro at all, it was in your face. When you didn’t see him actively thinking about what his next acting choice in the scene would be, then he was usually overacting (it’s why I think JDM would have been better as SB, he’s got that cocky swagger down to a science and even when he is over the top, it works for what he brings to the characters. But he can also do the subtleties well too). And then he landed on BS which has really terrible writing (I watched s1 and tried s2 but it was getting worse) and that’s actually a complaint I’ve seen a lot about the show - the writing is bad and makes the characters feel awkward and Jensen is falling back into what he did last time he had bad writing…

There's a common misconception I want to cear:

No one on set, not the producer, showrunner, director, especially not the writer tells an actor HOW to play his character. The very reason said actor is hired is to bring HIS version of the character. If we look at the scripts from SPN nowehere did the writers make Dean into an over the top caricature of himself, that was an acting choice made by Jensen(though they did write him one dimensionally in certain aspects and you beautifully described what they switched to over time). My point is, it's the Actor that creates the final version of the character and any layer said character might have. For whatever reason (possibly feedback from his no talent wife?), Jensen thinks those over the top faces he makes are believable and sellable and he is relying on them more and more, to the point of seeming more like a depressed clown than an actor. Sorry, I may seem harsh but currently, within the industry, they are looking for Actors who live the part not those who "act" and Jensen falls into the old generation of soap stars who fake their way through scenes without doing due diligence on it. His emotional prep leaves much to be desired and he resort to gimmicks instead. I'm never going to get tired of saying this, I hope Jensen calls a coach like Fine, Moss, Lyndon, Chubbuck because he needs one on his side if he plans on ever making it big and especially if he plans on shifting tiers.

JDM would have been a perfect choice for SB, he would have added all the missing layers and power dynamics that Jensen failed to bring, in part because he was grossly miscast.

Also, just to let you know, I adored reading your post because I love when people pick up on the subtleties of someone's acting, especially when they are able to explain everything so beautifully. Thank you 💕

[whengeorgiawentblue]

Jensen, Robbie, et all have to know the majority of the Jared fans aren’t watching The Winchesters and will continue to not watch based on the lack of Sam appearing and some residual feelings they have about Jared not being involved. And that’s fine. But they’ve been banking on Cas fans watching, IMO. Danneel teased a Cas appearance with that picture of him at Comic Con. The characters wore green and blue clothes, they had blatant Destiel parallels. And now they wrapped a season with not a single mention of Cas. I know Jensen has a lot of fans but there’s bound to be a significant drop off after all of this, providing if they do even get a second season.

I'm pretty aware of all that... I must say that still most people didn't think Cas would be in the finale, in fact it would have been out of place with the story. Most fans agree that it wasn't the right time and moment yet. I even thought a "destiel resolution" (where Dean confess his love to Cas, is that ever happen) was too much on a rush.

But one thing is that, or even a brief Cas appearance, and a very different thing is not even mention him! And I'm not talking about the story, the plot, about destiel love or lgbtq+ representation... I'm talking about marketing, about keeping the fans interested in the next season. Yeah, I'm disappointed, but I'm still interested in a 2nd season and see how the characters and other new plots develope, and not just for the sake of destiel. But I know there are a lot of fans who don't think the same way, who feel so let down that are not longer interested in the show, and that's a good chunk of audience the show is very probably going to lose. I'm quite amazed that Jensen and Robbie didn't have the insight to see that...

[ao3feed-j2]

Wrap your legs around me and make the most of this ride

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/vf5ztba

by Imagination_creation

Jared is a pet-sitter who absolutely loves his job but when he takes a job at a fairly classy apartment and finds the naked body of a young man, collared, bound and gagged, Jared has no idea what to do.

Apparently, the collared and bound man has been trained to know exactly what to do.

Words: 4551, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles/Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Additional Tags: Bondage, Brainwashing, Master/Pet, Dom/sub, Humiliation, Voyeurism, Dom Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Sub Jensen Ackles, Confused Jared Padalecki, Dubious Consent, Control, Gay Sex, Dirty Talk, Bottom Jensen Ackles/Top Jared Padalecki, Broken Jensen Ackles

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/vf5ztba

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 337

The Heroes’ Journey/Praxeus

“The Heroes’ Journey”

Plot Description: the Winchesters are Wisconsin-bound to help an old friend, where they discover a very unique fight club—and wind up in need of some help themselves

Don’t take the gun you haven’t used in a long time!! That just screams “will go off at the wrong time” or “won’t go off when you need it”

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: idk what kind of fight club this is (but it’s definitely with monsters), and no…No I would not live

Heck yeah!! I saw Garth’s actor’s name in the creditsss

Is Chuck making all these things go wrong for the boys?? It’s a bunch of small stuff but it’s a BUNCH of small stuff.

And one BIG thing…Baby breaking down

Omg Garth has a KID. He has SEVERAL kids. He named his twin boys Sam and……….naturally………Castiel

When did Garth take up dentistry? Oh, did we KNOW he killed the tooth fairy while in dentist school? And then he took up hunting? And now he’s back and doing dentistry for all the werewolves?

Garth’s kid just called Sam The Giant lmao

What is happening in this house?!? Why is Garth’s wide ignoring Sam writhing on the floor in pain AND her children’s crying…and the knock out gas Garth put Dean under has turned this into an old timey musical? We really have time for this?????

What I would give to have video of Jensen practicing tap dancing

Garth knowing and loving his place as special guest star in Chuck’s is great

I did not need to know that he and his wife love Fifty Shades

Aw, the boys lost their main character energy in their own story

Did Dean become lactose intolerant?? Shouldn’t have eaten those seven grilled cheese sandwiches

Of course they have to participate in the fight club, no weapons, no nothin

Who got—are we ACTUALLY rewinding time or just SEEING what happened? Dean marveling at how strong Garth is since becoming a werewolf 💀

(I had to delete a whole paragraph because I didn’t know of the existence of a 1987 movie AND got the name of the alien basketball team from Space Jam wrong in one go. It was embarrassing)

Garth blew up the fight club…literally

Actually this fight between the boys and the monster they were supposed to fight makes my embarrassing moment look like nothing

Weirdly, I hope this is the last we see if Garth. I just want nothing bad to happen to him

So, next time (maybe) they’ll be in Alaska trying to get their MC mojo back

“Praxeus”

Hey. So. Here’s a fun fact. Um. My max app fucked up…and I skipped an episode?? So now I think I have to go back and watch THAT episode tonight. So this takes place before the last two Doctor Who episodes I’ve watched………this is the time travel fuckery show

Plot Description: what connects a missing astronaut in the Indian Ocean, birds behaving strangely in Peru, and a US naval officer who washes up on a Madagascan beach? Team TARDIS investigates

Wait, is Team TARDIS split up between these destinations?? Oh. They sent Ryan on his own to Peru while Yaz and Graham are in Hong Kong, and the Doctor is in Madagascar

Why is this woman so suspicious of Ryan?? OH! She’s kind of a celebrity (famous blogger)

UM…that dude just, like, turned to stone or shell and POOF into billions of pieces

Actually, I appreciate that Ryan’s trusted to do this part on his own. He’s usually treated as the least intelligent of the team (not unintelligent but the least intelligent of the bunch)

She’s got the same stuff on her as the naval officer

What did that astronaut do to piss off those aliens?? (I’m guessing aliens due to the laser guns)

I LOVE Ryan, actually. He’s a sweetie and so good with people who are in crisis and just…he cares a lot about doing the right thing even if he doesn’t have all the answers

DO THEY LET RYAN ASK THE SIMPLER QUESTIONS SO THEY DONT LOOK STUPID?? Graham just admitted he didn’t know what a pathogen is after Ryan asked…(the astronaut has been infected with an alien pathogen)

Yaz and the blogger are about to follow the alien through a teleporter. Huh…the naval officer’s submarine (or at least part of it)

I know Doctor Who has partly tackled political topics relevant to our times in the past but I really do feel like they’re giving 13 a really large number of episodes that seem a little preachy. This one’s mostly about micro plastics and ocean pollution…which OBVIOUSLY are terrible things we need to do things about but the way it’s presented in context is just…I dunno. Again, a good thing this is mostly a family show because the only people they’d convince with this is children. You’re not going to sway adults

You know, I also should have been more suspicious of this super over equipped lab on a beach

I really need the astronaut to live

Look, I know she and her crew used earth as a Petri dish to find a cure for a disease that destroyed her planet’s population but I don’t think she deserved to die

But they did find a cure for humans so I guess it’s ok then?

Blogger is the Donatello of this episode: the only one having a normal, reasonable reaction to everything that’s happening

I know I said I needed the astronaut to live but I should have specified that his husband should live too. Just didn’t think I needed to. Oh thank god. He’s safe

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The Dangers of Hope Ch. 2

Series Summary: When Y/N shows up at Camp Chitaqua with her little girl in tow, her bloodshot eyes leave no doubt that she's infected. Or is she? Everything Dean has come to know for certain over the last five hellish years, is about to be challenged.

Pairings/Characters in the series: Endverse!Dean x Reader, Emma (OFC), Castiel, Sam Winchester, Lucifer, Michael, Zachariah, Risa, Johnston (OMC), Patrick (OMC), Theresa (OFC),other survivors and soldiers.

Series Explicit 18 +/Warnings: Show level violence, some gore, angst, smut, fluff all the usual for a series of mine. ❤️ Endverse!Dean (that's a warning for his anger and callousness as well as his extreme hotness. 😁) Each chapter will have their own specific warnings.

Chapter Warnings: Not too much. A mention of recurring nightmares, some talk of fears.

Word Count: 4,240

A/N: So, I've had this idea for quite a while. Basically since I watched The Last of Us. I loved Pedro in the role of Joel, but I kept thinking how incredible Jensen would have been. Which then made me think of how amazing he was as Endverse!Dean which then led me to this idea. Lol! I've stolen the premise of Ellie's storyline from TLOU, but made her a grown up, a reader insert, and a love interest for Dean.

If you've never seen TLOU, don't worry - you don't need to have seen it to understand this story. 😊

I've taken some liberties with the Endverse in my story, changed a few things from canon, but kept lots of things too.

I sincerely hope you enjoy the story. It will be ten chapters and I will do my very best to post one chapter every weekend. ❤️

A/N 2: Thank you SO much to everyone who was so kind and gave such a lovely reception to the first chapter of the series. I hope you enjoy this new chapter too! ❤️

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The big, wide log cabin seemed so completely empty after Dean Winchester left, as though his presence alone was what had filled it.

The blue-eyed man - Castiel - ran after him quickly, shouting an order to a guard outside to let no one go in. 

So Y/N sat completely still, listening to the muffled sounds of camp life happening on the other side of the pine walls. Her exhausted brain was trying to comprehend what had happened, trying to piece it all together.

The first person she'd encountered had been the woman, Risa. She and another soldier had been guarding the border of the camp when Y/N and Emma finally stumbled out of the forest.

Y/N was fairly certain she would have been shot on site if Emma hadn't been there. Instead, their hesitation gave her the chance to swear up and down that, despite appearances, she wasn't a Croat.

The two soldiers had eye-balled each other and Risa had finally told the other guard to stay at the outpost. 

“The Boss is still out on the raid. I'm taking them to Castiel.”

She'd pulled the heavy chains and manacles out of the guard post shack, and brought Y/N, cuffed and bound, to see Castiel. She’d met with him in the big cabin, tying Y/N to the table and then explaining things to him. He'd seemed a bit out of it at first, but then seemed to sober up quickly when Risa explained the situation to him a second time. Then he examined Y/N and made her tell him the story again. His face got progressively more dumbstruck as she spoke.

When he was informed that the Boss was back, he'd told Risa to take Emma away somewhere safe while they all talked.

Now, in the big, lonely cabin Y/N had to shake her head. She’d been so certain, in the end, that she was going to die. But Dean had walked away and left her breathing.

Just another miracle that somehow kept her alive for one more day.

The evening wore on and the light began to disappear, leaving only a dusky blue twilight inside the cabin. She didn't like the night time and the dark. It was a fear that had started with the poltergeist when she was sixteen - when every time she turned off the light and closed her eyes, something evil emerged to cause her pain and terrorize her in the dark.

Before long, the very last of the twilight left the room, and unknown, unkind darkness loomed all around her, and she began to feel the panic rising. But suddenly, just before it could take hold completely, Dean strode through the door, carrying a bright lantern that banished the dark. She breathed a sigh of relief, thankful to see him in spite of everything.

He moved to stand directly in front of her, almost exactly where he stood when he’d elected not to shoot her. She looked up at him and gave a slight smile, not knowing what else she could do. Then she thought to ask the question foremost on her mind.

“Can I see Emma? I'd like her to know I'm safe.”

“No.” He said, shooting down the request without hesitation. He moved over to a metal folding chair that sat at the end of one of the tables and pointed at it.

“I'm gonna sit right here, all night, not sleeping. And if you so much as twitch? I promise I'll put you down.”

Y/N still couldn't help but appreciate the light he'd brought in for her, and the fact that she was still breathing, so she gave another half smile. “Okey dokey.”

He looked briefly taken aback by her response before his scowl returned. He plunked himself down on the chair and folded his arms across his chest, sitting up ramrod straight. It didn't look very comfortable.

But then, her spot on the hard floor, chained to the table, wasn't all that comfy either. But she decided she was grateful that the length of the chain allowed her to comfortably move her arms around. That was something.

She leaned back against the wide metal leg of the table and tried to relax. But soon her active mind was wandering and she stole a glance at Dean, wondering about how very different he was now. Of course twelve years was a long time in the best of circumstances. Twelve years spent fighting monsters and battling through an apocalypse was bound to change a person. 

As she stared at him he turned his head and caught her at it outright. She blushed slightly and decided to cover with a question. “Can I see Emma tomorrow?”

“No.” Dean said before going back to staring at the far wall.

His outright refusal was frustrating. But she worried that arguing with him might be considered “twitching”, so she kept her mouth closed.

The silence stretched out again and made Y/N antsy. She was used to Emma’s little-girl-babbling, her singing, and just her general five-year-old noisiness. The camp was mostly silent on the other side of the wall as well, only the crickets could be heard, playing their creaky songs.

Her eyes once again settled on the only interesting thing in the room, Dean. She tried to be less obvious about staring this time, but realized she’d failed when he spoke harshly without looking in her direction.

“Why are you staring at me?” His voice was full of annoyance.

“I’m not.” She said quickly and unconvincingly.

He finally looked at her and his face was cold and angry. She remembered that he used to have a really bright, beautiful smile. 

“Why can’t I see Emma?” She asked, aware she was probably pushing buttons she shouldn't.

Dean ignored her and slowly looked away again. Y/N huffed out an angry puff of air and despite her worries about riling him, decided to argue. “She’s my daughter. I just want to make sure she’s okay, and let her know that I’m okay too.”

He remained silent and Y/N’s voice became desperate. “Please!”

Dean swung his head back to look at her angrily. “Look, I’m probably going to end up shooting you. When that happens, do you want her to have to go through all of it again? Or worse, have her sitting in the room when you turn and I have to take you out?”

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat, but she shook her head. “No.” She said softly.

Dean lifted his hand and then dropped it, looking away again. “So okay. Then shut up about it.”

Y/N was only a little offended and sighed slowly. After being quiet for a minute she spoke with another frustrated sigh. 

“Okay, but do we just have to sit here? This is boring.” Her eyes lit up slightly. “We could play twenty questions.”

Dean looked back at her and his expression was finally registering as something other than angry or blank. He obviously thought she was nuts. 

She shrugged. “Just to pass the time.” When he just continued to stare, she shook her head. “No? How ‘bout the alphabet game?”

Dean’s perplexed expression fell back into his usual scowl but Y/N trudged on anyway. “The alphabet game is where you pick a subject, like countries of the world, or 80s action movies or something, and then go back and forth, each having to come up with something that matches the next letter. Like if I said ‘Action Jackson’, you’d say…’Beverly Hills Cop’, then I’d say-”

“Shut. Up.” Dean said succinctly. His mossy green eyes were dark, and quiet frustration oozed out of him.

Y/N slumped back against the table leg. “Sorry. I talk when I'm nervous, and when I’m bored. So, it’s a double whammy here. Hence the motor mouth.”

“Go to sleep.” Dean said in a clipped tone.

“I have too much adrenaline for sleep. I WAS almost shot today, after all.”

Dean’s jaw clenched before he looked away from her again and leaned back slightly in the chair. “If you don’t shut up and go to sleep I may change my mind about the ‘almost’ part.” 

Y/N bit her lip trying to suppress a giggle as exhaustion and adrenaline combined with her twisted sense of humor. The result was a loud snort that had Dean once again looking at her like she was nuts.

She smiled at him, wishing he’d smile back, and shared the movie quote that was tickling her funny bone. 

“Good night, Westley. Good work, sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.”

When Dean just stared at her silently, she shook her head. “Princess Bride? No? It’s a classic.” 

She swore she saw his hand move towards the holster on his thigh and she raised her hands in surrender. “Okay. Sorry. I’ll be quiet now.”

Dean stared a while longer at her and she wondered if he really was contemplating shooting her, until he finally looked away and settled himself more comfortably in the chair.

She sighed. It was gonna be a long night.

***

Y/N was floating down a river in a little canoe. Emma was sitting across from her and talking to her, though she was still a baby. 

“We’re lost, Mommy.” She said and Y/N shook her head. She had to keep her baby safe and that included keeping her safe from the truth.

“No we’re okay, baby.” Y/N said as the river got choppy and sharp rocks jutted out, waiting for them around every bend. They careened straight towards one, and Y/N could do nothing to steer the canoe around it; the one oar she had was mostly turning her in circles. They smashed into the rocks and the boat began filling with water.

“Mommy, the water is coming up.” Said Baby Emma. “We’re gonna drown.”

“No, we won’t baby. I won’t let us.”

Y/N tried to scoop the water out with her hands, but it was just too fast. They were sinking. Y/N grabbed for Emma but the baby began to float away. 

“Emma!” Y/N called out to her daughter as she floated farther and farther away. But even though she was almost a mile away, Y/N could still hear her little voice right in her ear.

“You lost me, mommy. I can’t come back, I’m lost.”

“No! I didn’t!” Y/N cried out, jerking awake.

The cabin had sunshine pouring in through the east-facing windows. It was morning, she was alive, and so was Emma, she reassured herself, she was just out somewhere in the camp. Her recurring nightmare could be left in the shadows. She took a deep breath and looked over at Dean. He was staring intensely at her. She raised her hands.

“Sorry, not ‘twitching’, just a bad dream.”

Dean still didn’t blink. It was unnerving. “Did you really not sleep at all?” Y/N asked.

“Said I wouldn’t.”

Y/N took in his posture in the chair, straight and alert; he’d barely moved an inch all night. It made her smile and shake her head.

“Huh.”

Dean’s scowl was firmly in place. “What?” He questioned.

Y/N shrugged. “No, nothing. It’s just good to see that things haven’t changed much, after all.”

Dean scoffed. “Woman, everything in the world has changed.” He looked away from her. “And it just keeps changing every day.”

“Maybe,” Y/N conceded. “But yet here you are, all these years later, and you’re still protecting people.” 

His head swung back towards her and he seemed offended. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Y/N lifted a manacled wrist and gestured beyond the cabin. “You sat up all night, in what I can only assume to be the world’s most uncomfortable chair, to make sure that everyone in the camp was safe from a potential monster.” She shrugged again. “Because you’re still protecting people.”

“That is not what this is.” Dean said angrily, and Y/N raised an eyebrow.

“No?”

“No.” Dean reiterated. “I am the leader of this camp, and leaders do their own dirty work. If you turn, I’m gonna be the one to shoot you.”

“To save your soldiers having to do it.” Y/N said with a nod. 

“No!” Dean barked. It surprised her that he was so angry about what she was saying. It was obvious to her. The hunter she’d known may have turned into a soldier, may have gotten a little harder, but from everything she’d seen, he was still Dean Winchester underneath.

His face was a snarl now, though. “Look, I don’t want you thinking I’m some kind of benevolent nursemaid here.” Dean tried to explain. “Everyone in camp has jobs, has their roles. It’s how we’ve all survived so far. My role is to keep the camp guarded. And I do that so everyone else can perform their roles. It’s simply a matter of survival. If you turn into a Croat and start killing folks, that lowers our numbers, makes us all more vulnerable. That’s all this is. So don’t go thinking I’m some kind of bleeding heart. When the time comes, I will take you down.”

Y/N nodded slowly. “Okay.” She said calmly. She didn’t really believe a word of it. But she wouldn’t argue with his need to make her see him as deadly. 

“I mean it. I won’t hesitate.” Dean said coldly.

“But,” Y/N looked at him and gave a small smile, “you already did. Hesitate, I mean.”

Dean’s jaw ticked. “Are you taunting me?” His voice was low and very menacing. 

Y/N raised her hands, making the chains rattle. “No!” She denied vehemently. “I’m not taunting you, I’m thanking you. That hesitation saved my life.”

Dean’s glare was hot and angry. “Well, like I told you, things change real quick these days, so don’t tempt me.”

He turned away from her again and Y/N lowered her hands. His attitude was not what she’d expected. He honestly seemed insulted that she’d implied that he was a good man who made it his mission to keep people safe.

Silence descended again, until Y/N began shifting around, noisily rattling her chains. 

“Stay still.” Dean barked without looking at her.

“I can’t.” Y/N said, slightly embarrassed. “I…I have to…pee.”

Dean turned to look at her for a moment and then shrugged. “Go ahead.” 

Y/N’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Ew.” When Dean made no move to rectify the situation, she let out an annoyed huff. “Do you at least have a bucket?”

Dean continued to stare at her for a long time, before calling out. “Johnston!”

A thin man holding a rifle stepped in the door. He’d clearly been standing just outside. “Yes sir?”

“I need your help with the latrine.”

“Sir?” The young man’s face was confused and Y/N snorted out a laugh. 

Dean shot her a dirty look. “Shut up.” He ordered. She bit her lip to stifle her smile. 

He turned back to the soldier. “With her, Johnston.” He said, pointing at Y/N. “I need help taking her to the latrines. I’m gonna hold her chains, so I need you to keep a gun on her.”

“Oh!” The man was clearly very relieved. “Yes sir.”

Dean stood up and took a key from the inside pocket of his green canvas jacket, bending to unlock the padlock that kept Y/N attached to the table. He pulled her to her feet and she stumbled into him, her legs being slightly wobbly and asleep from her uncomfortable position.

“Sorry.” She said, suddenly shy as she stood so near him. She looked up into his face and was slightly mesmerized by his shining emerald eyes and the dusting of freckles on his cheeks. He really was remarkably beautiful, moreso today than when he’d come to save her all those years ago.

Dean just grunted and stepped back, holding her thick chains in his big hand easily. He took the lead, his long strides forcing her to jog along behind him or risk being dragged all the way.

The camp was still just waking up and she could smell coffee brewing around the campfires where people sat sleepily rubbing their eyes and then popping them wide open as the strange procession passed by them. She tried to smile at them, but the fear on their faces made her remember her bloodshot eyes, and she lowered her head. They probably thought their leader had gone crazy, dragging a Croat around on a leash.

After a few minutes of walking they reached a row of outhouses, plain but well built. Dean pointed to the one on the end of the row and Y/N went in. She stopped just inside the door, looking back at Dean.

“Are you going to let go of the chain?”

“No.”

She frowned and waved her hand at the wooden door. “I can’t close the door if the chain is in the way.”

Dean just shrugged in answer.

Y/N’s face was imploring. “Come on.”

Dean said nothing.

Y/N gritted her teeth. “Well could you at least look the other way?”

“No.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and let out a little growl of frustration. “For pete’s sake, I am in chains, and you’re holding on to them! Where the hell am I gonna go if you look away for a minute?”

Dean stared at her a moment longer before finally, begrudgingly, turning his head. 

“Thanks.” Y/N mumbled, trying to pull the door over as far as it would go with the chain stopping it. 

When she was finished, she came out with pink cheeks. There was no way both men hadn’t heard her peeing. There were definitely some real indignities involved in people thinking you were a monster.

When they got back to the cabin, Dean was locking Y/N back up to the table, crouched down beside her, when her stomach rumbled from hunger. He ignored it, double checking her manacles before walking out and leaving Johnston watching over her with his rifle.

A few minutes later though, a young girl, probably no more than thirteen, came in with a bowl of oatmeal and some canned oranges. She also had a cold glass of water on the tray and Y/N groaned out loud. She hadn’t realized how thirsty she was until she saw it there. Her groan seemed to startle the girl who was approaching Y/N with considerable trepidation.

Y/N tried smiling again, knowing there was nothing she could do to change her bloodshot eyes, but hoping she could still show kindness in them. 

“Hi.” She said softly. “My name is Y/N, what’s yours?”

“Theresa.” The girl said, as she came a little closer. “Boss told mom to make you some breakfast and she sent me to bring it.”

Y/N nodded. “Thank you so much. It smells delicious. Tell your mother I said thank you as well.”

Theresa nodded back and finally came up beside her to set the tray within reach on the floor. Then she scuttled away quickly and Y/N tucked into the food. The oatmeal was slightly stale and plain with nothing to go in it, but it was warm and filling and the oranges were sweet and juicy despite their slightly tinny taste. It was the best meal she’d had in well over a week and she was grateful to Dean, the man who didn’t care about anyone, for providing it for her.

She hoped Emma was eating well this morning too, and that she was somehow coping with everything. She closed her eyes and tried to send her daughter strength.

The next few days passed much in the same way. Dean would watch her every night, assuring her that he was watching for any signs she was turning. But a couple days in, she woke up in the night to see his head slumped onto his chest, exhaustion finally winning out over any remaining fears he had of her changing.

On her fifth morning, Dean was locking her back up to the table after a visit to the latrines (during which he now allowed her to take the chain in with her and shut the door), when he swore and grabbed onto her right hand. He pushed the manacle up further on her arm and examined her wrist where it had been rubbed raw on the underside.

“What the fuck? Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?”

Y/N shrugged. “Didn’t hurt that much, and I figured you wouldn’t care, you know, if you were still figuring on shooting me.” She said with a teasing smile.

Dean gave her his usual dirty look. “Yeah well, I wouldn’t want you to die of sepsis before I get the chance.”

He called to Patrick whose turn it was to guard the cabin for that morning. When the red-headed man stepped inside, Dean told him to bring a first aid kit from the medical tent. When Patrick left, Dean pulled another key from inside his jacket and unlocked the manacle on Y/N’s right hand.

Her arm felt strange without the extra weight of the manacle and chain. Dean checked her other wrist, satisfied that she only had the one wound. When Patrick returned with the first aid kit, Dean began cleaning the raw spot on Y/N’s grubby skin. 

As he worked, Theresa came in with Y/N’s breakfast. She pulled up short when she saw Dean there, since he was usually gone by the time she came in. Y/N tried to encourage her forward. 

“Thank you, Theresa. Don’t worry, your boss is just fixing up a scratch on my wrist. You can still bring breakfast over.”

The girl hesitated before moving over to Y/N and setting the tray on the floor. “Have you seen Emma today?” Y/N asked. 

Most of the time, she tried desperately not to think about what her daughter was going through. If she were to dwell on it too long it would drive her mad. As it was, the nightmare of watching Emma float away from her, was coming two or three times a night now.

The girl looked afraid to answer with Dean there and kept glancing over at him, clearly nervous. “It’s okay.” Y/N reassured her again. “Please, how is she?” Y/N asked, aware that desperation laced her voice.

Theresa looked up at Y/N, her big brown eyes far too wise for a thirteen year old girl.

“Sad.” She said simply before standing and scurrying out of the room.

Y/N felt like a knife was twisting in her gut. She closed her eyes and tried to stop her tears from falling, but simply couldn’t. Two fat tears fell down her cheeks as she stared into her lap. Without saying anything, Dean tied a bandage around her injured wrist before tying more gauze around her uninjured left wrist, protecting it from the rough metal.

He cleaned up the first aid kit and left without a word. It was a few minutes before Y/N realized he hadn’t re-manacled her right wrist.

All that day it felt as though a heavy stone sat in her stomach. She barely touched her breakfast (an egg and some sliced fried potatoes) and didn’t have a bite of lunch. She felt terrible wasting the food and insisted Patrick eat it. It tasted like ash to her and she simply couldn’t swallow. All she could think about was Emma and how she was hurting.

Her ability to compartmentalize her pain and fear was breaking down as worry and heartbreak took over everything. 

That evening, Dean showed up earlier than usual. He walked right up to her and, kneeling beside her, unlocked her other manacle so that she was free of the chains at last. She gave him a quizzical look.

“What are you doing?”

Dean shrugged. “It’s been nearly a week that you’ve been here and almost two weeks since you got bit.” His usual scowl was highlighted by confusion in his green gaze. “I don’t know what the hell is going on here, but it seems increasingly unlikely that you’re gonna start foaming at the mouth any time soon, so…”

He stood up and moved away, nodding to someone outside. Risa stepped through the door and behind her, holding her hand, was Emma.

Y/N gave out a loud cry of surprise, too many emotions flooding her at once to articulate any actual words. She tried to leap to her feet, but ended up stumbling back to her knees as Emma launched herself at her.

“Mommy!” Emma’s tears and sobs soon choked anymore words out of her as well. 

Y/N wrapped her daughter up tightly in her arms. “Oh, baby, baby!” She buried her face in her daughter's long hair, squeezing her too hard, she knew, but she couldn’t help it. She’d been so terrified she’d never get a chance to hold her again, so she savored the moment briefly before turning her head to where Dean was standing by the door.

Her throat was choked, but she pushed the words out. “Thank you. Thank you.” It was all she could say.

Dean didn’t respond and just walked out the door.

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Dean Winchester

"Demons I get. People are crazy." ~ Dean Winchester ~

Basic Information

FACE/BODY CLAIM: Jensen Ackles

AGE: Depends on Thread; between 26 - 39

EYES: Hazel

HAIR: Dark drown with occasional blond highlights; usually kept short and styled

HEIGHT: 6'1

PRIMARY OUTFIT: Jeans, t-shirt, logger boots, leather jacket - everything is a little worn, but not in terrible condition.

Personality

Dean is confident, snarky, and more of a 'pop culture nerd' than he's likely to ever admit. He will protect the people he cares about with his life and when it comes to anyone who might hurt his loved ones, he'll show no mercy.

Abilities

Dean had been a hunter for years; he's got good reflexes and is in peak physical condition. He's also got the face of an angel and a smile that could charm the pants off of just about anyone.

He's got a working knowledge of the supernatural world and the creatures that inhabit it. He doesn't know everything, of course, but he knows more than most.

Weaknesses

His biggest weakness is probably his family. Dean would literally do ANYTHING for them, even if it goes against everything else he's ever learned/believed. He reacts similarly to friends and other loved ones, but it's not quite so severe of an emotion.

Dean also has a bit of an anger problem. Usually he can keep it under control, but sometimes he'll snap and then say/do things that can't be taken back.

Romance

Where to start...? Dean is a flirt... whether your muse encourages him or not. He knows what he likes and he's not afraid to tell someone. He's not usually forceful or crass about it, and if someone tells him to stop he will.

It's also not hard to get him into bed... especially if your muse just wants a fling. However, if your muse wants something more, that could take time, work, and patience. After all, Dean doesn't ever stay in one place for long - rarely long enough for emotions to 'gum up the works.'

Where to Find Him

It might vary by verse, but usually anywhere you might find the supernatural. So - anywhere, really.

Verses

Just because a verse isn't listed here doesn't mean I'm not interested in writing it. I adore all kinds of AUs, and welcome the chance to get creative with my muses. If you've seen a verse that another of my muses has, and you'd like to see this muse in something similar, let me know. You can also check out my 'Plot Ideas' tag, too. ^_^

Main Verse:

Dean Winchester hunts the stuff that everyone else refuses to believe exists. If he doesn't do it, who will? Ghosts, vampires, demons - he's seen it all. Most of the time he's got his brother, Sam, by his side... and most of the time that's enough. But even someone like Dean can long for something more now and then.

For this verse everything is as canon as I can make it. I usually prefer Season 3, only because I love the angst of a Hell-bound Dean. However, I’m willing to work with whatever Season my partner might prefer. ^_^

Fantasy Verse

Dean is a hunter in a medieval-inspired fantasy world that leatherandsoil helped me build and create. His dad is gone and his brother is happily settled and married in a nearby town. Dean travels from place to place in his vardo, selling potions and taking care of things that the local villagers can't.

Mechanic Verse

Currently a Private Verse

In this verse Dean isn't a hunter; he's just a normal guy with a normal life that never quite seems to go his way. He jointly owns and works at a mechanic shop with his best friend, Paul. He's also so deeply in the closet that it's painful to watch.

Retired Verse

This verse takes place at the end of Season 8. Sam has died sealing the Gates to Hell, Crowley is fully human and reveals Mrs. Tran’s location - she and Kevin return to a normal life, Castiel and Naomi manage to stop Metatron, and all is right with the world… sort of. Dean finds himself alone. With Sam dead and Castiel busy with Heaven, the Hunter is left floundering. What happens next is entirely dependent upon the RP. I often use this verse to return Dean to Sonny and the boy’s home from Season 9 (because he seemed happy there) but I’m open to him winding up in other places, too.

Worthless Verse

This verse technically takes place in Season 2+, with some major changes, of course. John and Sam were both killed in the crash which occurred at the end of Season 1, and when Dean tries to bargain for their souls, he’s told by Azazel that he’s worthless/useless/etc. You name it and Azazel probably said it. Since then, Dean’s been on the very singular mission to find and kill Azazel. He’ll do other Hunts if they happen to find him, but they’re not priority. He’s also fallen hard into all of his most negative vices - conning and grifting, drinking heavily, getting into fights thanks to his smart mouth, and sleeping with anyone he can get into his bed.

Current/Ongoing Threads

If your thread with Dean isn't listed here it's probably because it's been long enough since your last reply that I thought you'd dropped it. Message me to let me know you're still interested, and I'll happily add you to the list (with no pressure for a reply.) ♡

Paul:

Can't Hold Out Forever (Mechanic Verse)

Just Like Starting Over (Retired Verse)

Playing with Fire (Fantasy Verse)

Theo:

Shifter in the Night (A/B/O; Retired Verse)

Wynter:

Bones in the Ground (Main Verse)

Stuff That's Good to Know Before Starting a Thread

I am NOT fully caught up on the series - I’ve only seen through the end of Season 10, and I don’t know when I’ll get around to watching any more. TBH, I was more than a little disappointed with the first couple of episodes of Season 11, so… yeah.

I also do not have a photographic memory for the seasons I have seen, so if I make a mistake with something don’t be afraid to tell me. As long as you’re not rude about it, I promise to hear you out. ^_^

My preferred verse is Dean between Seasons One through Three - if you come into my Ask Box, or tag me in a post (which it’s perfectly okay to do) I will typically respond as if it’s one of those seasons.

If you want to roleplay with Dean in a later season, please ASK ME FIRST! Chances are I won’t say no, but I just need a heads up, kay? Like all characters, he changes from Season to Season and I need to know so I can get myself in the right 'headspace.'

Links

Please keep in mind, this blog is an ongoing work in progress. Not all of these links may lead somewhere, but they're here because they link to potential tags for this muse.

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[jawritter]

Ok so I have TWO gifs (I know you only asked for one .. but 🤷🏼‍♀️)

Tell me about Jensen being angry because you had a big fight (both parties fault .. more Jensen tho) and after thinking about it .. and apologising to you there’s amazing rough sex after (A/B/O)

Next Rounds On You

Pairing: Alpha!Jensen Ackles x Omega!Reader

Warning: This is full blown p*rn because I’m weak for Alpha Jensen, don’t judge me. Girl on top. Bondage. Mentions of fighting. Language. Some Crack if you look hard enough. Mentions of Knotting. Just a little biting. ABO Dynamics. 

Word Count: 325

A/N: Last drabble for today guys! We will pick up again tomorrow!

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Jensen growled deeply, pulling at the tie around his wrist that kept his hands tied securely above his head, raising his hips to meet you thrust for thrust as you bounced on his swollen, twitching length. 

“Nah-ah Alpha, you scold, slowing you pace again, grinding down on his cock, giving him just enough friction to keep him on edge, but not enough to release his not that was throbbing and desperate to pop deep inside of you. “You know the rules. I’m in control this round.” 

“I said I was sorry goddammit!” He roared, his back arching off of the bed as your hips rolled to meet his, his legs and arms shaking as he tried to pull against the restraints again that kept him bound to the bed. 

“And I accepted your apology,” you teased, bending down and biting playfully at his pirt little nipples, earning a deep groan from him that made you clench around him. “As long as you let me have control this time.”

“You weren’t exactly innocent, you said some pretty mean shit,” he reminded you, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he fought against the urge to break the headboard and let the Alpha in him take back control as instinct screamed at him he should. Alpha’s didn’t bottom often, mostly because they were control freaks. They were the Dom in the situation, the Omega’s the Sub, and changing those dynamics didn’t come easy for them most of the time. Jensen was no exception. Being tied down to the bed with no control was about to make him loose and, and you love toeing that line with your Alpha, it wasn’t often you got to see him squirm. 

“You’re right,” you tell him, picking up the pace again, and smiling in victory as he was rendered speechless, mouth falling open into a silent scream as his knot started to swell. “That’s why next rounds all you baby.”

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[negans-lucille-tblr]

Touchdown - HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHIARA! ❤️

Summary: You’re caught in the middle of a football team and their pre-match ritual.

Rating: 18+

Pairing(s): Reader x Jensen Ackles | Jared Padalecki | Luke Hemmings | Harry Styles | Tom Holland | JJ Julius Son | Jeffrey Dean Morgan (With mentions of Reader x Tom Felton, Luke x Harry and Jared x Jensen)

Tags: dark fic, non con, dub con, deepthroating, choking, breath play, fingering, tied up, bondage, pain, tears, gang rape, knife play, p in v, creampie

WC: ± 2.6K

A/Ns: Okay, listen, I know this is the weirdest bunch of guys thrown into one fic, but it’s my girl Chiara’s (@little-diable) birthday and I just had to put together something that included all the guys we regularly thirst over together. I tried to put everything in that I know she loves most. I hope you adore it, Chi, as much as I adore you. Happy birthday, love. Thank you for making my life better, thank you for being one of my best friends. Thank you for just being you. Go give her a big happy birthday, guys!! <3

Bee’s Masterlist || Chiara's Masterlist (Go show her some love)

You gasp for air, your throat burning as you do so. The grip he has on your hair stays tight, and as he looks down his body at you he smirks, laughing coldly at the way tears continue to effortlessly flow down your cheeks. Once again he forces his cock down your throat, so far down that you can feel it bulge in your neck. You’d always been thankful for your lack of a gag reflex, and while you are thankful to not be throwing up on his feet right now, you just wish that it wasn’t so easy for him to fit his cock down your throat like that. Your eyes are burning with tears, and once more he pulls back and you gasp for much needed air.

“Please, please,” you beg, your own voice unrecognizable. It’s so hoarse and choked from the abuse, it hurts just to swallow.

He chuckles at your begging, reaching up with ring clad fingers to rub the saliva into your chin.

“You look so pretty, love,” he cooes down at you, his British accent seeming thicker than it had earlier on.

“Alright, Harry,” someone calls out, and Harry glances back over his shoulder, looking back at you and huffing.

“I’m not done with you, Princess,” he threatens, stepping back and walking away.

You tug on your bounds but you know it’s no use. Your arms are still tied and suspended above your head, no feeling left in your fingers, and your knees are hurting, pained by the cold concrete floor they’ve got you kneeling on.

“Luke?” the voice calls.

Some blond guy steps up to you, smirking down at you as he reaches into his jeans and pulls his cock free, jerking it slowly for a second.

“Open wide, beautiful,” he teases, his Australian accent thick and dripping from his tongue. You used to love Australian accents.

You clamp your mouth shut and shake your head, grunting behind your sealed lips. Luke rolls his eyes, reaching forward and wrapping his whole hand over your mouth, squeezing your nose so you can’t breathe. He holds it there as you struggle, and you think maybe this is it, maybe you’re finally going to die down here with these horrible men. But then Luke slips his hand away, and you gasp for some much needed air. The blonde takes advantage of the way your mouth falls open, sliding his cock past your swollen lips into what feels like a hollow path that Harry had forged for him.

You close your eyes and take it, hoping it’ll be over soon. The room is fairly dark, but you know there’s more than just those two men with you. There’s at least three – the guy calling out the names is American. And there feels like more, movements in the shadows. And now with your eyes closed, you can sense them. Sense their eyes on you and your naked body as Luke fucks your throat with no regard for your body or feelings.

“Is it my turn?” you hear another British voice, this one a little higher pitched than Harry’s, a little more formal, even.

“Luke, let Tom have a go of the bitch,” the American huffs, and Luke huffs a breath and reluctantly backs away.

“Please,” you pointlessly beg again, your jaw aching now.

But Tom is just as ruthless as the last two, even though he seems so nice as he grins down at you, his brown eyes sparkling with pure excitement. It actually makes you more uncomfortable than the brooding looks the other two had given you. Tom’s already got his cock in his hand when he steps right up to you, reaching up to pry your jaw further open, making you cry out in pain. He pushes himself into your mouth, and his thrusts are shallow to begin with, almost like he’s afraid to hurt you, and you wonder if maybe he isn’t so bad, after all. But then he thrusts deeper, and gasps for air, moaning as he looks down at you, his eyes growing darker, his smirk growing more and more malicious.

“Fuck you feel good, love,” he praises, humming. You sob around him, which only makes him moan louder. His fingers twist into your hair and his thrusts grow faster, more violent, as your head starts to spin from the increasing lack of oxygen. “That’s it, baby,” he hums.

“Alright, don’t bust a nut, kid,” the American grunts. “It’s Jared’s turn.”

Jared dwarfs Tom as he steps up behind him, shoving the shorter guy to one side, and you tremble in your place as you look up through your lashes at the giant towering over you. His long hair dangles in his eyes a little bit, and he reaches for your throat, wrapping his hand around it. He starts to squeeze, and then uses his grip to lift you off of your knees. You instantly try to straighten your legs, despite the crippling pain from being stuck in one position, and your feet are weak, but just about support you. Jared’s hold is still firm around your neck, so even when you stumble you don’t fall.

His hazel eyes seem to sparkle as he stares you down, the corner of his lip twitching into a smirk. He doesn’t say anything, which makes you uneasy, but you do feel his other hand push between your legs, his long fingers gliding through your pussy as he pushes two roughly inside you. You cry out in discomfort, your legs squeezing closed around his wrist, but he continues regardless, pushing them deeper and curling them slightly.

“How come Jared gets to touch?” you hear Tom ask.

“Because I fuckin’ said so,” the American grunts. “Wait your turn, Holland.”

Jared’s fingers twist and curl and push in and out until you’re unavoidably close, making you whimper and writhe, gasping for air through the little amount of space he’s given you between his fingers still wrapped around your throat. Just as you find yourself begrudgingly on the precipice, Jared lets go, and you find yourself falling onto the floor with a thud, your hands unable to break your fall as your knees crack against the concrete and you cry out.

“That’s sweet,” the American cooes. “Did you save some f’me, baby boy?”

As you look up through your lashes you see another guy stepping up beside Jared, his green eyes glaring down at you.

“Of course,” Jared replies softly, biting his bottom lip.

Green eyes smirks, turning his attention to Jared. “Such a good boy,” he chuckles, reaching up and gripping Jared’s neck, pulling him in for a heated, passionate kiss.

“Oh get a room you two,” Harry complains somewhere in the shadows. Green eyes chuckles, shoving Jared away playfully, and Jared slinks off towards Harry.

“Shut up, as if you don’t have Luke’s cock in your mouth every night,” Jared scoffs.

“At least it’s not Jensen’s in my ass,” Harry retorts, and you hear a scuffle.

You feel fingers grip your chin, turning your head back to green eyes – Jensen, you assume – as he smiles down at you.

“He’s gonna fuckin’ love you, sweetheart,” he hums, rubbing his thumb over your puffy lips, his eyes tracing over the lines on your face.

“Who?” you find yourself asking.

“You’ll see. But until then, need you to open that pretty little mouth for me, let’s see what you’re made of.”

Jensen’s cock is so deep in your throat, it feels like you could press the bulge at the base of your neck, and if your vocal chords weren’t damaged before, they will be now. He’s thicker than the others, and the corners of your lips feel torn and sore. Your nose is pressed firmly into his pelvis, and as he holds himself as deep as he can get, his cock throbs, and he presses harder on the back of your head and hums.

“She beats every last fuckin’ one of you,” he calls out, making the others laugh. “Little whore was made for cock.” He pulls out, bending down and bringing his face close to yours as you splutter for breath, spit drooling down your chin into your lap. “If he doesn’t ruin you, I will, I can smell that cunt from here, and I want it.”

Whoever he is, is only starting to make you worry more and more.

The door swings open, letting a brief pool of light into the room. You can now see the others, sitting around the room, their cocks in their hands as they watch the show you’ve been putting on for them, lazily jerking themselves. The man that has entered the room is a shadow, until he steps up to you, Jensen stepping away of his own accord to make room for him.

He barely regards anyone else in the room, his eyes landing straight on you. You tremble as you stare back at him, the look in his eyes is enough to haunt you for the rest of your life, even if he is one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen.

“Is she ready?” he asks. His accent is kinda American, but there’s a slight twang to it that seems European.

“Yes, Sir,” Jensen replies obediently.

The guy smirks, reaching into his back pocket for something and then crouching down to become your eye level. He brings his hand back in front of him, and a blade flicks out from the silver handle. You instantly flinch, your heart beating so hard it hurts. And if you thought Luke putting his hand over your mouth was your end, then this definitely has to be it.

“You’ve all taken a turn?” he checks, his eyes taking in the blade himself.

“Yes, JJ,” Jensen responds.

JJ smirks, his eyes landing back on you. “Good, because there won’t be anything left of her when I’m done.”

He drops the knife to your thigh and you instantly panic, gasping for air and begging for your life, pleading with him to have mercy and spare you. Appealing to any of them that still have even a shred of humanity.

“I won’t tell anyone, I swear, please, just let me go,” you beg through sobs, but JJ just continues to drag the cold blade up your thigh, tracing it up your stomach, and then over your one breast, over your hardened nipple and to the dip in your throat.

“Your voice sounds so sore, baby girl,” JJ tells you, feigning concern. He twists the tip of the knife against your skin, and you feel just a little nick. You swallow hard, afraid to even move in case you anger him. “Did my boys do that to you?” he asks, frowning. You quickly nod, your whole body shaking. “I guess I’ll have to find another use for you.” He continues to trace the knife around your neck, and then he lifts it, slicing the rope extended above your head, and your arms drop. He catches you instantly in his arms, holding you against his hard chest.

You’re still too afraid to move or do anything as he lays you down, pushing your legs open.

“How about that cunt? Is that free?” he wonders, pushing his legs between your thighs. “Has anyone fucked this yet?” You shake your head, your breathing stilted.

“Good, then it’s all mine.”

JJ unbuckles his jeans, pulling his cock free. He’s about as thick as Jensen was, and somewhere between as long as Jared and Luke.

“Oh fuck, please let me have a go?” you hear Tom asking.

“Shut up,” Jensen warns.

JJ looks across into the shadows and laughs. “Someone’s eager.”

“Captain gets first fuck, Tom,” Luke explains.

“That’s fuckin’ right, I do,” JJ smirks, looking back at you. “Don’t worry, Tom, you’ll get a turn. Last in line, you don’t mind sloppy sixths do you?”

“Sixths?” Tom complains.

“We’ve all gotta cum in her, Tommy,” Harry cooes mockingly. “That’s the ritual.”

“Fuck,” Tom groans. “I should’ve joined the team months ago.”

JJ laughs again, leaning over you as you continue to lay there trembling. “Don’t mind him, sweetheart, it’s his first ritual. Big game tomorrow, he’s probably just excited.”

You take a deep breath, whimpering automatically as JJ leans further over you, climbing between your legs and hovering, his cock a hair width away from your pussy. He keeps his eyes locked on yours as he slides forward, filling you slowly, and you wince at the way he’s stretching you open, shifting your body a little in hopes of easing the discomfort.

“Sh sh,” JJ soothes, stroking your hair out of your face. “Don’t move, that cunt is so tight,” he hums. “Don’t worry, “I’ll open you up for them, make sure you’re dripping so they slide right in.”

Your knees hurt as you rock back and forth on them, JJ’s fingers tangled in your hair, keeping your shoulders off of the floor. He spanks you hard over and over again, grunting and groaning as he takes what he wants from your body, practically abusing your cunt like it’s just a toy. Your juices drip down your thighs involuntarily, as JJ continues to take orgasm after orgasm from your trembling body, using you up just like he promised he would, and your mind feels like it’s floated away, like you’re outside your body, watching it get fucked over and over again by the merciless captain of the football team.

JJ buries himself to the hilt and stops, his cock throbbing inside you as he fills you with cum, pulling out and humming as he watches his spendings drip out of you and onto the floor. Your arms shake as you try your best to hold yourself upright, not wanting to face plant the floor.

“Best pussy I’ve ever had,” JJ hums, getting up. “Who’s next?”

You glance over your shoulder to see all the boys surrounding you, and you take a deep breath, wondering how much longer this can go on for, collapsing into the fetal position on the floor. They start to argue amongst themselves, until the door opens and someone new again walks in.

“I think it should be me,” the deep voice announces.

“Coach,” Tom splutters. “We can explain.”

“Explain why you started the ritual without me? Don’t you know I need to blow off some steam too? Big game for me too, y’know,” he grunts.

“Sorry, Jeff, we just couldn’t resist,” Jensen explains.

“Did you at least save some for me?” he huffs, stepping up to stand over you.

“If you’re okay with sloppy seconds,” JJ smirks, triumphantly. Jeff rolls his eyes, shaking his head, and then he looks back at you and frowns slightly.

“Isn’t this that blonde dude’s slut?” Jeff presses, “the captain?”

At the mention of your boyfriend you gulp, your throat feeling like you’ve just swallowed a thousand razor blades.

“Felton? Yeah, that’s her. Won’t be playing his best tomorrow when his girlfriend goes home dripping with other guys’ cum, now will he?” Jensen chuckles, smirking triumphantly.

“You boys never fucking fail to amaze me, you’ll do anything to win, huh?”

“You bet your ass we will,” JJ smirks. “Try that cunt, coach, feels better than any touchdown you’ve ever scored, guaranteed.”

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