#Lucky Wesson

[hokkaidossoul12]

New Cuphead ocs (mafia themed). These aren't all of the characters and I will be adding more characters soon.

[bropunzeling]

i've stumbled into a genkill bradnate fic rabbit hole ever since you posted about après moi le deluge. i love finding new treasures and epic long fics so much

there's SUCH good stuff for that ship. like, SUCH good stuff. another couple recs for you:

hunting season by nogoaway (and everything by nogoaway! recently discovered treasure): In which Brad stalks off into the Arizona desert rather than sleep in a real bed, and Nate is also a little fucked up upon re-entry.

aftermath, usa by traveller: The morning of the assassination, Patti Jankowski got up, took a long shower and towel dried her hair before braiding it into two long ropes that hung over her shoulders. She put on jeans, a t-shirt that showed Mickey Mouse saluting the American Flag, a light tan windbreaker and her comfortable blue SAS sneakers. In her shoulder bag she put a Smith and Wesson .22 caliber revolver, and an umbrella. The forecast was for a 62% chance of rain.

how to survive accurate mortar fire (and other inconveniences of war) by of_sea: Don't panic.

faith in fast cars by goshemily:

The thing about Warped Tour is that it eats you alive. It eats you alive and if you’re very, very lucky, it never spits you back out.

Brad went to his first Warped Tour when he was fifteen, unsure and itching for something. He came home with three new albums and gravel in his knees. Nate’s been going longer, East Coast so some different bands and some different crowds but always the same like this: you give your blood and Warped Tour gives it back.

This is Bravo Two’s first time.

[blubushie]

Oh crap, you were handing out firearms!

Trick or treat? Even a day late?

You're getting the traditional Smith & Wesson Model 29! Perfect for wanderers, this revolver is chambered in .44 Magnum and will put down anything from everything from bears to crazed Australian serial killers, provided you can handle the recoil!

You feel lucky?

[enriquemzn262]

I'm collecting weapons with quotes about them everyone has to bring up in discussions about them:

"This is the greatest handgun ever made. The Colt Single Action Army. Six bullets… More than enough to kill anything that moves. Now I'll show you why they call me… 'Revolver'."

"This, is a weapon of terror. It's made to intimidate the enemy." "This, is a weapon of war. It's made to kill your enemy."

"Of all the weapons in the vast Soviet arsenal, nothing was more profitable than Avtomat Kalashnikova model of 1947, more commonly known as the AK-47, or Kalashnikov. It's the world's most popular assault rifle. A weapon all fighters love. An elegantly simple 9 pound amalgamation of forged steel and plywood. It doesn't break, jam, or overheat. It will shoot whether it's covered in mud or filled with sand. It's so easy, even a child can use it; and they do."

"I know what you're thinking, punk. 'Did he fire six shots or only five?' Well, to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself a question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?"

Honestly? If I had the means and the laws weren't as shit here, I'd get a Smith & Wesson Model 29 and just engrave "Do I feel lucky?" on the side of the barrel

I fucking love the first 2 Dirty Harry movies, they're so iconic of their time period.

[alvinuniverse-rp]

Follows from -> @alvinuniverse

Hello! I’m Alvin, welcome to my RP blog! I decided to just make one blog for all my characters/muses since making one per each individual character is becoming hard to manage.

I’ll most likely do any type of RP, besides NSFW (meaning smut, blood and gore is okay though!)

I’m currently working on bios for everyone listed here but I have a lot so it’s going to take a bit lol, consider this blog a WIP at the moment

Full muse list (and other RP blogs) under the cut!

(Art by @fruitypieq)

My Little Pony

Canon

@appleyjackk (Applejack) •

Princess Celestia •

Discord •

Tirek •

Zephyr Breeze •

OCs

@flutter-dream-rp (Flutter Dream) •

@solar-arrow (Solar Arrow) •

Midnight Skies •

Marble Mystery •

Love Letter •

Berry Rose •

Rosie Apple •

Redhate Orange •

Apple Bloom 001 •

Wesson •

Small Mil •

Shining Light •

Thunder Spark •

Roller Strike •

The Walking Dead

Canon

Rick Grimes •

Hershel Greene •

Negan Smith •

Steven Universe

Canon

Steven Universe •

Spinel •

OCs

Pink Lemonade Lapis Lazuli •

Cuprite •

Emerald •

Blue Spinel •

Gaspeite •

Jade •

Warrior Cats

OCs

Deerstripe •

Redfeather •

Anthro/Furry (Fandomless)

OCs

@demonvampire-chloe (Chloe) •

@valentinechlo (Valentine) •

Skye •

Lettuce Slim •

Pinkie •

Snowy Mercy •

Alvin Derry •

Mike Pines •

Fandomless

OCs

Peggy •

Breezie •

Alya •

Kenny •

Lucky •

Others

Canon

Alvin Seville (Alvin and the Chipmunks) •

OCs

David (Minecraft) •

[queeruscant]

These Star Wars characters are canonically queer! Links to each character profile will be added as they are posted. List begins under the cut!

Ackmena

Adrialla

Alak

Alys Ongwa, aka Crash

Amara Kel, aka Shadow

Amilyn Holdo

Ariole Yu

Audj Seedol

Aurin

Aytar

Baako Moradi

Beesar Tal-Apurna

Bibs

Brene

Cassie Cryar

Casul Seedol

Caysin Bog

Ceret

Chase Wilsorr

Chass na Chadic

Chelli Lona Aphra

Chellwinark Frethylrin

Cincey

Cinta Kaz

Cohmac Vitus

Conder Kyl

Dec Hansen

Deemus Abrus

Delian Mors

Detta Yao

Dima

Domina Tagge

Eemee

Ela Radodan

Eleodie Maracavanya

Emory

Er Dal

Eron

Erta

Esmelle

Eustacia Okka

Falloo

Fel Ix

Flix

Gen Tri

Gido

Ginruda

Gojuni Motts-Danel

Gulu

Hackrack Bep

Hareck

Harli Jafan

Harmon

Holo

Howlrunner (Theta Squadron)

Ilini

Ilyana

Ione Marcy

Irei

Isabalia

Jezra'lin

Jom Lariin

Jordan Smythe

Jordanna Sparkburn

Joy Iya

Just Lucky

Kaeden Larte

Kalandra

Kantam Sy

Keo Venzee

Kho Phon Farrus

Kimb

Kinni

Kiren

Kitrep Soh

Klerin Chekkat

Kor Plouth

Kryys Durango

Lando Calrissian

Lapin Tagge

Larma D'Acy

Ledaney

Lee Skillen

Leox Gyasi

Losha Tarkon

Lula Talisola

Luu

Magna Tolvan

Marlowe San Tekka

Matthea Cathley

Merrin

Moona

Monti Calay

Murra Mors

Nubarron

Occo Quentto

Odelia

Orka

Oshi Karmo

Rae Sloane

Raf Thatchburn

Raidah Doon

Reyé Hollis

Rhee

Ric Farazi

Rooper Nitani

Sabé

Saché

Sana Starros

Sannab Ro

Shirene

Sinjir Rath Velus

Sister

Sky Graf

Smeemarm

Sola Naberrie

Sonogari

Sorschi

Svi'no Atchapat

Sylvestri Yarrow

T'onga

Taka Jamoreesa

Tal Veridian

Tam Posla

Tans

Tantagru Motts-Danel

Tareesh

Teemank

Tepoh

Terec

Thandeka

TK-421

Ty Yorrick

Tyros

Varko Grey

Vel Sartha

Vellis San Tekka

Vernestra Rwoh

Vi Moradi

Vukorah

Wesson Dove

Wilhuff Tarkin

Wrobie Tyce

Wyl Lark

Yana Ro

Yané

Yarli Yren

Yrica Quell

Zae-Brii

Zeen Mrala

Zian

Zohma

[thoughtfulpsychicherohumanoid]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Lucky Brand Wesson Studded Boots Booties 7.

[xxsimschallengesxx]

100 Baby Challenge: Isla Paradiso (Babies 31 - 34: Aurora, Clarke, Landry, Wesson)

Father: Shon Willard

Aurora Couch Potato Clumsy Good Sense of Humor Can't Stand Art Animal Lover

Clarke Brave Hates the Outdoors Friendly Lucky Frugal

Landry Genius Clumsy Loves to Swim Mean Spirited Slob

Wesson Virtuoso Eccentric Technophobe Supernatural Fan Heavy Sleeper

[felixlombard]

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Felix Lombard

Title(s): N/A

Referred to as: Mr. Lombard

Nickname(s): “Lucky” (short for “Lucky Luciano” if you’re American; just a play on his given name if you’re not)

Age: 33 (3 October 1890)

Gender: Cisgender man

Sexual orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: Professional sport shooter

Nationality: Mexican-American

Religion: Catholic

Class: Middle class (formerly working class)

Place of birth: San Antonio, Texas, United States of America

Hometown: As above (always on the move)

Faceclaim: Diego Calva

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 75 kg

Build: Lean and rangy; strong and steady on his feet

Distinguishing marks: None (just that winning smile)

Hair colour: Dark brown

Hair style: Flopulous but in a boyish way. Growing a little long but doesn’t get in his eyes. Not unkempt so much as dashingly wind-tousled all the time (yes, even on windless days).

Eye colour: Hazel

Clothing: His one good leather jacket everywhere he can possibly wear it. Otherwise, denim or heavy cotton trousers and wool shirts. His ties are more rayon or wool than silk, and his boots have rubber soles for better grip. Prefers a flatcap to the traditionally expected Stetson. He doesn’t want to be pushing it too far.

Scent(s): Regular hotel room soap (changes with the season), leather and motor oil, more the smell of detergent he uses to clean his pistol than the gunshot residue itself.

Accent: Southern American (think Tejano English)

PERSONALITY

Summary: Not a showman by nature, Felix is always the person at the back of the room who’s smiling into his drink while someone else whispers the naughty suggestions into the ears of others. Having been taught invisibility is a virtue, his less-noble instincts have to find an outlet somewhere. (And no, having a long-standing affair, culminating in a tempestuous marriage with his hosts’ maid was hardly enough.) At his best, he is a loyal friend and a consummate professional. Maud and he are a pair of aces, a well-choreographed dance that either brightens the party or sets the room on fire. In hard times, he becomes hopeless and desperate. Composure turns into cold-heartedness; his ability to bring out the best in others a diving rod for their weaknesses. Everything in life becomes a game, people divisible into teammates and opponents. And shooting has always been a solo sport.

Virtues: determined, easy-going, flirtatious, meticulous, noble

Vices: enabling, evasive, fatalistic, profligate, reckless

Moral alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Natal chart: N/A

Habits: TBA

Character tropes: TBA. Picture the perfectly proportioned mix of Bond and Le Chiffre from Casino Royale (2006).

FAMILY TIES

Parents: Rafael and Gabriela Castillo

Sibling(s): N/A

Spouse: Maud Lombard (née Harkin)

Child/ren: N/A

MISCELLANEOUS HEADCANONS

“Lucky” Lombard is purely his professional name, not that he’s ashamed of being just Felix Castillo. His parents emigrated from Tepic to San Antonio to escape growing religious tensions, and he’s thrown himself into his new American life and never looked back.

Competes in the men’s 30m Rapid Fire Pistol category with a Smith & Wesson with fixed sights. Has a good run (fourth in the Olympics is a better outcome than laymen think) and his pan-European win of 1922 was the last high of an eight-year career. He has gotten used to being able to live off sponsorships and prize winnings, spending extra whenever there’s something to celebrate.

Has been on a slippery slope of bad luck that he fears might be comeuppance for his winning streak. Overconfidence made him bet on himself in South America, and then the car accident followed. Now he absolutely cannot tell Maud how bad their money problems are (their relationship hasn’t been honest like that for a while), but he also feels the pressure to keep spending like nothing’s happened.

Drives a 1921 Gardner convertible (seats five, thank you very much) that took a big bite out of his savings and was his pride and joy until he got into an argument with Maud and nearly ran them off a cliff.

Essentially a “wife guy” even though the marriage is perennially on the rocks. His temper is slow to rise and runs righteous, not ugly, which is how he’s defended it to himself all these years. He sees people in rocky, unsalvageable marriages, women reduced to shadows of their husbands and thanks God it’s not him and Maud. (As if what they have is so much better.)

Calls her “Dora” because she might as well be a snake charmer (encantadora de serpientes). She’s like a Valkyrie come down above. She won’t stand for complacency; she’s so ambitious it burns; she’s sex personified; she’s his whole heart.

Poor reader; excellent dancer. Always the first to nudge the needle of the record player or fan the flames of a deliciously bad idea. Measured and level-headed, he gives good advice and is a patient friend. His only weakness is his wife.

Met Maud when he was in England for a competition and a benefactor took him to a party at Montmere House. He kept finding excuses to come back. That ugly uniform be damned, she had bewitched him (body and soul, etc. etc.). He still dreams of her, but they’re more like nightmares now. Having come close once to killing her, the thought is constant and intrusive.

Sometimes, in the fantasy, she’s pointing a pistol back at him; other times, he pulls the trigger. He’d give anything for it to not come true, but he sees the way she looks at him. All that love reduced to resentment and recrimination, like he conned her into choosing this life and he’s the one who let her down, and it just makes him so angry.

WANTED PLOTS

Always on the lookout for the next business venture or one, sure gamble that will get him out of dire straits. Aite is the easy bet, but his ears are wide open.

[greysheaven]

Cant catch harry

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Harry waits for him, then jumps onto the roof of the bus from an overpass. He contacts the police with another ransom demand that includes a flight out of the Santa Rosa airport. Scorpio steals a Walther P38 pistol from a liquor store owner and hijacks a school bus. Scorpio pays a man $200 to beat him severely and frames Harry for it, forcing Harry to stop following him. An outraged Harry continues to shadow Scorpio on his own time.

Cant catch harry free#

The district attorney reprimands Harry for his conduct, explaining that because Harry obtained his evidence against Scorpio (namely a sniper rifle in Scorpio's possession) illegally, all of it is inadmissible in court and Scorpio is to be released as a free man. Harry tortures Scorpio into confessing where Ann Mary is being held, but the police only find her corpse. Harry finds him there and chases Scorpio, shooting him in the leg. Harry learns of Scorpio's hospital visit and a doctor reveals to him that the killer lives in a room at Kezar Stadium. Gonzalez tells Harry he's not cut out for police work and plans to become a teacher instead. Harry uses a concealed knife to stab Scorpio in the leg, but he escapes. Gonzalez intervenes, and gets shot in the chest. They meet at the Mount Davidson cross, where Scorpio beats Harry and admits he intends to kill him and let Ann Mary die. Scorpio instructs Harry via payphones to run around the city. Harry is assigned to deliver the money, wearing a radio earpiece so Gonzalez can secretly follow him. He threatens to kill her if he is not given a ransom of $200,000. The next day, the police receive another letter in which Scorpio claims to have kidnapped a teenager named Ann Mary Deacon. Scorpio eventually arrives, kills a police officer in the shootout that follows, and flees. Based on his letter, the police think that Scorpio's next victim will be a Catholic priest, and set a trap for him. Harry and Gonzalez are unsuccessful in finding him, and Harry is beaten after being mistaken for a peeping tom.Īfter assisting in preventing a suicide, Harry and Gonzalez learn that Scorpio has murdered a 10-year-old African-American boy. Meanwhile, Scorpio is spotted by a police helicopter near Saints Peter and Paul Church as he is staking out potential victims, but escapes. Harry is assigned a rookie partner, Chico Gonzalez, against his opposition to working with another inexperienced police officer. 44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do you, punk? I know what you're thinking: 'Did he fire six shots or only five?' Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. He shoots one robber dead, and holds another at gunpoint with his Smith & Wesson Model 29 revolver, bluffing him to surrender with an ultimatum: During his lunch break, Harry foils a bank robbery. The mayor teams up with the police to track down the killer, although to stall for time, he agrees to Scorpio's demand over Callahan's objections. The note is found by SFPD Inspector Harry Callahan. He leaves behind a threatening letter demanding he be paid $100,000 or he will kill more people. The product is shipped in its original packaging.A psychopathic sniper, later referred to as "Scorpio", shoots a woman while she swims in a rooftop pool. Packaging Contains:br>1x Can't Catch HarryĬontains small parts, not suitable for children under 3 years old. Catch Harry and his friends before they're pulled into the lamp- Also contains a TheOdd1sOut Trading Cardĭimensions, packaging: approx. Games from the creator of the YouTube channel TheOdd1sOut The game also includes a TheOdd1sOut trading card. Each round becomes more and more intense while players collect special combinations of cards to gain advantages in the game. The cards depict characters you recognize from YouTube, and the game is about catching Harry and his friends before they're pulled into a lamp. The game perpetuates the short-lived moth Harry. Can't Catch Harry is a fast-paced, card-based parlour game created by James Rallison from YouTube channel TheOdd1sOut.

[apitrust]

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[vampirate99]

On Dean's shoulder: Wee!Sam and Stanford!Sam

Below Dean's arm: Sam Wesson!Sam

Behind Dean: soulless!Sam and cage!Sam

And in Dean's lap: Sam

They are soooo cute! I want them ALL!!! Dean is so lucky.

[the-writers-wrench]

You have a typewriter? Lemme see it and also where do I get one I want one it’s the only weird writing shit I don’t have.

I have two actually! First one I got was a 1969 Smith Corona Super Sterling. Named him Wesley Smith O' Rona for reminding me of Smith and Wesson and being a Corona in the Corona pandemic (it might be weird to name typewriters, but IDK). Interesting feature is that the top part slides forward instead of hinging up like most typewriters.

The second one I got was a Royal Quiet De Luxe from (I think, based on serial numbers) 1951. She is named Reine Ginny De Luxe Tranquil for being a Royal Quiet I got in Virginia. She is from the era when typewriters didn't have a 1 key, and instead used a lowercase L to denote 1s. That's why many older fonts have 1s and Ls look very similar. Of the two, she is in a bit better material condition and the one I use the most. Fun fact, apparently Ian Flemming and Ernest Hemingway both used them extensively. Flemming even bought a gold plated one as a reward for finishing Casino Royale and wrote the rest of the James Bond stories on it.

As for getting one, you've got a couple of options. One is to buy online. Facebook Marketplace always has some, and I got Wesley off of Ebay. Couple things to consider though, you might not be able to check the typewriter out yourself before buying and discover any quirks or issues the seller didn't know about/mention. There's also shipping; I got lucky with Wesley, but I later heard horror stories of typewriters not faring well in the mail. If you go this route, consider leaning towards Facebook marketplace where you might be able to check it out before buying and transport it yourself.

Another option is the way I got Ginny: old people. I was at my great Aunt and Uncle's place for dinner and casually mentioned Wesley because I knew they liked old stuff. My Aunt immediately said "Oh, I think we have a typewriter in the attic, would you like to take a look at it?" One thing led to another, and I'm walking out with a new typewriter (This was not my intention I swear). So if you've got older relatives/friends, maybe ask around if they have one you could buy/take off their hands.

The last method is thrift stores. A lot of them will have a couple sitting around waiting for a good home. Some, especially the "portables" (both of mine weigh about twenty pounds, even ultra portables are around 9) will get put in with suitcases and luggage since their cases look a lot like them. If you find one, see if you can do some tests. Make sure the carriage moves smoothly, that the lever will advance the platen (the rubber roller). Check that all the keys work, or don't stick too bad. Even if the ink ribbon is drier than rice crackers, it should still have enough ink to show faint letters to make sure they're all working/in order. Any quirks or issues you come across will have to either be fixed or lived with, so keep that in mind.

A honrable mention, Royal still makes modern typewriters. You can get one on Amazon for like $250, but I haven't heard too much on them. Besides, why would you get a new one when the older ones look way more cool?

A couple of final miscellaneous things:

You'll probably want to get the platen redone. The rubber will have gotten old, and start having flat areas or have paper slip around (If the typewriter has the switch, disengage the platen when you're not using it so it doesn't rest against anything. You don't need to remove the whole platen though, except for cleaning maybe). There's a company in New York that still does platen repair, about 80 bucks depending on the model.

I'd recommend checking out Just My Typewriter on Youtube, she goes through a lot more about the buying process of typewriters and cleaning them (she has over 30 and names them too, I'M NOT CRAZY!) There's also the Typewriter Database, which is a good resource for finding when a typewriter was made and some repair guides too.

When typing, put a second sheet behind the one you're typing on, it'll keep the period key from punching through too much.

If it still has them, save the metal ribbon rolls. Typewriter ribbon is like eight bucks on amazon and you can transfer them from the cheap plastic rollers to the nicer metal ones.

Lastly, search stuff up. Reddit has some subreddits on typewriters and typewriter repair, and there's plenty of other resources out there I haven't thought of.

Thanks for the ask! I love ranting about typewriters for thirty minutes.

[fivelakesinwriting]

Out of Character (Rafe Cameron)

Warnings: Violence, sexual content (on the milder side - it's going to be full send soon, friends), swearing.

Author's Note: Only original character's and story lines are of my own. I do not own the character's related to the Outer Banks series, nor the actors.

*This will also NOT be linear with the show. So don't be upset.

It would be referred to as the Red Night. Her dress was red, as was the sky as the day held on for a few more hours.

Then his knuckles turned red. His face oozed with blood as it dripped into the clear waters of the shore. His eyes wild and bloodshot as he doled out the punches one by one.

"Rafe! Rafe, stop!" Her voice sounded like it was miles down the shoreline when she was actually three steps behind him.

"TOPPER, DO SOMETHING!" She screamed as she pulled at his best friend's shirt, everyone else watched in shock.

The shorter, but equally as strong boy grabbed his friend by his shoulders and pulled him off the tall blonde. He whispered something into the taller boys ear as they stepped back.

"Lucky my girl is here, man." Rafe grumbled as he spit blood into the ocean water as he glanced from the Pogue to his petrified girlfriend.

"Which one?" JJ Maybank grinned through the pain in his jaw as he pulled himself up from the water.

"Fuck you! Pogue scum." Rafe spat as he lunged towards the boy again.

"Ah! Not so fast." The Maybank boy replied as he quickly pulled a gun from the waistband of his shorts and pointed it at the group of Kooks.

"JJ, what the fuck are you doing?" She asked as she held her hands in front of her.

"Gemma, come and stand behind me." JJ ordered, his eyes as wild as his cocaine fueled Kook counterpart.

"Gem, don't you fucking dare." Rafe growled from deep in his chest as he grabbed her elbow with his bloody hand.

It was like the Wild West. A stand off after a brawl. Two men at odds with one another. The drugs, the alcohol. And now a gun.

"Gemma, come here. I will take you home." Topper Thornton spoke softly, his voice permeated the tense scene.

All sides watched to see what the girl would do. Stand behind the rogue Maybank boy while he wielded a pistol? Or stay with the wild eyed Rafe Cameron? Who would no doubt drive them home coked out and drunk.

The brunette took small steps away from the standoff and walked towards the boy with the bleached blonde hair. She looked between the dueling boys one more time before before she took Topper's outstretched hand and let him lead her away.

"Topp?" She asked softly as she held onto his strong bicep as they walked quietly up the beach to his Jeep.

"Yeah, Gem?" He asked, both hands in his pockets. He knew better than to put his hands on Rafe Cameron's girl.

" Can I stay with you tonight? She asked with a sniffle. Topper had not stopped to realize how traumatic the situation they had just witnessed had truly been for the girl in the middle of it.

"Yeah, of course." Topper nodded as he helped her into the front seat of his Jeep.

The night was far from over after leaving the Boneyard, although a lot of the parties involved wished it was. An hour after the majority of the teens dispersed, Rafe Cameron was left alone on the shore with nothing but his high, his thoughts, a half bottle of vodka, and her voicemail.

"Gemma, this isn't funny. Pick up." He growled into his phone before he took a swig of vodka. He hung up and tried her number again, only to roar with frustration when it went straight to voicemail again.

"ANSWER ME!"

Hi, it's Gemma Mercer. I'm probably on the beach or working at the country club. Leave me a message. Bye!

"Baby, I'm sorry. Please, you have to call me back. Just let me know that you got home okay." He slurred as his vision got blurry, but the redial button was habitual at this point.

"Just don't fuck him , okay? Not Topper." He grumbled as his head nodded forward and his chin touched his chest. He wanted to sleep on the beach tonight, but not alone.

Rafe woke up a few hours into the night ready for another hit, angry and deep down he was worried about his girl. He checked his phone with what little battery it had and saw the message from her.

At Topper's tonight. I'm ok.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Topper whisper yelled as he came running out of the driveway to meet his still very drunk friend.

Rafe spat the thick blood that remained in his mouth into the ocean before he stood up and trudged through the sand towards his Jeep.

Rafe peeled into Topper's driveway as he laid on the horn for a solid five seconds before he got out.

"Where is she? Why is she here?"Rafe asked as he looked around the property. His mind raced with accusations that maybe she was cheating like he had before.

"She wanted to be. That was fucking scary, bro." Topper replied as he looked Rafe up and down. He was covered in dried blood from his nose down to the hem of his Polo.

"Well, I didn't pull a Wesson on everyone" Rafe muttered as he lit up a cigarette."

"You started the fight with that Maybank kid. You guys looked like one of you was gonna leave in a body bag, man."

Rafe shrugged. He had found the perfect place to assert his dominance over JJ Maybank, and he used it. Maybank looked at Gemma too much, talked to her too much. And Rafe didn't like that.

"Rafe." Her voice came from behind Topper. Rafe looked behind his friend and saw her there inn one of Topper's shirt. His blood boiled and his mind raced.

"It's not like that, Rafe. She needed something wear after the party that wasn't her dress. I ...I gave her some clothes. Nothing happened." Topper stuttered as he looked between the sleepy Gemma, and the rage filled Rafe.

"Yeah? Well, next time my girl asks you to take her home, don't take her back to your bed and get your into your fucking clothes." Rafe seethed before he brushed passed his friend to walk to Gemma.

"Baby, I'm so fucking sorry. Please, come back with me. I'm sorry about the fight with Maybank, and the coke. All of it. I don't want to be alone tonight." Rafe pleaded as he stood on the ground and looked up and the small woman on the porch.

He hated seeing her in Topper's clothes. It gave him heinous images of Topper and Gemma together that made him sick.

"You did a dumb thing, Rafe Cameron." She stated, her arms across her chest. She looked him up then down. Rafe felt like she looked right through him.

"I know. I fucked up. Baby, please just get in the Jeep." Rafe begged. He felt his high begin to dwindle. All he wanted was his bed, his girl and total darkness.

It had always been hard for Gemma Mercer to say "no" to Rafe Cameron. From the first beer he handed her a house party, to the first time he pulled her panties down her legs. Gemma had a difficult time using judgement with Rafe.

"Fine. You have serious making up to do, Cameron." She replied as she walked down the steps towards Rafe's still idling Jeep.

"Whatever my baby wants." Rafe muttered under his breath so Topper didn't hear as they walked by. Rafe got in the car and peeled out as fast as he pulled in , leaving Topper Thornton in a daze.

Back at Tannyhill Rafe silently pulled Topper's clothes off of Gemma, and made silent vow to burn them at the next Boneyard party. He nudged her bare backside towards his bed, speaking a soft "go" before he took of his bloody shirt and pants. He quietly moved to his en-suite bathroom to wash the blood from his face before he climbed into bed with her.

"You know that Maybank was just talking shit tonight. You're my girl. My only girl." Rafe muttered as he pulled her close.

"I know, Rafe." She whispered into his chest, an arm around his thick torso.

"Do you?" He asked firmly as he pulled back to look at her.

"Yeah, baby. I know I'm your girl, and JJ only said that to get under your skin. Which worked. If I wasn't your girl then why would I be your date to Midsummer?" She smiled as she rolled over to straddle his hips.

Rafe groaned as he held onto her bare hips. "Don't start something you can't finish."

"I always finish." She grinned as she placed her hands on his chest, her hips raised a little to never give him the satisfaction of her heat.

"Fucking right you do." Rafe growled as he dug the pads of his fingertips into her hips to pull her down to his lap completed. He sat up and covered her gasp with his mouth.

"Please." She whispered against his lips as he rocked her hips back and forth on top of him. Her hands weaved themselves into his now messy hair and pulled, desperate for his attention.

"I kinda like this." Rafe smirked as he held onto her hips, his eyes on her mouth as she chased his lips.

" Baby, please!" She whined out loud before Rafe slapped a hand over her mouth. He knocked the tiny brunette onto her back and laid between her legs.

"Desperate for me tonight, huh? Poor Topper. Missed out on the ride of his life with you." Rafe growled as he kept one hand over his lover's mouth and the other ran down her stomach to between her legs.

Gemma glared at him over his fingers, both for the Topper comment and for his fingers barely touching her. She wiggled her hips to get closer to either of his appendages, but Rafe pulled away.

"Be a good girl." Rafe growled in her ear as his middle finger found it's way inside of her. She gasped into his hand, and Rafe's stomach dropped. No drug was like her and the way she reacted to him.

Gemma flipped the switch on him as her her hands that gripped his biceps reached down to his manhood for the gentlest squeeze.

"Ah! Fuck you, Gemma." Rafe hissed as he thrust into her grip and released his hand from her mouth.

She gave him eyes that sparkled and he knew that she was nothing like the girl everyone else saw. She wasn't the good girl who served his parents margaritas after 18 holes of golf.

Rafe knew she was more than an ironed Polo and a nice smile. She was vodka straight from the bottle. A short red dress with no underwear on at a house party full of Kooks. She was driving too fast down The Cut with her head out of his sunroof, flashing passersby , before she climbed back in and let him have his way with her in back seat.

Gemma Mercer was Rafe Cameron's girl. And he would never let her, or anyone else forget it.

*Thank you for reading the first part of my Rafe Cameron fic. Please let me know what you think, like it, message me. What have you. I'm looking forward to chatting with you OBX cuties :) More to come if it is received well.

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DEAN WINCHESTER BIG BANG MASTERPOST

Below the cut you’ll find all the awesome works created by our participants throughout the years. Go check them out and give them some love!

2017

The Only Constant by purgatoan | art by maandarinee dean x cassie, E, 10.7k

Every hunter knows that nothing lasts forever. All things change: the place where you crash at, who do you sleep with, who do you hunt with, it’s all fluid. You can never be sure about anything. However, Dean Winchester was lucky enough to have one constant in his life. Even when he didn’t have Sam by his side or when John was away, he had the Impala. And this story is about the two of them.

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Oh Where, Oh Where, Has My Memory Gone? by lux-tuli | art by eprimacol dean x sam, T,

During the events of “Swap Meat”, Sam gets amnesia when his soul is finally put back into his own body. Not knowing who he is and unaware that Dean is his brother, Lucifer captures him and Dean has to try to save him before he says “yes”.

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Twelve Miles from the Border by audaciousdean | art by bluefire986 dean x sam wesson, E, 72.9k

Ask anyone in town who Dean Winchester is and they'll tell you that he’s the boy with leashed anger. He’s an enigma wrapped in an enigma wrapped in street racing, cheap whiskey and stale cigarettes. He’s got bruised skin and bloody knuckles, breathy whispers of dreams that would never be fulfilled and swollen lips. He’s a feral beast caged within that small town with a weakness for the only thing that he loved that could kill him. That thing was Sam Wesson. If you were to ask the boy with the shaggy hair wearing khaki slacks and an oversized hoodie draping his bony limbs, being the abnormal in the town of normal, he would say that Dean Winchester was nothing more than a boy who was too stuck to move, believing that his destiny was written, not made. It’s the story of darkened streets coated with burnt rubber. It’s the story of two boys who were so opposite of the norm, one the town outcast barely making ends meet and the other too smart for his own good. It’s the story of a taboo love and growing up too quick and falling just a little too far. It’s the story of pain and agony, of devotion and sacrifices. It’s the story of what you’re willing to give up just to keep your head above water.

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Camp Spoopernatural by tahmoh | art by allovely dean x cas, M, 20.3k

Welcome to Camp Spoopernatural {Novak Range} Do you want to scare someone half to death? Need to exact revenge or find a surefire new prank? Or do you just want to have some good fun with a few friends? Then Spoopernatural is the place for you! Not only do we feature 4 cabins that can suit up to parties of 16*, but we also include a range of incredible packages to suit your needs. Check them out here! When Sam spots an advert that gives him the perfect opportunity to prank his brother Dean, he can't resist. Although, it doesn’t turn out quite like he’d hoped.

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I'll Follow You Into The Dark by lafitte  | art by the amazing schnitzelpriester dean x cas, G,

When his Dad disappears, Dean spends the first few months tracking down all the places his Dad visited right before he fell off the grid. While rolling through one such town he comes across Castiel Novak, one of the few good friends he had in his childhood. Turns out, after the death of his foster mom Naomi due to ‘exceptional circumstances’, Cas has become a hunter too, one who specializes in finding and killing demons. Dean has been planning to drag Sam back into the game if their Dad is gone for too long, but since he’s already so hesitant about it, will Castiel give him an excuse to put off telling Sam the truth? Or does he know more that he shows? Then there’s Crowley, the only one who seems to have the answers Dean’s been waiting for all his life. Between hunting alone and trying to find his Dad, Dean finds himself thrown in an unlikely partnership, confronting things he’s been trying to avoid for a long time, and at war with himself. He just hopes someone’s got his back.

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Under Bloodied Water by mycroft-silently-judges-you/VictoriaAGrey | art by winchesterchola​/stargazingchola dean x sam, M, 11.8k

Dean has run away from Sam after his soul being reunited with his body brought with it an unwelcome revelation about their relationship. But just because he's managed to run away from his brother doesn't mean he can also hide from his job. Reports of something singing its victims to death are rocking the seaside town Dean has retreated to and it's up to him alone to take care of the problem... that is, until his brother shows up.

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The Road To Nowhere by metatron-the-transformer | art by K6034art gen, T, 28.1k

Dean Winchester is a foreign journalist covering civil unrest in the city of Tskhinvali. Dean gets caught in the crossfire as he fights to get himself and his charge, teenager Krissy to safety. The journalist discovers that being on the run with a stubborn sixteen year old is his toughest assignment yet.

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Laundry Day by posingasme | art by liliaeth dean x nancy, G, 13.1k

For his entire life, the only consistency had been the recurring event called Laundry Day. It was a day between hunts, when Dean found a small town to run errands of all kinds, including, of course, cleaning clothes. This particular Laundry Day isn't going as planned, especially since Dean could swear that when it started this morning, he'd had a kid brother named Sam...

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In Dark Matters by cuddlemonsterdean/KelpietheThundergod | art by dissolving-worlds dean x cas, M, 21.8k

Canon Divergent after 10x03: Soul Survivor. After being cured, Dean struggles with the emotional pain and the guilt he hadn't been able to feel while he was a demon. He's scared the Mark will take control of him again and deliberately lets himself get injured during cases because he feels like the pain helps him fight the Mark's influence. That doesn't work out indefinitely though, and it's only when Dean finally breaks down under the weight of it all that Sam and Cas notice something is seriously wrong.

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Business Trip by jack-trades-writer  | art by emmatheslayer dean x cas, E, 10.1k

Dean isn't a huge fan of Castiel's business trips. A few days into Castiel's latest trip is all it takes to get Dean thinking about more creative ways to get satisfaction with Castiel so far away. It's his own fault for not thinking that things would escalate from there.

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2018

I Wouldn’t Mind a Kiss, but Not the Puppy Kind by blackrose_17 | art by be_my_precious dean x sam, M, 16.1k

All his life Dean wanted to be a firefighter he never expected to be a father as well but he utterly adores his daughter Leia. Dean is happy being a single father with a few flings here and there but he never expected that kindergarten teacher Sam Singer would rock his world once again. Now he finds himself dealing with his feelings for Sam and a daughter who wants a puppy and isn't above using her charms to get one. Can they both get what they want?

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Purgatory: Population 1 by jhoomwrites | art by idjitsaviors dean x cas, M, 13.2k

While helping out a group of terraformers, Dean ends up with a mysterious Mark on his arm that gives him the urge to kill. After giving up on the idea of a cure, Dean comes up with the only solution he can think of: he takes his ship, picks a direction, and flies until he’s so lost no one will ever find him. And for a few years, it works. Dean has a planet full of monsters all to himself, monsters he can kill and maim and satisfy his dark impulses. At least until a stranger crash lands on his planet. Will Dean be able to resist long enough to help this man leave? And what if he doesn't want him to leave?

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Finish Lines by smalltrolven | art by sillie82 dean x sam, E, 10.3k

Dean’s wondering if there’s a finish line for them like there was for Jesse and Cesar. Between the search for some way to keep Amara off his case and cleaning out Magnus’ hideaway there’s just enough time to work out those details with the one guy who would know, Sam.

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The Perils of Inviting the son of Satan into Your Bunker by soy-em | art by nisaki-chan​ dean x sam, E, 11k

Dean sees the way Jack looks at Sam. But what’s worse, is that he can see the way Sam is starting to look back.

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From The Beginning  by cinnamonanddean​ | art by txdora​ dean x sam, E, 7.5k

Dean smooths out the scrunched paper. It's a flier for some bar in town, pictures of a band on the front and "ONE NIGHT ONLY" screaming from the headline. "What is this?" "It's tonight only!" Sam spouts unnecessarily. "I can read," Dean replies. "Who is Steamboat Vertigo and why do I care that they're only here for one night?"

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The Past Never Ends by ShippersList | art by Amberdreams gen, T, 10.1k

Sam has gone missing so what’s Dean going to do? Follow his trail to the ghost town of Cold Oak, of course. But what he finds isn’t Sam but something else; something older, more dangerous, and infinitely more terrifying than the little brother he wanted to bring back home. OR The Silent Hill movie AU nobody wanted but that I chose to write anyway.

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An Unexpected Surprise by jdl71 | art by blusart gen, T, 16.8k

Dean Winchester is given a surprise that will change his life forever.

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Hold Back the River by seaavery | art by be_my_precious dean x cassie, dean x lisa, T, 45.6k

Dean Winchester lost his mother in a tragic car accident at the age of nine. The accident caused his father, John, to slip further and further into a pit of depression and a bottle of booze, leaving Dean to try and pick up the pieces of their shattered family. As an adult, Dean left Lawrence behind to live life out on the road. He picks up odd jobs in restaurants and even briefly settles down. But ten years after leaving, John is diagnosed with cancer and told he only has a short time to live. Can Dean forgive his father and come to terms with the past? Or is the damage that was done just too much to overcome?

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Feathers and Flowers by amberdreams1960 | art by winchesterchola gen, M, 14k

Dean thinks it's weird when Sam gets a girlfriend, but things start getting even weirder when Sam brings her into the bunker. Unknowingly caught up in a reworking of a Welsh myth, Dean manages to lose Sam, and is forced to team up with Sam's girlfriend on a road trip to track down his brother.

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Daydreams by gatorgurl94 | art by emmatheslayer dean x sam, E, 9.8k

It's been six years since Dean's brother abandoned him and their father to pursue a hunting-free life. In that time Dean's life has changed in ways he could have never imagined. It's a good life, even if it's a life without his brother. Now Sam is back and with him the memories Dean hoped he'd locked away for good.

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Soul Collector by jdl71 | art by milly_gal gen, T, 7.5k

Dean Winchester dies, again. He’s offered a job working for Purgatory.

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A Kind of Magic by profound-boning | art by amberdreams1960 dean x cas, G, 20.8k

On the morning of Dean Winchester's eleventh birthday, there's an owl in the tree in their front yard.

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The Sound Of Silence. by milly_gal | art by bluefire986 dean x sam, E, 5.4k

When Dean loses his hearing and shuts himself away, Sam tries to guide him back into the Hunting life, but a mistake costs Sam dearly and forces Dean into the darkness of his despair. Can Sam coax his brother into the light, and will they ever admit out loud that the underlying tension between them has a name?

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So Am I by pherryt | art by sandy79 dean x lisa, dean x alastair, M, 39.5k

By the time Dean was 15, he’d already learned the hard way – again and again and again – that life wasn’t fair. And he certainly didn’t need any reminders of that. Life, however, felt differently. Now he lives with his brother and Uncle Bobby, he’s a high school drop out after an incident at a party he can’t quite remember but knows happened. Worst yet, almost everyone around him seems to know it too, to one degree or another, and he can’t bear going back to face the whispers, judgement and torments of his peers. Between Uncle Bobby, Sheriff Jody, Pastor Jim and his best friend, Charlie, they keep Dean going. Help him get back on his feet, get his GED and be the big brother Sam needs him to be. Dean hits a few rough patches on the way. But when his high school crush speaks up on his behalf, when the man responsible for Dean’s nightmares gets sent away, when he meets a lonely girl who gets judged as harshly as he does, Dean begins to hope that things will work out.

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2019

Frater Felis by jennytork | art by nisaki-chan gen, T, 6.4k

Stanford senior Sam Winchester has been shot by his own father. This is the story of the aftermath and of the buildup. This is the story of the boy with an older brother who is more than he seems. This is the story of the Stanford Cougar. And this is how it all comes to a head.

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It's all in the Presentation by jdl71 & yonkyu | art by sillie82 dean x sam, E, 16.7k

Dean wasn’t an alpha, not like his father or younger brother. He knew that. He was a beta, or at least he thought he was until he presented late as an omega. He finds himself claimed and mated to his alpha, Sam.

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Fancy by laughablelament | art by blindswandive dean x ketch, E, 7.2k

Post-12x15, “Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell,” Dean and Ketch blow off a British Men of Letters social event to hunt a suspected coven. Tension, banter, hijinks, mayhem. Time to cross hate sex off the old bucket list.

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Mírë by blackrose_17 | art by be_my_precious/gotaprettymouth dean x sam, T, 11.7k

Dean Winchester had an okay life as sheriff of Sioux Falls, sure his love life was a little slow but that was fine with him then everything changed the day Sam Wesson and his son Jack and friends moved into the empty Wesson Manor. Dean finds his world changed as he is drawn to the single father and his young son and his life is changed as his eyes opened to the fact magic is real and Sam is being hunted by someone who refuses to let him go. Dean will do whatever it takes to protect his new family.

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Vegas Kimon by smalltrolven | art by emmatheslayer dean x sam, E, 12.9k

The Winchester brothers have been playing Rock Paper Scissors against each other for most of their lives, but it’s never meant as much as this. A first-time, Sam finds out how Dean really feels story, set in season 14, against the backdrop of a trip to the World Championship Rock Paper Scissors International Tourney in Las Vegas. They encounter someone out for revenge who turns the vacation into a case.

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A Little Love by HuntersWearingPlaid | art by Huntress79 dean x cas, T, 10.9k

Dean Winchester has certain moments of his life memorized. He can see them bright and clear, beautiful and vivid. The day his mother died. The day of his tenth birthday. The first time he kissed a girl. The day he got his driver’s permit. The first time he kissed a guy. The day he moved away from home. The first time he had sex. The day his baby girl was born. The day of the incident. Then he meets Doctor Castiel Novak, Handsome Child Psychiatrist Extraordinaire, who completely throws Dean's life for a spin, bringing back memories he wasn't sure he wanted to bring back...

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Stranger in a Strange Land by zara_zee | art by amberdreams dean x cassie, dean x victor, E, 11.8k

The rift closes just as the Rebels arrive, leaving everyone stuck in Apocalypse World. In the ensuing battle, Lucifer and Gabriel are killed, and both Michael and Jack are severely weakened. With Michael lying low while he heals and Jack in some sort of Nephilim stasis coma, the Rebels retreat to Singer Salvage to regroup and take stock. Apocalypse World reminds Dean of Purgatory. It’s bloody. Messy. With way more than 31 flavors of bottom-dwelling nasties. Dean likes the 360-degree combat. He likes the purity. And until Jack is powered up again, he’s more than happy to stay and fight the good fight in a world where he doesn’t have to hide who and what he is. And those nightmares he’s getting? Where he’s travelling around the world—the real world—asking people what they want; tormenting them; hurting them; and sometimes even killing them? He’s just gonna repress that shit with large quantities of Hunters Helper; because right now, there’s a little voice inside Dean’s head telling him that he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be.

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Back to Where We Once Belonged by amypond45/winchesterpandemic | art by winchesterchola dean x sam, T, 8.8k

Ever since they got back from Apocalypse World, Sam and Dean have lived a quiet domestic life in the bunker, just the two of them. It’s been a good life, overall. Until the day Sam’s magic time-closet malfunctions, spitting out Sams from other timelines at the rate of one an hour. Luckily, Sam’s become exceptionally well-versed in the bunker’s archive of magic, and it doesn’t take long before he finds a spell that should restore the natural order. Unfortunately, what they find when they fix things isn’t quite what they bargained for.

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Abandoned Hope by jdl71 | art by be_my_precious/gotaprettymouth dean x sam, E, 51.6k

Dean discovers something shocking about himself. A misunderstanding happens between himself and Sam, seeming to devastate Dean. Without seeing a way around the situation, Dean leaves Sam without a word. Can Dean deal with everything on his own?

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Big Dreams & Broken Hearts by a-winchester-fairytale  | art by red_b_rackham dean x ofc, G, 13.5k

He was running from a past he couldn’t change, searching for a home. She was running from the only home she had ever known. When their dreams collide, they end up mending more than fences.

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Happy Endings by deansmultitudes | art by Sandy79 gen, M, 17.5k

The Gates of Hell are closed, and so are the Gates of Heaven. It's the ultimate win. But the price was too high for Dean to celebrate. Sam is dead, Cas is locked away. And he's left all alone, with just the promise he made to his brother to keep him going. But when even that is not enough anymore and the haunting loneliness becomes too much to bear, Dean stands before a choice that might help him reconcile with his past mistakes and maybe give him something else to live for.

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Pinkerton Boys by naoe | art by blindswandive dean x cas, M, 34.6k

The Pinkerton Detectives have a LONG history of solving crimes. It's 1887 Chicago, and Omega Dean Winchester and Beta Sam Winchester have been tasked with locating the Beta daughter of one Judge Zel Masters, one of the most powerful judges in the city. This leads the Boys off into the still Wild West, riding the train into a mad world of boom towns and no law, looking for the foreigner seen traveling with Miss Masters and hoping that will lead to the "lady" herself. There's no time for love while dodging bullets and wandering in an endless desert. Part of Dean Winchester Big Bang 2018

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Responsibility Is Just Another Word For Guilt by anon1adult | art by nisaki-chan dean x sam x adam, NR, 29.5k

There were plans for the resulting Winchester-Campbell union. Two vessels born that were to cleanse and usher in peace; they would bring the world to its knees as God's Will was carried out. Unfortunately, there weren't even footnotes for the result of the Winchester-Milligan union.

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2020

Back into her Arms by deansmultitudes | art by bluefire986 dean x lisa, T, 5.7k

After a year of constant combat, Dean escapes Purgatory, at last, and he can finally come back to the family he was torn away from. When he finds himself at Lisa's door, he's covered in dirt and blood, with a collection of new scars and a bushy beard hiding the uncertainty on his face—a whole year away is a damn long time. But his fears melt away when Lisa welcomes him with all the love she can give and, with her tender touch and a lot of soap, helps him feel that he's safe again. He's home.

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That Was The Year by smalltrolven | art by sillie82 dean x sam, E, 17.7k

Dean finds Sam’s first digital camera hidden in the Impala’s trunk while he’s working on switching out the mouldering carpet. He’s surprised at the effects the pictures and videos that Sam took twelve years ago cause between them. A lot more than he ever would have guessed, but it had been one hell of a weird year, that one right before he went to Hell.

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Black by Hunter King/wincest_whore | art by leaf_zelindor dean x sam, E, 10.7k

Dean died and came back a demon, and Sam has spent the last few months trying to find his brother. So when Dean reveals himself in a bar and offers Sam a deal, there's nothing he can do but agree to his brother's terms.

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with the sun in my eyes you were gone by birdsofthesoul | art by huntress79​ dean x benny, M, 5.6k

“I want you to stay,” he said, and it came out like a plea. Because fuck Sam Winchester. Benny was the one who found Dean, and it only stood to reason that he’d get to keep Dean for a little longer. And — “When you came to me, you told me that I was the only person you had left in this world. Well, that was a two-way street. And maybe that’s no longer true for you, but it still is for me.”

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Back to the Start by Vexed_Wench | art by TxDorA gen, NR, 13.4k

Dean finds himself before mysterious beings that tell him not everyone is happy about events of the season 14 finale. They offer Dean a chance to go back to the night he broke into Sam's apartment and make things right. Wincest coming in future installments.

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Provider by jdl71 | art by emmatheslayer dean x sam, E, 34.1k

With John MIA and money running out, Dean does whatever he has to in order to provide for Sam.

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The Power of Touch by yonkyu | art by gotaprettymouth gen, T, 10.7k

Sam was upset with Dean for accepting the Mark of Cain. He set in motion a plan to have the Mark of Cain removed with the help of Rowena. The plan worked and the Mark was removed from Dean’s body. Sam did not care about the consequences of removing the Mark would have on his brother. Sam discovered the consequences would be an eyeopener into Dean’s worst fears and secrets coming to life. Can Sam help his brother overcome this new battle together, like the brothers they always were, or could there be more than what they bargained for? And will Dean accept the help and support he’s been secretly craving from Sam to get better?

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2021

Deluge by laughablelament | art by nisaki-chan dean x sam, E, 6.6k

Fresh out of Hell, Dean’s run out of reasons to deny himself what Sam’s asking for—even if it means fighting through flashbacks, demonic scheming, and whatever Sam’s hiding from him. (Deleted scenes and episode codas from the early weeks of Season 4.)

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Fallen Man by jdl71 | art by dwimpala21 dean x sam, E, 41.1k

Dean inadvertently catches the eye of the wrong male who refuses to take no for an answer. Seeing Dean as his mate, Dean is taken and turned against his will. Scared for the lives and safety of the people he loves, especially Sam’s, he disappears, going into hiding in order to protect Sam from the vampire who turned him and from himself. Dean sees Sam as his mate and since vampires mate for life, he refuses to condemn Sam to the same fate; one of drinking blood to exist.

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Matters Of The Heart by kassyscarlett | art by cassiopeia7 dean x sam, T, 15.7k

It was supposed to be a simple case; to take their minds off Lucifer and to take a break from worrying about mom and Jack in the Apocalypse World. Sirens, despite their mind games, were pretty predictable once you got past the whole honey trap angle they had going. Of course, once they got there, things turned to be bit more complicated than a siren and suddenly, there are actual secrets on the line. Now, Sam wants to know who Dean is in love with and Dean just hopes Sam never figures out that it's him.

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Free to Be Us by blackrose_17 | art by emmatheslayer dean x sam, T, 5.8k

With Chuck defeated and Jack as the new God Sam and Dean leave the hunting life behind and start new ones, that include vet Sam, fireman Dean and three dogs. They couldn't be happier.

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Shut Up And Ride by deansmultitudes | art by huntress79 gen, T, 14.4k

After the whole mess with Benny, Amelia and the mostly-okay-Martin, Dean’s trying to catch up to Sam to make peace with him. It’s just Dean’s luck that on his way, he stumbles upon a case of missing teens. The investigation brings him to the river and to the thing that haunts it.

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You Cast, I Charge by SomethingBlue42 | art by JenniferB dean x cas, E, 42.5k

Dean Winchester just wants to fix cars and work in his garden, maybe use whatever mojo he has to pop a top when he can't find his bottle opener. Sam was the ambitious one, the powerful Warlock and Coven darling, though nothing could save him in the end (or so it seems.) After averting the apocalypse, the Angels have questions about what happened to their brother in Stull Cemetary and as a natural witch, the Grand Coven is obligated to provide protection, though it's clear to Dean they'd rather see him rot. And then Castiel walks into his shop.

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If I Ever Lose My Faith by AmyPond45 | art by Bluefire986 dean x sam, M, 18.1k

As a final FU to the Winchesters, Chuck kills all their friends, then Sam. The next moment, Dean (with Sam’s dead body) gets sucked through a rift into an alternate universe where an alternate Sam has just lost his brother. Together, these two grief-stricken hunters find comfort in each other and, eventually, learn to carry on.

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2022

Number One Preference by RogueTranslator | art by Solstheim dean x cas, T, 11.9k

CASTIEL, the Complex Artificial Symbolic and Tactile Intelligence capable of Emotional Learning, is a personal AI under development at The Sandover Corporation. In hopes of impressing the company’s leadership, Sam’s tech team spends the summer of 2032 installing CASTIELs in the homes of executives. Dean, a Senior Vice President of Marketing who happens to be Sam’s workaholic older brother, is one of those executives. Though Dean starts out skeptical of personal AIs, he and CASTIEL soon become fast friends, and Dean begins developing a new marketing strategy for CASTIEL that emphasizes the bonds between machines and humans. But when the board of directors finally makes good on a threat to shutter the CASTIEL program permanently, Dean has to rely on all his skills as a marketer to get them to change course and save CASTIEL.

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Through This Dark Tunnel by YohkoBennington | art by DWImpala67 dean x sam, M, 8.2k

After a hunt went wrong, Sam is left to pick up the pieces. Trying to put them back to who they were while considering a change in their lives proves to be a whole new set of obstacles he thought they were done with.

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broken glass (a million pieces of lumpy meat) by swordofsun | art by imjustgonnareblogthis dean x cas, T, 8k

Dean takes Jody's advice and allows himself to be broken. Just for a little bit.

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Final Days of Eden by tendency | art by ncdover1285 dean x cassie, T, 11.1k

Dean’s got a great girl he’s in love with, and he’s managing to split his days between working at a mechanic’s shop and hunting while still having plenty of time for Cassie. He could definitely see spending the rest of his life like this (if only he could stop feeling so guilty about the lies he has to tell her).

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Take the Long Way Home by Amypond45 | art by MidnightSilver dean x sam, M, 10.3k

Dean grew up an only child. When his parents die in a car accident, he returns to Lawrence to sell the family home and move on with his life. Then, one day, a Tall Hot Dude pulls up in a crappy used car.

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Enspelled by zaffre | art by R-ifann dean x cas, T, 5k

Rowena curses Sam for the Winchester’s involvement in Crowley’s death. Now it’s up to Dean to learn magic to save him. It’s just that easy and just that hard.

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Straight Boys and Queer Hearts by Out_of_nowhere | art by PetraAmia dean x reader, E, 6.6k

You have a one night stand with Dean Winchester, not expecting it to be anything more. To your surprise, Dean wants to see you again. The thing is, you know about guys like Dean, and how relationships with guys like him usually go.

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Figure It Out As I Go by jld71 | art by DWImpala67 dean x sam, E, 44.4k

After discovering that he’s pregnant with Sam’s pup and thinking that Sam doesn’t want him because Sam has never made the move to claim him, Dean decides to leave Sam and the safety of the bunker to start a life on his own with his pup.

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Summer Blues by MiracleofWinchester | art by art rover dean & sam, M, 11.2k

As Dean sits here alone in the dark of this summer's night, going through some sort of an introspection journey deep down memory lane _ as he’s finding himself doing more and more for a while now _ as he tries his hardest to make sense of things. Of memories. Yes, Dean thinks; hindsight is like looking through a sharp, new set of eyes. Sometimes disorienting, yet the closest thing to crystal clear. ——— Or Dean Winchester spends one summer night down memory lane. it's nothing much, just his entire life really. or maybe get would go through just a few key moments down the line.

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Hush by Squeevening | art by alexiescherryslurpy dean x benny, E, 9.7k

Here's what might have happened in Purgatory between Dean and Benny. This fic is a happy-for-now, because I've watched this show very carefully, *especially* the breakup scene between Dean/Benny and Sam/Amelia, shot with equal weight, where Dean says ADIOS - which he only says to lovers the morning after - and you cannot tell me Dean and Benny weren't CANONICALLY dating. :-D Anyways, this is sweet and hot and I found it incredibly addicting, not because of the sex, but because of how endearingly pathetic Dean gets before he figures out how to ask for it.

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Heaven is a Place on Earth by Bexgowen | art by Solstheimart dean x sam, E, 64.7k

Dean Winchester is a lonely, repressed ad-man whose only vices are his 1967 Chevy Impala and the sex worker he sees every week. When Anael unexpectedly cancels Dean's appointment with her at the Heaven and Hell themed brothel, Dean agrees to make an appointment with another of Heaven's angels. A male angel, who goes by the name 'Castiel', and who unlocks desires in Dean that he thought he had buried deep, deep down. But there is a darker side to Dean: a side that Dean discovers when he ventures down to Hell and meets a demon named Alastair. Will Dean listen to the angel on his shoulder and follow his heart, or will he succumb to the temptation of the demon on his back?

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The Michael Sword by deansmultitudes | art by zxro dean & cas, dean & michael, M, 6.3k

There’s no stopping the apocalypse. Best Dean can do is make sure that the slightly better side has a fighting chance once Lucifer wears Sam to the prom. He makes a decision—he’s going to say ‘yes’ to Michael. And there is nothing that can stop him; not Sam and Bobby locking him up in the panic room, and most definitely not Cas’s fists bruising his body, drawing blood, bouncing him around that dark alley like a rag doll.

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2023

If We Live Through This by Amypond45 | art by MidnightSilver dean x sam, M, 13.6k

Dean feels like a failure when he can’t get Sam out of the Cage. When Sam just shows up one day, with no memory of how he got out, Dean is beyond grateful but wracked with guilt too. Sam doesn’t want to hunt anymore, so he and Dean settle down in a cabin in the woods, maybe near a lake. But Sam has nightmares of the Cage, and Dean’s guilt makes him desperate to atone for his failure to get Sam out by giving Sam everything and anything he needs, even if it means crossing that line Dean swore he’d never cross.

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Scratch That Itch by Drasna | art by TwinOne gen, G, 5.5k

Set pre-series, Stanford Era: Dean has been sent on a solo hunt in New Orleans. He meets up with an ingenue witch, Selina, who needs his help to save her mentor from a voodoo priestess. The plan doesn’t go as expected; when does it ever? Dean, though, gets a little breather in the aftermath, and it turns out to be just the thing to scratch that itch.

Prequel to “Oh, I’ll Be Anything You Want”

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Let Me Down Easy by NEG85 | art by TwinOne

dean x cas, E, 6.6k

Dean accidentally backs into someone’s car at the grocery store and busts their taillight. He offers to fix it for free since he’s a mechanic if they just buy the part. The man as it turns out is devastatingly handsome and has his young son with him.

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Sharp Dressed Man by LaughableLament | art by BlindSwandive

dean x sam, E, 6k

“I’m not here for your security, Sam. I’m here for the shareholders. The Board knows about that dirty little mechanic you’ve been sucking off in his big black car. My job is to keep you pumped so full of come, you won’t have any room left for his.”

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Love Conquers All by jld71 | art by emmatheslayer

dean x sam, E, 26.2k

Desperate and in love with his alpha brother, Dean turns to witchcraft in order to take away his pain of unrequited love. Unbeknownst to him, the spell he casts has dire consequences.

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North of Zero (10/23)

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Sometimes a song would get stuck in his head, something old and obtuse; The Beatles, Tears for Fears, Fleetwood Mac. It would hang on like an ear worm for days until he exorcised the musical demon, humming and singing it and getting it stuck in Scully’s head, too. Eventually they would both start singing in their off-key, slightly off-beat way, working out the lyrics as best they could remember, parrying them back and forth until they worked them out and could live in the past, in that old world with music and frivolous joy, if only for a few minutes.

Today it was Eric Clapton, that song from the mid-80’s that started like a gunshot, lyrics from the first note, all synthesizers and electric guitar, a brass section playing a repeating refrain.

He started humming it while cleaning the rifle, the weapon disassembled on the small kitchen table, the smell of carbon scoring and Ballistol thick in his nose.  

William was in one of the other chairs, replacing the laces of his boots with leather cording that Scully had traded for the autumn before, and he looked up when he heard the first few hummed notes, looking at Mulder curiously.

Scully, on her hands and knees with a flashlight, had pulled the baseboards in the kitchen off, and was trying to pinpoint where a mouse had gotten in. They had found droppings, but the rodent hadn’t yet gotten into their stores, and she was determined that it wouldn’t. She gave a sigh at the opening musical salvo, but sat back on her heels and sang the second verse softly:

“It comes and it goes…”

Mulder smiled and kept humming the through line and Scully stood, leaning against the counter, wearing a look of begrudged amusement. Finally, she started singing again, quietly:

“Nobody's right until somebody's wrong… Nobody's weak until somebody's strong.”

Mulder took over, nodding and singing with a little more gusto:

“No one gets lucky until luck comes along.”

And then, surprising them both, William sang, in a clear bright voice:

“Nobody's lonely until somebody's gone.”

“ Yes !” Mulder shouted, delighted. “Will knows rock-n-roll!”

He stood and grabbed Scully by the waist, pulling her into a reluctant little dance in the middle of the scuffed linoleum, and all three of them sang the chorus — loudly, joyously, out of key:

“It’s in the way that you use it! It comes and it goes… It's in the way that you use it!

Boy don't you know.”

It felt, for a fleeting few moments, like the before time. They felt, for a fleeting few moments, carefree. Like a family.

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They were on a ridge overlooking a town, a pair of powerful binoculars liberated from an army surplus store held to Mulder's eyes. He passed them to Scully.

"What do they want with the bodies?" he asked her, though he didn't really expect a response.

Below them in the city center, faceless men were collecting the bodies of the dead and loading them into a ship. Their group had arrived after whatever had gone down in the town, and they were trying to piece it all together.

After what had happened to Rebecca and Jordan, Scully didn’t love the idea of community, but they had hit a stretch of resource scarcity, and sometimes survival took a village.

Scully gave one more glimpse through the binocs and eased back, army crawling her way backwards until she was out of sight from the town below. Mulder did the same and they rose together, trotting back down to where Smith and Wheaton waited for them in the tree line. Mulder called them "Smith and Wesson" because they had armed themselves like Seal Team Six, though Scully often wondered if either of them really knew how to use half the firepower they were carrying around; their trigger discipline was terrible. And it was only a matter of time before one of them screwed up and called Wheaton by the wrong name.

"What did you see?" Wheaton asked, hands in the utility belt he kept slung too low on his hips (he'd never be able to quick draw if he needed to).

"They're collecting bodies," Mulder said.

"Which bodies?" Smith asked.

"All of them," Scully said.

"Why?" Wheaton wanted to know. So did Scully.

"I doubt they're trying to make the town look nice for the next county fair," Mulder said, leaning down to re-tie his boot. He’d been complaining that the pair he was currently wearing had lousy laces that wouldn't hold a knot.

Wheaton ran a hand over his face, antsy. "We should go," he said, and Mulder and Scully couldn't help but agree.

The bodies. Why did they need the bodies? It was a question Mulder and Scully hadn't been able to answer, even now, several years later. Smith and MacDougal were dead, Rebecca and Jordan gone, and after Toronto, their merry band of survivors had dissipated like dandelion fluff in the wind.