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iprobablyshipit91 · 1 year
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iprobablyshipit91 Fic Recs
So this started as me keeping links of all my favourite Dean Winchester fics that I finally decided to share so others could hopefully find some great stories and the authors would know how much I love their work. It’s kind of grown to a very, very huge list, but I love everyone of these works, they’re amazing and deserve so much love. I hope you find something you love on here 💕
There’s a mix of fluff, angst, smut, au etc. Please make sure you read the warnings for each story on it’s own page.
Beautiful Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Dean Winchester x Reader
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Should I Stay or Should I Go by @daisythekitty
Sweet Dreams by @deanssweetheart23
Slip Up by @deanwritings
Bad Moon Rising by @hintsofhoney
Not the Planned Delivery by @lazydoodlesandfanfic
Unnamed by @lostdreamr-blog1
I’ve Got You by @spnexploration
Broken Ribs Against Fingertips by @the--blackdahlia
Motel Diablo by @waynes-multiverse
Sharing is Caring by @zepskies
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Mini Date by @avanatural
The Talk by @avanatural
And Baby Makes Four by @carryonmywaywardone-shots
Nows the Time by @crashdevlin
Down on Dean by @deanwanddamons
The Prettiest One by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
Always You and Me by @deanwinchesterswitch
Bullets and Bands by @deanwinchesterswitch
Capeesh? By @deanwritings
I Ship It by @deanwritings
It’s Okay by @deanwritings
Safe Now by @deanwritings
What We Lost by @deanwritings
Tell Me About… by @impala-dreamer
Glances by @kasimagines
It’s Okay, I Love You by @kasimagines
Poison by @kasimagines
Obeying Temptation by @kittenofdoomage
Sweet Satisfaction by @kittenofdoomage
Nannas Love Sammy by @littlegreenplasticsoldier
Something New by @princessmisery666
Date Night by @princessmisery666
I Would Never Hurt You by @procrastinatorimagines
Frayed Ends by @scuttling
Must be Love on the Brain by @sleepywinchester
Below Freezing by @soaringeag1e
Promises by @supersleepygoat
Friendzoned by @talesmaniac89
Stupid Cupid by @talesmaniac89
Crazy on You by @thoughtslikeaminefield
Different by @watermelonlipstick
Labyrinth by @waynes-multiverse
Love on the Brain by @waynes-multiverse
Gesundheit by @waynes-multiverse
Dark Waters by @wearywinchester
Above Ground by @wearywinchester
I Won’t Say (I’m in Love) by @zepppie
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The Wrong Winchester by @cherry3point14
Good Things by @crashdevlin
Baby Spoon by @deanwanddamons
Rumours by @deanwinchesterswitch
Blind Love by @jawritter
Faded by @kasimagines
Sacrifice by @kasimagines
The Last Call by @kasimagines
To Know You by @littlegreenplasticsoldier
Watch and Learn by @littlegreenplasticsoldier
Can’t Fight This Feeling by @pink-sparkly-witch
Mischief Managed (2) by @sinfulsoulx
A Few Moments of Madness | Last Time? by @smellingofpoetry
Familiar by @spnhunter4life
Dream On by @talesmaniac89
Well, Hello There Stranger by @talesmaniac89
If You Want it to Be by @zepskies
Midnight Espresso | Devour Me by @zepskies
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Clear the Area by Alisha Ashton
Many of Horror by Alisha Ashton
Closing Walls and Ticking Clocks by Alisha Ashton
In the Dark by Alisha Ashton
Comfort by @fangirlingfromdownunder
Baby, We’ve got a Problem by @deanwritings
Night Falls by @deanwritings
Captives of the Court by @impala-dreamer
Carry On by @jawritter
My Saviour by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes
Heart of a Hunter by @muchamusedaboutnothing
The Widow by @pink-sparkly-witch
The One That Got Away by @pink-sparkly-witch
Hold On I’m Coming by @ravengirl94
The Arrangement by @ravengirl94
Long Way Home by @supersleepygoat
Cross my Heart by @smol-and-grumpy
Home to You by @smol-and-grumpy
Collared by @spnexploration
Pack by @spnexploration
Limelight by @talesmaniac89
Charity Heist by @talesmaniac89
The Man in Apartment 43 by @talesmaniac89
Practically Magic by @thelibrarylesstrektraveled
Supernatural Series Rewrite: Season 1 by @waywardaardvark79
Supernatural Series Rewrite: Season 2 by @waywardaardvark79
Miscommunication by @winchest09
Don’t Say a Word by @winchester-girl67
Never Say Goodbye by @zepskies
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spnexploration · 1 year
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Collared Masterlist
This series is complete!
Pairing: Dean x Reader eventually, but it's a very slow burn!
Series summary: Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.
Warnings: big BIG warnings for descriptions of attempts at suicide. Also slavery, forced submission, and possibly some rape/non-con memories (not committed by the Winchesters). Individual chapters will carry their own warnings.
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(Image is not mine, stole it from IMDB)
Part 1
Sam and Dean find you, chained to the wall, but their rescue mission doesn't go quite to plan.
Part 2
Dean removes your collar and things do not go how he expected.
Part 3
Back at the bunker, the boys think it's safe to remove your collar.
Part 4
Dean learns about being a slave's master.
Part 5
You try to work out where Sam fits.
Part 6
The boys try to ask you more about the curse.
Part 7
You spend some time with Sam, and the boys work out what to tell you.
Part 8
Dean looks after you by himself.
Part 9
Dean apologises.
Part 10
Dean tells you he's leaving for a few days.
Part 11
Sam looks after you alone.
Part 12
You take matters into your own hands.
Part 13
You are unusually clingy this morning
Part 14
You see something the boys didn't want you to witness.
Part 15
Cas comes back.
Part 16
Sam and Dean hunting, trying to find the witch.
Part 17
Things are not going well for you.
Part 18
The fight continues.
Part 19
You get back to the bunker and everyone tries to adjust.
Part 20
You go on a shopping trip.
Part 21
Dean apologises.
Part 22
You try to confront your fears.
Part 23
Your nightmares cause issues.
Part 24
Dean deals with your admission.
Part 25
Bad news from Garth.
Part 26
Your high continues.
Part 27
The boys keep an eye on you.
Part 28
Dean tries to help you with your anger.
Part 29
Sam and Dean loosen up their protections a little.
Part 30
Dean tries to teach you to use an angel blade.
Part 31
Sam and Dean are heading off on a hunt.
Part 32
You wait in the motel room.
Part 33
The boys come back.
Part 34
The drive back to the bunker.
Part 35
Dean can't find you.
Part 36
There's an intruder in the weapons cache.
Part 37
You deal with killing Azaneth.
Part 38
You go for a run with Sam.
Part 39
You have a nightmare.
Part 40
You try sitting.
... who knows how many there'll be! This series is now complete!
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redbelles · 1 year
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If the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it.
SUPERNATURAL 1.05 Bloody Mary
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The way Dean swallowed his feelings as soon Cas told him I love you. he swallowed his will to respond back, because he recognized the point of no return if he just said: You know I love you too. Cas's happiness will have been undoubtedly real. Dean kept silence because he tried to reject or negate Cas the 12 year fuckery between them. thinking it could have ended Castiel's deal with the empty. But he swallowed his words because he wasn't able to lie to Cas when he was so vulnerably open with him... AND THE EMPTY WAS A BITCH THAT ENDED THE THING FAST BECAUSE PLOT CONTRIVANCES.
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hitmeupaep · 5 months
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i can’t wait to see the confession meme be used to announce the revival and dean and cas reunion
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annmariethrush · 6 days
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I absolutely LOVE seeing this worked into Destiel fics. Any version of Cas looking Dean right in the eyes and reading him to his core on their first meeting is SO based
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kdogreads · 1 year
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Happy Birthday, Dean
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Dean x Reader smut
Summary: It’s Dean’s birthday and you’re celebrating by doing his favorite things: drinking beer and having sex.
Warnings: 18+ only content, very little plot just smut lol, please let me know if anything needs added here
Word count: ~1300
A/N: I can’t promise I’ll keep posting content this frequently, but right now I am on a smutty roll lol. For now, please enjoy our birthday boy’s gift ;)
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Dean never wanted to make a big deal about his birthday, but you just couldn’t resist. You surprised him with some beer and snacks, and a few small wrapped gifts. A Kit Kat bar, Slim Jim, thrifted silver candlestick (to melt down into bullets), and a 5-pound bag of salt. He said he didn’t want anything but giggled like a school boy the whole time.
Sam and Eileen left the bunker shortly after the festivities concluded, adding a few gifts of their own. They were smart enough to know you two wanted some alone time.
As soon as the door shut, Dean walked over to you, took your beer out of your hand to set it down, and planted a warm, hungry kiss on your lips. You smiled into his mouth.
“Happy birthday to you,” You began while you worked on the buttons of his shirt. Dean’s eager hands grabbing your hips.
“Happy birthday to you,” You slid his shirt down his shoulders while he slid his hands under your own and pulled it quickly over your head.
“Happy birthday dear Dean,” He made quick work of the clasp on your bra and discarded the thin garment to the floor, pushing you up against the large table in the library. His rough hands lifting you easily to sit on the cool, wooden surface, pausing only to squeeze your round ass.
His hands moved to your breasts while he exhaled a sharp breath, cupping them and kneading them in his large hands. You crashed your lips to his and tugged the waistband of his jeans.
Moving frantically and sloppily you undid the button and unzipped the fly, shoving his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion. Dean followed suit and undid your jeans in record speed, his lips never leaving yours, and lifted you slightly with one strong arm so you could slide your pants and panties off and onto the floor.
Your folds were already dripping in anticipation, wanting Dean inside you filling your walls with his rock-hard cock. No other man could make you so desperately horny and wet without even touching you. The looks he gave you and dirty thoughts he whispered into your ear throughout the whole party had you biting your lip to keep from crying out all night.
Dean grabbed your hips and pulled you to him, his hard cock rubbing against your already throbbing clit. His hot breath danced down your neck and you threw your head back in ecstasy as he nibbled on the soft spot just above your collarbone.
He lined himself up with your entrance, one hand guiding it into your core and the other tangled in your flowing y/h/c hair. Your hands grabbing at his shoulders and the short hairs at the base of his neck.
He slowly slid himself into you, filling your wet center with his large member. He moved so slowly your body started aching for more of him. You gasped and let out a low moan as his hips met the inside of your thighs. A deep groan escaped from Dean’s throat.
“Happy birthday to you,” You sighed out as he pulled himself almost all the way out, leaving only his throbbing tip inside. You met his emerald gaze and dropped a hand to brace yourself on the table.
“Happy birthday to me, indeed,” Dean hissed as he slammed back into you. You inhaled sharply as the force of his hardness made your warm walls shutter.
He began thrusting in and out of you strong and steady. His arm held onto your waist so he could keep pounding into you while the other yanked on your hair, tugging your head back with it.
He sucked and kissed your neck leaving little red marks and pulling rhythmic moans out of your throat.
Dean let you out of his strong grip and pushed your stomach back until your back was flush with the table. He threw your legs over his shoulders before looping his arms around them to grab on both hips with a strong, powerful grip.
This was your favorite way to take him and he knew it. The new position made him fill you in an almost unbearable way. With each thrust he slammed into your sweet spot making you see stars and feel your walls begin clenching around him.
Within seconds you felt the white hotness of the most intense orgasm take over your senses. Dean smiled a wicked smile and began circling your clit with his thumb, never breaking his demanding pace. You shook in his grasp and rode the waves of pleasure through each thrust before coming back down and gathering your senses again.
“Fuck, Dean,” You finally breathed out, “God you fuck me so good.”
Dean let out a primal grunt in response and grabbed your right leg, sliding it back down to rest on the table so he could have easier access to your clit.
He continued plowing roughly into you, smiling as he watched your face twitch in intense pleasure.
“Cum for me, daddy, please,” you begged, wanting to feel Dean’s warm liquid spill out inside of you.
“Fuck,” Dean grunted, “Gladly, baby. But not yet.”
You dropped your head to the table while Dean worked eagerly on your clit. He circled it with his fingers and moved you in all the right directions.
“Dean,” you moaned, “Dean please I can’t- I’m s-so close.” You had barely recovered from the first one before you felt your walls tighten again, another wave of pleasure coursing through your veins.
You let out a loud moan and yelled Dean’s name over and over until the spasms inside you finally slowed down. He fucked you through the waves and dragged your intense pleasure out as long as he could. You could barely tell which way was up by the time your fingers stopped clawing into Dean’s strong forearms, and you let out a raspy, “Fuck.”
“That’s my good girl,” Dean cooed into your ear, pulling you up from the table and holding you close to him, “Such a good girl cumming all over daddy’s dick.” Still thrusting himself into you, just slower and more methodically.
You tangled his hair in your hand and ran the other down his back, scratching him with your nails the whole way down.
“Please, daddy. Please cum inside me,” You breathed into his ear, “Fill me up, daddy, please.”
Dean’s pace wavered for the first time as you felt his muscles tense up. He growled into your neck and let out a string of curse words. He tightened his grip around your waist as you felt him spill out inside you, filling your walls with his sticky warmth. You gasped into his ear as the new sensation sent shivers up your spine.
“Fuck, y/n,” He hissed, “God I love your tight pussy, baby” He kept thrusting into you, slowly tapering his pace, trying to ride every wave of pleasure he could deep inside you.
You sighed as he slid himself out of your sore, throbbing folds. His eyes met yours and he pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss. He held you tight as if he wanted to savor every single moment his skin felt yours.
You smiled contently as Dean grabbed his discarded t-shirt to clean you both up and plant another warm kiss on your lips.
“Happy birthday, Dean,” You whispered into his mouth, a smile creeping onto your face
“God, I love birthdays,” Dean exhaled and smiled.
“But you’re supposed to let me take care of you on your birthday!” You responded in protest, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
“We’ve got all night for that, baby,” Dean bit playfully at your neck and you let out a squeal in surrender.
Dean stepped back and extended his hand to help you off the table. It took a moment before you regained your balance.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” you told Dean before turning in the direction of the bathroom. You kissed his lips one more time and squeezed his arm.
“I’ll meet you there, sweetheart,” Dean responded with a wink. You laughed lightly and headed on your way.
It was going to be a long night and you couldn’t wait.
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lucasbarr · 11 months
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ziigee · 3 months
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Happiness is seeing Misha Collins in the opening credits even if he is there for 2 scenes.
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I mean look at him. 💙
Makes the show so much more palatable.
And then we have moments like these
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No other show or ships can fill the void like they do.
If it wasn't for this platform, i would have found a crossroad and kissed a demon by now.
How are you guys coping?
Are you in constant fever dream too?
I close my eyes and i see them. Sometimes Jenmish and other times Destiel.
What sorcery is this? How can 2 confused men have that effect on soooo many people? And the real life shenanigans that i keep seeing everwhere. WTF? How is anyone productive or functioning? I have become a drooling mess after coming down this rabbit hole after few years break.
I have never been a fan of a show or people or characters. I mean, yeah, some have been memorable, fondness there or some relatable characters but these guys. C'mon.
Holyfuck
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staffs-secret-blog · 1 year
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Why do we hate John Winchester for literally being a Vietnam war vet with just heaps of trauma on top of his trauma with trauma sauce, who didn't do a great job as a dad for sure. Still he did the best he could with the cards he was dealt.... yet we forgive Sam who literally went to Stanford and spent 15 seasons bitching and moaning about how life's not fair. To his brother who literally spent what felt like lifetimes being tortured in hell to save his sorry ass, lost everyone he ever loved, had a shot at the family of his dreams and had to give it up to keep them safe, AND kept a good attitude about the whole thing?
Honestly? Fuck Sam Winchester right in the bellybutton.
Leave me alone why did you send me this
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secondhandroad · 3 days
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sam and dean have a compulsive need to have secrets up their sleeves at all times because what other explanation is there for why they are STILL doing that like thirteen seasons in. they just wanna feel like special little boys who know something you don't know. really this is the only explanation for why they haven't informed the general public about monsters yet.
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spnexploration · 7 months
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Collared part 40
The final one!
Pairing: Dean x Reader eventually finally
Series summary: Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.
Episode summary: You try sitting
Warnings: None
A/N: You guys!! I can't believe we're at the end! This is my first series and it took me 40 chapters to get there, but we're finally there!
Word count: 1.5k
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Part 39 <-
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Sam watched you staring at the dining table chairs. He’d come up behind you and you hadn’t seemed to notice him yet. He didn’t want to interrupt your moment, but he was worried if he tried to back away you’d hear and it’d make it even more awkward.
You sighed and then started to head to the collection of cushions on the floor.
“You know,” he said gently, trying not to startle you, “you don’t have to start with the hardest thing first.”
“Huh?”
“Chairs seem like they have a lot of baggage. You were literally tortured by the collar when Dean tried to get you to sit on one, and I’m sure there was worse. But what if you start with something that doesn’t have that association?”
“Like what?”
“I dunno, the kitchen bench, the table itself, the top of the step ladder?”
You turned to look at the bench. You seemed to contemplate it for a few moments before heading over to over to it. You ran your hands along it.
“This could work,” you murmured. You turned around, putting the heels of your hand on the edge of the bench. You looked like you were testing your weight on your wrists, deciding whether to lift up. He would offer to lift you, but he had a feeling this was something you’d want to do by yourself.
He turned to the pantry, busying himself so you didn’t feel like he was staring. He heard a noise behind him and had to force himself not to turn around. You didn’t sound hurt, you didn’t need him. You needed privacy.
He gave it a minute or so before he turned back to you. There you were, sitting on the bench. You looked a little apprehensive but not too bad. He smiled at you then continued busying himself getting breakfast ready.
He heard Dean’s footsteps enter the kitchen. “Wa-hey Bambi! You’re airborne again!”
Sam watched your whole face light up at Dean’s joke. It was adorable how you two acted with each other when you weren’t freaking out about the other one’s reactions.
Dean headed over to you, leaning against the bench next to you. Sam took that cue to busy himself again, although he was running out of things to do to get breakfast given he was just getting out cereal. He could still hear the conversation, but at least he didn’t look like he was intruding.
“How you feeling?” Dean asked.
“I mean, it’s not quite comfortable, you know? But it’s not that bad. It’s kinda nice being up high too.”
“Yeah, you almost made it to a sensible height.” Sam could hear Dean’s voice turn to teasing you.
“Oh? Is only your height sensible, is it?”
“Of course!”
“Sam, you got an opinion on that?” you called to him.
Sam turned around, glad he didn’t have to keep pretending he was getting out cutlery. “Hey, hey, I support people of all statures. I’ve never been to jail for a hate crime against little people.”
You looked at Dean, shocked but still smiling.
“Oi! That was not a hate crime!” Dean replied indignantly. “I was trying to tell you that the problem was fairies.”
You giggled. “You fought fairies?”
“Yeah, look, just because things have a cute name doesn’t mean they’re not problematic.”
“And you solved that by going to jail?”
“What? No. Look, whose side are you on?”
“Anyone who’s against you, obviously!” You stuck your tongue out at Dean. The flirting was really reaching fever pitch now, Sam thought.
“Sassy Bambi has come out today, I see.”
“Aww, did Sassy Bambi hurt Ickle Dean’s feelings?”
Sam was very torn. On the one hand, he wanted you two to get together, if that’s what you both wanted. On the other, he didn’t really want to be incredibly awkwardly third-wheeling your first hook-up while holding cereal.
“So, uh, breakfast?” Sam said, holding up the cereal and spoons. You two could recreate the moment. Alone.
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“You ok?” Sam asked Dean quietly when they were alone.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“You literally woke me up because you were terrified you’d scared Y/N.”
“Oh, uh, yeah. All good.”
“So we’re not going to have any more ‘Missing woman found in own bedroom’ moments?”
“Shut up, bitch.”
“Just checking...”
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Dean walked in to the library to find you sitting on the table, looking at the phone Sam had gotten you yesterday. “Heya Bambi,” he said.
“Hi Squirrel.”
He raised his eyebrow, fixing you with a glare.
You laughed.
“What you up to?” you asked after a moment, turning the conversation.
“I was thinking of looking for a case. One we, umm, could take you to, but only if you promise to stay in the motel. Or you can stay here, if you want.”
You turned your head on the side, looking quizzically at him. “You have changed, haven’t you?”
“Huh?”
“Maybe I mean ‘you listened’, rather than changed.”
“Sweetheart, you gotta be less pensive if you want the rest of the class to follow you.”
“I just- I’m happy. I said I didn’t want to be treated like I was fragile, and you’re finally not. Well, in your own overprotective way.”
He scratched his neck, awkward. “Umm, yeah. Ok. So, do you wanna help look...?”
“Can we go practice some moves first?”
“If you’re not ready, we can wait.”
“No, I’m ready. I just want to remind myself that I can do this before we do.”
“And getting to hit me reminds you of that, does it?” he said with a smirk.
“Oh, I mean, that’s absolutely a side benefit. Hell, that’s the whole goal some days.”
He put on his best bitch face. You playfully clapped your hand on his chest as you jumped off the table.
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“Is it easier?” Dean asked you.
“Is what easier?”
“Sitting on the bench.” He gestured to where you were perched, watching him cook.
“Umm, I think so. The chair is just...” You trailed off.
“Too much?”
“Yeah.”
“Fair enough.”
Dean kept cooking, not noticing you staring at your fingers.
“Sometimes I worry I won’t ever be normal,” you said quietly.
He turned to you. “Sweetheart, you’ve been sitting on furniture for one day. You’ve been healing and making huge progress.” He reached forward and cupped your cheek. “And yeah, maybe you won’t. Sammy and I have been through some shit and we’re not the same, we’re not normal. But we’re ok.”
“If I’m not normal, how am I going to leave?”
He froze, “Do you- do you want to leave?” He dropped his hand.
“Don’t you want your freedom back? I appreciate you’re willing to take me to a case to stay in a motel, but I’m sure eventually that’ll be annoying or unsuitable.”
“Logistics is not a reason to leave,” he said in a choked voice.
A small smile appeared on your face. He breathed again, a small glimmer of hope igniting within. “Do you... Do you want me to stay?” you asked in a very small voice.
“If you wa-” he started, then noticed your face falling. He steeled himself, if he didn’t take this moment you would be gone forever. “I mean- yes, Bambi, I want you to stay.”
“You’re not just saying that to be nice?”
“I was telling you it was your choice to be nice. What I want...” he moved closer again. “What I want is-”
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Dean span. Fuck, the smoke alarm was going off, he’d burnt dinner. He quickly crossed to the pan, turning off the burner and trying to deal with the mess. He could see you’d jumped off the bench behind him and we’re trying to fan the smoke away, and Sam came running in to help.
Later, when it was over, Sam turned to Dean. “What were you doing? Not like you to be so distracted.”
“I, uh-” Dean started.
“It’s my fault, I was distracting him,” you answered.
Sam smirked. “Well, maybe I’ll leave you two to the clean up then.”
“Yeah, sure, Sammy, we’ll clean it all up. Might be eggs on toast for dinner though.”
Sam nodded and headed out, a grin on his face. Dean didn’t have time to wonder about that as he turned back to find you biting your lip and looking up at him.
“Where were we?” he asked you playfully.
“Well, I was over here,” you said moving towards the bench. Dean reached forward and lifted you up, sitting you on top of the bench. You giggled.
“And I think I was here,” he said, moving closer.
You spread your legs a little and pulled him to stand between them. “I think this is a better place, don’t you?”
“Certainly has some advantages. And as I’ve said before, I like what your newfound bench sitting does for your height.” He reached his hand to cup your face again.
“Oh? Does that present some advantages too?”
“Can certainly think of some uses.” He leaned forward, watching your reactions. You were smiling and leaning forward.
He bent down slightly and kissed you.
Finally.
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redbelles · 1 year
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Well listen, smart ass, she had an inverted cross hanging on her wall.
SUPERNATURAL 1.18 Something Wicked
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wrenwinchester · 20 days
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When Lucifer killed Cas, and Mary sacrificed herself for her Sam and Dean, both of them were heartbroken.
Sam reacted how Cas would have wanted him to (he wanted Jack to get a chance to save the world), Dean reacted how Dean always reacts, emotionally and defensively.
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starstiels · 5 months
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thinking about sam and cas trying to free dean from michael and jack telling cas that if dean can't be saved then they need to accept that they'll have to kill him.
he tells cas.. who is dean's savior, who raised him from hell, who immediately clocked that dean doesn't think he deserves to be saved. who, time and time again, has dropped everything to save him. to prove to him that he does deserve to saved.
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tiarnanabhfainni · 2 years
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- CP Cavafy
made this a million year’s late for @suncaptor ‘s milestone event for the theme of liminality (even though i think it can probably fit in at least one other prompt)
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