#demon dean is so hot

[collarbjt]

SPN 1004

Whump Dean is so …… wow, just , WOW

Demon Dean, STOP BEAUTIFUL!!!! Wow this demon is sooooo demonic charming!!!!! That shadows on his face… makes the scene just like a masterpiece wow…seriously, what a pretty face!

Well Dean’s right at some point, Sam without Dean is really scary, and the line of conscience is blurred. It reminds me about ‘mystery spot’ episode.

Ohhhh Crowley why are you reminiscing about Dean so fondly??😂 you’re sooooo ex-ish🤣

That beautiful mouth spits a lot of bad words, heyyy!! You’re babysitting your brother that’s right, but you know the part of you is lonely so it’s essential for yourself too, like many other angels AND demons told ya, beautie.

Sam: We don’t get to quit, this family is never quit. -he’s so right. Go ahead Sammy!!! Just leave the s9’s yourself behind!!!

Why all demons talk about Dean as if he’s Crowley’s ..a…mistress? What, a boytoy? Isn’t that Wording is kind of off…?? Nobody’s curious in hell? LoL

Cas is in danger now, but from now on most of them are Karma. Too many angels are died…

Sammy’s looking at his family photos…I’m crying😭

Crowley, you’re so boring about your demonic life, aren’t you? That's the only thing that explains why you're poking around everywhere. Now he saved Castiel, what a mess. Aha Crowley you ARE SENTIMENTAL Hey you 🤭🤭🤭🤭😂

Ohhh Dean is a horror, wow

What did I saw now??? I forgot breathing It’s a horror movie and Shining 😱 Sammy’s puppy eyes make me so sad, Dean you’re so near to killed your little brooooooo thx Cas, thxxxxsomuch

Dean’s back!!!!! I’m so happy, but hey,…. I’ll miss demon Dean’s beauty🫠🙏

Dean : Does he wanna divorce? Lol don’t be silly, you auys never gotta divorced🤣

Ending is a ginger girl, classic music, and two corpses. Curious about her

[bloodfreak-boyking]

so like are they about to make out here or am i fucking crazy

[deansraspberrypie]

❤️‍🔥🎄 Happy New Year 2024 🎁🎄

[quietwingsinthesky]

Trans Boy King Sam is very funny. Demons will do possession, torture, murder, all that jazz, and brag about it, but transphobia? Absolutely not. Not in their Hell.

Sure, Azazel will throw Sam into a demon blood hunger games, but he’ll use the right pronouns for him the whole time. He’s not a monster.

[thegirlwithwinchesters]

We def should talk about demon!Dean more often, bc he was so good

[garbagequeer]

dash simulator:

[prettyflyshyguy]

SPN keeps killing off the most engaging characters RIGHT after they make them engaging too >:(

RIP Victor Henrikson you were such a real one you could have done amazing things as a fallen from grace FBI agent now turned rogue hunter

[amonsterwithacookie]

MICHAEL!DEAN. IS. SO. FLIPPING. HOT. AHHHSHWOBEKENDDJ

[randomlonelytorment]

My comfort character is just all red flags honestly.

[musclesandhammering]

Spn season 4 au where most stuff is the same, but Cas is in her 1901 female vessel the whole time, and she realises from the beginning that Sam and Dean think she’s a demon so she just rolls with that and pretends to be one for like the whole season. Also, she hates Dean right off the bat and is only associating with him begrudgingly (he prob makes some gross sexual comment to her on first meeting and that’s what did it idk).

[casdeans-pie]

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Cas makes his way into the kitchen after Dean hears him apologise and make an excuse to leave the table. His gaze flicks to Dean’s shoulder as he walks into the room, in a familiar gesture that’s so quick Dean’s sure he’s seen him do that before and just dismissed it.

“Dean?” Cas says with concern, eyebrows scrunching together endearingly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, but you mind telling me what’s up with this?” Dean gestures at where the handprint should be – which to him still looks like normal skin.

For a moment Cas says nothing. His eyebrows scrunch impossibly closer. He takes a longer look at Dean’s shoulder, then straightens up, clears his throat and says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” in a stilted monotone that would fool absolutely nobody.

“Oh come on! You’re a terrible liar, I know that you can see there’s a handprint.”

Cas sighs. “Yes. There is.”

“What the hell, Cas? When were you going to tell me about the friggin’ mood ring on my shoulder?”

“Mood ring?”

“Patience said it was glowing brighter than ever and I guess I was feeling really happy and uh-”

The corners of Cas’s lips twitch up into a smile. “It was glowing that brightly?”

“Hey, nope, not the important thing right now,” Dean says, heat crawling up the back of his neck remembering why he’d been so happy. He gestures back at his incredibly normal looking skin. “Who else can see this?”

“Psychics like Patience…” Cas begins, a little hesitantly, “and other Angels.”

“Okay, this is starting to make sense ‘cause they’ve always looked at my shoulder funny.”

“And Demons,” Cas continues quietly.

“Wait, are you kidding?”

“And probably ghosts. Though I’ve never asked one.”

Dean takes a deep breath. “Okay. That’s great. Everyone but me can see my sparkly my little pony cutie mark-”

“I don’t understand what ponies have to do with any of this.”

Dean smiles before he can help it and Cas’s eyes flick back to his shoulder. Dean grabs at the skin there, but he still can’t see anything different. “Seriously? Just from you doing your,” he lowers his voice when he mimics, “‘I don’t understand that reference’ bit?”

Cas turns his head away, but Dean can see the crinkles at the corners of his eyes from the smile he’s trying to hide.

Dean sighs, knowing the warmth in his chest will only be making the mark glow even brighter. Damn it. “And it's always been like this?”

Cas turns back to him, the smile gone. “I healed the physical scar as soon as I could, but that mark was made on your soul. The glowing print it left behind can’t be healed away,” he says softly, “I’m sorry, Dean.”

“Figures.”

“When I made it… it was the only way I could bring your soul back with me.” Cas’s shoulders tense in that way that means there’s more, he just doesn’t want to say it.

Dean catches on. “Wait… it means something, doesn’t it? What does it mean?”

Cas holds his gaze but says nothing, lips pressed into a thin line.

“Cas? C’mon man, what does it mean?”

Cas closes the short distance between them (Dean hadn’t even noticed they’d been standing so close) and gently lays a hand onto the skin of his shoulder, over where the handprint would be if Dean could see it. He gasps when a hot jolt of something electric shoots straight through him and leaves his entire body tingling.

Cas finally says, “It means you’re mine.”

[clairenatural]

Dean doesn't like the word "boyfriend." He decides this the second time Cas says it–the first time it was new, shiny, exciting. The second time, he fights the urge to cringe.

It's not the "boy" part. It's not. It would have been, for a long time, but he's dug all that shit up and unpacked all the suitcases. They hold hands in public. They kiss goodbye in front of his coworkers at the garage.

It's just–not enough. Not nearly. Jack comes home from hanging out with his friends and fills Dean on the gossip and his boyfriend and her girlfriend and–that's not them. "Boyfriend" feels like a cheap mockery. Like how demons used to tease.

He's heard "partner." He's heard it from Sam, to Eileen, but he doesn't know how he can stomach it. He's said that word too many times. I'm Agent Tyler and this is my partner, Agent Perry. This is my partner, Agent Page. My partner, Agent Stills. All lies. Sam says he likes it, that he's making it mean something real. Besides, Eileen loves it.

Good for them, Dean thinks. It makes his skin crawl.

So he sticks with “boyfriend” and he shrugs off the funny urge to protest every time Cas says it. It makes him happy, and honestly, it’s not like he has an alternative.

It’s a Sunday when he realizes that somehow, Cas does. They’re at the farmer’s market, like Cas is every weekend, but Dean had picked up weekend shifts and missed the past few. Cas is excited the whole way there, telling Dean about how he’d manage to befriend the local honey vendor in his absence, how she’d invited him to a beginner’s apiarist group she helps run. They beeline (heh) to the honey booth as soon as they get there, and the woman--Judith? Janice?--smiles up at them both, hands Cas a jar of honey like she’d been expecting him, and says “Oh, this must be the husband! I’ve heard so much about you.”

Dean stares at Cas. Cas stares at the honey. Judith/Janice stares at both of them, smile fading as the silence goes on a beat too long. 

Dean clears his throat. “Uh, yeah. The husband, that’s me! Ha ha.” Beside him, Cas relaxes, just barely. In front of him, the woman breathes an audible sigh of relief. “Sorry,” Dean shifts. “Just didn’t, um. Realize I was such a hot topic.” 

The smile he gets is almost sympathetic. “Oh, only good things. Here,” she hands him a business card. “You should also come out to our meeting on Wednesday. Lots of people bring their partners.” She leans in, almost conspiratorial. “Beekeeping can be wonderful for couples.”

It’s at this point that Cas clears his throat and finally looks up from the honey in his hand, evidently giving up hope on escaping this conversation. “Thank you, Janet.” (oh. Janet.) “Dean works late on Wednesdays, but I’m very excited to see you all.” He’s pulling out money as he says this, apparently deciding to just go ahead and end the entire interaction. He hands her the bills, grabs Dean’s hand, and is already moving away from the booth by the time Janet calls “See you Wednesday!” after them.

Cas drags him all the way back to the car without stopping for tomatoes, or Sam's carrots, or the free-range eggs that are way too expensive but Cas buys anyway because you can taste when the hen is well cared-for, Dean (whatever that means). They slide into the car, still not talking, and sit in silence for several long seconds. Dean stares at Cas, who stares out the windshield at the parking lot.

"I can explain," Cas speaks, finally, right as Dean was about to open his mouth and say anything to break the silence.

Dean pauses. Can you? Cause I feel like I missed a few chapters, he thinks.

"I don't work late on Wednesdays," he says instead.

"Oh." Now it's Cas staring at Dean, and Dean staring out at the asphalt.

He turns the keys. He drives them home.

Later, making dinner, Dean rolls the word around in his head. Husband. He's making his husband pasta (It's missing the tomatoes. He's made more with less).

Husband doesn't feel like a costume, like an ill-fitting suit and scratchy tie. It doesn't feel like high school gossip, or a monster trying to hit him where it hurts. It settles in warm in his chest.

It's just the two of them that night, and they're eating in the comfortable silence of the bunker until Dean clears his throat and brings it up. "Why does Janet at the farmer's market think we're married?"

Cas pauses, fork of pasta halfway to his mouth. He puts the fork down and takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not mad," Dean hurries to clarify. "It's just that there's usually, uh. Steps, you know. Like a whole....thing."

"I'm aware." Cas sighs. "She assumed, seeing us around - the first time I spoke to her without you, she asked where my husband was. And I..."

"You didn't correct her?"

"...No. I, um." Cas is looking down at his plate again. He picks up the fork, still half-full of pasta, then puts it back down again. "I didn't want to?" He says the end of the sentence like a question but looks back up at Dean and squints just a bit, and Dean knows he's watching for a reaction.

"Uh huh."

"It felt trivial."

"To tell her we're not married?"

"To call you my boyfriend." For the first time, he stumbles over the word.

Dean blinks. "You--" he stops, brain processing too much information to finish that sentence. "Okay." He leans back in his chair. Sighs. Rubs a hand across his eyes and lets it drag down his face. "Okay, listen. I don't like boyfriend either, but we gotta...talk about it."

"We are talking about it. You don't like it either?" Cas leans forward as Dean slumps back, following him across the table.

Dean snorts. "No, man." He shakes his head. "It's been a decade. I've seen you die." Six times. But who's counting.

"I agree." Cas pauses, and then, as if it's the most natural conclusion in the world, "Will you marry me?"

Dean actually laughs at this. "You're asking me that now?"

Cas quirks an eyebrow at him. "I've grown quite fond of calling you my husband at the farmer's market. I'd like to continue."

Dean stares at him in disbelief. It's not how he'd pictured it going, but he also can't think of it going any other way. Slowly, he nods. "Yeah, okay. Let's be husbands."

Across the table, Cas grins at him.

"But we're getting rings," Dean points a finger at him, because something about this is going to be normal.

"If you'd like. Although I already told Janet that you can't wear a ring because of your work at the garage, and I don't wear mine in solidarity."

"Rings," Dean insists, and decides to overlook the rest of that sentence. For now. He stabs his fork into a pile of the pasta. "And let me stop for the damn tomatoes next time."

They get rings and wear them on chains around their necks. Cas puts a beehive on the hill, and there's a small ceremony in the summer - a "vow renewal" to Cas' beekeeping group, who all receive invites attached to little jars of honey. Janet gets the nicest one.

[prentissluvr]

some other time — sam winchester

cw : gn!reader, fluff, reader sits in sam's lap, he holds their waist/stomach, mentions of demons, poor editing ofc, 1.1K words. requested !

prompt : one having to sit in the other’s lap when space is tight and them both blushing like crazy over it.

being able to steal a car is a very helpful skill to have when you’re being chased by several demons and too far from your normal ride to make it away. you just can’t help but wish that dean could have picked a better car, if only to spare your sanity.

dean, ahead of you both, yells through the driver's side window as you approach at full speed. “in the back! front’s full of shit!”

sam skids to a stop at the back door of the small car, yanking the door open and swiftly climbing in with you right behind him. you expect him to keep sliding down to make room for you, but when you finally register the state of the car, you realize that the back is full of bulky boxes, the same as the front seat. only the seat that sam takes up is clear. you hesitate for a split second, but sam takes your hand urgently. you’re still in danger. the three of you managed to off a few of the demons, but there was something strange going on, and there were far too many to deal with for the moment.

“c’mon,” sam urges. with that, you pile in right after him, barely all the way in the car when dean gets the engine to start and begins driving away. you let out a surprised yelp when the car lurches forward, and you lose any semblance of balance. your legs were already draped across his, but the rest of you slams right into his chest from the change in velocity. still tilted towards the middle of the car, you almost hit your head against the box right in front of you, but sam’s quick reflexes keep you from getting hurt with his hands on your hip and shoulder. he helps you settle onto his laps as you huff out a laugh that’s half frustrated, half flustered.

“thanks,” you mumble, trying to sound as casual as possible as you feel his strong thighs under your own.

“you okay?” he asks, his hands leaving your hips, then hovering in the air as he realizes that there’s just about nowhere else to put them. the space is completely cramped; the car itself is small, and the added boxes piled up on the seats press against sam’s shoulder and push him into the car door that he barely managed to close in the whirlwind of getting into the car and out of danger. 

“i’m fine,” you confirm, nodding your head. you look down at his hovering hands and smile at them, at how sweet and respectful he is. but your gaze flies up along with your hands to grip the seat in front of you to stop you from falling off of sam’s lap as dean takes a hard turn. in that same moment, sam’s hands firmly reattach themselves to your waist to hold you steady. you laugh nervously again, rolling your eyes at dean’s driving, but choosing not to scold him since he’s busy trying to get you safely away from this nasty group of demons.

“looks like you’ll have to be my human seatbelt,” you joke to sam, barely tilting your head to smile at him and catch his eye. if you turn to fully look at him, you think you’re likely to die. his face is so close to yours, his hands so big on your waist, and his thighs even bigger under you. your face is hot and your expression is likely much more flustered than you’re normally able to cover up. so, you quickly avert your eyes and keep your gaze fixed in front of you.

sam’s having similar problems, both glad that you’re not facing him and mourning the loss of your face turned to his while you’re so close. in the end, this is better so that you can’t see the blush on his face or the way his jaw clenches every time the car jolts or bounces in any way. having you settled on his lap in a moving car, pulled all the way to him so that your back is against his chest, does not help with his raging crush on you.

he can’t even give a proper answer to your half-joking comment, and just gently squeezes your sides to show you that he’ll keep you steady. just as you intended, he takes your words as full consent to leave his hands on you.

of course, this action is entirely ruinous for you, and you hope that he doesn’t notice the way you gasp at the pressure of his big hands on your waist.

after a minute of stillness and dean’s teasing eyes on you through the rearview mirror, you think you might be safe as you get a little more used to the sensation. naturally, you’re still flustered out of your mind and wishing desperately that you could sit in sam’s lap for no reason at all, whenever you like.

but as sam’s arm grows uncomfortable in its position pinned against the boxes beside you, his hand starts to shift from your side to your stomach. he feels you stiffen under his hand, and quickly retracts his hand.

“sorry,” he whispers, afraid that he’s made you uncomfortable.

but you look down and really survey the position his arm is. his elbow, wrist, and shoulder are all pressed into an awkward angle, just to be sure that he’s not touching you anywhere but the place you seemed most comfortable with. “it’s okay,” you rush to assure him, and without thinking, you grab his hand and wrap his whole arm around right around your middle, effectively putting it in the most comfortable position. “that better?” you ask softly, voice a little breathy as you register what you’ve done. you’re not helping yourself. or maybe you are. you can’t really tell, because it’s sort of hard to breathe with his muscled forearm pressed up against your stomach.

“yeah,” he breathes out, “as long as you’re okay with it.”

“of course,” you assure, nodding for a moment. “i don’t mind at all.”

he seems to soften at that, and he holds you with more surety. i don’t mind at all. over and over again, he replays those words in his mind, thinking about the soft tone you used, all of the sincerity that you made clear and easy to pick up on, and the way that you relax into his touch.

he can imagine you like this some other time. you in his lap because you want to be there, and his chin perched on your shoulder. he’d nuzzle his nose into the side of your neck, and he’s sure that it would make you giggle a little. what he wouldn’t give to have that. he’d rub his thumbs over your sides in a soft pattern, and you’d lean all the way into him when he kissed your jaw. god, he wants you. he wants you more than anything.

[quietwingsinthesky]

if i ever say anything mean or anything that sounds like character crit of the spn characters, please mentally append “and that’s why i love them” to the end of it because i promise you, whatever terrible thing im saying they did, i enjoyed it immensely and wish they did it more

[taylormarieee]

Wanna make out in the backseat of my brothers car? Sam Winchester

Summary: You and Sam planned on just making out but what happens when it leads to more...

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 932

Warnings: PiV sex, Clit rubbing, sensitivity, overstimulation, Kissing, hair pulling kink, praise kink, Sam being an absolute slut, established relationship, Car sex, Dom!Reader, Switch!Sam, Creampie

A/N: Strictly written for my wife @dollyfl1rt for you babygirl

You have been dating Sam Winchester ever since his last girlfriend died. You took it slow and let him grieve.

You two were like peas in a pod. Always together, laughing, hunting. It was always hard to go on dates considering the circumstances of a Supernatural crime happening all over the world.

Demons, shapeshifters, wendigos, and vampires. It was so much for you yet so exciting and exhilerating.

Tonight you and Sam went out for a little night drive in Deans car. You had to negotiate a plan with him.

Granted it took like two hours of begging, you made him crack. Now here you two were sitting on a hill in front of the city.

"God, it's so pretty, don't ya think Sammy?" You ask, staring and admiring the stars.

"Yea, it is. But not as pretty as you" He says with a shit eating grin on his cute features.

"You are so corny you know that." You say laughing in between sentences.

"Yea, I know." He says laughing with you as he rubs your thigh. "One of the many things I like about you." You compliment.

"He smirks and turns his head towards you shuffling his hand higher up your thigh.

"What other things do you like about me?" He asks. You turn to him and smile.

"I love your hair and how soft it is, I love your face, I love your jawline, and I love your lips and how soft they a-are."

You notice him getting closer and his hand going higher until there under your mini skirt.

His face gets closer until your noses are touching. "You wanna feel how soft they are?" He whispers to you.

He watches you squirm in your seat and you whimper. You frantically nod your head and he grabs your neck and smashes his lips on yours.

You moan in to the kiss and he stars rubbing your clit through your panties. You squirm and whimper at his warm touch on your soaking wet pussy.

"Y-You like that baby?" He whispers into your mouth. You nod and whimper out a 'yes'.

He loved watching you squirm whenever he touched you like this. All in your areas and making you all hot and flustered.

"Sam please, please I need you." You moan out, "I can't sweets, it's my brothers car, He'll kill us."

"Sam I don't really care, we won't have another time. Please Sammy.”

He stares at your glossy eyes and finally gives in. “Ok but this is the first and last time baby, we say nothing to him.”

You nod your head frantically as a silent promise and he grabs your hips dragging you over to him.

You grab his face once your settled on his lap and he reclines the seat as you place your soft lips on his.

He is the one to moan into the kiss now. You begin to grind on him in a slow motion and he groans squeezing the flesh at your hip.

You take of your shirt leaving you in your black bra. He skillfully slides his cold hands to your back and in clips your bra.

You tough on Sam’s hair and he moans. You keep tugging on his hair and he continues to moan out grasping your ass.

You start to grind faster on the rough denim of his jeans. You tug on the hem of his shirt so he could take it off.

He takes his shirt off and unbuckles his jeans and pulls the down far enough to let out his cock.

His boxers are being tugged off by you and you both are rushing so eager to touch and feel each other.

You pump his cock and Sam let’s out the sluttiest moan known to man.

You moan as you slide down on his length. He fills you up so nice.

You begin to bounce on his cock, your breast bouncing all in Sam’s face.

He begins playing with your tits and throws his head back when you roll your hips in a type of way.

“Fuck you feel so good! You fill me up so nice Sammy.” You whimper out.

“You gonna cum inside me Sammy? Please cum all inside me sam.” You whimper out.

“Shit. Holy~f-fuck, I’m gonna cum baby.” He moans out. You roll your hips, grinding on him nice and fast.

You bounce on him non-stop until you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

You feel him shoot his warm seed inside of you nice and deep inside your velvety walls.

“oh f-fuck baby.” He moans out. You continue to bounce on him after his orgasm not letting up and he begins to squirm.

“baby! Ahh~ it’s t-to much!” He whimpers out. You roll your hips on him and finally stop.

He then begins to ram into your tight pussy from below you.

“Cum for me now baby! Come one you can do it sweetheart. So wet for me.”

You whine at his praise and hide your head in his neck and whine incoherent nonsense.

You chant Sam’s name like a prayer. You feel your orgasm approaching and he chuckles.

“Let go mama, let go all on my cock.” He whispers. You moan his name and cum all on his cock.

You shake at the feeling of your pleasure coursing through you.

When you finally catch your breath you look around and notice deans car windows are all fogged up.

“Remember baby, not a word about this, okay?” He asks once again.

“Yea. Yea I know.” You say smiling before kissing him once again.

Taglist: @itzdarling @dollyfl1rt

[majordemonblockparty]

sam and dean at 9 and 13 making a blood pact (as kids whose parents do not put the fear of god as regards communicable diseases and bloodborne pathogens into them at an impressionable age are wont to do)... only dean gets wildly sick afterwards. we're talking fever and chills, skin getting all swollen and red and hot to the touch, bloodless-white lines radiating from the spot where he and sam pressed their cut palms together. john has a complete shit-fit, thinks there's a non-zero possibility dean might lose the hand, jesus christ how could you two be so irresponsible, you know better than that. dean's fine in the end, barely even has a scar, but that's what happens when you try to slip demon blood -- even heavily diluted demon blood -- into an angelic vessel.