#jensen ackles

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles as Beau Arlen BIG SKY: Deadly Trails (2022) | 3.02 – “The Woods are Lovely, Dark and Deep”

[yawnzshit]

today I present to you a man who has always been serving and STILL SERVES TO THIS DAY.

JENSEN FINE ASS MF ACKLES.

[vcujensen]

Jensen Ackles on The Boys | JIB15

[strawlessandbraless]

The way destiel is just two dudes who lost faith in their fathers and their mission and instead chose to put all their faith in each other

[pinksatinpanties]

this pic exists, in case y'all forgot

I never did

[deansraspberrypie]

❤️‍🔥🤴 Jensen Ackles | BostonCon 2025 🤴🔥

Video: Fangasm (Twitter)

🍰 Tag list: @undisputedchick2 @jranutter @kazsrm67 🥧

[deanstubble]

something about jensen in this photo like… why does he has such a.. seatable lap 🥴

[padaleckigallery]

Supernatural - 5.11 Sam, Interrupted

[spnseasonsgirl]

#supernaturalthursday #thursday

#happyeaster #happyeaster2025🐣

#samwinchester #jaredpadalecki

#deanwinchester #jensenackles

#bobbysinger #jimbeaver

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Happy Easter!! ✨🐝

Thought the boys deserved at least one nice, happy Easter egg hunt and in my mind Bobby did so too :)

Have a fantastic Sunday 🌻

[lostwhump]

@whumpril | Day #24: Sensory Overload The Boys - The Last Time to Look on This World of Lies (3.05)

[sugar4sam]

PEACE, PIE & HIM ── D.W X FEM!READER

summary! : There are no monsters─just flannel sheets, garden soil under your nails, slow kisses in the kitchen, and homemade apple pie on the porch. This is what it's like to live the apple pie life with Dean Winchester.

warnings! : no smut ──── ‧₊˚pie! lover dean winchester x gn!reader

જ⁀➴°⋆ word count: 850

notes! : I just wanted to write something warm for the first time before i get to the nsfw──so here's some nice & slow story for You & Dean. He deserves this life. You deserve this life. It's apple pie season in your heart forever.

The mornings start slow now.

You wake up tangled in sun-warmed flannel sheets, Dean’s arm heavy over your waist, his breath warm and steady against the back of your neck. The scent of him—soap, leather, and cinnamon—clings to your skin like peace. He mumbles something half-asleep, something like “’m not movin’, s’too nice”, and pulls you closer like he’s afraid you’ll vanish with the daylight.

You don’t. You stay. Because this is home now.

No hunts. No monsters. Just eggs, pancakes, and that ancient coffee maker grumbling in the corner of the kitchen. Dean hums Zeppelin while flipping bacon—shirtless, smug, dancing like a dork. You steal a piece when he’s not looking, and he gasps, “You did not just—” before grabbing you by the waist and kissing you so sweet it tastes like syrup and laughter.

You spend the afternoon in the Impala, windows down, your feet on the dash. Dean’s hand is on your thigh, thumb drawing lazy circles while he pretends not to blush when you call him “pretty boy.” He claims he doesn’t care about the local farmer’s market, but he always buys too many apples. “Gotta be ready,” he says with a wink. “For pie emergencies.”

He builds you a bench in the backyard. It’s a little crooked, but he shrugs and calls it “quirky.” You kiss him for it anyway. Then again. Then again, until the sun dips behind the trees and Cas shows up unannounced, confused about basil and leaves with a jar of chili and a sprig of rosemary in his trench coat pocket.

The nights are slower than the mornings.

You watch old movies wrapped in the same blanket, Dean’s arm around you, your head on his chest. He lets you paint his toes—black, of course—and threatens to paint yours in motor oil if you tell Sam. (You don’t. But only because you plan to tell Cas instead.)

Sometimes, after dinner, when the sky is painted pink and the world hushes around the edges, Dean slices warm apple pie and brings it out to the porch.

“You’re spoilin’ me,” you say.

“Damn right,” he answers, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “You’re worth it.”

You sit side by side on the bench he made, legs touching, hands tangled. He smells like spice and safety. The crickets sing. The pie is perfect.

And for once… everything is quiet. Everything is good. Everything is yours.

Dean squeezes your hand and says it out loud, soft and sure:

“This? This is the life.”

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆Thank you for reading𓂃 !

If this made your heart soft or your soul ache (in the best way), let me know in the tags or send an ask. Your feedback means the world—and yes, Dean knows he’s pretty. You don’t have to tell him again… but you totally can.

˖ ⸝⸝ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! 𖦁ׅ ࣪ ׂ library

requests!: open ! ۪ ୧

[spnseasonsgirl]

Happy Thursday #goodmorning

#jensenackles #deanwinchester

#waischoice #hdphotography

#thursday #supernaturalthursday

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[deansraspberrypie]

❤️‍🔥🤴 Jensen Ackles | BostonCon 2025 🤴🔥

Video: Fangasm (Twitter)

🍰 Tag list: @undisputedchick2 @jranutter @kazsrm67 🥧

[avisitor160721]

Portrait practice. Its kinda unfinished but eh.

Ref:

[castiels-influence]

Because I love myself.

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