#jimmy novaks kinda hot too

[arsythegreat]

why are trenchcoatz hot

[cursed-byesexual]

There has to be a Supernatural fic from the pov of a conspiracy theorist on the winchesters trail who is losing his mind about the amount of times those guys died and simply showed up again a few months later. Kinda like the Episode with FBI agent Hendriksen but diving deeper into what he thinks is going on.

Or one of Sams friends from Stanford who started following the mysterious case of the Winchester Brothers through online mags because he knows Sam and can hardly believe its the same person those people write about.

Or even just the poor FBI agent who got their case after Hendriksen and doesnt know anything. He is on and off their case every other month but it keeps coming back to hunt him, he stopped toasting to their death after the third time they died. Imagine the confusion.

Just as an example for one side of the case notes;

Cas is with the them all the time, only that authorities think its Jimmy Novak, the accountant gone rogue/ gay which is another conspiracy in itself. Jimmys old friends and collegues would think that too, and rumor has it that he killed his family since they vanished mysteriously. (Irl we know Claire is fine and his wife got kidnapped and killed by a monster but the police don't)

Also, apparently he is convinced to be doing Gods will while leaving bloody murder scenes in his wake. As far as anybody knows, the Winchesters aren't religious and its puzzling that they put up with him at first. After years of relying on no one but each other these psychopathic brothers who are supposed to be as calculating as they are brutal and hot-headed have just decided to adopt a random guy who happens to think he's an angel? (At least that bit gets solved when a security camera catches Cas and Dean kissing)

The FBI is freaked out by him because he is unpredictable, loves the Winchesters, and knows how to stay under the radar. They still haven't been able to figure out how he got from one end of the country to the other in a time frame of three hours max. That was one of the first cases that makes them consider him part of the Winchester case and he leaves quite the impression right away. Dozens of confused agents check airport footage from all over the country and find nothing. The files for that case take up three rooms and five agents have retired immediately after being assigned the case and walking in there once.

And most of that right here was just focusing on Cas, there is so much more to him alone but consider the involvement of others like Charlie and Kevin who just add to the confusion, or Crowley who legally doesn't exist. And thats without any of the actual monster stuff, witness reports that have everyone convinced the winchesters are drugging people left and right, and the stuff the leviathan dopplegangers pulled.

I really want to read about their lifes from that perspective, think about how batshit it all sounds from that angle.

Imagine the whole thing as a buzzfeed unsolved episode

(Ooop this turned longer than it was supposed to)

If anybody knows a fic like that or writes one please tag me or leave a comment, I need this in my life

[holylulusworld]

Catch & Release - Catch

Summary: When your fiancé dies days before your wedding you find yourself confronted with his lies. When his best friend attends his burial things become even more complicated as you slowly fall for the green-eyed man.

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader; Sam x Reader (mentioned), Sam x Jess (mentioned)

Characters: Benny Lafitte, Jimmy Novak

Warnings: angst, betrayal, cheating, main characters death, grief, sadness, arguments, language, comforting, angry reader, mentions of infidelity

A/N: Loosely inspired by the movie Catch & Release. Dialogs and characters are not the same as in the movie. Sam and Dean are not brothers for my storyline.

Catch & Release Masterlist

 “How could I not see Sam was not the man I believed he is? Am I dumb? Was I too blinded by my love? Hell, I gave everything to him. Sam was my whole world and now I must realize, I never was his world,” you sniffle, looking helpless at Dean.

He’s still not used to comfort a girl. Dean Winchester never was the kind of guy who soothed a girl; he was rather the one breaking a girl’s heart.

“I can’t tell you, sweetheart,” he mumbles instinctively wrapping his arms around you.

Sobs wreck your body when you must hear Jess’s voice become louder. All you can understand is that Benny seems to want her gone, but Jimmy, well he wants her to stay.

“Figures,” Dean whispers, running his hand over your back to soothe you. “Jimmy always was into other guys girls.”

“Dean, I want to escape this nightmare. I want to just climb out of the window, run away and never remember Sam’s name or that I wasted so many years on him,” you hide your face in Dean’s chest, almost clinging to him whilst he feels his heart flutter anytime you reach out for him.

“I can’t tell you what to do, Y/N. I barely know you, but we can sneak out of the window if you want to,” a smile crosses your face until you hear Jess’s voice raise again. “I’m sorry.”

“This is not your fault, Dean. Sam was the one cheating on me, not you,” he rests his chin on top of your head, closing his eyes for a moment. “I know this must be odd for you. Soothing your dead friends’ fiancé.”

“Nah, I had worse dates. Once a girl brought a parrot to a restaurant. At first, I believed she tried to be funny but that feathered guy was her spirit animal or crap. I had to pay for the bird’s meal too,” you snicker, looking up at Dean. “I swear, it’s true.”

“You had odd dates,” humming Dean wraps one arm around your waist, presses you closer to his chest. “Any other funny dates you want to talk about?”

“There was that girl, she was a belly dancer, smoking hot and all…bendable,” you grin, following Dean when he leads you toward the window. “Long story short – she was a twin and wanted a threesome with me and her brother.”

“Gosh, did you…?” you poke Dean’s chest, giving him a knowing look. “I bet you kissed a guy and liked it!”

“No, but she’s a nice girl, still sends me Christmas cards and calls on my birthday. Even asked me to be her best man at her wedding with the parrot lady.” Dean wiggles his eyebrows before he bursts into laughter. “You believed me, didn’t you?”

“All a lie,” you whine. “The bird lady too?”

“The bird was real, sweetheart. It pooped onto my jacket, called me a jerk, and flew around the restaurant. In the end, we got kicked out,” laughing you look at Dean. He gives you a soft smile, glad he could distract you for a moment or two.

“Can we just run away for tonight?”

“Phew, that was a close call. They almost caught us sneak out,” Dean smirks, holding out his hand to help you sit on the hood of Benny’s truck you stole to drive to the lake. “Haven’t been here for like twelve years.”

“Sam liked to fish, but I couldn’t watch him kill the fish,” you lean your head against Dean’s shoulder, just watching the water.

“I don’t like it either,” smiling you watch Dean who points toward the lake. “I like to eat fish but don’t want to kill it first.”

“Sam and I, we didn’t share interests or hobbies. I never thought I would say so, but when I look back at my relationship with Sam, I don’t think we were meant to be.”

He doesn’t say a word, nor does he react when you rest your head on his lap. Dean simply watches you close your eyes, smiling when your breathing evens out.

“Just sleep a bit, sweetheart. I will not let that girl hurt you, promised.”

“Where have you been? We were worried sick,” Jimmy exclaims, glaring at Dean who has one arm slung around your waist.

“You mean you were worried sick,” Benny grunts. “I told you she’s safe with Dean. Now be quiet. I don’t think Y/N needs more stress than you already caused. Letting that chick, the proof of Sam’s infidelity, inside,” you never saw Benny that mad before. His nostrils flare and he balls his hands into fists. “Leave Y/N and Dean alone.”

“I was simply worried, Benny. They could’ve told us…,” Jimmy stammers, watching you look at Jess who still sits on the couch. The blonde runs one hand over her belly, not missing the way you follow the motion.

“We kinda didn’t want to meet up with a certain person. Just drop it, okay,” Dean grumbles, too angry to handle Jimmy’s jealousy. “I suggest you send Jess to Sam’s mother. I bet Mary Winchester would be happy to see the girl who ruined Y/N’s relationship with Sam.” Dean leads you toward the backyard to take a few deep breaths.

“Thank you,” mumbling the words you run one hand over Dean’s back to calm him. “I don’t know if I want to pity Jess for carrying her dead lovers baby or to beat the shit out of her,” you laugh, covering your mouth with the palm of your right hand when the laughter turns into sobs. “How could he do this to me?”

“Oh-sweetheart, Sam was a fool,” you run into the house when Jess walks outside to get fresh air, calling your name. “You shouldn’t have come here, Jess.”

“I had to,” Jess sighs. “I’m alone, pregnant and just lost my job. Sam was as much responsible than I that a baby is on her way,” Dean looks away, not wanting to pity Jess. “I can understand why he came to me, Dean. Sam always seemed to be under pressure. Now I know why – she’s unique, lovely, and beautiful. Smart too, according to Jimmy.”

You flatten against the wall, hiding in the shadows to listen to Jess’s words.

“Sam, he relaxed with me. I was nothing but convenient when the stress of playing the perfect man for Y/N was too much. I never wanted to get pregnant, that wasn’t the plan.”

“What was the plan?” Dean huffs. “Fucking Sammy until he gets married or did the two of you plan to keep on doing it?”

“Honestly…,” Jess hangs her head, shaking it lightly, “I don’t know Dean. When we parted ways after college, I always tried to reach out for Sam. One day, he was at your place, we ran into each other and the spark reignited. Back then he said it was only this once, that he loves Y/N, and believe me, he did but…”

“The need to relax was stronger, I get,” Dean watches you sneak into the house, a sad smile on his lips. “Sam should’ve made a decision, not fool two girls…”

“He wanted to end things or rather did so. Sam didn’t want to come to California before his wedding, but I insisted that he needs to help me with the baby,” Jess rubs her arms, looking at Dean. “It’s my fault he’s dead, Dean. If not for my selfishness Sam could be alive, married to the woman he loved.”

“True, but Sam decided to drive to California instead of telling you no. We saw the pictures, Jess. He came to you, had fun, took nice pictures, and drove back to his fiancé,” Dean’s patience is wearing thin when Jess tries to excuse the pictures.

“One last nice memory, you know. That’s what the pictures are, nothing else.” Dean brushes past Jess. He looks over his shoulder, not hiding his disgust.

“You mean you fucked one last time before he drove off to marry someone else. Whilst you decided to wait in California for him to come back and do it all over again.”

“You should’ve known better than letting that girl in,” Benny chastises. “Y/N is vulnerable, hurt, and devasted and you just threw that pregnant girl at her.”

“Benny, calm down. We are all tired,” Dean rubs his eyes, hating he can hear sobs come from inside your room. “I’ll check on Y/N. I hate to say it, but we can’t let a pregnant girl sleep on the street. The first thing in the morning we will do is to call Mary Winchester. She can take care of her sons’ concubine,” storming off Dean ignores Jimmy’s angry grunts.

“Who does he think he is? Mr. One-night-stand can’t just act as if he’s Y/N’s best friend,” Jimmy narrows his eyes, not liking Benny silently nods at Dean. “Great, you are on that asshole’s side.”

“Whoever can make Y/N feel better is welcome to try. Dean is a good guy. Believe it or not, he never cheated on a woman. He’s a heartbreaker but never promised a girl to marry her only to fuck his ex. That was Sam’s specialty. If you excuse me now,” Benny grunts. “I lost one of my best friends. His fiancé, my friend is crying in her room and I’m tired enough to fall asleep standing.”

“Still, he shouldn’t be with her…”

“You didn’t have to come here, Dean. I understand if you are tired of catching me whenever I fall. You barely know me and,” he’s pressing his index finger to your lips, shaking his head.

“If I didn’t want to be here, I would’ve left hours or days ago. How about we try to get some sleep?” giving Dean a sly smile you nod; thankful he doesn’t want to leave you alone tonight. “I need confirmation, ma’am.”

You giggle, mumbling ‘yes Sir’ before you crawl onto the bed, resting your tired body onto the soft mattress. “Dean, thank you.”

“Bake me a pie one day and we are even,” he smirks, shrugging his jacket off his shoulders. You don’t want to be a creep but you can’t take your eyes off Dean when he unbuttons his shirt. “Did you ever think that it was Sam’s fault, not yours? He was the one cheating on you. There is nothing wrong with you.”

Dean lies next to you, carefully running his fingers through your hair. “I’m no one you want to stay with, Dean. Look at her and then…” Dean’s lips press against yours and you gasp before you lose yourself in the kiss.

At first, it’s slow, gentle but you grasp for his hair, tug harshly at the soft strands, causing Dean to growls against your lips. “Catch me one last time, Dean…”

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[pallasperilous]

Piledriver

Dean/Castiel 1815 words Post-Episode: s15e18 Despair Coda, Fix-It (sort of), Grief is a weird and protean beast, Second Person POV, but also Dean POV, I realize what a tall order that is y’all but I swear it’s mad judicious {AO3 version}

You’re not really sure when you started doing it.

That’s a fucking lie. 

You started doing it ten, maybe twenty minutes after. 

Not as a conscious thing, not like those snappy comebacks you think of the next day, or like those speeches you practice in your head and then never get the chance to deliver. (Although it seems like other people have better luck in that regard.) 

It’s more like a tic — like the way Sam used to pick at his hand, or your mom used to hum the same little bit of Stairway to Heaven offkey. (Which was kind of a trip since she’d come back from, you know. There.)

You think: I love you, too. 

 It’s just a drumbeat of syllables running in the back of your head. Might as well be shave and a haircut. Which you could use, incidentally.

It eases off a little, after the universe ticks over. You’re so fucking relieved that you basically revert to a lower life form for awhile — you’re like a jellyfish, or a fungus, or a Yankees fan. For a few minutes there, things are pretty sweet.  

Then the clock starts running again, and you and Sam are faced with the frankly fucked-up necessity of needing a hot meal and somewhere to pee. 

It kicks back in then — during the peeing, specifically, because goddamn did the dude never get over what a fucking nightmare it is to have a bladder. Like it actually made him mad. Even after he got his batteries back and was once more able to, like, effervesce fluids out of his body or teleport them to the surface of Mars or whatever, he never stopped giving you pitying looks whenever he got up to use the can. On the road he’d ask if anybody needed a bathroom break at every single freeway exit. You chewed him out once that you in fact were not a four year-old or an Alzheimer’s patient and could therefore hold it for more than twenty minutes at a time, and he looked at you with such bottomless patience and empathy that you could’ve thrown him out of the fucking car. I love you too.

Instead of a heartbeat, it’s like a piledriver hitting the ground ten feet away.  

I love you too. It rattles your fucking thighs as you wash your hands in the gas station bathroom. None of the other dudes do because dudes are fucking disgusting. This attitude was maybe part of the problem.

I love you too. You come out and the car’s moved and you have a hot second of freakout, then you see Sam’s just pulled it away from the pump and parked in the lot and honest to God (go team!) you almost burst into tears. What the fuck.

I love you, too. 

That night you do your absolute best to lobotomize yourself (not to obliterate yourself, which is a sign of progress and for which effort you absolutely deserve a round of applause from…somebody), but the piledriver just keeps on pounding away and you realize that it’s either piledrive or get piledriven. Sam’s asleep six feet away after his own inpatient procedure but you’re really fucking starting to panic so you say it out loud, anyway. 

I love you, too.

And something gives, eases off like a gas bubble turning a corner in your gut, and you pass out.

So you lean into it. You make it your thing. You figure you can either be losing your mind, or practicing, so you choose practicing. You’re showing the powers that be that you’re keeping the faith. You’re holding a torch.  You’re being the change you want to see in the world. You’ve talked to coma patients before and you’ve prayed to this asshole before and this isn’t any different. Isn’t it?

Washing the dishes: I love you, too.

Checking the oil: I love you, too.

Swinging a machete and hitting that sweet spot between vertebrae where the head just pops right off, like a Lego dude: I love you, too. 

Pulling on socks: I love you, too.

Burning that fucking jacket: I love you, too.

Not out loud, or at least, not where anybody can hear you. That would be weird.

And you know, you know, that he doesn’t hear you, either. You know that, worst of all, he didn’t even need to hear it. You’ve heard a lot of shit about unconditional love, but it’s never had any goddamn appeal to you because, what? Somebody loves you the same no matter what fucked up shit you do, no matter how you feel about them? 

That’s either (a) some seriously poisoned Kool-Aid or (b) so huge it’s useless, like giving somebody a galaxy for their birthday. You want unconditional love? Get a fucking dog. 

I love you, too.

Lately you’ve been swapping in phrases that have the same rhythm or meter or whatever, so you can say them out loud without worrying anybody more than usual. The rain in Spain does some heavy lifting for a couple weeks, then ba-DUMP-bump, tissshh! followed by the king of beers for about half a particularly shitty afternoon and then closing out with you bet your ass, which is a much better fit for your lifestyle. 

So fine, great. Life goes on. You were the subject of his unconditional cosmic love-boner whatever and getting that off his chest was all he needed to go happily fucking off into the abyss. And you’re still down here (up here? over here?), drinking coffee and hating Mondays. Awesome. I love you, too.

This is around when you discover the best match for both meter and tone yet, one so close that it doesn’t even feel like a placebo for the real phrase. It’s a whole different drug, actually. It makes you feel like a million bucks, it’s absolute rocket fuel. If the original is whiskey, this shit is meth. You turn a whole nest of ghouls into one big ghoul smoothie and then at the bar later somebody nervously informs you that you were yelling it out loud the whole damn time. 

The phrase is: go fuck yourself.

You imagine it at night, lying in the empty bed, your pulse hammering in time: him standing there, one big cow-eyed khaki rumple, and you yell: Go fuck yourself. You asshole. You bastard. You smug piece of shit. Go fuck yourself. How many times have we done this, and every fucking time you find a way to make it worse. Go fuck yourself.

I love you, too.

After a few weeks it loses its edge. You kinda knew it would, having some experience with the limits of amphetamines and your own rage-juice glands. It downgrades from a battle-cry to a slur. At some point you realize you’re not even saying it to him anymore. You’re saying it to you. Go fuck yourself.

You try to imagine him saying it instead. Go fuck yourself,  in that nutso Sam the Eagle voice that he must’ve gotten out of a box of Cracker Jacks, because it sure didn’t come complimentary with Jimmy Novak’s dry-ass mouth.  Go fuck yourself, Dean.

Somehow it’s still the nicest thing anybody’s ever said to you. 

So you go back to the OG version, and this time it feels like it settles in. You do whatever the psychological equivalent is of buying it a dog bed and a food dish and a leash, and you take it out for walkies whenever it starts to chew on the furniture. I love you, too. 

You get so used to its presence that sometimes you even forget it’s there. You’re joking around with Sam, eating sandwiches at some picnic grounds on the way to Sioux Falls for a social visit, and you say some dumb thing to him, who knows about what. Sam rolls his eyes and shakes his head in disgust as required by the kid brother certification board and snorts “I love you, man,” in the way that means how are you even allowed to exist, and you answer “I love you, too,” in the way that means I love you, too.

Sam has seen a lot of wild shit, but the look on his face after that is a brand new one to you. 

“Checkmate, asshole,” you say, in case he’s worried you’re gonna off yourself in the bathroom or something.

 You do get to say it, eventually. 

Like most things in life, it happens after you’ve totally given up, and then totally given up giving up, and have achieved the spiritual equivalent of that shrug emoji Claire sends you sometimes. When the phrase is well past thinking about, when the words don’t even carry any meaning anymore; they’re like the thought version of blinking, or swallowing. A background process, until something flies into your eyeball or you try to breathe a tortilla chip.

So the tortilla chip shows up one day. Don’t worry too much about the details here, just take it for granted that it either required a heroic effort of years that nearly broke you, or that he just showed up unsolicited on the porch like a copy of The Watchtower. Or maybe you’re both dead; seriously, who cares, because regardless — he’s there, and you’re there, and for awhile other people are there too, but eventually they go away. 

And it’s him, and it’s you. And if you hadn’t absolutely digested this thing in advance, if you hadn’t broken each word down into its atomic particles and cut and pasted them into your DNA so that 45th century forensic anthropologists from Mars could extract it from a fragment of the the mummified marrow of your left ass-bone, you might’ve said something else. 

You said: “I love you, too.”

You realize, in the moment after you say it, that you have reached the limits of your preparations. You’re a samurai with a single move; you’re the cannon in the 1812 Overture; your photo’s in the dictionary under one-trick pony and you’ve got frosted tips and you’re blinking. 

You say it again, and then a third time, and a lot of times after that. You keep saying it, for years, in varying degrees of franticness and horniness and happiness and honestly still-fucking-angriness and whatever else is on special that week. You say it to his face and to his dick and to his back and to the mere concept of him well after he’s left the room, left the state, left the dimension. Eventually you stop bothering to say anything else to each other. There are maybe half a million words in your native language, according to Sam, who uses them all, and with everybody else you keep on using the two hundred or so you feel confident about. 

But with Castiel, you make do with just the four.

I love you.

I love you, too.

[technicolor--dreams]

hitchcock couples ranked by hotness

john hodiak and tallulah bankhed (lifeboat): life and death scenario, tousled tallulah, shirtless grumpy tattooed hodiak, enemies to lovers. 10/10

cary grant and ingrid bergman (notorious): espionage, personal drama, hot and cold relationship, passionate kisses, life and death scenario leading to a love declaration. solid. 9/10

montgomery clift and anne baxter (i confess): morally torbid ust between a priest and the ex girlfriend. intense pining. longing looks. sometimes less (sex) is more.9/10

cary grant and eva marie saint (north by northwest): espionage! intrigue! not knowing how much you can trust the other! train tunnel sex! 8/10

john gavin and janet leight (psycho): they only had that one scene together but it’s quite risquè for the time. bonus points for sneaking around in a motel. 8/10

cary grant and grace kelly (to catch a thief): sexy and playful cat and mouse game. they’re both so hot you’re not even disturbed by the age difference (unlike with jimmy but we’ll get there later)  7/10

gregory peck and ingrid bergman (spellbound): psychoanalysis doesn’t leave too much space for sexual tension. too bad. 7/10

robert donat and madeleine carroll (the 39 steps) fake dating, running from the law, risqué stockings removal shot. 7/10

michael wilding and jane wyman (stage fright) they were having an affair irl, so you can feel a certain sexual tension, even though nothing in the movie is overtly sexual. 6.5/10

joel mccrea and laraine day (foreign correspondant) espionage is sexy, and so is joel mccrea. he could convince me he was in love with a tree if he looked at it at long enough. 6.5/10

laurence olivier and joan fontaine (rebecca): too repressed to be yearning like anne and montgomery. you know they probably had some kinky roleplay thing going in the bedroom, though. 6/10

sean connery and tippi hedren (marnie): kinda hot early on, it gets weird pretty quickly and it loses all the appeal by the time you realize it’s the textbook definition of toxic relationship and he sexually assaults her. 6/10

rod taylor and tippi hedren (the birds): not exactly enemies to lovers, but acrimonious flirty banter is close enough, i suppose. mommie issues do detract a little, though. 6/10

paul newman and julie andrews (torn curtain): i don’t care how hot paul newman is, julie is mary poppins, maria, queen clarissa etc. i can’t look at her frolicking in bed with anyone, sorry. 5.5/10

cary grant and joan fontaine (suspicion): nothing sexy about your husband squandering your fortune and possibly having murdered your father. not to mention the whole monkeyface thing. 5/10

jimmy stewart and kim novak (vertigo): the whole obsession thing, plus the age difference, plus jimmy not carrying his age as well as cary. that’s a no. 4/10

jimmy stewart and grace kelly (rear window): he spends the whole movie rebuffing grace’s attempt to canoodle? 3/10

jimmy stewart and doris day (the man who knew too much): nothing about 50 year old jimmy and prim and proper doris says sexy. NOTHING. sorry. 0/10

[just-another-busy-fangirl-writes]

May 25, 2018

I am reposting old fic rec lists.  Unfortunately some of the blogs/stories have been removed, but I am still going to list them for historical reference.

Feel free to tag me in ANY fics you post, and see previous weeks’ fic recs HERE

SMUT

Two Birds with One Song by @crispychrissy   While on a stakeout with Dean, you decide to kill two birds with one stone, or song, in this case.

Candy from Strangers by @impala-dreamer   When Y/N accidentally eats an enchanted candy during a case, Sam and Dean rise to the occasion to help her sort out her problem…

The Wonders of Modern Technology by @littlegreenplasticsoldier​  You are going to treat yourself to the tip top, la-dee-dah, blue ribboniest treat you’ve ever even looked sideways at: self-warming underwear.  Good-bye chilly weather, fuck you cold bunker, adios reptile jokes!  Your ass is gonna be hot!

Not So Mistaken Identity by @pherryt (on AO3)   The fateful day that Dean Winchester gets in the wrong drive - through, when the Novak twins just happen to be working. Things kinda spiral out of control from there, not that any of them are complaining.

Not Commonly Seen, No by sambalambis (on AO3)   It wasn’t everyday you walk in on your boyfriend macking on his twin while wearing pink panties. Not usually, that is.

Enthrall by @wetsammywinchester   Jared is not a boy and Jensen is in over his head.

FLUFF

Tattoo Heart by @docharleythegeekqueen   Your friend Charlie sets you up to get your first tattoo with her friend tattoo artist Dean Winchester.  

Fair Day by @evansrogerskitten   Reader surprises Sam and Dean with tickets to the state fair’s demolition derby.

Life is a Victory by @impalatardiswalkers   Reader comes home annoyed after a date gone wrong. How does Cas help?

Falling for You by @katymacsupernatural   You meet a handsome guy at a bar and fall for him - multiple times.

SERIES

We’re All A Little Broken Here by aidail (on AO3)   Sam didn’t want to meet his soulmate, too afraid of the inevitable rejection he’s sure he’s going to face. Dean can’t wait to meet his, to finally have the family he always dreamed of. But when their soul mates share a last name, its inevitable that the two brothers will find them together. So how will Sam deal with the soulmate he desperately wants but doesn’t believe he’ll be able to keep? And will he ever trust them enough to tell them his biggest secret?

Cuddling is Manly by @breathingdestiel (on AO3)   Castiel Novak has just lost a longtime friend, his cat Moon, whom he had since he was nine. After a while he realizes that his grades are slipping and that he has a hard time focusing on studying, all because he used to do it while petting Moon. When his best friend Dean notices that something is wrong, they cuddle together, believing it would help Cas. But what was supposed to be a one time thing turns into a regular cuddling between them, complicating Cas’ already complicated feelings towards Dean.

Some Things Last by @rosemoonweaver & @pherryt (on AO3)   Jimmy Novak had nearly everything he’d ever wanted; a decent job, a beautiful daughter, and a boyfriend he adored. But his father’s sudden death threatens to destroy the things he holds most dear when he’s forced to come face-to-face with his past and the one person he never wanted to have to face again: his brother. Castiel Novak had been managing life just fine. It hadn’t been going the way he’d expected, but still, things were fine. That was of course until his father died and he was back in the same room as his twin brother, Jimmy, and all that managing was a little harder to do. Between his brother, his memories, and his brother’s gorgeous new boyfriend, Castiel was fairly certain it’s only a matter of time before something snaps. Dean Winchester thought he’d had things relatively figured out. He was in love and more than ready to take the next step with his boyfriend, until he found out about that twin brother his boyfriend had never mentioned. There’s some kind of damage between the two of them, shaking Jimmy up and messing with his head. Dean is determined to find out what and hopefully fix it. Now all he has to do is figure it out and not fall for the wrong twin in the process.

[just-another-busy-fangirl]

May 25

Feel free to tag me in ANY fics you post, and see previous week’s fic recs HERE

SMUT

Two Birds with One Song by @crispychrissy    While on a stakeout with Dean, you decide to kill two birds with one stone, or song, in this case.

Candy from Strangers by @impala-dreamer    When Y/N accidentally eats an enchanted candy during a case, Sam and Dean rise to the occasion to help her sort out her problem…

The Wonders of Modern Technology by @littlegreenplasticsoldier​   You are going to treat yourself to the tip top, la-dee-dah, blue ribboniest treat you’ve ever even looked sideways at: self-warming underwear.  Good-bye chilly weather, fuck you cold bunker, adios reptile jokes!  Your ass is gonna be hot!

Not So Mistaken Identity by @pherryt (on AO3)    The fateful day that Dean Winchester gets in the wrong drive - through, when the Novak twins just happen to be working. Things kinda spiral out of control from there, not that any of them are complaining.

Not Commonly Seen, No by sambalambis (on AO3)    It wasn't everyday you walk in on your boyfriend macking on his twin while wearing pink panties. Not usually, that is.

Enthrall by @wetsammywinchester    Jared is not a boy and Jensen is in over his head.

FLUFF

Tattoo Heart by @docharleythegeekqueen    Your friend Charlie sets you up to get your first tattoo with her friend tattoo artist Dean Winchester.  

Fair Day by @evansrogerskitten    Reader surprises Sam and Dean with tickets to the state fair’s demolition derby.

Life is a Victory by @impalatardiswalkers    Reader comes home annoyed after a date gone wrong. How does Cas help?

Falling for You by @katymacsupernatural    You meet a handsome guy at a bar and fall for him - multiple times.

SERIES

We’re All A Little Broken Here by aidail (on AO3)    Sam didn't want to meet his soulmate, too afraid of the inevitable rejection he's sure he's going to face. Dean can't wait to meet his, to finally have the family he always dreamed of. But when their soul mates share a last name, its inevitable that the two brothers will find them together. So how will Sam deal with the soulmate he desperately wants but doesn't believe he'll be able to keep? And will he ever trust them enough to tell them his biggest secret?

Cuddling is Manly by @breathingdestiel (on AO3)    Castiel Novak has just lost a longtime friend, his cat Moon, whom he had since he was nine. After a while he realizes that his grades are slipping and that he has a hard time focusing on studying, all because he used to do it while petting Moon. When his best friend Dean notices that something is wrong, they cuddle together, believing it would help Cas. But what was supposed to be a one time thing turns into a regular cuddling between them, complicating Cas' already complicated feelings towards Dean.

Some Things Last by @pherryt (on AO3)    Jimmy Novak had nearly everything he’d ever wanted; a decent job, a beautiful daughter, and a boyfriend he adored. But his father’s sudden death threatens to destroy the things he holds most dear when he’s forced to come face-to-face with his past and the one person he never wanted to have to face again: his brother. Castiel Novak had been managing life just fine. It hadn’t been going the way he’d expected, but still, things were fine. That was of course until his father died and he was back in the same room as his twin brother, Jimmy, and all that managing was a little harder to do. Between his brother, his memories, and his brother's gorgeous new boyfriend, Castiel was fairly certain it’s only a matter of time before something snaps. Dean Winchester thought he’d had things relatively figured out. He was in love and more than ready to take the next step with his boyfriend, until he found out about that twin brother his boyfriend had never mentioned. There’s some kind of damage between the two of them, shaking Jimmy up and messing with his head. Dean is determined to find out what and hopefully fix it. Now all he has to do is figure it out and not fall for the wrong twin in the process.

[pherryt]

“You’re not gonna cry, are you?” Dean/Jimmy?

Wow! Now i’ve seen Dean/Cas (of course) and Cas/Jimmy and also Dean/Cas/Jimmy and AU’s where Cas and Jimmy are the same person, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen Dean/Jimmy.

I uh...went a little overboard on this one too. 1275 words. 

seems like, every time i actually manage one under 300, the next story ‘makes up’ for it! (in case you’re worried, there’s a happy ending)(also, why is tumblr doing this stupid unformating thing???)

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Jimmy Novak was a pain in Dean Winchester’s ass. They’d had a weird rivalry/feud thing going on since second week of freshman year, when Dean had accidentally tripped Jimmy and the other man had fallen in the mud. No matter how much Dean protested it was an accident and tried to apologize, Jimmy refused to let it go, took an instant dislike to him and arranged to get back at Dean.

Things spiraled out of control from there and barely a week went by without one doing something to the other. The worst part was there were almost no breaks. Except during test times. They had a grudging truce during those grueling days.

And since they had nearly all the same friends, they were stuck seeing each other on a regular basis. It didn’t allow much time for heads to cool.

Which was why – here and now - Jimmy’s nose was only a few bare inches from Dean’s, as he growled out, “You’re not gonna cry, now, are ya?”

“Oh, hell no! Over something as stupid and petty as that?” Dean scoffed back with a smirk. Jimmy’s eyes narrowed at the challenge and vowed to up the ante.

And so it went.

“Dean, why are you staring at Novaks’ ass?”

“Hmmm…” Dean jerked his head as Charlies words registered. “What? No! I’m not…I’m plotting his downfall!”

“Uh huh,” She stood with her hands on her hips and a dubious expression on her face.

“Okay, so yeah, he’s hot as hell, and pretty smart and maybe even a little funny too. If he didn’t hate me…” Dean shrugged, “But he does, so…plotting his downfall.”

Charlie heaved a sigh and muttered, “Morons,” and turned away.

Things would have gone like that indefinitely, except for the fact that during their junior year, Jimmy pushed the line too far. It had taken no little effort and a lot of time to arrange for his next prank on Dean, and it was a doozy. He grinned when he turned the key in the lock and, ignoring Dean’s shout at being locked in the tower room, rushed down the stairs.

A few hours of alone time would give Dean a chance to become introspective, Jimmy smirked. He crowed about it to their Charlie over dinner, but instead of the usual rolling eyes and half amused – half exasperated chuckles she might normally give, she looked at him in horror.

“You did what?” she shrieked.

“Relax, Charles, it’s perfectly safe in there. I’ll go back in an hour and let him out.” he reached for his burger but Charlie smacked it out of his hands. He watched it hit the floor mournfully and then looked back up at her in shock.

“What the hell was that for?”

“Dude, do you even know anything about Dean?”

“Of course I do. Otherwise, half these pranks would fall flat. Same goes for him. I think we know each other pretty well,” Jimmy answered, perplexed, “It’s all in good fun.”

“First off, are you sure about that? Cause Dean thinks you hate him. And secondly, no. Just, no, it isn’t,” Charlie looked at him sternly and Jimmy squirmed. “Dean’s afraid of heights, Jimmy. Like, really afraid of ‘em.”

“No, he’s not. He’s afraid of planes and last I checked, the drama tower wasn’t exactly flying anywhere,” Jimmy protested, though his stomach sank.

“Duh! Planes are pretty much as high as a normal person can get. And that tower room is all open, dude. With no glass. There’s nowhere for him to ‘hide’ and pretend he isn’t up so high. Especially with the wind as strong as it is tonight - have you ever been in there when the wind is really crazy? Dean’s probably freaking out! How’d you get him in there anyway?”

Instead of answering her, Jimmy abruptly stood and spun about, not even bothering to grab his coat before he ran out of the room. It didn’t take long for Jimmy to reach the tower, and he pounded up the stairs. Winded, he reached the door and fumbled to get the key in the lock.

He shoved at the door but it barely budged, like something was in front of it. Shit, shit, shit! “Dean? Dean are you all right? Dean, buddy, you gotta move if you want me to let you out? I’m so sorry, man, I really am, I didn’t know!” Jimmy tried the door again. Something – probably Dean – was still in front of it, but he was able to get it open just enough to squeeze through.

What he saw on the other side broke his heart. Dean was curled up on the floor in front of the door, hands covering his head and his eyes clenched shut tightly, his face pale. Jimmy fell to his knees beside him and reached out tentatively. “Dean? I’m so sorry – I went too far this time, I didn’t mean to. C’mere, let me get you outta here, okay?”

Jimmy reached down and pulled Dean against him, the other man unresisting. Slowly, he stood up, bringing Dean with him. Supporting him the entire way, Jimmy got him back down to the ground floor of the theater and they collapsed against the wall at the bottom of the stairs. Dean’s face was starting to regain color and his breathing was evening out. Jimmy pulled Dean against his shoulder and wrapped his arm around him.

“I don’t hate you, by the way. I always thought…this was a game and we were having fun. I’m sorry if I made you think otherwise. I kinda always hoped…” Jimmy shook his head and sighed. “Never mind. You wanna stop the prank war, I’ll do it. And when you’re ready to go back to your dorm, I’ll help you back and I’ll treat you to burgers as an apology. Whaddya say?”

Without even realizing it, Jimmy’s fingers carded through Dean’s short, spikey hair, scratching lightly. Dean leaned into the touch with a hum.

“You really don’t hate me?” Dean asked quietly, the first words Jimmy had heard the whole time. He relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief at the sound of Dean’s voice. He shook his head. Dean cleared his throat, “Then uh, yeah, I uh, I’ll take you up on that, on all of that.” Dean shifted against Jimmy, twisting to look at him, “On one condition.”

“Name it,” Jimmy said the words faster than he could think them.

“Tell me what it was you always hoped,” Dean said. And was Jimmy mistaken, or was that hope and anticipation in Dean’s eyes?

Jimmy squirmed under Dean’s gaze, “Oh, I just…I um...really like you, Dean. Which, I’d always thought was fairly obvious but…” He looked away and picked at the sleeve of his sweater. “Well, turns out I was wrong, so, there’s no chance you’d even want to, to…” he shrugged, trailing off, cheeks red with embarrassment.

After parsing the words, the things he’d said and hadn’t said, Dean smiled, “Jimmy, can I kiss you?”

Jimmy’s head jerked up in surprise and their eye met. “Do you really mean that or…or is this a get back at me prank? Cause I mean, I deserve it but…not this, Dean, please. If this is a prank – I don’t think I could take it.”

“Not a prank, I promise,” Dean assured him.

“Oh, thank god, then yes!” Jimmy could barely breathe, could hardly believe this could possibly be happening.

It took weeks of pinching himself at every opportunity to assure himself that yes, it had happened, was still happening and that he and Dean were now dating.

Strangely, their friends weren’t surprised at all.

[hollenka99]

The Novaks Reunited

Originally posted on Amino: November 24th 2016

I feel so sorry for Claire. She spends all that time resenting her mother and wanting to find her, only to be reunited with Amelia minutes before she dies.

The way they wrapped up Jimmy and Amelia's storyline was done really well. Even if they're both dead, they are with each other now. I was half sobbing from Amelia's death and half smiling from how sweet their reunion was during that scene.

Castiel's attempt at a birthday present was cute. I think I want a Grumpy Cat doll from 'Hot Topical' for my 18th birthday too. Although, maybe not loads of drama concerning a supposedly extinct class of angel. I'd much rather play mini-golf with a family friend nearly twice my age.

Okay, that sounds kinda wrong. You know what I mean. I'd sooner spend my birthday playing mini-golf than fighting an angel.

I like that Claire is now on much better terms with Cas and the Winchesters. While her hatred for them was understandable when we first met her as a young woman, I'm glad they were able to work past it.

I like Claire and hope she'll make an appearance in Season 12.

[technicolor--dreams]

hottest hitchcock couples ranked:

john hodiak  and tallulah bankhed (lifeboat): life and death scenario, hot tousled tallulah, hot shirtless grumpy tattooed hodiak, enemies to lovers. you know they were the last 2 survivors on that boat and banged it out. that’s just a fact.

john gaving and janet leight (psycho): they only had that one scene together but it’s quite risquè for the time. bonus points for sneaking around in a motel.

montgomery clift and anne baxter (i confess): morally torbid ust between a priest and the ex girlfriend. hella pining. sometimes less (sex) is more.

cary grant and grace kelly (to catch a thief): sexy and playful cat and mouse game. they’re both so hot you’re not even disturbed by the age difference (unlike with jimmy but we’ll get there later)

cary grant and eva marie saint (north by northwest): espionage! intrigue! not knowing how much you can trust the other! train tunnel sex!

cary grant and ingrid bergman (notorious): espionage, hot and cold relationship, passionate kisses, life and death scenario leading to a love declaration. solid.

laurence olivier and joan fontaine (rebecca): too repressed to be overtly yearning like anne and montgomery. you know they had some weird roleplay thing going in the bedroom, though.

sean connery and tippi hedren (marnie): kinda hot early on, it gets weird pretty quickly and it loses all the appeal by the time you realize it’s the textbook definition of toxic relationship and he sexually assaults her.

rod taylor and tippi hedren (the birds): not exactly enemies to lovers, but acrimonious flirty banter gets my vote of confidence. so does surviving the bird apocalypse together. mommie issues do detract a little, though.

paul newman and julie andrews (torn curtain): now, they’re without a doubt two of the most beautiful people to ever live. but julie is mary poppins. maria. i can’t think of her in relation to sex. i’m sorry.

cary grant and joan fontaine (suspicion): nothing sexy about your husband squandering your fortune and possibly having murdered your father. not to mention the whole monkeyface thing.

ingrid bergman and gregory peck (spellbound): psychoanalysis doesn’t leave too much space for sexual tension. too bad.

jimmy stewart and kim novak (vertigo): the whole obsession thing, plus the age difference, plus jimmy not carrying his age as well as cary. that’s a no.

jimmy stewart and grace kelly (rear window): he spends the whole movie rebuffing grace’s attempt to canoodle?

jimmy stewart and doris day (the man who knew too much): nothing about 50 year old jimmy and prim and proper doris says sexy. NOTHING. sorry.

[just-another-busy-fangirl-writes]

August 11, 2017

I am reposting old fic rec lists.  Unfortunately some of the blogs/stories have been removed, but I am still going to list them for historical reference.

Feel free to tag me in ANY fics you post, and see previous weeks’ fic recs HERE

SMUT

Stay by @anotherwinchesterfangirl   The Winchesters roll through your bar and Sam sticks around until closing.

Sexual Experimentation by @blue-reveries   Dean wants to try something new so Cas proposes an experiment

Something Deeper by @bringmesomepie56   Dean gets himself out of where you tied him up.

Three in A Bed by @kittenofdoomage   Dean and Sam are both Alphas. They don’t think they need an Omega when they have each other. What happens when their Omega is found?

Challenge Accepted by obsidianromance (on AO3)   Jared is looking for some fun for the night and finds mutual interest over a dating app with Jensen. When the two meet up, lots of sex happens. And in the morning, after Jensen asserts that he’s not a morning person, Jared tries to change that and…well…sex happens again.

Need You by @purgatoan   After getting auditioned for a band by Cas, Dean comes back to a first band rehearsal with all members present. Jimmy sweeps him off his feet, just like Cas did, and his heat comes earliert than planned, interfering with their plans.

FLUFF

It’s A Surprise by @jpadjackles   Sam decides that instead of a boring Valentine’s day of exchanging beer and chocolate, he wants to take Y/N out on a real Valentine’s Day special getaway.

Caretakers by @katymacsupernatural   The reader is about to be killed and needs help, but both Sam and Dean save her and are protective over her.

Try Not To… by @talesmaniac89   Dean challenges the reader to a try not to laugh challenge using pickup lines, but for her the challenge turns into a bit more of a try not to fall deeper in love with the lovable dork.

ANGST

Vacancy by @jpadjackles   Dean sets out to kill Amara, and gets himself in a lot of trouble when killing her turns into kissing her.

Wax On, Wax Off by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing   Family sucks and waxing hurts. Jared is an amazing, patient, wonderful husband. (flangst)  

SERIES

One and One Make Three by @braezenkitty (on AO3)   Dean’s crushing hardcore on his friend, Cas. He doesn’t know him all that well since they only met at the start of the semester a few weeks earlier, but seeing Cas in classes four days a week was bound to affect him. He’s smart, goofy and charismatic, but somehow also serious and socially clueless; he’s athletic with the body to prove it; and he’s fucking gorgeous with the bluest eyes Dean has ever seen. In other words, he’s a total catch and way too good for Dean. When he finds out that Cas is two people - twins…things get interesting.

Undercover Boyfriend by CassondraWinchester (on AO3)   Two men, one lie, and a whole bunch of trouble. Castiel Novak’s in serious trouble. His sister’s destination wedding in Mexico filled with several days of activities, is in only two days. And everyone expects to meet his Alpha boyfriend — the one he invented. Now Cas has to produce a half-naked hottie or suffer the worst humiliation of his life. But Cas just doesn’t date those kinda guys! Or even know any for that matter. Undercover FBI agent Dean Winchester’s cover is blown and he needs to disappear fast. When he ducks into a bar he runs into Castiel, a comic book artist, one very hot, but geeky Omega. And as luck would have it he just happens to be looking for an Alpha. Could they be the solution to both their problems? Or will trouble find them on the sandy beaches of Mexico?

Yes, Sir by @jhoomwrites   Cas meets Dean through an online service.  Things are going great as the two accidentally fall into a relationship.  Until Jimmy comes along and makes things infinitely more complicated.

One of These Nights by @ravengirl94   Dean finally returns from purgatory, but he brought a friend with him. You’re less than thrilled about a vampire joining the family, but Benny and his southern charm quickly begin to grow on you.

Send the Pain Below by @torn-and-frayed   The reader is a regular on Supernatural with Jensen, but it takes some really bad circumstances for the two of them admit their feelings to each other.  Can the reader live through everything life is throwing her way?