#oh dean always avoiding shit

[mlp-natural]

idk what I would call this series thing but im not stopping now part 2

[genderqueersammy]

I love manipulative Sam… I’d love if that actually ever happened in the CW Show Supernatural….

[rinseis]

RUMOR HAS IT HE’S PUSSY-WHIPPED [ RYOMEN SUKUNA ]

❥ more of best friend!sukuna & dean’s daughter!yn; there’s a rumour going around—that sukuna can’t get off unless it’s with you. but what else can he do when his best friend is avoiding him except to show up at your door uninvited and convince you that you want him too?

word count. 2.3k ♱ content warnings: female reader, nsfw - mdni, modern college au, best friend!sukuna, dean’s daughter!reader, sukuna’s a tad possessive, creampie, pet names (good girl, princess), fingering, lots of profanity.

“Oh god, Suku—”

Immediately, Sukuna’s eyes shoot up to glare at the poor girl, hips stilling while he quickly grows irate at her voice. His discontent shows through his crimson eyes, leaning down to her ears with a warning, “shut up, or I’ll fucking stop right now.”

Nodding her head, Sukuna shoots her a last warning look before slowly looking away, her half-lidded eyes shutting once more as he starts moving his hips again. Now that she’s shut up, all that can be heard is her bed frame creaking under their weight and the sound of skin slapping skin.

The girl’s slowly losing it, her head stuffed into the pillow because Sukuna can’t stand the sight of her, her ass in the air as he fucks her from behind. It doesn’t matter how fucking hot she is or that she’s the captain of the cheerleading squad. Fuck that because all Sukuna can think about since that moment four days ago is how he really just wants to fuck you.

It’s been a whole four days that he hasn’t seen you—and he’d like to think it’s solely because of your final year project, because it’s normal for you to vanish and cram yourself within books until they’re over, but it’s definitely not normal for you to not even respond to his damn texts.

Countless times he’s asked you where you are, whether you wanted supper, or hell he even dropped his pride and asked you to reply him. You’re driving him up the walls and he can’t take it.

In front of him, the girl—he can’t remember her name for crying out loud—is already creaming around his cock, yet he can’t find the mood to spill inside her or anywhere, really, because it has to be you. You have to reverse this shit.

“Cum inside my mouth?” The girl’s already on her knees, taking Sukuna’s cock around her fingers but he’s already pushing her away, telling her don’t bother before he flings the condom away and wears his hoodie and sweats, retreating from her room.

He gets on his motorbike, and fuck the helmet because he has absolutely no patience for it, sets the GPS to your apartment and revs off.

If you’re going to act like that day never happened, looks like he’s going to have to go to you and find out.

When he gets to your apartment, your roommates let him in without question; well at least that looks like you didn’t say anything that bad about him, if ever. People have long since asked you how you tolerated being friends with him, given his perpetual need for getting into trouble and having you bail him out, but it works. They’re butting in unnecessarily for all he cares.

Sukuna’s been to your apartment more times than he can count. Ever since college started, whenever he didn’t have girls over he’d chosen to relegate to your bedroom and annoy the shit out of you. Still, you’d always let him in, studying or not. Maybe that’s why he’s particularly frustrated now, since you’re shutting him out.

The moment the door swings open, you feel the gush of wind hitting your hair. You’re about to give your housemate a snarky remark about it until you swivel around only to find Sukuna there, sharp eyes glaring at you.

Usually you’d make some joke about how he really shouldn’t do shit like this else people would think you’d have a stalker, but you guess his reaction is somewhat warranted. So maybe you didn’t think things through before fucking your frustrations out on him that day. And maybe you’d been avoiding him more than necessary because as much as you know it should’ve been a one-time mistake, it’s hard not to crave more.

Maybe he’s here for the exact same thing.

In an instant, the door swings shut and Sukuna presses you against the wall, minimal distance between your bodies, his thumb tracing your lower lip and his lashes fluttering against your own.

It’s irritating how just these simple actions can make you all flustered, and even more irritating that you can feel his dick under his sweats. He’s hard, hard as you remember that day, that day you can’t forget about even after trying.

“You busy?” Sukuna asks, as if he hadn’t just seen you working on your project right as he trudged through your door.

But it’s Sukuna. He’s the worst at sane relationships and even worse at communication. Of course, it takes an equally fucked up person to know what he means to ask is are you too fucking busy for me that you won’t respond to my texts or pick up my calls?

“Working on my—”

“Found someone else to fuck?” Sukuna asks, your explanation, or your attempt at one, falling on deaf ears.

Right then, you realise what this is all about, and you remember that this—whatever you and Sukuna are—is nothing more than best friends exploring hidden territory, working out the chinks in this… transaction.

You smirk, tips of your noses touching, his hips subtly grinding against yours. “What? Jealous now?” you tease, your hands moving under his hoodie and onto his skin, Sukuna’s eyes fluttering close as he tightens his jaw, the uncontrollable feeling of wanting to take you right here right now taking over.

Sukuna’s hand finds itself around your neck, gently pushing you further against the wall, his eyes slowly opening, those crimson eyes unyielding when he wants them to be. “Answer me.”

When he hears the no leaving your lips, he ignores the relief he feels, because why should he be? Relieved for what? He throws the fleeting thought of not being able to handle it if you said yes out the window too. You’re just his best friend who he happens to think is hot. That’s all.

“Ahhhh—”

Sukuna smirks when his fingers find your clit under your dress, pleasantly surprised to find you already wet. And god you sound better than all those other girls so he’s not going to shut you up for a while. He keeps his face nuzzled against your own, his hand slipping into your underwear, coating your clit with your own slick as he rubs around it because apparently you moan even more like that—and you moan his name, the reverberations and decibels just right.

“I’m—fuck, I’m busy, Suku—”

“Then tell me you want me to stop,” he challenges you, his middle finger plunging inside your wetness, your mouth falling open helplessly. Sukuna’s already winning, and he knows it, and fuck he wants to savour this moment because being the little fucker you are you might avoid him even more if you feel even shittier after this. The reason escapes him, though, because he knows you want him too.

As you feel your knees growing weak, you abandon all your other thoughts. Fuck it, you’ve been craving this since that day and Sukuna’s offering, why resist? So you quickly yank his hoodie off of him, his sweats and boxers shortly after, your eyes dragging across his body, muscles ripped and tattoos for days. He’s a completely different guy from your ex and maybe that’s why he gets your motors going more. If you were with Sukuna, there’s no way you’d be able to wait.

“Whoa slow down, princess,” he chuckles as you push him down against your bed, but his dick print against his pants says otherwise. Even then, as you hover over him on your knees, your hands teasing at the hem of your dress, Sukuna looks at you shamelessly, his eyes savouring every inch of your body that it can devour. When you take your dress off, achingly slow, he swallows the lump in his throat, your lace black lingerie practically begging to be taken off. “Fucking beautiful.”

You sit on top of him, both of you equally aroused, his cock throbbing against your clothed clit and your hips instinctively grinding against him. His hands grip your waist, pushing you down on him even more.

“Someone’s impatient,” you comment, scrunching your nose, the way he’s struggling to control himself underneath you making you giggle. “Have you only been able to cum by jerking off to me?”

You’re really a piece of work, Sukuna’ll give you that. That smug grin and those perfect tits, you should be illegal. Still, he hooks his index finger around your bra, pulling you down to him so you’re face to face.

“That’s right, still gonna make me wait?” Because you’re right, no matter how much he’d rather you weren’t. Jerking off in his room remembering what you looked like writhing under him isn’t the worst, so he’ll admit it.

Just like that, a simple little admittance and you’re already a little stunned, and Sukuna’s a little too frustrated—from both his earlier tryst and the four days of waiting—to wait anymore. Taking advantage of your slight falter, he pushes your underwear to the side, pushing slowly inside you—just because he likes to see your face when he does.

“T-too big—” you squeeze your eyes shut, his cock threatening to split you open.

Sukuna pulls your hair to one side, tucking a lock behind your ear, gentle fingers pulling your cheeks down for a quick peck on the forehead. “Then I guess we’d better make you get used to it, huh?”

You let the uncharacteristically tender kiss fly over your head, too consumed by the pleasure to fully comprehend anything. By the time he’s fully inside you, all you hear is his hushed whispers of good girl and then move. Last you remember, you’d intended to make him beg for it but somehow you’re already listening to him, your hips moving and chasing that same pleasure Sukuna’s looking for. His hands move up to undo your clasp, letting your bra fall off your body and onto the floor.

Looking at you like this, underwear pushed to the side, perfect tits bouncing as he fucks you, your pretty face threatening to break apart—Sukuna can’t help but groan because fuck has he said you’re perfect?

Unlike everyone else, with you, he can feel the high coming. When you move like that, when you clench around him so tight, even just by the sound of your saccharine moans; Sukuna’s already so dangerously close. Why is it so easy for you?

“Close already?”

There you go again, you and your teasingly smug voice, though it’s not irritating when it comes from you. No, when it comes from you, it’s sexy.

“All your fucking fault for making me wait so long,” he hisses through broken moans, both of you drowning in each other.

You take the initiative this time, kissing him just to shut him up, though you’re amused by just how much you managed to get under his skin by doing so little. “Mmm, thought it was more fun that way.”

A total lie, but much better than letting him know that you were vexed about any possible feelings that could come in between your friendship. Probably not from Sukuna, you think, because he has a track record for never being compassionate about any human being ever. Sometimes you think he’s the devil incarnate and that you’re lucky enough to be the one exception to his cardinal rule of being an asshole to everyone.

Sukuna grips your ass all of a sudden, squeezing it tight before releasing suddenly and giving it a tight slap, the sting making you squeal. “Do that again and you’ll get to know just how much I want you.”

There’s something in the way he says that that sounds enticing to you. Either that, or it’s the underlying meaning that you’re not all too sure of. Either way, you involuntarily clench around him and he chuckles upon noticing it, your embarrassment overridden by the surge of emotions you feel as he kisses you again, this time softly, although his hips move the opposite, faster and faster as he tells you “cum with me.”

And you do, his fervent thrusts sending you off the edge, his cum shooting inside of you for the third time this week—a record that the both of you intend on breaking somehow because now that you’ve had a real taste of things, it’s growing into an addiction.

“Ah fuck—you’re still so- fucking tight,” he hisses as you try to pull away, his eyes watching intently as his cum trickles down your thighs, an undeniable fact that right now, that’s where he belongs, between your thighs and no one else’s. Somehow, you collapse on top of him, and it’s nothing new by now—but unlike every other girl, he won’t push you away.

Instead, he lets you lay on top of him, hair a mess and matted with sweat, your underwear stained with his cum and your body melting into his own.

“Thought you were busy,” he reminds you, like the piece of shit he is.

You pinch him on the arm, something that you’re very good at because it actually hurts. “And whose fault is it that I got distracted?”

There’s a low rumbling in his chest, amused by your pouting. It’s at least good to know that he hasn’t been the only one frustrated. Judging by how quick you were to give in to him, looks like you were too.

“Hey, get up,” he whispers, smacking your ass.

You pout even more, tilting your head up to look at him. “What?”

“To shower and clean up, idiot,” he tells you, as if you’re stupid for asking.

But again, you know Sukuna better than everyone else, so you ask him again, “you just wanna fool around in the shower, don’t you?”

And judging by the shameless grin on his face, you have your answer.

[k2ntoss]

UNTITLED N°1 !! demon dean

(gif from pinterest, credits to the owner)

tw ⭒ minors dni, SMUT, dirty talk, dean x f!reader, did i already said this is demon dean shit???? i am vibrating on another level istg, fingering (f. receiving), sex toys (vibrator), spanking, oral (m. receiving), p in v, public space, unprotected sex, etc.

a/n ⭒ ian i swear i'll hunt you down for giving me ideas EVERY FUCKING DAY and yeah, implicit the fact of the lipgloss stuff i wrote for jason but a bit different here, it's 1 am and i'm going back home from a party so prob no proof read, shhhh

words count ⭒ 2.505 (at this point i don't even dream of doing something short)

dean was changed since the last time you saw him, right before he received the mark of cain and way before he turned into a damn demon, sam and you looked for him for days until you stumbled with him outside of a night club which wasn't the best situation to find the guy who was supposed to be your boyfriend, the one that once treated you like the most important thing on his life and now only thought of you as another one night stand.

and what are you doing at a night club? well, long night and almost no sleep so you decided to take baby for a ride and maybe look for dean and here you are, standing in front of him while you fight the urge to punch him right across the face when you notice the lipstick smudges he has all over his jaw and neck "you're fucking amazing, dean" the sarcasm that drips from your voice seems to amuse him, dean grins at you with arms crossed over his chest as he walks closer "looks like you can't remember you shouldn't take the things that don't belong to you, sweetheart" he ignores your annoyance completely, walking around you with heavy steps almost as if he was a predator and you were a sick little animal to hunt and torture.

"yeah? i couldn't care less, what the hell are you doing here?" right behind the club the parking lot is almost empty, the led lights drawing shades on your bodies and the muffled music being almost completely hushed by your voice "having fun, can't a man have fun with a bunch of pretty girls? or are you getting jealous?" he has always had a smart mouth but this time his words do hurt a little but they also fuel your anger "you're being an ass, dean" words come out as a growl, avoiding his question because he already knows the answer damn well, it doesn't take humanity to understand that she loved the dean she used to know and that this dean only made her remember him but here again, he couldn't care less about your feelings right now.

"and you're being a pain in the ass, darling" he'll reply once he's in front of you, a devilish smirk on his lips at the same time he leans in making your heart rush because even with dean being a demon there was still an ounce of the man you loved and that minimal part of him still wanted you and only you, it was enough for it to take over and make you notice the glimpse of desire he had, a growing need to press his lips on yours and pin you against the impala, the same one that has already been the place for a good amount of the times you've let yourself melt into each other's touch and oh, if the evil side of dean hasn't used those memories to get off to your vulnerable image when you tremble under your lover. the way he stands so close to you, how he looks at your lips and licks his owns makes you shiver, making your lips part before he gives into your dean's needs; his lips are over yours, a bruising kiss as his hands grip your waist roughly, his touch making you moan from the pain his hands inflicted on your flesh.

once he pulled back you were panting and dean was living for that, his hand ran until it was on your neck "i think i have something in mind that you could enjoy, i miss someone misses fucking you dumb..." he whispers while tilting your head up to make you look up at him, green eyes fixed on yours made feel hypnotized until the point you walked to the passenger seat as dean got behind the steering wheel, the sigh making you even more hungry because the way he drove always made things to you. dean made the engine roar, pulling into the road until you both were sure it was safe to start anything. dean leaned to your side, his arm going behind your sit until he was able to reach a small vibrator he had used before with you, one of your road adventures from the past "are you gonna be good for me?" his voice was filled with a hint of what felt like mischief but also that cockiness that was part of him, you knew that maybe this wasn't the best idea, you should be the one driving to take dean back to the bunker but you mind was full of the bunch of memories of your boyfriend's dick deep inside of you and that was enough to make you forget any other responsability for at least a while, it had been a good long time since the last time you had any kind of sexual interaction thanks to him so, why not take the chance? so you nodded at him, lips pressed in a thin line as you waited for his next move.

there's a smirk on dean's face as he drives single handled, twisting the small vibrator between his fingers, dropping it on your thigh while you shift on your seat "sit pretty and spread those pretty legs of yours for me" he orders simply and you obey, legs spread enough for him to reach with his hand, undoing your belt and buttons before he slides two fingers under your clothes, starting to caress you slowly, torturing he plays with your clit circling over it before he pinches it softly making you moan shamelessly "fuck, dean..." you mutter when one of your hands goes to grab his wrist to make him stop when his fingers circle a bit faster "oh, you're being a little killjoy" he taunts with a click of his tongue but he takes his hand off you to grab the toy, turning it on just to slide it until he's able to press it against your sensitive bud, the vibrations making you gasp and hold onto the leather seat "just as slutty as always, aren't you? bet you've been dreaming about being fucked by me a lot lately" words making you moan and buck your hips, your eyes fixed on his movements when dean takes his hand away again, fingers coated on your wetness which he licks while glacing at you, the action only making you squirm in need of his mouth on you "and also as sweet as always, mhm, i could pull over and eat your pussy but i have other things in mind... close your legs, baby, and don't even think you can cum before i say you can."

with your legs closed the vibrator was pressed a little harder on your clit, it makes you sigh and whimper in the five eternal minutes it takes dean to find a good place to pull over, behind a small bar. he opens the door, getting to the back seat and sitting there, legs spread and his arms across the back of the seat "aren't you gonna come here, baby?" he asks teasingly, of course he was asking you to walk yourself out of the car and to the back seat, shaky legs and overstimulated, cursing him on your mind but still growing needier so when you get off the car and open the back door you can't help but bite your lip when dean is there undoing his belt and taking it off slowly with his eyes glued to you "come here and lay on my lap, sweetheart" he takes your hand in his, pulling you in taking advantage of your weak legs to make you lay on his lap, tummy flat over the seat while your hips rest over his legs when he closes the door before his hand stops on your ass, stroking you softly as he started to pull your jeans down slowly exposing your silky panties, chuckling lowly at the sight of the wet spot between your legs where the vibrator was still making you squirm and moan "so fucking wet, mhm? thought you would be harder to break down... such a easy whore" dean's voice is as rough and low as all the times you've found yourself so needy and hot for him, the big difference was that right now he was indeed a big bad wolf about to eat you alive.

every thought was erased of your head as soon as you felt his belt comming down to hit your ass, making you moan as dean's free hand snaked between your thighs to pull off the vibrator "oh, the little girl enjoys being spanked? you have a pretty sick mind, huh, you like being treated as a slut?" another spank falls on your rear, making you squirm and hold back a loud whimper before you nod "i love it... when you treat me like that" you moan, your reaction brings a wide grin to his face as he lets the leather belt fall again on your ass, the red marks of it standing over your skin as a sing of the way it would bruise by the morning, fuel for dean to keep it up until your cheeks were all red, your hips up with your ass on the air and your eyes teary from how much you needed him "god... dean, please" you beg and he growls at your voice.

"down. on your knees" he is quick to command, making you kneel on the floor, sitting all pretty and obedient between his legs as he undoes his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers making your mouth water at how hard his dick was in front of you "open that pretty mouth of yours, i want to fuck your face" the amount of dirty words turning you, leaning in you place your hands on his thighs while your tongue runs over his lenght tasting him and moaning softly at the way dean is looking at you. the growl he lets out when your lips are wrapped around his tip is gutural, his left hand going to grab a handful of your hair while you suck on him, tiny licks on him that leave your lips shiny from his precum "never thought a slut could look as pretty as you, mhm, those lips all pretty and shiny for me" he says in a low and raspy tone before he pulls your head by your hair, pressing his cock between your lips to make you swallow him right before he starts to move you, his hands making you bob your head causing you to gag and choke. your eyes are closed but it doesn't stop a few tears from falling from your eyes while dean pushes his dick into your mouth, throat fucking you between growls and moans of pure pleasure, smirking each time you gag and chuckling when he lets you pull away to breath but it doesn't take you too much until you're again looking to put his dick into your mouth "oh, baby so hungry... a needy whore that loves choking on my cock"

you whine when dean pulls you away from him, his hand grips your hair to bring you back to his lap but this time he makes you sit with your back pressed against his chest "i need to fuck that sweet pussy of yours, sweetheart, wanna see you ride me like a fucktoy" he whispers into your ear before making you lean forward, your ass perfectly pressed against him and a nice view of your hips and waist when he lifts you up and pulls your panties to the side before pushing his dick inside your snug walls in a rough thrust "so damn thight... gonna make you scream, baby" dean growls while his hands hold your waist to urge you to start moving.

at first you're just grinding your hips against his, feeling his dick moving inside of you in a way that made you moan softly but the need building inside your tummy made your movements change into quick and sloppy hops while you held yourself on the front seats, tits bouncing and your ass slapping against his body "that's a good bunny, fucking yourself on my cock like a good slut" a low moan escapes his lips and his hands are sliding under your black top, lifting the fabric until his hands are squeezing your breasts "you know how i love it when you're not wearing anything under your shirts? love this perfect tits of yours" you moan when his fingers are toying with your nipples at the same time he decides to move his hips to meet your movements, making him reach deeper inside of you.

anyone who came out of the bar sober enough could see what was going out inside of the impala, the sight of you bouncing with your eyes closed and mouth open as you moaned loudly enough to be heard if someone came closer to the car, it only turned you on more and it showed in the way your pussy clenched around dean like a vice, his strokes only going faster and harder when your legs started to fail you to keep on bouncing on him "who would have thought you would like to be seen getting fucked like a whore, mhm, you enjoy the way everyone knows you're getting dicked down so good, baby?" and you nod, your moans making it hard for you to speak properly, dean is laughing at you and it's humillating but it also makes you hornier "dean... i need to cum, please" your pleas are met with a hard squeeze on your tits and a hard thrust "really, bunny?" he asks with a smirk, hands back on your waist before he leans in to press a kiss on your back "do it, baby, cum all over my cock" and it takes you nothing, your pussy is squeezing him hard making a dark growl escape him and you're about to ask him to fill you up when dean lifts you, sitting you on his lap " 'm not filling your greedy pussy, love, not like you deserve it" he grunts, his hand around his dick as he strokes himself.

dean growls behind you, he's fisting his cock and moving his hand using your wetness to make his task easier and the lewd sounds make you eager to feel his hot load wherever he wants to put it on you "mhm, want me to cum on your dirty body, slut?" he asks with a smirk as his hand slows down for a bit "yes, please..." you say softly and it's the only thing dean needs before he cums behind you, white streaks painting your back and ass as he bites your shoulder harshly "there you go, huh... such a nasty whore" dean mutters on your neck, kissing your skin and nibbling on it "the best fuck i've had lately"

[deanscherrypie69]

Tell Me You Love Me D.W.🌧️

Dean Winchester X!GirlfriendFemaleReader

Warnings: 18+ is advised! language(maybe like twice?) angst sm angst- sad Dean and Sad Reader. I’ve been trying not to use Y/n in many of my fics but.. lmk if you like this way better!! Pls don’t post my stories anywhere except tumblr 🩷

Feedback is always appreciated!! Don’t forget to comment and reblog!! My inbox is open (Not for requests tho!)

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“Just say it Dean, for me?"

You watch as Dean knocks back another shot. "Can't-" He says twirling the small glass between his finger.

You’d been poking him for hours, you knew he felt the same way… right?

You groan hoping off the bar stool. "I need some air." You mumble grabbing your jacket off the chair. Dean feels the cold air hit his back. He looks over his shoulder and watches you disappear outside.

He had known what you had wanted him to say it But he couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to do it. Part of him was sacred. Scared of loosing you.

🌧️🌧️🌧️ Once outside you tugged your jacket closer to your body, it had been a windy day in Kansas. It was about to be fall, your favorite season.

You watch as the leaves begin to fall from the trees.

The bar wasn't to packed tonight. There had been a few cars in the lot including Dean’s

You press your body against the brick of the budling. A stray tear falls down your cheek. It had been threating to come out. You had been with Dean for about two years now.

You have loved him, a lot. And he knew that, you even told him.

"I love you Dean."

The words you had told him after a bad hunt. You remembred him looking at you, he didn't say anything. And that hurt you the most. So ever since then. You'd been begging him to say it. But he wouldn't.

Why were you two even togther then? You thought.

Leaning off the brick wall you storm back into the bar.

Dean was still where you left him, instead of shots he had switched to a beer.

"Why are we even togther?" You breathing was ragged as you stood behind him. His body face the bar.

Dean spins around in his chair. "What.” He says with a confused tone.

"Why. Are. We. Togther." You repeat. Your voice was laced with anger. A few people had turned around in your direction.

Dean reaches into his pocket. Hr throws a few twenty dollar bills on the counter for whatever he was drinking, and for the half of beer you'd had earlier.

"Come on." Dean says reaching for your arm, but you quickly pull away. He knew he was in deep shit. Never once have you not wanted him to touch you.

Dean opens the door to outside, letting you step out first. The cold air hits his face, oh how he hated this type of weather.

Once outside you spin to look at him. “What are we doing Dean!” You shout throwing your arms up in the air.

Dean huffs and reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out his keys.

“Get in the car it’s cold out.”

You roll your eyes and follow his orders. Walking to the passenger side door you open it. And slide inside.

Dean follows suit. He closes the car door behind him.

“What are we.” You say turning to face your boyfriend.

The green eyed man turns to look at you.

“You’re my girlfriend.” He says with a smirk. You can smell the alcohol on his breath.

You shake your head and begin to fiddle with the sleeves of your jacket.

“Doesn’t feel like it.”

Dean adjusts in his spot.

“Dean-“ You shake your head. “You know I love you right?”

Dean nods at your words. “I know,” he says reaching over to put the keys in the car.

“Why won’t you say it-“

Dean puts the car in drive and begins to drive away. “Seatbelt.” He points.

You huff and ready over to put it on.

“You can’t avoid the question Dean.” You say with an attitude.

Sure he can, he always does. He thinks to himself.

Dean reaches over and turns on the radio. Something Def Leppard by plays softly.

Your anger has begun to boil back up. Why had he been avoiding the question. All you wanted him wanted him to do was tell you he loved you.

“Stop the car.” You say reaching to pull your seatbelt off.

Dean doesn’t listen he continues to drive.

“Stop the car!” You repeat.

Dean presses on the break. The car door flies open. You fling off your seatbelt then exit the car. "Dean!" You scream, looking up at the night sky. You felt a few rain drops on your face. "I can't keep doing this." Your voice cracked, with hurt.

You look over to see Dean leaning on his car with his arms crossed, "Why won't you tell me?" You say with a sniffle.

Dean 's eyes don't meet yours instead the meet the ground.

"Just say it Dean, please." You give the green-eyed man one last chance.

He lifts his head to look at you, "I can't-" he says his voice breaking.

You nod, slowly backing away from the man. You begin to walk down the darkened street.

"Where are you going!" Dean shouts.

Not responding you walk faster, the heels of your boots clicking on the road below you.

You gasp when you feel a hand on your arm. You freeze in your spot. You knew it was Dean, you could smell his cologne. You felt his breath on the back of your neck.

Dean spins you around to look at him. "Let me go Dean." You warn.

His eyes were soft. “You wanna know why I can't say it??

“Why.”

Dean huffs, “I’m scared Y/n I’m so fucking scared-“ he begins. You watch as Dean swallows hard. “I’m scared of loosing you-“ he says with a shaky breath. “Everything I love, eventually.. leaves me. Or- something worse. And I don’t want that happening you. I couldn’t live with myself if it did.”

Dean had a stray tear slip down his cheek, you reach your hand up to wipe it away.

Before you could reply, rain starts falling down on you both hard.

Your eyes never leaving Dean’s, “you’re not gonna loose me Dean, I’m not gonna let that happen.”

“How do you know?” Dean says.

Both of you were soaked with rain but you didn’t care.

“Because I love you, and I always know that you’ll be there to protect me, no matter what.” You say with a laugh. “You’re not gonna loose me Dean Winchester, cause I’m not going anywhere.”

Dean nods at your words, his tears were mixed with the rain. “I love you.” He says grabbing the back of your head, bringing your lips together.

Dean was the first to pull away. “I love you too.” You pull away from him and begin to dance in the rain.

“Dance with me!” You squeal jumping around.

Dean doesn’t leave you hanging for long he begins to swing you around and around.

He loved you. And you loved him. You couldn’t ask for anything more.🩷

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Lmk if you’d liked to be added to my Dean tag list!!🩷🩷

[deangirlsstuff67]

Good Girl

MOC! Dean x Reader

Warnings: Praise, sex toys, MOC! Dean, bondage, Unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, anal play, P in V, dirty talk

Summary: Dean and Sam are fighting yet again. You hear glass shatter against a wall, followed by a very angry Sam slamming his door. Feeling brave, you go in search of Dean.

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They're at it again. Those two fight worse than a married couple these days. Makes sense given the current situation we all find ourselves living in. I just don't think angering Dean is the wisest choice, he's already on the edge most days. It would take a soft wind to blow him over.

Sadly, your new to hunting, meaning the guys don't listen to you on a good day. Couple years ago Dean and Sam saved your crazy ass when a nest of vampires came to town and killed your family. You are 22 years old and bought the boys enough whiskey at the local bar to make them agree you could come back to the bunker.

Dean tries to avoid you as much as possible. While you don't get the feeling he hates you, you do know you make him uncomfortable.

Sam has taken you under his wing as a little sister. Teachs you the basics of fighting and makes you read lore book after lore book. And in this place I think I'll be dead before I get through it all.

Even Cas has taken a liking to you. He teaches you about angels and you teach him how to be less awkward, it's sort of working.

Glass shattering brings you back to the present.

Well fuck, that can't be a good sign. Moments later heavy, angry foot steps deasend the hallway and a door slams. Sam's door, meaning Dean's still out there... pissed.

With a loud sigh you get out of bed. You're wearing one Dean's flannels and black lacy underwear. You've always had a crush on the older Winchester. Tonight you're hoping the outfit will work like armor. Dean's a ladies man after all, and your not bad looking if you say so yourself.

Slowly and quietly you make your way towards the command center in search of the ticking time bomb known as Dean. This is most definitely a bad idea but you can't stand the thought of him alone with all that rage running through his veins.

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The scene you walk in on saddens your soul. Dean has the bottle of amber liquor sitting beside him as he stares at the wall and broken glass. So lost in his own head he doesn't hear me coming until I'm standing in front of him.

Those bright green eyes rake up and down my body, the farther they travel the darker they become. When he drags his eyes back to mine they are damn near pitch black. Lust sparkling in them.

Oh fuck.

You try to sound strong and confident, but let's face it this man melts you into a puddle at his feet.

"Dean..." your voice is higher than normal, barely above a whisper, "are you o... okay?"

His breathing is labored, coming out in deep puffs that shake his shoulders. To look at him you'd think he was on the verge of murder. But it's his eyes, they tell a very different story.

"That’s my shirt y/n." The way your name rolls of his tongue is dangerous. Sending a warmth straight to your core, making you involuntarily squeeze your thighs together.

His eyes snap down to your soaking core. Shit, he noticed. Of course he did, wouldn't be a good hunter if he didn't have reflexes of a cat.

"I didnt think you'd mind. I need to do laundry. " You go to reach for his hand but he stands abruptly. Without a word he turns to leave the room, and you.

Why Dean.

Not this time. You rush him from behind but your plan back fires. Next thing you know Dean has you pinned against the wall and his hard body. Very hard... ALL of it.

After a couple moments of silence you have to ask, "why do you always run from me?"

A smile curls those perfectly soft lips before he lightly pumps his hips into yours, making his hard cock rub deliciously against your dripping core.

Well fuck, it's not that he hates me, it's that he likes me... a lot.

Now or never y/n.

Feeling brave you look him dead in the eye and ask, "why don't you use some of that pent up anger for some good big guy?" Finishing off by grabbing his cock through his jeans, hard.

Groaning, Dean rips you off the wall and down the hall.

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Bondage. Should have seen this coming in hindsight. The man thrives on control. Even more so now.

Here I am tied to Dean's bed via handcuffs. The beautiful specimen in his black boxers looking down at me as he pushes the small vibrator straight onto my bundle of nerves, again.

"Such a good girl for me. Think you have one more in that tight little pussy for me?" He moves a finger down to the plug he worked into my tight channel and softly taps.

My head is spinning from the previous orgasms he's pulled from my body already, the most I can do is let out a loud moan in answer.

This is a side of Dean I've never experienced before. He's enjoying making me cock drunk. Thriving on the power it supplies him. At least if the ever growing wet spot at the top of his boxers is any indication.

"Beg me sweetheart. Beg for my cock to fill you, stretch you." My eyes are closed but I know he's close. I can feel his hot breath on my cheek as he leans down to whisper in my ear.

"Dean... pl.. please can I.. I have your co.. cock"

"You're sound so pretty when you beg Princess." He lifts the vibrator off my clit just before another orgasm rips through my body. I whimper at the lose making him laugh.

Before I have time to protest my lose, Dean positions himself between my shaking thighs and feeds his rock hard dick into my soaking core.

Groans echo off the walls of his room as we adjust to the feel of each other. He's huge. That big dick cocky energy isn't a lie, the man's packing.

"Y/N you feel amazing wrapped around my cock." Slowly he pulls out until nothing but the tip is left then he slams back in. Handcuffs rattling from the movement.

He takes me hard and fast. Working both of us into a frenzy of moans and whimpers. Soon I'm clamping down on his cock making it harder for him to pull out as I scream his name and flood his member and thighs.

It's all it takes to send him over the edge as he joins me. Rope after rope of warm cum fills my quivering walls. He's Cummings so hard I can feel it begin to leak out of me and down my thighs.

Dean collapses onto my worn-out body. Only moving to undo the handcuffs and bring my arms down to massage as he catches his breath. Once we are back on planet Earth, he eases his soften dick from my abused core, the mixture of us leaking out.

Memorized for a moment, he takes his fingers and gently pushes it back inside me, causing my to whimper.

Dean smiles down at me, satisfied and moves to the bathroom to clean up and bring me a wet cloth. After he's done cleaning us up, he grabs my body and man handles it to a postion of his liking as we cuddle together.

Moments pass in silence before Dean speaks, "thank you. That was exactly what I needed to calm the mark. You're amazing sweetheart."

"Anything for you Dean."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

A soft giggle leaves my lips, "not in a bad way."

Dean sends me a naughty smirk and wink before taking my lips in a passionate kiss.

"Get some rest Princess, I have plans for us when we wake."

It's the last I hear before sleep takes my exhausted body into the land of slumber, dreaming of tomorrow and what awaits me.

[ginnyw-potter]

Quiet morning

Harry sat in the armchair in the common room, lost in thought. Suddenly something touched his arm and he nearly jumped off the couch. “Fuck!” He turned around only to find Ginny beside him.

She raised an eyebrow. “Good morning to you.”

He took a deep breath. “You scared the shit out of me!” he whispered loudly. He recomposed himself. “Morning.”

She stepped over the side of the armchair, forcefully taking a spot beside him, squeezed together in the seat. She kissed him softly, he eagerly leaned in.

“You’re up early,” she said when she leaned away.

He nodded, pulling her legs to lie across his lap. “Between your brother and Dean, I figured I’d get up early and avoid both of them at least for an hour or two.”

She grimaced. “Oh yeah, that’s not a great combination.”

“Not exactly.” He chuckled. “Don’t worry, I have been up against worse… Why are you up early?”

“Same reason really,” she said. She leaned her head on his shoulder.

“If you had an ex-girlfriend and a sibling of mine in your dorm, I’d be sincerely surprised,” Harry said.

She lifted her head back up and looked at him. “Well, not that. They were pestering me with questions yesterday evening and I wanted to avoid that now.”

“I’m sorry,” he told her sincerely.

She smiled at him. “It’s not your fault you’re so interesting,” she said with a mocking tone.

He leaned into her and their lips met again. They kissed slowly, taking advantage of the empty Common Room. Her tongue teased his lips and he kissed her deeper, angling his body towards her more, his arm coming around Ginny. He couldn’t get enough of kissing her, the way her hands slid across his skin, how her body curved into his so they could eliminate all space between them. It had been less than 24 hours and it was so exhilarating and comforting at the same time.

Ginny leaned away, smiling with her eyes still closed. She opened them softly. “You should always kiss me good morning like that.”

He grinned at her. “You won’t hear me object.”

She kissed his cheek. “Let’s go to breakfast before everyone else is up. I could use a quiet meal.” She stood up and held out her hand. He stood up and took it.

[smellingofpoetry]

The right ones

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Mary Winchester (mentioned)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: People always leave him.

Square/s Filled: Whiskey (@spnchristmasbingo), heartbreak (TMAS Bingo - @supernatural-jackles)

Warnings: angst, fluff, Mary isn’t the mother of the year

Words count: 1018

Beta: @akshi8278 🖤

A/N:  Hi!!! I’ve been quite busy lately, and I didn’t always have the time to sit and write. So, I’m learning how to take some time just for myself and write. I guess it’s working because here I’m. The idea for this fic came out of nowhere. I was actually thinking about Bones, this other old show I loved so much. I remembered this sweet scene with Booth and Brennan, where she asked him if he needed time and space. I always loved that scene, so I decided to take that quote and see how it sounded with Supernatural. The result is not that bad if you asked me but let me know what you think. Oh, and stay tuned because a lot of new things are coming your way soon. Enjoy! 🖤

She left him, again.

She did it right before Christmas, of all time. Who does that? His mom, apparently. He sighed while letting himself slip down the floor, his back resting against the bed. His mind was still too busy reliving the argument with his mom when a soft knock at the door caught his attention. Dean looked up just in time to see Y/N's head peeking inside the room. Shit, he thought when he saw her. He had totally forgotten they had plans that night.

"Hi..." She whispered, unsure.

"Oh sorry, I forgot about the movie."

"It's alright, don't worry about it," Y/N reassured him whit one of her gentle smiles. She slipped inside the room a bit more without entering properly, leaning to the door half opened. Dean watched her lingering at the entrance of his room, moving from one foot to the other. He never saw her so unsure, not around him at least.

"Did Sam tell you what happened?" He asked her, tilting his head to the side. Y/N sighed, resting her temple against the wooden door. She thought she wasn't being that obvious, but, apparently, she was wrong.

"Yeah. He also said you might need some time..." She whispered, gnawing at her lip. She glanced down, suddenly very interested in her shoes. "Do you? Need time, I mean." She asked him, peeking in his direction and catching him staring at her.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Okay."

"Okay."

Still biting her lip, Y/N glanced behind her ready to leave him alone. She was about to turn away and close the door when she stopped. Before she could even register what was happening her mouth was moving on her own accord.

"Do you need time and space?"

Dean's eyes never really left her. He saw her hesitation and when he was sure she would have left him too, she turned around catching him off guard.

"Just time..." he answered, giving her a barely there smile.

"Good, 'cause I brought the good stuff."

Y/N smiled at that, slipping inside the room, and showing him the whiskey bottle she was holding. She walked towards the bed, slid down next to him, and offered him the bottle. Dean took it and, without saying a word, took a long swig. He cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand before passing the bottle to her. Y/N took a sip of it, tasting the strong flavor of the liquor before passing it to him again. He took the bottle again without drinking this time. He leaned forward on his knees, trying to avoid her eyes, and ducking his head down she heard him sigh.

"People always leave me."

It was just a whisper and yet those few words managed to break her heart.

"Is it me?"

"Dean..."

"Am I doing something wrong?"

The moment she heard his voice quivering at the end her eyes filled with tears. Y/N leaned against him, laying her head on his shoulder while one of her arms sneaked between his in search of his hand. Against his better judgment, Dean opened his hand welcoming hers. His fingers closed around her warm skin almost afraid to see her go away too.

"Nothing's wrong with you."

"Then, why?" He whispered, leaning against her, letting his cheek rest on her forehead.

"It's not you, Dean. People leave all the time for multiple reasons."

He kept quiet, trying to process what she had just said to him. Maybe she was right; maybe it wasn't his fault. Not really anyway, even though it felt like it.

"How do I make people stay?"

Y/N swore her heart cracked a bit more for him and at that moment she knew: the world didn't deserve Dean Winchester. She let him go for a minute, turning towards him to get a better look at his face. She let her fingers travel along his stubble cheek, smiling at him.

"You don't, but that's okay. The right ones will stay by your side without you needing to ask them," she assured him, watching him leaning against her touch.

Dean swallowed hard, following the warmth of her fingers. She was about to let him go when he took hold of her hand, squeezing it between his warm ones. He leaned against the bed frame; his head turned to the side to have a better look at her features with their hands on his lap. His brow furrowed while her words echoed in his head.

The right ones will stay by your side without you needing to ask them.

"What about you?" he asked her, searching her eyes.

"What about me?"

"Do I have... I mean, are you...?" he stumbled, unsure of how to ask her.

To be honest, he wasn't even sure of what he was trying to ask her. He was just worried to see her walk away from him too. He knew that, in the worst case, he still had Sam. So, he wouldn't be completely alone, but he knew that losing Y/N too would definitely break his heart. He had already said goodbye to his mom, and he had to do it for a second time. He couldn't even say if it had hurt more now or when he was a kid, not that it mattered. And yet, if he really thought about it, he had to admit that he was somehow used to his mother's absence. The only difference was that this time was her choice to leave, which had hurt the most if he was being honest.

But with Y/N?

He wasn't used to not having her around, not speaking to her, not watching a movie with her, or simply enjoying a car ride together. And some part of him didn't even want to think how miserable his life without her in it could be.

"You're stuck with me, Winchester." she winked at him with a smile on her lips.

Dean's lips curved upward at that. He looked away, feeling his cheeks getting warmer under her gaze.

"I like the sound of that," he whispered, and his heart felt less heavy.

[foolondahill17]

Sam lunges, baseball bat raised, prepared to brain the silhouette of the intruder. The shadow jolts backward, raising both hands.

"Whoa - whoa! Easy, tiger!"

Sam stumbles at the voice and narrowly avoids slamming his baseball bat into his brother's skull.

"Dean?" He asks in a voice dangerously near a yelp.

"Yeah - get that thing out of my face." Dean's teeth flash in the stripe of light filtered through the blinds from the streetlamps. "Not interested in getting grand slam dunked, dude."

Sam drops the baseball bat to his side. The kitchen light flares on, and both Dean and Sam frantically blink to adjust to the change. Behind him, Jess barks, "What the hell is going on?"

Panic surges inside Sam's body. Dean and Jess in the same room. This is bad. This is very, very bad.

"Oh - hiya, sweetheart," Dean recovers first. He claps Sam on the shoulder, and Sam feels his touch like an electric shock. It's been nearly four years since he's touched his brother. Nearly three since he's heard his voice. "Wanted to drop by, see how the little bro was holding up. You're graduating this week, right? Well, consider this your present."

Dean spreads his arms, and he grins, but it occurs to Sam that Dean doesn't look very good. He's thin in a way that looks deflated, like he's lost a lot of weight in a short amount of time. There are dark circles like bruises around his eyes and about a week's worth of whiskers on his jaw.

"You broke into our apartment?" Jess snaps. Sam knows he should back her up, but his tongue is swollen in the back of his throat.

"Eh, didn't wanna wake you up by buzzing in."

"That's kind of you," Jess says coolly.

"You know me - always thinking about others," Dean quips. "Hey - and there's someone I want you to meet." He cranes his neck so he's looking below the kitchen island, where Sam's view is blocked by the cabinets. "Hey, Benj? You can come out now, honey."

Shuffling, and then a little boy pops his head around the island's edge. Jess audibly gasps. Sam's jaw hangs open.

The little boy scrambles to his feet and runs behind Dean's leg, small fists clutching at his jeans, burying his face in Dean's thigh. Sam doesn't know shit about kids, but he looks about five or six.

Dean pats the little boy's head, stroking his dark hair. "That was really good," he tells the kid. "You hid just like I told you. You wanna meet your Uncle Sammy and, ah," he looks at Jess. His eyes linger on her chest, and, insanely, Sam experiences a brief rush of relief: at least that's something familiar in a sea of bizzarro surprises. "Your Aunt Smurfs?"

"Jess," Jess breathes, all the heat leeched out of her.

"Sam - ah, Jess," Dean pats the little boy's head and grins. "This is Ben."

There's no more of this AU. I fucking refuse to start another wip. Even though I already have this idea completely plotted in my head. Hit me with Sam's baseball bat if I put anything else down on paper.

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, 3x9, A Deep Fried Korean Thanksgiving, Part III--"Lorelai Mourns Her Breakup WIth Dean--WTF Is Wrong With This Bish, No Seriously, Someone Needs To Study Her in A Lab Or Something" OR "Doofus In A Green Apron And the Woman Who Loved Him" Or "Supermarket Seduction: The Lorelai Gilmore Affair"

I'm kinda obsessed with playing Brand Name I Spy whenever someone visits Doose's. It's kinda fun to play Stars Hollow Anthropologist and figure out how these curious creatures live, what products they subsist on. In this scene I spotted (deep breath) Whiskas Cat Food, Ring Pops,Alpo and Pedigree Dog Food, Barilla Pasta Sauce, Princella Canned Sweet Potatoes, A1 Steak Sauce, Carnation Canned Milk, Sunkist Orange Soda, Dole bananas, Planters cashews ,Lindt chocolate, Dentyne Ice Gum, Uncle Ben's Rice, some kind of Ragu instant meal, Ocean Spray pie filling, Symphony chocolate bars, Vaseline and a variety of lotions (for which Jess is grateful), Band Aids, Stove Top Stuffing, Campbell's Soup, Gatorade, Mylanta, Pepcid, Ponds cream, Advil (both regular and a fruit flavored Children's variety), SO MUCH TYLENOL, Snuggle Detergent, Bounce Fabric Softener, Q Tips, Bactine, Neosporin, Quilted Northern wet wipes, Chapstick, 2 ginormous boxes of Kraft Instant Mac & Cheese, a WHOLE LOT of First Response pregnancy tests and ovulation kits (every one of these brands is still in existence 22 years later, btw) Aaaand last but not least: Kirk, A grown ass woman with a sick obsession over her daughter's teenage ex boyfriend, and a doofwad wearing a green apron.

The way those pregnancy tests are so fucking prominent in the background is sending me into orbit. Who is even getting laid in The Hollow besides Babette/Morey and Miss Patty, and they're past menopause. Things Doose's Market does not sell: Condoms Things Doose's Market does sell: Cigarettes (there's a "We Card" placard on the register)

The WB network was truly the place to be for product placement in the early 2000s.

SHE'S GOIN IN FOR THE KILL! da dum da dum da dum dadumdumdumdumdum

The two of them making eye contact across the market. PLEASE!

Dean: OH SHIT. SHE'S HERE. GO LIMP, FORRESTER.

The way she looks at him! I ship them so hard! I also ship Dean's face with the business end of a speeding train!

What kind of slave driver is Taylor Doose for making Dean work on Thanksgiving? Please make him work every holiday, Taylor. His family won't miss him. (I know that here in the US quite a lot of supermarkets stay open on Thanksgiving, at least for a half day anyway, but like, why isn't Taylor working? He's probably taking a Thanksgiving holiday in Hawaii with the money he's embezzled from all the town fundraisers. Broken bridge my ass). Dean says he's getting paid time and a half for working the holiday, so I will not be calling the Connecticut Board of Labor on Taylor. Luke, meanwhile,continues to pay his nephew in acorns. For what the DALA is worth, it really leans creepily one sided. Lorelai's always coming onto Dean with Dean looking bewildered with the milf seduction. Well, maybe not in this scene from season 4, he was pretty into it by then.

Puke.

Lorelai: I'll give you time and half. in my bed.

L: Dean, Wait... D, slowly turning around clutching packs of Dentyne gum: Yeah? L: I...LOVE YOU. Nah just kidding. We know it actually gets a helluva lot weirder than that.

The look on Doofwad's face says even he knows you're full on delulu. She makes a speech to Dean about how when you live in a small town you shouldn't shit where you eat, metaphorically speaking. I mean, after all the times she's had to scramble to find alternate dining establishments because she had a spat with Luke, she should know. Lorelai wants Dean to know that she's done hiding from him. Uhh...

Dean just got the memo that he was avoiding Lorelai.

For as long as I live I will never let you live this line down, Lorelai Gilmore. Salty Gilmore's Gravestone will read: Here Lies SaltyGilmores March 24th, 2022-???? She Recalled That In The Thanksgiving Episode Lorelai Gilmore Told Dean Forrester That They Weren't Broken Up Yet

Dean: Okay, whatever you say, DeLuLu Lady.

Get yourself a partner who looks at you the way Lorelai Gilmore looks at the local teenage bagboy.

That was pretty intense, Deano. Take a deep breath, it'll be okay. Just head over to the lotion aisle and then make yourself comfy in the break room. Lorelai exits the market to meet Rory, seemingly drained, and shaken by the events that just transpired. When Rory (who is now avoiding entering Doose's Market herself in this neverending game of Business Boycott Roulette) asks how it went, Lorelai can barely speak, as if moments ago she had just done all the heavy lifting for her own relationship and not Rory's. Truly twisted stuff, I'm telling ya. (by the way thank you to @ernestonlysayslovelythings (AGAIN) for pointing out that Jess' green coat makes at least one more appearance. I'll have to postpone the Coat Funeral/Ritual Burning To Ward It Of Evil Spirits)

[youtubeyouniversitytherapy]

#1 Check in // July'24 - Matt H.W.

Matt was almost always tired at therapy. He at least had medical conditions that could excuse it, but if he overshot it and was too wired there was no way out of the questioning he would get. So he looks across at Dean Tat with lidded eyes and she stares at him through their first few minutes of therapy. He thinks this might be the lucky day she had given up on him, but just as he curiously tilts his head, she smiles warmly. “How have you been adjusting to the new residents on campus?” She asks, looking at him intently even as her hand makes marks on her notepad. Her pencil sounds so loud… couldn’t this bitch use a pen? No… she’d probably click it and see if she could make him break down. He was being tested. She knew, but there was no body to find. Just a dead man walking that was captive to her office for an hour. She wasn’t his usual but he knew that didn’t mean she won’t know what the other dean knew. She wasn’t a good target for any lying games that get him out of this honesty hour.

“I liked the old ones.” He mutters in reply and turns his eyes out to the outside, the hot sun beams filter through the tree leaves outside to a tolerable heat once it hits the window. 

“I understand that, but all the same, how are they settling in?” “Fine I guess…” he sighs trying to push down the thoughts that like to crawl up from the depths his darkest blues. Tracing the choice tree through what he could have done differently to keep anyone as if it were in his power. “I haven’t met them all… but I really like one of them.” He shrugs.

“Oh go on!” She smiles excitedly, even putting her pen and paper down. Was this truly off the books or did she just know how to make him feel comfortable? 

“I call her Aimee, she calls me Eugene. We don’t know each other’s names its just fun.” He tries to cut off any interpretations of that but she’s giving him that inquisitive look.

“What makes it fun?”

“The mystery? Maybe just like…the joke?” he shrugs and looks away from her gain.“The joke being that you don’t really know each other?” She ask with a tilt of her head and this stupid sympathetic look in her eyes. “Do you feel like you’re having trouble opening up again?” She pushes and he stays quietly looking outside. “Does she remind you of-”

“Of course she does!” He cuts her off, fearing any name she might say. He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Everything reminds me of everything! Hello! It’s one of the reasons I’m here.” He slouches back on the couch and gazes at the trees outside. He peers around the scenery, thinking maybe he’d see him out there, but he knew they knew better than that.

  There’s another break of silence as Dean Tat writes a few notes in her book. Her pencil strokes sound softer, like she was defeatedly muttering these notes than loudly reading him. “You seem on edge.” She says calm and steady, and when his eyes go to meet her scribbling he finds her gaze narrowed right in on him. “Any cravings?” His skin crawls, hairs prickling up. God that made him sound so pathetic! Was he craving anything? Did he wanna have a little cheat day with the girls? 

The worst part about it was that it was true.

He wanted a little treat. He’d try to avoid it and prove he didn’t need it but he’d buckle to have a good time with the girls. Girl. 

“I guess… nothing I can’t handle, especially with Ryan’s support.” He looks back to her, a challenge in his face for her to call him on his shit. “I look at him and it keeps me clean… Wouldn’t want to disappoint him.”

“I’m sure he appreciates that, that it’s very healing for him to see you on the up and up.”Ouch. She was stone cold with a marksman’s precision. He wished she just call him a slur and kick him out.

“I bet.” He gaze falls back to the window as he yawns, laying his head on the back of the couch, severely slumped into it now. “You wouldn’t be able to tell me what he says to you about me, would you?” Why would he ask that? Another yawn, he tries to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

              “Of course I could. It’s about you right? You should know what he says about you.”What?

              “You want to know what he says when he doesn’t talk. You want to know what he hides.”

He doesn’t hide

              “Even from you.”

  “No-” 

  Matt wakes with a start from a laying position on the therapy couch, his head feels like it is filled with syrup that is sloshing around as he tries to move, but as it settles back into place he slowly comes to. His phone is quietly buzzing, Dean Tat is typing at her desk. 

“Fuck….. Sorry.”

“You’re perfectly fine Mathew, I’m aware of your condition.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not embarrassing.” He mutters and remembers why he had his dreadful cravings. The sun was no longer shining through the trees but peeking through the buildings nearby, the golden hour exploding on the horizon. “How long?”

“Maybe forty-five minutes. It’s definitely one way to get out of talking about your feelings.” She shoots him a lighthearted but stern warning in a glance. “Don’t try and make a habit of it, we don’t want to have to hook you up to a vitals machine for every session.” Disheveled and sleepy he has no wit to fight back with, so he just nods, gathers himself and heads out with some generic and mutter goodbyes. He finally answers his phone and frowns against the black glass.

“Sorry, I fell asleep. I’m heading out now.

…… Sorry if I worried you……..

I dunno jus- …..  

  ….. Okay….. 

See you in a second… yeah… 

love you………………..”

[the-rad-pineapple]

dean needs cas so badly it's not even funny

ao3

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They got Cas back.

Jack and Amara had been working on fixing things. Jack said he wants to give up his God powers after they finish fixing the universe. He doesn’t think anyone should have that much power. Dean agrees. Amara is still…whatever she is, but she doesn’t want to get involved. Dean thinks she never has.

On Jack’s last day with his God powers, he and Amara bring Cas back.

And everything should be perfect. Except it isn’t. Dean is still a complete mess, and he was so drunk when Cas came back that he thought he made it up. But Cas is still there the next day. Glued to Jack’s side. How it should be.

And since Dean’s a mature adult with numerous apocalypses under his belt, he handles the situation by entirely avoiding Cas. And it works for a bit. Jack catches Cas up on everything. Hell, there’s a good three weeks where Sam doesn’t leave Cas’ side either. Sometimes Dean forgets how close his brother and Cas are. Dean should’ve been there for Sam. God. He should’ve been there for Jack. But he hadn’t been. He’d been keeping company with whiskey and Netflix. Still is most days. He’s sort of fallen into this hole and doesn't know how to get out. Well, he does. He can ask Sam for help. Sam wants to help him. He only stopped when every interaction he had with Dean turned into a drunken fight. Somehow Dean is just like his father. But Dean doesn’t want to ask for help now. Not when Sam seems to be doing better. Eileen is always over, and she brightens Sam in ways Dean never has. And Cas and Jack have each other. Dean can’t ruin them more than he already has for asking them to clean up his mess. He also overheard them talking about finding a house one night. He drank so hard he threw up for the first time in weeks after hearing that.

Dean hasn’t had a whole lot to drink today. Just a few beers in the morning. He’s decided to deep-clean the bunker since his thoughts are getting louder now that Cas is back. He can’t stand the notion of once having Cas feel the way he’s always wanted without knowing it to going how it is now; they hardly even see each other, and Dean knows Cas doesn’t feel that way anymore. How could he?

Dean’s taken out the racks from the oven and is furiously scrubbing them in the sink. He’s focusing so hard on the task he doesn’t hear Cas until he says,

“Dean?”

Dean doesn’t stop scrubbing even though his heart has jumped into his throat. “Yeah?” His voice is rough from disuse.

“What are you doing?”

Dean rolls his eyes and forces himself to be annoyed. If he allows himself to feel anything else, he thinks he might break. “What does it look like?” he spits out. He wants Cas to go away. He just wants to be left alone. He should’ve had more to drink.

“It appears that you’re cleaning the kitchen at 2am.”

2am? That can’t be right. Dean just woke up a couple hours ago. He glances at the oven clock. 2:07am. Shit. It’s always been difficult to tell time in the bunker, and Dean’s sure all the alcohol hasn’t helped. He just didn’t realize it was this bad.

“Dean,” Cas says softly. He sounds so fucking concerned. It makes Dean’s insides squirm. He doesn’t deserve his concern. He doesn’t even come close to deserving it.

“What.” Dean resumes scrubbing. He hears Cas approach. A few footsteps, and then the angel is standing next to him in his periphery. Dean ignores him and scrubs harder, willing him to go away.

“Dean.” Cas puts a hand on Dean’s right arm.

Dean freezes. He stares at Cas’ hand. He’s gripping Dean gently. He feels so warm and firm. Dean’s hardly looked at Cas since he got back. He hasn’t let himself. He just can’t— Heat builds behind Dean’s eyes, and he’s squeezing them closed to stop the sudden tears from falling down his face.

“Oh, Dean.”

Cas tugs on Dean’s arm, and Dean drops the sponge and the oven rack. The rack loudly clatters into the sink. Cas tugs again, and Dean lets himself be moved. Cas pulls him close. There’s a second where he pauses, and the air is filled with tension. Dean still hasn’t looked up at his face yet. Then Cas is hugging him. Strong arms holding Dean close, pressing Dean into his chest; Dean’s enveloped in Cas’ warmth.

A mangled sob makes its way out of Dean’s throat. He feels stripped bare. He closes his eyes and hugs Cas back. He holds onto him as tightly as he can. He buries his face in Cas’ shoulder to hide his tears as if Cas doesn’t know he’s crying.

And Cas just holds him. Lets him cry.

Dean cries so hard he shakes. He soaks the shoulder of that damn trenchcoat with his tears. He’s so fucking embarassed. Cas should’ve just left him alone. He deserves to be alone.

Eventually, his sobs lessen.

“Dean,” Cas says gently. “What’s going on?”

Dean tenses. “W-what do you mean what’s going on?” It’s louder and more hysterical than he means it to sound. His emotions flow easily. Lubricated by the alcohol. They leak out of him. He can’t seem to rein them in no matter how hard he’s trying. “You—” He has to gasp for a breath because he’s still fucking crying. “You were dead, Cas. You were fucking dead.” More tears stream down his cheeks. Dean is glad Cas can’t see his face. “I—” Dean swallows. Weakly, hardly above a whisper, “It all means nothing when you’re gone.”

Dean feels Cas’ breath hitch. Then one of his arms moves. He’s petting the hair on the back of Dean’s head.

Cas murmurs, “This can’t be just for me. What else is going on?”

“No, you don’t—” Dean pulls back to look Cas in the eyes for the first time. He doesn’t know how he looks. Probably disheveled and deranged. Broken. “You don’t get it. This is all because of you. Cas, I— You’re it for me, okay? I—when you’re gone I just can’t. I can’t. You—you’re…” And Dean doesn’t know what he’s saying. He just knows he’s feeling too much. He’s always been terrible at articulating his feelings with words. He can’t even begin to describe his feelings about Cas. They’re too much. They have to be ignored, because Dean can’t handle them. He can’t do this.

Cas is staring at him too intently. He says, “I can’t mean this much to you.”

“You mean everything to me.”

Dean doesn't feel like he’s a part of his body anymore. None of this feels real. Nothing has felt real since Cas’ death. He’s been ignoring and pushing down so much, and now it feels like it’s all erupting out of him. He doesn’t—he can’t—there’s too much. He just…he needs…

“I need you.” Dean doesn’t even know what he’s saying. Or if he even said that out loud.

Cas cups his face. The touch grounds him, and Dean feels like he’s back in the present. His mind isn’t drifting away like before. Dean grabs onto Cas’ arms like a lifeline. He’s breathing heavily.

Cas strokes his thumbs over Dean’s cheeks. He’s looking at Dean like he’s something to marvel at. Which he isn’t. Especially by Cas. Dean’s starting to feel overwhelmed again, but then Cas says, “I’m here, Dean. I’m right here. It’s alright.”

Dean can only nod. His throat is too tight. He swallows, but it doesn’t help.

“Have you had anything to eat?”

Dean shakes his head.

“Alright.” Cas starts to pull away, but Dean’s still gripping his arms. He pulls Cas back. Cas blinks. Then stares. He studies Dean. Then, gently, “Alright. I understand.” He shifts his arms. Grabs one of Dean’s hands, and wraps Dean’s arm around his as if he’s escorting Dean to a dance. Dean latches onto him. Cas places his other hand on top of Dean’s. Then he leads them over to the pantry.

Dean is exhausted. He feels as if he’s floating, and Cas is the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. He stares at Cas’ hands as he opens the pantry and grabs some bread. Then he stares at Cas’ face. Cas looks just like he did the day he died.

“Missed you,” Dean finds himself saying.

Cas meets his gaze. His eyes are warm. “Yes, I think I’m starting to get that.” His face flashes something sad just for a moment. He squeezes Dean’s hand. “I missed you too.”

And just like that, tears are welling up in Dean’s eyes again. He looks at the floor.

Cas finishes making a sandwich. Then he grabs a cup from one of the cabinets and fills it with water. Dean is still clinging onto him. Cas grabs Dean’s arm and disentangles them. He immediately places a hand on Dean’s shoulder. He puts the glass of water in Dean’s right hand.

“Can you drink this?”

Dean nods. He puts the glass to his lips and drinks. The water is cold, and Dean can feel it running down through his body. He isn’t sure when he last had water. He finishes drinking, and Cas smiles at him. Dean’s heart flips.

Cas steps away to fill up the glass again and grab the sandwich. He goes to the table, and Dean follows. Cas pulls two chairs out and sits in one. Dean sits into the one next to him and scoots as close as he can. Their knees touch. Cas slides the sandwich over to Dean. He doesn’t say anything before Dean picks it up and starts to eat it. Dean can feel Cas’ eyes on him.

Neither of them say anything as Dean finishes his sandwich. Once he’s done, Cas scoots the glass of water in his direction. Dean drinks it. He can’t look Cas in the eyes again. He isn’t exactly sure what he’s feeling. Guilt, mostly, amongst many, many other things. Cas shouldn’t have to do this. Dean is a goddamn adult and should be able to take care of himself. He shouldn’t be putting Cas through this.

When Dean sets his empty glass down, Cas takes it and the plate over to the sink. He begins to wash them.

Dean jumps up and immediately heads for the sink. “Cas, don’t. I can do it.”

“I know you can, Dean.”

Dean stands next to Cas and reaches for the dishes.

“Dean.”

Dean instinctively meets Cas’ eyes.

Cas stares at him. Into him. “Let me do this. Please.”

Dean stares numbly back. Retracts his hands. Clears his throat. “Okay.”

Cas smiles. “Thank you.”

Dean looks at his shoes. He feels a headache coming. Probably from all that damn crying. It’s exhausted him too. “Think I’m gonna take a nap,” Dean says. He’ll probably just go to bed for the day. He finds it’s easier to drop off into hours of restless, dreamless sleep lately.

Cas stops washing the dishes, and Dean looks up. Cas asks, “Will you wait for me?”

Dean’s not entirely sure what Cas means, but he’ll do anything Cas wants. Dean nods. “Yeah.”

Cas smiles again. He finishes the dishes then links his arm with Dean’s like before. He leads them to Dean’s bedroom. And this is…oddly nice. Having Cas do everything. Even just walk Dean down the damn hall. Dean’s so entranced by it that he forgets what a mess his room is until Cas opens the door.

Dirty clothes cover every inch of the floor along with take-out boxes and bottles. The bottles are from all the beer, whiskey, and everything in between that Dean’s been drinking lately. It’s really fucking bad.

But Cas doesn’t even react. All he says is, “Would you prefer to sleep in my room?”

“Uh, sure, yeah.”

Cas closes Dean’s door. “We’ll clean that tomorrow.”

“Oh.”

Then Cas is leading him down the hall again. They soon reach Cas’ room, and Cas opens the door, and they walk inside.

Cas’ room is bare except for a few knicknacks Jack’s given him that are on the desk. Cas leads Dean over to the bed.

“Sit,” Cas says.

Dean does.

Then Cas is kneeling in front of him, and Dean’s brain goes completely blank.

What the fuck is happening.

But then Cas is untying Dean’s boots, and Dean’s face heats up in shame.

Dean’s had his boots on ever since he went to the liquor store a couple days ago. He’s been sleeping in them. It’s surprisingly relieving when Cas takes them off. God. His feet probably stink.

“Sorry,” Dean mumbles.

Cas looks up. He squeezes Dean's knee. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

Dean shuts his eyes. “Cas. You know I do.”

There’s a slight pause, and Dean opens his eyes.

“We’ll have that conversation another time,” Cas replies. Then Cas peels off Dean’s socks. He grabs Dean’s socks and boots and sets them on the floor by the desk. “May I take your pants off?”

Dean’s mouth goes completely dry, and his ears ring. “What?”

“I don’t understand how you and your brother find sleeping in jeans comfortable,” Cas explains.

Dean’s face goes red. Again. “Oh. Uh, I can do it.” He quickly stands and unzips his jeans and pulls them off. He stumbles a bit when he steps out of the legs, and then he’s left holding his pants. He stares at them stupidly.

Cas grabs them. Folds them. Puts them on the desk. He turns back and stares at Dean.

Intelligently, Dean says, “Um.”

“Do you want more blankets?”

Without looking at the bed, Dean says, “No, thanks.”

Cas’ gaze turns soft. He steps closer. He pulls the blankets over for Dean to climb into the bed. So Dean does. He pulls the covers over himself and then stares up at Cas. The light from the desk lamp is behind him, so all Dean can see is Cas’ silhouette.

Cas asks, “Would you like me to put you to sleep?”

Dean suddenly can’t find his voice. It’s trapped in his throat. He bites down his panic and shakes his head. He feels adrift from his body when he scoots over on the bed and opens the covers. He can only plead to Cas with his eyes.

Cas stares. And stares. And stares.

Dean fucked up.

But Cas is moving. Toeing off his shoes. Taking off his trenchcoat and the suit jacket. His tie. He places them all on the desk chair. Then he climbs into bed next to Dean and pulls the blankets to cover them both.

And Dean stares at him. They’re so fucking close. Dean can feel his warmth. See the different shades of blue in his eyes. He looks so good. They’re not close enough.

“Cas.” His voice still sounds rough. “I missed you so much.” His voice breaks.

Cas reaches for him, but Dean moves before Cas touches him. He lays his head on Cas’ chest. Wraps his arms around his torso. He tangles their legs together, and just presses into him. He drinks in Cas’ warmth. His scent. Tries to memorize how his body feels. Strong but not hard. Soft but not weak.

Dean still isn’t close enough and shifts so his head rests in the crook of Cas’ neck. He closes his eyes and pushes into Cas’ skin with his cheek.

“I’m here, Dean,” Cas whispers into Dean’s hair. “I’m here.”

And Dean whimpers.

Cas slides his hands up and down Dean’s back in slow, comforting movements. Dean focuses on it. Lets himself get lost in it. He feels the tension he’s been holding in him since Cas died slowly melt away.

Dean loves him.

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The bedroom door slams open.

“Cas!” Sam. He sounds desperate. “It’s Dean. I can’t fin—”

Dean turns over on his stomach and puts a pillow over his head. It’s too bright. And loud. And he’s so, so sweaty. His mouth is dry. God. He must have a hangover. But…no. Oh. Withdrawal.

Dean hears Sam and Cas’ muffled voices for a few moments. Then the door closes. Cas shifts beside him, and Dean braces himself for when Cas leaves. But he doesn’t. Instead, Dean feels one of Cas’ hands on his back. Something tugs on Dean’s pillow, and he reluctantly lets it go. He keeps his eyes closed though.

“Dean.”

“Mmmrrf.”

A hand on his shoulder. “Let me see you. Please. I believe you’re experiencing withdrawal symptoms.”

Dean groans. “Let me suffer in peace.”

Cas sighs. “I would like to heal you.”

Dean freezes. No. Absolutely not. He doesn’t deserve it. Not after everything Cas has done for him. Not after everything Dean has done since his death. No way.

“Please,” Cas whispers. And, god. It sounds like he needs it. Dean thinks back to last night. Maybe he does.

Dean turns over on his back and squints. “Yeah, sure.”

“Thank you.” And, dammit, Cas sounds relieved.

But then Cas’ hands are on his face, gently cradling him. Dean’s eyes snap wide open. Then Cas leans down, carefully, and places a light kiss onto Dean’s forehead.

The world snaps into sobriety.

Dean gasps and blinks. Oh. Oh, shit. It’s a lot clearer now. He can feel the sweat on his skin. The springs in the mattress. How oily his hair has gotten. How thirsty he is. And he’s a lot more aware. His thoughts string together easily, and he can feel himself locking down his emotions, shoving them away. Dean knew he was drunk most of the time, but shit.

Cas is staring down at him. His blue eyes uncertain.

Dean must fix it. So, stupidly, he says, “Not there.”

Cas opens his mouth. Blinks. Tilts his head in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

Dean taps his lips. Waits. Stares. His heart is beating so fucking fiercely. He thinks his hands are shaking.

“Dean, I—what… Are you asking me to kiss you?”

“Yeah,” Dean answers breathily. 

Now Cas stares.

Dean’s blood runs cold. This is exactly why he hates sobriety. Of course Cas isn’t going to kiss him. What the hell had he been thinking? Cas doesn’t feel that way anymore. How could Dean let himself forget that? How could he let himself hope for something so unattainable? Cas would never want to—

Cas is cupping his face again. His gaze dips to Dean’s lips then back up to his eyes.

“Cas, please.” Dean doesn’t think he’s ever sounded so desperate.

“You want this.” Cas seems astonished at his statement.

“Well, duh.” Dean’s face grows hot.

Cas’ eyes widen. “You want me.” And the way Cas fucking says that…

“Cas.”

Cas leans down again. Pauses right before their lips touch. But Dean’s done waiting. He wraps his hands around Cas’ neck and leans into him.

Dean’s light at first. Barely brushing their lips together. Then Cas presses in for more, and Dean opens for him. Their lips slide together, and Dean can’t stop the quiet whimpers that escape from somewhere deep within him. He slides his hands up into Cas’ hair. God. The amount of times he’s wanted to do this exact thing. And Cas seems to like it too because he presses his body closer. Parting Dean’s knees and sliding between them. Dean pulls. He needs to feel Cas’ weight on him. Cas complies and presses into him, but he never breaks their kiss. His body is a reassuring, warm weight on top of Dean. Better than Dean’s ever dreamed. Cas’ tongue lightly passes over Dean’s bottom lip. Dean whines and tugs Cas’ hair. Cas slips his tongue into Dean’s mouth, and Dean loses it. He’s grabbing Cas everywhere he can. His hair, the front of his shirt, his waist. Trying to pull him closer. He grabs one of the hands Cas has on his chest and slides it under his shirt. Cas’ breath stutters.

“M-more,” Dean pleads. “Closer. Cas.”

Cas shoves both hands under Dean’s shirt. His warm hands touch everywhere they can. Up Dean’s chest. Along his sides. Over the softness of his middle. Dean whines again, and Cas’ tongue is back in his mouth.

Then Cas is pulling away.

Fear strikes sharply through Dean. Paralyzing. Did Cas not want this? Did Dean seriously fuck this up? Did he just ruin everything? Dean blinks up at Cas, holding his breath. His heartbeat thunders in his ears.

Cas cups his face again. “Dean.” His voice is even lower than usual. And his hair is disheveled. His eyes are blown dark. His lips are wet.

Shit.

Dean did that.

Shit.

“I—” Cas begins breathlessly. He swallows. “I needed to slow down before—before I…”

“You can have whatever you want, Cas.”

Cas’ cheeks turn pink, and he looks away. He tries to bite back a smile. He looks down at Dean again. “Thank you, Dean. I…I just think we need to talk first.” He raises an eyebrow.

“Or not,” Dean quickly answers. “We can let our bodies do the talking.”

“I believe we just did.” But Cas’ gaze softens. He leans down again. Kisses Dean quickly. Once. Twice. Three times before pulling back again. Breathlessly, “You are so beautiful.”

Dean feels himself blush and looks away. “Cas, c’mon.”

“I’m serious. You are so beautiful, Dean.”

Dean huffs and looks back up. But he stills when he sees Cas’ expression. Cas is staring down at him intensely. Open. Vulnerable. There is heat behind his gaze. But also a softness. A fondness.

Love.

Dean feels as if he’s been punched in the gut. “I never said it back,” he says weakly.

Cas’ brow furrows. “Said what back?”

Dean swallows. Licks his lips. “I love you too.”

Dean only has a second to register Cas is moving before their lips meet again.

[samanddeansannoyingsis]

Heaven and Earth

Just a Gabriel x reader that's been sitting in my wip box for a month.

Characters:

Sam x reader (platonic), Castiel x reader (platonic), dean x reader (mentions of romantic), Gabriel x reader

Summary:

You are an angel who became human with immortality after God takes your wings for helping Gabriel escape. When an old friend comes to town you meet up and plan a prank on the Winchesters and then celebrate.

Warning gets spicy but there's no outright smut, mention of you wearing a dress, but mostly gender neutral. Also tried to keep in the second person. And I definitely got carried away. It's kinda long.

I hope you enjoy reading and always comment, like and repost to remind me to write more.

You go to the bar a few miles out of town, Gabriel was in town. You take a breath and enter the door to see your favorite archangel sitting at the bar. His lips turn to a gentle smile as he looks at you. He waved you over and pats the empty seat next to you.

"Well hello, Dolly!~ What brings you to me this fine evening?" Gabriel says while you sit down and order a drink.

"Just need some company. The boys are driving me crazy. You know how protective Dean and Sam are." You shake your head and sigh.

"Oh? What happened this time?" He says knowingly.

"I was hunting and got sick. God forbid i do anything." You sigh. "I'm not made of glass, but they seem to think so." You take a big swig of your drink.

"I can understand that. But they just wanna look out for you, y'know? You can't be mad at 'em for that." You look at him glaring slightly.

"I can when they abuse their own bodies ten times worse then I do." This makes him smile and in turn you smile.

"Hah! Ain't that the truth! Those two are a mess. It's always a fight to get'em to lay down and rest their weary bones. Always have been."

"Tell me about it." You roll your eyes but smile anyway. It goes silent for a minute but it's comforting. Gabe breaks the silence.

"You know, you and me, we got more in common than you might think."

"Oh yeah? How do you figure?"

"Well, let's see. We're both angels. We both used to be up in heaven. And we both love to just cause havok. Just to make things interesting, yeah?"

"True enough. I mean after I had my wings taken away for helping you escape I'm more human than angel." You smile and shove him playfully.

"And we both know that things haven't exactly gone our way lately. I mean you, you lost your wings. And me, I'm a mortal now. I sure miss the good old days..." He sighs stuck in memories long since passed.

"Yeah but who says it's all over? I mean at the end of the day we still have each other right?" You smile.

"And I'm gonna count that as a win. So you know what I think we need?"

"Not a clue, another drink?" You smile and he shakes his head, "What then?"

"A little razzle dazzle. Some good old fashion mischief making. Just to let these boys know we're still around. Don't you think?"

I smile at the idea. "I'm in. What's the idea Gabe?"

"Ooh... I have the perfect one. These boys are really something when it comes to pranks, right?"

"Supposably, but they both get sour when I do something."

"Well that's exactly what I mean. We gotta get 'em back. You know what these boys hate?"

"Sam hates clowns and Dean hates heights." You shrug not fully getting what he's thinking.

"Ah ha! So... We combine the two and then throw a little cherry on top for shits and giggles." You raise an eyebrow.

"How exactly are we gonna do that?"

"Well you know that fair that's coming to town?"he says causing you smile.

"Yeah. I was going to avoid it like the plague and hoe up in the bunker for a week."

Gabe gives you a look.

"Now why on earth was you gonna do that, dolly?"

I shrug. "I don't like large groups of people."

"That's a shame. Cuz I got this lovely little plan for that place and it's gonna be a hoot. You in?" I sigh and contemplate.

"I guess, but after I vote movie night. Just us. No Winchesters."

"Deal, doll! Deal!" Gabe shakes your hand excitedly, "So how's this for a plan. We're gonna get Sam and Dean on the Ferris wheel all harnessed up. And here's the kicker, there will be clowns running the ride." Gabe laughs diabolically, causing you to chuckle.

"That's good. And for extra kicks I pay off a clown to follow Sam around."

"Oh!" He raised his eyebrows and laughs more. "Now that's a plan worth following, doll."

I laugh. "This is payback that means no mercy."

"That's right. I can only imagine the look on Dean's face when we pull this off." You can see an anxious dean in your mind causing you to laugh more.

"He's gonna hate me for a few weeks."

You look at Gabe's eyes. "Thank you for hanging out with me. I always enjoy your company"

"Anytime, doll. Anytime." You blush slightly but cover it up.

"How am I gonna get the boys out anyways? Ideas?"

"Well let's see.. Dean likes to hang around the carnival food stands and sam well.. He likes to win stuffed animals. You got a plan with any of that?"

"Maybe bribery and just saying that I'm meeting you there. You should have seen them when I said I was going out tonight. Cas looked ready to fight me."

"Oh I can only imagine. The boys are really attached to you, ain't they?" You laugh at Gabe's comment.

You've been a part of the boys life since they saved you from a group of demons trying to torture information from you about Gabriel. You might be almost immortal but that doesn't mean you can't die. Key word almost. Since they saved you they just kept you around. Figuring you'd be a good addition, you did grow a special place in your heart for the boys though.

"They are something. Can't do without me for too long."

"Well who could blame 'em? You're lovely to look at, that's for sure." Gabriel smirks at you. You roll your eyes and blush.

"Oh hush you. You don't know what you're talking about."

"I see the way Dean looks at you. I can't blame him though. The guy's head over heels for ya." You roll your eyes at him.

"Please he sees me as a sibling and nothing more. And even still, he's sweet but I prefer a little more spice." He perks up at that.

"Oh? Does that spice possibly come from Cas?" I shake my head.

"Nope, but it does come from an angel of sorts"

Gabe laughs and smirks, "And just who might that be?"

"I can't tell you that." I smile knowingly, "connect the dots yourself. You're smart."

"Well, that narrows it down. I'm thinking of a certain angel of justice perhaps..." He looks at you. You smile.

"Perhaps."

"Well it's nice to see you've found yourself some spice. You make that little angel very happy, don't ya?" He smirks at you. But you hold strong, trying not to reveal your cards too quick.

"I try to."

"Well I think you're doing a damn good job, doll." He smiles at you warmly.

I smile back as he puts an arm around me.

"That's good."

"Alright, little doll, I think we should get to it. We're burning the night away. And I wanna make this the best damn plan I come up with in centuries. Whatcha say?" You smile as he rubs his hands together.

"I say, let's do it!"

"That's the spirit, dolly!" He laughs. "Let's teach these boys a lesson they'll never forget."

"Oh for sure! It'll be great!"

"Oh don't worry. It'll be amazing. And afterwards, you and I will celebrate." He wiggles his eyebrows but you smile anyways.

"Heh, you're too much, doll. Now, go get yourself pretty, we got work to do!"

"Do you think daisy dukes or a sundress?" You contemplate.

"Hmm... Sundress." He says firmly. You smile trying to mentally pick which one to wear.

"Good choice!" You say. You smile and go to get up and get ready.

"Oh and bring a few extra bucks with ya. Cotten candy is good for my mind." You smile and shoot him a thumbs up. Starting to make your way to the door Gabriel shoots one more comment your way.

"And make sure you look fine. I wanna see just how much Dean's head spins round for you." He winks at you, butterflies fill your stomach.

Whispering to yourself, "With any luck it won't just be Dean." Gabe must have heard you though.

"You sly devil. That's my doll..." This causes you to blush.

"Now go on, get yourself over to the carnival. And give 'em hell, doll. " You shoot him a wink as you leave and drive your motorcycle back to the bunker and get a few hours of sleep.

Later, you are dressed in a green sundress with a slit in the thigh and matching makeup.

You shoot yourself finger guns in the mirror as you give yourself a final once over. You walk out to see Sam nursing his 3rd cup of coffee and dean finishing his breakfast. Cas is sitting near dean, talking about something.

Dean looks over hearing you come to the kitchen. His eyes go wide and are glued to your exposed thigh from the slit. You see him gulp slowly.

Sam looks impressed, "You look nice. Any occasion?"

"Do I need an occasion to dress up?" You shoot back teasingly.

"Looking like sex on heels like that you do." Dean says finally. You shoot him a playful wink causing him to turn red.

"I wanted to go to the carnival in town today! I was hoping you guys would come too. If not I'll have to just meet up with Gabriel. " Hearing Gabe's name, Dean and Cash shoot up.

"Were going." Dean says finally. Wrapping an arm around you protectively. You smirk.

"Then go get dressed!" Everything goes according to the plan. Dean rushed to his room. Sam just finished his coffee. Cas is always ready, eying me suspiciously. You smile innocently at him.

-Later-

Once you get the boys to the carnival the fun starts. You bounce in excitement. You get in and look around at all the rides.

Gabriel smirks and appears next to Sam.

"Well well, what do we have here? A little angel in a sundress? I must be dreaming." He eyes you up and down and licks his lips. Dean pulls you into him. Gabe turns to Sam and smirks, "You think we can get balloon animals later? The clowns are running around making them for kids." Sam gets noticably more uncomfortable.

You smile and blushes lightly as Dean puts his hand around your waist. Trying to keep you away from Gabe, who's eying you like a piece of meat.

"Sammy will you win me something? I see games over there!" Sam gives a curt nod and walks over his eyes silently thanking you for the exit. Not yet noticing the clowns behind him.

Gabe smirks. "Yeah I'm sure he will, doll. And while he's doing that... "

He turns to Dean and smirks.

"Well well who's that? You look like you've seen a ghost, Dean." Dean gulps.

I squeeze Deans hand lightly.

"It's just Gabe? No need to be worried, he's mostly harmless." You wink at Gabe.

"Mostly?" Dean says concerned. You nod.

"Mostly." You smile at him as you look up at him.

"Well aren't you two adorable? Now Dean, I think it's time we have a little fun, don't you?" Gabe pulls Dean off you and puts a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"I guess leave me by my lonesome with my favorite angel, Castiel! We can go get cotton candy!" You smile and clap.

Gabe winks. "Sounds like a plan, doll." Gabe turns to Dean and laughs.

"Now Deano, I think you're in trouble."

You start walking with Castiel to get sweets.

Gabe laughs and then turns to Dean.

"What's wrong there Deano? You seem a bit... nervous."

"Wh-why would I be nervous?" Dean says trying to put a brave face on but failing.

"Are you kidding? You're shaking like a leaf. You really don't know, do you?" Gabe smirks at Dean.

"Why did I let myself get dragged here?" Dean curses to himself.

"Oh Deano... How adorable. You do realise why we were doing this, right?" Dean looks at Gabe distraught. Gabe laughs.

"Alright, I'll fill ya in you dork. You know how much you hates heights and Sam hates clowns?

"Sam yeah? But what does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, what if I told you that little prank that me and Hailey are doing has something to do with both?"

Dean smirks, "She wouldn't, you would. Don't drag her into it." This causes Gabriel to laugh.

"Dean! This little angel is smart, you know? She helped me fool god." Gabe smirks at Hailey, who's walking back with Sam.

You smile and hold a teddy bear Sam won. "Hey Gabe, howdy Dean! Look what Sammy won me!" You show then the pink bear. Sam looks less nervous.

" Hello, dolly. Welcome back. So did you get your cotton candy?" Gabe says, Dean is pale.

You hold up a bag of pink cotton candy.

"Yep! It's really good!"

"Aww I love pink cotton candy. It sure is delicious. But I think we can make our night even better, don't cha think?" Gabe smirks at you and you motion to the giant ferris wheel.

"You really want to go on it!"

At this point the prank is pretty much over for Sam. But dean's nightmare is just starting.

"Come with me, doll. Because the Ferris Wheel is calling our name." You grin widely and grab Gabriel's hand pulling him towards the giant moving ferris wheel. Sam and Dean stand there dumbfounded. But follow you regardless. They talk about wanting to go home, but refuse to leave you alone with Gabriel.

"Ahh, this is gonna be even sweeter than cotton candy, dolly. I'm tellin you." He whispers in your ear.

You smile and pop a piece of cotton candy in your mouth, moaning as it melts in my mouth. Closing your eyes to savor the sweet flavor, you miss Gabe's eyes get darker.

"Doubtful. Nothing is sweeter than cotton candy!" You smile at him.

Gabe laughs and gives her a small look of approval. Then turns to Dean and smiles menacingly.

"Well well, look at you boys. Just following your dolls lead. This is gonna be great. Aren't you excited to see the world from up there!"

The boys grumble but decide going on after you and gabe is the best way to keep an eye on you.

"Gosh you boys sound like parents!" You shoot back quickly shutting them up. Gabe laughs at this.

"We're gonna go on, are you two chicken?" Dean shoots up. You shrug.

"We're in line aren't we?"

Dean grunts. "No. I'll be right behind you both."

I stick my tongue out at Dean, Gabe and Sam both laugh at this.

"Yay! It's gonna be so fun!" You smile and give off happy wiggles as the line gets shorter.

"And you boys better hold your ground. This little doll doesn't take no for an answer, do you dolly?" You shake your head. Gabe smirks and winks at you, grabbing you by the waist and starts to walk towards the front of the line.

Dean follows with his arms crossed and a sour face. Sam nudges him.

Gabe laughs as I get more excited the closer we get to the front of the line.

"I can tell, doll. Now, I think the two of us should get our own seat, don't you?"

"Oh definitely." You smile and laugh.

"Excellent." You all reach the top of the line and starts waving the people ahead of us through as there was only one more seat left and knowing dean wouldn't ride it if he didn't have to.

"See, dolly? I'm not all bad. I have some good manners too." Gabe smirks.

"I think you just want to get the boys anxiety up." You look back at an antsy Sam and Dean.

"Oh, come on! They need to loosen up a little, don't they?" You roll your eyes at Gabriel.

"Our turn!" You pull him towards the seats. He laughs.

"Right on schedule." Gabe grabs your arm and helps you into one and then takes a seat in the one across from her.

"Ready when you are, dolly." He smirks at you as the ride starts moving you up.

"Let the fun begin!"

"Oh, it will, dolly. This is gonna be one Hell of a ride, and I'm gonna enjoy every minute of it. " He smirks causing you to wiggle in your seat. I toy with the slit in my dress.

"I should have chosen a lower slit. I feel exposed."

"Well, I'm not complaining." Gabe smirks seductively at you.

You blush harder and squeeze your legs together.

"You wouldn't." You laugh at him.

"Oh, you know I would." You both look at the boys and smirks.

'You boys ready for this?' You text Dean. Smiling, you look down and see Dean look up after reading the text and flip you off.

"How rude!" You say sarcastically, this makes Gabe smile and laugh.

"Don't take it too hard, doll. It just means he really cares." Gabe laughs when you roll your eyes and turn back to the boys.

'At least we get a little alone time now," he wiggles his eyebrows at you causing you to giggle.

"That we sure do." The ferris wheel starts to move making everyone's stomach churn. Gabe smirks seductively at you.

You blush.

"Later cutie. Let dean enjoy the view first." You smile.

"I'm just gonna get it while it's good." Gabe leans his body into yours to shield your view of Dean, so you only sees him.

"Oh, don't worry dolly. He's just being his grumpy self. You can tease him about it later, trust me." Gabe says. I smile.

"I plan on it." He smirks.

"Now, where were we, doll?" He puts his hand on your thighs, caressing them and looking at you seductively.

"Gabe. Be careful with what you're getting yourself into." You warn him gently.

"And what would that be, dolly?" He smirks and starts to move his hand up my thigh.

"I think you know exactly what you are doing." You suck in a breath.

"Oh yes, I think I do." Gabe smirks and caresses your leg more.

"I love how your thighs feel. So smooth. So... Perfect... " He leans in closer to your body and whispers in your ear, "so... delicious..."

This sends goosebumps down your spine. You straddle him which is easy because you practically already are on him.

"You flirt, absolutely shameless." You smirk at him, testing him. He kisses your neck.

"You love it." Gabe smirks seductively at you and caresses you more.

He continues, "I can tell in the way you look at me. In the way your cheeks grow a deep red color. In the way your body reacts to every little touch. You want this just as much as I do, don't you?"

He leans his head closer to her legs, caressing it and nibbling on your thighs.

"If I say yes?" You sigh contently.

"How about you show me just how much you love it, doll?" Gabe smirks. I roll my eyes but smile.

"Absolutely shameless. Too bad I'm into it." You break the invisible barrier and kiss him hard. He leans in.

"Mhmm, that's a good girl." He smirks and starts to trail kisses up and down your body, nibbling on your neck.

"I've wanted this for so long, dolly." Gabe caresses her cheek and leans in close again, nibbling on her lips slowly but seductively.

You moan lightly.

"Gabe please, what if someone sees?" You try to beg, your mind starting to give in.

He caresses your body and whispers seductively in her ear "What if that's what I want. For everyone to see you are mine." He growls in your ear.

"You couldn't possibly want anything else on earth more than me, dolly. Especially with the way you can't keep your hands off of me, doll. So why should I keep mine off of you?" He continues while smirking and moves his body around your legs, nibbling at her thighs again. Your hands go to his hair.

"Someone could see. Please." You moan lightly "Gabe please." Your body reacting the opposite from what comes out of your mouth.

He smirks and leans in closer again, "I can't help it, dolly. I'm trying, but I'm not strong enough. And I think you're the same." He whispers seductively as he leans back slightly.

He snaps his fingers to reveal the massive ferris wheel in the background.

"See? There's nobody around for miles. We're alone. And your body is telling you exactly who you want. You want me." He nibbles on your thighs again.

"Gabe please touch me." You moan in his ear now comfortable that no one is around.

He smirks at you.

"Oh, dolly... You're killing me." Gabriel says sarcastically then he laughs and nibbles harder, caressing you more seductively.

"I might have to make you beg me though, doll." He nibbles the inside of your thigh in a sensitive spot, causing you to moan and grip his shoulders for support.

"Gabe please. Don't make me." You moan gently.

"Oh I think I'm going to, doll." Smirks and nibbles harder, caressing you more seductively "You know you want me more than anyone on heaven or earth."

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Snowball Attack

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Summary:  You ended up getting attacked in the middle of a snowball fight. Leading up to a cute meet with a not-so-stranger from your regular coffee shop. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader  Prompt: Meet Cute for @holylulusworld‘ Spin The Bottle Challenge Squares filled: Snowball fight for @spnchristmasbingo // Christmas for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo // Clothes Sharing for @spnfluffbingo //  Warnings: Fluff, meet cute, Christmas love, cuddling, first kiss Word Count: 770

A/N: Last day of 2022, last fic of the year. It took me 5 months to start writing again but I hope that 2023 is fill with more inspiration and less writer’s block. Happy New Year!

You woke up in Winter Wonderland. Everything was as white as it ever could be. You were in love. 

Christmas morning in Winter Wonderland, your dream came true. Getting up and changing real quick so you could enjoy this before the city woke up and became crazy. 

You had crossed the street to avoid some kids that were already playing in the snow, without realizing that there was a snowball fight going on, on the other sidewalk.

You were hit square in the face by not one but several snowballs, the sudden attack made you stumble and fall into a small water pond that was starting to freeze.

“Oh, crap!” someone yelled and came to your rescue

“Shit, shit, shit,” you said, your teeth chattering from the cold

A warm hand grabbed yours and helped you out of the freezing water. When you looked up, you met the most beautiful green eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Are you okay?” this man asked, “Uh yeah, just freezing,” you chuckled but the man didn’t, he just gave you a side smile.

“Here,” he said, removing his jacket and putting it over your shoulders, “I’m Dean,” he added

“Y/N. Thanks” you said smiling. This man, Dean, had the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen, the white of the snow making them look even brighter than they already are. 

“This is my house, let me give you a change of clothes so you don’t get hypothermia” Dean offered, still holding your hands

“It’s okay, I’ll walk back home,” you told him

“I insist. I don’t want you to get sick” he added, squeezing your hand, you nodded

Dean intertwined his fingers with yours and took the both of you to his house. It was small, warm with a lit fire and it smelled like sandalwood. It really suited him

“This is a nice place” you commented, Dean directed you inside the house towards the living room where the fire was lit and it was the warmest. 

"Stay here, I'll bring you some clothes," he told you before leaving.

After changing into his clothes and putting yours to dry, Dean invited you to a cup of coffee.

 "I know you missed your morning coffee," he said and you looked at him surprised; it was a creepy comment but it didn't creep you out.

"I know I sounded like a creep, but I know that you drink coffee around this time because I'm at the coffee shop drinking mine before going to work," he explained and you nodded

You did a bit of research into your brain and you remembered him, he was always sitting two tables from yours, you checked him out a few times, but never had the courage to talk to him, you didn't know he lived a few blocks away from you.

"I kinda remember you. You are always sitting two tables away from mine" you mentioned and he chuckled, noticing a slight blush on his cheeks

"Never had the courage to talk to you" he admitted, "me neither"

The air between you two was tense, would you like to kiss him if he makes the move? Would you accept going out if he asks you out? You really wanted both things to happen, you haven't had this kind of connection with anyone ever, and it just felt right.

You hugged the flannel he gave you and leaned closer to him, you were mere inches away from him, he just needed to move his head to avoid the kiss, but instead, he pressed his lips against yours, pressing his body with yours. 

All the cold you were feeling banished away and now you were hot, the sparkles inside your body exploding. He broke the kiss and the both of you blushed profusely. 

You wanted to feel those sparkles again. You slowly cradled him and cuddled him. What a bold move, thinking he was going to reject you, you tried to move away, but instead, he tightened the embrace, kissing you again, this time slower, it seemed he wanted to enjoy the moment.

Once you broke apart, you grew shy. You haven't been this bald ever. Dean caressed your back, he was impressed by you; you wished he asked you out, you didn't want this to end here.

"I should go" you mumbled but Dean tightened the embrace even more if that was possible.

"Please, stay. It's freezing outside." You didn't answer, you just cuddled him, pressing your cheek into his chest. "You still owe me my coffee"

"I'll give you all the coffee you want sweetheart," he said, kissing your forehead.

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[buckevantommy]

Hey! It's the first time Buck Begins anon from before!! First of all do not feel bad for rambling - that is exactly what that ask was for! I loved hearing your thoughts!

And to answer your question about how I started watching -- 911 was a show always a show on my 'to watch' radar but I didn't give it much thought? I did watch s1 of lone star tho. until then I saw bi Buck on my dash for the first time after Tommy kisses him and i just went oh??!??! 👀👀 I binge watched season 1 and 2, and then I gave up and ended up watching s7 part 2 live while also watching s3 for the first time 🤣 there were some gaps I had to fill using fanon knowledge but I think it worked? And now I'm furiously trying to watch s4 around my busy work schedule before s8 airs 😅🤣

Hasn't stopped my from reading bucktommy fic or posting gifsets tho. Tommy has bewitched me, I love him. Every time I watch a scene where Buck talks about his love life a part of me is just- don't worry, your man is coming

oh! same here! i'd known about it for years but i'd just avoided it thinking it was just a different take on the same old tired procedural cop shows, or maybe something too dramatised like grey's anatomy. i'm not sure i even realised it was about firefighters until i heard people referring to it as 'the gay firefighter show' and even then i didn't really connect the dots.. 🔥👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨🚒

one of my fave spn blogs (bc i was a destiel girlie before the gay firefighter show consumed my life) was a 911 fan so i learned about bi!buck through her blogging (shoutout to @sunglassesmish: kay, you have changed my life for the better 😚🫶). i mean, i came from spn - where bi!dean is widely considered unacknowledged canon and it's a show now several years past its finale but with a dedicated fanbase still hoping for some kind of reboot or movie or something to fix the shit they did in the finale - to a show with a canon bi character, moreover a character in his 30s who had been presumed (by some)/written as (sorta) straight for 6 whole seasons. and evan buckley.. he's so much like dean wincester: the all american heroic ladies man with a traumatic upbringing and a megawatt smile and babygirl features and a heart of gold who just wants to be loved.. honestly i could write essays about these two.. ✍️

i love that we're on the same page! i started with season 7 (i watched 7x05 and onwards live) and got through seasons 1-3 while s7 was airing week to week, and so my buck knowledge was growing as i excitedly waited for the next ep to air with the rest of fandom (there's just something about that weeklong anticipation, i've missed it so much - the theorising, the time for fanworks, etc). 📺

i was also the same, trying to learn what i could through dash osmosis of the seasons i hadn't watched yet (i knew vaguely about the lightning strike and tried not to spoil myself too much about the family secret but reading fic and meta blew those doors wide open 😅). and even in season 1 i was like: i'm so glad he'll grow to be that person in season 7 one day, that he'll get to be vulnerable and open and earnest and loved and also get kissed by a handsome guy. 🥰

OMG WE ARE BOTH ON SEASON 4!! 🥳 i mean, i knew that, but it's still so exciting to know there are folks out there in the same boat! ⛵ i don't think i've liveblogged any other ep besides Buck Begins, but i think i'll probably do a lightning strike/coma liveblog when i get to it.

omg the amount of bucktommy fics i've consumed since april.. i remember in those early days i was consuming every single fic that got posted on ao3 - about a dozen 1k fics a day - until eventually there was 60+ fics a day and i couldn't keep up, but i'm still reading about 2-5 fics (mostly short ones) a day. this fandom is hella talented. 📚

our love for tommy kinard knows no bounds. 🤝💖🤝 and YES- omg- the way he is just craving love and a partner on the same page as him, someone he can be himself with.. lightning boy will meet him flying into a hurricane and i just think that's neat. ⛈️😘

[mlobsters]

supernatural s11e12 don't you forget about me (w. nancy won)

hookman redux? oh no it's just what's her face with the good hair and a sword. i don't remember jody's other girl *at all*. she also does not look remotely like a teenager. i know it's hard with casting young people. anyway, very cute to see jody so happy and proud.

why is there so much weird food content in this episode, please 😭 sam and dean are so bored at home, they should be cooking more. we know they can do it! (dean, you know how happy you could make sam with something simple like this, roast chicken and mashed potatoes and green beans is dead easy and tasty and nutritious!)

JODY This is according to the - HEY! [JODY looks at ALEX, who has tried to sneak her wine glass away.] Put it back! [ALEX puts the wine glass back.] JODY … neighborhood crime blogs that Claire has been reading. CLAIRE They're eye-witness accounts. SAM Well, we've hunted on less.

jody's face had me cackling. sam no longer the favorite son 😒

okay so. kathryn newton who plays claire is 19 and supposed to be... 19! and she looks 19. (have i mentioned how much i love her hair?) and katherine ramdeen who plays alex is 25-6 and is supposed to be... 18. sitting next to each other and bickering, it's kind of stark. also kind of funny that they mention barely recognizing her twice. not the only one. was thinking she was recast maybe, but nope

ALEX Claire did catch a werewolf. Oh right! Turned out to be a German shepherd with rabies. JODY And before that was the vampire. Councilwoman into erotic cosplay. I didn't know what cosplay was before that. Super embarrassing for the whole force. DEAN Wow. You've been busy.

i feel bad for claire but this is pretty great

CLAIRE Real life? Okay. Yeah, sure. Let's get real. You and Henry set on a weekend yet? ALEX What? CLAIRE When you sneaking off to Jody's cabin to screw yourself silly? DEAN Ohhh. Here we go.

getting her revenge, as is the sibling way.

honestly, i'm eating this up. sam and dean could use some normal loving family dysfunction for once

JODY Hey, if we can't talk about it we shouldn't be doing it, right? Right? [SAM stutters.] DEAN What?

jody looking to the boys for backup and they're completely falling down on the job 😔 this is also weirdly topical because i've been prepping my 10 year old with information about puberty and basics of sex ed lol

JODY And don't expect the guy, as much as I love Henry, to always show up packing. (To SAM and DEAN) Am I right? [SAM looks down at his plate and takes another bite to avoid answering. Dean stares at her blankly.] DEAN What? JODY Seriously?

useless! :p

i am reveling (obviously) in the domestic awkward bullshit.

JODY And but even there, I feel like I should be teaching her about boyfriends, and relationships, you know, stuff a mom would teach her. DEAN Sammy and I could've benefited from a little of that.

it's fine, i'm fine. hey maybe jody can straighten dean out and get him to talk to sam about amara. they help with the kids, she can help the bigger kids :p

CLAIRE Maybe it's time I just head out on my own. And be a full-fledged hunter. SAM Claire. I absolutely understand the need to hunt. Believe me. I do. But the monsters are always going to be there. On and on. Forever. But a chance at a family? At a home? School? That won't be.

probably rationing the use but i think this could have done with the mushy music. feeling for claire and sam.

also that's a huge bedroom

dean trying to be stern and lecture claire and give alex's boyfriend the stink eye, silly :p

ALEX You should know… I've done some really bad things. Hurt people. I should've told you before. HENRY Everybody's done stuff they're ashamed of. I mean, there was this one kid we all tortured in middle school, I-I can't even think about it. Alex! Hey. I don't care. Whatever it is you did, I don't. Okay?

very "this is the skin of a killer, bella"

jesus bad guy is beating the shit out of jody. very effective in how they shot/edited it

LOL aaand the boyfriend is a vampire, of course. didn't see the, i tried to help you out from a bad man but you took me back to your vampire nest and got turned, story. but made sure to vanquish any sympathy we might have had for the dude after saying he turned a high school kid into a vampire just to ruin her life as revenge

good old sibling bonding over killin vampires, a classic

adorable and always good to have more data that sam doesn't just eat salad :P

hey it's music reminding me of princess bride, i wonder if it's the same music as last time that reminded me of princess bride. that was a while ago (8x06 and 8x14 [which i included a clip of the music, dean setting up his room in the bunker with family pictures etc]). after comparing, the beginning is sorta similar but then it sort of mashes up into something else

DEAN You gonna be alright now that you're outnumbered again? JODY Ah, as long as everyone wears a condom, we'll be fine. DEAN I want that bumper sticker.

true that. told my 10 year old that it's important to know about sex and how babies get made because we don't want any surprise babies running around and the look he gave me: 😵‍💫

i think a lot of it is jody/kim rhodes but the katherine/kathryns also did great making the whole family dynamic with sam and dean work - and the writing! like hey you all can still do a good monster of the week and have really nice, touching and funny moments with the side characters - two episodes in a row! and i didn't even get disgruntled over amara drama once this episode woot woot