#professor! dean winchester

[faramirsonofgondor]

Any queer man in fiction can’t have a healthy relationship. All they know is pining, divorce, cause the apocalypse, wear silly costume, fight they homo boyfriend, trauma, be disastrous, eat hot chip & lie.

[owlssin]

i cant stop drawing these gay men

[deacons-cut]

Okay but like hear me out...

Younger Sam whos into photography and older professor(?) Dean

[sluttyimpala]

i know those boys fucked NASTY after the stanford reunion. i can see it behind my eyelids. sam bent over the cheap motel bed while dean grips his hair and asks if what they say about experimenting in college is true. calls him sammy and tells him he cant give him a higher grade because "it would violate school policy sammy". sam rides dean in the backseat while describing in detail how he did it to some random dude freshmen week. he later fucks dean in a gas station bathroom and denies him his orgasm each time he moans sammy because "it's sam".

[diminuel]

Here is my art for Mydestielbabies_67′s BottomCas Big Bang fic “Turn On A Dime”!

I know the art doesn’t really give the content of the fic away at all (though Claire attacking Dean with a frying pan delights me. A little bit of threatening of your father’s new boyfriend is allowed.)

You can read the fic here! :DD

[diabolichearts]

destiel power point working title: angels, the apocolypse, and a whole lot of gay subtext, what do we think

[fckingfangirlever]

Okay, so i got this idea.

Can we reboot Fantastic Beasts and Where to find them? But without the dumbledore and grindelwald storyline. Just Scamander brothers and the beasts.

In supernatural vibes. Two brothers, travelling and saving magic creatures.

OMG

Saving fantastic beasts, hunting poachers. The Family Business.

[virtu4l-archieve]

and this, your living kiss || opal_bullets

rating: explicit

audio length: 7 hr. 5 min.

ship: dean/cas

tags: poetry, writer!dean, professor!castiel, college au, john winchester's a+ parenting, mentions of past prostitution, mentions of cancer, angst with a happy ending

summary: after years of no longer writing poetry under the name jack allen, dean begand to crave a sense of being alive again. he suddenly decides to move in with sam and elienne, along with their son jack. searching for answers dean reaches out to his old mentor, missouri moseley, who recommended dean to audit an advanced college course in poetry taught by professor castiel novak. who happens to not only be devastatingly handsome and see something in dean, but happens to also be academic’s expert on jack allen.

um does anyone have any poetry recommendations? i’m searching for the similar highs i get from hearing jack allen’s poems. read this fic. read this fic. read this fic. actually- listen to it instead! atylk is known as a classic deancas fic- AND ITS FOR A REASON! i loved it found myself shrieking and talking to myself out of pure excitement as i listened. (god bless podfics!) i’ll definitely listen to it again in the future. xx

[batcavescolony]

S2 E20 Supernatural

Watch supernatural you said, it's great you said. You know what screw you all! Dean getting caught by the Jinn and his wish is his Mom never dying? Their is so much good, he had a girlfriend, a house, Jess was still alive. But it came with consequences, Dean and Sam don't have a relationship cus they have nothing in common, John is still dead, and all the people they saved are dead. The way Dean sucked at mowing the lawn cus he never had a lawn before, how he looked at all the pictures of graduations, them at home and his dad playing baseball? How he looked at Mary? How he went to John's grave and asked 'why them' why can't they have peace. And then he gave it all up cus he knew it wasn't real. This one hurt.

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

For @heavenssexiestangel ❤️❤️❤️

Title: Bedtime Routine

Pairing: Arthur Ketch/Dean Winchester/Gadreel

Other Character(s): Emma Winchester

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1094

Betaed by: Saudade

Warnings: Nudity

Tags: Alternate Universe- Humans, Modern, Professor Arthur Ketch, Mechanic Dean Winchester, Firefighter Gadreel, Dean Winchester is Emma Winchester’s parent, Husbands/Partners AU, polyamory, triad, Arthur Ketch is Emma Winchester’s Parent, Gadreel is Emma Winchester’s parent, kid Emma Winchester, Fluff, Domesticity, No Smut, Naked Arthur Ketch, Established Relationship, kid fic sort of, family fic, after dinner time, Cuddleslut Dean Winchester, bedtime routine

Summary: Nightly routine for the family

Ao3 Link

Gadreel is washing the few dishes by hand and then hands them to Arthur, who dries them off. He sets them on the drying rack to put away later. Gadreel begins to playfully shove Arthur. Arthur bites his lower lip and shoves back, just as playful. Gadreel grins and sticks his tongue out at him. Arthur raises a brow with a small smirk. Gadreel’s eyes widen and he quickly goes back to finishing washing the silverware. Arthur comes over, placing sloppy, open mouth kisses on the back of Gadreel’s neck with a scrape of his teeth. The man visibly trembles at the kisses and closes his eyes.

“Ketch,” warns Dean.

Arthur looks up, innocent eyes. “All done?”

“She’s all yours, Storyteller.”

Arthur places a chaste kiss on Gadreel’s cheek and meets Dean, handing him the hand towel. He leans and gives Dean a peck on the cheek. “Harry Potter, it is.”

“Have fun,” says Dean with a wink and smacks Arthur’s slacks-covered ass.

The Brit walks into a small bedroom that is very much princess- and fantasy-themed with unicorns, dragons, and fairy decorations.

“Hello, Princess,” Arthur greets.

The blonde-haired child in bed is in a matching Disney princess shirt and shorts, with a large book from the Harry Potter series.

“Hey, Papa,” Emma greets in return. “Will you do the voices?”

Arthur grins and sits down, taking the book in hand, and nods. “Of course, Love.” He looks for the bookmark. “Now, where were we?”

Back in the kitchen, Dean puts away the dishes while Gadreel walks to Emma’s room.

Before Gadreel knocks on the open doorway interrupting the story, he takes a few moments to watch Arthur read to Emma, doing different voices for each character. He remembers how Arthur was determined to have Emma like him when he came into their lives, and when he learned she loved being read to, he started trying to do voices. He has gotten really good but only does it for their little girl. Gadreel decides now to knock on the doorway.

The two look up. Gadreel stares into those matching green eyes and freckled face that screams she is Dean’s daughter. “Wanted to say goodnight to my girl.” Gadreel’s warm timbre echoes in his smile.

“Ree!” The seven-year-old squeals and reaches out towards him.

He walks around her bed and kneels on the floor, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “You be good for your Papa, okay?”

“Ok, Ree.” She places a quick peck on Gadreel’s cheek before settling back into Arthur’s side.

“See you soon,” Gadreel promises to his partner as he walks back around the bed and places a kiss into his hair.

Arthur nods and picks up where he left off.

By the time Arthur notices Emma having fallen asleep against him, he realizes he lost track of time. He kisses Emma’s hair and slowly shifts to help his little girl get under the covers for a nice bout of sleep. He puts the book down next to her dragon lamp and turns off the light. He leaves her bedroom door open a few inches to act as a nightlight.

When he walks into his bedroom, he finds a topless Dean cuddled up with Gadreel in his usual undershirt and the comforter on their laps. The Grand Tour is playing on their large-screen TV.

The two pairs of eyes look at him expectantly as he pulls off his tie. He places it on the chest of drawers, and continues with unbuttoning his shirt.

“How are you doing, Professor?” inquires Dean with a pout.

Arthur’s eyes widen with his mouth slightly open, disbelieving that Dean is flirting with him.

“What?” Dean leans toward his partner with a smirk. “I can’t flirt with you, now?”

A flush begins to creep across Arthur’s cheeks. He can never get over Dean flirting with him and enjoys it. He slowly takes off his shirt—revealing his soft hairy chest with nice definition—and tosses the shirt in the hamper, only part of it making it in.

Gadreel’s eyes soften. “Arthur.” He places his fingers against the small smile on his lips.

“I know. I know. Thank you, Dean.”

“Did you just thank me for flirting with you?”

Arthur realizing Dean is correct. He closes his eyes and chuckles as he pulls his belt from his slacks. “Yes, Darling. I did.” He places his belt next to his tie, shaking his head. He looks at his partners, eyes dancing with happiness. “I need to shower,” Arthur advises with no segue.

Dean rolls his eyes and cuddles back in with Gadreel. “Ok.”

Arthur unbuttons and unzips his slacks, pushing them down until they fall to a puddle at his feet. His black boxer briefs don’t hide anything to the eye. He winks when he catches Dean’s green eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll be quick.”

“You better be,” Dean grumbles.

Arthur saunters into the bathroom.

“I hate it when he does that.”

“You’re just upset that he teases before flirting back,” Gadreel accuses and kisses Dean’s temple.

Dean harrumphs and tries to watch the show, unsuccessfully. He’s craving Arthur’s touch, loves snuggling with his men.

About fifteen minutes later, Dean and Gadreel have shifted to the middle of the bed as they wait for Arthur. The man exits the steaming bathroom, naked as he rubs a towel into his hair.

Dean loves that Arthur sleeps naked; it means lots of potential for fun during the night and usually, there is.

Arthur hangs that towel back up in the bathroom and keeps the door open before returning to the room.

The two men scoot apart and Gadreel pats the space between them.

Arthur grins wide and goes to the foot of the bed, crawling up between the two men.

Dean is unable to wait and runs his hand down his partner’s back and hip as Arthur gets settled under the comforter. He grins back at Arthur and cuddles into his side; Arthur reaches out to allow Gadreel to do the same. The three men lay on their Asian king, four-post bed, and cuddle while finishing up the episode of The Grand Tour.

“Love you,” says Dean into Arthur’s shoulder.

“I love you, Dean, and you too, Gadreel,” Arthur replies.

“I love you too, Arthur.” Gadreel kisses Arthur’s cheek and snuggles in a bit more as his eyelids begin to feel heavy.

[bisexualswagcompetition]

[faramirsonofgondor]

Sometimes babygirl is a severely repressed man with big cow eyes that get so shiny, a found family, and way too much trauma.

[incorrectspnforfun]

[maximumkillshot]

By The Books-Part 3

Warnings:The regulars with this series, you know... and then some... lets call it fluff? Idk it’s been a hot min.  Pairing: Professor!Dean x Reader x Professor!Sam (EVENTUALLY)   Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader A/N: I hope yall enjoy it!!!

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As I was cooking dinner Sam walked In, in search of a beer most likely.

“So what do you really make of Y/N?” Sam asked, or should I say inquired because I’m a professor now… any way I answered with a “she seems cool, like she can hang with the big boys in the big leagues. She’s got promise. Especially in abnormal psych. I should the Gacy picture,”

“Not the one with the decalitated head.” 

I nodded as I mixed up the ground beef with the marinara sauce.

“Yep, she didn’t even flinch.” I said as I added some spice. 

“Well dean you should’ve seen her answering questions in my class. I kid you not, she demolished everyone. It was art.” Said Sam as he took a seat.

“I’m sure it wasn’t as—“ I was cut off by Sam saying “she answered the Wicca v. Witchcraft question, Dean, no hesitation, just pure facts.”

“You thinking we need to do a test on her?” I asked. “I shook her hand with a silver ring, cross on the inside. I wore blessed oil and got close too, no reaction.” I relplied.

Sam added, “I had salt on the entries and exits, devils trap under right where she was standing, got no adverse reaction.”

“So she’s naturally this good?” I asked as I served up his salad and my real food.

“Or she’s just curious” said Sam as he took in a mouthful, “either way we’ll see what she’s made of soon enough.”

NOW:

Two Weeks Later 

Dean POV:

 Man today’s classes went on way too long. I’ve been getting impatient with these kids. None of them are rising to the occasion when it comes to Y/N. She literally wipes the floor with them. I could see the hate from some of these kids who roll their eyes when she raises her hand. It’s almost like they know her adding onto the class means that they need to work more in the end. Not to mention she’s doing all of this while being a student researcher for not just one professor, but two. 

As soon as class was dismissed today I texted my brother, making sure our plans for lunch were set in stone. As soon as I got the okay from him I made my way to the Chinese restaurant across from campus, where we were planning to meet. Luckily, he was already there and ordered.

My brother noticed my frustration immediately, “Someone’s pissy. What happened?”

I just replied with “These kids. They’re acting some kinda way towards Y/N simply because she’s stepping up to the plate.”

“That’s happening in your class too?”

“Yeah, it’s really pissing me off. She does such great work and obviously knows what she’s doing.”

“Maybe it’s just too easy for her, Dean. Maybe we need to crank it up.”

I looked at him sideways, “we are trying to teach her, Sammy, not murder the poor girl, it’s bad enough she has to defend a thesis.”

“A thesis which we are going to help her prepare…” Sam said with a smirk as he sipped on his tea. 

“Come again?” I asked.

“Yesterday she and I were reading ancient ritual ceremonial books from the ….”

“Can we please skip the magical shit, Sam?”

“Ok fine, anyway, she shared her idea of a thesis with me and I tend to like it alot actually…”

“Mind letting me in on this or?” I questioned.

“Her thesis is going to be on the importance and ramifications of human sacrifices on the psyche. It’s going to explore it from a ritualistic and criminal psychological aspect, tying ritual killings to serial killers and finding where that drive comes from.”

“Ok, not gonna lie…. That is gonna kill every other thesis presented.” I smiled. “I never looked at either of those topics being tied together and yet she found this pattern? How?”

Sam smiled and said, “if you give a builder the materials and tools, they’ll build the Taj Mahal, Dean.”

I replied with “Sammy… Don’t ever use any analogy ever again, it’s cringe worthy.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes… yes it is.”

Then I saw that the waiter brought over three bowls of rice and then I heard Y/N behind me, “hey sorry I’m late.”

I immediately looked to Sam and he said “Nonsense you’re right on time.”

As she sat down Sam continued, “So… I just filled Dean in on your thesis.”

“Yeah he did, I’m seriously impressed Y/N. You are kicking some serious ass here.” I said as I took a mouthful of rice. 

“Thanks, it’s gonna be hard tying them together though. Ritualistic killings can claim the fear of repercussions but serial killings? Not necessarily.” She said as she took a mouthful of rice.

I started thinking and I said, “Well one could say that many serial killers have a drive to kill, in that it could be considered ritualistic. You also have many serial killers that have patterns to their madness. Very ritualistic in nature. Just because there’s no deity behind it doesn’t necessarily mean that it isn’t ritualistic.”

Her eyes lit up and she said, “That’s true but that only explains a fraction of the serial killers out there.”

I continued, “You’re right about that. The other majority is those with mental illnesses. I did study those as well. In many of those cases it can be seen as a fear driven act. Like some serial killers have a fear of rejection, so they kill the victim before they can be rejected. Others have unresolved childhood trauma that leads them to enact vengeance, trying to make things right.”

Sammy interjected, “That can even be tied to the ritualistic killings of the Mayan peoples. Whenever they had a bad harvest or wanted to appease the gods, make things right, they’d give human sacrifices until their luck turned around. But this is just one of the many early peoples and religions that did this.”

I concluded, “So you need to find that one commonality. If you look at these cases, and these religions, stripped down to their bones. You’ll find that there is really not much difference between these ritualistic killings and these mass murderers. And for those that kill just to kill, you could even say that they were ritualistic in the aspect of repetition.”

She looked confused at that, “How is repetition ritualistic?”

“The act of repeating something is a ritual in and of itself. A definition of ritual as an adjective is arising from convention or habit.”

Her eyes got even brighter as she said, “Ahh I see, so just the fact that it’s done the same way multiple times can consider it as a repetitious act, Making it literally a ritualistic killing pattern.”

Sam looked at me and nodded saying, “Meaning that the drive to kill is repetitious no matter what the trigger is, especially in serial killers and in ritualistic killings.”

I continued, “Many serial killers even describe their murders as ceremonial. They felt they needed to be done, whether it be to regain control, to fix the past, or to just satiate a need. This all falls into ritualistic killings because there is a purpose to them, even if they did it just because they could, that in itself is a reason.”

She smiled and looked down to her rice, “I.. how… Claire wasn’t kidding.” She said under her breath to herself.

Sammy’s eyebrows furrowed, “What did Claire say?”he asked.

She took a forkful of rice and looked up at him with her smile peaking through, “She told me you guys would be more than willing to help.” She swallowed the rice and looked at us both up and down, “And more than equipped to do the job right.”

“I’m equipped to do a few things, Sweetheart.” Shit… did that just come out of my mouth… Fuck me.

She looked unphased as Sammy looked mortified, “What Dean means is, he is also a specialist in witchcraft and religion…. Right Dean…” his eyes got big as I cleared my throat..

“Uhh yeah, I also have a mean medieval weapons collection at home, as well as my hundreds of books on murderers and stuff. You should come by, Sammy has a few occult books that could help with the thesis too. Make a night out of it?” I asked, trying to save myself.

Her head cocked to the side, “Are you asking me over to your place, Dean?” “As much as I want to help you,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster, “I can’t give you all of the information that our library at home can. It’s a literal goldmine for someone like you for a thesis. This is strictly professional but I do understand if that makes you uncomfortable. I can bring a few in but because I can’t say with 100% certainty where you’re going or where you’re at in your thesis, the stuff I bring in may not help you. It may be better for you to just come by and have a look for yourself.”

She nodded as she said “Well I only have a writing class left after this then I’ll be off until Tuesday… So what day works for you?” She asked.

Sammy and I both have the same schedules and ironically… It’s the same as hers, only on campus Tuesdays/Thursdays, online classes Monday and Wednesday.

“When do you get out of your class?” I asked as I checked my watch. “4:30pm” She said as she continued to eat. “I mean we can hang around for a few hours, get some papers graded while you have class, and we can go home with you, I’ll make some dinner and we’ll dive into those books, sound good?” I asked while Sam’s face slowly started contorting.

“Sounds awesome, and thanks so much for all of this. I know it’s not easy letting someone into your home.” She smiled. Sam wiped the discomfort off of his face as he said, “We are just really excited that someone is as enthusiastic about this stuff as we are, it’s not every day that we meet students that are this skilled and well… have an iron stomach for our subjects.” He chuckled. I laughed, “yeah usually kids go running out of our classes once things get uncomfortable.”

She smirked and said, “Growing is uncomfortable, Knowledge can be uncomfortable, that's why the kids run, but the adults stay and handle business.” She said as the waiter came up.

After a nice lunch Y/N said her goodbyes and Sammy and I stood at the table, as soon as the door closed my head snapped to Sammy, “How the hell is she not a hunter?” “Dean”

“No, don't Dean me, you see her right? The way she walks, the way she studies and writes, the way sheeee…” I struggled finding the words. “Hunts for information…” Sam completed.

“Yes! Yes exactly… Sammy she is doing this for more than a thesis. She has to be.” I said as I thought long and hard.

“She’s doing it to impress us.” Sam said. “We are not that special Sammy, she is drop dead gorgeous and has way more important shit to do.” I was exasperated.

“Maybe this is a sign,” I said as Sammy huffed.

“Not this again” “Just hear me out Sammy, what if this is Chuck saying ‘okay boys you had your fun now let's get back into the game, shall we?’” I asked as I played with the straw of my drink.

“Chuck is gone, Dean… You know that.”

“No, I know that Amara had enough of his shit and trapped him on this planet, that’s what I know.” I replied. “Dean… we are retired.” Sam huffed as he took the check to the counter. ��So was the Terminator and Rick-Flair but after a decade, bam! Rick’s back in the ring and Terminator’s…. You know…. terminating.” Sam rolled his eyes as we walked out of the restaurant, “listen, Dean, we don’t know her motivation, but we both know if she was a hunter she wouldn’t be able to get up at 5 am to decode tomes before classes, she’d be knocked out, in her bed, with bruises, scars and bloody laundry waiting in the next room. Hunters aren’t masters students. They’re backroads highwaymen, they’re outlaws, they’re….”

“Professors” I said as I turned Sammy towards me, “They’re super intelligent, smartasses, master manipulators, actors, weapons and religion specialists… They are masters at hiding in plain sight… Sam… we are hunters and we have fucking Doctorates.”

“Oh my god,” Sam Drawled out. “Given you hacked Harvard’s servers to get us them but still, we’re fucking doctors.” I said as I rushed out the truth and Sam started walking. “Dean, listen to me… Y/N has no marks, no scars, no bruises. She’s not jumpy or attuned with her surroundings, she has no indication of hidden runes, tomes, no unusual jewelry… She is just a normal woman, with a very interesting set of hobbies that she happens to be getting a degree in. Stop making it more than that… Don’t get her on a path that leads to death. We already did that to hundreds of people. It’s time to stop.” Sam said sternly. I looked at him and said, “fine, fine… We’ll help the girl, get her thesis on track, pray to god she teaches with us, and we’ll move on… but what if she finds out about our past?” “She won’t, it’s all locked away. We made sure of that.” Sam said as we walked into the elevator.

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[frosthexe]

Profoundly Different - amireal, tiamatv - Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]

"Castiel?" Sam calls out, carefully. Both of them lower their guns but don’t put them away, yet: there’s no sign of a struggle, but the guy did just break out of an insane asylum by squishing an orderly. With a bureau that he shouldn't have been able to move. "We're not gonna hurt you. We're here to help. My name is Sam. This is my brother, Dean."

There's a loud silence. Dean can hear the wind rustling through the structure.

A deep voice suddenly speaks up. It’s coarse and raspy and sounds like it hurts coming out; he’s never heard anything like it. It sends shivers down Dean's spine.

"Dean?” the man asks. “Dean Winchester?"

(A Season 4 AU: what if the fallen angel Dean and Sam ran into was Castiel, not Anna?)