#the winchesters

[fandomnerd9602]

Hi, can I get a aftermath of Son of Dean x Hope Mikaelson x Josie Saltzman?

Dean Winchester walks down the hallway…

Dean: Y/N? Where are you?

Y/N stumbles out of his room, button up shirt a mess…

Y/N: hey dad

Dean: what happened to your-

Hope and Josie step out a second later, each pulling on him…

Hope: (whines) baby please come back

Josie: (whines) please. We’re not done with you yet!

Dean: I’ll come back later

The girls pull Y/N into the room again. Dean shakes his head and leaves…

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Band-aids and Biker Gangs

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by anonymous

Synopsis: the brothers’ baby (toddler) sister gets (minimally) hurt, and they come to the rescue

“De, I want more pie!”

“You already had two pieces.” Dean argued with his three-year old little sister as they left the diner with Sam and their side.

“I’m pretty sure you have only yourself to blame for this,” Sam chuckled. “Your addiction got her addicted.

“I’m not—“ Dean took his eyes off you to argue with Sam, and you took the opportunity to run ahead, going for the Impala. You’d almost reached it when a group of motorcyclists swerved into the parking lot. They cut around you, but one came so close that he had you stumbling backwards, a scream of terror leaving you as the roaring engine passed about a foot away from you. In your attempts to get away, your foot hit the curb and you went down hard.

All of this happened in mere seconds, and Sam and Dean could do nothing but watch. That is, until the motorcyclists had passed and you were lying on the street, crying.

Dean reached you first, his instincts kicking in just a second before Sam’s. As soon as he reached you, he was checking for injuries—your hands were cut up badly because of the small rocks covering the pavement, but other than that you seemed unhurt.

Dean’s heart twisted when he noticed you sobbing and trying to pick pebbles out of your palms.

“Hey, hey.” Dean grabbed your hands. “It’s ok sweetheart, let me do that.”

He heard you whimpering, and looked up to see your staring past him, your little body shaking. Dean turned around to see the biker gang watching the both of them.

“Take her,” Dean said to Sam without even looking at him as he stood and went straight for the biker that had almost run you over.

Sam lifted you into his arms, letting you wrap your arms around his neck as he rubbed your back.

“Shh, it’s gonna be ok,” he whisper-spoke to you, rocking you gently but making sure to keep you faced away from the men. He watched Dean carefully, prepared to step in only if he had to—he didn’t want to let you go for a second, not when you were shaking and crying in his arms.

Thankfully, Dean had it handled.

…

“Hey!” There was no question as to why Dean was approaching the biker—he was pissed, and everyone knew it.

“You got a problem with me?” The biker demanded.

“Yes, actually, I do. That’s a toddler over there, that you coulda killed!”

The man was unbothered.

“I had it handled.”

“Well, do you wanna know what I think?” Dean was nose to nose with the man, all but shaking with anger. “I think you’re gonna get on that oversized tricycle, and you’re gonna clear out.”

A few of the other bikers stepped forwards, but the man held them back with an “I’ve got him.”

“Or what?” The man spat. Dean scoffed, a smirk twitching on his lips a split second before he knocked the man flat on his back. Before the man’s buddies could even react, Dean had his gun out and aimed at the man on the ground.

“What about now?” Dean growled. The man got up slowly, brushing himself off and staring warily at Dean’s weapon.

“We were just leaving anyway,” he huffed, and within a minute him and his friends were gone, making sure to give you and Sam a wide berth.

“Hey.” Dean’s rage was gone in a moment, replaced by soft eyes and gentle touches as he pulled you into his arms. Sam released you without protest. “How are we doing, huh baby?” Dean asked gently.

“‘M ok,” you sniffled, resting your head against Dean’s shoulder and all but burying your face against his neck. He’d never felt you hold him as tightly as you were now, and he felt compelled to tighten his arms around you too, making sure you felt secure.

“Let’s get you back to the motel and we can take a look at those hands, ok?” He suggested.

“It hurts,” you whimpered, each word coming out between shuddering breaths as you tried to speak through your tears. But you made no other protest as Dean carried you to the Impala. However, when he tried to bundle you into your car seat, you started to cry harder, refusing to release your clad-iron grip around his neck.

“Hey, it’s ok,” Sam soothed as he reached out and pried you from Dean’s arms. “I’ve got you, you can sit with me.”

Dean went over to his side as Sam sat in the passenger seat, securing you in his lap. They wouldn’t normally do this, as it wasn’t the safest way to travel, but the motel was only minutes away, and neither brother was able to resist you when you were upset.

You calmed down during the drive to the motel, the gentle purr of baby lulling you as the pain in your hands faded to a dull ache.

Sam carried you into the motel room, and when the brothers entered Dean went straight for the first aid kit. When he turned to you and Sam, he grinned when he saw Sam already distracting you, making silly faces while you giggled and kicked your feet. You were so happy that you hardly noticed Dean gently grabbing onto your wrist. That is, until he rubbed disinfectant on your palm. You were mid-giggle when it turned into a whine, and you struggled to pull your hand from Dean’s.

“Stop it!” You started to cry again when Dean wouldn’t let go of your hand.

“Hey, hey…” Sam brushed a few of your tears away. “De’s just fixing up your hand, you’re ok.”

“It hurts!” You yelled at him. He wasn’t fazed by your anger, knowing you were just hurting, and he spent the next few minutes calmly comforting you as Dean finished up with your hands.

“Ok.” Dean finished off each bandage with a gentle kiss to your hands. “You’re all done.”

You held your arms up and let Dean pick you up, wrapping your arms around his neck and burrowing against his shoulder.

“Thanks, De,” you mumbled. He could still hear you sniffling.

“You bet,” he said softly. “You were really good, you know.”

“Yeah,” Sam chimed in. “Good enough, I think you deserve some ice cream.”

“Ice cream!” Your head popped up, and both boys chuckled.

“C’mon, baby,” Dean grinned. “My treat.”

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[stephstars08]

Jensen Ackles as the colors of the rainbow ~ Red❤️

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[420technoblazeit]

everybody hsut up and reblog 25k note hatecrime sam

[vendettasfanfictioning]

I can't find it but to the person who posted that Sam and Dean should've fought in 15x19 while they grieved Eileen and Castiel respectively, I am kissing you on both cheeks respectfully or giving you a high five if that's not your style.

The idea of Sam saying, "I lost Eileen!" and Dean rebuts with, "well I lost Cas!" and Sam going, "that's not the same thing!" and Dean landing the killing blow, "of course it's not. At least you got to tell Eileen you loved her back!" all of that exploding in the stillness of the bunker, of the world without life, is fucking beautiful cinematic astounding magnificent glorious I am living for it.

[buckleydiazmp4]

oh 2022 we're really in it now

[sunglassesmish]

[unhinged-jackles]

[bvrtysbvtches]

the most unrealistic thing that happened in supernatural was john going to heaven

[chaoticace22]

don’t worry guys i have eurovision covered in here

[feelingthedisaster]

being in the supernatural fandom is so funny. there are pages-long essays about characterization, metaphors and picture. there is a lot of crack. the fandom is divided whether you ship world's biggest age gap or incest. one of the main actors has an ao3 account and has probably read the fanfiction. another one of the main cast made his own fanfaction and turn it into a tv show. your favourite characters dies, you laugh bc it wont last, the stay dead for a little bit too long and you start to get worry, they get resurrected and damn, these writers dont know when to stop, its the third time they died and came back, fucking commit to it. we all hate the writers and producers. literally invented queerbait and we all fell for it. a random character from a totally unrelated show is canon bisexual and wow, we are trending. you want to defend your fav character and your main obstacle is your fav character (you gaslight yourself into "all fault is on the writers not my baby"). we out-trended the us elections and contine to trend on every anniversary of that day. we discuss which season is the best like they arent a recycled plot we already seen. the show was meant appel to conservaties and the fandom is made of gay people somehow. the main characters are alcoholic murderers that do extremely questionable stuff every season and we love them for it. someone outside the spn fandom finds out you are in and they look at you like you are insane and you cant even blame them.

[scoobydoodean]

SPN Finale: Dean is just Sam's brother.

SPNWIN Finale: Dean is death defying, rule breaking, human disorder incarnate. Dean is the free will theme. He believes in making your own destiny. He doesn't give a damn about the cosmic order. He doesn't give a damn about rules.

"No more crap about being a good soldier. There is a right and there is a wrong here, and you know it!"

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SPN Finale: Dean was at peace with a young and bloody death. Dean would just sit around in heaven content, waiting for Sam to show up.

SPNWIN Finale: "If you want to cast me out of heaven, so be it."

"You can take your peace, and shove it up your lily-white ass."

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SPN Finale: Most of Dean's found family doesn't matter to Dean or Sam. Sam and Bobby are Dean's only family. He knows Sam is happy and okay and Dean has Bobby.

SPNWIN Finale: "I was looking for my family."

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SPN Finale: Dean's own personal happiness doesn't matter to him. The only thing that matters to Dean is that Sam lives a long life, and that is fine. Dean can give up on clawing for his own source of happiness and contentment outside of his brother's well-being.

SPNWIN Finale: Sam will live a long life. Dean still feels driven to search for something more—something personal to him. Dean has not given up the search. He is still rambling on.

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"I'll take the pain, and the guilt... It's a lot better than being some Stepford Bitch in paradise."

[wellofdean]

Do you ever think about how Supernatural is the story of how a capricious and cruel author/father/god, who imprisons and then permanently neutralises his feminine equal/sister and orchestrates everything in his little sandbox to watch brothers kill each other, has to burn down the multiverse to suppress the one thing he cannot control: the irrepressible queer love story of Cas and Dean?

I do. All the time.

[solarmidnight]

Supernatural: Dean is in heaven, a better place. He gets to drive around for forty years waiting for Sam to show! Isn't that great? Perfect ending for him! 😊

Dean, the very moment people took their eyes off him: