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N°01 - Countdown - Season 1 Trailer

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Me as the Countdown press tour begins

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I’m afraid I won’t survive this

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Happy anniversary to these cuties

So Dee brought something over for Jensen to sign and he gave her a kiss. I honestly about died. Then she walked past us a stopped to have a whole conversation with us.

These two are so precious and so down to earth I don’t know how I’m still breathing rn

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i was at 2,011 followers last week. went through my blog and blocked so many porn bots & blank blogs, I'm back down to 1,963 and I'm still on the verge of going back for a second round of mass deleting.

please, if y'all are going to migrate to Tumblr dot com, put some effort into reblogging things that you enjoy on here. this isn't TikTok, or Instagram. we don't get paid to have silent followers. we don't get paid for anything on this site, really.

if y'all want 'content' and new fics to read or art to see, reblogging is the way to do it on this website. there is no such thing as 'fans' this isn't your typical social media. it's a site for blogging. it's a site for the weirdos who obsess over mundane things.

interactions with others are what keeps this hellsite from turning into Facebook or IG, or twitter. please for the love of God, do not treat this sanctuary like every other social media platform.

ETA: the people liking this without reblogging are proving my point. LOL

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“Cooking has always been a sort of escape for him growing up, a time when the young man could have quiet to think and the space to be by himself.”

A firefighter!Dean fic that I hope to finish before I’m 60

this week's word is...

Find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it. Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.

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It just hit me that means I’ve had this blog nearly half my lifetime on this earth

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I’m sorry but the rapper beef sending Jensen so far down a spiral he finally posts on insta is so funny to me

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Happy Birthday to my babygirl, Dean Winchester

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Please consider donating to the LAFD. Funds go directly to helping them fight the fires raging in SoCal atm. I’ve donated here and to the RedCross. A little from a lot of people makes a difference.

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Happy Christmas Eve Eve everyone! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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Thanks for the rec!

November Reading Recs

A rather short but sweet list this time (November hasn't been a great month). I hope to try and get caught up on my long list of fics to read in December. So...

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, who take the time to give us all these incredible stories (for free), allowing us to escape into these worlds. Here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

Reading Recs Masterlist

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Nothing Lasts Forever @justagirlinafandomworld

Slow Fire Burn @justagirlinafandomworld

Authors Summary: Dean makes good on his promise.

The Heat of the Matter @whatareyousearchingfordean

Authors Summary: Dreams are keeping her awake, so Y/n decides to visit Dean at work

The Boys

Soldier Boy

Imagine Soldier Boy (Ben) Using Your Hairdryer @zepskies

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Turned and looked at a patient tv (which was on mute) and saw 1 second of this random extras face and immediately knew it was an episode of spn

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The Heat of the Matter

Summary: Dreams are keeping her awake, so Y/n decides to visit Dean at work

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female!reader

Word Count: 1.3K+

Warnings: Language, sexual intercourse (wrap it before you tap it), low-key voyeurism

Author’s Note: I can't believe I wrote words! It's not a lot of words but it's words. This little one-shot was inspired by a dream I had the other night so enjoy!

Check out Alexandra’s Library for more works by yours truly!

“It’s late.”

The statement was laced with more concern than it was accusatory. The firefighter stood before her in a dark pair of joggers and a t-shirt with the department emblem on his left chest. His hair was ruffled as if he had just run his hands through it before greeting her. For a moment, she felt bad for waking him, until she remembered that he had answered her text almost immediately. He had been awake too. 

“Couldn’t sleep, weird dreams,” she replied, pushing past him into the darkness of the fire station. Dean had met her at the back door, leading straight to the firehouse living quarters. The kitchen was easily recognizable as she stepped into it, even in the darkness. The double industrial-sized refrigerators hummed in the distance and the large dining table, big enough for at least a dozen men, loomed in the center of the space. 

“So you decide to visit me at work… in the middle of the night?” Dean closed the door, the latch clicking quietly behind them. She hummed to herself as she ran a finger across the glossy wood of the table, the red Maltese firefighter cross in the center shining in the little bit of light coming from outside.  

“I was lying in bed, staring up at the fan whirring above me, and it got me thinking,” she answered as she continued deeper into the station, towards the one place she truly wanted to see. Dean’s soft footsteps followed after her, through the rec room and finally stopping just before the door to the apparatus bay. 

“About?” He tried again, his curiosity rising with her elusive behavior. 

She pursed her lips as if she had to remember what had been keeping her up, before turning to push into the bay. The large space somehow felt freeing as she stepped into the moonlight streaming in from the large windowed doors. She no longer had to hold back. 

“Me, you… us.”

“Us?” Dean paused in the doorway as she skipped towards the engine. The soft summer dress she had slipped on in her haste to get out the door flowed around her as she spun back to face him, cross-armed and leaning against the open door frame. 

“You know I’ve never gotten to sit in one of these?” The woman ran her painted fingers across the shiny chrome and fire-red paint. 

Dean’s nose scrunched at her sudden change in topic. She continued to smile softly at him until he rolled his eyes at her, giving in easily to whatever it was she wanted. 

“Better late than never,” Dean sighed and made his way over to her. The firefighter pulled the engine door open, the creak of the metal echoing around the open space. He offered her his hand, helping the woman into the backseat before slipping in behind her and shutting the door. 

The pair sat across from each other, their legs intertwined in the small space. She looked around her, taking in the equipment that hung overhead and the station name stitched into the fabric of the seats. 

“You wanna tell me what this is really about now?” Dean’s voice had her looking back at him, his hands clasped in his lap as he waited patiently for her to reveal her true motives for coming here. 

“Everybody’s sleeping?” 

“What? Y/n/n, this is-”

“Is everybody asleep?” She asked again, not letting him finish what was sure to be an aggravated rant. He searched her face, looking for something within her features that might answer whatever questions were running through his mind. After a moment, he finally relented with a soft nod of affirmation. 

Leaning forward, the woman placed her hands on Dean’s thighs, slowly running them up toward his hips. Dean sat back in the seat, letting his hands drop to his side as he looked at her, eyes going wide. It was clear this was the last thing he had expected, but he made no move to stop her as she climbed into his lap. 

“Y/n, what are you doing?” His voice was a breath against his lips as her hands found their place at the column of his neck. 

“I thought that much was obvious,” she replied with a smile, leaning in to brush her lips against his pulse just below his jaw. Dean’s hands found the dip in her waist and he gripped tight, fingers curling into the light fabric. 

“This is what you dreamt about, wasn’t it?” It all had finally clicked for him. The being awake in the middle of the night, the needing to see him right away, she had dreamed about being with him and now she was all worked up and needy. 

The woman nodded as she continued her assault on his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the length of it before licking up toward his jaw. He turned his head toward the action, catching her lips with his own and sucking her tongue into his mouth. A low moan vibrated in her chest, urging him on. His thick arms snaked around her, pulling them impossibly close to each other and sending a jolt of excitement through her nervous system when she felt the length of him below her. 

“Okay, sweetheart.” 

That was all she needed to know he was all in and she reached behind herself to pull the zipper of her dress down her back. As the material fell from her body, she pulled her arms free from the dress’ straps. Her body reacted to the cool air inside the engine, goose bumps rising under her skin and her nipples hardening. 

“We’ve gotta be quick,” she explained as she slid back on his thighs, giving herself just enough access to pull on the elastic of his waistband. Dean lifted his hips to allow her to move his sweats and boxers to his thighs. 

“Fuck.” the expletive dripped from his tongue as she took his length in her hand, squeezing gently as she ran her hand from the base of his shaft to the head, bringing his arousal to life. Spitting in her palm, she repeated the action one more time before moving her hips back to his.  The woman slid her panties to the side to line him up with her core and sank onto him. 

Her breath caught in her throat as her body adjusted to the intrusion. Once her muscles relaxed to the fullness, she began, rolling her hips as she moved up and down. Dean’s fingers dug into the flesh at her waist as he helped her with the motion, his hips meeting hers thrust for thrust. 

The dream had left her so inflamed with need that she could already tell she was close. Her body thrummed with the arousal that flooded her bloodstream, releasing itself from its confines with every moan that fell from her lips. 

å“Dean,” she whined as he buried his face in her neck. He was letting her lead this time, letting her use him to get herself off, but she knew how much he was holding back. 

“Yeah, baby, I know, come for me.” His breath fanned over her as her pace quickened in search of her climax. 

A bolt of electricity sparked across her nervous system, snapping the band in her belly and sending her arousal over that final cliff. Her legs shook around his hips, the muscles losing their strength with her orgasm. Dean grunted below her and she just barely registered him twitching inside her, having found his end along with her. 

“Was that better than your dream?” He asked with a wry chuckle, pulling his head back to look at her flushed face. She wrinkled her nose, feigning ignorance for a moment before leaning in to kiss him slow and deep. 

“Let’s just say, I crossed something off my bucket list that I didn’t even know was on there.” She admitted before peppering soft kisses across his cheek.

Forevers: @440mxs-wife @akshi8278 @emoryhemsworth @ever-mischief @foxyjwls007 @hobby27 @jbsgirl4ever11 @jensengirl83 @katbratsupernaturalwhore @leigh70 @lyarr24 @maggiegirl17 @maliburenee @muhahaha303 @mrsjenniferwinchester @sexyvixen7 @siospins2 @spnwoman @suckitands33 @stephv213 @stoneyggirl​2 @supernatural3002​ @traceyaudette @xlynnbbyx@anathewierdo @atc74 @austin-winchester67 @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce​ @briagallen @callmekda @dawnie1988 @deandreamernp @deanwanddamons @ellewritesfix05 @heartsaved @janicho88 @jarpad24 @littlewhiterose @lunarmoon8 @msmarvelouswinchester @polina-93​ @roseblue373 @sleepylunarwolf @spnbaby-67 @squirrelnotsam @stiles-stilinski-24-dylan @suckmyapplejacks​ @supraveng @tatted-trina6 @thoughts-and-funnies @tranquility-or-chaos​ @watermelonlipstick @waywardbeanie @wayward-dreamer @winchest09 @woodworthti666

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The Heat of the Matter

Summary: Dreams are keeping her awake, so Y/n decides to visit Dean at work

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female!reader

Word Count: 1.3K+

Warnings: Language, sexual intercourse (wrap it before you tap it), low-key voyeurism

Author’s Note: I can't believe I wrote words! It's not a lot of words but it's words. This little one-shot was inspired by a dream I had the other night so enjoy!

Check out Alexandra’s Library for more works by yours truly!

“It’s late.”

The statement was laced with more concern than it was accusatory. The firefighter stood before her in a dark pair of joggers and a t-shirt with the department emblem on his left chest. His hair was ruffled as if he had just run his hands through it before greeting her. For a moment, she felt bad for waking him, until she remembered that he had answered her text almost immediately. He had been awake too. 

“Couldn’t sleep, weird dreams,” she replied, pushing past him into the darkness of the fire station. Dean had met her at the back door, leading straight to the firehouse living quarters. The kitchen was easily recognizable as she stepped into it, even in the darkness. The double industrial-sized refrigerators hummed in the distance and the large dining table, big enough for at least a dozen men, loomed in the center of the space. 

“So you decide to visit me at work… in the middle of the night?” Dean closed the door, the latch clicking quietly behind them. She hummed to herself as she ran a finger across the glossy wood of the table, the red Maltese firefighter cross in the center shining in the little bit of light coming from outside.  

“I was lying in bed, staring up at the fan whirring above me, and it got me thinking,” she answered as she continued deeper into the station, towards the one place she truly wanted to see. Dean’s soft footsteps followed after her, through the rec room and finally stopping just before the door to the apparatus bay. 

“About?” He tried again, his curiosity rising with her elusive behavior. 

She pursed her lips as if she had to remember what had been keeping her up, before turning to push into the bay. The large space somehow felt freeing as she stepped into the moonlight streaming in from the large windowed doors. She no longer had to hold back. 

“Me, you… us.”

“Us?” Dean paused in the doorway as she skipped towards the engine. The soft summer dress she had slipped on in her haste to get out the door flowed around her as she spun back to face him, cross-armed and leaning against the open door frame. 

“You know I’ve never gotten to sit in one of these?” The woman ran her painted fingers across the shiny chrome and fire-red paint. 

Dean’s nose scrunched at her sudden change in topic. She continued to smile softly at him until he rolled his eyes at her, giving in easily to whatever it was she wanted. 

“Better late than never,” Dean sighed and made his way over to her. The firefighter pulled the engine door open, the creak of the metal echoing around the open space. He offered her his hand, helping the woman into the backseat before slipping in behind her and shutting the door. 

The pair sat across from each other, their legs intertwined in the small space. She looked around her, taking in the equipment that hung overhead and the station name stitched into the fabric of the seats. 

“You wanna tell me what this is really about now?” Dean’s voice had her looking back at him, his hands clasped in his lap as he waited patiently for her to reveal her true motives for coming here. 

“Everybody’s sleeping?” 

“What? Y/n/n, this is-”

“Is everybody asleep?” She asked again, not letting him finish what was sure to be an aggravated rant. He searched her face, looking for something within her features that might answer whatever questions were running through his mind. After a moment, he finally relented with a soft nod of affirmation. 

Leaning forward, the woman placed her hands on Dean’s thighs, slowly running them up toward his hips. Dean sat back in the seat, letting his hands drop to his side as he looked at her, eyes going wide. It was clear this was the last thing he had expected, but he made no move to stop her as she climbed into his lap. 

“Y/n, what are you doing?” His voice was a breath against his lips as her hands found their place at the column of his neck. 

“I thought that much was obvious,” she replied with a smile, leaning in to brush her lips against his pulse just below his jaw. Dean’s hands found the dip in her waist and he gripped tight, fingers curling into the light fabric. 

“This is what you dreamt about, wasn’t it?” It all had finally clicked for him. The being awake in the middle of the night, the needing to see him right away, she had dreamed about being with him and now she was all worked up and needy. 

The woman nodded as she continued her assault on his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the length of it before licking up toward his jaw. He turned his head toward the action, catching her lips with his own and sucking her tongue into his mouth. A low moan vibrated in her chest, urging him on. His thick arms snaked around her, pulling them impossibly close to each other and sending a jolt of excitement through her nervous system when she felt the length of him below her. 

“Okay, sweetheart.” 

That was all she needed to know he was all in and she reached behind herself to pull the zipper of her dress down her back. As the material fell from her body, she pulled her arms free from the dress’ straps. Her body reacted to the cool air inside the engine, goose bumps rising under her skin and her nipples hardening. 

“We’ve gotta be quick,” she explained as she slid back on his thighs, giving herself just enough access to pull on the elastic of his waistband. Dean lifted his hips to allow her to move his sweats and boxers to his thighs. 

“Fuck.” the expletive dripped from his tongue as she took his length in her hand, squeezing gently as she ran her hand from the base of his shaft to the head, bringing his arousal to life. Spitting in her palm, she repeated the action one more time before moving her hips back to his.  The woman slid her panties to the side to line him up with her core and sank onto him. 

Her breath caught in her throat as her body adjusted to the intrusion. Once her muscles relaxed to the fullness, she began, rolling her hips as she moved up and down. Dean’s fingers dug into the flesh at her waist as he helped her with the motion, his hips meeting hers thrust for thrust. 

The dream had left her so inflamed with need that she could already tell she was close. Her body thrummed with the arousal that flooded her bloodstream, releasing itself from its confines with every moan that fell from her lips. 

å“Dean,” she whined as he buried his face in her neck. He was letting her lead this time, letting her use him to get herself off, but she knew how much he was holding back. 

“Yeah, baby, I know, come for me.” His breath fanned over her as her pace quickened in search of her climax. 

A bolt of electricity sparked across her nervous system, snapping the band in her belly and sending her arousal over that final cliff. Her legs shook around his hips, the muscles losing their strength with her orgasm. Dean grunted below her and she just barely registered him twitching inside her, having found his end along with her. 

“Was that better than your dream?” He asked with a wry chuckle, pulling his head back to look at her flushed face. She wrinkled her nose, feigning ignorance for a moment before leaning in to kiss him slow and deep. 

“Let’s just say, I crossed something off my bucket list that I didn’t even know was on there.” She admitted before peppering soft kisses across his cheek.

Forevers: @440mxs-wife @akshi8278 @emoryhemsworth @ever-mischief @foxyjwls007 @hobby27 @jbsgirl4ever11 @jensengirl83 @katbratsupernaturalwhore @leigh70 @lyarr24 @maggiegirl17 @maliburenee @muhahaha303 @mrsjenniferwinchester @sexyvixen7 @siospins2 @spnwoman @suckitands33 @stephv213 @stoneyggirl​2 @supernatural3002​ @traceyaudette @xlynnbbyx@anathewierdo @atc74 @austin-winchester67 @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce​ @briagallen @callmekda @dawnie1988 @deandreamernp @deanwanddamons @ellewritesfix05 @heartsaved @janicho88 @jarpad24 @littlewhiterose @lunarmoon8 @msmarvelouswinchester @polina-93​ @roseblue373 @sleepylunarwolf @spnbaby-67 @squirrelnotsam @stiles-stilinski-24-dylan @suckmyapplejacks​ @supraveng @tatted-trina6 @thoughts-and-funnies @tranquility-or-chaos​ @watermelonlipstick @waywardbeanie @wayward-dreamer @winchest09 @woodworthti666