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winchestermysterymachine · 6 days ago

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what kind of reviews did you hear about the winchesters?

Dean Winchester

castiel is the easiest man to talk to. he just runs his mouth and doesn't stop talking, doesn't even know how to stop talking. when you come to him, knowing he's basically dean's best, and only honestly, best friend. he feels a little honored to hold that title, and now he's ranting about every little small detail dean winchester holds. how he's so protective over the people he loves. he'd die, he'd kill, he'd torture anyone to keep his favorite people safe. the way that dean can get a little aggressive, but never once has he hit people because he can't regulate his emotions. he's fought sam yes, but never with the intention of seeking physical pain on the boy. maybe to get his brain to work again, smack in some common sense. but never to actually hurt him. he's a huge flirt too, can flirt with anyone, anywhere, at any point in time. he even flirts with the monsters he's supposed to kill. he can also be a little childish. he likes cowboys, and scooby doo, his favorite foods are common toddler dishes, but he's also super sweet. like a bear, cuddly but fierce. he also has a pretty crazy porn addiction, but with the right woman that could be completely expelled. he has a lot of pent up energy, and the only time it can be wasted is during hunts. he curses like a sailor, and drinks like pirate. the only reason he hasn't gotten sick is cause castiel heals him all the time, even without being asked to. he switches out water with coffee, and his jokes can be pretty lame but he's a secret nerd, don't let his playboy smirk fool you. that man has an arsenal of old movie jokes lodged in his brain, just tempting him to be thrown around. he's a little sporadic too, can hardly control it when he gets excited. he enjoys thing's like gambling, poker, pool, he loves to hustle fools and rich dudes. he also enjoys hunting, saving people is what he lives for. even with all the good, the bad, the ugly, and the beautiful, you still were falling in love with him. you'd take every fault because it's exactly what makes dean, dean.

“If I close an eye, it’s almost like your red flags are blue.”

Sam Winchester

before you even liked him, you were his friend. his best friend from college, who you ran into after your family was cursed by a witch, or something just insane where he had to come in and save you. everything was all good between you, but you were shocked to see he was okay after literally disappearing off the face of the earth after jess died. you honestly thought he had died or something but no he was fine, and he saved your life. after the witch was dead, you really had nothing else going for you so you asked if you could join in on their fun, of course sam agreed. dean on the other hand thought you were more of a liability, but sam worked with you everyday to make sure you were in shape for hunting. it wasn't dean you learned everything from, wasn't even the angel you had come to know as castiel to tell you everything new and improved about the sam winchester. it was becky rosen. you had to stay back with her at one point, making sure she wouldn't get in the way, when she just started in on you. did you like sam? did you like dean? were you dating? how did you meet? when did you become friend? how did you become friends? and she yammered on, and on. you hadn't heard someone talk so much or so fast. she talked about his kindness, his intelligence, his patience. he's a bit of a perfectionist, and if something doesn't go his way he gets lost in his own head due to worry. he feels like he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders and nothing can take the pain away. he's still angsty, moody, a little tense. but he knows how to have fun, he just doesn't seek out the same kind of fun dean does. he doesn't throw himself at every women, drinks in a slight moderation. he prefers quiet activities, like reading. he likes being lonesome, and relishes in a day off. he does love to help people, but he had always wished for something more in his life. the only thing keeping him hunting, is his brother, and knowing that if he stops, so many people will die. you're not sure when after that, it kinda clicks with you, but you like sam.

“Short fuse and long baths like you’re fresh out rehab.”

Castiel

dean winchester, best friend, dean winchester. i love that they can talk about each other so much. it's a little bit less sweet, and a whole lot... shorter.. than what castiel had said about dean, but it does get the job done. castiel will do anything he feels like he needs to do. he's an angel, so a follower first and a leader second. he's good at listening, but will ultimately make the decision he believes is the best. he's beautiful in a pure way. maybe he's done a few colorful thing's, but the world can't all just be black and white and you get that. but he's really loyal, empathetic. just like sam and dean, he'd do anything to help people. it's what he was created to do. once he cares about someone, he takes on the role of being the guardian. he protects them, risks his own life to keep them alive. he often gets lost in his own head because he overthinks everything, and sometimes life on earth can be overwhelming. sometimes he doesn't get dean's jokes, and he thinks he's being rude but it's all harmless fun. everything he says piques your interest, but you're a little nervous getting involved with someone who's meant to be your friend. if it doesn't work out, everything will just be awkward. do you even want to start something knowing it can end so quickly, and possibly so terribly?

“And I can’t lose another not that’s not even my boyfriends.”

so, are you fresh out of any good judgement?

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winchestermysterymachine · 8 days ago

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how much of the truth (minus 7%) do the winchesters tell you?

Dean Winchester

to say that you were expecting him to come back, was an understatement. you knew he'd come back. dean isn't a perfect guy, and you're okay with that. some people were meant to come into their lives, teach them something, and then part ways. having dean in your life again after leaving lisa, felt like a new beginning. until a new case comes up, a few towns away from where she lives and you're wondering if he's going to make a pit stop. he wouldn't right? he has you again, and you're not officially back together or anything, and maybe you've had a couple drunken mistakes, but lisa has a child. a child who could be his, she just won't admit it to herself, the kid, dean, or anyone else. it makes you skin crawl when you sit in the back of the impala, sam and dean acting like everything is just normal. it is to them. you take notice of every time dean says he's just 'going to get gas' or 'pick up beer/food' anything that has to do with leaving the motel, that doesn't include sam or you. of course if you're not busy, you're tagging along. just making sure he's actually going to gas stations and stores. he doesn't mind the company, he doesn't see the double entendre of you asking to come with him. there's probably a few times where you make him pull over just to fuck or touch in the backseat. he's enjoying that a lot. so one of the last times before you leave, dean say's he's going out to run some errands. you're in the shower, feeling fantastic about everything that's happened the whole weekend. nothing! case was good, lisa stayed in her lane, dean stayed in yours. it felt like old times again, like thing's were getting better. when you emerged from the bathroom to only find sam, who's packing up everybody's thing's to save time, although none of you have a destination in mind after this hunt. you ask where dean is and sam shrugs. you don't like that at all. you ask again, calmly, and then sam says he's just running errands and he'll be back soon. soon turns into an hour. into two. three. four. 2 in the morning dean comes home. as soon as he's back, sam's darting out the door, putting bags into the trunk of the impala so they can all just get gone when the sun comes up. you sit on the bed, facing the door. you hadn't moved much in the past six hours. you ask him where he was. you know. nobody goes to the gas station and the store for six hours, nobody just running casual errands comes home at 2 in the morning. you're not sure what feels worse, the fact that he actually did it and might lie about it, or the fact you thought everything was going perfect. why did he have to prove you wrong? he does not try to lie though, he knows that you know. it breaks you more to hear him tell the truth, stomach churning like you're gonna puke. you just grab your bags and leave. you're going to go somewhere else for a while because clearly dean can't pick who he wants, and if he even has to think about who he wants, and it's not obvious right away, then it's clearly not you, and it's now a decision you have to force him toward.

“Your car drove itself from L.A. to her thighs.”

Sam Winchester

smiles, laughter, watching movies. he even went out with dean once to grab some popcorn and candy for a shared movie night between you, castiel, himself, and dean. it's weird seeing him be so normal when you feel the complete opposite. you're kind of feeding off of his energy. if it wasn't for not having a place to go, you're sure you would have left by now. but even the idea of having a home, or family, or friends to go to, didn't feel right. it was like you were being forced by the universe to suffer. you suffered less now than a few weeks ago. you had made dean move you all to a completely different state, two cases popping up as soon as you arrived in town, scanning over the local newspaper. you four split up. you didn't want to go with sam, but dean wasn't sure you and cas would be a good match to go hunting. it's not that castiel is slow or dumb, he just doesn't get it, and he doesn't want you to be the one to have to watch over him, over explain every little detail. it'd basically be you working alone on the case. right. okay dean we get it. and he would have gone with you, but sam offered. honestly, there was about to be a murder case going on in the motel room. now, you weren't sad, just pissed off. dean and cas leave before you can deny it. why is he so hellbent on being with you anyway? he can tag along, fine, but that just means his has to listen to your every command. and he's fine with that too, which you had expected him to put up a fight but no. it's all good. you guys rent a car, we can go with that. you rent a car, and you make him drive. the cas actually goes really well and he's a bit surprised at how well you've taken the lead. however, one of the answers to a question you have, is actually a town over where a college professor has a book on the myth or whatever. so you go visit the professor, but office hours are in the morning, not night, so you two have to wait it out in a hotel. you try getting a two bed room, but there's none available. obviously. you're sure this has to do with chuck. fuck that guy. but fine, you or sam can sleep on the couch, it's not big deal. but when you get there. no fucking couch. okay, someone's sleeping in the car then. but sam just puts his hands on your shoulders and pushes you into the room, kicking the door closed. he then apologizes. he says he's sorry for how thing's ended between you two, that he's totally lost without you and he's only pretending. you admit, his apology sounds better than you had imagined it to be. you find yourselves in bed. not having sex, just holding each other and relishing in the peaceful bliss that is shared whenever you two are on good terms. however, his phone chimes and for some reason it ended up on your side. so you go to grab it, expecting it to be cas or dean just checking in but no. instead it's a message with a 'photo attached'. you open it, not thinking much of it. probably dean sending you both a headless whatever. but now, the figure very much has a head, and a body, and boobs. sometimes monsters can be pretty hot, but this is the same bitch from the bar that looks too much like you. but the more you stare at the photo, the more inaccuracies you see in her. you just shove the blankets off, push the phone against his chest and scoff. 'my boobs are so much prettier than hers.' you shove your feet into a pair of shoes and grab the car keys. you will be sleeping in a different room, or a different motel, you'll even drive back to dean and cas's motel. or you'll find a nice comfy parking lot and sleep, and cry there.

“Now she’s sending you some pictures wearing less and less, trying to turn the past into the present tense.”

Castiel

It's not often, but castiel does enjoy helping out on hunts. mostly, he has his own angelic problems that needed to be solved, but for once, he's got nothing running through his mind. It's why you hadn't thought anything of it when you, sam, and dean has been relaxing in the kitchen over breakfast and coffee when he had come in and slammed a newspaper on the table. a couple of teenagers had been murdered, a few others missing. It was all very slasher movie coded. while sam had just believed it was some kind of psycho killer, cas was perfectly set on it being a monster. so you packed up the Impala and all made a trip down to louisiana. something about it felt a little off, but you didn't want to say anything. it was probably just your worries about the hunt, what kind of monster you were running into. only a few times had you all picked up a case that ended up being a regular human, not even a witch or demon, at fault for the disappearances and killings. you've fought against some of the worlds scariest monsters, and yet people still act like freaks. It's baffling honestly. when you arrive at the motel, everyone splits off into their own corner to do thing's. sam and dean visit the last crime scene, check in with families, while you head to the library to do some reading on the town. sometimes, killings are about towns and locations rather than actual people. Sometimes the boys even find a hint or clue for you to start searching out books in that category of creature. castiel typically enjoys going with you. you've had something in between you for a while, on again off again kind of thing. It drives sam and dean crazy cause they never know where you both stand, and don't want to upset anyone if you're not seeing each other again. cas decided he was going to do something else, try and walk around and see what draws him in. you should have known better. you're leaving the library, tote bag full of books when you spot a cute little coffee shop. it's simple, but pretty and you decide you deserve a sweet treat. you're in there for maybe ten seconds, just glancing over the place when you spot them sitting in the corner. you're sure from the tense way she sits on the opposite side of him, the way her hair falls a little too perfect, and the odd outfit concealing her figure, that she's an angel. even though you're on a break right now, it hurts a little. but who are you to blame him for seeing someone else? someone who's an angel as a matter of fact. someone he's spent eternity with, someone who is just like him. he can sense you, basically feel your soul enter the room but you're already turning around and running off before he gets the chance to see you. when you get home, you just dive straight into work and ignore everything else. sam and dean come back home at some point, and you just explain what you've found, still no castiel. eventually he does come home, alone thankfully. he doesn't say anything. you're unsure who he's playing with, you, her, probably himself to be honest. it's only after the case is over, does he say something. he believes it to be the truth and nothing less than the truth but he's always been a horrible liar. and why he feels the need to lie to you? also unsure but eventually you'll figure it out. but you keep going around in circles, on again off again.

“Now she’s in the same damn city on the same damn night.”

so, was it really just a coincidence?

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winchestermysterymachine · 11 days ago

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(My quote btw) Especially young girls how they’ll do anything (like have sex) to make a dude stay with them.

Sabrina carpenter portraying a submissive side isn’t setting women back 100 years. That makes it sound like submission = weakness in women and that’s not the truth.

She kills every man in her music videos. No man survives the Sabrinaverse. Pls learn media literacy. I’ve always been super bad at understanding things (like feather confused me until I rewatched it yesterday and understood the point).

Her kneeling, and she’s not even looking at the guy, she’s looking at US SHES TELLING US. Manchild is the leading single of the song, and I’m sure she’s about to pop out a snippet or secondary single.

It just makes me sick seeing everyone compare her to b0nnie blue and Sydney Sweeney. A picture vs soap vs a 1,000 v 1 ISNT THE SAME

#charlie supernatural #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester smut #sabrina carpenter eics #sabrina carpenter #short n sweet tour #short n sweet #eics fwd #eics tour #eics #sabrinasource #emails i can't send

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winchestermysterymachine · 11 days ago

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A woman talking about the concept above

Exactly the point. Subs are doms in disguise. If a lesbian had done the same thing or a gay man, no one would have said anything…

Sabrina carpenter portraying a submissive side isn’t setting women back 100 years. That makes it sound like submission = weakness in women and that’s not the truth.

It just makes me sick seeing everyone compare her to b0nnie blue and Sydney Sweeney. A picture vs soap vs a 1,000 v 1 ISNT THE SAME

#charlie supernatural #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester smut #sabrina carpenter eics #sabrina carpenter #short n sweet tour #short n sweet #eics fwd #eics tour #eics #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #juno positions #mans best friend #manchild #bed chem

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winchestermysterymachine · 12 days ago

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Sabrina carpenter portraying a submissive side isn’t setting women back 100 years. That makes it sound like submission = weakness in women and that’s not the truth.

It just makes me sick seeing everyone compare her to b0nnie blue and Sydney Sweeney. A picture vs soap vs a 1,000 v 1 ISNT THE SAME

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winchestermysterymachine · 14 days ago

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She’s keeping me employed. So short n sweet, I have more songs to put out duh, and then I’ll take a short break during july/aug and post things unrelated to the albums (just to catch more people) and then continue on with said plan but do MBF august 29-September whenever I finish, and then start writing on eics:fwd for October-November and finish the year out with fruitcake

Such a busy womannnnnnn

i am soo so obsessed with your blog like supernatural and sabrina carpenter??? you are heaven sent actually !!!

thank uuu eventually I’ll expand when I can’t figure out what else to write about. I’m thinking of also doing emails I can’t send in October and November and then fruitcake in December

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winchestermysterymachine · 14 days ago

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i am soo so obsessed with your blog like supernatural and sabrina carpenter??? you are heaven sent actually !!!

thank uuu eventually I’ll expand when I can’t figure out what else to write about. I’m thinking of also doing emails I can’t send in October and November and then fruitcake in December

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winchestermysterymachine · 15 days ago

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My professional Short n’ Sweet favorites 💋

Because my whole page is based on this album

Body Suits

light pink with white trim, white with lipstick kisses, white and black polka dot

Babydoll Dresses

tartan, baby blue and periwinkle, pink & black polka dots

Catsuits

grease Halloween costume, fuzzy pink thing, red feathers

Dresses

green, purple, blue

Skirts

tinkerbell, black lipstick kisses, pink

Shoes

uk flag, filled in red heart with kisses, purple sc

Tights

“I want you to miss me”, “short n’ spooky”, “so romantic in Paris”

Juno Positions

bridge (backbend), splits, legs up

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winchestermysterymachine · 15 days ago

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Short n’ Sweet Reader! X Castiel (the camera roll version)

You’ve all gotten really comfortable in the bunker, and after a huge win after killing some hot shot, you’re all celebrating with a couple glasses🥂.

You favorite view to wake up to in the morning. Even though he usually just watches over you while you sleep, he’ll still cuddle up next to you, without any of his usual coats 🧥 on.

You’ve saved every single love letter 💌 he’s ever given you. Some are short and sweet, and others are long. He’s always been better at expressing his feelings through literature, plus they’re great to read when you feel lost.

Skinny dipping 👙in lakes without Sam and Dean are some of the best moments with Cas. Just you, him, and the water.

A photo of all your favorite boys. It’s not often when you catch them all laughing and joking around. The sweet melody 🎼 of Castiel laughter always warms your heart.

He always forgets where his personal phone is, so he’ll just take pictures of you sleeping on your phone and then send it to his. There’s a million photos of you sleeping, it’s pretty common cause he doesn’t need to sleep🌙.

Castiel is trying to interrogate a cat 🐈, it’s most definitely the funniest thing you have ever seen. The cat is now looking at you, practically begging to put him back on his leash and make the crazy guy go away.

Another shirt, ruined before you ever got the chance to enjoy it. It was your favorite shirt too. Maybe no one will notice if you wash it first🧺?

After a hard hunt, you need a little something to take the she off. However your addiction to cigarettes 🚬 often needs the help of Castiel healing powers.

Instead of cigarettes, how about a nice little tea🧋 instead.

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winchestermysterymachine · 16 days ago

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Short n’ Sweet Reader! X Sam Winchester (the camera roll version)

Sam just looked so adorable. He hadn’t even realized you had taken a photo, but it’s your personal favorite 🤍of him.

The only things a girl needs in her purse is a knife, a lollipop, and a couple lipglosses 💄.

Dean and Sam found a couple of old photos 🎞️of them and their family, and were just rifling through, laughing in reminiscence at the memories.

Sam bought you some pretty pink roses🌹 , the perfect surprise after he’s been gone on a hunt for a while.

Standing outside of a random motel, for the first time in a long time, Sam had bought you a brand new outfit, and you wanted Sam to take your photo. You’ll give him a kiss after as a reward 💋. and maybe a little bit more.

Stumbling upon a case of missing people 📰while out on the town.

The case of missing people isn’t exactly an easy case, now Sam’s reading 📚over all the lore. Even when he’s stressed and tired, he still looks adorable.

Ugh! After figuring out what happened to those missing people, you, Sam & dead had gone after the monster. The fight ended fine however your shoes got a little messed up 🩸 in the process.

Trying out some fuzzy pink 🎀handcuffs! With Dean out at the bar, you and Sam are hoping to get some alone time, maybe even try out a few new positions.

Your absolute favorite way to unwind after a horrible hunt, or even just a long day of travel: watching old movies on the tv 📺.

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winchestermysterymachine · 17 days ago

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Short n’ Sweet!Reader x Dean Winchester (the camera roll version)

Cherry. Pie. 🍒. He can’t live without pie. Every single time you try a new diner and he eats their pie, he makes you take a photo so he doesn’t forget it. He can tell exactly where you were when you took that photo. Somewhere I Maine I’d think. Every single pie is “the best damn pie I’ve ever had.”

Selfies before going off to murder a few monsters 🔪. Everything is already laid out, all Dean needs to do is pack it into a duffle so you can hit the road.

Dean sleeping. Even when you tell him to drink espressos ☕️, knowing it’ll keep him awake better, he prefers his old bland coffee instead.

Books upon books of your encounters with ghosts, ghouls, angels 🪽, demons, vampires, werewolves, and even the occasional god. Some just have random moments you enjoyed. You’re not sure what to do with them all. It’s starting to get overwhelming.

Dean utterly refuses to play cards against humanity with you now. Plus, Sam has begun to notice Dean always lets you 🏆. Until now I suppose.

Now you’re shunned to the back of the impala, staring at the back of their heads while Sam complains about the unfair advantage. They didn’t even realize you took a photo 📸.

After Sam got out to head into a gas station, you slide off your shoes 👢to bug Dean even more. You tease him about the game and being a sore loser.

Now, since you won’t let go of the cards game, he’s decided to teach you real cards ♦️ for once. Maybe now you can actually help trick guys into giving you all their money.

Dean waiting by the impala for a quick getaway while you and Sam hustle a couple of guys inside a bar. You play cute and coy. Sam plays reckless and rich. You come out carrying a whole bag of money 💵 and accidentally snap a photo of Dean fiddling with his car keys.

Exploring a dilapidated 🏚️ house with Sam and Dean. You’re 100% sure there’s a ghost who’s unhappy about your entrance. At least the doorway is pretty.

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winchestermysterymachine · 18 days ago

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how much of a manchild can the winchesters be?

Dean Winchester

These boys are the dumbest, smartest, kindest, most cruel boys to ever be born. Dean, with his gorgeous green eyes, short brunet hair, and freckles littering his nose and cheeks. He's so cute, he'd be so much cuter if he wasn't an absolute child. You had measured it out to just be his father's doing. He had barely known his own mother, and his father was an asshole, so that was certainly it. You took pity on him for a while. Letting him lead you on like a moth to a flame, and the chase was honestly worthwhile. You genuinely believed you were going to get something out of it. He had been the same way his entire life, and how he hadn't died (and stayed dead) was honestly baffling. He's gone to hell. He's gone to purgatory. But he won't stay there. It's not like you want him to die, or even Sam, and definitely not Castiel. However, none of them were particularly fond of you helping during hunts. There were more than two times when you'd just dip out. Early in the morning, sneaking out as soon as everyone fell asleep, and Castiel found himself too busy to notice you disappear. Dean would always find you again. Every. Fucking. Time. He always came running for help when thing's got too tough, when he nor Sam or even Cas could find an answer. You had helped before, by staying home and reading up on lore and then calling to tell them how to kill the sick bastard. For once, you think maybe he's actually going to let you in, join in on the fun of the hunt. But next thing you know, you're cuffed to the steering wheel of baby. He's betrayed you yet again. And don't even get me started on the arguments. He just likes to argue for fun, he likes to hear himself speak. But the second you actually find a good reason to start an argument, he's so pissed and done with it before the first sentence fully comes from your mouth. For whatever reason, he can't seem to just let you be. It's almost like if you're not there, then nothing is going to be done. Genuinely, how they have lived this long without you is baffling. They always come back from hunts, bruised and battered, and you just recline back in a wooden chair, chewing your bubblegum and filing your nails, laughing about it. They complain about how they wished they could've had some back up. Dean can just be so incompetent sometimes. He tries to tell you that you staying behind is him keeping you safe, but you know the real reason. Sam and fucking Castiel know the real reason. He wants to be the savior, he doesn't think he's gonna need your help. Until they're both basically crawling into the motel room, moaning and groaning in pain. Fresh cuts litter their skin, dried blood, and a glare that would send a demon back to hell from Dean. He hates being proved wrong. Especially by you. Now, you're beginning to enjoy this kind of thing. Watching him suffer when he could oh so politely just ask for some assistance, just once. He's also the grand master of 'weaponized incompetence' which just means you can ask him to do something, something as simple as drying the dishes. He'll just whine and complain, oh there's no towels, knowing fully well he can just wash the towels, or look for one. So to answer the question plainly, big manchild. Especially when things don’t go his way.

"Why so sexy if so dumb? And how survive the Earth so long?"

Sam Winchester

You had always been a free spirited woman. You went wherever the wind took you. You were kind of homeless, you just traveled around with the help of guys (and girls sometimes) who'd see you on the side of the road. Mostly, you burned through guys like a cigarette addict. You weren't crazy, you just knew the way you wanted to be treated and soon as a guy had fumbled, even the slightest, you were out of there. But men liked the chaotic good vibe you brought, it made you look so comfortable, attractive, laid back. Were you? No, and that's alright. Sam and Dean had been driving through the back roads, probably towards somewhere like Kansas or Colorado, when Sam spotted you. Dean was in his own little word, screaming along to his dad rock. You were dressed in tight little jean shorts, your usual heel, and an old tied up top that belonged to your now ex boyfriend. The crop had ridden up a bit, exposing more of your stomach, shining with sweat from being out in the hot sun. Sam pointed you out, and with one look, Dean was skidding to a stop. Too hot to ignore. Originally, they were just gonna drive you up to the motel they were planning on staying in, maybe spot you a fifty for breakfast or dinner, or even a bus ticket elsewhere. But as usual, those plans go to waste. It's been two weeks, the longest you've ever stayed with a guy before. Since this was two boys, it was double the fun. But your little heart was set on Sam from the moment you shared eye contact as he took your bags. He reminded you of what you pictured as a kid, someone kids dream up when they talk about future husbands and kids. Tall, broad, a little angsty, floppy brown hair, that puppy dog smile, and the greenest eyes you had ever seen. Love at first sight. You kept your distance, keeping up the coy act and waiting like a venus flytrap for him to fall pray to your wicked ways. They began to notice your interesting personality. Your humor was a little off, teasing turning into arguing, all the mini skirts and lipgloss. They hadn't ever traveled with a girl before, but Sam was loving it. Loving the way you'd freak out over every case, how you'd cling onto him like a koala, wanting only to be protected. It wasn't common for you to attend these cases, but sometimes thing's happen where you three just walk into the trap. One day, you were cornered and the only way out, that you saw fit of course: explosion. They both looked at you with wide eyes. How you even knew how to make an explosive was beyond them. You were far crazier than they had ever noticed. It didn't stop there either. The more comfortable you got, the freakier it got. You had been down to do all your own stunts. One afternoon, the boys had gotten into a bit of trouble at a bar and the next night, no one had any money. You had been chased out of the store at gun point due to some stealing. You had given back everything, for the most part. Except a mini shot of vodka, a pack of cigarettes, a couple scratchers, a bag of chips, and some change. They didn't know how you got all that, or how you managed to hide all that on your body even after being checked. But they were awfully glad for the scratch tickets (200! might I add) Sam just about kissed you on the lips. That hadn't been the most insane thing to ever happen. How you hadn't been murdered, just like them. They knew there were some forces protecting you. Insanity turned into possession and before you know it, Sam's pulling away so often, keeping up extra space between you two. For what? You don't know. He can't say no forever though! You'll just wait for the tables to turn and he'll be all over you again, and that'll be your sign to run. He’s not the biggest manchild, he’s more of the ‘I’m gonna try to out run my problems’ kind of guy.

"Did you just say you're finished? Didn't know we started."

Castiel

Castiel is probably the most perfect example of the manchild. He makes mistakes, and you dismiss each and every one. He's like a baby that's just been born, but as a man. Only said man has supernatural powers, and follow God's law. You dismiss them, because what else are you supposed to do? You're not his mother, he doesn't even have a mother. For every time he's screwed up, he tries to make it up to you, doing the only thing guys know how to do. You're telling yourself that this is the last time, but that time doesn't even get to come. Like a loser, he finishes in his pants. You've seen him like that before, it's actually quite a common occurrence. He gets sensitive after being away, and even the slightest touch unravels him. You just sigh and push him off you, needing some space. But here's where his lack of common sense comes into play, he's chasing after you, pretty embarrassed about the whole thing. He's apologizing profusely. It's something all too familiar to you, it's happened with other guy's who have promised you the world and couldn't even give you a pebble. It's stupid. He had played hard to get, he had been a little incompetent in the beginning and you thought it was adorable. He was sweet, and pure, and it was a little exciting being able to teach him thing's, experience life with him for the first time. He even got to show you some thing's he knew of. The longer, whatever it is between you, goes on, the more you realize you've had about a million relationships (if you could call it that) exactly like this before. It makes your stomach sink a bit at the disappoint. Surely, he doesn't mean to. If you talked to someone about it, they'd probably just think you're selfish but it isn't even him making the same mistakes over again (you've learned he's too easily trusting), or the fact that he finishes in his pants without even taking your clothes off completely, it's the fact that he just acts like a child. Every time you ask him to do something for you, he does go above and beyond, but never had you asked for above and beyond. You ask for a back rub after a tough hunt, next thing you know you're in some remote island with random people lathering you up for a massage. You say you want a few minutes of peace to read, and now you're all alone at the top of snowy mountain, freezing your toes off. You hadn't picked him. Younger you wouldn't have even looked in his direction, but he was there, available and he chose you. You thought it was sweet for him to be able to love a human, even knowing everything they're capable of, he still liked you for some odd reason. It's unfortunate that it didn't really work out that well. You had prayed for this day to come, a guy who's finally the right one for you. Little by little, each guy's personality was shifted, like you're trying to find the right radio station, but everything just sounds like static. Exactly how your exes are, static. Castiel is something else though, maybe you'll try it again some time later. More of a manbaby than a manchild, but it’s okay, pretty angels get a pass!

"And I swear they choose me, I'm not choosin' them, Amen, hey men."

So, are you gonna let a manchild take all your lovin' from you?

this is such bullshitttt guys it's hard being creative and not creative at the same time.

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winchestermysterymachine · 18 days ago

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can the winchesters new girl taste you while she’s kissing him?

Dean Winchester

no, you hadn't expected a short fling to become a forever kind of thing, you didn't want him on one knee with a shiny ring proclaiming his everlasting love to you. but for her to get it? to get dean winchester and all his glory. murderous. you feel murderous. you don't meet her, not for a long time. she too, just a casual girl that dean had from another state or two away. sam had briefly mentioned her name on call once while you assisted him on a case, not dean, just him. and you froze, begging him to repeat the name. you made him talk about her. god, you were so angry you couldn't even remember her name. she got to have him, and yet he had an entire drawer in your closet. you hung up soon after he explained their situation. it was exactly like yours. he'd stop by whenever he was in the area. and what made you feel even worse, was that sam said she had a kid and dean believed it was his. it made you laugh. sure, you got to wear his flannels. his belts, his knives, the demon protection tattoo on your lower hip he suggested. sure he did all that. his favorite mint toothpaste brand the only one you buy. sugery foods stocked up at all times in case he just suddenly appears one day. you spent your free time catching up on all his favorite movies and tv shows, learning about his jokes and laughed when you realized where they came from. maybe you got all the superficial stuff, but that bitch got his baby. she got to watch the kid grow up with a piece of dean's dna flowing in his veins. she got to have a kid that has his eyes, his hair, his personality. what were you, just a side piece? who the hell wants a side piece when he has a baby momma to take care of. you hadn't even mustered the courage to ask how old the kid was, you didn't want to torture yourself with the math of calculating time of conception, to time of birth, to whether you and dean had fucked around that same time to. all you could think of was that there was a possibility that woman had your baby. that some other woman got blessed with his child while you were cursed with his memory. it was unfair, so sick and unfair to think of. but sam stressed that there was a huge possibility the kid wasn't even his, probably some random guy that she met and had a brief attraction to. it didn't make you feel any better. sure, maybe the kid wasn't his, but sam made it sound like dean was already taking on a paternal role in this guys' life, which honestly, family don't end in blood. having around a fake father is better than no father figure at all. it's not like she'll notice his clothing missing if she's never seen it before. unless dean shows up randomly one day and you get to trade a few pieces in, steal something else of his. but it makes you wonder, had she ever worn the same flannels that hung over your shoulders? in your closet? on the floor? lisa can tell though, dean isn't the same dean she had slept with when she was younger, before ben. there's something a little off about him, and it makes her wonder if there's someone else in his life who he wants to have the apple pie kind of life with.

“You’re wondering why half his clothes want missin’, my body’s where they’re at.”

Sam Winchester

it's torturous. you'd actually rather spend a few years in purgatory, or hell. you can't help but wonder, and wonder. it's actually causing you to skip meals. a few years ago, you'd have smacked the shit out of yourself for letting a dude mess you up this much. but at this point, it's not even just sam. it's the weight of the entire world crashing down on you. every time the boys dip out for a few hours, you can't help but think if he's fucking someone else. he isn't, but not talking to him, that wall between you two getting impossibly stronger, thicker, taller, is making it hard for either of you to even sit in the impala at the same time. more often then not, you stay behind a day, or leave before they do. you catch taxi's, trains, hell, you've even walked two towns over until dean caught up with you and shoved you into the back of the car with much struggle. it's an anger festering between you both, and yet you won't do anything to just sit down and talk it out. you have half a mind to ask who she is. you've been stuck in the same town for two weeks now. thankfully, there haven't been many cases in that span of time, but you're losing your mind a bit whenever he leaves the motel room. one night, you actually want to come with them to the bar. it's not common for you, you prefer catching up on laundry (since they hardly ever do it), watching television with some popcorn nursing a beer privately. but you want to know who she is, cause it's someone sam goes home with every other night and it certainly isn't your body he's lying next to when the sun's set. so you go, sit at the bar and talk with random people. they're not interesting, and you'll forget them in the morning. but as soon as you three had walked in, sam parts ways and finds himself a seat at a table with a pretty girl. the comparison between you both is sickening. it fills you with joy momentarily. he found someone who looks just like you, down to the black chipped nail polish on her hands. it fills you with pride. he misses you, but missing you isn't enough because he still leaves the bar with her. he still takes her home even though you're ten feet away, watching them. you know exactly what they're going to do, sam's done it to you so many times. drunkenly making it to the motel, making out against the door until he can unlock it. you sometimes can't make it to the bed, the desire for each other is too much, too strong. he always starts by going down on you. he likes to worship you. he'd probably worship her too. that's the final thought that makes you tug on dean's flannel and ask for a ride back home. you torture yourself with the never ending thoughts. you can do something about it. you can leave, you can yell at him. but instead you go home, you cry into a bowl of cereal, and you watch crappy tv until morning and it's worse now cause neither boys have come home. now it feels like you have nobody. she's almost stupid cause she doesn't see it right away. sam is good at hiding his emotions, thoughts, feelings. but it isn't until the day she saw an extra person walk in with him. she knew sam had a brother and they often came to the bar together, but she hadn't ever heard of a girl. she believed for a moment that you were dean's girl, but no. it was obvious when sam's attention would drift to wherever you were. he was quick to look and then focus again, but every so often when she droned on a little too long, sam's eyes would wonder. and she realized in that moment, there was something between you two that even a small fling couldn't hinder.

“He pins you down in the carpet, makes paintings with his tongue.”

Castiel

dating an angel is like being in a relationship with a child. he's learned a lot from humans, but he hadn't been on earth since the ancient times and now he's back, running around with you, sam, and dean of all people. sam's got the intelligence. cas learns a lot from sam. he learns about other gods and goddesses, how to read people, to sit and stare, to understand humans cause sam is all complex emotions. and from dean, he's learned how to fight. how to be brave and loyal. he's learned how to have fun too, to relax and enjoy the moment cause you never know when that moments gonna end and you'll be fighting against the most evilest creatures known to mankind. and from you, he's learned the most. your humor. rather similar to dean's but it's a bit different too. you're homey, warm, gentle. completely opposite from the guard dog brothers. sometimes it's jokes that no one else, sometimes not even dean could understand. a reference from books is the most common, mostly sam knows them, but dean reads occasionally. castiel has to learn to laugh at them, to learn to understand the significance of them. so when he's with sam and dean, and sometimes you too, at a bar, making a poor attempt at flirting, you're unsure how to feel. she doesn't look completely unamused, probably thinking something along the lines of 'who is this hot nerd?'. but it's rather entertaining. ever since the breakup, and castiel pretending like it's a good thing. that you two can be very good friends. you've had to watch the poor angel pretend like you aren't perfect for each other. he makes references to movies and books like you and dean taught him. common one liners you've used on him to ruffle his little angel feathers. most commonly the 'did you fall from heaven? cause i think you're an angel'. of course the girls eat it up, but they don't have the same flustered look castiel had, and that's what sucks the fun out of the whole encounter. he understands the jokes in a very simple format. it's funny because he is an angel from heaven, who happened to have fallen maybe once or twice, but really who's counting? he doesn't think it's funny because falling from heaven is no laughing matter. but it won't deter him from using it on other girls. he's kind of testing the waters i guess you could say. he's never had to flirt with anyone before. with you, it was all so easy to just talk and now he's actually got to put an effort into his flirtations? the girls eat it up anyway. what you don't really know, is that castiel is just making a poor attempt at 1) making you jealous, and 2) seeing what girls like so he can get you back. now her on the other hand, see knows someone's "cooked here" as we now say. the way the words roll of his tongue feels foreign. not practiced, but he's heard them before. it makes her look around, wondering who he came here with, if there's something she should be keeping an eye out for, like a crazy ex. but no one stands out to her. she doesn't care though, she likes the compliments, plus he's cute, he's funny. he's the complete package. she just doesn't know castiel is learning how to be a better man for someone else.

“Hes funny now, all his jokes hit different, guess who he learned that from.”

So, did you leave quite an impression?

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