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nahpkmp · 28 days

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM

And for those of us who can't just let ourselves be happy, i suggest to look closer at the picture and notice what Dean's hiding behind his back

#spn #supernatural #spn fanart #dean winchester #art #spn family #sam winchester #sam and dean #kill john winchester #the winchester brothers #spnfandom #spnfamily #happy birthday sam #birthday boy #smol #little dean

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torturedpoetemotions · 3 months

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John tells Sam the mission comes before everything as Dean lies, barely conscious, bleeding in the back seat. Dean's not devastated by this. He's not angry. He's resigned. He braces himself to be a good soldier, because after all isn't that what he's for? A willing sacrifice for the mission.

But then Sam says "no sir, not everything," and glances at his brother in the rear-view mirror. It's the first time someone tells Dean he's more than canon fodder.

Years later, the angels demand that Castiel kill Dean to prove his loyalty, for the greater good. Dean looks into Cas's face and braces himself, like a good soldier. That's what he's for, right? That's what he's always been for. A willing sacrifice for the mission.

But then Cas meets Dean's eyes and says "I can't" and gives up his army to save Dean's life. Once again, Dean is reminded that he matters. That he is not expendable.

#supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #dean and self worth #winchester brothers #destiel

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clairenatural · 7 months

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okay but you see sam has ALSO fallen for dean's act. sam also believes dean to be the macho, daddy's soldier, beer boobs cars guy he presents himself as. this is why sam makes fun of dean whenever he even lightly steps out of that mold and thinks it's harmless banter instead of attacking an insecurity. it's why he laughs when john talks down to dean in the early seasons and it's why he seems surprised when dean is more comfortable with himself in the later seasons. it's why he just scoffs but doesn't push it when dean puts up a front and refuses to talk about his emotions and just accepts whatever excuse he makes at face value. it's why he offers dean a strip club to make him feel better when cas dies. and this isn't his fault!! dean has spent a very long time perfecting this image in front of everyone and ESPECIALLY to sam because along with it comes safety and security and stability and the only person. who has consistently been able to see through it. is castiel

#charlie also a bit bc dean doesn't have to be desirable to her as a man or as a son #altho i would argue that she doesn't see through him he just doesn't perform as much for her. cas actively sees through it #this is why sam has never caught on to dean being queer also. btw. dean isn't closeted he's just never made a big deal of telling sam #you never really know your parents just the version of them they want you to see etc etc #anyway this is also why sam is thought to be More Sensitive in comparison #by people who have also fallen for the Act. i call this the General Audience Dean Act #because it was who he was SUPPOSED to be from kripke's pen until jensen went ummmmm no. he has trauma :) and forcibly gave him layers #this is also not samcrit btw i always need to clarify that #i am bad at sam studies but i think you could also write posts (and ppl have) about how dean doesn't truly know sam either #bc he has Little Baby Brother zoned him forever even though he is almost 40 by the end of s15

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zelkiff · 21 days

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the scene where sam is warming his hands over the corpse they’re burning is so fucking funny

i wish we saw more moments of the winchesters just being so odd to the average person

#S8EP13 #supernatural #spn #sam winchester #dean winchester #winchester brothers

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nyxiswrites1200 · 5 months

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🩵𝑺𝒂𝒎'𝒔 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍🩵

Sam Winchester x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Crushing, friends to lovers, pet names, Sexual tension, Mellow sexual thoughts, Size kink, p in v, nipple play, multiple rounds, oral sex, praise kink, aftercare

Mentions: She/her reader pronouns, Reader wears a skirt, Reader is implied to be shorter than Sam, Imagining early seasons Sam, Dean is present

"In a world of boys, he's a gentleman"

AN: uhh I know I died for like a month but supernatural brain rot is incoming. Sam girl for life <3 anyhow, happy holidays loves. This is so self-indulging, sorry babes.

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Sam Winchester is an awkward man. He's so respectful he doesn't know what to do with himself sometimes. But don't mistake his sweet attitude for a lack of attraction.

When you bend over to pick his book up off the floor for him, he notices your skirt sliding up your thighs. He quickly looks away as he runs a hand through the back of his messy brown hair.

Sam always opens the door of the Impala for you when you join him and Dean on road trips. He notices the way you let your hand brush over his arm as you help yourself into the car. Dean just lets out a small laugh as he climbs into the driver's seat.

Sam watches you saunter around the motel room in his shirt. Under the claim that 'it's just more comfortable'. He loves the way your figure is swallowed up by his larger clothes.

Sometimes it was almost degrading how respectful he was. In truth, you were trying to get his attention. To catch him peaking under your skirt, getting hard from seeing you in his shirt, or him finally being pushed over the edge by your 'discreet' affectionate touches. You swore you were gonna have to climb in his lap and say "fuck me" for him to actually do it.

In truth, Sam wasn't oblivious to what you wanted. Rather he was too kind to give it to you. He thought you were so precious that he needed to deny you. Sleeping with you would be too personal, too intimate and he wouldn't be able to let go of you after.

Dean let out a small laugh, Sam and him were alone in the hotel room while you went to go get dinner for the three. "What, Dean?" Sam asked in his partially sassy attitude as he read through his book. "Nothing nothing...it's just funny watching her pawn for you. Think you might be hurtin' her feelings." Dean smirked as he looked over at his little brother. Sam sighed in response, knowing he could only be talking about you. "I'm not that stupid, I know what she wants...I just..." he ran a hand through his hair "I don't think I should". "Sammy" Dean inquires "Look, she knows what we do. She hasn't gone running yet and she's perfectly human, there's nothing dangerous about that girl" he chuckles. "I know you're afraid because of what happened but...I think this might be something worth risking".

Sam let Dean's words simmer in his thoughts all night. For once he might actually agree with his older brother.

The next night you and Sam were alone. You finally spilled, being brutally honest. Sam watched with a bit of shock as you admitted how you'd be pawning for him. All your actions had a purpose and how bad you wanted to be his girlfriend. You almost wanted to cry with how emotionally overwhelmed this made you trying to explain yourself.

"Lovely, I'm sorry..." Sam stands as he cups your cheek and tilts your head up to meet his gaze. "I know you want me but I was being selfish because I know if I...indulge myself in you, I won't be able to let you go ever again." he explained, his voice was so gentle and his eyes reminded you of a puppy with the way he looked at you. "Maybe...I'm a little selfish too" you chime in "I just...I wanna be yours so bad that I don't really care what happens".

Those words alone tumbled the tension between both of you over the edge. Sam's kisses were soft then heated and needy. He had you pushed against the motel wall while both of you discarded your clothes. His larger figure covered you as he kissed you desperately. His hands engulfed your hips as he gripped them.

Once you two were on the bed, his hands fondled your breasts, teasing your nipples between his fingers. His chest pressed into your back as he kissed along your neck. You reached back to tangle a hand into his hair.

Sam was so sweet but he was a fucking god in bed. He knew exactly where to kiss, fondle, and tease. Nothing but deeply slurred words of "How does that feel?", "You okay?", "Taking me so well, lovely", and "Good girl...". You went three rounds with him...

He rubbed your clit and toyed with your nipples, leaving kisses and sucking up your neck. You came on his fingers, feeling him stretch you open. You wanted to watch his strong hands fuck into you so bad.

He nestled himself between your thighs. His tongue lapping up your first orgasm. You watched as you tugged on his hair, noticing the dominant look in his eyes. His hands gripping your thighs to keep them spread as you squirmed beneath him. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked on it until he fucked his tongue inside you while you came again.

Then finally he fills you with his cock, only after making sure you were okay. He had you stuffed to the brim, grunts and moans leaving him with each thrust. He pressed his forehead against yours as he kissed your cervix with the tip of his dick.

When you came for a third time, he let you ride your high until he pulled out and finished on your stomach. A gentleman as always, not stuffing you with his cum on the first night. Even if you wouldn't have minded.

Sam carefully cleaned you up in the bath. Warm water envelops you both. He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder and gently rubbed your side as he cleaned you up. His actions are no longer lustful, this was just affectionate. "Did you enjoy yourself? Wasn't too much?" he asked softly, his expression back to looking like a puppy. "I'm fine, Sammy. It was perfect..." You smiled and kissed him softly.

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nottsbabydoll · 6 days

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— ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ caught in the act ◞ dean winchester !

◟ ☆ ݁ ⋆ ꒱ dean covering you with his leather jacket whenever sam accidentally catches y’all in the front seat of the impala.￨female reader x dean winchester . mild language, smut smut smut, unprotected sex, creampie, riding, public sex?? kinda (you’re in a car but still) !

authors note, thought of this today and i needed to write something for it ugh

taglist, @heartsforvin @priestsgf @cosmicanakin @1-800-whitemanswhore @summerbells (lmk if you wanna be added!)

you’ve been waiting all week long to get some alone time with dean, you’ve held out urges and been on a good enough behavior, but between this case taking so long to finish along with sam bursting through yours and dean’s motel room unannounced you’ve been slowly loosing your mind,

the ache between your thighs only seemed to grow and grow the more time you’ve spent around him, and dean didn’t help that either, with his smug smirks and lingering touches, all of it combined caused you to develop somewhat of a raging attitude towards both winchester brothers,

poor sam did try to talk to you, but you blew him off pretty harshly, which in all fairness to him, he didn’t understand why you were so on edge, but nonetheless he pretty much chalked it up to it being that time of the month for you and didn’t bother mentioning it further,

meanwhile dean on the other hand was revealing in the torture, he loved watching the way your eyes would trail down his body whenever he was cleaning his weapons, or the way your thighs would clench whenever his hands would grip the steering wheel of his impala, he especially loved the subtle moans and whimpers you’d let out whenever his hand got dangerously close to your sopping cunt

and although he didn’t seem like it, dean was slowly going crazy as he hadn’t touched you in nearly a week. see from the moment you and dean had met, you’ve been each others release, first starting off as friends with benefits before slowly developing into a romantic relationship, but regardless of the title, the point is that ever since you’ve met, you’ve never spent more than a couple days without touching one another, so this week had been more than harsh on the both of you.

you’ve tried getting yourself off in the shower or whenever you were left alone in the hotel room for whatever reason, but you couldn’t seem to get close enough to the edge, and the suspense of your ongoing stop and go for your release was evidently tearing you apart, so the moment that the three of you had stopped in the middle of the night at a diner - you decided that right now you were going to do what you’ve been looking forward to all week long

as dean pulls up the gravel driveway on the dingy 24 hour diner, he sighs shoving the gear shift to park, sam shifts from his place in the backseat, rubbing his eyes and letting out a tired yawn as he sits up

“where are we?” he mumbles, dean places his arm over the seat and turns to speak but you quickly cut him off

“outside of utah.” although you tried to hide the annoyed and frustrated tone, it slipped through nonetheless, and sam’s eyes widened slightly and he raised his hands up in defense,

“jeez, sorry.” he huffs, “i have to pee,” he says, his voice now softer than before, as he tried not to further annoy you

letting out a heavy sigh you open your door and step out, the sway of your hips as you turn and bend down to shove your seat forward to give him room to get out makes dean bring his hand over his jeans, cupping his cock through the materiel as to adjust himself, meanwhile sam wastes absolutely no time in hopping out and quickly making his way towards the building

as soon as sam’s out of your way you shove the seat back in his original place and hop in with a huff, closing the door behind you. once you’re back in the car you lean back against the seat and bring your hand to run through your hair as you sigh,

“damn baby, did you really have to be so short with sammy?” he asked, his usual smirk playing on the corner of his perfectly plump lips as he spoke

you shrugged, “he’s just been bugging me.”

“he’s been asleep this whole time.” dean laughed, and you threw your hands up, “okay, whatever!”

“you acting this way because you’re horny?” his words caught you off guard, definitely.

and as you turn to look at him, ready to tear him a new one for tasting you, your eyes softened as you take in his features, he looked so beautiful right here, his green eyes now dark and heavily clouded with lust, his freckles on full display as the rusty old street light shined down through his window and onto his face, and his lips, oh god his lips, so plump and soft looking, and before you could stop yourself you’re leaning over and pressing your lips to his harshly

dean’s initially caught off guard but manages to get situated pretty quickly, his hands moving to your waist and pulling you over and placing you on his lap, while yours glide up the sides of his face to his hair, your fingers tangling with the blonde roots, tugging and pulling on it softly

he felt so good, tasted so good, everything about him was intoxicating to you, he was like a drug and you were the addict, and you’ve been going through withdrawals all week

totally forgetting where you were for a second you pull back and cross your arms, fingers grasping onto the hems of your shirt, lifting it halfway before dean stopped you

“baby, we’re in public.” he breathes, his lips now covered in your smeared lipstick, and you just shrug, leaning forward some and placing your hand on his cheek

“i don’t care, i need you.” you whisper, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his neck, right below his ear, “please.” dean chuckled lowly, “alright, but we’ve gotta be quick,”

“sammy’s gonna be back any-” before he could finish his sentence your lips were back on his, this kiss was different from the previous one you’ve just shared, this one was sloppy, needy and desperate, you’re pouring your all into this kiss, every faded orgasm, every frustrating cockblock from sam, every single emotion you’ve been feeling.

dean lifts his hips softly, causing his growing hard on to brush against your aching clit, the action causing you to whimper softly against his lips.

dean pulls back, “sensitive?”

“shut up and fuck me already.” you whine, wiggling your hips against his softly, dean chuckled, his hands moving to undo the buttons on your blouse, while yours are working to undo the buckle on his belt and zipper on his dark wash jeans

once all the buttons are undone dean wastes no time in tearing the two pieces of fabric apart from each other and shoving them down your arms, tossing the thin fabric to the floorboard, his smirk falters for a moment as he realizes your lack of bra, with his belt now unbuckled and his zipper now pulled down you look up, a smirk of your own finding it’s way on your glossy lips, “like it?”

“like it?, i love it.” he mumbles, reaching his hands up to grab a fistful of the flesh, kneeling it in his warm hands whilst leaning forward, and burying his face in your cleavage, his lips circling around one of your nipples while his thumb rubs the other,

“fuck, let me ride you,” you begged, dean looked up, your boob falling from his lips in a ‘pop’ sound

“yeah?” he quirked, “yeah.”

dean leant back, bringing his hand to his mouth, he spit a glob of spit onto his finger tips and lowered them down to his throbbing cock, spreading it around, lubricting it for you

you place your hand on his shoulder and use the other to slide your panties to the side, dean brings his cock up and slaps it on your clit a few times causing your breath to hitch

using his shoulder as leverage you lean up and place yourself directly over his cock, he brings his free hand to your waist as you slowly slide down on him

dean moans softly as his cock stretches you — “fuck,” he heaved, “almost forgot how tight this pussy was.”

throwing your head back you whine softly, slowly you begin to grind your hips against his, creating some sort of friction for the both of you as you try to get used to his size again

dean brings his hands to your hips, helping to guide you as you grind against him, his head falls back against the head rest while you lean forward with him, arms wrapped securely around his shoulders, “feels so good,” you whisper, fingers tugging softly on the ends of his hair

“bounce on me,” he breathes, and with that you’re sitting up, using his shoulders to steady yourself as you bring your feet to the leather seats, planting them down

“don’t let me fall,” you giggle, breathlessly, “never.” he quips

lifting your hips you slowly fall back on him, doing this a few more times until you’ve found a steady rhythm, “so good baby,” he praises, his hands on your hips, helping to guiding your movements

dean urges you to move faster, “atta girl, just like that.” he groans, his head moving to fall back but you’re quick to catch his cheek, guiding his lips to yours

“kiss me,” you moan, lips brushing against his

dean complies almost immediately — his lips pressing firmly against yours, mixed with teeth and tongue, neither of you cared if you seemed desperate, because well you were, having been touch starved of one another for a full week

you feel as his hands slide up your hips towards your tits, squeezing them roughly, while yours are tangled in his hair, tugging and pulling relentlessly

he pulls away, lowering his head to watch in awe as his cock glides in and out of you with ease, “doing so, mm—fuckin’ good for me, angel,”

“shit, you’re so deep.” you whine, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth as you used every bit of strength you had to lift your hips then slam them back down on him

dean must’ve noticed as you tiring out since your movements became sloppier, since he brings both hands to your waist to lift you and guide you back down

your eyes roll back as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, as this new angle of his has his tip hitting that soft spot deep inside of you,

you’re brought closer to your high as his swollen tip continues to hit your g-spot relentlessly, and you can’t help but hold onto him for dear life,

“fuck,” you whine, arms wrapping around his shoulder as you lean forward, burying your face in his neck, “gonna cum, oh, i’m gonna cum,”

“yea?” he presses, while you just nod, “cum on my cock,” he breathes, “atta girl, come on.” he encourages, his hand going to grip a fistful of your ass

your legs start to shake against him and you cry out as your orgasm hits you, “that’s it,” he coos, his hand coming to rub against your hair, helping to calm you as your body shook whilst still guiding your hips down onto his,

you’re aching between your thighs now but you’re still so desperate for him, his cock twitches inside of you, signaling that he’s close, “fill me up,” you breathe, “cum in me, baby.”

“please,” you whimper, and that was the end of it for him, he stops your movements all together, holding you down as white spurts of hot cum shoot up into you as he lowers his head back against the seat, letting out a raspy groan, “fuck,”

you’re both breathing heavily as you try to bring yourselves down from your highs, leaning up some you bring your hand to his face, lifting his chin and leaning forward, kissing him softly, “did so good for me,” he whispered, his words muffled by your swollen lips

“did so fuckin’ good.” he repeated, “mm, i love you.”

“i love-”

suddenly the passenger side door swings open, a screeching sound from you follows and suddenly dean’s snapped out of his post orgasm haze and leans forward, still buried inside of you and grabs the first thing he can find,

his hands grasp his brown leather jacket and he moves to wrap it around you, attempting to shield you from his younger brothers eyes, you flushed with embarrassment just bury your face in his shoulder

“close the door!”

within seconds the passenger door slams shut, the impact of the slam causing the whole car to shake, leaning up your eyes lock with his

“no way that just happened.” you breathed, an embarrassed smile creeping up your face as you stare back at dean

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feelingthedisaster · 2 months

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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.

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rustic-space-fiddle · 6 months

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Baby Winchestahs 🪦🔥 I messed up the perspective w the background but I like the background so eat me

Yeah so what up I’m back punks

I’m watching Supernatural finally and ngl as a child o’ God it’s almost laughable sometimes (“God has left the building” “God never even knew your name” gorl wHAT— 🤣🤣) but I love the Winchester bros and Bobby and Cas so much. Idk if people care about spoilers for this because I’m only in season 10 and I’m so many years late as it is, but I want Bobby back. Bring him back. I miss him. Bring him back.

#supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #the winchester brothers #supernatural fanart #fan art #art #digital art #artists of tumblr #rustic space doodles

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deancasbisexual · 1 month

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Dean only said Cas was like a brother to him twice in the entire show and that was only after the moments got too gay. It's clear the writers were like "oop that was a little fruity. Quick! Make Dean say something heterosexual!"

#makes me mad #because he doesn't treat cas the way he treats sam #it's different and it was always different #“like a brother” my ass #destiel #deancas #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #castiel #cas novak

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