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bittersweet-nothingss · 2 months

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"Dean still hardly talks. I try to make small talk, or ask him if he wants to throw the baseball around. Anything to make him feel like a normal kid again.

He never budges from my side - or from his brother. Every morning when I wake up, Dean is inside the crib, arms wrapped around baby Sam.

Like he's trying to protect him from whatever is out there in the night.”

-John Winchester's Journal

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Dean had his arms wrapped around Sam as he took his last breath.

#dean winchester #sam winchester #dean and sam #supernatural #sam was deans child #Dean being sams protector since day 1 #the winchesters #brothers #sam my beloved #Dean my beloved

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watchoutforthefanfics · 13 days

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thinking about when Cas pushed past the Winchesters that one time, and Dean called out to him, and Sam had to hold him back, and Dean fought back with every fiber of his being, and Dean called out to him again, and how Dean was so relieved when Cas came back through the portal, and how Cas was killed right in front of him, and Dean yelled NO so desperately that it rattled my bones

anyway, how are you?

#i am unwell #destiel #deancas #supernatural #castiel #spn #dean winchester #destiel my beloved #dean my beloved #castiel my beloved

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everyone-with-a-para · 18 days

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I hope everyone with a para that is/has been so deep in the closet they found narnia has a great day

#dean my beloved #oh hey gods paracosm i thought you were dead #happy to see your take over of my every waking thought again #madd #maladaptive daydreaming #paraportal #immersive daydreaming #madd positivity

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fogdraws · 13 days

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I don't blame Cass; I too would have been lovestruck if the man I gripped tight and raised from perdition looked THAT good

#ive been dean'ed since the first time I saw this man #dean is just #GORGEOUS #LOOK AT HIM #🙌🙌🙌🙌#dean my beloved #castiel my beloved #destiel #spn #supernatural

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bloodydeanwinchester · 1 year

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YALL HE LOOKS SO GOOD

#dean my beloved #spn prequel #spnwin

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bark-bark-bark-bark · 8 months

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Started thinking abt tall tales (tails? Idk which one 🥲) again and I’m just wondering if Dean were to actually get it on with those girls Gabriel conjured up for him. was Gabriel gonna watch??

CUZ HE WAS LITERALLY JUST SITTING THERE AND IT DIDNT LOOK LIKE HE WAS ABOUT TO GET UP YKNOW???

#spn #supernatural #gabriel spn #dean winchester #gabriel my beloved #dean my beloved #I don’t blame him tbh #I would wanna watch too #who said that?#also that was literally one of deans worst haircuts #like 🙃🙃🙃#sorry but I had to mention it #debriel

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angelsdean · 1 year

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we literally got to see dean again 😭😭😭 and his story's not over and he doesn't want his "peace" he wants freedom and he's still our babygirl who cares abt thee whole world. he saved the multiverse ! he gave his AU parents the tools they need to have a good, free life. i love him sooo much<3 i love him so goddamn much and he deserves the world and i know he's gonna keep writing his story and reunite with his angel and finally get his happiness oughhhhh

#DEAN MY BELOVED #oh my heart is so full. the more i think abt him the more i just wanna burst w/ love #spnwin #vic.txt

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babygirldilf · 1 year

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Of course this homicidal maniac himbo of a man is my babygirl what do you mean I can't call him that

#dean winchester #derek hale #pedro pascal #daddy joel #joel miller #dean my beloved #cas #castiel #misha #jensen #theo raeken

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mishapocalyse · 1 year

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Instill In Me-Loneliness

Description: After the situation in the basement between you and Demon! Dean. You could hear his screams to be saved and he could hear your most painful cries. Both yearning to escape the pit of loneliness that gripped you two tight.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader ft. Castiel

Warnings: Language, Sad Themes

Sam hadn’t spoke to you in weeks.

Not that it truly mattered much. He insulted you enough to where all you felt when he was near was spite. You despised Sam. Your once flourishing friendship was now broken like glass in a mirror.

Seven years of bad luck.

Dean hung his head low despite hearing you wander above him. This was your daily routine for the past month. Every morning, 9AM, you awaken and wander the bunker, you would wander until it brought you to his door. You would never come in. Only stand and wait until he noticed your footsteps treading away.

A pathetic, lonely thing you had become.

So he waited. He waited and waited.

But you were late.

The water ran cold as you showered. You didn’t care as long as you were clean.

Your food was bland. You didn’t mind as long as you were eating.

Alone you felt as you sat at the large table where you yourself remembered how Sam sat beside you and where Dean would sit across just so he could look at you. You acted like you didn’t notice; you did.

You always did.

It was lonely.

You missed them.

You missed him.

Carried by the fond memories, wrapping his quilt you plucked from Dean’s bedroom, you continued your morning routine, until finally you stood at the door. You would have just stood there, today was not the day to stick to your comfort zone.

Dean was taken aback when you entered. You were suddenly burdened by his presence as you gazed upon him. Bruised, beaten. His skin was paling, it had become clammy. His once beautiful green eyes were now of a dull color that contrasted with their usual vibrance. They were sunken in, he had clearly lost weight.

You did not speak to him while you entered. Shutting the door behind you, you moved slowly to sit down. Making sure to sit as far away from him as possible. He had grown rather desperate the longer he was down here and you wanted to not repeat what happened the first time he broke free of his restraints.

“You’re not supposed to be down here. I’m dangerous…remember?” He cackled, you held the same worn expression as what you carried for weeks.

Dean’s cackled faded, you looked equally as bad as he did. Only you were seemingly still just as pretty.

Broken.

“What…cat got your tongue?” He hissed.

“I want to talk to the real Dean, please.” You sniffled.

The demon version of Dean sat across from you, still in that same chair, restrained even further. His eyes closed as he accepted your request, letting his head fall for just a moment.

When the Dean you missed so much came to, he groaned, weak, empty as he craned his aching neck up to look at you.

“Never listen do you?” He laughs. “That’s my girl—“ He never got to finish the sentence when you wrapped your arms around his neck.

The tight hold you had him in as you felt the rumble of his chest as he chuckled.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have met either of you Winchesters…” you trailed.

“I agree. The path we’re on is a bitch.” He finishes.

Loneliness crept through the walls of the room they both shared. The looks exchanged as you held yourself against Dean’s chest. After some time he cleared his throat, and you raised up to meet his saddened gaze.

“I’m not strong enough, Y/N.” The tears in Dean’s eyes cascaded down his sunken cheeks.

You opened your mouth to disagree when the flutter and flapping of wings had caught you mid thought. A hand placed on your shoulder, full of warmth and sadness.

Castiel.

You knew you had to leave. The angel you had come to adore didn’t even have to say a word as you slipped away from Dean, as the demon side took over again.

“Don’t go.” Dean kept repeating. Castiel shook his head.

“You do not need to see this, Y/N. Go.” Castiel warned.

Not a second more your legs carried you through that same route you had memorized from being down there for so long. They carried you through the map room, to the library, up the stairs and into the safety of Dean’s room where you had set up camp. If Dean were normal again, he would have kicked you out. But he wasn’t there.

Not entirely.

And yet, the way you tucked yourself further into his mattress felt more like home than what the man himself was.

Although, you wouldn’t admit it to him. You loved Dean. Here you were.

Listening to the cries from downstairs, you leaned your head against the pillows, trying to drown out the noise.

Trying to forget how lonely you were without him.

Perhaps, maybe…he was lost without you as well.

#jensen ackles #jensen ackled #supernatural #spn #askmishapoc #spn supernatural #supernatural spn #spn fandom #dean my beloved #dean x reader

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notitlemp3 · 8 months

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did i tell you about my mri results yet

no, pls share