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mothgardens · 3 months

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it is 2am and i am feeling so much sam winchester love rn so here is a list of taylor swift songs i think resonate with him:

1. Anti-Hero

I feel as tho all the lyrics work towards his character.

Mr. Samuel “It’s me, Hi, I’m the problem it’s me… everybody agrees,” Winchester

I should not be left to my own devices -> Dean constantly implies that Sam shouldn’t be left to figure things out on his own. He does this so much that Sam actually confronts him about it, multiple times.

I wake up screaming from dreaming -> Sam used to wake up from his visions freaked the hell out.

The second verse is also very fitting; he always felt like a freak or monster compared to everyone else.

2. Clean

DEMON BLOOD !!!!!!

I think it works really well for his addiction arc because the song is about toxic relationships (aka RUBY).

The drought being the worst -> Being locked in Bobby’s panic room.

The flowers that we grown together died of thirst -> The powers that grew and developed during his addiction and slowly disappeared when he was sobering.

I screamed so loud but no one heard a thing -> Sam was shouting and banging for hours down in the panic room and no one came to check on him until he was quiet.

Ten months older, I wont give in. Now that i’m clean, I’m never gonna risk it -> He never went back

3. Nothing New

Honestly, the whole reason this song is on the list is because of the lyric:

How can a person know everything at 18, but nothing at 22 -> Sam left for Stanford at 18. That was his first taste of freedom; it was his first time deciding something for himself. He was his own person. He had finally escaped. But, then at 22, Dean came and brought him back in. Jess dies. Everything feels lost again.

In general, I think Sam has lost of teenage girl vibes to him tho. This is probably self projection, but I think its true and this is MY analysis so <3.

4. My Tears Ricochet

This song is about Sam and John’s Stanford fight, and general dynamics that they share.

This one is going to get it’s own in depth, dedicated post <3 but some highlights are:

Even on my worst day, did i deserve, all the hell you gave me -> Sam was a child. No matter how arrogant or frustrating he could be, John should have never been so harsh on him. Telling your kid to never come back just because he wants to go to college is INSANE.

And I can go anywhere I want, just not home -> THIS LINE IS SO AHHHHHHH SAMMY.

Cursing my name, wishing i stayed -> John. John. John. Cursing Sam to never return, while simultaneously wishing he had never left.

Cause when I’d fight you used to tell me I was brave -> Parallel, John telling Sam he being brave on a hunt VS John condescendingly saying Sam was being brave for standing up to him.

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same -> John realizing that Sam might have to die if nothing changes. John giving that responsibility to Dean by giving his life for Dean’s; selfless selfishness.

5. Mirrorball

Mr. Samuel “And when I break, it’s in a million pieces” Winchester

I’m still on that tightrope, I’m still trying everything to get you laughing at me -> Sam continuously tries to do his best under every circumstance. Even though most of the people around him have such little faith in him. He won’t stop trying.

And I’m still a believer, but I don’t know why -> His faith is God and the stereotypical Christian religion in general throughout the series fascinates me. He has very little reason to keep his faith, but he does. Even in later seasons, I think it was s11, when he prays and believes that Lucifer’s visions are actually messages from God.

I’ve never been a natural, all I do is try try try -> Sam doesn’t actually know what he is doing. He uses his training, but that only can get you so far in mental battles with Lucifer or physical battles with God. He does what he thinks is right. He just wants to help.

6. This Is Me Trying

This is also in the works of developing its own post. Highlights include:

I didn’t know if you’d care if i came back, i have a lot of regrets about that -> Sam never got to know if Dean wanted him back. All that time spent at Stanford he had to wonder if his father and brother actually missed him or not.

Could’ve followed my fears all the way down -> This just screams Lucifer trauma to me

THEY TOLD ME ALL MY CAGES WERE MENTAL, SO I GOT WASTED LIKE ALL MY POTENTIAL -> *violently screams and shakes* The visions, Demon blood, Hallucifer, literally anytime Sam is struggling it is brushed off as him being too worked up about it. Dean literally COMPLAINED to Bobby about how much work it was that Sam was mentally ill. LIKE DUDE.

AND MY WORDS SHOOT TO KILL WHEN IM MAD, I HAVE A LOT OF REGRETS ABOUT THAT -> Sam does say shit that is hurtful. He does shit that is bad. It’s usually out of frustration from someone else’s actions towards him. AKA it’s usually towards Dean, when Dean belittles him.

pouring out my heart to a stranger, BUT I DIDNT POUR THE WHISKEY -> Sam vs Dean (this is NOT me belittling Dean’s alcoholism bc i get he has an issue)

That this is me trying, AT LEAST IM TRYING -> Again, Sam is just doing his best.

And it’s hard to be at a party when I when i feel like an open wound -> Sam has to just behave and go through his life normally even when he is struggling with abandonment, addiction, 180 years of every abuse imaginable and unimaginable, guilt, and just so much suffering.

It ’s hard to be anywhere when all i want is you, you’re a flashback -> Sam’s feelings about Jess. I constantly think about that scene in the impala when he tells Dean that he still thinks about her. It had been like twelve or more years. Its so painful.

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please excuse my typos

i am yet but just a girl

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solarcas · 2 years

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For @becauseofthebowties' follower celebration - Prompts: parallels // falling

(In which, unlike Dean and Cas, Jess and Rory actually crash the car after this scene. You know, the logical thing that should happen after that amount of eye contact-)

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crushedbyhyperbole · 1 month

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Cherry Pie Kiss

Slice Three

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You're cornered and chased by Bartholomew's minions. Separated from Sam and Cas, you and Dean make a run for it. Lust finds you both when you're finally safe. Dean rocks your world.

Words: 3.4k

A/N: This is smutty part 3 of what's now looking like a longer series since I've settled on a cute, fluffy and smutty part 4. At this point I don't think I'll ever be sated in my need for this man but Im so not sorry about it 😂

I do hope you enjoy part 3. If you haven't read parts 1 and 2 check out the Cherry Pie Kiss Masterlist. As always, I value your comments and feedback. Drop a dime and let me know what you think.

Warnings: Smut. Canon-typical action/adventure. Running for your lives. Bit of angst.

*** 18+ Minors Do Not Read or Interact ***

Dean Winchester. You hate him. His stubbornness and stoic grace. His tenacity and faith that, no matter what, you guys will get it done if you stick together. The way his eyes pierce you down to your soul when he stares. At least that’s what you try to tell yourself, hoping that others will believe it too. Truth is, you’re just as stubborn as he is, holding onto this façade when hatred is so far from what you feel.

Dean sits behind Baby’s wheel, having stormed away from the Gas’n’Sip in frustration. His eyes follow your every move and your body language as you and Sam try to convince Cas, for the umpteenth time, to come with you. Dean had taken it personally when Cas had refused, and after several attempts at reasoning, bargaining, and begging, Dean had given up, choosing to sit out any further attempts at persuasion.

You look over at the black Impala with its radiant chrome and glossy darkness. The man inside looks away out to road not wanting the hurt, so plain on his face, to be seen.

“I’ll be back in a sec,” you say to Sam, touching his forearm gently as he continues to reason with the fallen Angel.

You feel compelled to at least try to comfort Dean. Since you two had talked that night in the dingy room-only motel out in Crocker, you had maintained a stable yet strained connection. You had still been pissed at him for using you and Sam as bait so you had sent him back to his room with another kiss and the promise of “when I’m ready”. Since then, you two had never been alone for more than a few minutes; there was always Sam, or witnesses, or monsters.

Dean’s head snaps your way when you pull the door open, his face schooled into that smooth mask he wears when he’s hurt but unwilling to be vulnerable. Cas’s decision has really hit him hard.

Sliding in the passenger side, you angle yourself towards him and reach to take one of his hands which is picking at the fingernails of his other. Ordinarily, you wouldn’t risk such a gesture but with Sam a couple of hundred meters away and the height of the dash to obscure it, you’re not worried.

Dean allows the contact, his head hanging. “Cas made his choice.” His voice is low and gravelly with emotion.

“Doesn’t mean he can’t change his mind.” You reason, trying not to throw fuel on the fire.

“He knows where I am if he does.” He states, matter of fact. “I’m not wasting another breath on him.”

“He’s your best friend.”

“You’re my best friend.” Dean looks at you and squeezes your hand which is entwined with his, resting on his thigh. “You and Sam.”

“I’m just some girl you want to fuck.” You chuckle, and Deans lips quirk a subtle smirk briefly before he replies.

The words don’t come out, however. Dean catches movement at the side of the Gas’N’Sip, and he drops your hand to turn over the engine, thrusting the heel of his other hand on Baby’s horn as he does so.

Sam and Cas look in your direction and then see the four figures walking quickly and with purpose, coming between them and the Impala. Shit! Angels. Bartholomew’s minions, no doubt. How have they found you again?

“Son of a bitch!” Dean hisses, cranking the car into drive, kicking up stones in the gravel lot as the wheels spin, gaining traction to take you to Sam and Cas.

You fumble your seatbelt, sliding on the seat and right into Dean with a grunt as he swerves to avoid a blacked-out Escalade that grinds to a halt between you and your friends.

Sam and Cas are already on the move, running fast towards the gold Lincoln pimpmobile Cas had somehow acquired, Sam waving Dean off as they scramble into the car and peel out of the lot before the Angels could reach them. You, however, are stuck. With the Escalade and four fallen angels between you and the lot exit, Dean turns the wheel, locking it out and put his foot on the gas, spinning the car around with an horrific noise from the tyres. At the back of the lot is a chainlink fence with a gate that leads to a dirt road which split in two, one branch heading to the highway, the other into scrubland that precedes a dense-looking woodland. You can lose them in the trees.

Dean winces as he ploughs baby through the chainlink gate, lamenting the damage that is sure to be done, and turns the car towards the highway.

“We can lose them in the trees,” you cry, point to the woods.

“Baby doesn’t have the ground clearance for it,” Dean says roughly, manoeuvring the car through a side-on skid with the heel of his hand on the wheel and his other hand gripping the side of the seat to stop himself from sliding as the car spins. Once straight, he slams his food on the gas and burns rubber onto the tarmac, heading in the opposite direction to Sam and Cas.

You know he’s right about the car. The Escalade is 4x4 and sits high which gives it the advantage off road in the woods when the trail inevitably turns to a glorified hiking path. You’re not even sure the highway is a much better option given that Baby is an older, classic car, but you know Dean keeps her in tip-top shape and she’s got a lot of power under her hood. That being said, the Escalade could be seen in the rearview, weaving through traffic to catch up to you.

The shrill ring of your phone makes you jump as you try to focus on the road and on what’s behind. You need to be a second set of eyes for Dean while he’s pushing Baby to create some distance from the Escalade.

“Hey, Sam!” You sigh with relief, reading his name on your display, putting him on speaker.

“This is Castiel,” the former Angel’s flat tone carries from the phone. “Sam is driving. He said I’m too slow.”

You grin big. That’s a classic Winchester brother thing to do. From the corner of your eye you see Dean smirk.

“Just tell them we’re headed west and haven’t been followed.” Sam sighed with mild frustration.

“Damn it’s good to hear your voice, Sammy!” Dean spoke loudly in that extra deep tone he uses when he is running on adrenalin. You know he left Cas out because he is still hurt, but you also know he’s glad Cas is safe too.

“We’re headed in the opposite direction,” you explain. “The vehicle followed us and we’re trying to shake them but they’re keeping up.”

“Pretty soon we’ll run out of traffic, and on the open road we’ll never lose them.” Dean frowns as he hunts in the rearview for your pursuers.

“Maybe you can head into the wilderness, hole up and set traps.” Sam offers. “We can turn around and try to catch up.”

“No!” Dean snaps. “You’re both safe. I want you to stay that way. Get someplace and lay low. We’ll get this done and I’ll call you, ok?”

“Dean…” Cas begins to speak but Dean is having none of it.

“I said No! Okay? For once, just do what I say. We’ve got this.”

You hang up the phone without waiting for a response. You can see how worked up Dean is, his brain running overtime as he tries to figure out a plan while he’s trying to evade Bartholomew’s lackies on a road full of other cars.

The satellite map on your phone shows a complex set of junctions several miles up ahead where this road meets and crosses with two interstates, branching off in multiple places to service a small city surrounded by a cluster of smaller towns. It looks promising and Dean agrees.

The junction of the roads has raised on and off ramps that weave in and around the support structures of the main interstate, with frontage roads servicing the branches at intervals. Traffic is heavy and Dean follows a newer model black Cady onto the interstate by one of the on-ramps, only to cut across the lanes harshly and slip onto a skewed off-ramp, hoping the Escalade will follow the newer Cady. Slowing down at the end of the off-ramp, he turns to take the frontage road in the opposite direction, heading slowly up the on-ramp for the interstate carriage way going back in the direction from which you had come, so as not to rejoin too soon and be spotted on the other side.

You check all around as soon as you crest the on-ramp back onto the road, praying you don’t see the black government-style vehicle. Dean doesn’t wait to find out, he puts his foot down and puts a few eighteen wheelers between you and whatever is behind you.

“I think we’re clear,” you say after about fifteen minutes of hypervigilance.

“Don’t jinx it, sweetheart.” Dean keeps his eyes on the road, the wheel clasped in two white-knuckled fists.

Switching from the interstate to a smaller road and then to another road but still taking you away from where Sam and Cas had headed, Dean starts to relax. He chances a look at you, to find you looking right back. The tension in his neck and jaw haven’t melted away yet but he doesn’t have that hard look of focused fury that he usually does when in fight or flight mode. He doesn’t say anything and neither do you, but the glances between you become more frequent as though you’re both checking on each other to make sure the other is okay, needing to visually check each time.

A sign by the side of the road identifies the beautiful landscape to your left as Black Water Natural Forest, and with the sun beginning to set behind the mountains in the distance, it seems a good place to wait out the sunset. You point to the sign and Deans nods. He doesn’t argue, knowing you need a place to park-up off road away from prying eyes to get your bearings and make a plan to meet up with your friends.

As the road gets narrower and the trees get more dense, Dean slows the car, casting furtive glances at you. It’s making your skin burn, the way he looks at you now, with that hunger in his eyes. You feel it too. Weeks of tension built between you, and todays threat to your lives now culminating in a deep need for some kind of release. You lick your lips, breathing shallow and quick as you try to regain your composure, but Dean isn’t doing much better. You look at him fully and he all but moans when he sees the look in your eye.

A turn off presents itself that leads to a small muddy lot where hikers can park their cars when they venture out into the forest. Dean brings Baby to a stop so hard your seatbelt catches you, then he yanks it into park and fumbles for the seal lever. You unclip your belt as the front seat slides back fully and he reaches for you, helping you straddle his lap.

You waste no time, kissing him fervently as you unbutton your shirt while he tries to push it from your shoulders before it’s open. Breaths are gasps released between kisses, tongues touching, tasting and tempting more passion, and you succumb to the frenzy of heat that’s born of your need to feel something other than fear. Your need to feel him.

You’re both a mess of fumbling hands and sloppy kisses as clothes are shucked and skin exposed. You try to stand, your legs either side of his as you unbutton your jeans and he unclasps his belt.

The loud sound of the Impala’s horn echoes out amongst the trees, startling birds so they take wing and both of you into stillness and silence.

Dean looks at you with panic but then grins and laughs, reaching to tug your jeans down your legs until they’re bunched up around your boots.

It’s awkward but you can still straddle him like this and, as you kneel back onto the black leather seat, he lifts his hips to grind himself impatiently against you. The desperation in your eyes is matched by the eagerness in his. He is rapt, eyes absorbing the sights and sounds of your body and of your pleasure as you grind yourself against him. Your slicked pussy drenching his cock as you slide yourself along his length but deny him entry just when his tip catches at your entrance.

Dean fondles your breasts, trailing open-mouthed kisses across your skin until he reaches your hardening peaks. His kisses become more suckling then, nibbling them and flicking them firmly with his tongue until you’re almost shaking above him.

“You ready for me?” You ask, breathless.

“Sweetheart,” he treats you to his classic sultry smirk, “I’ve been ready for you since you moved in.”

You grin, knowing he’s been jonesing for you for that long. Truth be told, you’d wanted him for longer but the hate you made yourself feel for him was an adequate distraction from it.

Biting your lip, you reach between you, taking his wet shaft in hand and positioning it at your entrance. Your eyes meet as you begin to skink down on him, inching down in a shallow rocking motion with Dean stroking your hips and waist as you work at it. He resists the urge to thrust up into you at first, allowing you to get accustomed to him.

When you bottom him out, he presses down on your hips firmly, lifting his just enough to give you a deep pleasurable pressure that has you groaning and your eyes rolling back.

You are tight despite being very wet, and the way you squeeze him has him twitching heavily against your walls.

“Fuck…” he groans as you begin to move, leaning back slightly so he hits all the right spots inside you.

“I’m not going to last long,” you laugh breathily.

“No problem,” Dean says, his hands gripping your hips hard, helping you ride him a little faster now. “We’ll get you for two.”

He doesn’t even have to reach down to stroke your clit, you come all by yourself, grinding on him with a sexy roll of your hips he knows should be good for you, your clit rubbing against his soft hair. He can feel you spasming and clenching around him and it feels like heaven, even better than warm cherry pie hitting his taste buds.

“You feel freaking amazing.” He growls, pulling you forward to suckle on the delicate skin of your neck.

“Right back at’cha,” you sigh against pleasure.

He rolls you to the side, and lays you on your back on the seat, still buried in you to the hilt. Looking down at your heated face, your skin glowing from your orgasm, Dean thinks you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, with a possible exception of Baby. Okay, you’re the most beautiful living thing he’s ever seen.

Looking up at Dean, his brow creased in concentration, his eyes dark with lust, you don’t think you have ever been turned on by anyone as much as this man. Damn, he’s hot! Riding the adrenaline of the chase, you had been desperate for an outlet. Now that is out of your mind, you lose yourself in the man between your thighs, you’re focused solely on the feeling of him buried deep, and the rising tide of pleasure. The windows steam up as you grind and roll your bodies together, and you think you might combust from the heat of him.

When he meets and holds your gaze, your heart almost stops. There you see more than just lust, more than just the passion between you. It’s deep and hidden, secret almost, and it surfaces as affection that softens his eyes. You reach up to stroke his face as his grinding hips keep their measured pace and he leans into your touch, kissing the palm of your hand, closing his eyes with a tender sigh.

His vulnerability in that moment lances electricity to your core and you spasm powerfully around him. His eyes flash open and he sees you’re close again but he doesn’t grin cockily like he might have done earlier, instead he leans down to kiss you, leaning his forehead on yours as you grip the back of his neck and look into his gorgeous eyes. With your other hand on his hip, sliding round to his ass you guide the speed and depth of his thrusts and you roll your hips to meet his.

As you guide him to slow down he thinks he’ll lose the pleasure he’s cultivated so far but he can now feel more of you and it’s more intense because it’s slow and prolonged. He almost laughs at how it changes everything and he gasps with surprise when he starts to feel his orgasm coming. He knows he needs to pull out but you hold him on place with your hands and your heels.

“Give me everything,” you moan as you feel him swell. “I need to feel you, nice and deep.”

Dean groans with pleasure watching your eyes sparkle with heat for him.

“I want it,” you almost beg. “Want you.”

He nods, biting his lip as bends to your desire.

Spurred on by your permission, Dean thrusts deeper until he bottoms out, moaning your name as he comes deep inside you. Your walls contract as he fills you, your climax a deep rolling pleasure that courses your whole body. Everything feels so right, he feels right. The way you two fit, the way he makes you feel. It’s like a low-key destiny you’re more than willing to succumb to.

Dean doesn’t just pull out and get off you once you’re both done, he flips you so your lay on his chest. There he holds you and strokes you back and hips, your hair and your face until you lift your head to look at him. Then he smirks cockily and you swat his chest.

“You don’t have to look so smug about it,” you chastise him.

“Hey, I keep my promises,” he says with that trademark smirk playing on his plush lips. “Would’a give you more but we’re kinda on the run here, sweetheart.”

“You can owe me, how ‘bout that?” You push yourself up and try to find your clothes.

He grins at the confirmation that this isn’t just a one-time deal. “Hell yeah! Sign me up.”

You clean up with wipes from your travel bag as Dean calls Sam. You watch the relieved interaction from the front fender of Baby while Dean paces in the dirt a few meters away. You apply some flavoured lip balm to your kiss bruised lips as he works out the logistics of meeting up and what to do about Bartholomew.

After the call, Dean beelines straight for you, sliding his hands around your waist and burying his face in your neck, kissing playfully.

“I take it we’ve got a few hours at least until we can meet Sam and Cas.” You thread your fingers through his messy hair, trailing your fingernails over his scalp which he seems to really like.

“Several.” He says against your delicate skin.

“Whatever are we gonna do to pass the time?” You smile as you picture the pair of you fucking all over his car.

“I can think of a few things,” he surfaces with a hungry look, leaning back in to kiss you.

Your soft lips claim his once more as you melt into his arms, the kiss heated and full of need. Dean kisses you with such force it steals your breath and makes your knees weak, and when he pulls back he looks at you thoughtfully. Licking his lips and tasting you on them, he grins.

“Cherry,” his eyes go to your lips again, “I like it.”

Dean’s talented tongue makes you forget any quip you might have said, as he lifts you onto Baby’s hood and keeps his promise.

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starstiels · 6 months

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have i talked about trans dean yet? idc idc im doing it again if i did already.

the moment dean said "my boobs" in response to "is there anything about you that's real?" i knew he was trans. his voice? trans as hell. and the "daddy's little girl" from alastair ?? also he's just SO eldest daughter coded. no one's doing it like him. also i know the 3 layers of clothing is just a Winchester Thing but there's no reason for his jackets to be SO BIG but they are

#anyways yeah #trans dean winchester #this is coming from a trans guy who also the eldest #so like. you get what i mean when i say he's eldest daughter coded #spn #supernatural #dean winchester

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stellernorth · 5 months

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[dashboard simulator of a world without the ghostfacers effect where the true supernatural show is perceived]

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spot the difference stick figure violence and samruby moments

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if i was the mall cop who got kid sam in trouble for stealing nail polish i would have instead helped him steal more nail polish. also i wouldn’t be a cop

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hey i’m finally watched lazarus rising and i cannot see anything when “castiel” enters its just fully white and the static noise is kind of painful tbh lol. is this a my computer problem or what

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you all aren’t taking like medical advice from supernatural right??? the medical advice that has resulted in canonically [checks notes] one (1) instance of blindness due to ingesting rubbing alcohol, two (2) toe amputations and one (1) case of SEPSIS?!

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no we aren’t doing that

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Sounds like someone hasn't heard about the kitchen accident diy stitches girl from LiveJournal. So weird that the fandom today doesn't know about her, back in the day it was everywhere.

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huh???

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Heritage Post.

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day 1 of asking john winchester to put his cigs out on me

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could you stop

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oh here come the buzzkills. i bet you thought it was hot when bela did it to dean. but i’m not allowed to express my interests i guess.

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Um Guys i had this guy i’m seeing over and we were taking. about watching a movie. and. im the most embarrassed i’ve ever been i can barely type this. and i opened my computer and clicked to the netflix tab. and it was paused mid crypt scene blowjob kill meeeee 😭😭😭

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why would you ever stop halfway through. that's like looking at half of starry night then closing your eyes and leaving the museum

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Uquiz - Which Supernatural scars are you?

I GOT RUBY’S ARM SCARS WAAAH

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depeche mode master and servant spn bdsm and fight scene compilation amv we're really in it now

#using lyrics as censor bars is the innovation of the century

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for everyone who said dean slamming his hand in the impala door when he was drunk wouldn't do that to his fingernails i did a similar thing (accidentally, before the show aired) #deancoded loll and it looked basically the same. here are pics of my and his hands afterwards side by side for reference

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Another reason samruby is queercoded is how her spitting blood into his mouth parallels the champagne scene in my beautiful laundrette

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2.16 "this disease pumping through my veins and i can't rip it out or scrub it clean--i've tried; i'm a whole new level of freak" and 8.21 "you used to read to me when i was little i mean really little" etc we all remember sir galahad speech. sooooo how young do you think sam was when he first tried

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just remembered how dean tried his best to ask cas to take a female vessel so they could fuck heterosexually in ftbyam and i nearly passed out in the post office . castielllllll he was saying he wanted to fuck youuu

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comparing the endverse sam arc to the classic structure of a shakespearean tragedy

part 1: aloneness and exposition

keep reading

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the way people #coquette #lanadelrey #femaleangst -ify claire's s12 shoplifting eating disorder getting into fights self medicating situation is so so weird and fucked up. we saw stanford era dean do literally exactly all the same shit but with him it's ohhh classic beautiful americana what a tragic figure i understand his emotions have depth and complexity THEY DID ALL THE SAME STUFF maybe think about why you see the situations differently

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why did i have to see dean naked that many times. just wondering again

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ok spn 5x20. so sam's kissing the demon possessing brady out of nostalgia and grief for his dead boyfriend, the demon's kissing back because he knows it will make sam more likely to listen to him, imagine if dean had walked in in that moment

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or crowley

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hey everyone. wjsh i could have seen dean naked more times.

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#implied self harm #unreality #post i made #spn #ask to tag

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maddiehu7 · 3 months

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Heat of the moment | Dean Winchester |

Chapter 9

"Tyler and Perry just like Aerosmith" mark says sitting on the chair infront of us petting a snake that was wrapped around him, did I mention I'm terrified of snakes

"Yeah, small world so the last time you saw frank o'Brien?" Sam asks wanting to get to the point, I look around completely freaked out with all the freaky animals

"Monday, he was watching me from his window I waved at him but he just closed his curtains" mark says shrugging

"Mm, did you speak to him recently did he seem different scared?" Dean asks

"Oh totally he was freaking out" mark says still petting the snake I start bouncing my knee up and down so stressed out when Dean puts his hand on my knee stopping me he looks at me confused I just look away

"Do you know uh— do you know what scared him?" I stutter out trying to calm down

"Well, yeah, witches" mark says nonchalantly

"Witches....like?" Sam says him and Dean looking at eachother doing that speaking through there eyes thing

"Well "wizards of oz" was on the tv the other night right? And he said that green witch was totally out to get him" Sam and Dean just look at eachother again confused

"Anything else scare him?" Sam asks

"Everything else scared him Al-qaeda, ferrets, artificial sweeteners -" he says but I stop listening hearing hissing from this giant lizard and start thinking what if it got out, what if it ate me, what if it ate Dean or Sam I bite my lip hard frightened thinking of all the possibilities Dean keeps looking over at me questionably sensing I'm not myself but I just ignore him and keep looking around

"She smells fear" at that i look back over at Mike who smells fear I think scared when I hear a hissing behind me and jump up off the couch looking behind me seeing a giant snake I run out of the room out to the car getting in taking a deep breath

"Fuck what's wrong with me" I sigh out trying to calm my racing heart, I jump when I hear Sam and Dean get in they both turn around looking at me incredulously

"Em what the hell was that?" Dean asks

"Sorry....im just really afraid of shakes" I mutter out ashamed I made a scene

"Yeah I got that" Sam laughs turning back around but Dean just keeps looking at me curiously but eventually he turns around starting the car heading to the county clerks office

~~~time skip~~~

"It says here franks wife Jessie was a manic-depressive she went off her meds back in '88 and vanished they found her two weeks later three towns over strung up in her motel room- suicide" Dean says handing Sam some papers I look over Sam shoulder examining them

"Any chance frank helped her along to the other side" I say looking over at Dean

"No. Frank was working the swing shift when she disappeared" Dean says looking back at me I get caught in his eyes for a moment and he starts to smile realizing it I look away blushing lightly

"Airtight alibi" Sam says ignoring us use to our relationship at this point, Dean starts the car driving off

"How was franks pad" Dean asks Sam

"Clean searched it too to bottom no emf, no hex bags, no sulfur" Sam says

"So probably no ghosts, no witches, no demons 3 down and 97 to go" I say siting back in my seat sighing

"Yeah" Sam sighs to, when the emf machine starts to go crazy Sam and Dean look confused as Sam pulls it out of his pocket

"What the hell" Dean says bewildered looking at the machine Sam points it towards me and it starts beeping when he pulls it away it stops

"Am I haunted?!" I say looking at them scared Sam looks at me with a face of realization deans a little slower but he soon realizes to slamming his hand against the wheel

"Shit" he sighs out

~~~the next day~~~

I'm in the car with Dean Sam going to call Bobby and get food, I'm flipping through the radio when I hear "one of the girls" by the weekend and smile blasting the volume I start singing along moving my hips to the beat I look over at Dean and he's looking at my hips open mouthed my smile turns into a smirk I lower the volume a little

"You got something right here Dean" I point towards my mouth laughing

"Huh what.. oh shut up" Dean stutters looking away embarrassed he was caught I just smile when I feel a burn at my arm I itch it when I feel my skin already irritated I look down to see three deep burn scratches on my arm

"What the hell?!" I say Dean looks over when he sees them he grabs arm concerned, we hear a bang on the car and look to see Sam out the window we both get out of the car

"Dude look at this" Dean holds my arm out for Sam to see he looks at it also concerned I start to get nervous pulling my arm back going to scratch it when Dean slaps my hand away

"No" Dean points his finger at me I pout

"I just talked to Bobby" Sam interrupts

"And?" Dean says frustrated

"Um well your not gonna like it" Sam says looking at me

"What?" I question nervously

"It's ghost sickness" Sam says looking at me and Dean

"Ghost sickness" Dean says gritting his teeth

"Yeah" Sam replies looking upset

"God no" Dean says leaning back on baby

"I don't even know what that is" I say confused

"Ok so some cultures believe that certain spirits can infect the living with a disease which is why they stopped displaying bodies in houses and started taking them off to funeral homes" Sam trails on

"Ok get to the good stuff" I say impatiently Dean also looks curious

"Symptoms are you get anxious and scared then really scared then your heart gives out, sound familiar?" Sam questions

"Yeah but Sam we haven't seen a ghost in weeks" Dean says I can tell he's scared for me

"Well I doubt she caught it from a ghost, look once a spirit infects that first person ghost sickness can spread like any sickness through a cough, a handshake, whatever it's like the flu, now frank o'Bren was the first to die which means he was probably the first infected, patient zero" Sam finishes Dean runs his hands through his hair

"Our very own outbreak monkey" I say with fake enthusiasm

"Right get this frank was in maumee over the weekend softball tournament which is where he must've infected the other two victims" Sam says putting the pieces together

"Were they gamecocks?" Dean asks

"Cornjerkers"

"So ghost infected frank, he passed it onto the other guys and I got it from his corpse?" I say my heart beating fast out of what I now know is this ghost sickness

"So now what I have 48 hours before I go insane and my heart stops" I say to Sam

"More like 24" he looks at me awkwardly

"Super" I say sarcastically

"Yeah" Sam says looking at Dean who looks extremely pissed

"Why you and not me" he says angrily

"Yeah see Bobby and I have a theory about that to turns out all three victims shared a certain personality type frank was a bully, the other two victims- one was a vice principal the other was a bouncer" Sam says looking at Dean doing the talking through eyes thing again

"Ok?" I say confused

"Basically they were all...temperamental, sarcastic you know" Sam says looking down shyly

"So you're saying I'm an asshole?" I say a little angrily

"Hey if anyone's a asshole it's me so that doesn't explain anything" Dean looks at me reassuringly I smile rolling my eyes

"No no it's not just that all three victims used fear as a weapon and now this disease is returning the favor" Sam makes sure to clarify

"I don't scare people" I say confused

"I was just a little scared" Sam says quietly to which I roll my eyes

"Listen all we do is scare people" Dean says putting his hand on my arm squeezing it

"Ok well then you guys are assholes to" I say defensively but relaxing a little under deans touch

"Apparently we're not" Sam says smirking a little

"Whatever! How do we stop it" I say annoyed at his smug smile

"We gank the ghost that started all this we do that the disease should clear up" Sam says

"You thinking franks wife?" Dean says eager to get me cured

"Who knows why she killed herself, you know" Sam shrugs Dean inhales sharply know seeming more nervous and scared then me I reach out and grab his hand squeezing it trying to calm him like he did me he looks down at out intertwined hands smiling a little

"Hey what are you guys doing waiting out here anyway?" Sam questions Dean looks at me expectantly

"We'll...our rooms on the fourth floor....its - it's high" I say ashamed Sam just laughs rolling his eyes which makes me flip him off smiling sarcastically Dean smiling watching us

"I'll see if I can move us down to the first floor" Dean says bringing my hand up to his lips kissing it before letting go heading inside the motel lobby I smile looking down at my hand

( to be continued ) hope you enjoyed!

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asmutwriter · 23 days

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You Saved Me (Part 12)

DESCRIPTION: (Season 10) After a close run in with death, you decide to start anew. Ending up bumping into the last person you wanted to see

A/N - A shorter part but I was strongly inspired by the small confession he made to the priest in S10E16 (quoted at the end). Plus I needed a semi filler part that could link the next parts together and help develop the story line. And yes this is the third time I've tried writing part 12. I'm hoping this one will stick and I wont change my mind in the upcoming months

WORD COUNT: 2033

From Beginning / Previous / Next / Master List

WARNINGS: brief mentions of fire/arson, brief mentions of death, talk of injury, injury detail, guns, swearing, threat, fighting, mark of cain Dean, knives, jealous Dean, this whole part is mainly just angst

DISCLAIMERS

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

"You could just get off of work early"

"I told you I can't" you say to your friend. She watches as you clean the table she's sat at.

"Just say that you need to pick the kids up, then we can go home and drink ourselves to death"

"Im already going out with you on Friday night"

"Yes. You managed to get your new fancy fella to babysit for you" she wiggles her brows at you. "You sure you don't want me to look after the kids and you and him book a hotel somewhere?"

"No I do not" you say, a smile on your face. "He's coming over tonight anyway. Getting me and the girls fish and chips on his way back from work"

"Oh how romantic of him"

"Shut up" she smiles. Picking up her coffee with both hands. Sipping it. You hear a customer ask for the small in shop TV to be turned up. Drawing you, and the other customers attention to it.

''-known about what started the fire which resulted in the death of 5 people. 3 more injured. Police and firefighters worked hard to rescue as many as they could. Information still to come as we find out more. Now, the weather-"

"Jesus" you say. Taking the cloth you were holding. Folding it a few times.

"Those poor people". You take in a breath. Spraying some product onto your cloth before going to a new table. Wiping down the surface.

You spend the next few hours cleaning tables, washing up cups and plates, so on and so forth. Before it is time for you to leave your shift to go pick up the girls from school. The three of you listening and singing to the 'Tangled' soundtrack as you drive home. You get through the front door.

"Mike will be round within the next few hours. He's bringing chips and - because its a Friday - we can watch a film whilst we eat"

"Yay!" they both excalim. Dumping their bags down in the living room.

"But first I want you both to have a shower and do your homework, do you understand?"

"Yes mum" they both say, a dragging annoyance in their voice as they head to their bedrooms. You pick up their bags. Placing them on the pegs by the back door. Going over you start doing the dishwasher. Unloading it. Only a few minutes go past before you hear a knock at the door. You hear Lydia call out "I'll get it!"

You hear the door open. The voice of your child being heard. Met with hushed toned voices. You put the mug you were holding away, shutting the cupboard as you hear the front door shut.

You press the home button on your phone. Seeing the time. You frown slightly. Mike hadn't messaged you saying he was on his way. You pick up a tea towel. Drying your slightly dampened hands onto it as you start walking to the corridor. Placing the cloth on the side as you call out your daughters name.

"Lydia?" you get to the entrance of the corridor as someone walks past. You get made jump, not expecting someone so suddenly. Then a different kind of fear hits you. Dean Winchester turns to face you. You meet his eyes, a few seconds go by as you both analyze the situation.

He reacts first, his hand going to the back of his jeans as he goes to grab his gun. "Fuck" you mutter. Almost instinctly you kick him in the crotch.

"Crap" he gasps out, bending down slightly. Hands going to his groin as you lean over him, grabbing the gun from his jeans. You point it at him.

"Dean?" you hear Sams voice. He comes round the corner, seeing the situation. He goes to grab his gun out but you go closer to Dean, gun still aimed at him as he lifts his head up. Eyes on yours as you dart between the two men.

"I will shoot him" not to sure which one you're threatening at this point. Sam removes his hands from near his weapon. Placing them up in defeat. His eyes darting to the weapon, aimed right at his brother. Dean also putting his hands up in a slight surrender. Eyes watching you as the gun remains only a few inches from his face. "What did you do to my girls?"

"They're safe. In their bedroom" Sam says. Eyes still darting between you, his brother and the gun. He outstretches his hand slightly. Palm facing upwards as he half points to your gun. "Why don't we just all calm down?". You point the gun at the younger brother.

"You come into my home, both armed. Threatening to kill me and you tell me to calm down"

"Bad use of words on my part" he half smiles "why don't you just put the gun down and we can chat?". Dean moves towards you, grabbing at your hand. You bring your elbow up, hitting him in the face with it. He grunts, grabbing his nose as you re-aim the gun at him.

"Your brother is a demon" the younger brother nods slightly. Looking between the two of you

"Dean isn't a demon" he says quickly before you hurt him anymore. "He was a demon but he's not one anymore". Dean goes forward. Using your distraction by his brother to catch you of guard. He grabs your wrist. Twisting the gun out of your hand as he takes it. Aiming it at you as his deadpan face changes to a more cocky one. You put your hands up in defense. An annoyed huff leaving your lips.

"What do you want?"

"We're here about the fire that happened near here" Sam says.

"The one thats been in the news?" he nods. "So what led you to come to my house?"

"We believe that the fire was started by a witch" the older says "the fact that you are here, alive and breathing, makes me think the witch is you" he goes closer to you. Gun still aimed.

"Why would I be the witch? After years of hunting and killing monsters, why would I decide to become one"

"How else would you explain the fact that you're alive?" you stay silent. Eyes watching his. Your hand grabs the tea towel still on the side. Throwing it at Deans face. He reaches up. Grabbing it. You turn quickly. Grabbing the knife from the dishwasher behind you. Going close to him as you push the knife into his throat. He freezes. Bringing his hands up slowly, showing you his weapon near his head. Finger off the trigger. Sam draws his gun in the same instance. Aiming at you as you meet Deans green eyes.

"Sam. There is a letter on the side behind the knife rack. I want you to read it out allowed". He hesitates. Keeping the gun on you as he reaches to the paper. Struggling to open it with one hand. He reads it. Clenching his jaw as he looks up at you and his brother. Eyes going back to the paper as he begins to read it aloud.

"Miss Rose Marsh. Found unconscious in a hotel room with knife wounds and bruising around her neck. Three knife injuries in total. One to her thigh, two to her stomach. Unsure of what weapon was used to cause these injuries. No leads on who the attacker is". He stops talking. Trailing off as both the Winchester brothers take in what has been said. You confirm to them what they are thinking, moving away from the older but still holding the knife in an intimidating manner.

"My medical bill and police report. Confirming my injuries and recovery from the attack I survived. The one from a few months back. Now, if I was a monster who had taken the identity of a dead woman then I wouldn't have that letter. As I'd be dead"

"How are you alive then?" the younger questions. "The weapon that was used. You should be dead"

"Demons don't tend to check for a pulse once they attack their victims. Who's to say that I didn't pass out from my injuries. That my attacker assumed I had died. Not bothering to check for a pulse because-" you shrug slightly "why would they?"

They stay silent. Looking at each other. Both of them placing their weapons in the back of their jeans. Just as you hear the front door open.

"Oh honey! I bought us chips!" you hear a voice exclaim. Walking into the kitchen, his cheery smile dulling from his eyes as he sees you and the other two. "Who are these guys?"

"Who are you?" Dean says. His stare one of confusion and disgust as he looks at the well kempt and polite mannered man.

"I'm Mike" he says. Smiling still as he looks at the two men. "Rose's boyfriend". He motions to you. The older brother eyes the man up. Sam smiles slightly. Looking downward. "Who are these guys?"

"Detectives. I'm sorry what did you say your names where?" you look at Sam.

"Detective Mercury and Detective Dickinson" he goes into his jacket pocket. Taking out an FBI badge. Dean still giving him the death glare. "We are here about the fire that happened last night" he goes over to the counter top. Placing the two bags of food down.

"They were talking about it on the radio on my way over here. Poor souls" he looks at them again. "Why would the FBI be interested in a fire? Wasn't it just some terrible accident?"

"We think it might be arson". He brings an arm up and around your waist. Holding you close as concern fills his voice.

"Are we safe?"

"Yes. We're just going around the neighborhood to check up on people. See if anyone saw anything suspicious" he nods.

"Well, we were at home all night. So were the girls. We didn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary". The younger nods. Smiling at you both as he takes out a business card. Handing it to Mike.

"If you do remember anything then please ring us" he smiles back at him, taking the card. "Thank you for your time. We'll leave you to enjoy your food" he looks at Dean. Who has not dropped his stern gaze from the man since he entered the room. "Detective?" he turns to face his brother. Who half smiles at him "We've over stayed our welcome by far to long. Lets go". They walk out the room. Leaving you and your boyfriend with the girls for the night.

"I can't believe she as a boyfriend" Dean says to his brother as they get in Baby.

"She is a grown up. She is allowed to date people"

"But he's so... clean" he laughs at his brother.

"Are you jealous of Mike?" he looks at him. A look of displeasure on his face.

"No" he looks back forward. The younger still watching him, half smile on his face. "Maybe. So what if I am"

"I get it"

"No you dont"

"Yeah I do. Rose is exactly your type"

"Shut up" he starts the car. "Even if she was - which she isn't - I'm still not jealous of Mike" The way he said his name was comical. Almost like he was trying to say a made up word. "I have nothing to be jealous of. He's to prim and proper for me to be jealous of him. Why would I want to be some posh twat?". Sam stays quiet. An amused look on his face as his brother keeps talking. "I just don't understand what she sees in him. He's nothing like what she deserves. She deserves the world. He can't give that to her. He'd be to worried that he'd mess up his perfect hair or his perfect suit"

"Yeah you're right. You're definitely not jealous of him".

"I said shut up" Sam lets out a chuckle. "What other leads do we have on this arson case then?". Sam chats. Going through their evidence as Deans thoughts wonder.

10E16 TIME STAMP 22:37

'What if I said I didnt want to die... yet? That I wasnt ready'

'Are you expecting to?'

'Always. The life I live. The work I do... I pretty much figured that was all there was to me, you know? Tear around and jam the key in the ignition and haul ass until I ran out of gas. I guess I just thought that sooner or later I'd go out the same way I live - pedal to the metal and that would be it'

'But now?'

'Now um... recent... events... make me think I might be closer to that than I really thought. And... I dont know. I mean - theres things. People. Feelings that I want to experience differently than I have before, or maybe even for the first time'

'Go a little deeper, perhaps, than with Gina'

'Yeah... yeah. I'm just starting to think that maybe there's more to it all then I thought'

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piercethefic · 2 months

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My sammy Winchester fanfic from wattpad : Bobbys girl pt1 🌹

You're Bobby's daughter and Sam's lifelong crush. <3 (feeling is mutul)

Smutty and kinky! Tw wounds

Cocky - rough sam warning

You woke up to your dad and Dean freaking out about sam being gone , you, being confused , Said "sam!? Where is sam?" They both looked at you in a suspicious way. You wondered what the hell happened. Your dad said "don't worry pumpkin were gon' find sammy boy!"

2 days later

After looking and hunting and not sleeping, you find a clue , an abandoned house with suspicious activity reported. Sure enough, you guys go in ready for a fight and see Sammy tied to a Chair and helpless. "Sammy!" You hug him and cry as you missed him so much and worried , Dean hugging him and Bobby too. You get him out of the chair and run as fast as possible away from the scene.

Sam says it was a guy angry at Dean for killing his father , Dean just got done being a demon so he feels nothing but horrible about the situation sam was in.

Back home -

Sam and you get back home after the confusing and worrying situation, you stared at each other the whole car ride. You just thought about how hot he looked with a dirty shirt and sweat dripping off of his body. The tension between you and sam runs High , You've had a love for him all your life and you didn't really know if he felt the same. You had kissed once at a dance in middle school but never anything serious. Does he love you back?

When you go to help him clean his wounds , you can't help but feel sexual tension while touching his toned abs and hearing him grunt in pain. You just want to kiss him. You get ballsy and decide to sit on his lap to clean his face wounds , you sit down gently and he looks at you like he saw an angel. You feel confident and start grinding on his lap, he starts hard through his pants , He says " yo- ou sure you wann..a do this sweetheart? I know youre a virgin and im ganna stretch you all the way ;)"

"Please sam please"

"Be quiet baby shh"

He pulls your pants down and gets on top of you , he strips you both down to nothing and starts touching you and kissing you passionately. You feel yourself get wetter and wetter by the second. How is he so good with his fingers? You cum on his hands which only feeds into his cockyness towards his sex drive. He says "no condom?"

"I'm on bc"

"I'm ganna destroy you baby."

"He slides in fast and rough and you almost scream , he puts his hand on your mouth and fucks you hard. You can't take it anymore, you cum on his cock and he does not far after , creampies you and cleans you off. "Good girl"

"That was good"

"Yes it was sammy :)"

"I love you sweetheart"

"I love you too"

#supernatural fic #sam winchester smut #bobby singer #supernatural fandom #smut #sam winchester #supernatural #Spotify

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asongfortheunloved · 3 months

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nine people i'd like to get to know better <3

tagged by @spntrunk and @waywardcheshire (Ok, it took me a while but finally here it is! Sorry, Im just a professional procrastinator)

Last Song: Lush Life - Zara Larsson

Favorite Color: Black and Pink. Dark barbie is a lifestyle i refined since my teens

Last Movie/TV Show: TV Show: Supernatural (Currently watching the 13th season for the first time, ep. 12 (I left this wagon in the 10th season and got back on it last year (Please help me, this is a sos)). And Movie: Batman Dark Knigh Rises (you merely adopted the dark; I was born in it, moulded by it)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Sweet all the way!

Relationship Status: Married to Dean Winchester who is also married to his brother ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Last Thing I Googled: rn: shrug emoji xD and pisces is a mutable sing? lol im a astrology girlie 🔮

Current Obsession: Supernatural, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki and Romantasy books with dragons.

Last Book: Four Wings By Rebecca Yarros, currently reading Murtagh by Christopher Paolini (see? i really love dragons!)

Looking Forward To: Finish reading Murtagh and start reading iron wings. And honestly i dont want to finish Supernatural, this series has accompanied me throughout my adolescence and early adulthood and Im not yet ready to take this step. Sam and Dean are my comfort zone 🥹

If I tagged you in this, please don't feel pressured to play this if you dont wanna 🫶But if you like it, it would be great to read your answers! Also, if you want to do this little thing and i didnt tag you, feel free to do it and tag me if you want me to read it!

@ihatedean @fandom-hoarder @catnipster69 @sambrosiac @tragicouterspace @winchesterride @supernaturalkickparty @bloodfreak-boyking @crzy-girls

#not spn

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nix-rose · 4 months

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I almost danced with joy when i saw this, its so cute!! thanks for the tag @once-upon-an-imagine!!!

To celebrate 2023 coming to an end, create a moodboard inspired by your favourite memories of the year and answer any (or all) of the questions below

1. Top 3 songs of 2023 2. Top 3 artists of 2023 3. Top 3 albums of 2023 4. Top 3 movies of 2023 5. Top 3 tv shows of 2023 6. Top 3 books of 2023 7. Top 3 youtubers of 2023 8. Top 3 podcasts of 2023 9. Top 3 videogames of 2023 10. Top 3 celebrity crushes of 2023 11. Top 3 fictional crushes of 2023 12. Top 3 places you visited in 2023 13. Top 3 new things you tried in 2023 14. Top 3 things you were grateful for in 2023 15. Top 3 things you are looking forward to in 2024

top 3 songs would be: Sex on Fire - kings of leon, ...ready for it? - Taylor Swift, and I think he knows - also Taylor Swift

top 3 artists were: Taylor Swift, Simon Franglen(the avatar 2 soundtrack gets my writing brain turned on-) and Hozier

top 3 albums might be: Speak Now, Reputation, and Unreal Earth

top 3 movies are: Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3, Barbie, and Spider-man Across the Spiderverse

top 3 tv shows would be: Supernatural, Gilmore Girls, and Stranger Things

top 3 books (this is gonna be hard cuz i didnt read much other than fanfics so heres my fav fics) : Prove me Wrong (Billy Hargrove x oc) by @hogwartsandhawkins, Twenty four hours (Eddie Munson x reader) by @ghost-proofbaby and last and definitely not least, She Drives Me Crazy (Steve Harrington x reader) by @upsidedownwithsteve

top youtubers: Brett Cooper, Jordan Howlett and Kall-me-Kris

top podcasts is only one and its called Typology (It's about the enneagram types.)

top video games: (My little cousins got me hooked on this one) Mech Arena and Unravel

top 3 celeb crushes: Jensen Ackles, Ryan Reynolds, Timothy Chalmette.

top 3 fictional crushes: Peter Quill, Dean Winchester, and Billy Hargrove

top 3 places i visited: Sandpoint - Idaho, Central California, Key West - Florida

top 3 new things i tried: Performed my first paid gig, went to a haunted house, dyed my hair purple

top 3 things im grateful for in 2023: My family and friends, my music, my seemingly endless void of opportunities.

top 3 things im looking forward to in 2024 are: Playing music in Nashville, vacationing with my childhood friend for a week, Reputation TV(hopefully)

no pressure tags: @steph-speaks @hogwartsandhawkins @ghost-proofbaby @avgvstlover @theemporium @coffeeandbatboys @xxskycrystalxx @teenwolfmarvel-obsessor and anyone else who would like to join!!

#tag game #2023 recap #moodboard #fictional characters for the win #love my boys #spn #spnfandom #gotg fandom #marvel

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lotanxiety · 6 months

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The Girl Who Cried Wolf pt. 3

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You thought you’d never see Dean again after he saved you the first time. He’s back, but why? Also, does the slow burn progress? Read to find out!

Warnings: violence, fighting, bl00d loss, deAth, more soft Dean <3 oh and what am i forgetting?? oh yeah SMUT FINALLY HEHEHE (virgin, very vanilla, sweet, f oral receiving)

A/n: hello friends! i hope you enjoy this one <3 (never written smut before so im a little nervous abt that part) taking requests now as i wrap this series up! i think im going to do one more part to this and that will be all unless you want more😁

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Dean leaned back on his bed in the bunker, headphones on, staring at your drawing that he hung up on his wall. It’s been three weeks since him and his brother saved you. He gave you their number in case you ever needed it, secretly hoping you’d call, but you didn’t. He was almost a little worried, but also knew you probably just didn’t have a reason to call. He thought maybe he read the situation wrong and the feelings he was feeling weren’t reciprocated. He decided to close his eyes and try to rest.

Meanwhile, you sit straight up in a cold sweat. Another nightmare. They haven’t quit since the attack, apart from the one night Dean was with you. You decided to head downstairs and get some coffee, despite it being 4 in the morning. On your way down the stairs, you heard a noise and immediately pulled the gun out of your robe pocket and cocked it. Creeping the rest of the way down, you carefully scanned all the rooms downstairs to make sure you were alone. Once you decided you were safe, you uncocked the gun and put it back in your pocket, and went back to making some coffee.

To say you were on edge is an understatement. You had also been doing a lot of research on hunting and monsters since the boys left.

Once you made your coffee, you sat down at the table, opened your laptop, and started reading…again. This little routine you had developed was consistent at least. You quit your job, and decided you wanted to become a hunter, but the thought of being near danger like that again sent your heart racing so you stuck to research. Right now, you were learning about wendigos. “Okay and fire…got it.” you mumbled out loud.

As you read on, you heard another noise. Once again you drew for your weapon, but not before you were knocked out completely. When you finally came to, you were in your living room tied to a chair. As you blinked, you felt a stinging sensation on your head and ringing in your ears. You looked around the room and saw a shadowy figure standing in the corner of the room, looking out of the window. Your heart felt like it was going to beat straight out of your chest. No, not again, you thought.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” the mysterious woman said. “I know all about you Y/N. I’ve been watching you… for weeks. I studied your routine, not like it was very busy or anything” she snarled.

“W-who are you?” You said trying to muster up the bravest voice you had, but failing miserably.

“Who am I? I’m the girlfriend of the wolf you killed.” the lady said , stepping into the light. Suddenly, you see her features. The claws, the eyes, you were met again with another werewolf. You had studied and prepared for if this moment happened again, never expecting it to actually come to fruition. You froze.

“You’re responsible for the death of the love of my life. Now you’re going to pay.” She said, dragging her claw across your collarbone and circling your chair. She leaned up close and whispered right into your ear, “It’s going to be a long, torturous death. I hope you’re excited because I know I am.” The woman walked off into the kitchen to retrieve tools for torture. You tried to think on your feet to quickly escape the situation. Praying to god this was the chair you had taped a knife to underneath, you felt around. When the cold metal met your fingers, you sighed a breath of relief. You grabbed it and cut the rope that bound your hands behind your back. Right as you did that, the werewolf entered back into the room. “Where do you think you’re going?” She said, launching at you with a knife. Skillfully dodging her advance, you give her an uppercut to the jaw, knocking her back some while also hurting your hand. You had never fought someone before, you never realized how painful it is.

You two go at it, constantly switching who has the upper hand. At last, you grab the silver knife and pin the werewolf to the floor. Right before you stab her, she says, “Even if you kill me, the rest will come for you. They know where I am and what you’ve done.” You had heard enough and plunged the knife right into her heart. You threw yourself off of the body that lay in front of you, and curl into the fetal position in the corner of the room. You scramble to get the phone from your pocket, and your hands shake at you hit the name of the one person you had been wanting to talk to for weeks.

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Reaching over, Dean answers the call without looking, straight from his slumber. “Hello” Dean says with his raspy, early morning voice.

“Dean?” The voice on the other end was so soft and shaken, it caused Dean to sit up and look at the caller ID.

“Y/N, are you okay??” Dean asked fervent with concern.

“I- there.. was… no, I’m not okay” your voice choked through the phone. “A woman werewolf showed up and tried to kill me.”

“What, why?” Dean said getting out of bed, and putting his clothes on.

“The other werewolf you killed… h-he was her lover. She was mad and she tied me up and-“ You sob.

“Are you safe now? What happened?” Dean asked as he laced up his boots.

“I killed her.” You say stone-cold from shock.

“I’m on my way okay, I’ll be there soon. Just- hang on for me alright” Dean says to you.

“Oh and Dean, she said there will be others-“

Right as you said that the door to your home bursts open. From Dean’s end of the line he heard a crash and a scream.

“y/n? Y/N?!” Dean yelled. “SAMMY WE GOTTA GO.”

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Guns drawn, the brothers approached the door to your home. They make their way through the house calling out your name, passing the dead body on the floor as they go. “She’s not here” Sam says. “Well not shit Sherlock. We need to find her, now.” Dean announces, taking a deep breath and running his hands through his hair. Sam got to work researching about the werewolf’s that took you. Dean started to look around the house for any clues as to where they might have taken you. When Dean reached your room, he almost had the breath taken out of his. Across your walls there were pages and pages of research about monsters, but what caught his eye were about the dozen sketches of him. He walked closer to them, examining each one closely. He stopped at a particular one of him in a towel standing in a doorway. He carefully removed it from the pushpin in the wall, folded it up, and put it in his pocket.

Dean made his way downstairs after deciding there was nothing useful in the house. Once he made it to the dining table, Sam let him know that the girlfriend’s family owns an abandoned farm. The brothers jumped into the Impala and headed on their lead, hoping to find you… alive.

“UGH” you grunt as you get punched across the face for the second time.

“You think you can stop us? You little tiny thing? That’s hilarious” the man cackled. “You are going to pay for all the losses you’ve caused us. Our pack lost two of its best members because of you” The man said as he barred his teeth. He takes his claws and scrapes them across your chest, leaving big gashes. You cry out in pain. Just then, the two men you wanted to see more than anything burst into the room and take out the entire pack of werewolves.

Once all the fighting was over, Dean was by your side, but you were in and out of consciousness due to blood loss. “Hey, hey I gotcha. C’mon” Dean says untying you and picking you up bridal style. Quickly he made his way back to the Impala, tossing the keys to his brother. “Hospital, now Sam.” Dean crawled into the back seat with you, still holding you in his arms. “Stay with me now, you’re being so brave. C’mon, Sammy hurry.” He continued to talk to you and stroke your hair until you made it to the hospital.

They rolled you back in the emergency room, leaving Sam and Dean in the waiting room. While they waited for any news on your condition, Dean paced back and forth. “You really care about her, huh?” Sam asked. “Well uh I just want her to be okay, that’s all.” Dean said unconvincingly. “But it’s more than that isn’t it? What happened that night while I was out?” Sam said, pushing his brother to talk more. “Nothing happened” Dean said firmly, not confronting his feelings. “Dean-“ Sam urged. “I don’t know man, there’s just something about her. I can’t stop thinking about her. I thought she didn’t feel the same, but when I went into her room, I saw she had sketched me… like a lot. Look” Dean said reaching into his pocket and pulling out the folded piece of paper, and handing it to his brother. Sam unfolded the paper, revealing the artwork. He chuckled a little, and folded it back up again to give back to his brother. “You know I could’ve told you she felt that way about you too without having to see that” Sam said glancing up at his brother who was still pacing the ER waiting room. “I just want.. I need her to be okay. I haven’t.. felt like this well, ever. I don’t want to lose her before we’ve even had a chance to- I don’t know talk?” Dean was confused by the words coming out of his mouth because he wasn’t lying when he said he hasn’t felt like this before. The kind of emotions he was feeling were all new. Sam just nodded, understandingly.

From behind the double doors, a doctor came with a clipboard, approaching the brothers. “Mr. Winchester?” “Yes.” Dean said, finally standing in one spot in front of the doctor. “Your wife” Both the brothers smirked at the doctor’s misguided assumption “had some major blood loss as well as deep lacerations on her chest. We were able to give her a couple of blood infusions and stitch up her chest. She’s resting now if you would like to see her.” The doctor stated. “Yes we would, thank you, Doc” Dean said, following behind the double doors.

Sam let Dean go in first, alone. Approaching your side, Dean looked upon your sleeping face again. Once again, he noticed how peaceful you looked and dreaded the moment you would wake up to your reality. He pulled up a chair and tentatively grabbed your hand. You didn’t move a muscle so he began talking. “Hey Y/n. I’m really glad you’re okay. You know when I got your call, I was really excited to hear from you, but I never wanted it to be because of this. You don’t deserve this. I promise from here on out I’m going to protect you. I won’t let another thing hurt you. I promise.” He squeezed your hand and you began to wake up. Dean shuffled in his chair hoping you didn’t hear that (but you did).

“Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?” Dean asked still holding onto your hand and rubbing his thumb over the top of it. “Like I went 12 rounds with a werewolf” you joke. You both chuckle a little, but it hurts your chest when you laugh. “I’m glad you’re okay” Dean half-whispers, staring deeply into your eyes. The look he gave you made your heart stop. You thought you liked the idea you had built of him in your brain since you had only met him once before, but now with him in front of you, all of those feelings were there in full force. “Thank you for saving me…again.” You say looking back into his eyes. The moment is heavy, no one says a word but your eyes are saying many things. Then, Sam walked through the door with flowers, balloons, and a teddy bear he had bought from the hospital gift shop. Dean pulls his hand away and sits back in his chair and you try not to laugh (since it hurts) at the parade that Sam brought in. You thank Sam and you all get to talking about what had happened.

Finally, a few hours later, you get discharged from the hospital. Walking out towards the car, Sam asks, “Um do you want us to take you back home?” You almost stumble back at his words. “No- I can’t go back there please, I- I-“ You start hyperventilating. “Woah woah woah, hey it’s okay. You won’t go back there.” Dean says grabbing your shoulders.

“I mean, you could come to the bunker with us, if you’d like. There’s plenty of space.” Sam suggests and you calm back down.

“I also noticed you’ve being doing some research” Dean says with a half-smirk on his face as your eyes go wide.

“Uhh” you pause. Dean laughs and slips that sketch from his pocket into your hand with a wink. “I am flattered by the way. Anyways, if you wanted to live at the bunker you could do some research there. We could always use the extra hands on deck.” Dean says. You think about the proposal for a moment. It isn’t a hard decision since you don’t want to be here anymore and you would be much closer to Dean.

“If you wouldn’t mind having me, I would love that!” You say excitedly. The three of you make your way back to your house, letting the brothers pack up your things while you stay in the car. Then, you guys were off to the bunker!

The next two weeks you spent healing, making a new routine, and figuring out your place among the boys. You met Castiel who you quickly became buddies with, but he left for a case. Dean and Sam made you feel extremely welcome, took care of you as you healed, and even had movie nights! Things between you and Dean had remained completely platonic as you settled into the bunker. Of course not without his flirty quips.

One Tuesday, the boys finally found a case. It was the first one since you had been there. The two of them left to hunt a vamps nest while you stayed back at the bunker. You kind of enjoyed being alone there for the short period, being able to sing as loudly as you wanted and there was plenty of uninterrupted time for you to work on your art. After a day, the boys came back from their successful hunt.

Sam is the first to walk through the door with Dean following close behind.

“Now that is what I call a win, isn’t that right Sammy.” Dean said cheerfully. “Yeah” Sam chuckled, heading for his room. “Where do you think you’re going? We are going out tonight, all of us. I need beer. and burgers.” Dean stated.

“Have fun with that, I was planning on taking a shower and then doing some more research.” Sam said. “Boring, why do you have to be such a nerd.” Dead teased his brother. Sam just shrugged it off and Dean turned to you. “You’ll come out with me then, right?” You looked at the man practically batting his eyelashes at you and agreed. You headed to your room to get ready to go out. You had never really been the party type of person, so you didn’t know what to wear. You decided on jeans and a baby doll style shirt with your hair half up/half down. You spritzed on your perfume and headed to meet Dean in the common room. You had never gotten dressed up in front of these men before so when Dean saw you his mouth hung open a little bit. He quickly gain his composure and held out his arm for you to take. You giggled at the gesture and took it as you two headed for the bar.

“A beer and a martini please” Dean said to the bartender. You sat with your back to the bar taking in the sight in front of you. When you say you were never really a partier, you mean you’ve never partied or gone out or done anything fun really. “You look at the crowd like a kid at a theme park” Dean laughed. Suddenly you feel kind of embarrassed and shut down your gaze. Dean immediately noticed the change in your body language and went to correct himself. “I didn’t mean that as a bad thing you know, I find it endearing how… optimistic about the world you seem, despite all the shit you’ve been though.” You blush as the comment. “Um thank you. I uh- haven’t been to a real bar before. I spent my college years with my nose in a book. I never tried to make friends or go out. Now I know I was missing out on a lot of fun.” You say. “Guess we will just have to make up for lost time then huh?” Dean says with a glint in his eyes. After a few more drinks and you two talking about the hunt, you get up from your barstool and start dancing. There are a few couples in the middle of the room grinding, but mostly everyone was just standing around talking. Dean gave you a funny look which only encouraged you to dance even more. You motioned for him to join you, but he just smiled and shook his head. “I’m not really a dancer” he shouted over the music and distance. You walk closer towards him in a seductive manner. “Well neither am I, but I love this song and I wanna dance” you say grabbing his hand and dragging his butt begrudgingly off the stool. He comes with you, but just kind of stands there, chuckling at you as you dance poorly.

You feel the alcohol rushing through your veins and decide to be bold. You turn around and gentle move your body back towards his, tentatively looking up at him behind you to make sure it’s okay. His hands find your waist as you back up to him completely, continuing to sway. Keeping your eyes locked with the man behind you, you both start to grind, letting the alcohol and music take control. He leans his head down to your ear. “If you keep that up very much longer, we might have a problem.” He whispers. Goosebumps fly over your body from the heat of his breath against your ear. Something takes over your body, probably the alcohol, and you decide to be a tease. You grind again one more time, then walk back to the bar leaving Dean speechless on the dance floor. You try to order one more drink, but Dean comes up from behind you and tells you that you’re leaving. Hand in hand you exit the bar.

Once you make it back to the bunker, Dean leads you to his room. The second the door is shut, he backs you into the wall and smashes his lips into yours. He picks you up, and you wrap your legs around his body not breaking the kiss. The feelings and tension from the past month or so burst into an insane amount of passion and heat. Dean walks you guys over from the wall, laying you down onto his bed. He removes the shirt from his body in one quick motion then his lips are back, attached to your neck this time. He makes his way up and down your neck then back up to your lips. You two part as he rests his head against yours. “Do you want this?” He asks. You pause for a moment, slightly coming down from the high to realize what’s about to happen. The pause is enough for him to take a step back. “I’m sorry, I thought-“ Dean starts but you interrupt. “No, no I want this. I reeeally want this. I just- I’m uh… a virgin.” You say timidly, looking at the ground. Dean standing in front of you, takes his finger under your chin to look at him. “Are you sure that this is what you want?” he asks. You nod. “Words, baby girl.” Dean urges. “Yes, Dean I want this. Please-“ and just like that, his lips touch yours again. This time in a gentler manner. Things are a lot slower because Dean wants you to savor this moment. He wants your first time to be memorable, not quick and rushed, though he was about to finish with you just grinding on him so he hoped he could last long enough for you.

Dean reached for the hem of your shirt and you raise your arms, allowing him to take it off. You look down at the scars across your chest, and start to get self-conscious. Without missing a beat, Dean trails kisses from your neck, all the way down your chest, covering every inch of your scars. In between the kisses he mumbles “you’re so beautiful”. Your heart instantly melted at the action. Dean then reached for your bra clasp, undoing it with one hand. His kisses trail down across your boobs, sucking on your nipples when he gets to them. Your head throws back in pleasure, slightly arching your back. The sight makes Dean groan. He continues his path all the way down your stomach to your pants. He eyes you once more for permission and you give him a look to let him know it’s okay. He unbuckles your jeans and slides them down your body. Now left in only your light pink lace underwear, Dean stared at the sight in front of him. “You’re absolutely stunning, you know that?” He says. He kisses your lips once more before lowering himself to his knees for you. Sliding your underwear down, he kisses from your ankles up to your thighs, then repeats on the other side. It’s almost torturous the way his kisses tease you. “Dean” you half grunt, urging him to the place you need him most. He gives a little chuckle before licking up your slit. You gasp at the contact. “You’re already so wet for me” Dean says. He attaches his mouth around your clit, licking and sucking. The most pornstar worthy moans leave your mouth as he goes to work. Unsuspectingly, he inserts one of his fingers inside of you, causing you to gasp again. “Damn, you’re so tight.” Dean says against your pussy. It doesn’t take long before the feeling builds inside. Dean decides to add another finger, stretching you out for him. That wonderful pleasure builds and builds. “Mhm cum for me baby” Dean says, causing you to unravel and cum all over his face.

Dean reached up to kiss you and you pull him in my his belt loops, deepening the kiss. You fumble with the button, getting his pants off of him. Once they fall to the ground, you start to move to get on your knees when he stops you. “Not this time baby, this is about you.” Dean says sweetly. He lays you back down and removes his underwear. He lines himself up with you. “I’ll go really slow, okay? This might hurt a bit so you just tell me when to move.” Dean announces. He started to push in and you were rushed with pleasure and some pain. He made it all the way in as you sucked in air through your teeth, taking in his full length. He was certainly… blessed. Dean held his arms on either side of your head keeping his body balanced above you. His face curled into what almost looked like pain. “Are you okay?” You asked concerned. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Can I move now?” He asked. You nodded. Dean made sure to go slowly to allow you to adjust and he tried not to cum too early. He gently rocks into you, gradually picking up the pace. You get into a good rhythm, feeling pleasure you’ve never felt before. You both moan into each other’s mouths as you come close to the finish line. “Dean I’m- I’m close” you say. “I know, I can feel you. I am too baby. Cum with me” He says as you both finish at the same time. His body collapses next to yours for a moment. Dean then gets up to grab a washcloth. He wets it with warm water and a tiny bit of unscented soap. He walks back over to you to clean you up, being really gentle since you were sore. Once you were both cleaned up, you cuddled in his bed and fell asleep.

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Amv recs?

HI THANK YOU FOR ASKING MWAH

i will preface this by saying that, well, i love amvs. i love making them and watching them and sharing them so this was very fun for me. it would also be impossible to list all the amvs ive enjoyed, but the following is a collection of some of my favorites to share with other people. these are mostly spn amvs but i will include some of my favorites from other media at the end.

i've only included tumblr posts for all of them because tumblr is where i find most of the videos i watch and, you know, tumblr is not always very kind to videos so support your local amv maker!! reblog!

under the cut because i have no restraint and this got long<3

spn

firstly, i recommend looking through @spnamvs if you're looking for something specific. the tagging system is great and honestly i just love the archive i think it's one of my most visited websites.

now, the list:

characters / platonic relationships

anna | oh ana by @anna-coded

eileen | come on, eileen! by @calamitysong

dean | gold star by @obstacle1mp3

dean | my body is a cage by @eggcessive

dean | turn up the faders by @infinitysleeps

dean | something to sing about by @katebushstandean

dean | dean winchester is an enneagram six by @smokerdean

dean & claire | circus heart part 2. by @clairewolf

dean | dean “i have got to watch a horror movie with this bitch” winchester by clairewolf

dean | a little bit alexis by lesbianhostility

dean | september by @pinkinthenightdean

dean | his twins big like tia<3 by @maningning

cas | abbey by @peternureyev

cas | best of the best of times by @risencas

cas | marsha, thankk you for the dialetics, but i need you to leave by @eddietboyswag

cas | digital girl by @destielcrit

cas | body by @theangelisgay

cas & jack | cuckoo by @croc-odette

jack | youth by @danneelswife

jack | two-headed calf by @soysaucecas

mary | miss nothing / miss everything by @dawittiest

jimmy novak | katrinah josephina by destielcrit

relationships (this is literally just the destiel section, im not sorry)

destiel | i need a hero by @bleedingastigmatism

destiel | hot knife by calamitysong

destiel | kiss with a fist by @chronicpaindean

destiel | love at first sight by @cuckstiel

destiel | it's all coming back to me now by @cyclicalhaunting

destiel | on entire lakes ‒ you by @dawittiest

destiel | somebody to love by katebushstandean

destiel | happy ending by katebushstandean (actually all of mikanatural)

destiel | the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us! by maningning

destiel | relihiyoso by maningning

destiel | having a coke with you by frank o’hara by @maningning

destiel | deep in the meadow by @sosaysdean

destiel | judas by @tallahasseemp3

destiel | supercut by @twow

destiel | arms tonite by @emotionallyits2009

destiel | ahora estoy con él by @virfujiwara (this one is so fucking funny also latinenatural wohoo)

general

angels | gagarin by @afeelingsosweet

dta | i guess by @bedlund

supernatural | i wanted to leave by @chitaquadean

angels, demons, and their vessels | undone, undress by clairewolf

supernatural | stick to the status quo by @crosbystillsandhash

supernatural | no one lives forever by @csny

supernatural’s women of color | your best american girl by @eileenleahy

angels | it's a hard-knock life by @fruityangels

supernatural | why me? why us? - the heart as queer allegory by @jimmynovac

supernatural actors (?) | art is dead by @jurisffiction

supernatural | ME! by jurisffiction

supernatural | perhaps the world ends here by @kellyscabin

supernatural | space ghost coast to coast by @lovelybydecay

angels | succession intro by @nobodydean

angels | lost in the world by pinkinthenightdean

other media

lotr | love, love, love by @tincanopus

lotr (sam and frodo) | carry by smokerdean

torchwood | turn up the faders by @jugheadmp3

it (the losers club) | a better son/daughter by jugheadmp3

succession | relay by @parkinglotbird

doctor who (the doctor and the master) | no children by @tincanopus

severance | FUCK YOU AND YOUR MONEY by @firebuggg

black sails | say hey (i love you) by crosbystillsandhash

black sails | take me to church by @maremote

black sails | “Here every man is equal.” by @thurs-days

batman | el señor de la noche by @superhell

ted lasso | roykeeleyjamie throuple edit let's goo by katebushstandean

#THIS IS VERY EARNEST BC I LOVE AMVS I LOVE VIDEO EDITS I LOVE MUSIC OVER MY LITTLE TV PEOPLE #god this took so long and im sure im forgetting so many but i hope you find at least one you enjoy <3 #im tagging all the creators but if you're here and prefer not to be tagged do let me know<3 #ask #EDIT: my first attempt at tagging people mostly did not work #but i think i fixed it and SO sorry if you got a notification twice

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