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Literally. (X)
May we never forget that on this day ✨The 9th of June✨Jensen Ackles bare ass broke Amazon🙌
Amen and may your day be as good as the day we all first saw the light 😌🙏🙏
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We're All Irish Tonight
An SPN Fanfic
~Dean has been pining for Y/N for months now, and he thinks tonight might be the night things finally get going...~
Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, OCs
1344 Words
Warnings: Jealous!Dean, BAMF!Reader, Fluff. Drinking
A/N: Thought you could all use a fluffy drabble today so I banged this out for ya. Happy St Patrick's Day!
The crowd was buzzing with faux Irish pride, only about ten percent of the patrons able to boast any actual connection to the Emerald Isle. But it didn’t matter- tonight, everyone was Irish. The bar was crowded three deep and the trio took turns wading through the sea of drunken green to wave down Chris, the bartender, and order more rounds.
Y/N was nursing a Guinness like it was poison, but knocking back whiskies like they were the cure.
“I hate this stuff,” she said behind a hiccup, voice carrying over the throng and across the table to Dean, who was the picture of calm with a thick, foamy mustache. “Tastes like bread!”
He laughed and licked the head from his lips. “Then why do you keep drinking it?” he yelled back, leaning over the table to get closer to her.
She shrugged and batted her lashes innocently. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just a dumb floosy at the bar tonight. Besides, everyone’s Irish on Saint Patty’s Day!”
OH MY GOD I FUCKIN LOVE THIS 👏👏👏
I don’t know what it is about a jealous and protective Dean but maaaannn, it ruins me every damn time!!
Not to mention Dean being unsure of himself around you, nervous laughs and kisses??? ughHHH I MELT 😩😩😩
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Anonymous asked:
Tell me about being in a cabin with Dean, having a calm, romantic night, and having sex while it snows outside.
Boots and Blankets and Things -
His boots were by the door. Snow was melting off the treds as the heat from the fireplace reached across the big room. The little puddle was nothing to worry about, they could clean it up later.
The thick blankets were tossed aside and rumpled beneath them; the warm wool threads frayed from years of use. They didn’t make blankets like that anymore, they were only ever found tucked away in the back of closets or stowed in car trunks in case of emergencies.
An empty whiskey bottle lay on its side on the floor, kicked over by an elbow, a foot, who’s to say? They’d drunk their fill and then some, raiding Bobby’s stash in the bedroom until they were warm and giddy, drowning in lust and rye.
Flannel shirts were balled up as pillows and stuffed beneath her head. Denim was cast away aside like trash, cotton was sprinkled like breadcrumbs across the cabin.
Outside a gentle snow fell onto freezing earth, weighing down the pine trees, erasing the gravel driveway, the stairs, their hopes of escape. It piled up on the windows, stuck in the muntin, fogged up the glass.
Inside, he held her close, spreading kisses like honey down her body. His lips were chapped from the cold but oh so warm as they nipped at her shoulder, suckled on her breast, parted her lips with hungry kisses.
Light from the fire played across their nakedness, casting shadows in curves and illuminating sacred spaces usually kept hidden. Dean kissed every spot, let his fingers glide over every inch previously unknown. Y/N held her breath as he explored, moaned his name when he struck the sweet spots. She scraped her nails down his back, nibbled gently on his ears, fit her thighs snug around his trim waist.
There was no rush, no need to worry. There were no monsters lurking behind the trees, no doomsday clock ticking away over their heads. There was only the perfect falling snow and the fire, only the passion between them and the stillness of the forest.
Tomorrow, they would dig their way out, shovel the Impala free and fight their way down the mountain. But tonight they slept in peace, sated and calm, wrapped together on the floor by the fire. Tonight they found the love they both needed, the safety of old wool blankets and the warmth of each other’s arms.
I wish I could jump into this story, it’s so cuddly, and sweet and soft it’s exactly what I need 🥺🥺🥺🥺
I’m just curious
I’ve watched the whole season and I’ve had a lot of thoughts and feelings about the show as a whole and I’m curious how it’s gonna all tie together and if Dean coming back is going to be a pivotal part of the episode or just another bait tactic and he only shows up for the last five minutes god help them if that’s that case
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Huh, Not That Complicated After All
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut - this is just all smut. No plot. Shower sex, brief semi-public sex, fingering, overstimulation, edging, showerhead as vibrator, mentions of oral sex (f receiving). This can once again be blamed on Yvette. 😏
Summary: Dean figures out show to make shower sex not so complicated.
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N
Word Count: 1,312
A/N: In this post, @justagirlinafandomworld shared the pic above, and it gave me all kinds of smutty inspiration, so I had to go for it. 😊 Hope you all enjoy. 😁
The beautiful dividers below and at the bottom were created by @talesmaniac89.
Y/N stepped into the steamy spray of water, grateful that the cheap motel they'd been forced into by a suddenly raging spring storm, at least had a very nice shower.
She was exhausted; her muscles ached, and small, purplish bruises dotted her skin. But none of the pains or marks came from the Vetalas whose nest she and Dean had taken down easily the day before.
It was all from the night that followed.
PLEASE I NEED THIS 🥵🥵🥵
And when you said "he laid himself over her, covering her body with with the safety and security of his strength and power" omg giiiirl I was like
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….Remember the nail art? [x]
@b3autyfuldisast3r @charred-angelwings look at his hands
OMG THE FRECKLES ON HIS HAAND 😮💨😮💨😮💨
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So Ellie at 14 keeps Joel alive after a rebar incident in a post apocalyptic world with little to no resources, what excuse does Sam have for letting Dean die with emergency services available to him
I’m just saying, I’m still angry about this, and will be until/if they change cannon. And it’s to the point now we’re anytime I see a piece of exposed rebar, I get angry, and want to take a sledgehammer to it and bend it into a shape that no one could get impaled on.
glad I’m not the only one who sees or hears the word “rebar” and gets angry heartbreak flashbacks and sees red because SAME!!
also now any time in movies/games/shows when they kill off a hero character in a crazy unsatisfactory way I say “they Dean Winchestered him”
#for example: Joel got Dean Winchestered in tlou2#literally still have trauma over this#I will never get over it#no blaze of glory or sastifactory ending… arhghrhgh#I don’t blame Sam I blame the writers because Sam would never#he was literally torturing demons and using humans as bait just to find Dean#AND he was a demon living his best life he wasn’t even dead
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there are two types of character in supernatural: disposable and sam winchester
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fuckin toast, making me cry
sound on at your own discretion. it will hurt you
oh my GOD 😭😭😭😭
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12/19/22
Nashville
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Carry On
Chapter 6
Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester
Word Count: 3163
Warnings: Pain, Angst, Botched medical terms and fear of medical procedures, (cath removal).
Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!
A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67 Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!
If Y/N never heard the words ‘slow and steady wins the race’ again, it would be too soon. It wasn’t that she was really in a hurry to get Dean out of the hospital; though she was sure as soon as he got to where he wasn’t in almost constant pain, he’d be ready to get the fuck out of there, and it wasn’t even that she wanted to be free of Dean, and the fact that he needed so much help and had taken to leaning on her so much for even basic things like eating. It was the fact that she was absolutely sick and tired of seeing him in pain.
I didn't realize that I was holding my breath the whole time Dean was trying to sit up by himself until I got to the end and let out this giant sigh of relief
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Carry On
Chapter 5
Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester
Word Count: 2023
Warnings: Pain, Angst, Just generally feeling like things aren’t getting any better.
Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!
A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67 Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!
“Dean, come on, you need to at least try and eat something, even if it’s not but a few bites,” Y/N pleaded as she sat there with a piece of grilled chicken stuck to the end of a fork.
OH MY GOD YESSS!!
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it’s the REO Speedwagon’s “I Can’t Fight this Feeling” playing in the background that does it for me
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On Deleted Scenes from Season 8
I've been making my way through the Supernatural Blu-ray special features like commentaries and deleted scenes. Mostly they are just interesting or entertaining, until season 8. There are deleted scenes in that season that are so juicy that it was an absolute crime to cut them.
Spoilers ahead.
THIS IS A CRIME AGAINST HUMANITY! HOW COULD THEY CUT THESE?? THEY FAVE SO MUCH MORE WEIGHT TO EACH SITUATION WTF!! THESE WERE IMPORTANT GODDAMNIT!!!
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Carry On
Chapter 4
Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester
Word Count: 2964
Warnings: Dean coming to terms with his new reality, so let’s just say it’s some tension in the room. Graphic injury. Me botching medical jargon, A lot of pain. Hospital setting. Angst.
Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!
A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67 Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!
My Mastlist Series Masterlist
The doctor had spent over an hour with Dean explaining to him the nature of his injuries, and the long road ahead of him. The whole time he was in with them Dean kept his hand tightly laced in Y/N’s. She didn’t know for sure if it was because he knew he needed to keep up the ‘husband and wife act’, or if there was something more to it, but his face showed no emotions. He laid there in a stoned silence, swallowing thickly on occasion; never saying a word.
Dean is being so vulnerable right now, it’s so sad and sweet and YES IM STAYING RIGHT HERE IM NOT LEAVING EVER!!
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Carry On
Chapter 3
Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester
Word Count: 2964
Warnings: Heavy, HEAVY TW: Dean’s final episode of SPN. (Season 15x20 spoilers). Graphic injury. Me botching medical jargon, A lot of pain. Hospital setting. Angst.
Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!
A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67 Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!
Four days, that’s how long she had been living in this nightmare. Four. Days.
HES STILL HOLDING HER HAND 🥹🥹