Dean Winchester | Supernatural: 4x01 Lazarus Rising

Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki : “A Study in Birthday Cakes” Creation Entertainment Supernatural Convention, Chicago, July 2018

There are two things in common with every fandom I have ever been in.

This anon is fucking stupid. I’m sorry this happened to you girl❤️

Me too.

I was 6. And it happened every single fucking summer until I was 12. It took me until I was 16 to realize what it was. It wasn’t until I was 18 that I admitted outloud that it happened. And it wasn’t until now, at the age of 20 I can talk about it.

It Ain’t Me

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 1.7K

Warnings: Swearing (as usual), Drunk asshole Dean.Violence? (reader takes out monsters) ANGST.

Summary: Dean hasn’t been the same since Sam went to Hell. When Dean drunkenly tries to take down a pack of werewolves the reader must save his sorry ass.

A/N: This is for @katymacsupernatural Wish Upon a Star Challenge! Shes so talented make sure you send her some love! My prompt was from The Lion King: Being brave doesn’t mean you go looking for trouble. It was also inspired by the song It Ain’t Me by Selena Gomez. This is like the most angst I think I’ve ever written (I know right? “but Karlee, you’re a fluff/smut writer” I know. I know)

*Takes place right after Swan Song*

He wasn’t your Dean anymore.

He was still Dean. Same emerald green eyes. Same soft, pink lips. Same beautifully freckled face. Same strong calloused hands. Same tall firm body. It was all still the same man you fell in love with, you just no longer recognized who he had become.

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It Ain’t Me

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 1.7K

Warnings: Swearing (as usual), Drunk asshole Dean.Violence? (reader takes out monsters) ANGST.

Summary: Dean hasn’t been the same since Sam went to Hell. When Dean drunkenly tries to take down a pack of werewolves the reader must save his sorry ass.

A/N: This is for @katymacsupernatural Wish Upon a Star Challenge! Shes so talented make sure you send her some love! My prompt was from The Lion King: Being brave doesn’t mean you go looking for trouble. It was also inspired by the song It Ain’t Me by Selena Gomez. This is like the most angst I think I’ve ever written (I know right? “but Karlee, you’re a fluff/smut writer” I know. I know)

*Takes place right after Swan Song*

He wasn’t your Dean anymore.

He was still Dean. Same emerald green eyes. Same soft, pink lips. Same beautifully freckled face. Same strong calloused hands. Same tall firm body. It was all still the same man you fell in love with, you just no longer recognized who he had become.

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Not The Hair

Word Count:1k

Warnings:fluff

Tags: @supernatural-jackles @jensen-jarpad @jpadjackles @mrsbatesmotel53 @fangirl1802 @pishposha @sandlee44 @impalaimagining @lipstickandwhiskey @27bmm @ria132love  @impala-dreamer @extreme-supernatural-lover @rayofsunshinexx

A/N: I got a request for this, so enjoy some very rare and much needed fluff!!

Hi there :) Could you write something where either Dean or Sam gives the reader (girlfriend) a much needed haircut and she’s a bit nervous so he calms her down with lots of flirtyness and fluff

You sighed in frustration, setting down the sizzling hair straightener with a huff. The heavy smell of burnt hair filled the small motel bathroom quickly, threatening to smother you if you didn’t leave. All you wanted to do was make your hair look somewhat decent and professional before going to the crime scene, but hair straightening and styling gets difficult once your hair passes your own ass. With half of your head sleek and straight and the other half overcome with untamable curls you left the bathroom.

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OH MY CHUCK THIS WAS SO CUTE!!! Don’t you think so? @rayofsunshinexx

My shrink told me I need to read a real book.

So if y'all have any recommendations, I’m all ears.

I read the martian on a plane ride and it was awesome.

I just read a great meta about Dean’s leather jacket by @dustydreamsanddirtyscars and happened to watch the pilot just afterward and I noticed he wasn’t wearing the jacket at the beginning of the episode, but rather gets it halfway through. I haven’t been in the fandom long, so I had no idea that the jacket actually was one of the things John left behind in his hotel room when he went missing. I guess I always assumed it was given to him by John, like the Impala was, and now that just adds new layers to Dean’s character, this jacket he wrapped himself up in when Dad went missing, which he went on to cherish after John died. It’s also interesting that we never really see John noticing that I remember hello rewatch that Dean has it, and he certainly doesn’t seem to mind. So, for anyone else who didn’t realize, here you go: 

While looking for John, Sam and Dean find the hotel where John stayed, where a lot of his personal belongings have been left behind. Dean is wearing a canvas jacket at that point, which has been muddied up by his fall in the river. 

Dean goes to take a shower and you can see the shelf with a brown piece of clothing but it’s hard to tell what it is: 

And then Dean comes out of the shower and: 

Grabs the piece of clothing, goes outside and voila: 

The iconic leather jacket.

Holy crap. @trexrambling @pinknerdpanda have you ever noticed this????

Omg. Nope. Never noticed. But it is so spot on. @wheresthekillswitch @emilywritesaboutdean you guys probably did. But just in case.

Here’s my take on it. 

John knows Dean envies his leather jacket. He also knows that, whether Dean is willing to admit it or not, the first day at a new school always makes him nervous. So John lends Dean his jacket, even though Dean hasn’t quite grown into it yet. 

John does this because he’s noticed over the years that when Dean puts on his leather jacket, he stands a little taller, he becomes a little more confident. Almost like he’s trying to live up to the legend that usually wears the jacket. 

John also does it for another reason. This leather jacket has been through a lot with him. It’s almost a second skin. 

It’s the jacket that has keep him warm, and when he’s thrown it over his sleeping sons in the back of the Impala, it’s the jacket that has kept his sons warm.

So when John lends Dean his jacket, it’s him saying. ‘I’ve got you covered son. I’m with you, even if I’m not there.’ That’s why he leaves it behind in the motel room. Because John knows what he has to do, and he knows he might not make it back. His car and his jacket. His car, because it’s the only home he could provide for his sons. His leather jacket, because it’s the only way he knows how to continue to hold Dean and offer him comfort. Whether Dean realizes it or not. 

@hannahindie, @pinknerdpanda, @trexrambling, @emilywritesaboutdean, @arryn-nyxx

Lee. Yes. So much yes. Brilliant you are!

Oh my chuck. I am shook.

It Must Be Mine

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

Summary:  Dean somehow survived Metatron’s attack, but the Dean the reader knows and loves isn’t the one standing in front of her.

Word Count: 1,919

Warnings: Language, implied smut, Demon! Dean

A/N: This might turn out to be a series. I’m on a break from school for like a month, so I got the time. We’ll see. This also goes slightly off canon, but I guess that’s why it’s called a fanfiction.

(Gifs are not mine)

You thought Metatron had killed Dean. You watched him stab the man you loved into the heart. You held him as he was breathing for the last time whispering, begging over and over again for him to hold on, and you finally admitted to him that you loved him. You had been in love with Dean for years but were never able to admit it to his face.

You thought Dean was dead. You watched him die in your arms. You had passed out from crying so hard, still holding his dead body against your chest.

And when you woke up the next morning, you could still hear his voice.

“Y/N,” You heard Dean’s faint voice, from outside your room in the bunker.

You sat up quickly, pulling yourself out of the dream you thought you were having, your cheeks still stained with tears, and eyes still red and puffy.

“Y/N, it’s time for breakfast.” You heard Dean as he knocked on your. You shot up out of bed, and ran to the door, not caring that you were only in a t-shirt and underwear, and opened it, just to come face to face with Dean.

You looked up at him tears in your eyes, confused as to how this dream felt so life like. It had to be a dream. Dean was dead. You watched him die. You held him in your arms. He was dead!

“You okay there, Princess?” He said with a smirk and cocked eyebrow as his eyes roamed up and down your body, appreciating your choice in sleepwear. You stared at him speechless before throwing your arms around his strong neck.

You pulled back from him, your mouth a gape. “Dean, I- I- I mean, you-”

“Came to get you for breakfast.” He said cutting you off. He grabbed your hand and led you to the kitchen.

Maybe it had been a dream. You thought to yourself. Maybe you died too and this is was heaven.

What made you believe that it wasn’t heaven was the look on Sam’s face when you and Dean walked in the kitchen. He looked pissed.

If Dean was alive, that would mean that Sam would have… no! Sam wouldn’t do something like that. Would he? That would be the only explanation as to why Dean was alive.

“Here, sit.” Dean said pulling out the chair across from Sam. “I just have to finish cooking the bacon.” he said with a smile and headed to the other side of the kitchen.

As soon as Dean was out of earshot, Sam leaned over to you and whispered in a deadly serious tone, “we need to talk.”

“Yeah we do,” you whispered back, “the fuck, Sam?”

“What do you mean ‘the fuck, Sam’ I cannot believe you would be so fucking stupid to do something like this!” He whispered back angrily.

You were about to respond when Dean came back with a plate of pancakes, and a plate of bacon.

“I’ll go grab the rest, be right back.” He said with an almost forced smile. You saw something different in his eyes. They didn’t seem to have the same concentration in them as they did when you fell in love with them.

You smiled wearily back at him, “Great.”

“We’ll talk about this later.” Sam whispered back before Dean returned with the rest of the food.

There was an uncomfortable silence that only you and Sam seemed to notice. Dean didn’t think anything of it and just scarfed down his breakfast. You would alternate between staring at him, wondering what the hell was going on, and looking over at Sam wondering how the hell this could have happened.

Sam finished eating first, got up, and walked over to the sink and began to wash his dishes.

After he finished eating, Dean clapped his hands together, stood up and announced, “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“Okay! I’ll clean all this up.” You say standing up with him.

“You’re welcome to join me if you’d like.” He said giving you a wink. He smiled down at you for a second before making his way out of the kitchen. Sam finished up at the sink then walked back over to you, you guys waited in silence until you finally heard the shower running.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Sam growled at you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I didn’t do shit!” You defended yourself.

Sam huffed crossing his arms, his jaw clenched and mouth in a tight line. “What did you make a deal with Crowley? A crossroads demon? How much time did he give you? Ten years? One? How could you be this fucking stupid!”

Your blood boiled as you glared up at him. “How dare you think I would sell my soul, especially to an asshole like Crowley! I thought you did this, Sam!”

“Why would you think I did this?” Sam said sounding offended.

“Because I sure as hell didn’t! He was dead! He died, Sam! In my arms! What the hell is going on! I can’t find a logical explanation for any of it! Maybe Dean didn’t actually die, you know? It could be some kind of trick that Metatron played on us or something.” You say looking in the direction of the door. You look back at Sam with the same confusion he gave to you.

“I don’t know,” he said shaking his head. “I’m going to go find Cas and see if he had something to do with this, or know who did.”

“Okay,” You said putting the dishes over into the sink then turning back to Sam, “I’ll go with you.”

“No.” Sam said shaking his head, “In case there is something weird going on, you should be here with him.”

You bit your lip nervously. “What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to interact with him? Something is definitely off about him, Sam. I’m worried about him.”

“Me too. That’s why I gotta go find Cas. He’ll be able help us figure this out.” Sam pulled you into a tight hug, and kissed you on the top of your head. “We’ll figure this out. I promise.”

He pulled away from you, grabbed the keys to the impala and headed out. You sighed and went back to washing the dishes. After you finished, you walked back to your room, passing the shower on the way.

The door opened just as you passed by. Steam flowed out of the room following Dean. You stood there staring at him as he ran his fingers through his wet hair. Your eyes followed the water droplets that slid down his perfect glistening body all the way to the white towel that hung low on his waist, revealing the V that pointed down perfectly to his…

“See something you like there, princess?” Dean smirked at you pulling you out of your thought bubble.

“No!” A blush crept up on your cheeks and you quickly turned away. “I was just passing by.”

“I don’t believe you.” He said grabbing your wrist and pulling you back into his chest. Your bodies were pressed against each other, as you tried to keep your arms to yourself as much as possible.

“Dean, I- what?” You said, your voice shaky. You tried not to say anything, knowing good and well that it would fail you.

“It’s okay to stare.” He said leaning down close to your ear, then whispered, “I stare too.”

You had no idea what had gotten into Dean. You were in love with that man, and you’d be lying if those words didn’t cause butterflies in your stomach or if you hadn’t felt the electricity run through your veins when your bodies pressed up against each other. But this wasn’t like Dean. You were in love with him. He had never shown that he felt the same way.

When Dean pulled his head back from your ear, he looked down at you and stuck his tongue out between his lips, then bit his lower lip, his eyes roaming over your body. When his eyes locked with yours, your breath got caught in your throat.

“I’ll be in my room if you need anything.” You said finally able to pull away from such a gorgeous man.

As you walked down the hall you heard Dean call after you, “Was that an invitation?”

Instead of responding, you walked in your room closing the door after you. You grabbed your phone off the nightstand, laying down on the bed, and began texting Sam.

*Have you found Cas yet?*

*Not yet? What’s up?*

*Dean’s acting really REALLY weird. Just please get back ASAP.*

*Okay. Just stay in your room til I get back.*

*Please hurry.*

“What are you up to, Princess?” You hadn’t heard or seen walk into your room until he spoke. You looked up and saw him standing at the foot of your bed. Only in his boxer briefs.

“Dean. I-I was just texting Sam. He’s out shopping, and I needed a few things from the store.” You lied, swallowing the lump in your throat. “What are you doing?”

“Well, if you must know.” He said crawling onto the bed. “I came in here to get something of mine.”

You pulled your legs closer to your body. “Oh, yeah sorry. I have your Zepplin shirt over in my dresser.”

You started to get up, but Dean placed his hand on your thigh, causing you to freeze in place. You looked back at him, seeing a dark expression spread across his face.

“That’s not what I meant.” He leaned closer to you placing his hands on either side of your body, trapping you. Dean brushed his hand against your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I came here to get you.”

“Dean,” you sigh looking down at your lap. He lifted your chin up, forcing you to look into his eyes. “What has gotten into you?”

“You finally told me that you loved me. You gave me the green light I needed.” He leaned in, kissing you with more passion than you had ever felt before. He kissed you hungrily, pushing you back onto the bed, his semi naked body hovering over you.

If Dean remembered you saying that you loved him, that would have meant that Dean would have actually had to die, which sure as hell doesn’t explain as to why he is alive. Something still wasn’t right. This wasn’t right. But it felt amazing.

Dean’s hands roamed under your shirt as you kissed him back. His soft perfect lips parting just enough for his tongue to capture yours. He bit down on your lower lip, pulling a bit roughly, causing a moan to escape your lips.

He grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it quickly over your head. Instead of reconnecting with your lips, he kissed at your breast moving up your neck, kissing, biting, and sucking as he moved back to your lips.

It took all the strength you had to push Dean up off of you and break the kiss. “Dean, what’s going on?”

He growled under his breath. He looked up at you with a face that nearly scared you. “I know what I want, and I’m taking it. And that’s you. Got a problem with that?”

You were scared of this new Dean before, but the second his emerald green eyes flipped to black, you were terrified.

Whoa... please please please make this a series piece!

Don’t Start Something You Can’t Finish

Pairing:  Dean x Reader

Summary:  So I got this as a request (IKR? I made it!) and here’s what it said:  Heyyy so I don’t know if you do requests or anything, but can you do one where Dean and the reader are trying to sleep, but the reader won’t let him, so Dean has something else in mind ;) Thanxxxxoxo

Word Count: 1,115

Warnings: Very slight smut (like Dean has a ‘friend’), implied smut, mostly fluff, sleepy Dean;)

A/N: This is my first time doing a request like this! Please let me know what you think and if you have any requests, send them my way!

(Gifs are not mine)

I hate everything.

You thought to yourself as you laid awake in bed during the middle of the night. All you wanted to do was sleep, but you just couldn’t. As a hunter you were use to getting very few hours of sleep during cases when you knew you had to be up early the next morning. However, while you and the boys were between cases, you could hardly get your mind to shut down long enough so you could get more than four hours of sleep.

At first you couldn’t sleep when you were alone in your room of the bunker, then you decided to crawl into Dean’s bed with him. You always found it easier to sleep with a warm body next to you, and it was an even better feeling sleeping next to a warm body that you were in love with.

You guys mostly slept in your own beds in hopes of trying to keep your relationship that started a while back a secret from Sam, but sleeping next to Dean and snuggling up against his warm body just always felt right. You loved to snuggle up next to him and wake up still wrapped tightly in his big, strong, warm embrace. He was able to do what no man had ever been able to do. He made you feel safe, and more importantly made you feel loved.

So on nights like this, where you couldn’t sleep, or the nights you were desperate for his affection, you would crawl into his bed and he would happily accept you.

He had already fallen asleep when you entered his room to wake him up.

When you woke him up he sleepily welcomed you with a smile into his warm bed, and wrapped his big strong arms around you, pulling you close to his firm chest. You thought at that point you’d be able to fall asleep since you had always slept better next to Dean.

You were wrong. You still couldn’t sleep.

You stared at his beautiful, sleeping face, able to make out the features of his gorgeously freckled skin despite it being dark in the room. He was by far the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen, let alone been with, but your attraction to him went beyond just his looks, and amazing body.

Dean was also the most genuine, and authentic person you had ever met, despite the fact he lied for a living. He loved with his whole heart and deeply cared about the people around him. He was strong in and out, but deep down their was apart of him that craved a deep love, and he let that be you.

You felt so lucky to be loved and cared for by such an amazing person, that you could hardly believe it was real. But Dean reminded you every chance he could get to let you know how hopelessly in love with you he was.

He would steal kisses from you when Sam wasn’t looking, you’d catch him staring at you with all the love in the world, he’d buy you your favorite treats, and watch your favorite movies with you knowing it would bring you happiness. And during nights like this when you were able to sleep in the same bed he would hold you tight, and as close to him as possible.

You loved Dean Winchester, and he loved you back.

You glared at the man you loved, jealous he was able to sleep so easily. If I can’t sleep, he doesn’t get to sleep. You thought to yourself.

You rolled so your back was facing Dean, and scooted yourself into him so you were perfectly pressed up against him.

He moaned a little in his sleep causing you smirk knowing this was going to work. You moved your neck closer to his face knowing the smell of you and your exposed skin that close to his lips would drive him crazy.

You grabbed his hand, earning you a groan from a sleeping Dean, and slid it down to your waist and up your shirt, shivering from the contact of his calloused hands.

“Mmm, Y/N what are you doing?” Dean asked still sleeping.

“Nothing. Just trying to get some sleep.” You whispered innocently to him. Moments later you started to hear him snore, and knew you had to step up your game a bit.

You grinded up against him, trying to get enough friction to wake him up, or at least try to get the lower half of his body to say hello.

He moaned your name, and you smiled wider. You pushed even closer up against him, rubbing a little hard, and pushing his hand up to your breast. You rubbed your ass against his crotch, grinding like you were at a high school party without parental supervision.

“Shit Y/N,” he moaned, and a bit more awake than last time. “What are you doing to me?”

You felt his hand you placed move around, stroking your skin softly to the rhythm of your grinding.

He moaned again, but this time louder and more sexual than sleepy. Then you felt it press against your ass, this time causing you to moan. You kept grinding, pushing Dean a little further.

“Sweetheart,” He said with lust in his voice as he raised his hand up to your breast giving it a light squeeze. “I was trying to sleep.”

“Me too, babe.” You said, still grinding, feeling him completely hard against you.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He said giving you a soft lingering kiss on the neck, then snuggling into back, still trying to salvage some sleep.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dean.” You say innocently, still wiggling against him.

“I’m just trying to get some sleep too.”

You grinded against him one last time before he had had enough. Within seconds Dean had rolled on top to straddle you and pin you hands above your head, leaning down, being only inches away from your face.

“You keep doing that, princess, and we’re going to be up all night.” he said in a deep husky voice, his emerald green eyes boring into yours.

You thrust your hips up against his teasing him one last time, pushing him over the edge. His lips hungrily crashed down onto yours, as he pressed his whole body against yours. You continued rolling your body against his as his tongue captured yours. You moaned as he began trailing kisses down your neck.

“You’re not getting any sleep tonight.” he whispered into your ear, causing goose bumps to spread all over your body. “You’ll be too busy screaming my name.”