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Whiskey and the Road

Old Crow Medicine Show- Sweet Amarillo

Characters: Dean Winchester, The Girl that Got Away, some Sam Winchester

Prompt: Song fic challenge for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing :Sweet Amarillo by Old Crow Medicine Show, which I have never heard of and had a freak out until the hubster reminded me the Winchesters travel the Midwest and country roads like all the time.  So I took a breath, listened, and wrote this.  Enjoy.

Word Count: So Many. Cue Westy.

Warnings: Cursing?  A couple of Fucks.  Mention of cutting veins.   No blood. No death.  Just a song haunting Dean. 

Tagging: @jodyri @klizbeth @kaz2y5-imagines @hiddenwritingsintheworld @teamfreewill-imagine @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @d-s-winchester @the-mrs-deanwinchester @torn-and-frayed @mrswhozeewhatsis @salvachester @deanscolette @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @adriellej @itsemmyb @spnashley @ilostmyshoe-79 @iwriteshortstuff @bovaria @abaddonwithyall @spnoneshotsstoriesimagines @icecream-and-gadreel @not-moose-one-shots @themegalosaurus @growingupgeek @supernatural-imagine-oneshot

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Alright Y'all, one of my good friends/Supernatural lover has brought this song to my attention, so I HAD to bring it to yours!!!! If you haven't listened to it.....DO IT NOW AND SHARE THE SHIT OUTTA THIS POST!!!!!

My main reason for this post is to get Mr.Winchester himself Jensen Ackles to HEAR THIS!! This lady has given one of our favorite Characters a theme song, and I think She and IT deserves all the recognition!!

Oh, and it may have got my brain going again for the next chapters of Blood Red and Second Glance! So if you haven't caught up on them, ya might wanna start now!!!! And to end this beautiful post, some random Jensen/Dean gifs and photos.

YOU'RE WELCOME. ❤️

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What do you mean i can’t just pout and look at you with my big shiny eyes to get anything i want?

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Hot and needy and here for it!!!

Too Hot

For SPN Angst Appreciation Day 2018, my @spnangstbingo Card, the Hyperthermia square, and my @samwinchesterbingo Card, the Fuck or Die square.

Summary: A witch puts a spell on you, making your body temperature rise to dangerous degrees.  Can Sam save you?

warnings: smut, protected sex, minor foreplay, Sam x Reader

word count: ~3k

You hated yourself for getting in this situation.  What had originally just been an undercover scoping of the supposed-witch’s store had turned into you getting knocked out.  Now you were tied up in a chair in the witch’s house, unable to move.

She’d obviously put some sort of spell on you, in addition to tying your wrists and ankles, to keep you from fidgeting.  There was no way that you were getting out of this chair any time soon, so you were stuck to yourself and your thoughts.  

By the clock on the wall, you’d been gone long enough that Sam and Dean should be looking for you by now.  You were only supposed to get in and get out, pretending to want something for sore muscles from the new age-y shop, and be back to the motel in an hour.  Now it had been four hours, and surely the guys were looking for you.

The witch came into the room at that thought, not looking like you’d expect from a murderous witch.  She was young, maybe in her early thirties, with long, blonde hair.  She wore clothing that looked vintage seventies and was barefoot.

“Ah, you’re awake now,” she said to you, her voice lilting with a sing-song quality.  “Such a pretty thing, you are.”  You couldn’t move or flinch away from her hand as her fingers stroked your cheek, smiling.  “If only we’d met in different circumstances, you could be tied up for a much more fun reason.”

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Vascuity

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, and Reader, unnamed "him"

Pairings: Platonic

Warnings: death, sadness, angst, a good cry, the void of what missing a person does to oneself, basically SFW

Word Count: I have no idea because I'm on mobile

A/N: Personal, first time writing in a lifetime; all mistakes are mine alone.

Death came too easily to you and those that surrounded the pyre; the biting odor of burned flesh, the scattering ashes kissing your wet cheeks, the distance of each body a mere arm's length, but miles too far from your reach.

Dean knows death too well, Sam too. Cas, well, millennia have come and gone and he's seen more death than the three of of you combined. Yet, each time you lose a fellow hunter, friend, or today, a loved one, the only blood relation you had left, it was like the first time all over again. Ripping that bandaid, whether fast or slow, always stung.

Arms heavy from chopping the logs for the fire, your sweat mixes with tears; the only hydration your chapped lips absorb. The heft of his body, the sheer contrast of the lily white linen that shrouds his bruised and bloodied features, feels foreign to your calloused, aged fingers. When was the last time you held something so soft, so innocuous?

Maybe when Sam had tossed you a spare flannel? Perhaps when Cas' pristine trenchcoat merely brushed against your fingertips as he seamlessly floated past? Then again, maybe it was the time Dean's thumb wiped away a lone tear? Each gentle in their own way.

Yet, in this moment, the air is bleak and cold, your fingertips, shriveled from the dampness in the air, clutching onto the gasoline canister, trembling and sloshing liquid fire atop his fallen body.

The memories of softer moments elude you.

You're empty and full to excess all at the same time, you're stoic yet bereft, you stand tall yet you're falling to pieces on the inside.

The void is neverending. It's suffocation and gasping for breath. It's the stitching up of raw skin and the tearing of the same stitches simultaneously. You feel consumed by grief and anger yet you find yourself laughing like a madwoman in the face of another death.

The pain a constant reminder that it had come close for you, but too close for him.

The first swipe of the lighter, it hiccups, and you rub your thumb across it again, this time the vacuum of the void creates a sound like nothing you ever heard before, the lighter, albeit small, feels like a stone ton inbetween your fingers.

Those miles apart, yet within an arm's length, gather closer, their warmth, their mere presence, suffocating yet comforting. Dean stands off to your left, Sam, rests a gentle giant of a hand across the width of your back, while Castiel's trenchcoat once again ghosts across your fingertips.

With their silent power and your masked bravery, the lighter is tossed into the foggy air landing atop his chest.

The void consumes you and evades you. The heat and licks of the flames warm you, yet scorch another memory into the battered skin of your soul.

It's never easy.

Yet it's easy just the same and maybe, just maybe, that's what scares you the most.

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Pillow Talk

Characters - Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester (no pairing)

Summary - Dean was sleepwalking in the bunker. Sam found it funny. Until he didn’t.

Word Count - 817

Warnings - Sleepwalking, family feels

A note - For @winchester-reload Suptober Challenge, Day 2: Pillow Talk. I maybe went in a slightly less popular direction with this one. Follow the link to A03 or see below the cut.

Sam switched the light off coming out of the washroom and saw his brother going into an empty chamber at the end of the corridor. He smiled, shook his head a little, and started in the same direction as Dean instead of going back to his own room.

Dean was sleepwalking again.

He found it funny that it started just a couple of months ago. A smidge worrying at first, surreal a lot of the time, but mostly funny. They had shared a room almost their entire life, and it had never happened before to his knowledge. But since they planted roots in the Men of Letters bunker, Dean regularly wandered off in the night, talking about or doing peculiar things.

On occasion, he went to the kitchen to feed little Sammy some mac and cheese with marshmallows, or he wanted to make a "big family dinner". He was looking for his slippers, once; he found a book instead and was trying to fit his foot between the covers, somehow. And Sam had to redirect him from a closet or the fridge to the washroom a couple of times.

But most of the time, Sam found him wandering in room 13, just looking at the bed from the doorway or sitting on the edge of the bed, his fingers inching to the pillow. Tonight would be one of those nights.

When he reached room 13, he heard Dean talking. What story would come out of this sleepwalking talk? Sam usually had so much fun ribbing his brother about his silly talk the next morning, he went into the room fully intending to take notes as ammunitions in their regular banter war.

"I know you don't understand, and I'm sorry you were caught in the crossfire. I never meant… "

Dean's voice was soft, hesitant. He had this demeanor he got when struggling with expressing his emotions that stopped Sam at the door. His brother was slowly moving towards the head of the bed, in this slightly awkward shuffle he often did when sleepwalking, but the speech had nothing silly about it.

"Listen to me. You did nothing wrong. You understand that? It's just… Look at what happened. Knowing how to shoot a gun was not as glamorous as you thought, huh? That's my life."

There was a silence, as if Dean was listening to a reply. Sam moved a little closer to his brother, any thoughts of making fun of him or even just getting him back to his room forgotten.

" I didn't want to shut you out of my life. Or your mom. If I was somebody else, I would've gladly… But it was the best solution for you two. You know, I lied to your mom a couple of times when we were together, mostly to protect her. But I never lied to you, not even that last time, at the hospital."

Finally sitting on the edge of the bed, his thigh almost touching the pillow, Dean leaned a little toward the headboard, as if he wanted to bump his shoulder with someone but didn't dare to. He cleared his throat.

" It was the best solution to stop screwing up your life. I was wrong before; leaving was not enough to protect you. Without Cas', you would've ended up just like me, anyway, and as I told you last time, I'm not someone you want to aim to be."

He gave a side look to the pillow, slowly reaching his hand towards it to prop it up.

"I want you to know that you're family, always will be. I have a ginormous brother that I was not able to let go of, but I'm letting you go, letting you forget me. That way I'll have a son that will live a long and happy life. "

Sam, his throat constricted and his eyes prickling, watched his brother hug the pillow to his side, and discreetly place a feather kiss at the top end. His voice was not much more than a whisper when he added "You're gonna be just fine without me. Better even."

Seeing his brother hug the pillow tighter, Sam swallowed the lump in his throat, silently backed out of the room, and closed the door. There was no harm in letting Dean stay in that room for the rest of the night.

And if his brother asked some questions about it in the morning, he was fine saying he had no clue. He wouldn't mind having his nose broken, as Dean had sworn would happen if he ever brought up Ben or Lisa again. If it helped him process the mess of emotions he bottled up almost three years ago, he would take a broken nose without flinching.

But at the same time, some things were private. And Sam thought that an imaginary heart-to-heart with your adopted son most certainly fell into that category.

#no pairing #dean winchester #one shot #angst fic #dean one shot #dean angst #I’m crying

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What Sam looks like:

What Dean sees:

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I’m still writing this because I want it to be good enough to post!

Working on a short Thor x Reader piece that I dreamt up.

#marvel #chris hemsworth #andi writes marvel #thor x reader #thor fluff #marvel fluff

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Vascuity

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, and Reader, unnamed "him"

Pairings: Platonic

Warnings: death, sadness, angst, a good cry, the void of what missing a person does to oneself, basically SFW

Word Count: I have no idea because I'm on mobile

A/N: Personal, first time writing in a lifetime; all mistakes are mine alone.

Death came too easily to you and those that surrounded the pyre; the biting odor of burned flesh, the scattering ashes kissing your wet cheeks, the distance of each body a mere arm's length, but miles too far from your reach.

Dean knows death too well, Sam too. Cas, well, millennia have come and gone and he's seen more death than the three of of you combined. Yet, each time you lose a fellow hunter, friend, or today, a loved one, the only blood relation you had left, it was like the first time all over again. Ripping that bandaid, whether fast or slow, always stung.

Arms heavy from chopping the logs for the fire, your sweat mixes with tears; the only hydration your chapped lips absorb. The heft of his body, the sheer contrast of the lily white linen that shrouds his bruised and bloodied features, feels foreign to your calloused, aged fingers. When was the last time you held something so soft, so innocuous?

Maybe when Sam had tossed you a spare flannel? Perhaps when Cas' pristine trenchcoat merely brushed against your fingertips as he seamlessly floated past? Then again, maybe it was the time Dean's thumb wiped away a lone tear? Each gentle in their own way.

Yet, in this moment, the air is bleak and cold, your fingertips, shriveled from the dampness in the air, clutching onto the gasoline canister, trembling and sloshing liquid fire atop his fallen body.

The memories of softer moments elude you.

You're empty and full to excess all at the same time, you're stoic yet bereft, you stand tall yet you're falling to pieces on the inside.

The void is neverending. It's suffocation and gasping for breath. It's the stitching up of raw skin and the tearing of the same stitches simultaneously. You feel consumed by grief and anger yet you find yourself laughing like a madwoman in the face of another death.

The pain a constant reminder that it had come close for you, but too close for him.

The first swipe of the lighter, it hiccups, and you rub your thumb across it again, this time the vacuum of the void creates a sound like nothing you ever heard before, the lighter, albeit small, feels like a stone ton inbetween your fingers.

Those miles apart, yet within an arm's length, gather closer, their warmth, their mere presence, suffocating yet comforting. Dean stands off to your left, Sam, rests a gentle giant of a hand across the width of your back, while Castiel's trenchcoat once again ghosts across your fingertips.

With their silent power and your masked bravery, the lighter is tossed into the foggy air landing atop his chest.

The void consumes you and evades you. The heat and licks of the flames warm you, yet scorch another memory into the battered skin of your soul.

It's never easy.

Yet it's easy just the same and maybe, just maybe, that's what scares you the most.

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Shallow

They say when you love someone, love them with all you have. Love them with such intensity, that it radiates from your eyes. Give them your all with such carelessness, that the fear of losing them is your reason for loving them. Love purely and deeply.

Loving Sam was like this.

Loving him with such reckless abandon left me empty.

My heart once full, now beats languidly, a shallow shell.

Loving someone with such passion left me forgetting to love myself ten fold.

Took for granted that his smile, that lopsided dimple, those calloused fingertips that traced over my knuckles, the warmth of his embrace, would be enough to keep this heart from breaking.

Yet, it's broken, it's scarred, it's tattered and sewn together.

Duct tape and paperclips, do not mend a broken heart.

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Sassy soulless Sam

Soulless Sam [fav quotes] for V. 🩷

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I had a very intense dream about Jensen Ackles. Like that man could very well f me up inside and out and I’d still want more. Sexually speaking. What even?

#jensen ackles #dreams #I haven’t had sex in forever #help lol

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My toddler just yelled Baba Booey!

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😭

The cast and Creation crew sang to Krista Martin at SNS DCCon and there wasn’t a dry eye in the house 🥲💚 (x)

#kristacon #dccon2023 #spndc #spndc2023 #my heart

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It’s fall y’all!!!!

happy spooky month 👻🎃

#sam winchester #dean winchester #it’s spooky season

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I miss his voice

Jensen Ackles singing "Can't You See" | DCCon (Washington, DC), SNS, September 30, 2023 [x]

#sigh #rockstar!jensen #louden swain #can't you see #dccon2023 #jensen ackles #dccon23

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Riz!!!!!!

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