#DEAN IS THE LITTLE SPOON

[castieldelamancha]

Castiel opens his eyes slowly, blinking away the sleep from them, he looks around and, by what he can see in the darkness surrounding him he recognizes the room he is in, just by how similar it looks to his. He knows it isn't his simply because his room in the bunker has never felt so lived, it hasn't looked the part either.

In his room he has never felt this safe, in peace and content. He never thought sleep could be so restful and ... wonderful.

Maybe it all has to do with the man he has between his arms. Dean is laying on his side, Castiel is pressed close to him, one arm under his head, another thrown across his waist, one of his legs over Dean's own, resting on his hip.

He focuses on the back of Dean's head, letting the memories of the previous day flood his mind. His heart skips a beat.

He came back yesterday, he meet with the brothers just a couple hours ago. Yesterday Dean gave him a hug that felt way much longer than any they have shared up to that point and, with a hand cradling the side of his face, he told him that he loves him too, that he missed him and then, in what Castiel will always think of as one of the most special moments of his long existence, he pressed a chaste, short and sweet kiss to his lips.

He can tell the exact moment Dean wakes up because of the way his breathing hitches, changing its up until now calmed rythm as he realizes he isn't alone. He is almost sure Dean is going to move away from him, or tell him to back away, since this isn't the way they went to sleep the night before. Castiel will do so, these things take time, he knows.

Instead, Dean, in a show of trust, vulnerability and a gentle tenderness Castiel could very well get used to and that he will treasure forever, simply turns around in his arms, pressing himself to Castiel's chest, kissing him there before lifting his head up to hide his face against the side of Castiel's neck, " morning, sweetheart." He mutters. Castiel's arms tighten their grip around Dean.

"Good morning, Dean."

#destiel #listen i was going to make it little spoon cas and then dean winchester himself appeared in my house and told me to stop being so dumb #he is tge little spoon always #😔 #vanessa writes ✨ #ficlet

[stillwinchester]

They both are overprotective sometimes.

Dean, because he's scared he could lose Cas again. He's wrapping his arms around him to show he won't let anything bad to reach them. He's the light, who dispels the darkness of the Empty.

Cas, because it reminds him about the day he rescued Dean from hellfire. He's the shield, who's gonna protect the Righteous Man.

They both need to be protected sometimes. But they don't know how to ask about that. At least not at first.

But after they know they can have this kind of comfort from each other, they aren't afraid to ask anymore.

On bad days, when Dean has nightmares, he mumbles silently: “Could you hold me, Cas?”. And Cas can, of course, he can, and he wants to. Dean seems tiny as a little spoon, even if he's two full inches taller than Cas. He gets sweet kisses on the nape of his neck, cheeks, forehead. And there's also a whisper: “I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. I love you...”. He's safe.

When Cas' lungs clutch and for the moment, he's not sure what's real, or if it's not another of the Empty's trick, he lies down on his side next to Dean without a word. He doesn't have to say anything because Dean understand. He gently wraps his arm around his waist and pulls him closer to his chest. Close enough for Cas to hear his breaths and heartbeats. Dean buries his nose in the crook of Cas' face as a sign that he's got him. He will always have.

So, yes, maybe they are overprotective sometimes. But they don't mind.

#they're both little spoons #destiel #deancas #castiel #cas #dean winchester #spn #supernatural #spn ficlet #destiel ficlet #ficlet #fic #fanfiction #mine

[underthebednotebook]

I'm not problematic cause I ship wincest.

I'm problematic cause I'm a bottom!Sam enjoyer.

#spn #wincest #the heart wants what it wants #and unfortunately for me it wants Sam to feel so sad he can't fit in dean's arms anymore #and literally be the little spoon all the time #I dont even care with Dean #literally with all his partners #even the blurry faced woman #bottom!Sam

[found--family]

he just wants to be held by someone caring and strong and he wants sex not to be expected in return 

#little spoon #deancore #thoughts #destiel #dean is bi

[1neednotapply1]

Dean is literally being spooned to sleep rn 🥰🥰

#yes he is going to bed now have u forgotten he’s an old man now #and I almost said spooning but let’s be real here he’s the little spoon #spn #supernatural #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #deancas #little spoon

[hauntedpearl]

my headcanon about the empty is that every time an angel or a demon or whatever goes into it, it kind of dissolves into the nothingness. it's not a thing that happens over time. instead, it's like their being just diffuses into this infinite space and they're all still conscious but they're not them, you know? anyway, all this to say, cas loves being held once he's rescued. it grounds him in his body, defines his place in the world, makes him feel more real. he'll let anyone and everyone cuddle him AND THEY DO. BECAUSE HE DESERVES IT!

#like i love little spoon dean i do. but cas is also the little spoon sometimes. this is IMPORTANT. #he will also sometimes crawl into bed with sam and ask for cuddles because sam is big and cas feels better likr when you put on a weighted #blanket. it makes dean act stupid and childish but like. IN A SWEET WAY. #anyway platonic cuddle pile winchester edition is also my agenda #everyone just kinda throws themselves on cas like thaf one photo of a cat pile #he has whatever is the opposite of claustrophobia #cas #spn posts #doe is talking again

[coleydc58]

In my addled brain, Dean Winchester is always the little spoon.

#dean winchester #fan fiction #little spoon #touch deprived

[my-name-is-markus-with-a-k]

👀 and also Markus

My NOTP for them

Not to sound like a broken record but Markus/Gavin is right up there. Keep that little gremlin away from my baby. But also Markus/Carl, Markus/Perkins, Markus/Leo. Just.... no thank you.

My BROTP for them

Jericrew ofc, I wish their interactions in game had been a little more personal and not just business all the time. I'd love to see them actually bonding and not constantly at each other's throats. Also Markus & Hank. It's a literal crime that they never actually interact in canon.

My OTP for them

RK1K!! This ship has had its claws in me almost since day one. I ship Markus with a lot of people (apparently), but RK1K is my main love. They would just fit so well together imho, ying and yang and all that. And let's be honest, they look amazing together. And they're badasses. And sweet and cute. They literally have it all. What's not to love?

My second choice pairing for them

Norkus. It took me a while to warm up to the ship but once I did, whoo boy. Love them so much. Best revolutionaries.

My fluffy pairing for them

Look, I know rk1k has the potential to be super angsty, but honestly, my favourite thing for them is fluff. I just want them to be happy and in love, they deserve it.

My angsty pairing for them

My fave angsty pairing for him is probably Markara, because the only way I ship Markus and Kara together is if they've both lost everyone else but find comfort in each other.

My favourite poly ship for them

Connorkus!! Power trio!! Literally unstoppable.

My weirdest pairing for them

Pffft, probably Hankus. Ship be rare af but as I said in your Hank ask, they'd be so chill and relaxed together. Also imagine Markus in a big bear hug from Hank 🥺🥺🥺

I also low-key ship Markus/Luther because apparently I like to imagine Markus being wrapped up in the arms of someone much bigger than him and squeezed tight.

#its a week late but i did it!!! #im sorry ive had very little spoons lately :/ #thanks for your patience dean!! #dbh markus

[piperslambz]

Dean got fed during lunch hour 🥹✊

#spn fandom #dean winchester #little spoon #deanwinchtser #free lunch #open wide #supernatural #daddy issues

[trevlad-sounds]

Some krautrock vibes for all none of you.

#little dragon #dean honer #napoleon #cavern of anti matter #duophonic #pip eye #space music dream #spoon records #lisa bella donna #mute usa #life without buildings #gargle blast #tengger #iso50 #ginger root #time wharp #psb hq #thom yorke #four tet #jon hopkins #Harmonische 23 #the twelve hour foundation #cathode ray tube #triplicate records #vic mars #zombie zombie #versatile records

[jenanigans1207]

I just love the idea that Cas and Dean actually manage to be sneaky in the beginning of their relationship, keeping it secret not because they don’t trust Sam or are ashamed but because they need to feel solid in it themselves before they tell anyone. So they’ve actually done a spectacular job of keeping quiet and not getting caught.

And then one day Cas and Dean are sitting at the table in the bunker kitchen, half asleep while Cas sips coffee and Dean munches halfheartedly on soggy cereal, when Sam comes back from his morning run.

“There you guys are!” He says as he pulls his headphones out of his ears. “I’ve been waiting for you to get up!”

“Why?” Dean asks, dropping his spoon into his bowl and splashing a little milk over the side. “You find us a case?”

Sam shakes his head as he heads to the fridge for a bottle of water. “I think there’s something wrong with the bunker.”

“What kind of something?” Dean asks, casting a curious glance around.

The bunker had seemed fine to him. Nothing strange had happened. No weird noises, no strange smells, nothing creepy or daunting that was outside of the ordinary as far as living completely underground went.

“Well, the lights have been acting weird.” Sam begins, thinking. “And the electricity will just randomly short out. It’s like all the fuses blow at once, or something, even when nothing has changed.”

Dean, still half asleep and only a few sips into his own coffee, doesn’t immediately make the connection. But Cas seems to go incredibly still across the table from him.

“Huh.” Dean says, pushing his bowl away and reaching for his mug. “I haven’t seen any of that. When is this happening?”

Dean still hasn’t pieced it together, but Cas is sending him a solid, desperate stare over the rim of his own mug. Dean’s mind is trying to kick on, to figure it out, and then Sam says—

“Well, most recently was last night. You were already in bed. And Cas— I don’t know where you were.”

And oh. Oh. Dean understands now.

Because yeah, he had been in bed last night. It just so happens that Cas had been in his bed, too. And they were— busy, but sleeping isn’t exactly what they were doing.

Dean purposely does not meet Cas’s gaze.

“Weird.” Dean says with a shrug that he hopes is nonchalant.

“Yeah,” Cas finally manages to agree, his fingers tight around his mug. “That is strange, I haven’t noticed it, either. We’ll have to keep an eye out for it and address it if it’s an electrical issue.”

Sam, beautiful, sweet Sam, doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss. He shrugs. “Yeah, just let me know if you notice it. Maybe it’s just a weird fluke.”

And it will be awhile yet before Sam understands why this only happens when he’s alone in the bunker at night, why it never happens when Dean and Cas stay up with him to the early hours of the morning to research. Sam will live confused but peacefully oblivious for as long as they can all get away with.

#I just love Sam being like #guys all the lights are flickering again #and deans like wow Sammy that’s so strange I couldn’t possibly know anything about that #I also love when Sam finally catches on #and has this horrible dawning realization #and cas as least looks sheepish when Sam figures it out #but Dean makes some comment about how his ass is just *that good* #and then Sam desperately wishes for obliviousness again #destiel #sam winchester #spn #supernatural

[castieldelamancha]

castiel trying to awkwardly sing to dean after he has a nightmare because he has seen humans do that

#dean trying not laugh his ass off #destiel #that's ficlet material all right #i mean dean is so confused he stops thinking about his nightmare #the mental image is so funny to me #dean there stiff as a board the little spoon like 😳🤨 #and cas just singing an off key redention of you are my sunshine #dean ends up crying #who knows if out of emotion or out of despair

[winchester-girl67]

Imagine... Dean Coming To You For Comfort

Summary: Dean looks for comfort after a nightmare. He enjoys being the little spoon. 

Requested by anonymous: “could you write a fic where dean just needs some comfort from the reader? it could be platonic and dean just had a bad day or a nightmare and doesn't want to be alone and wants to be held without asking"

Pairing: Dean x reader 

Word Count: 902 

Warnings: language, nightmares, implied violence (hunting a vamp nest), brief mention of a gun reader keeps under the pillow, a little angst, emotional hurt/comfort, cuddling, fluff 

A/N: Found this in my wips, it's a little short but sweet. Enjoy. 

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“I said, I'm fucking fine, okay?!” 

Dean's words echoed in your ears. You'd only asked him the once and he just snapped at you, so when you got back to the bunker you beelined for your room and slammed the door. 

You didn't get food, you didn't shower off the motel shower from a few hours earlier like you usually would, and you didn't get any sleep either. ‘Monopoly’ speaking, you did not pass 'GO'. You just pouted in your bed. 

The hunt could've gone better; it also could've gone worse. 

You stared at the ceiling, still awake and wondering how to reproach Dean. He was clearly not fine but until he was able to admit that, there was no getting through to him. Dean was just too stubborn when he was in these moods and honestly you were a little, too. You wanted to help, but you didn't want to swallow your pride and walk down that hall just to have him yell at you again. 

You weren't a masochist. But you still laid there, in bed, overthinking everything that went wrong with the hunt. 

First of all, you should've brought Sam with you, or Cas. Dean said it would be simple enough though with the two of you. It wasn't and you almost got killed. Dean, of course, wasn't letting himself forget it. You could see that written all over his face on the ride home. 

Stopping your mind from racing wasn't easy. You counted the dots on the ceiling tiles as you listened to the ticking of Dean's wristwatch on your arm. He'd synchronized it to the time on his cell and given it to you before the hunt so you could stay structured in your plan against the vamp nest. 

It was smart, until it wasn't. There were more than you expected and you always jumped the gun and went in first. Standing still wasn't the easiest thing for you to do with all that adrenaline pumping in your veins. And you were used to hunting alone. Before the Winchesters came into the picture. 

Needless to say, everything that went wrong after that was about ninety-percent your fault. The other ten was simply a miscalculation.

You'd known the Winchesters for quite some time but moving into the bunker with them was fairly new. In the back of your mind, you hoped Dean wouldn't ask you to move out. You kinda liked not being completely alone anymore. The world was tough and they felt like family already. It would break your heart for sure; shatter any trust you had left. 

Your bedroom door creaked open slowly on its old hinges and a shadowed figure peaked its head inside your room. You held your breath for a moment and gripped the cool handle of your gun underneath your pillow. 

Always on guard. Even if the bunker was the safest place you'd ever been. 

"Easy, Y/N, it's just me." Dean said, pushing the door open the rest of the way so the light of the hall revealed his features. 

His expression was soft, too soft -broken like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders and the nightmares to prove it. His hair was disheveled and he rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. 

"Just wanted to check on you, I'll let you get back to sleep. Sorry I woke you, sweetheart." Dean breathed deep and slowly started to shut your door. "And sorry I yelled." 

"Wait," you sat up and placed the gun on the night table next to you before switching the light on low. "Come here. Close the door." 

You flipped back the covers, shuffled over to make room and patted the mattress beside you. Dean wiped the frown from his face with his hand and did as you said. He shut the door and settled into bed next to you. Tense and unmoving once he rolled onto his side facing away from you. 

He couldn't ask, but he didn't need to. 

You clicked off the light and tugged up the covers to his chin. Your palm rubbed over his shoulders and half-way down his back, then circled up again until you felt his muscles begin to relax. 

"That feels nice," he breathed and sniffled a little. 

You continued your motions for a while longer until his breathing evened out, you could tell he was still awake but knew he didn't intend on talking things out. That wasn't Dean. So instead, you rubbed up and down his arm and molded your chest into his back, settling into your position as big spoon. You squeezed him and held his hand against his chest. 

"Thank you," he sighed and weaved his fingers through yours. 

Dean didn't talk about feelings if he didn't have to. And for someone so 'tough', more often than not, he liked to be the little spoon. Especially to your big spoon. 

There was an unspoken understanding that neither of you were ever to bring it up in the light of day. But things were just different at night and being vulnerable and open didn't feel as achy and oozy. 

Feelings were allowed to be felt in the dark. 

He'd be gone before you woke, starting breakfast and roasting coffee in the kitchen, but for now your pieces could hold his pieces together. 

And maybe you could both finally get some sleep. 

_________________________ Dean: @akshi8278 @laycblack @thoughts-and-funnies @mrsjenniferwinchester @crustycheeks @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @lyarr24 @suckitands33  @eliwinchester99 @yvonneeeee @igotmajordaddyissues @djs8891 @leigh70 @globetrotter28 @backseat-of-deans-67chevy

SPN: @hobby27

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester x you #dean x reader #dean x y/n #dean x you #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester fanfiction #spn reader insert #spn fanfiction #dean winchester x #dean x #spn #supernatural imagine #dean supernatural #supernatural #dean fluff #spn imagine #supernatural fanfiction

[sheepstiel]

#deancas #destiel #sheep poll

[kaleldobrev]

New Record

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dean and you set a new record

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Cursing (3x), Smut (P in V, Unprotected Sex), Fluff

Authors Note: Just a quickie 😉 | This is weirdly smutty but also weirdly extremely fluffy at the same time | 18+ only please | MDNI | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

You woke up in one of your favorite positions: being the little spoon to Dean. As usual in this position, his arms had an iron-like grip to them as he held you incredibly close to his chest. The top of your head was gently tucked underneath his chin; your legs messily intertwined with each other. The position felt safe, warm. Yours and his clothes from last night were still scattered haphazardly on the floor when the two of you had taken them off each other in a drunken haze like your lives depended on it. The kisses were sloppy, needy, bruising – you were pretty sure that he had left some marks on your skin; not that you minded.

You felt a slight shift as you felt Dean nuzzle even closer to you; something that you didn’t think was humanly possible but he somehow found a way. “Dean Winchester always finds a way.” He once told you. A soft kiss was placed on the top of your head, a second later he cleared his throat. “Morning beautiful.” He said lazily.

“Morning handsome.” You replied back as you slowly started to open your eyes. It was moments like these you were grateful that the Bunker didn’t have any sort of windows, as you knew that your eyes would have a hard time adjusting to the light. Not that you were particularly hung over, but you knew your eyes would be just a tad sensitive.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this.” He said, placing a delicate kiss on your bare shoulder.

“Hmmm… you say that every single morning.” You said.

“And I mean it, every single morning.” He stated, his comment making you smile. Despite how long you and Dean had been together, waking up next to you (especially waking up with you in his arms) was something that he knew that he would never possibly get tired of.

“And you’re not just saying that because I’m naked right now right?” You joked, your question making him chuckle.

“Well…” his hand started to travel down your body, finding it’s way to your ass and giving it a small smack.

“Fuck.” You mumbled.

“No, but…” the hand that was just on your ass started traveling again, but this time, his pointer finger briefly dipped inside of you, feeling your slightly wet pussy from behind. “It doesn’t hurt.” He whispered. “Last night wasn’t enough for you Princess?” He whispered again, but in your ear this time.

Due to the closeness, you had felt his slightly hard cock pressing into you; causing you to grin. “Apparently it wasn’t for you.”

“Do you blame me? Look at you.” He grinned too; trailing kisses down your jaw, to your neck, and finally stopping at your shoulder.

You turned around to face him, lifting your leg over his hip, giving him easy enough access to slip his cock inside of you if he really wanted to. It was something that he could easily do, as the tip was already touching your clit as soon as you hand swung your leg over. “Same goes for you.” You said, whispering. Without anymore hesitation, his hand wrapped around his cock, his tip teasing your entrance. “Dean…” You whispered.

“Yes baby?” He asked – like he didn’t know what he was doing. “What do you want?” He leaned in, inches away from your face.

“You.” Was all you said, which apparently was enough for him, because the next thing he did was slip his cock inside of you with one very swift movement while simultaneously kissing you. The kiss was hungry, needy; like this was the first time he had been kissing you in years, despite just the two of you making out and having sex only a few hours prior.

You moaned into the kiss, and you had wanted to say a string of profanities as soon as he slipped himself inside of you. Although not an unusual position for the two of you to have sex, you wanted more than anything to be on top. As if he could read your mind – which you were thankful that he couldn’t – he said, “On top. Now.” He practically demanded. In yet another very swift movement, you were now on top, which was easy considering the position that you had previously been in.

You were straddling him now, your hands were placed on his chest while his hands were gripping your hips. “So fucking beautiful.” He half whispered. You leaned down and kissed him, his pace starting to pick up a little now. Without breaking the kiss, Dean raised his body up, so now the two of you were in a kind of sitting position, embracing each other. His arms and hands were wrapped around you, your hands on either side of his face – easily, this was one of your favorite positions because of how intimate it was.

Dean broke away from your lips and started kissing down your jaw and neck again, stopping at your chest. Your head went back a little as he kissed the spot between your breasts, kissing and licking on and around your nipples, taking them in his mouth every so often. “Dean…fuck…” You couldn’t help but let out a very breathy moan. As you moaned these words, you could feel his lips turn into a kind of smirk. “So…close…”

“Already uh?” He asked, seeming amused. You nodded, not saying another word. As much as you had wanted to say something, you couldn’t possibly get any kind of words out. “Does my girl need to cum?”

“Yes.” You replied shakily. “Please.”

“Please?” His voice even more amused now. “So polite for me this morning.” He said, chuckling softly.

“Dean…please…” You looked at him, your eyes and voice begging.

“Alright Sweetheart, you can cum.” His voice was soft; one of his hands moving a strand of hair from your face.

“I love you.” You said, your nose slightly brushing against his.

“I love you more.” He replied. As soon as your lips crashed together, the both of you came.

“You know Sweetheart, I think that’s a new record.” Dean had said kissing the top of your head, giving your arm a slight squeeze with his hand as his arm was now wrapped around your shoulder.

“What is?” You asked, your finger tracing a small scar that he had below his ribs.

“A new record in making you cum.” He chuckled.

“Why am I not surprised?” You said, rolling your eyes.

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#dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #spn #supernatural #spn imagine #supernatural imagine #spn one shot #supernatural one shot #reader insert #female reader #dean x you #dean x reader

[ghostingssdeadlinee]

SFW ALPHABET - SAM WINCHESTER

Warnings: cursing, made some nsft jokes.

AN: he’s so girlfriend <3333

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s not very big on PDA, like hand holding and small kisses anywhere is great. But if you wanna make out just tug on his arm, go to a reserved era, and start kissing, could never say no too that.

In private tho, very much on quality time and physical touch, like sit on his lap while he’s researching and your read a book, or let him lay on your lap while he researches and you play with his hair, he’ll die.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Very caring, if you like something special he definitely looks it up so you two can talk about it.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Love it, mostly for sleeping. (Keeps the nightmares away)

I mean man’s massive so of course he’s going to be big spoon. But him laying on your chest/in the crevice of your neck, you talking about something you like or just your day, and you (again) playing with his hair. Melts.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Oh god, of course he wants to settle. Can’t because he constantly has to fight god and Lucifer and just every evil thing ever. But he’d want to more then anything.

Can’t really cook, I mean he knows some of the basics. He had to make food for him and dean once in a while.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

No :3 (didn’t feel like writing this sorrrryyy :333)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

With everything happening, with the apocalypse, it kind of slipped his mind. But once he remember? Oh hell yeah.

Probably like 2-4 years into the relationship.

(Wears the ring on a necklace around his neck)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Don’t get me wrong he’s a big boy and he can be violent, like I’m fighting or in *other* ways, but he’s so gentle with his partner.

Emotionally, can take a while to open up, but sometimes, late at night on especially after hunting nights, you’ll be awake, you on his lap, looking at his beautiful eyes and wiping his tears away as he talks about his past and current pain.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Love them.

After killing some monster, a long and tired yet tight hug.

Hello hugs, goodbye hugs. ‘I love you’ hugs. ‘Don’t worry I’ll come back’ hugs.

Hugs from behind, head onto of yours.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Honestly depends, but probably after you nearly died in a hunt.

“Sammy, I’m alright, I’ll probably get some scars but I’m okey.”

“… okey, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He knows you’ll shot it down the second someone tried to flirt with you. You’re loyal and he knows that.

But sometimes… a guy flirting a little bit to aggressively and won’t take the hint you spelled out too him?

He gets up behind you, death stares the guy, and arms around your waist.

“Oh hi Sammy :D!”

“Hey sweetheart, care to come back to me and dean?”

“Yeah-“

“tHeIr TaKeN, mAtE.” The creep says.

“Yeah, by me.”

If the creep still can’t take the hint, guess who has too get bailed out of jail the next morning! Wooho! Sam!

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

From him, on you:

mouth? Obviously. Quick or long make outs are both great. Speaking of making out? Weekly basis. Daylily if you’ll let it. (And if a case isn’t in the way)

Neck kisses? YES YES YES

Forehead. Protective !!!

Shoulders? Also protective!!!! A little ‘hi’ from behind.

From you, to him:

Neck kisses, instant puppy dog eyes.

Nose kisses, if you can reach that is, just. So sweet.

Forehead kisses, Again, if you can reach, so protected.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Really sweet, try’s his best, really wishes to be a dad some day.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Even if you didn’t fall asleep with him somewhat cuddled up with him, you will be.

Nearly always wake before you, probably back from his run. Mumbling about ‘breakfast’.

“Morning baby, you want breakfast?”

You, totally still half asleep, “… yeah.”

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Even if you are a night owl, if it’s hunting time, you’ll go to sleep first.

But if it’s just normal, he’ll have you lay on him. Kissing your head, watching tv till you both fall asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Definitely waits, he feels like if you knew everything maybe you’d see him for the freak he seems himself as.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Depends on if a hunt is going wrong or if he has a lot bubbling up. But I’d say he’s not very easily angered.

Well, unless someone talks shit about his family, including you. Their face will never look the same.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Really tires to remember everything. Wants to remember every single thing so that he can bring it up in conversation. So you know he’s listening.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Anytime you had anything like a mundane or normal life. Just cooking together? Shopping for groceries? Doing chores together? All his personal heaven.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He understands that you can protect yourself, you’re a hunter after all, but of course he still covers you whenever he cans.

Oh yeah, and chuck forbid something happens too you, everyone’s dead.

When he can, he cuddles you, hugs you, arms around you and head right on top of yours, walking around. Feeling like if anything would even try he could protect you.

I can see him thinking that he doesn’t need to be protected but saving his ass last minute will make him fall in love with you all over again.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dates? Tries too make them special when he can, but the best you could get on the road is probably just a movie marathon or a diner date with breakfast (and hopefully no dean)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Well, if we over look the demon blood thing, he definitely bites his nails.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Anything but his hair, he really doesn’t care for, well, of course he works out, needs to be fit for demon hunting but other then that he really doesn't care.

He really doesn’t like people cutting his hair, no hair stylist, not dear old dad (fucking John), not Dean, I think the only person, alive, he’d let cut his hair is you.

Hair holds memory’s and after losing so many people it just feel’s terrible having it cut. Like he’s forgetting them.

But with you it’s different, you want to braid his hair? Sure. Want to style it? Hmm okey. You think it look good a little shorter? Only for you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Definitely, sometimes he goes of on hunts alone and if he can’t at least hear your voice from a call or two, expect a very clingy Sam when he gets back.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Uses his puppy dog eyes to get anything he wants from you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I mean as long as your not a demon you’re okey??

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Always a long nap after a hunt with you, of course.

Doesn't have a sleep schedule but tries to get at least 4 hours of sleep.

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