#PA dean

[goldenraeofsun]

Day 23: Sleepless Nights

Dean 11:31 Hey sorry to text so soon But did you pick up an ID with my face on it after dinner?

Cas 11:39 No, but the restaurant called me a half hour ago. They found it while closing up, and they had my number on file from when I made the reservation.

Dean 11:42 Thank god

Cas 11:42 My apologies; I was going to leave you a message in the morning, as you mentioned needing to get up early. Also, what do you mean by “so soon”?

Dean 11:44 Dude Its been two hours since our date How soon do you consider too soon?

Cas 11:45 I’ve never given it much thought.

Dean 11:45 Seriously?

Cas 11:48 I text when it feels right. I don’t have a numerically-based system.

Dean 11:50 That’s insane.

Cas 11:51 Well, Dean, what’s your system, then?

Dean 11:52 24 hours minimum 1 week max unless they’re batshit Usually averages out to 3 days

Cas 11:57 What do you mean “batshit”?

Dean 11:57 You know Psychos Nut jobs One sandwich short of a picnic Dudes who say their spirit animal is Elon Musk

Cas 11:58 That’s an impressive array of synonyms, but it doesn’t actually give me much information.

Dean 11:58 Seriously??? Ok then Like, the guy who tried to pressure me into a threesome with his ex cause I’m bi Or the lady who practically drank a whole bottle of wine by herself and yelled at the waiter because he didn’t refill our bread basket

Cas 11:58 I see what you mean.

Dean 11:59 OR that guy who mentioned he was casually into cannibalism??? Who the hell drops that on a first date. Glenn Close wannabes, that’s who

Cas 12:00 I’m astounded you had that many bad first dates.

Dean 12:01 Those are only from this year!

Cas 12:01 That sounds horrendous.

Dean 12:02 Heh. Cannibal guy gave good head, so there’s that. Dude knew his way around some man meat, if you know what I mean

Cas 12:02 Unfortunately, I do. Excuse me while I wait a full week to text you ever again.

Dean 12:03 C’mon, I didn’t even tell you about my worst first date!

Dean 12:14 Cas?

Cas 12:18 Go on.

Dean 12:18 Thank fuck, I thought I actually scared you off

Cas 12:18 Despite appearances, I don’t scare easily.

Dean 12:19 For a nerdy dude in a trench coat, you’re made of pretty stern stuff, I’ll give you that

Cas 12:21 Thank you?

Dean 12:26 Don’t mention it ANYWAY worst first date in the history of first dates: The setting: Los Angeles, California, August 2017 Our hero, the dashingly handsome PA, Dean Winchester, has a date with a slightly less-attractive but still stunning guest star from episode 24 of Dr. Sexy, MD who will die three episodes later from a cerebrovascular infection of her spinal cord.

Cas 12:27 Technically, doctors should only use “Dr” or “MD”, not both. And that diagnosis makes absolutely no sense.

Dean 12:28 Shhh DSM had to let go their medical expert due to budget cuts in the 15th season

Cas 12:28 I cannot believe the abbreviation for that show is DSM.

Dean 12:28 Huh?

Cas 12:31 In the medical community, whenever you hear DSM, they’re almost always referring to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders.

Dean 12:34 Hahahahaha Maybe I should buy a copy for the set Then they’ll get SOMETHING right

Cas 12:34 I hardly ever call any case hopeless, but in this case, I might make an exception.

Dean 12:36 Yeah that checks out But nobody watches DSM for the medicine The other stuffs the compelling bits

Cas 12:37 They'd better not be. It's a gross misrepresentation of the medical system. Firstly, their sterile fields leave much to be desired. I had to pause in the middle of the intubation scene.

Dean 12:42 Hold on You actually watched DSM??

Cas 12:44 Of course. You mentioned you worked on the show when we met. I'd be a poor date if I hadn't watched at least an episode. 

Dean 12:44 Oh my god you did homework for our date tonight??? You're such a nerd

Cas 12:45 Dr. Nerd, MD, actually.

Dean 12:46 Ha! You're still Dr Sexy to me

Dean 12:46 Shit that was the stupidest thing I've ever sent. Forget I wrote that. 

Cas 12:47 I think it's flattering :D

Dean 12:48 Thank fuck

Cas 12:52 It wasn't only to prepare for our date. You obviously care a lot about the show, so if I couldn't stand it, I figured it would be a good indicator of our compatibility. 

Dean 12:55 Holy shit. I never thought about it like that I used to tell people it was a guilty pleasure

Cas 12:56 What changed?

Dean 12:57 I got the job on set and everyone there doesn’t treat it like a dirty little secret Sure they know its stupid and shit, but it’s fun, stupid shit

Cas 1:00 I’m glad you like your job.

Dean 1:00 You don’t?

Cas 1:11 I like the mission of my job. But some days the death, pain, and petty workplace grievances make me question my choice. I chose emergency medicine because I was under the impression it required fewer people skills. I thought I would see more acute cases of broken bones, gunshots, burns, etc. But these days, half of my patients use ER doctors as their primary physicians because they can’t afford regular doctor visits for their chronic conditions. I even have a few “regulars”, which I never anticipated having.

Dean 1:12 Damn That sounds brutal

Cas 1:13 Not to mention my hundred thousand dollars of student loan debt.

Dean 1:13 Jesus Sammy’s in the same boat between undergrad and law school

Cas 1:14 But not you?

Dean 1:20 I never went to college

Cas 1:20 Good.

Dean 1:23 What?

Cas 1:25 It seems you didn’t waste your money or time, as you’re in a profession that makes you happy and supports a lifestyle you’re making work.

Dean 1:25 I guess so. I just never figured you’d be all aboard the high school drop out train

Cas 1:31 Usually no, not unless the person has a clear path ahead of what they would like to do instead. My brother transferred from a prestigious liberal arts college to a trade school for plumbers, and he has had no greater joy explaining to my uptight parents the latest thing he pulled out from a client’s septic tank.

Dean 1:32 He sounds like a riot

Cas 1:33

He also makes a killing. Apparently an equal number of people need doctors as plumbers, to my parents’ great chagrin.

Dean 1:33 I like him already

Cas 1:35 You’ll like him until he short sheets your bed and locks you in the wine cellar during dessert so he gets the whole Black Forest gateau to himself.

Dean 1:36 That’s HILARIOUS

Cas 1:38 I almost wet myself, Dean.

Dean 1:38 And you think that makes it less funny???

Cas 1:43 I should have known older brothers would take each others’ side.

Dean 1:44 Damn right It’s in the big brother handbook

Cas 1:49 Did you terrorize Sam too?

Dean 1:52 No And whatever he tells you about itching powder, a farting donkey, and superglue is totally a lie

Cas 1:53 Never mind. I don’t even want to know.

Dean 1:58 Yeah, nobody came out the winner that time Sammy always gave as good as he got though But you seem like the kind of goody two shoes who wouldn’t get your big brother back like he deserved

Cas 2:03 I was worse as a child. It didn’t help that Gabe had an almost preternatural ability to anticipate retaliation. My choices of pranks were never particularly inventive, so he saw them coming from a mile away.

Dean 2:04 So Gabe is a plumber with a sweet tooth?

Cas 2:05 Yes?

Dean 2:06 You got any other ammo on him?

Cas 2:07 He also has an extensive porn collection of vintage Casa Erotica VHS and goes to some annual pornography convention in Vegas. My parents didn’t cut him off for dropping out of college because they were well aware of his alternative and, in their mind, Gabe chose the lesser of two evils.

Dean 2:11 Holy shit, Cas That’s what you LEAD with

Cas 2:12 Excuse me?

Dean 2:19 Next time you’re at his place, you’re gonna swap out half those VHS for Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood or Nut Cracker or a Nova documentary Just total boner-killers. He won’t see it coming. Heh Literally

Cas 2:20 Truly?

Dean 2:22 I don’t see why he would

Cas 2:23 Thank you. I might actually take your suggestion.

Dean 2:25 Do it! And then tell me how it goes. Sammy’s all the way in Seattle, so we haven’t had a real prank war in too long.

Cas 2:27 Aren’t you a little old for such childish behavior?

Dean 2:30 You’re older than I am!

Cas 2:31 I’m making up for lost time.

Dean 2:32 You’re unbelievable. Alright, Marcia, if you want to play it that way See if I help you when Gabe hides your stethoscope or dyes your white coat pink in retaliation

Cas 2:35 … he dyed it bright yellow, actually.

Dean 2:36 HAHAHAHAH

Cas 2:37 I looked like a YIELD sign.

Dean: 2:39 Please tell me you have pictures

Cas 2:43 I do, actually. IMG_215

Dean 2:44 What’s with the black stripes?

Cas 2:45 I added the stripes for Halloween last year. I was a bumblebee.

Dean 2:46 Damn Not even a sexy bumblebee?

Cas 2:49 Ah, but you can’t see what’s under my doctor’s coat.

Dean 2:50 An even smaller bumblebee costume?

Cas 2:52 No…

Dean 2:53 Don’t do this to me Lingerie?

Cas 2:55 I wore SCRUBS, Dean, because I am a medical professional.

Dean 2:58 You’re such an ass What are you doing this year?

Cas 2:58 I was thinking of wearing my usual coat and scrubs.

Dean 3:01 Booooo

Cas 3:02 What are you going as, then?

Dean 3:05 A cowboy! Tenth year in a row, baby. If it ain’t broke, yadda yadda yadda

Cas 3:06 But, having recently seen a new medical show, I was thinking of adding cowboy boots to my standard getup.

Dean 3:08 No way

Cas 3:08 Do you by chance have a spare pair I could borrow for Halloween?

Dean 3:10 Hell yes I do! But Shit, I have a 5am call time tomorrow Today? Fuck. I think I have to cut his convo short

Cas 3:11 Oh dear My apologies for keeping you so late! :o

Dean 3:14 Not your fault at all dude

Cas 3:15 I never even heard the story of your worst first date!

Dean 3:18 How about I tell you over dinner Friday? 7PM work with you? You chose the place last time, so I’ll pick this one

Cas 3:18 It’s a date :D

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[jadegr8]

So cuz it's Jan 24 I decided to rewatch my favorite Dean episode today which is "Hollywood Babylon" from S2 and now have some PA!Dean Screencaps for your soul

Such a film nerd <3

That smile :)

The food here is fucking delicious

You're one hell of a PA

#yes sorry I'm obsessed #and in MY timezone it's still the 24th #I love this episode #also the way they break the fourth wall with that Gilmore Girls comment 😙👌 #PA!Dean #PA!Dean my beloved #he feels like part of the team <3 #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #2x18 #happy birthday dean you nerd #stuff

[wayward-dreamer]

Before You Know It

Square/s Filled: Filming sex - @spnkinkbingo​ / Doggystyle - @supernatural-jackles​ Tell Me A Story Bingo

Pairing: Dean Smith x Female!Reader

Word count: 2,700

Summary: Dean has to leave for a business trip in London, giving Y/N the idea of making sure he has something to keep him satisfied while he's away.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, smut: dirty talk, d/s elements, filming sex, restraints, oral sex (female receiving), spanking, hair pulling, daddy kink, doggystyle, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), more fluff.

A/N: So excited to bring this time stamp of Love On The 26th Floor to y'all! There might be a couple more in the works ;) Happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my love @evergreencowboy​.

Y/N’s black heels clicked against the wooden floorboards as she walked out of the elevator, turning the corner of the foyer and into the apartment. She yawned as she made her way through the penthouse, dropping her purse on the table of the breakfast nook before continuing into the bedroom. She went straight into the bathroom, washing her hands and wiping them on the soft white towel, placing it back on the rack before she sauntered into the walk-in closet. It had been a long day at work, her new job as a publishing assistant kicking her ass on a daily basis, but she enjoyed every second of it. Of course she missed working at Smith Construction for the main reason of extended lunches with Dean, but she was happy to be doing what she loved, finally.

As she slipped out of her five-inch patent leather pumps, she removed her earrings and bracelet, her ears perking up as she heard loud footsteps echoing in the hallway towards the room. She smiled as Dean appeared in the threshold to the closet, their eyes meeting in the mirror.

“What are you doing home so early?” she asked, as he walked over to her. It was just about to turn 6pm, and he had been working late in the past few weeks, so she was surprised to see him. His arms immediately wrapped around her waist as he reached her, his lips on her neck, causing a content sigh to leave her as her eyes fluttered closed.

“Gotta start packing for London,” he replied, his voice deep but flat, his head lifting up to frown at her in the mirror.

Her facial expression matched his as she whined, turning around in his arms, draping hers around his neck. “I don’t want you to go.”

“Duty calls, sweetheart,” he muttered, nuzzling his nose against hers as his green orbs stared into hers. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

She scoffed; her eyes wide as she looked up at him. “Two weeks! That’s longer than other trips.”

“I know,” he sighed heavily, but he smirked as a thought came to him, “but I’ll make it up to you when I get back.”

She hummed, leaning up and kissing him softly, lingering a little longer to imply it was already heading somewhere. “Unless… there’s something we can do now so we don’t miss each other too much…”

“Like what?” he asked, the timbre of his voice deep and husky as his eyes darkened.

Y/N smiled mischievously as she stepped back slightly, her hands reaching up to loosen his tie. He pulled it off and threw it on the floor as her fingers plucked at the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off him along with his suit jacket as their eyes were locked on each other. Her hands skimmed over the smooth skin of his chest, his lingering gaze causing her to bite her lip.

“Wait for me,” she stated, nudging her chin towards the bedroom.

Dean lifted an eyebrow in curiosity as he stepped back, turning away from her as he made his way into the other room. She quickly stripped out of her work clothes, leaving her black thigh-high stockings on as she walked over to another set of drawers. She opened the top one, taking out a sexier, black, lacy push up bra and quickly snapping the clasp behind her back, pulling on the matching thong to complete the set. She fluffed her hair as she looked at herself in the mirror, walking out of the closet to the bedroom.

She smiled as she saw Dean sitting on the bed, his elbows pressed into the mattress under him as he propped himself up, a wide grin appearing on his face as he saw her. He quickly stood up and met her halfway, but she stopped him as she pressed her fist into his torso. She winked as he looked confused, reaching into his back pocket for his personal cell and walking over to the table in the corner of the room, near the armchair next to the large, floor-to-ceiling window. She propped it up against the lamp, pointed the camera towards the bed and switched to video mode, pressing the red button and seeing it start to record before she joined him.

“So you have something to keep you satisfied in London,” she whispered against his lips.

He groaned in approval as he leaned down, pressing a searing kiss to her mouth as he pulled her close, their hands roughly grabbing at each other’s bodies. He groaned again as her nails scraped against his skin, a slight sting against his flesh as she reached for his belt. He grabbed her wrists, his eyes dark as he glared down at her.

“I’m the one who’s always in control, sweetheart,” he husked, sternly. “I thought you knew that by now. Unless you need a reminder…”

Dean’s hands fell down to her waist, swiftly pushing her down on the bed. She squeaked as her face pressed into the sheets, a pleasured smile pulling at her lips as she heard the clink of his belt. She moaned softly as he reached forward and wrapped the leather around her wrists, clasping the belt as he slid her arms out in front of her.

“On your knees,” he ordered, smirking down at her.

Y/N pushed up on her knees as she spread her legs, her hands gripping the sheets as she held herself up on her elbows. She glanced at the phone and saw him behind her as it recorded, causing a shiver ran down her back, exciting her. She hummed softly as his hands roamed over her thighs, his fingers pressing into her flesh before they pulled her thong aside, as the bed dipped slightly. She gasped as she felt his tongue lick a long stripe against her folds, her forehead pressing into the bed as he repeated the action.

He grinned as he pulled back briefly, his fingers pressing into the globes of her ass as he continued, his skilled muscle moving from her clit to her entrance, groaning as her arousal grew over his tongue. He teased her heat, causing a loud whimper to leave her as he entered her slowly, feeling her clench around him.

“Always taste so fucking good, gorgeous,” he muttered as he pulled back, kissing the back of her thigh. “Love feeling my mouth on you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped, breathing heavily.

He growled as he squeezed the left cheek, a soft moan leaving her, making him smirk wickedly. “Yes what?”

She bit her lip as she took a deep breath, feeling the muscles in her stomach clench from the thrill coursing through her. “Yes, sir.”

“Good, but not quite,” he muttered, before he leaned back down, “I think you really do need reminding…”

She let out a loud, strangled whimper as he continued to lick at her folds, moving between her bundle of nerves and her tight channel, letting the tip of his tongue tease her repeatedly. He was like a man starved, holding her hips tight in his hands, squeezing her flesh and adding another level of pleasure to his ministrations. Just as she felt the familiar tightening in her core, however, he pulled away. She whined at the loss of his touch, knowing she was close to her release. He ran his hand over the soft skin, raising it, before bringing it down hard on the right globe.

“Fuck,” she moaned, loudly as she tried to glance back at him.

“Gonna spank this ass raw, so you don’t forget who you belong to, sweetheart,” he growled, gripping the left globe harshly. “So you remember that even in these two weeks, you’re still mine.”

He raised his other hand and brought it down, causing her squeal as she felt the heat from the impact. A smile pulled at her lips as she felt the sensation course through her, another moan escaping her as he repeated the action, a little harder than before.

“You’re mine, aren’t you, baby girl?” he asked, his voice laced with a sensual timbre.

“Y-Yes, s-sir,” she stuttered, nodding frantically.

Smack! “Try again.”

“Yes…” she started, but her mind was foggy, too overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling already.

Smack! “Yes what, Y/N?” he asked, a dark chuckle leaving him as he stared down at her.

Biting her lip as she tried not to smile at that sound, she knew what he wanted. She practically screamed as he lifted his hand again, cracking it against her right cheek, squeezing the flesh to make the sting last. She moaned wantonly as he repeated the same action across the left, the words he wanted to hear at the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t help but keep them to herself, wanting to feel more of the euphoric pain. He growled as he knew what she was doing, leading him to push his hips against her, making her feel his hard cock pressing against her through the fabric of his trousers.

“That’s what you really want, isn’t it, gorgeous?” he asked, pressing himself further into her, her arousal no doubt staining the material.

She nodded. “Yes…”

“Then you know how to finish that, Y/N,” he stated, his voice deep and rough. He raised his hand once more, a whimper escaping her as she felt it against her left cheek, a smirk growing across face. “So let me ask you again… yes what?”

She breathed heavily, her eyes glancing at their image in the video, making her smile wickedly. “Yes, daddy.”

Smack! “Good girl,” he praised, soothing the sting with his softer touch.

She moaned softly at the term of endearment, relishing in the feel of his hands on her hips, lightly running over the goosebumps that appeared on her skin. Dean pulled back slightly, kicking off his shoes and socks before ridding himself of his pants and boxers. His knees pressed into the mattress as he moved behind her, taking hold of his shaft and lightly running over her folds, causing her to shift back against him.

“Patience, baby girl,” he muttered, placing a hand to the small of her back to keep her from moving.

He lined himself to her tight heat, and in a swift motion of his hips, sank deep into her. She pressed her forehead against the bed as she felt him, her walls completely sheathing his cock. He gripped her hips tight in his hands as he began to thrust into her, hard and fast, just the way she preferred. She moaned loudly, lifting her head to catch a glimpse of the video as it continued to film. Dean leaned over her, wrapping the strands of her hair around his hand and tugging hard, causing her a pleasured yelp to leave her.

“Such a good girl for me, sweetheart, taking my cock so fucking well,” he groaned, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hip. “Feels so fucking perfect, so tight and wet.”

“Feels so good, daddy,” she whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut. “Love the way you fuck me, so deep inside me, so hard…”

“Love the way daddy’s cock feels, don’t you, baby girl?” he asked, smirking as he looked down at her.

“Yeah,” she panted, breathlessly. “Right there, so-so good.”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, throwing his head back. He could feel her clenching tight around him with each thrust, only making his movement more frenzied.

Dean’s arms slid under her, slightly lifting her up so that her back was a little upright, enough so that he could lean against her. She still sat on her knees, his hips smacking against hers as he pounded into her. His lips brushed against the shell of her ear as he tugged on her hair once more, making her look at their bodies moving on the screen across from the bed.

“You’re gonna remember how good daddy made you feel while he’s away, aren’t you, gorgeous?” he asked, his voice low and husky in her ear.

“Yes, daddy,” she replied, moaning softly.

He pressed a kiss to her hairline, smirking as he looked at her. “But even when you remember you’re gonna be a good girl, right?”

She nodded frantically. “Yes, daddy.”

“So that means…” he started, pulling her hips back against his pelvis, their skin smacking against each other’s as he relentlessly thrust into her, “no matter how much you want to, how much you need to as you think about daddy fucking you just like this… you’re not gonna touch yourself, baby girl.”

She cried out as she felt that familiar sensation in her core, the coil tightening and ready to snap at any moment. She turned her head slightly to look back at him, moaning as she saw the look in his eyes, a playful smirk pulling at his lips.

“Tell me you’re gonna be a good girl, Y/N,” he ordered, lightly nipping at her ear lobe.

“I’m… I’m gonna be a good girl,” she rasped, trying to lean her weight back on him.

He clicked his tongue, holding her still. “You’re not gonna touch this pussy until daddy gets back. Say it.”

“I’m not gonna touch my pussy until daddy gets back,” she repeated, breathing heavily.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he groaned, pressing a kiss to the back of her ear. “Such a good girl for me…”

Without missing a beat, he thrusted harder into her, moving deeper within her as a loud moan shredded her voice, her eyes shutting tightly as felt the tip of his cock hitting the edge of her cervix. Her walls contracted around him as he pushed her down on the bed again, her hands fisting the sheets tight in her grasp. His hips were unrelenting as he felt how close he was too, but he wanted her to get to the edge first. She moaned his name as she felt her core tighten, reaching her climax instantly as her slick covered his cock, loud cries of pleasure repeatedly falling from her lips. He slammed into her a few more times, before a deep, rasping moan escaped him, ropes of his seed coating her walls.

“Fuckkk,” he groaned, his eyes closed as he basked in the bliss from his release.

Dean slowly pulled out, a soft hiss leaving Y/N as she lazily dropped her whole body down onto the mattress. He quickly walked over to the table across the room, and picked up his phone, turning off the recording. Curiosity got the better of him, and he dragged the video across, watching the fast stills of their session move past on the screen. He couldn’t wait to watch it back completely, once he was away.

He placed the phone on the nightstand and moved over to Y/N, gently removing the belt from her hands. He pulled her close, smiling softly as her eyes fluttered open and met his, as she beamed up at him.

“No chance you’re gonna send that to me?” she asked, a cheeky glint in her eyes.

“So you can break the rules? I don’t think so,” he replied, softly pecking her lips.

She sighed, dramatically falling into his arms. “Fine.”

His hands slid down the sides of her smooth torso, his fingers nimbly running over her skin, tickling her. She squealed and giggled, causing a hearty chuckle to erupt from him. He held her close, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, reminding himself how lucky he was to have her.

“What do you say we clean up and then go out for dinner?” he asked, glancing down at her. “I can pack later.”

“Okay,” she muttered, smiling as she leaned up and kissed him, passionately.

Taking his hand in hers, Y/N led him into the bathroom. They both freshened up before getting dressed for a nice dinner, their hands still intertwined as they left the apartment. She barely let go for the rest of the night, wanting to be as close to him as possible before he had to leave for his business trip.

But she reassured herself that he would be back before she knew it.

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[zmediaoutlet]

Hi, kind of a random ask… but I’ve been thinking about how Jensen has been pegged as the soft pretty boy on TV shows, and therefore is put in situations women are usually put in because of his type of good looks. Ie: dark angel. And him saying on a podcast that when he joined that show the cast and crew knew he was being brought in to be “window dressing.” of course this is not every roll he’s been in, but there are… nuances… I’ll just leave this here, bye!

You're right to say it, anon, and I appreciate you dropping this and running. The strange affect of the creature that is Jensen Ackles On Camera is like 87% of why spn fandom created the omegaverse -- it's why people can't stop arguing about bi!Dean -- it's why it's interesting for me to talk about Deanna -- it's why the FHoW gets so alarmingly intense -- it's why my whole tag #dean as object exists -- it's why I've started using another tag, #ceci n'est pas un actor, a la the Treachery of Images, because there just is something about the quality of a filmed Jensen Ackles. Everyone's favorite spn critic Sheila Whatsit writes about this at length but anyone with eyes can see it. Also why so much professional criticism/reviews feel free to talk about his looks so baldly, in language that would get them hit with misogynist accusations if he were really Jensenina.

Dude radiates this vibe that he can be done unto, that he's for looking at, and it is just truly five-alarm AH! when the camera treats him that way. Extremely distinct from how the camera treats Sam. Which also makes me feel some kinda way. (Especially when that can be drawn out in his own awareness of that effect, either with Dean or with fic-Jensen who I do try to keep as distinct as possible from real life Jensen who I hope never googles himself. Talk about the treachery of images, oof.)

#answers #jensen ackles #he's just very fuckable is the point of this answer #yet with an essential core of steel looking out #judging you for making that assessment; knowing you'll make it anyway and he just has to live with it #this has BARELY changed now that he's in his 40s #delish #dean as object #ceci n'est pas un actor

[angelsdean]

dean got picked last in gym class every time bc he was always the new kid and everyone already had their little friend groups and he never talked to anyone and always looked grumpy so kids were scared of him and the soles of his sneakers were always peeling off and and-- well don’t anyone talk 2 me for the next while, i need to lie down 

#sorry this was prompted by the PA!dean screenshot bc....he always wanted to be part of a TEAM 😭 #he was never first pick no one ever wanted the weird grumpy new kid on their team and he pretended not to care but. it hurt #yeah. feeling unwell #vic.txt

[samdeancrimespree]

thinking about sam and dean trying to pass the time on their endless road trip of a childhood. because half the time, there weren’t even enough cars to play license plate games, and there’s only so much i-spy you can play when the only thing around is trees or fields. so they would sit in the backseat together and look at the maps dad doesn’t need for navigating and giggle at weird place names. sam’s favourite was boring, oregon and dean’s favourite was hazard, connecticut.

#deans Other fave was intercourse PA #but he didn’t want to explain to sammy why he found it funny #i just think they’re cute #weechesters #pre series #hc #mars.txt

[dance-world]

Stella Byers and Lucas van Rensburg - photo by Dean Barucija    

#Stella Byers #lucas van rensburg #dean barucija #pickled thoughtz #pas de deux #dance #ballet #ballerina #ballerino #dancer #danseur #bailarín

[sosoawayrpg]

mods, quando é que termina o AU?

Só oficializando o fim do AU. Quem quiser responder em flashback, ainda pode. E lembrando que estamos nessa época de Tão Tão Distante: plot ativo de natal.

#mod dean (ela/dela) #é pavê ou pa cumê?

[pastlight]

today was... for them

#Dean is gonna fuck shit up in Great League pvp #pas post #destiel meltdown 2020

[infinitecakes]

just like in the movies |  Teen  |  3,516 words

Written by s7jacket | Inspired by Prompt 011 Movie Set PA!Dean by becky s7jacket

Movie Set PA Dean is one of the best in the business. He loves his job, can think on his feet and is a great team player. The latest movie he’s working on stars one Castiel Novak, a handsome but notoriously reclusive actor who is known for taking on incredibly serious roles. Dean is assigned to bring Castiel to set on day one and they hit it off straight away.

This work was created for the Dean/Cas Infinite Cakes challenge! If you’d like to take part in the challenge, come check out the rules and requirements, and sign up any time 🍰

#deancas fic #destiel fic #fluff #meet-cute #author: s7jacket #prompt id: prompt 011 movie set pa!dean #infinite cakes challenge

[fitia]

Nooooon le pilote de Supernatural est pas du tout représentatif de la série 😭😭😭 Regarde l'épisode 2 au moins 😭 !! En plus il me semble que c'est un mec qui meurt xD

UN mec contre les TROIS femmes qui sont mortes dans le premier épisode??? C'est pas rassurant

#silvermadara #Ask #En plus l'histoire elle m'intéresse pas trop et Dean il m'énerve donc. ouais je crois pas que je vais continuer mdr

[dont-justdont]

my new favorite supernatural interaction has got to be :

dean: what's a pa? (personal assistant in a movie/tv crew)

sam : i think they're kind of like slaves.

#istg i loved that episode dean being a good pa and enjoying working on a tv aet has got to be the cutest thing ive ever seen #supernatural #s2e18

[erinharvelle]

Dean Winchester deserved a Buffy Season 6

#dean winchester #btvs #supernatural #not the resurrection after heaven thing #but the learning how to want to live again pa

[michael-j-dean]

Hollywood Universal Wilkinsburg Pa Musicology Technology Filmoligy Hollywood Universal Motion Pictures BlazeProductionsEntermentMusicFilmPubishingGroup.Com

#Hollywood Universal Motion Pictures Wilkinsburg Pa Where Unknown Actresses Actors Models Artists Are Created By Michael J Dean Mable Gray ™

[lordservilo]

#avatars 200x320 #rpg ressources #actors #television #movies #dean winchester #jensen ackles #libre service #graphisme #supernatural #spn #ne pas retirer les crédits merci #rpg #forum rpg

[phoward89]

Based on this ask

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is his own warning, manipulation, Dark!Coriolanus Snow, Gave Coriolanus Snow a middle name for the sake of the last scene in the story

Growing up, it was always Coriolanus, Sejanus, and you. You three were always friends. And then one day, Sejanus started to see you as more than a friend and admitted his crush on you, which caused you to become a couple. But while you two were navigating your blossoming feeling for each other, you remained close friends with Coryo.

Maybe too close, considering you did some things with him that you probably should've done with Sejanus…

In fact, Coriolanus was both your best friend and Sejanus' best friend. Which was both weird and awkward when it came to couple fights, since both you and Sejanus would run to Coryo with your problems about each other. The blonde boy always took your side though.

ALWAYS

But maybe that was because of how he felt for you…

And when Coriolanus was caught cheating to save Lucy Gray, who both you and Sejanus thinks he fell for (if you only knew who Coriolanus truly loved, you'd shit a brick), and sentenced to serve 20 years as a Peacekeeper, well your boyfriend, Sejanus, decided to enlist and go with him. That was a hard pill to swallow, but at least you're able to say your goodbyes to Sej. With Coryo, well, he was carted off after Dean Highbottom gave him his sentence. It was a damn miracle that Strabo Plinth, Sejanus' Pa, was able to find out what happened to Coriolanus and where he was being sent to.

So, now, you're all alone. Well, not exactly since you do have your mother, Sejanus’ Ma, and the Snow's (Grandma'am and Tigris). But the fact was that you felt like you're alone. Your older brother's a peacekeeper that’s an officer in 12 and he promised you that he'd look out for your boys. For your best friend, Coryo, and your fiance (yes, Sejanus asked you to wait for him and gave you a ring).

You write to them all the time, call them whenever you can too. And every time the phone rings, you run to it like you're in a marathon (your mother just rolls her eyes at you and puffs on her cigarette from her spot on the tattered sofa) to talk to whichever boy was able to call. Sometimes it's your brother calling; he usually teased you for the deflated tone he gets whenever you always tell him, “Oh, Rein, it's just you.”

Coriolanus was packing up his things, Sejanus' things too, since he was leaving. Headed to District 2 for Officer training. He figured that he'd hold onto his friend’s things until he was able to return to the Capitol to give them back to the Plinths. There was also a trinket in Sejanus' lockbox that you have him; Coryo knew he'd have to give that back too.

“Snow, I haven't told my sister about Plinth yet.” A voice rang out in the barracks accompanied by the sound of boots heavily hitting the floor.

Standing up and turning to look at your older brother, Rein, Coriolanus knowingly told him, “You want me to do it.”

“You're her best friend; was also best friends with Plinth, so I think the news about what happened should come from you.”

The platinum blonde nodded. “I'll tell her once I'm settled in 2; have a chance to use the phone.”

“They were engaged, you know.” Rein told your best friend, to point out how serious things were with you and Sejanus; how serious everything is now surrounding the topic of his death.

Coriolanus did know that, and he hated that. He hates how Sejanus slipped a ring on your finger; convinced you to wait 20 whole fucking years for him.

“Yes, I know.”

“Just, let her down gently about this. You're her best friend; you know how much he meant to her.”

“I'll do everything in my power to help her during her grieving period, you have my word.” Coriolanus assured your brother. And he meant it to, he was going to do everything in his power to help you; make you move on.

It turns out that Coriolanus didn't get sent to District 2 for officers training after all, but sent back to the Capitol. Well, he was actually summoned back by Dr. Gaul herself. He had a private meeting with her and learned he was being honorably discharged and that Strabo Plinth was making him his heir all in the wake of Sejanus death. All because he sided with the Capitol, turned in his best friend as a traitor to the nation.

But, was Sejanus truly his best friend? No, not really. Now, you on the other hand…you're his real best friend. Oh, and you're also the girl he's going to marry now that your pesky fiance's out of the way.

So, after his meeting with Dr. Gaul, Coriolanus went straight to your apartment- on the 8th floor of his Corso building.

He hopes that your mother won't answer. Coriolanus doesn't particularly care for Helenium. Doesn't respect her despite the fact that she's your mother. Much to his relief, then the door opened you're the one standing in the threshold.

“Coryo! You're back?” You exclaim, jumping him and wrapping your arms tightly around his tall, sinewy body- as if he'll disappear if you don't hold him.

Coryo found himself relaxing in your arms as he wrapped his around you; pulling you tighter against him. He buried his nose in your hair, inhaling the smell of vanilla and…oh yes, how fitting, roses. Seems like in his absence you've missed him so much that you bought a new shampoo to remind him of you.

Don't even try telling him that Sejanus bought it for you before he left. He won't believe it. He's such a narcissist, obsessive, possessive bastard that Coryo will believe his own delusions before your truth.

Better get used to that, cause you're in it for the long haul now…

“Yea, I'm back, darling.” Coryo replied, relishing in your intoxicating scent. A scent that he'll have by his side for the rest of his life now.

Pulling back slightly and looking up at him hopefully, you ask, “Is Sej with you?”

Coriolanus' face fell (an act, feigning sadness- but you didn't know that) and he told you, “I'm so sorry, darling, but he's gone.”

“What do you mean ‘he’s gone’, Coryo?” You asked, desperately hoping that he didn't mean what you thought he meant. That your fiance wa-asnt dead…

“Y/N, little dove, maybe we should go inside; sit down.”

And that's when you knew what he meant by ‘hes gone’. Sejanus was dead and Coriolanus was at your door delivering the news because it'd be best if it came from him. Your best friend, Sejanus’ best friend, the man who understood how this would break you.

“No! No-no-no! No…” You cried. “He can't be dead, Coryo. I was gonna wait for him- he can't be dead! He promised me…”

“Shh…” Coryo wrapped his long arms around you, pulling you tightly to his chest; letting your tears stain his grey dress uniform. “I got you, baby. I got you.” He softly whispered.

You didn't even notice the new endearment that he just used for you. No, you’re too caught up in your grief that it went right over your head.

But now Coriolanus Snow, new heir to the Plinth fortune (unknown to you) is calling you baby. His baby. Oh, how you don't even stand a chance. He's already got you stuck in his web, the name baby is just the beginning.

Coryo's been wiggling his way into your life under the guise of being your shoulder to cry on. He claims that the two of you can grieve together, since the both of you loved Sejanus in your own ways. You as a lover and him as a brother.

Yea…

Coriolanus loved Sejanus like a brother alright…

Like Cain loved Abel!

The more time you spent with the platinum blonde the more you grew dependent on him- emotionally. But you weren't aware that Coryo's become your emotional support animal.

No…

But your mother, well she noticed. She noticed and she doesn't like it. Doesn't think it's appropriate.

No…

Not with how you spend more nights with Coriolanus in his Penthouse then in your own 8th floor Corso apartment, or how you hang on every word; every move the platinum blonde man makes. No, your mother thinks you shouldn't be so dependent on the angelic looking devil.

But your mother's never liked Coryo. She's always had a bad feeling about him. The fact that he both looked and acted like his late father, General Crassus Snow, unnerved her. Made your mother dislike him; perhaps even fear for your soul when you're around him.

So, one day when you walk thru the door of your mother's apartment, Coriolanus right behind you with a couple of shopping bags in his hand (he'd taken you on a shopping spree to get a few things for the upcoming fall semester of the University. Yes, he convinced Strabo to pay for your tuition as well as his.) she rounded on you, not holding back her shame, displeasure, and disappointment.

“How can you just galavant around with the devil himself when you should be mourning? Mourning the very man that Peacekeeper Pete over here prolly had a hand in stringing up!” Your mother shrieked, waving her cigarette holder in your face as Coriolanus kicked the door shut behind you both with the heel of his black floor shines.

“Mother…” You heavily trailed off, feeling guilt start to weigh on your chest. What would Sejanus think right now if he saw you, only a couple months after his death, seemingly moving on with his best friend?

For fuck’s sake, you took off your ring last night, stayed the night with Coryo in his bed, fucked him too.

Gosh…you're such a bad person, aren't you?

And Coryo…taking on the burden of loving you can't be easy. Trying to fulfill some duty to his best friend. But your mother's accusing words- claiming that he had a hand in Sej’s death, hurt worse than if she would've stabbed your eyeball out with a fork.

Coriolanus' icy eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. He appeared at your side, shoving the bags into your hands, only to seethe, “Don't you dare shame us for healing and finding a shred of happiness during our horrible time, Helenium. We both loved Sejanus; both lost him.”

“Oh, yes, I can see that you're healing just fine. Is rolling around in the sheets apart of that healing process too? And don't deny it, my daughter wouldn't be so far up your ass and spending night after night at that penthouse of yours unless you're giving her a dicking.”

Your lips quivered and you started to cry. A down right ugly cry full of guilt. Your mother's words cut you right to the bone like a sharp blade.

Coriolanus, seeing you crying your beautiful eyes out, decided then and there to take you away from your mother's apartment.

Forever.

“You’ve gone too far, Helenium. Saying such vile things.” Coriolanus icily told your mother. Wrapping his arms around you, pulling you protectively into his chest, he tenderly told you, “You're coming with me, my darling. I'm not going to stand for you living in such hostile conditions with you mother.”

You felt so hurt by your mother's words that you just nodded into Coryo's chest, clutching the handles of the bags tightly, as he lead you out the door.

Your mother looked so furious, so betrayed. She also couldn't believe what just happened. That you let Coriolanus Snow manipulate you into blinding yourself from the blunt truth she was telling you. That you believed him when he painted her out to be the villain.

A few months later a beautiful June wedding was held. Right after the end of the University’s spring semester. It was infact your wedding to Coryo, the man that had helped you heal and fall in love again. The man that had broken your wings by sending your fiance to the hanging tree, only to bury himself deep into your skin- making you dependent on him to the point that he set your broken wings; made you love him.

And when you walked down the aisle of the rose gardens Coriolanus had constructed in the park you both played in as children, well, not one of your remaining blood relatives were there. Your mother wasn't invited and your brother's invitation was revoked when he requested to bring his girl with him- a petite thing he met at the Hobb im District 12.

Coriolanus wasn't going to let your mother ruin his wedding day by objecting; he wasn't going to let your brother bring his ratty district whore to his wedding either.

No, his wedding to you would be flawless. Would be everything that he's ever dreamed of.

Too bad that you couldn't see how he manipulated you during your grieving state to fall in love with him. But did it really matter? You're marrying the man that loves you so much that he's both possessive and obsessive- to the point where he’d kill for you.

Well, he has killed for you. He sent his best friend to the noose in order to claim you for himself.

Isn't that one helluva deep running love…

At least you're marrying a man who's devoted to you, who'll take his vows seriously. At least he'll never forsake you.

But you love him too; even convinced yourself that you love him more then you ever loved your late fiance, Sejanus. You even believe that Sejanus was just puppy love, but Coryo's your true love. That since he was there for you during your grieving period, doing everything in his power to make you happy despite feeling the loss of his best friend, you believe he's the one that's love is eternal- burns bright for you.

If you only knew how bright, how hot his love burns for you…

Well…

It doesn't matter. All that matters is that you and Coryo are in love and swearing yourselves to each other in marriage. That he'll love you, cherish you, protect you; give you children that he'll be a firm, but loving father too- because they'll be your children. All that matters is the vows you swear to each other in front of the officiant (none other than Dr. Gaul herself), the rings (that had once belonged to his parents) that you slip onto each other's fingers, and the kiss you share when Coryo's prompted to kiss his bride.

“And now I pronounce to you, Mr. and Mrs. Coriolanus Xerxes Snow.” Dr. Gaul announced to the guests gathered around to witness you and Coryo’s marriage underneath a white gazebo with red, white, and pink roses entwining around it.

There's an old song from a pre-Panem band that goes:

… So take these broken wings

And learn to fly again

Learn to live so free

And when we hear the voices sing

The book of love will open up

And let us in

Ironically, it fits your situation with your Coryo perfectly.

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