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kkaimmri · 2 months
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the start of the sassy man apocalypse can be tracked all the way back to 2005 when sam winchester first heard the words, ‘dad’s on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days’
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theragethatisdesire · 1 month
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i just want you guys to know that i am a dean winchester girl above all else
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knottahooker · 7 months
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Someone asked me what Supernatural (the show) was yesterday and it took me out at the knees.
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improudofyousammy · 6 months
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halliwellauto asked:
❛ why were they coming after you? ❜ from aiden
Dean took a drink of his beer before he looked down at the large gash on his arm that the mechanic was patching up. He hesitated, covering up a wince. He never really knew the answer to that question. Well, sometimes he did. Sometimes the answer was he had pissed them off. But it felt like -- more and more -- things were coming after him because they could. "That's the million dollar question," he said with a sigh. "Hey thanks for this, Aiden."
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londonfoginacup · 6 months
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seasononesam · 1 year
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the amount of very common words and phrases spn has ruined for me...I was watching some random crime show and they kept talking about “hunters” like deer hunters and I was just sitting there like omg sam and dean 
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quietwingsinthesky · 1 year
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I know. I know that Dean killing John was never actually in the cards. But watching s1 with that idea in the back of your head? Completely different experience. The way he insists on diverting from their dad’s trail as it grows colder. The way he bites Sam’s head off whenever Sam insists they need to go after him. Little lines about Dean & John, the life they’ve had alone without Sam there, that are totally innocent but feel so much more ominous with the idea that he killed his dad. Anyway.
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Wayward's Daughter Pt. 1
No ship: Sister of the winchesters
Summary: When dad goes missing Dean goes out to find his sister and brother to go start up the family business again.
A/N: This is my own work I am using characters and lines from the show but please do not copy, change, or post as your own any of my work. Also if my grammar is bad don't mind it.
Word Count: 2351
Warnings: angst, swearing, slight arguing, slight fluff, older sister trauma.
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The muffled sound of drums playing in the background as Dean Winchester, middle sibling, was sitting in the 1967 Chevy Impala in black looking into a woman's house, but not just any house, Y/nWinchester’s. This was and is his older sister, they had been running the family business until their youngest brother Sam decided to run off to Stanford and try to become a lawyer and get his life together. After a few bad hunts of monsters, demons, and other things of the supernatural  Y/n decided to bail to try to have a few good years without her family being killed. Dean however kept hunting with their father, John, and tried to keep it going. But now it was getting bad, Dean hadn’t seen his father in weeks and thought he would be back at least a few days ago but still nothing, no phone calls, no connection, nothing. He had given up, he needed his sister and his brother on this one. Dean got the courage to go up to his sister's house and just stood at the door listening as the drums banged to the rhythm of Crazy Train by Ozzy Ozbourne and waited for the last beat to ring out through the house. He then banged on the  door hoping for a reply to the knock as Y/n from inside the house had gotten up from her stool settling the drumsticks on one of the kick drums and getting up to answer the door.
 “Hey buddy look I’m not here for your christian mojo or your girl scout cookies, you can just go ahead and..” She tilted her head up. “Holy crap.. Dean..?” Dean gave his sister a sly smile. “Hey sis.” “What the hell are you doing here?” She questioned happily while hugging her brother. “It’s dad, he went on a hunting trip, hasn’t been back in a few days.” His green eyes looked directly into Y/n’s brown ones. “Come in.” Dean walked past his sister moving into the house. She wasn’t stupid, she had her house completely demon proofed and ghost proofed, the houses walls were made out of rock salt and the windows all had protection spells invisibly put on them. She knew her brother was actually him when he walked straight into her home making it past her demon trap. “Dean I know it’s you but I gotta take extra precaution.” “Wha-” Holy water was then splashed in his face, salt was thrown at him and she grabbed his arm and took a silver blade making a gash in his arm. “What the hell!” “Like I said, extra precaution.”  She then walked over to her kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing two beers and walking back into the living room where her drumset was still set up and Dean was sitting on the couch. 
“Here,” “Thanks.” “So what did you mean you haven’t seen or heard from Dad in a few weeks?” “I mean he cut the connection completely, he won’t answer his phone or even send coords.” Y/n’s face crinkled into one of confusion. Sure their dad did this from time to time but this time it was different. She took a sip of her beer and sat down on the couch. “So what are we gonna do?” “We?” “Yeah Dean.” “But I thought you went away from the job.” “Dean no, I’ve just been alone on the job. They still come after me. Always.” “Winchester curse.” Dean chuckled, taking a sip of his beer. Now Dean was only about twenty-six now making  Y/n almost thirty. Sam on the other hand was four years younger than Dean making him just about twenty-two. Y/nthen got up and went up to her closet opening the door and moving some jackets out of the way clicking a button that unlatched a door falling open to show her shotguns and knives. She grabbed a few stuffing them in a bag. “So what's the plan?” “Well I was thinking we could grab Sammy and then go on to find dad.” “Dean no.” “What do you mean, no?” “I mean the kid is settled with his girlfriend and he’s happy, we don’t need to drag him into this, yeah it would be great to see little brother Sam but you gotta understand Sam moved on completely. We need to let him be normal for once.” Dean’s head moved back slowly, his face wrinkling. “What?” “He talks to you?” “Yeah? What the hell? Why do you seem so confused? He called you, didn't he?” “No Y/n, I haven't seen or heard from him since he left.” 
After some talking and planning the two decided that getting Sam and finding their dad was important as hell and needed to be taken care of quickly. “Alright we’ll leave at dawn.” She stated, as she had her back towards Dean who was sitting on the couch beer in hand as he watched her pack up. “You’re okay with just up and leaving your home?” “Yeah, it’s not like it’s the first time.” “Y/n..” “Dean, I'm not talking about mom.” She paused, taking a deep breath and turning to face her brother. “I’ve had to move and make a whole new life changing my name and everything twice already this year. I went from Jane Lendor to Lila Thomas to Jamie Lambert. This isn’t my home Dean. My home is on the road hunting, so yeah I’m fine getting up and leaving. I’ll just put my important shit in storage and sell the house.” Dean just decided not to pry knowing that his sister has probably been through a lot. 
Morning had come around and Dean was already awake when Y/n came down the stairs, “Mornin’ sleepyhead.” “Shut up Dean.” He chuckled as she nudged him with her elbow. Dean was at least six feet tall, Y/n on the other hand was just about as tall, being five eleven and mostly muscular. She rubbed her hand over her face, yawning as she did so. “Are you ready to go?” “Yeah yeah just lemme get dressed.” Y/nran back upstairs and got dressed grabbing her bag. When she got to the end of the stairs “Hey catch.” Dean threw car keys at her to which she caught. “Oh ho ho.. Yeah.” She opened her door and saw the perfect 1967 Chevy Impala parallel parked on her curb and she threw her hands up. “Baby!” She hadn’t seen the car since she decided to leave the business and try to live a normal life to which it didn’t end well. She came down her driveway and went to the back of the car, opening the trunk and placing her bag next to Dean's circling and getting into the driver seat. “Oh yeah Baby’s back in business. Thanks for taking care of her.” She stated as Dean got in the passenger. “Well you would kick my ass if I didn’t.” “That’s true. Alright Sammy here comes your two favorite older siblings. 
After a few days the two were right outside of San Jose and they stopped at a gas station, Dean went in for food as Y/npaid for gas and filled up Baby she leaned against the rear of the car opening her phone and dialing Sam’s number. His answering machine was what picked up. 
Hey this is Sam Winchester’s Stanford phone, if you would like to leave a message I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. If not, my personal number is (406) - 866 - 1975, uh thanks. 
“Sammy it’s Y/nI just wanted to let you know that I’m in the area and was gonna make a stop by your dorm. And just in advance, I’m sorry, it’s about Dad. I’ll let you know when I - We get there. See you soon Little Brother.” She hung up the phone just as Dean came out with the food. 
“Pie?” “Pie. Who was that?” “Sammy.” “What’s he want?” “I called him. Give him a heads up so it’s not like we just barge into his life but I got redirected to his dorm phone so he probably won't get it.” She heard her brother huff out a laugh. “What?” Dean shook his head. “De.” “It’s nothing, just, why would he block me off from him but you he’s just calm and collected when you call, he picks up, he talks to you. I just don’t get it.” She then made a face and raised her eyebrows like she knew why. “You're not telling me something Y/n?” “Well it’s just I know why he’s not talking to you I mean it makes sense.” “What does?” Dean's voice got dreadingly low. “Well you were all for him getting out of the life but when the fight happened, and you took Dad’s side instead of his I think it really broke him up. Hell, it broke me up.” Dean just nodded. “So it’s a way to get over his jealousy is that it?” “Dean no. It’s not trust me if he were jealous he would have blocked me off too.” After that was settled it was about a two hour drive to Stanford’s campus. Quietly in the background was Forever Young by Alphaville. It was soft but Dean would catch glimpses of Y/nmouthing the words. He then reached over and turned it up singing along with it loudly and off key trying to lighten her mood. She then followed the same yelling out the words as they drove closer and closer to Stanford’s campus finally at the gate when the song ended she turned the radio off and grabbed her pass from her bag that was sitting in between her and Dean. Who started to get more pissed off at his younger brother than anything else he was feeling. Y/nhad a visitor pass? Really? The gatekeeper looked at her pass and opened the gates letting them in, giving her pass back to her. 
They drove through the gates and she turned the corner and parked Baby swiftly in front of Sam’s dorm. Y/nsighed and got out of the car tucking what was a new piece of jewelry to Dean, a guitar pick on a chain into her shirt letting her moon necklace stick out above the shirt. She went up to Sam’s dorm door, Dean following close behind. She knocked and waited for a moment, after nothing she knocked again. Finally they heard the door unlocking and a beautiful girl with wavy blonde hair and a t-shirt with two smurfs kissing on it and sweatpants opened the door. “Y/n? What the hell are you doing here?!” She squealed and hugged Y/nwho hugged back. “Hey Jess. Oh yeah this is my little brother and Sam’s older brother, Dean.” Dean nodded, waving his hand. Jess let the two in, “Sammy is asleep right now.. I heard the door and I didn’t want to wake him. Wait Y/nweren’t you in Iowa? Don’t tell me you drove all the way down here from there.” “Looks like I did. I wouldn't if this wasn’t important, you think I could get Sammy up?” Jess nodded and Y/nleft her and Dean to sit in the dorm kitchen. Y/nwalked into Sam’s room. She knocked on the wall and Sam moved just slightly groaning something about how it was too early. “Sam.” She tried to not be too loud but to be just loud enough. Sam sat up in the bed thinking it was Jess and rubbed his eyes, his bangs mixing in with them. “Sam. It’s Y/n.” He squinted and leaned over to turn the lamp on. “Y/n? Holy crap..” He got up tiredly and hugged his older sister. “Sammy we gotta talk.” He looked confused then he complied and walked out into the kitchen to where he saw Dean. He then looked at Y/nwho gave him a ‘this is important so put your petty feelings aside for five minutes’ look. Sam decided to just give a silent bitch face and sit down at the kitchen table where Jess sat beside him with Y/nsitting directly across and Dean standing just to her left. “So what do you need besides coming to my house at nearly five in the morning?” Sam said clearly, directing it at Dean. Who scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Can you two not for like five minutes, Jesus what happened with you two?” Y/nasked rhetorically which Dean didn’t seem to get. “Well he left so.” “I left because I wanted out.” “Yeah, leave Y/nwith me and Dad.” “I didn’t leave to get away from you I left because I didn’t want to be stuck living off the road my whole life.” “Well you wouldn’t have had too if you just decided to help once in a while.” Y/nsqueezed the bridge of her nose closing her eyes knowing she's gonna have to be a big sister and butt in. “HEY! Jess, can you excuse me and my brothers for a minute? I'll get you when we’re done.”  Jess just smiled and nodded going into her and Sam’s shared room. 
“What the hell are you two?! Cavemen?” Sam and Dean always shut up when she got pissed. “Okay Sam left, and guess what Dean. I dealt with it like the good big sister I am even if I didn’t like his choice, it doesn't matter I’m supportive of him no matter what, you know why? Because he’s family. You realize when you wanted to try out for the football team and Dad told you not too because we would be moving? Didn’t I sneak around and sign you up anyway? I did because you're my family and I care about you. Now Sam you need to realize that Dean is never gonna sit comfy about your decision because it’s Dean so you just need to realize that and deal.” Sam then started with the backfire. “Y/nI can’t just do that..” “TOUGH. Because you’re gonna have to. Now back to the worse issue than your little bitch fight, Dad’s missing.” 
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confused-book-noises · 6 months
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leatherandbourbon-a · 7 months
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#☠𝙽𝚘 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝙵𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 ┊┊.「𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛」#✯𝙳𝚘 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎? ┊┊.「𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛」#☢𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 ┊┊.「𝙺𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕」#⍋𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 ┊┊.「𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎」#✘𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 ┊┊.「𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝙳𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚝」#✘𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙱𝚒𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛 ┊┊.「𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛」#ꕥ𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 ┊┊.「𝙳𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢'𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝」#✞𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝 ┊┊.「𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕」#⚠𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 ┊┊.「𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎」#☪𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚖 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢? ┊┊.「𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚘𝚢」#&&. there ain’t no me if there ain’t no you // open rp#&&. why do I have to be some kind of hero? // answered ask#&&. I can dig Elvis // dash games#&&. it’s call anime and it’s an art form // rp meme#&&. I think you pissed off my sandwich // ooc#&&. accidents just don’t happen accidentally // promo#&&. karma’s a bitch // starter call#&&. it tastes like a lizard // crack#&&. I love this song // mobile#&&. dad’s on a hunting trip // musings#&&. he's my brother // Sam Winchester#&&. baby in a trenchcoat // Castiel#&&. careful is my middle name // headcanon
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spnexploration · 9 months
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The parallels of these two moments, loved it ❤️
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binch-i-might-be · 8 months
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Gwash likes being in nature. Gwash likes spending time with his kids.
-> Gwash takes his kids camping. every year!
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adammilligan · 2 years
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grabbing you directly by the shoulders and looking you in the eyes. the reason adam had no place on a show like supernatural and god wrote him out of the story is because god is a father and the story of supernatural revolves around the father and adam. before anything else. is his mother’s son
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breathofthewilder · 11 months
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No secret that I'm poor as hell. It feels so great when my mom won't help me with shit because she ~just can't afford it!~ but somehow magically finds the budget for a brand new car.
Instead she wants me to ask my dad. Who has ALS and is spending everything on making sure his medical bills are paid and converting his house to be more accessible for when he loses mobility. "But he's going on vacations!" She says. Vacations that are literally gifts and ways for people he worked with and friends to spend time with him before he gets too bad to do those kinds of things.
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improudofyousammy · 7 months
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edhellfire asked:
\❝ i’m not going in a graveyard. ❞
Dean took a deep breath and looked up at the sky, his breath was like a cloud in front of him. "Look kid, I don't know what to tell ya. You've gotta ghost problem and ghosts start in graveyards. So that's where we gotta go," he gestured to the entrance gate. "They don't just suddenly pop up in your basement outta nowhere."
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ladyoriza · 2 years
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He'd barely even started when Muninn starting croaking at him. Since Fauna tagged both Ravens with brass rings stamped with letters, H for Huginn, M for Muninn, it was easier to tell them apart.
Also, Muninn usually tagged along for hunting trips while Huginn went with Fauna as she foraged. Ravens were good hunting buddies, deer were used to their calls, so alerting him didn't scare them off. The bird would usually fly around for a while after he'd gotten enough kills and would return, like clockwork, to beg for scraps despite getting the entire carcass once it was all done. He usually ignored them until then.
He had it halfway skinned before the damn bird started talking.
"Jacob," Fauna's voice, a little warped coming out of her pet. She'd spent a while getting them to understand who was who. He knew how good Ravens were at mimicry, but hearing his niece's voice coming out of a bird was still weird as hell.
"You get it when I'm done."
Muninn clicked his beak, hopped closer, and tugged on his jacket sleeve. "Jacob," he said, in Joseph's voice that time. Which managed to be even creepier.
"Every day I regret not culling you." But his niece insisted on nursing it's broken leg last year, a bleeding heart inherited from her Father. She had a knack for it, at least, and when Muninn came back in early spring with a mate she hadn't been surprised.
"Fauna," Muninn puffed up, clicked his beak again, and started climbing Jacob's arm.
"I can find her another bird." He lifted Muninn onto his shoulder, where he was pretty sure the damn bird started purring. His fault for giving him scraps from the first few hunts to get him used to hanging around. At least that way he could finish working. "If you can behave I might let you have it early,"
Muninn clicked his beak, made a few noises for the sake of making noises, and settled down. Maybe Jacob was a little fond of them. He wasn't about the let the birds know.
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