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holylulusworld · 6 months

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Deepest love - Flufftober 25

Summary: Dean acts...odd.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, friends to lovers

Trope: Friends to lovers

Idea by the lovely @elle14-blog1

A/N: *Y/F/S = Your favorite song – reader’s choice is your favorite song

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

“Aw, she looks so good, Dean,” you admired his car. Dean did a great job cleaning Baby. He took his time, cleaning every inch of his beloved car.

“Only the best for my two favorite ladies,” he flashes you a grin. The hunter cleaned his car to make sure you’d enjoy the next ride with his Baby. “We are ready to roll, sweetheart.”

“Me too,” you excitedly look at Baby. She looks shiny and brand-new after Dean took care of her. “She’s so pretty.”

“That she is,” Dean says to himself as he watches you look inside his car. “So, uh—I was thinking about having a nap on our ride. Do you want to drive?”

“What?” Sam and Castiel ask in unison as they watch Dean throw the keys at you. You catch them, giggling as Dean makes a joke about two hot girls going for a ride.

“But no one is allowed to drive your car,” Castiel cocks his head. He furrows his brows as he tries to find out what changed Dean’s mind. “Are you unwell, Dean? Do you need my help? Maybe your hands are hurting.”

“What? No! I’m fine,” Dean snorts. “Can a man not let his friend drive his car?” He purses his lips and glares at his brother and Castiel. “Now, get your stuff. We need to hit the road. I want to gank that monster scaring old ladies.”

Looking at the keys in your hands you smile. Dean trusting you with his beloved car proves he meant what he said a few weeks ago. “Dean, I’ll call shotgun for you,” you wink at Dean. “We are going to be driving buddies.”

“What are we going to listen to today?” You glance at Dean in the passenger seat. “Dean? Mr. Music. What do you want to listen to?”

“Driver picks the music, sweetheart,” he flashes you a smile, “shotgun shuts his cakehole.”

“Awesome!” You exclaim. “How about…” You look at Dean again. “Ramble on, for starters. And then, we will listen to the best song ever, *Y/F/S!”

“I love that one,” Dean pats your hand. “Maybe we can listen to more Zeppelin and your favorite band later on.” He grins. “We are a perfect match.”

“Of course, we are, Deano!”

“What’s going on?” Sam whispers. “Did I miss something?” He frowns. No one is allowed to touch Dean's car or choose the music. Wait, since when is his brother looking at you like this?

“I think he’s in love with Y/N,” Castiel finally concludes. He nods to himself, convinced that his friend must’ve fallen in love with you. “She looks at Dean with heart eyes.”

“What? How do you know that term?”

“I watched humanity for an eternity,” the angel proudly states. He won’t tell Sam that his new hobby is to search for terms and trends on social media. “If you want to know more about human feelings, ask me.”

“Cas, that’s…” Sam glances at the angel sitting next to him, “good to know…I guess.”

“Hey, stop talking so loudly. We can’t hear our song,” Dean and you mutter in unison. "If you want to stay inside the car, stop talking so much."

“Heaven help us, Cas. My brother is in love with his match…”

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#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fanfiction #spn #dean winchester x fem!reader #fluff #kinktober vs flufftober 2023 #Deepest love - Flufftober 25 #female reader

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deancaspinefest · 1 month

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Books, Pies, and Roommates | Explicit | 27,731

Author: seidenapfel | Artist: Kit Shay

Everything seemed easy when Castiel landed a job in Lawrence as a literature professor at KU. He even found a place to stay with his cousin in Topeka. But the daily commute quickly gets on his nerves and he begins looking for a room in town. When he finally lucks out on a house, it comes with a catch. His mysterious landlord/housemate works and lives in Topeka during the week, and will only be at home for the weekend while Castiel is back at his cousin’s to honor a promise he made.

When Dean walks into his favorite pie shop, the new sales assistant takes his breath away. Steve is gorgeous, and part of the owner’s family. Dean doesn’t even mind that he picks up Gabriel’s stupid moniker for him. After all, Deano has one syllable more, and Dean will do anything to hear Steve’s voice just a little bit longer.

Though, as breathtaking Steve might be, he isn’t Angel. If only Dean’s book-loving best friend weren’t a mystery in himself — a guy who Dean has only met online, but who has slowly taken his heart away. And it seems that Dean isn’t alone in his feelings.When the lines blur and fantasies merge three guys into one, disappointment and heartbreak seem to be inevitable.

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Pairings: Dean/Cas (blink and you miss a minor mention of Rowena MacLeod/Sam Winchester)

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Two Person Love Triangle, Misunderstandings, Idiots in Love

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic #destiel art #deancas fic #deancas art #pinefest 2024 #2024 masterpost #author: seidenapfel #artist: kit shay

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ssanovak · 1 year

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His Favourite Little Human

@skievers‘ request; Bestie can you write me a Gabriel x Fem reader who is Sam & Dean’s sister and is currently kidnapped as a hostage and Gabriel has to find her? Thanks! 🥰

“Y/N! Breakfast! Bacon’s a bit crispy, hope that’s okay! Cas decided to help” Dean yelled down the bunker hallway.

“Hey!” Cas glared at Dean, “It’s better crispier, Y/N told me that once”

“Sure buddy, she probably only told you that so she didn’t hurt your feelings” Dean said laughing.

Cas crossed his arms over his chest and frowned.

“Y/N! Where are you?” Dean walked down the hallway to your room, he knocked on the door loudly, “Y/N! Wake up sleepyhead!”.

Silence followed Dean’s words, he leant against the wall to the left of the door and rapped his knuckles hard against the wood again. Still nothing.

“Y/N you better be decent, cause I’m coming in!” Dean turned the door handle, pushing the door open slowly. He glanced around the room before him and then stepped in. Your bed had evidently been left untouched since you made it yesterday morning, and you were nowhere to be seen. It was Dean’s turn to frown now and he checked your bedside table to see if your purse and keys were still there. When he didn’t find any evidence that you’d even come home last night he shrugged, expecting you to be with Gabriel, or one of their friends, you didn’t drink so it wasn’t likely that you’d been out all night, so he wasn’t especially worried.

He walked back to the kitchen, finding Sam sat at the table ignoring the tray of bacon in the centre and choosing instead to drink what Dean affectionately referred to as a ‘rabbit food smoothie’, he nodded to his brother as Dean walked back into the room.

“Where’s Y/N?” He said, looking back down to the newspaper he’d been combing for a new case.

“Not been home, I’m willing to bet she’s with Gabriel.”

“Oh yeah, how much are you willing to wager?” Sam smirked.

“$20”

“Deal”

“Okay Cas, you want in?” Dean turned to the angel.

“Dean, I have no use for money, why would I partake in an effort to win any?”

“For fun, I don’t know, do Angels do ‘Fun’?” He teased and Cas looked up at him quizzically, “Don’t answer that, it’s too early in the morning for that conversation.”

Dean grabbed some ketchup and sat at the table across from Sam and pulled the tray of bacon towards him, squirting the ketchup straight onto the tray. Sam rolled his eyes and sighed, and Dean indignantly said “Y/N’s not gonna have any, Mr Molecules over there doesn’t eat, and you’ve got your blended rabbit food, what’s the point using a plate?”

“I didn’t actually say anything,” Sam replied, dryly.

“No, but you were thinking, same thing.”

“Okay, Dean,” Sam rolled his eyes again, which his brother missed as he stood up to grab the pot of coffee he’d been brewing, sitting back down he sighed contentedly and dug into his food.

A loud banging on the front door was the only noise to disturb the peace and quiet.

“I’ll get it” Sam said, picking up his smoothie and taking it with him. Sam walked towards the front of the bunker as the knocking got louder and more frantic.

He opened the door slowly and was surprised to see a rather dishevelled Gabriel standing in the doorway.

“Sam” the angel said.

“Gabriel, uh, come in I guess.” Sam stood to the side to let the man walk past him and then shut and relocked the door behind him.

“No time for pleasantries, have you seen Y/N?”

“No, actually, Dean thought she was with you, why?”

“Haven’t seen her in a couple of days actually, and we were meant to meet up yesterday.”

“Maybe she forgot?”

“Why thank you Sam, I hadn’t possibly considered that scenario, and I felt like walking here from half a mile away just for you to tell me the obvious” Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“Sorry, I, uh, don’t have any other suggestions, let me get Dean to help call around.”

“Thank you.”

The two walked back to the kitchen and Dean mumbled “Who is it?” with a mouthful of food.

“Hello Deano” Gabriel greeted the older Winchester brother.

Dean turned to the doorway, swallowing the mouthful he’d finished chewing. “Sammy who gets the 20 bucks?”

“Not you”

“Son of a bitch!”

“So where is Y/N?” Cas tilted his head into the question and looked to Gabriel for an answer.

“Was hoping she was here.”

“Oh”

“Dean, I said we’d call around and ask if Y/N is with any of our friends, I’ll call Charlie and Garth, can you call Jody and Donna?” Sam pulled out his phone and began dialling as he spoke.

“On it”

A few tense minutes passed as the brothers tried to locate their sister, and when they ended each call with no luck, the atmosphere was thick enough to be cut with a knife.

“Gabriel, you’ve heard nothing for how long?” Dean looked up at the angel.

“Nothing since this time yesterday, Y/N sent me a text telling me she’d see me later on, if you didn’t carve that damned Enochian into her bones I could’ve found her by now!” Gabriel’s final words an accusation directed at Castiel.

“Providing she’s not also being hidden by extra sigils, no need to play the blame game here Gabriel” Dean replied, keen to prevent an argument and focus on finding his little sister.

“Dean, I’m going to call Rowena, hopefully she can help.” Sam said, once again dialling as he spoke.

“Hello Samuel, how can I help you?” came the redheads Scottish drawl through the phone.

“Rowena, hi, we need your help, Y/N is missing, do you know of any way we can locate her?”

“Of course dear, let me just find the spell, are you able to obtain ingredients?”

“Yes, we’re in the bunker, I’ll be able to use the Men of Letters stock.”

“Good, okay, I’ve got the spell here, are you ready?”

“Hold on, I’ll write it down.”

With that Sam left the kitchen, Gabriel and Castiel in tow, heading to the library. Dean looked down at his half finished breakfast and decided it would take Sam a while to locate the ingredients, so he probably had time to finish eating. He scarfed the last of the bacon and then downed the rest of his coffee before heading up to the library himself. By the time he got there, Sam and Gabriel had begun to lay out the ingredients as Rowena explained the steps for they needed to take. Once they’d finished the setup, she told Sam the Latin he would have to repeat in order to complete the spell, and Sam scribbled it down in a notebook. He looked up at Dean who nodded and he started the spell. As he finished repeating the lines Rowena had given him the piece of paper in the centre of the pentagram burned a bright red and Dean looked away as the light threatened to blind him. When he looked back the paper had returned to it’s original state bar two lines of numbers that glistened in the light from the lamps. He stepped closer but Gabriel grabbed the piece of paper first.

“Co-ordinates?” He looked up at Sam for confirmation.

“Looks like, okay, thanks Rowena, I’ll let you know what happens.”

“Not a problem Samuel, I hope you find Y/N safe. Bye for now.” The call disconnected.

Sam and Dean grabbed their gear whilst Castiel and Gabriel stood waiting, Dean checked his guns and Sam grabbed the salt and lighter amongst other weapons and items of protection.

“Ready?” Gabriel questioned, “I’m assuming you want me to get as close to these co-ordinates as possible without being in the building, don’t know what kind of surprises might be in there.”

“I guess so,” Dean said, sighing, “I’m not happy with this method of transportation though, last time he zapped me someplace I didn’t poop for a week.” He pointed at Castiel who’s brow furrowed and he tilted his head to one side.

“That was more information than I wanted, let’s go”, Gabriel clicked his fingers and the four of them were outside a disused factory building.

Dean shuddered, gripping his gun tighter.

“Hold on,” Gabriel held his hand up and his eyes glowed brilliant blue as he searched the building for sigils. Only once he was satisfied they weren’t walking into a trap he motioned for Castiel and Dean to take the left side of the building whilst he and Sam took the right.

The four split off towards their designated search areas and Castiel and Gabriel both drew their Angel Blades. As they crept around the outskirts of the building a yell of pain came from somewhere deep within. Gabriel’s footsteps quickened as he recognised the voice. He and Sam found the nearest entrance and Sam gripped the door handle as Gabriel counted down with one hand. When he hit 0 Sam opened the door, the two slid through the open entryway and they were met with a corridor, off of which 5 more doors stood. Gabriel used his free hand to point to Sam and the rightmost door and then walked to the leftmost himself. They cleared each room with ease, meeting in the middle at the fifth door. Sam nodded as Gabriel reached towards the handle. As he did so another shout indicated that they were in fact at the correct door and Gabriel flung it open, holding his blade ready.

As he took in the scene before him his eyes met yours. You relaxed slightly against the chair you were sat upon and sighed with relief. Blood dripped down your face from your probably broken nose and you bit back a wince as you took in a deep breath.

Gabriel took a step towards you as Sam raised his gun to point it at the single assailant.

“How’s my favourite little human doing?”

“Been better to be honest, I’m a little tied up right now,” You replied, sarcasm dripping from your words. You looked down and made a point to indicate the ropes that bound you to the chair and tied your hands and feet.

He laughed, the sound music to your ears.

“Don’t come any closer!” Your assailant grabbed your head pulling you backwards in the chair and pinning a knife to your throat. You coughed in discomfort, and your eyes widened as you realised the danger wasn’t over yet. You assessed the situation you found yourself in, realising the way your head was positioned wasn’t to your attackers advantage at all. If you ducked to one side you’d be free of the blade and Gabriel realised this too, he caught your eye and mouthed ‘Sleeping Lions’, then he opened his fingers against his weapon, counting down 3, 2, 1, you threw yourself sideways and as soon as his final finger hit the handle you were folded practically in half against your own legs. A startled yelp came from your captor and you turned to see the Angel Blade sticking out of the demon’s chest as his soul stuttered out of existence and an orange glow emitted from every orifice. The now empty vessel fell backwards to the floor and you sat up straight again.

“Nice shot” Sam noted, Gabriel had thrown the blade across 15 feet and hit the demon square in the chest.

“Of course” Gabriel smirked.

“Look, save your ego boost for later and get these dang restraints off me please” You grumbled.

Gabriel laughed again and the pair of your saviours crossed the room towards you. Sam worked on the rope at your feet as Gabriel untied your hands and then your body. You slumped forwards slightly as he released the rope and he caught you, exhaustion setting in as the adrenalin wore off. He turned around to Sam, who grabbed your hand and squeezed it before he left the room in search of his other sibling and their best friend. Gabriel knelt on the floor in front of you and pulled you into a hug.

“Don’t scare me like that again Winchester”

“Can’t make any promises, sorry, I’m just too kidnappable” you mumbled against his chest.

He laughed again, leaning you back against the chair, gently sitting you upright. He put his hand against your face, cupping your cheek tenderly and you looked up at him as his eyes glowed Arctic blue. You felt the warmth of his grace healing you and you relaxed into his touch. When he was done he pulled you back into another hug. Kissing the top of your head as he held you. You wrapped your arms around him and revelled in the safety he brought with him.

“Y/N!” Dean exclaimed and you let go of your angel. You stood up from the chair, feeling as if you could run a few marathons and ran to your brother, who wrapped his arms around you crushing you in his embrace. When he let go it was Sam’s turn, although he was more gentle than Dean. Then you turned to Castiel who looked at you curiously until you pulled him into a hug too. He patted your arm awkwardly before you retreated to Gabriel’s side.

“Let’s get you home”, Gabriel smiled at you, clicking his fingers and you were half a mile up the road from the bunker. “You know this is as close as I can get before I have to walk!” He exclaimed as you looked at him incredulously.

“You’re lucky you’re cute”, you say, starting to walk towards your home.

“You’re lucky she thinks you’re cute”, Dean grumbled and followed after you.

Gabriel hurried forwards and reached into his pocket, handing you one of your favourite candies. You look around at him, smiling and take his hand in yours after you’ve removed the candy from his grasp. You hum contentedly as you continue walking home.

#supernatural #gabriel supernatural #supernatural x reader #gabriel x reader #gabriel x fem!reader #gabriel x you #fanfic #fanfic request #fanfic req #gabriel spn #x reader #x you #x fem!reader #x female reader #x y/n

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moosealecki · 2 months

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𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐?

(𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ let’s take it up a notch, let’s see how Deano would feel if reader was to offer up herself to Lucifer...

| pairings; dean x reader , sam x castiel , lucifer x reader

| 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔; loss of life, offering up life, aggressiveness, violence, heartbreak, mistrust.

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“ You’re not gonna like it, Dean.”

“ Yeah...” he scoffed as he kept his green hazel hues on her.

“I’m going to offer myself up, to Lucifer...”

“Like hell you are, don’t be an idiot — we aren’t doing that.”

“Then what other plan is there to go with Dean! We’ve been through every other angle, he’s not going to stop until he finds a vessel, and Sam is not an option.” she was serious, they’ve tried everything, and Dean knew just as well as herself that this was the only option. She would brush her hand over her face and through her curly locks of hair. “Sam, can you give us a minute.”

She walked over to Dean, as she cupped her fragile hands around his face. Her eyes were damp from the tears she had shed prior. “Cas has a plan Dean, Lucifer will think he’s taking me, but Cas will kill him before he does...”

“NO damn it! What if this doesn’t work huh? What if this KILLS you in the process?? We both know things never work the way we want them to, I—I can’t lose another person…I can’t LOSE YOU (Y/N)”he would place his hands onto her wrists, moving her touch away from his face. He never liked to show vulnerability, but when it came to her, she saw right through him.

“Dean...”

“No, it’s not happening, this discussion is over.” He said in a much more serious tone of voice. Stepping back inside of the home. (Y/N) would stand there, brushing away the tears that escaped from her eyes. She knew Dean would never forgive her for this, but she had to do it. Clearing her throat, she leaned down to grab her duffle bag of gear.

The night was a cold, eerie feeling, the fog growing thick as she stood in the field, Cas and Sam were prepping the area with the sigils needed to summon Lucifer. Sam noticing something was bothering her, he would stand back up as he walked over to her, offering he’s comforting arm squeeze and slight smile before returning to the task at hand.

The flames would ignite when Sam spoke out the spell, and within seconds that felt like forever Lucifer would appear.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Miss Badass herself, I assume you are keeping your word?” he curled his infamous smirk.

“Shut the hell up, I’m here aren’t I, let’s just get this over with.” she rolled her eyes, standing mere inches from the flames, Cas whispering something in Enochian allowing her to step through the flames and into the circle. Lucifer’s red hues appeared as he reached out for her hands, taking them into his own before the sound of a car speeding from the distance, swerving into the area. Her head lifted to see that it was Dean.

“You get the fuck away from her!” Dean shouted, shotgun in hand filled with angel-killing bullets. Sam would launch himself forward in his brother’s direction, but Dean was fueled with anger, furious he easily threw his brother in the other direction. That left Castiel, as he used his own angelic ability to stop Dean in his tracks. “CAS! What the hell let me go, (Y/N) don’t do this!”

She felt those tears threatening to surface in her eyes again, feeling her voice trapped within her throat. She would mouth those three little words ‘I love you’ before Lucifer would take his hand, cupping her chin and pulling her back to look at him.

“A deal is a deal darling,” he said in such a calming but comforting voice. He moves to place his hand up against her cheek, the harsh cold of his touch stung her flesh. She could feel the instant bitter cold invade her slowly until she completely went numb. The ground shakes beneath their feet. His eyes were furious with the red ambers, the grace slowly shifting from Nick’s vessel into her own.

“(Y/N) NO!” Dean struggled, his eyes forming tears, as he watched the entire thing happen. Cas letting the angel blade slide from his infamous trench coat, his blue hues surfacing as he smoothly moved up and behind Lucifer, only for his throat to be grabbed just as quickly. “Such a poor excuse of an angel Castiel.” (Y/N) would feel the tears leaving her eyes, Lucifer was not dumb, he would instantly send the feathery idiot of an angel flying miles into the field as he returned to his task at hand.

Sam gathered to his feet quickly, and he took his own weapon, only for it to be sent flying out of his hands along with him. He would slam into the windshield of the Impala, knocking him out cold.

Lucifer now gripping both sides of her face, finished off the rest of his grace, that eventually poured into her body. Dean ran towards her, the flames around the circle dying out as both of their bodies left falling to the ground. He would move to her body, his hands gripping her face, as he felt the tears that formed the surface fall.

“Why, why did you have to go play the goddamn hero...” He spoke in a whisper, pulling her body up against him. Dean wasn’t sure what this meant, did this mean Lucifer was now possessing her vessel?

Once everyone was returned to the bunker, Cas healed Sam of his injuries.

“Is he still down there?” Cas asked in his low musky tone of voice.

“Uh yeah—he hasn’t left her side. Cas, what are we going to do?”

“I-I don’t know, but for now keeping her locked up in the dungeon, is our best hope for now. Until we can figure out a plan to destroy Lucifer for good.”

Dean was standing in front of the woman he had fallen in love with, she was bound in rope that was drenched in holy water, surrounded by the sigil that would keep Lucifer from trying to escape it, if HE was even in there. She had been passed out since the ritual, the entire thing playing over and over in Dean’s head like a broken record.

Dean wasn’t sure what to do next, but all he knew at that moment was he was going to save her, bring her home, and kill Lucifer, even if it meant 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠

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☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠; @lucishellhound @isabellacugliari-blog ☽︎ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈? 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻. 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒔. ♡︎♡︎♡︎

#supernatural #jared padalecki #spn fanfic #supernatural fan fic #jensen ackles #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester fanfiction #castiel x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer fanfiction #Castiel x Sam

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mycroftholmesismyspiritanimal · 3 months

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okay so my evidence and reasoning is further justified by the fact that it is four thirty in the morning currently and ive been awake for over thirty hours consecutively: Dean [middle name??? idk what it is] Winchester is A TR A NS B RO. ONE. Idk if we see his chest early season pre-hell but i dont think we do soo uhh bahoobies?? top surgery scars??? and forgive me and my shitt ass rememberey but cas basically healed all scars when he GRIPPED HIM TIGHT AND RAISED HIM FROM PERDITION which means mans coulld have seamless no tits or evidence of ever having knockers alsoooooo nubmer B. if ma dude had a dudebro man soul and the bee man had to reconstruct that mf then what if dawg bob the buildered him with a cis dudes body, so post hell abosutley no supsicions

AnD neXT- This fuckin dude [deano] whyyy whyymacfuckin whyy must this so ofa bitch wear so many fuckin layers and yeah i get that its for the aesthetic and i get that its cool and its the style but my fuckin god man thats too many too big jacket layers damnnit

and dawg whos voice is just naturally that fuckin like that mans has definitely been conciously deepining it since ever

and alastair with that whOle "daDDyS LITtLe gIRL" line like motherfucker

anda sub of number B but if cas sees the dudebro man soul and reconstructs him amab like w a dick an everythin even tho before like he was "supposed" to b afab thats even more heaven rebellion if u ask me man did i mention the "u got anything that is real" "my boobs" like man oh man oh boy

and the fact that even tho mans was the firstborn logically if he was amab he woulda been named after grandpa so they can hold the feminine nameskae in the case they had a girl next buut nnooooo

i m tired and cyring and probably slightly tipsy and i know theres more reasons but iev been typing this for so long the sunns coming up noww

#spn #supernatural #dean winchester #trans dean winchester

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twofrontteethstillcrooked · 6 months

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Nicknames: 1 Nov. Destiel Month

100 word drabble

"Cas needs a nickname." Dean chugged his beer. "I've got at least two. So've you."

From the floor, Sam squinted. "But he's neither a jerk nor a bitch."

Cas blinked. "Thank you?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "I meant like Deano or Sammy, bitch."

"Well, those are taken." Sam squinted some more. "Wait." When he sat up, the empty beer can that'd been on his chest clanked away.

"What?" Dean hiccupped.

"Cas is his nickname," Sam said.

Dean looked stunned. "Oh. Yeah." He tipped his head onto Cas's shoulder and settled in, sighing with happiness. "Hi, Cas."

Cas sighed too, fondly.

#destielmonth #deancas #destiel #spn #fic #drabbles #destielmonth23

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blessyourhondahurley · 2 years

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If You Hear Any Noise, It Ain't the Boys

Dean comes to Ladies' Night at Jody's, and the ladies put him through the ringer.

Suptober prompt: Ladies Flufftober prompt: Hot Chocolate Fictober prompt: "Do we have a deal?" Inktober prompt: Ponytail

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Jody greets him at her door with a kiss on the cheek and a teasing, “We weren't sure you were gonna make it, Winchester!” As soon as he's all the way into the house, the others call out their welcome.

“LLLLLadies,” he drawls with a smirk. Claire shoots him a warning look, and he drops the attitude and comes correct. “I mean, hey everyone. Good to see you.”

“Tha's more like it,” Rowena growls, pulling him into a rough hug and dropping her own wet kiss (and a bright red lipstick print, by the feel of it) on his cheek. “Nary a lady among us, ain't that right?”

There's a general chorus of agreement. Rowena releases him straight into Donna's arms. The blonde gives him a quick squeeze. “Hot chocolate?” she offers. Dean hums and nods an emphatic yes please which sends her bustling to the kitchen, ponytail swishing behind her. “Plain or fancy?” she calls back over her shoulder.

“Uhhh, what's 'fancy' got in it?”

“Rum.”

“Very, very fancy please!”

Several extremely fancy hot chocolates later, it's Dean's turn to pick a face mask from Kaia's extensive stash. He hems and haws, flips through the colorful little packets three times before settling on one with a sparkly unicorn face that promises to purify and soothe. Eileen helps him to apply it, her own lavender-scented calming and toning llama mask already in place.

He leans back in the recliner and closes his eyes, letting the boozy cocoa and the tingle of the mask soothe the last of the everyday tension out of his shoulders and back.

“You still thinkin' sapphire blue?” Claire asks, waiting for his nod before she starts painting the polish onto the nails of his right hand. She's four fingers in and rotating his hand to reach his thumb when she muses, “Nice shade of blue...” in the least convincing “casual” voice Dean's ever heard. “Your favorite color?”

Dean grunts.

Rowena pipes up from behind him, “Lord, that shade of blue reminds me of someone! Now who could it – ah!” He can hear her snap her fingers. “Jody, look, isn't it just the color of that handsome angel's eyes?”

Dean cracks a lid to see Jody coming in hot on his left. She leans across his body to take the bottle from Claire, grabbing firm hold of his left hand as she does. She starts painting the nails on that hand, but Claire doesn't release her iron grip of the other one. Dean attempts to subtly adjust his position in the chair, but they've got his arms and shoulders pinned down good. He can't move an inch.

“Uhh...” he begins. His lips and tongue feel like they're buzzing. It's hard to get them to move right. “Was there something in–”

“In the cocoa, dear?” Rowena finishes for him. “Perhaps a wee taste of a potion, just to make it extra fancy. A little something to help you be truthful,” she purrs. “Claire, I believe you wanted the floor.”

Jody pulls the lever on the recliner, bringing Dean smoothly to an upright position. Somehow, Kaia has taken over the restraint of his right hand. Claire stands directly in front of him, arms crossed, blue eyes blazing.

“So, Dean,” she asks sternly. “How do you feel about Cas?”

“I'm in love with him.” The words tumble out of him, unstoppable. “I've never loved anyone the way I love him. I've loved him for years. He's– ” Claire cuts him off with a gesture.

“Okay Deano, look,” she says, her voice grave. “Cas ain't my dad. He ain't even human. But he's a hell of a good man. Y'know? He deserves to be happy. And I guess maybe you do, too, even though you're an asshole a lot of the time.” She quirks her mouth and cuts her eyes towards Kaia. “Aren't we all, though,” she mutters. “Anyway, you an' him, you make each other really happy. Or you could, at least. One of you just needs to make the first move. And we're tired of waiting for it to happen.”

“So tired,” Jody interjects. Beside her, Donna rolls her eyes and nods.

Claire continues, “So, now that we're all on the same page about your feeeelings for him we're gonna buff your nails and let that mask finish makin' your freckles all pretty, and then you're gonna get in your gas-guzzler and drive home and tell Cas you wanna take him to the prom. You do that, and Eileen won't send Sam any of the pictures she took of you with that sparkly pink unicorn on your face.” Eileen brandishes her phone and grins like a shark. “Plus as a bonus you'll get to spend the rest of your life in utterly disgusting fully requited lurrrrve with your angel. Do we have a deal?”

“Yeah, yes,” Dean replies. Jody and Kaia release his arms, and Eileen pulls him up out of the chair and into a hug. God help him, he's eager to get home. Still, he grouses,“I can't believe you slipped me a magical mickey, though. That wasn't playing fair.”

Rowena's laugh tinkles like a crystal chandelier. “There was nothin' more potent than Captain Morgan in your cups, boyo. Well, we added a drop of cinnamon oil to the last one to make your mouth feel odd. You've been wantin' to spill that particular truth for quite some time. You just needed an excuse. ”

Concluded here..

#suptober22 #flufftober2022 #fictober22 #destiel #supernatural #day 19

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awakenthemusic · 2 years

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Suptober 2022 Day 6 - Parody

Destiel, Short fic, 1,371 words, Fluff, Humor, Rated T for language

Gabriel's back, Baby! And he won't let Cas and Dean rest until they sort some things out.

Under the cut or on Ao3

Parody

“You wanna remind me why bringing Gabriel back from the empty with us was a good idea?” Dean asked as he decapitated yet another Pattinson-esque sparkly vampire.

Cas shot Dean an annoyed glance as he fought off his own vamp, but didn’t try to defend his brother.

“Seriously,” Dean yelled at the sky, not expecting an answer. “What is the point of this?”

Wings flapped behind Dean as Gabriel suddenly appeared. He pulled a lollipop from his mouth and said, “The point, Deano, is that you two are trapped in this screwball parody of your lives, and you’re going to stay trapped until you work your shit out.”

“What ‘shit’ do you expect us to work out?” Cas asked, complete with air quotes.

Rather than wait for Gabe’s response, Dean growled in frustration and brought his machete down on his neck. The blade bounced harmlessly off with a cartoonish ‘B-Boing’ sound. Because of course it did.

Gabe raised an annoyed eyebrow at Dean and deadpanned, “Really.”

Dean shook the vamp blood off his machete, shrugged, and said, “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”

Gabe looked thoroughly unimpressed. He sighed and said, “Alright, just because I’m even more bored with this whole mishegoss than you are… Why don’t we cut to the chase.”

Gabriel snapped his fingers and Dean immediately found himself behind Baby’s wheel… while doing about 80 miles an hour down the middle of a deserted highway.

Dean swerved and swore before he managed to bring Baby safely back to the middle of her lane. A glance in the rearview showed… Was that a Beverly-Hillbillies-style truck full of werewolves behind them?

Dean exchanged a look with Cas and called out to the whole lotta nothing nearby, “Cut to the chase, Really?”

The radio kicked on and the chorus of "Werewolves of London" blared out of Baby's speakers at full volume. Baby swerved again as Dean tried to block his ears and steer at the same time while Cas dove for the controls.

Cas had just gotten the volume down to a reasonable level when Gabriel suddenly appeared in the back seat and announced like a gameshow host, "This can all be over for the low, low price of digging your heads out of your asses, fellas."

Dean’s hands tightened on the steering wheel as glorious fantasies of wringing Gabe’s neck filled his mind.

Meanwhile, Cas actually growled, then said, “Enough, brother. Just tell us what we have to do to end this.”

Gabe rolled his eyes and muttered what sounded like, “Spoil-sports.” He sighed dramatically and said, “Fine. Everyone knows that the older Winchester is an emotionally constipated wreck, so this is all on you, Cassie. All you have to do is confess your undying love for Deano here and you two can drive happily off into the sunset."

Cas tensed, then turned his face toward the window, but not before Dean caught the flash of pain that crossed his face.

Dean had never felt more like ripping Gabe's intestines out through his nose than he did at that moment. He glared daggers at Gabriel in the rearview mirror and said, “Hey, dickwad. You maybe wanna butt the fuck out of other people’s business?”

Gabriel froze. His mouth dropped open as he stared back and forth between Dean and Cas. The manic playfulness had drained from his face completely as he asked, “You knew?”

Dean glared back, beyond done with dick archangels and their stupid games. He said, "Yeah, so if you'd just let us get back to our lives, that'd be great…"

"Why haven't you said it back?" Gabe demanded.

"What?"

“If Cassie here spilled his guts, then why aren’t the two of you a slobbering pile of feelings, emoting all over each other, Dean?”

Dean felt his face flush all the way down his neck. He spluttered incoherently.

Gabe grinned like a shark sensing blood in the water. He grinned and sing-songed, “Why, oh why haven’t you said it back, Deanie?”

Dean felt his blush deepen as his hands went slick around the steering wheel. He shot back defensively, "Well, maybe if you'd leave us alone for five fucking minutes…"

Gabriel’s eyebrows rocketed upward as Cas spun to face Dean. Dean stared resolutely out the windshield as he blushed so furiously, he felt it burning in his ears. This was not how he'd wanted to do this.

After what felt like a small eternity, Cas breathed out a shocked, "Dean," at the same time that Gabriel said, "Shit," and snapped himself right out of the back seat.

Silence descended over the car like a physical weight. Dean idly noted that Gabe had taken the crazed bunch of hillbilly werewolves with him.

Dean slowed the car to a more reasonable pace but didn’t dare pull over. Dean needed the solidity of Baby's wheel beneath his hands to keep him from shaking apart.

Cas gaped on the seat next to him, clearly struggling to find words.

Shit, Dean should pull over while he said what he needed to say. He pictured the sweet agony of looking Cas in the eye, maybe even holding his hands, while he poured his heart out all over the asphalt. He kept driving.

There were so many things he needed to say, so many feelings Cas deserved to hear him actually say out loud. As usual though, the words became static in his ears and formed a solid mass in his throat.

“I— You— I—” I love you, how fucking hard is it to say three fucking words?!? Dean thumped a fist into the steering wheel and silently cursed his own inability to talk.

Cas whispered gently, “Take your time, I’m not going anywhere.”

The words loosened some of the tension that had gripped Dean’s chest. How did Cas always know what to say? How could he just say things like that and make everything better?

‘Cause he’s not Dean fucking Winchester, that’s how. Most people aren’t all (what did Gabe call it) emotionally-constipated, or whatever.

Damn, he was an idiot. Cas deserved so much better. He deserved someone who could make speeches like the one he’d made to Dean. He deserved someone who could say all the things that Cas needed to hear.

After all these years, Dean couldn’t even tell Cas the one thing that had become such a bedrock foundation for him that the thought of Cas being gone had sent him into a tailspin so bad, he almost hadn’t made it back out.

All Dean needed to do was say three measly little words, words that he should have said a long time ago. All he had to do was open his damn mouth—

Dean gasped as an idea suddenly occurred to him. He yanked the steering wheel over, squealing Baby's tires as he pulled over to the side of the road before he could overthink it.

Dean’s face flushed impossibly warmer as Baby’s engine ticked in the silence. He pried his shaking hands off the steering wheel, stared resolutely out the windshield, and raised his hand toward Cas, clumsy fingers slowly fingerspelling in ASL. “I L O V E Y O U"

All the world fell silent and Dean drowned in it. It mocked his inability to speak. How could such a pitiful excuse for words ever be enough? Cas had poured his heart out to Dean, such amazing words that still resonated behind Dean's sternum. Words that Dean would carry with him for the rest of time. How could his clumsy inability to even speak come anywhere close to meaning the same?

“Dean,” Cas choked and Dean’s eyes flew to Cas’ automatically. He found such love and awe staring back at him that it stole his breath away. Tears stood in Cas’ eyes as he smiled and said, “Thank you, Dean.” No trace of irony or sarcasm tinted the words and the strangeness of the response was just so Cas that Dean laughed in relief.

Somehow it was enough. Somehow the world kept on spinning. Somehow Cas was still by his side.

And maybe somehow, someday, Dean would be able to say the words out loud. He reached out and shyly tangled his fingers with Cas’.

It was enough.

#suptober2022 #suptober22 #destiel #fanfic #fanfiction #spn #supernatural

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castielreal · 2 years

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another deancas webweave because why not.

— killer by phoebe bridgers | love as an act of merciful conquer by silas denver melvin | a quote from bbc merlin

#web weave #spn web weave #spn edit #supernatural #supernatural web weave #deancas #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #deano #cas #bbc merlin #poetry #phoebe bridgers #lyrics #web weaving

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holylulusworld · 8 months

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So Y/N is almost done preparing her world famous pie which the whole gang loves. She puts the portion on different plates and goes to the kitchen table and puts one in front of charlie, one for Sam, one for Cas, one for Jack who looks at the plate like a 5 year old looks at disneyland for first time in real. And finally she puts the final plate in front of Dean with a little more thud and takes her seat.

Y/N- Oh Guys plz dig in…I hope you all like it!!

Cas- Yes Y/N, i must say it is very delicious, i would like to share the recipe with my fellow angel friends in heaven.. If you don’t mind ofcourse

Y/N- Yes ofcourse Cas, thank you, well i hope everyone in heaven atleast likes it and not like on earth!

*she gives a annoyed side look to Dean and goes back to eating*

Dean on other hand is staring at her plate, a plate which has a burnt toast on it rather than a pie. He looks at Sam giving him an expression with Sam reciprocating him with only an apologetic look. It is now he realises he was in huge trouble.

“Oh god dean , plz don’t stop” says Y/N as he makes her way down to her body, now ascending peppering kisses up her thigh.

“Can i take these off babe?” he asks tugging at hem of her shorts.

“Yes plz” she says whimpering, her whole body on her but also because she has a surprise planned underneath those shorts for him.

Finally after dragging her shorts off her body, agonisingly slow whilst no taking his lust blown eyes off her, he keeps on sucking his way till he reached to his prize. Kissing on top of her soaked panties “ Baby”, he goes in again and smells something fruity, well it is a fruit for him, that he loves to eat *wink wink* but why does her panties smell like his favourite apple pie. “ Babe?” he asks Y/N who has her eyes closed and fists balled in pleasure “Yeah Dean” she replies with a low voice. When he doesn’t reply she open her eyes and looks up to caught him staring confusingly between her legs . “ Babe , not that i mind, but why do my 🐱smells like apple pie.

She sits up nervously, “Oh Actually Dean, these are edible panties, and i, actually i ordered them in this flavour just for you…you know because apple pi…” before she could complete her sentence, Dean starts laughing “ Oh my God Y/N, an apple pie edible panties, that’s so fucking hilarious” . He continues to laugh not noticing how Y/N’s face drops in embarrassment. He didn’t mean to make fun of her, i mean his favourite pie and her 🐱, it was like a Heaven for Dean, but he was so caught up in the moment, he didn’t even notice Y/N get up and get dressed. His laughter dies out when he sees her finally.

Dean- Hey, why are you dressed babe?…i haven’t eaten yet..like literally

And he burst into laughter again which only stopped when he heard the door slammed shut and Y/N no where to be found

And the realisation dawned upon Dean

“Bollocks”

Charlie’s voice brings him back to current

“oh my god Y/N, this is so fucking delicious, damm girl, you are so good”

“thanks charlie, i have got some left in the fridge and since you appreciate it so much, it’s all yours”

Y/N replies to charlie hugging her, while giving Dean her death stare.

Dean looks down at his well Burn Toast Pie and knows he has to do something. FAST!!

🤓🤓🤓🤓

Oh Shucks!!!

Who is gonna help Deano

Sam?

Charlie?

Cas?

Jack…uhm no i guess

Or maybe Lulu?🤔🤔

Aw, I loved it. ♥♥♥ It was so funny seeing Dean pie-less.

He only got burned toast...OMG. My beloved pie enthusiast didn't get pie.

Dean, you fool. You don't laugh if your girl tries to do something sexy/naughty for you.

How can we fix this?

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The only way to get back in your good graces is to apologize and do something special for you.

So, Dean was looking online for eatable thongs for him to wear. 😈

He placed candles all over your shared room, and put on your favorite romantic music.

Dean will try to make things up to you tonight. And maybe, you'll get to taste his eatable thong too...🥵

#lulu answers #dean winchester #lovely mutuals #dean x reader #lulu answers with a story

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