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#sam winchester IS a swiftie
samssluttybangs · 1 year
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is the S for sydney (me) or sam winchester (loml)? we’ll never know
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qtepasacalabaza · 1 year
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Based on that scene of Lilo and Stitch, you know which one
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wickedwitchofthesouth · 4 months
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Listen I know the whole "do you Journal Dean?" "Ever since I was a little girl" joke makes it look like Dean does not unfact journal BUT WHAT IF!!! what if he DOES journal because John journaled because let's be honest other than drinking and breaking things that's the only other (non-violent) way he knows how to cope.
Okay maybe he doesn't have a little diary where he writes all his deepest darkest little secrets but I like to think that maybe when he moved in with Lisa and Ben, he also started going to therapy? Obviously it was impossiblely hard to convince him and sure he only agreed to go once a month and to be honest, now that he looks back on it didn't really do shit but the one thing that seemed to help him the most was writing. He does not journal! but maybe he writes letters to everyone. Letters he'll never send, letters filled to the brim with words he'll never say
In the beginning most of his letters were addressed to Sammy, is baby brother, the only reason he even wanted to hunt. To protect his brother, to allow him to live in a world where nothing goes bump in the night.
And after Sammys first death, nothing was easy, but the letters helped. more than Ben and Lisa more than the few and far between calls he'd pick up from bobby. The letters were the only place where he didn't feel the need to pretend.
But after Sammy came back the letters stopped. Dean convinced himself that Sam was the only reason he felt this empty pit in his heart and once he came back he didn't need the letters anymore. Even if he wanted to write, where would he even get the time or privacy.
They'd stopped, but Dean still carried them around like stolen momentous that he constantly told himself he needed to get rid of (and conveniently forget to)
The second time the letters start is when he loses Cas to the leviathan. He's angry, he hates what Cas did to them... what he did to himself. 'Fuck this! fuck you and fuck every other prissy angel out there! I shouldve never trusted you i hate you. i hate you for leaving us more fucked over than the last 2 apocalypses, i hate you for leaving with your tail tucked between your legs. I hate you just for leaving at all, so come back so i can yell at you to your face, you coward! Just come back'
Every thought in his head that he can't bring himself to yell out loud, he tells the parchment with his pen as the vessel.
'Shit is getting fucking harder, we need you cas we cant do this without you' 'I can't do this without you"
When Cas comes back the letters stopped again. Dean finds a place to hide them so well that half the time he forgets they're even there
And thats just how the cycle goes, he writes when talking takes more energy than he has left to give. One for each person he's ever lost. 10 for Sam, 20 for Cas.
Sometimes he just writes when he's angry at someone. 20 for Sam, 30 for Cas
Sometimes he just writes for the sake of it, unspoken words he's too scared to confess out loud. 50 for Cas, 100 for Cas, all for Cas
When Dean dies, Sam finds the stash of letters stowed away in a dusty old shoebox on the roof of Dean's cupboard. He sees the letters addressed to him. Something in him is begging him not to read them, but his curiosity gets the better of him.
He should've listened to that something because for the rest of the day after that Sam finds himself reading through letter after letter that was written to him but never sent. He cries like a baby, the kind of sob that Dean would've made fun of him for when they were kids. Gosh what he'd give just to hear Dean give him a snarky remark now.
Sam doesn't read the letters addressed to other people, he doesn't have the heart too anymore. So the next day he makes it a mission to take the letters to everyone Dean has ever written too
Two letters left where they'd spread Charlie's Ashes, One at Kevin's, four for Dad, four for mom, one for crowley, three for Jack, and on it goes
Until the only things left are the unread letters addressed to Castiel. Even after taking out all the other ones it still feels like the box is over flowing, but cas is the only one left.
He leaves them in the flower feild where Dean had spread Cas' ashes. Sam knew that it wasn't where Cas was layed to rest, because truth be told Sam had no idea what had even happened to Cas. Dean refused to talk about it and Sam was too distraught by the awful expression on Dean's face every time Cas became a topic to bring it up over and over again.
So he let the letters go in a place where he thought Cas would appreciate. Wherever he was, Sam hoped that it would bring him peace - the thought that Dean would have wanted him to rest in a place as beautiful as the flower field over looking the mountains.
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b00kish-thing · 8 months
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Supernatural girlies who are also swifties….. hear me out here
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avocadoimpala · 1 year
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You’re welcome.
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archervale · 2 years
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Team Free Will 2.0 💚💙❤💛
There’s stickers of these on my redbubble 👀 Link in the comments cause tumblr weird with links
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fuiabarcelos · 9 months
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Coming soon...
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Hello, how are you?
Writing has always been the best hobby for me, but after going through so many things in recent years (especially the worsening of my anxiety) I stopped. However, this passion has never left me and I've been wanting to write again for a long time.
I remembered a strategy I used to use to inspire and encourage myself to write. Bringing together things I love. In those moments I wrote several stories inspired by songs, movies, crossovers with games. This is a great strategy for unleashing creativity.
So I decided to combine my old obsession (Supernatural) with my new obsession (Taylor Swift) and created this bingo.
I don't know when I'll start writing and posting because of college, but I will! And I want to invite everyone to take part in this bingo too, regardless of which fandom you're a part of. Let's listen to the songs and let the words flow.
I'll be happy to be tagged by anyone who wants to take part in this adventure with me and to tag those who want to read my stories (I write about Sam Winchester).
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ceanwinchester · 11 months
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dean winchester is a secret beyoncé fan and sam is an open beyoncé fan
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spiderweb-2099 · 11 months
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Oii, sou novo aqui e tô aprendendo a mexer ainda kskkskskk
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vryntrl · 11 months
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“they told me all of my cages were mental / so i got wasted like all my potential / and my words shoot to kill when i’m mad / i have a lot of regrets about that / i was so ahead of the curve, / the curve became a sphere / fell behind all my classmates, / and i ended up here”
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impalaimagining · 3 months
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Super, Super Bowl
Dean Winchester x Reader
950 words
Note: Unbeta'd, unedited. Slammed my keyboard while my kids watched Mickey Mouse. This is the result.
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Dean’s man cave. The biggest television you’d ever seen, the comfiest reclining chairs you’d ever sat in, the coldest refrigerator known to man - the perfect place for a Super Bowl party. Dean was going to have the game on anyway, why not make the most of it?
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Halfway through the season, headlines started popping up everywhere - about Taylor Swift. Taylor Swift. And football. 
What?
Turned out she was dating Travis Kelce, some dude from the Kansas City Chiefs. Dean watched the Kansas City games religiously, as long as he was in the bunker, or, if by some magical power of the universe, the motel TV could pick it up. The groan that escaped Dean when Taylor Swift started showing up on the screen once they publicly outed their relationship was nothing short of hilarious.
It started out small, the way you taunted and teased Dean about her being ever-present. You wore a friendship bracelet with the number 87 on it - Travis’s jersey number. You bought a beanie, white and red, like the one Taylor was seen wearing at one of the colder games. You managed to snag a Kelce jersey online during a flash sale when the Chiefs were headed to the playoffs.
It came to a head when you found a shop on Etsy selling sweatshirts that said, “in my football era” in bubbly pink lettering. Everything looked good - great, even - for the Chiefs on the path to the Super Bowl. Dean watched you open the package when you got home from the post office and with the eye-roll he gave, you were honestly a little concerned that he’d strain an orbital muscle.
“Leave me alone.” You huffed, concealing a smile.
“As long as she doesn’t show up as a surprise halftime show guest, I don’t give a damn about her.” Dean grumbled, heading toward his hideaway.
You lingered in the library, slumping down into the couch while you scrolled through endless suggested, targeted posts about Taylor Swift and her boyfriend, her boyfriend’s brother and his family, her boyfriend’s mom, the suite they’d be sitting in for the game. You name it and there was a blurb about it online. Jarring you out of your screen-induced daze, Dean’s voice rattled through the concrete halls.
“What the hell is going on in here?!”
A smirk pulled on the right side of your lips as you set your phone down beside you and painted on your best innocent face. Dean’s socked feet managed to sound as heavy as his boots as they pounded back to the library.
“Do you care to explain what exactly happened in there?” He pursed his lips, brows raised.
You shrugged, still feigning innocence. “What happened in there?” 
“Don’t get cute.” He folded his arms over his chest. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Is Sam pranking you again? I thought you two moved on from that.” You furrowed your brows in faux confusion. “Aren’t you a little old for practical jokes?”
“No, Sam - Sam doesn’t have anything to do with that monstrosity. What did you do to my man cave?!” You stood and took a step toward Dean, already wearing your new sweatshirt. “All of you are crazy. Every single on of her fans is insane.” He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Excuse you.” You scoffed. “We’re not called fans, Dean. We’re swifties.” With an extra sway in your hips, you sauntered down the hall to the room Dean was so up-in-arms about. When you got to the door, you giggled and stood proudly before your work. “I don’t get it. What’s wrong? It looks great in here.”
Dean’s exasperation sputtered from his mouth as he searched for words to express just how ruffled his feathers were. “It’s - it’s - there’s - you deflowered the sanctity of my man cave!”
You tipped your head back with a cackle. “I what?”
“You ruined it!” Dean threw his arms out toward the walls.
Ruined it.
You scoffed. You thought you did a wonderful job of sticking to the theme. Across the room, in plain view as soon as you walked through the door, a shimmery red curtain served as the backdrop to a table. The table was covered with a Chiefs tablecloth, and on the tablecloth sat a red-mirrored disco-football. Beside the football was a charcuterie board - or boards, really. One shaped like the number eight and one shaped like the number seven. Cupcakes with gold flakes and tiny footballs stood on a tiered tower. An array of red drinks lined the lefthand side of the table - Shirley Temples, except they were sparkly too, thanks to the edible glitter you swirled into them. Hanging behind the table, strung across the shiny backdrop, you made and hung three rows of garland - garland designed to look like a friendship bracelet made from pony beads and white, lettered beads that read “IN MY,” next line, “SUPER BOWL,” last line, “ERA.” On the adjacent wall, there was another table, far less aesthetically pleasing, decked out with chips, salsa, guacamole, pretzels, dips, a crockpot full of meatballs beside a basket of rolls.
It looked fantastic.
“I don’t understand.” You walked in and twirled around, arms open. “This looks like the perfect way to celebrate the Swift Bowl.”
“WHAT?!” Dean’s eyes bulged from their sockets.
Another loud laugh escaped you as you clapped your hands together. “Dean, it’s just a football game.” You shook your head and stood beside him, both of you looking at, but with far different feelings about, the red glittery glow surrounding you. “I’ll take the decorations down tomorrow. I promise.”
Dean released a long, loud sigh and closed his eyes. “Fine, but I swear if I hear even one second of her music, I-”
“Aw, c’mon Dean.” Sam clapped Dean’s shoulder as he walked by, stepping into the man cave and dipping a chip in salsa. “You gotta just,” Sam’s face twisted as he tried to conceal a wide grin, “shake it off.”
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samssluttybangs · 2 years
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u can try and tell me he’s not listening to taylor swift u can TRY and tell me he’s not listening to this is me trying i just won’t believe u
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pinkiebieberpie · 4 months
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hi!! can you do something abt sam and/or dean winchester w a gf that likes to do little things for them?? like pick fuzz out of their hair, fix their hair, buy them drinks, plug in their phone?? just little things that you dont really think too much abt
hii!! sorry it took me so long :( but i'm back and oh my god, this is so sweet!! i'd go with sam on this one <33
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this gf is giving me much of a swiftie vibes for some reason, let's say it's my headcanon for her...
i was enchanted to meet you
sam would notice everything!!
you picked fuzz out of his hair??? do more. play with them, but in a sweet, cozy, domestic relationship way!!
this sweet!reader would always!! always!! make sam his favorite tea <33
dinner dates (but tbh both of them would cook),
the cooking part would be better than eating... let's be honest,
"sammy" all the time and she's second person after dean that can call him that,
"i made you breakfast, sammy" and he's melting!! like a little, sweet puppy!!
he is 100% sure you two are going to get married some day <33
this night is sparkling, don't you let it go, i'mm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home...
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jasmines-library · 4 months
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it's me hi! I'm the problem it's me!
Sorry this was the swifty in me, i couldn't help it.
But how you doing? I hope you are great. I was just wondering if you could write Winchester boys x nervous cause I'm going on my first date yn. But since uncle is going out with a girl *wink, wink* they let her go alone cause if it was a boy we all know that they'd definitely wouldn't let her go. But you know, just Dean giving her tips to get laid cause it's Dean and sam telling her it would be completely ok.
Just something happy cause I'm sad.
Thank you!!💜💜💜
Somebody Told Me
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Hey i'm doing great thanks for asking! I hope you're doing well too. This one was cute to write: thanks for being patient while I tried to get it out to you.
Summary: When nervous about your first date, Sam and Dean give you some pointers.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 800 (short and sweet)
"No. No way. You're not going."
Dean Winchester had always refused to let you go on dates no matter how hard he you had tried to convince him. And it was never because he was being cruel or unreasonable; it was because he couldn't fathom the idea of his little sister growing up. He was so completely used to having you and Sam by his side that when the pair of you began to become more independent, he became more reluctant to let you go. In truth, he was also scared. Scared that you would leave him or get hurt. His upbringing had always put him on edge, and the hunter life left little time for romance, although your brothers tried to fit it in anytime they could. But Dean wasn't just scared about you being hurt physically. He couldn't bare to see you heartbroken like he had been with Cassie, or Sam with Jessica. He wanted you to find your special person, he really did, but you had already been through so much that he was hesitant to let you wander into situations that could put you through more.
"Why not?" You whined, throwing your hands up in the air.
"Because I'm you're older brother and I said so."
"But Sammy said-"
"I said she could go, Dean." Sam added. He was glad to see you trying to get out there. Growing up sheltered made it difficult for you to keep friends, so he was eager to let you go on the date. Dean glared at him from across the room "I'm her older brother too, Dean."
"Yeah, but I'm the oldest so what I say goes."
"Why can't she go, Dean? She's not a baby anymore."
"I know that." Dean said, a little bit too loud for his liking. He felt guilty for not letting you go, but you were his little sister and he wanted to protect you. He knew exactly what 'boys could be like'; he was one. "It's just that I don't want some dumb boy going and-"
"It's not with a boy." You said meekly.
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"You ready to go, Sweetheart?" Dean called out down the hall of the bunker. It had still taken some convincing and a lot of Sam's influence to persuade Dean to let you go on your date, but eventually he had let up.
You walked out of your room, a nervous grin on your face. Keeping your head low and your eyes on the ground you walked toward your brother.
"What's the matter?" He frowned.
"Nothing..."
"Don't tell me you've changed your mind." He nearly groaned.
"No. Nothing like that... it's just... what if she doesn't like me?"
"Oh kid. She's going to love you. Why would you ever think she wouldn't?"
"... I don't know."
"She's going to love you, kid. She's the luckiest person to even be going on a date with you." Sam reassured you.
You blushed at his kind words.
"The thing is...i've never been on a date..."
Realisation crossed Dean's face. He walked forward and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he walked you toward the car. "Well, it's simple. Kind of."
"Treat her how you would want to be on a date. Flowers are always a good start." Sam said.
"Flowers." You noted. "Right."
"And compliment her. Tell her how beautiful she is. That's a good one for if you want to get-"
"Dean." Sam shot his older brother a look and you laughed.
"You're going to be fine, Kiddo." Sam clambered into the front seat.
Your pair of brothers continued to give you tips and reassurances as he drove towards the town. You sat in the back, clutching a bouquet of flowers you had picked out from the gas station on the way. As you neared the town your stomach began to flutter as anxiety washed over you. Sam noticed the way you tapped your foot anxiously and picked at your skin so he reached over the backseat to lay a gentle hand on your knee.
"She's going to love you, Y/N."
"Yeah." Dean added "Just be yourself. And if she doesn't appreciate you for who you are- which i'm sure she will, i'm just saying if - then you have two older brothers who will make sure she realises what she's missing."
You chuckled, opening the door of the car as it rolled to a stop.
"Go get her, Sweetheart."
Dean watched you proudly as you made your way over to the girl, presenting her with the bouquet you had brought for her. She grinned brightly and wrapped you up in her arms. Dean's heart swelled with pride. You were going to be just fine.
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phefics · 6 months
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𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞. ophelia. early twenties. she/they. multi-fandom. horror enthusiast, cozy gamer, swiftie & daughter of cain. here to indulge in my slutty fictional fantasies.
𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬. do not copy or repost my fics, or feed them to ai. do not follow me if you are under 18. only send requests when i am accepting them & respect my boundaries. read my rules before sending. most importantly: be nice!!
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 | 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 | 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 (𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰)
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𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬. (𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐬)
baldur's gate 3. astarion; karlach; shadowheart
criminal minds. aaron hotchner; derek morgan; emily prentiss; jennifer jareau; penelope garcia; spencer reid
death note. l lawliet; light yagami; misa amane
fear street trilogy. cindy berman; deena johnson; kate schmidt; samantha fraser; simon kalivoda; ziggy berman.
five nights at freddy's. mike schmidt; steve raglan/william afton.
grey's anatomy. addison montgomery; cristina yang; george o'malley; meredith grey.
grishaverse. alina starkov. inej ghafa. jesper fahey. kaz brekker. nina zenik.
harry potter. blaise zabini; cedric diggory; draco malfoy; fred weasley; george weasley; harry potter; hermione granger; ginny weasley; luna lovegood; nymphadora tonks; theodore nott.
miscellaneous. dean winchester (supernatural); kurt kunkle (spree); luke castellan (percy jackson); riff (west side story). roman roy (succession). ryan (thanksgiving 2023). stiles stilinski (teen wolf). sweeney todd (sweeney todd).
saltburn. felix catton; oliver quick
scream. billy loomis; sidney prescott; stu macher
spider-verse. hobie brown; miguel o'hara; peter parker (tasm)
stardew valley. abigail; alex; haley; harvey; leah; maru; penny; sam; sebastian.
stranger things. chrissy cunningham; eddie munson; jim hopper; nancy wheeler; robin buckley; steve harrington.
the hunger games. coriolanus snow; finnick odair; gale hawthorne; haymitch abernathy; johanna mason; katniss everdeen; lucy gray baird; peeta mellark; sejanus plinth; tigris snow.
𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.
yes. afab!reader. aus. biting. bondage. choking. degradation. edging. fem!reader. fluff. foot fetish. gender-neutral!reader. hickies. overstimulation. praise. scratching. sex toys. smut. spanking. threesomes. tickling.
maybe. amab!reader. angst. blood-play. “daddy” as a title. dub-con. knife-play. male!reader. parenthood. pregnancy. specific aesthetic for reader. watersports.
no. age-play (sexual or non-sexual). cheating. eating disorders. f!receiving anal. gun-play. incest/step-cest. pedophilia. rape/non-con. scat. vomit.
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ghostwoe · 6 months
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legacy to leave
dean winchester.
notes — don’t read if you don’t wanna cry over his (pathetic) death & yes i thought of maroon because i’m only of the biggest swifties <3
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THE MOMENT — that the world froze as y/n looked upon their beloved hunter against that wooden pole and noticed he was catching his breath. his green irises flickered towards them as he called for both sam and y/n to hold on a moment.
y/n knew in that moment what was going on. they had seen it too many times in their lifetime, even outside of the winchester brothers, to know. poor sam was just barely catching on before dean placed a loving hand upon his younger brother’s own shoulder as y/n stepped closer.
“seems like i’ll never be getting those twenty bucks you owe me, huh?” y/n joked as they tried to keep their eyes from welling up with tears as they watched both men start to cry at the moment while dean tried to keep himself upright, balancing himself off of sam. “really sorry about that sweetheart,” dean’s breath caught for a moment as he grinned as big as he could manage, “maybe sammy will give you them.”
“i can’t do this without you.” sam spoke as the tears streamed down his cheeks and he gasped for breath, causing dean to smile and reassure him. “you can.” that caused y/n to sniffle and sigh as the tears finally broke free and slid down their own cheeks. “yeah well… i don’t want to.” sam replied and y/n found their own self grabbing both of their boys hands to try to comfort the pair.
“baby. . .” the eldest winchester had begun as he glanced over at his beloved. “i know this is a lot to put on you but promise me besides yourself that you’ll take care of sammy and baby? as the three of you are my legacy.” y/n let a sadden grin crawling upon their face as they leaned close to press a gentle kiss upon his lips for the final time. they leaned after dean and laid gently across him as he fell forward to hug his brother one last time. sam was quick to wrap his arms around the couple for once last joint group hug.
what a real fucking legacy, to leave, dean.
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