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[pink-sparkly-witch]

Can't Fight This Feeling, Pt. 4 (Finale)

Summary: Dean and Y/N have finally stopped being idiots and given in to the chemistry between them. This is the filthy finale of this friends to lover’s mini-series. Honestly, nothing more to summarise. Just smut.

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Bingo Square: Free Space

Warnings: 18+ Only, PWP, language, kissing, oral sex (m and f rec), fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, all the dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink 

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: This pure filth is written as a submission for Tell Me A Story Bingo hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The square filled is Free Space. I’m not even entirely sure where this came from, it started with the intention of fluffy smut, but then we got that first trailer of Jensen as Soldier Boy and well… it went downhill from there!

This hasn’t been beta’d, so as always, all mistakes are my own.

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Stumbling through the door attached to Dean’s lips, Y/N shoved at his jacket, trying to get the offending material off him. He broke from her lips as he shut and locked his door behind them. Both pulled their jackets off and let them fall to the floor, abandoning them in favour of being as close to each other as possible. With her hands around his neck, Y/N pulled his lips back to hers in a messy, needy kiss. Dean’s hands slid under her shirt, a low moan sounding in her throat as he touched her warm, soft skin.

Y/N shoved him back and smirked at his look of sex-hazed confusion. She pulled her shirt off, dropped it next to their jackets and stepped out of her shoes. Dean grinned, looking down the length of her newly exposed body, his gaze lingering on her lace-covered breasts. Following her lead, Dean stripped out of his flannel and t-shirt. He stepped towards her again, his hands reaching out, finding her breasts as their lips crashed together again. Running her hands through his hair, she tugged gently, smirking at the whine he rewarded her with.

Dean’s hands moved down her stomach and unbuttoned her jeans, slipping his hands under the waistband, cupping them under her round cheeks, and squeezing, making it Y/N’s turn to mewl. He shoved the material off her hips, and she wriggled them the rest of the way down her legs, kicking them off. Dean’s hands slid back to her round cheeks, grabbing the skin and pulling her up his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let him carry her to his bedroom.

He lay her gently on the bed, hovering over her body and dipped down to kiss her again, quickly moving his lips along her jaw and neck. Y/N laughed softly as his stubble tickled the sensitive skin there, her giggles turning to moans when he sucked a mark to her pulse point. His lips moved along her shoulder, and he slipped her bra strap down. Trailing his lips along her skin, he stopped to suck and nip gently at her collarbone before moving lower and kissing her breasts.

His arms slid behind her, and swiftly unclasped her bra. Pulling the material from her body, Dean exposed her hard nipples and lowered his mouth to suck on a stiffened peak. His hands skimmed around her sides and cupped a breast in each palm, giving a hard squeeze and moaning lowly at their soft heaviness. His tongue snaked out and traced over the swell of her breast and down towards the other nipple. Dean looked up with lust-blown eyes and twirled his tongue around the puckered nipple, flicking over it before sucking it into his mouth.

With a moan, Y/N ran her fingers through Dean’s hair, scratching gently at his scalp. The groan that rumbled from his throat made her smile. He switched sides, giving her other nipple the same attention before rolling it gently between his teeth. The jolt of pleasure through her body made every nerve hum in anticipation. Dean had barely touched her, and she was a mess.

Dragging his lips down her stomach, Dean’s hands grabbed her lace panties at the hips and pulled them down. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking gorgeous, sweetheart,” Dean’s low, raspy voice sent a wave of arousal straight to her pussy. “Can’t wait to taste you on my tongue. Fuck, I can’t believe how wet you are already. Is this all for me?”

“Yes, all for you,” Y/N whimpered. “Please, Dean!”

“Please, what, sweetheart?” Dean smirked.

“Please, fuck me with your tongue!” she shamelessly begged.

“If you insist!” Dean cocked an eyebrow and lowered his mouth to her dripping core. Y/N’s head fell back with a moan as soon as she felt his wet muscle lick through her folds. The growl that erupted from him and how his hands tightened almost painfully around her thighs nearly had her coming.

Dean’s skilled tongue danced elegantly through her soft, silken folds, stroking the fire deep within her. He took her clit between his lips and sucked it gently, making her whole body jerk. She wrapped her legs over his shoulders, crossing them behind his back, trapping him right where she wanted him.

“Please don’t stop!” Y/N begged, feeling his smirk in her wet heat.

“Not ‘til you come, baby girl. You gonna come for me?” Dean growled out before pushing his tongue into her seeping hole.

“Yes! Fuck! I’m gonna come!” Y/N cried and threw her head back, eyes rolling to the heavens when every muscle in her body began to spasm. The release of pent-up energy and tension felt like nothing on this earth.

“So fucking sexy when you come!” Dean rumbled from between her legs.

Y/N untangled her legs and sat up. Reaching for his belt, her small fingers worked to undo it as quickly as she could. Not having the patience to remove it completely, as soon as the buckle was undone, she moved to the buttons of his jeans and pulled the denim down his legs. The bulge in Dean’s underwear was impressive, and Y/N’s mouth started to water, anticipating what lay beneath the fabric. Tentatively, she reached out and teased her fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down.  

“Shit,” she whimpered, eyes widening at seeing him. He was big, like she knew he’d be, but that wasn’t what stunned her. It was his thickness. She’d never seen anything like it and groaned when she touched him. Unable to close her fingers around him, she murmured a selection of curse words, making him chuckle. A fresh wave of arousal flooded her at the thought of him ruining her tight little pussy.

Y/N gestured for him to stand at the end of the bed and smirked at how fast he got up from his knees. Moving to sit on the edge of the mattress, she took him in her hand and lowered herself slightly. She kissed the tip of his rigid member, a trail of pre-come attaching them when she pulled away, and Dean moaned loudly at the sight.

She kissed down his shaft and licked up the underside of him. Reaching his tip, she let him rest on her tongue and cupped his balls. Her eyes glanced up at him through her lashes as she closed her mouth around the head and swirled her tongue, taking care to gently lap at the slit.

Dean’s groan was something that would put a porn star to shame. His head fell back, and his hands grabbed her hair, pushing it to the back of her head in a makeshift ponytail. He watched her intently as she sucked an extra inch down with every bob of her head.

“Fuck, you’re really good at this, sweetheart! This is the best damn blow job I’ve ever ha—ah!” Dean gasped as she took him down her throat. “Oh, God!” he whined.

“Not God. Just Y/N!” she smirked when she came up for air, swiftly sinking him impossibly further down her throat, gagging lightly and causing her throat to squeeze him just right.

“Shit, Y/N! You’re gonna have to stop. I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep that up, baby girl,” he whimpered pathetically, pulling her off his length.

“Later,” he smirked at her pout. “You gonna be a good girl for me, huh? Do as I say?” he soothed, and Y/N nodded. “Lie back and spread your legs for me, baby girl,” Dean commanded, and she obeyed instantly, moving up the bed and lying on her back, opening her legs as wide as she could.

“Hmm, look at you all spread out so pretty for me. Fucking gorgeous,” Dean praised, caressing his hands over her open thighs. He kneeled between her legs and reached out his hand, and stroked her pussy gently.

He slid his fingers through her slick folds, spreading the arousal all over his thick digits before pushing one in. Moaning a low curse at the warm wetness, he steadily began to pump his finger, quickly adding another and increasing the pace. He groaned at the tightness he felt from two fingers and wondered how she’d feel stretched out around his cock.

“Yeah, you like that, sweetheart? Like being fucked by my fingers?” Dean said as she whimpered and thrashed her legs out. “You feel so good, baby girl. Can’t wait to feel you on my dick,” Dean growled as he fucked into her with abandon, curling his fingers and catching that magical spot only her toys had been able to reach.

Crying out for him, she tried desperately to grab onto him just to have something to hold onto. Dean held her hands in his free one and placed them above her head. He lowered his body over hers, his fingers still rhythmically pounding into her core.

“You gonna give me another one, huh, sweetheart?” Dean growled in her ear. Y/N was too focused on the fire spreading through her to speak. Her eyes found his sparkling orbs, and she nodded.

“Use your words, baby girl,” Dean demanded.

“Yes, I’m close, Dean. But I want you inside me when I come,” she whimpered.

“Oh, baby girl,” he smirks playfully. “You’re gonna come on my fingers again first. Then and only then, are you gonna come on my cock. Twice. Got that?” his deep, rumbling voice had shivers wash over her whole body.

“Shit!” Y/N yelled, the beginnings of a second orgasm creeping up on her. “Fuck, yes!”

“That’s my good girl,” Dean whispered in her ear. He smirked at her when her walls clenched his fingers. “Oh, you like that, huh? Like being my good girl?” Clench. “That’s right, sweetheart, let it go. Give it to me. Show me what a good girl you are,” Dean rasped.

“Dean!” Y/N gasped breathlessly when she came on his fingers. “Oh, God!”

“Not God. Just Dean!” he repeated her words to him from earlier and chuckled when she threw him a bitch-face. “You ready for me, baby girl?” Dean asked sweetly, watching her face intently for any sign she’d changed her mind about this.

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded. “I’m ready,” she smiled when Dean’s lips met hers again. He let go of her hands, and she quickly lowered them around his shoulders and pulled him closer to her.

Dean moaned as their bare chests pressed together, and he licked at her lips, requesting access to deepen the kiss. He shifted his weight and lowered his hand between their bodies, grabbing himself and teasing his cock through her folds, coating himself in her wetness.

His tip caught at her entrance, and he held there for a second, moving to rest an arm on each side of her head. Breaking their kiss, he looked into her eyes. He pushed his hips forward just a little, smirking at her widening eyes and gasping at the feeling of him stretching her open.

“Fuck!” she gasped.

“Hold on, sweetheart. ‘M not even halfway in yet,” Dean chuckled. He pulled his hips back and pushed forward again, going further this time. “Fuck! So tight, baby girl,” he moaned.

Dean patiently pushed and pulled until he was fully seated within her and held still, letting her walls adjust to him. He didn’t think he’d ever been in a pussy this tight. He could feel her walls relaxing around him, now stretched to sheath him just right.

He started slowly and steadily, pulling out to the tip and thrusting back in. Y/N wrapped her legs around his lower back, opening up more to him, and he growled as he went deeper than before. “Oh, fuck! Such a perfect little pussy,” Dean rumbled. She purred and preened under his praise, making him smile a little.

“Yeah? You like fucking my pretty little tight pussy?” Y/N gasped out.

“Shit! Better be careful with that dirty talk, sweetheart. I might not be able to control myself if you keep that up,” Dean said, his thrusts getting quicker.

“Then don’t,” Y/N challenged. “We got all night to make love, Dean. Right now, I need you to fuck me like you mean it.”

“Son of a–” he groaned, kneeling and pulling her up to rest on his thighs. He pulled his entire length out and slammed back into her, his force now brutal, shoving her further up the bed.

His eyes became mesmerised by the violent bounce of her breasts, and he ran his hands up her stomach to cup underneath them, making them bounce in his hands.

“So fucking sexy, Y/N. Such a good girl taking my cock so well, hm? Bet you’re feeling really good right now, sweetheart. Getting ready to come all over me? Soak my cock with your come, huh? Can feel it. Oh fuck, can feel you twitching, baby girl!”

Dean slid one hand up and gripped her throat gently. Not enough to affect her air supply, but enough to assert his dominance over her and her body. The feeling pushed Y/N over the cliff, and her climax hit her like a sixteen-wheeler, her ears ringing and her vision going white.

As her orgasm faded and her other senses returned, she heard Dean praising her in between groans. “Oh, that’s my girl! So good for me. Squeezing me just right with that perfect, tight little pussy. Gonna wreck it some more. Bet you’d like that, huh, baby girl?” 

When her eyes focused and settled on his, he smiled softly and stroked her cheek. “There she is! Welcome back, baby girl.” Dean’s voice was as soft as his facial expression as he remained fully seated in her, grinding deep into her core. “You ready for more, sweetheart?”

Y/N whimpered a curse at the knowledge he hadn’t finished yet. She was a lucky bitch if this is how he fucked all the time. “Yeah,” she gasped, still breathless from her climax.

Dean grinned widely before leaning down and pecking her lips. Gently withdrawing from her, he chuckled at her whine of disappointment. “Turn around for me, baby girl,” he commanded gently as he held her wrists, keeping her steady as she sat up and moved onto her knees.

Turning around, she faced the bedframe and automatically lowered herself onto her elbows, spreading her legs. Her ass was in the air, and arching her back, she giggled at Dean’s moan of approval.

His large, warm hands caressed her cheeks and pulled them apart to view her dripping pussy. “Fuck sweetheart, that’s one pretty little pussy. All warm and tight and dripping. Mmm, things I wanna do to you and this perfect fucking cunt.”

“Please, Dean. Fuck me,” Y/N whined.

“You’re wish is my command, baby girl,” Dean chuckled as he sank back into her heat with a growl. He slid a warm palm up her spine and pushed her shoulders onto the bed.

Dean pulled the out, leaving only the tip inside her, and slammed back in again, her yelp of surprise telling him he was hitting deeper at this angle. His gaze travelled back to where their bodies joined, the view of him disappearing into her heat and creaming up his cock released something carnal in him, and he fucked her with abandon.

Y/N moaned wantonly as her walls fluttered and squeezed, and he knew it wouldn’t be long until she was falling over the edge again, and this time, he’d gladly fall with her.

She reached her hand behind her, trying to grab onto him, and he obliged, taking her much smaller hand in his. “Come on, baby girl, give me your other hand,” Dean’s voice was hoarse and wrecked sounding, and she swung her other hand back for him to hold on to.

Dean pulled her up with her hands, her back flush against his chest. She wound one arm up into his hair and the other around his back, grabbing his firm cheeks. Mewling as her nails scraped his scalp, he placed one arm around her waist to keep her steady and used his other hand to play with her breasts.

Y/N’s head fell back onto his shoulder with a whine, and Dean lowered his lips to her neck, biting and sucking along her sensitive flesh. He nibbled his way up to her ear and whispered filthy words of encouragement to her.

“You gonna come for me, huh? You know good girls always come for their daddies,” he mumbled.

“Oh fuck!” Y/N whined as her hole clenched at him, pulling him in and holding him there. Dean held himself deep within her core and circled his hips, rutting inside her as her walls started to spasm.

“Oh yeah, such a good girl for your daddy. Doing what he tells you. You want daddy’s come, huh? Want him to fill up your pussy?”

“Jesus, fuck Dean!” Y/N moaned, finding it harder to slow down her oncoming release. Dean held her tighter and thrust impossibly further inside her.

“You wanna try that again?” he rumbled in her ear, battering her cervix with his wild jerks.

“Fuck, Daddy! Want your come! Want your come in my pretty little pussy, Daddy! Please! Fill me up!” she screamed out.

“That’s it… good girl,” Dean soothed as he slid his hand between her legs and began stroking her clit, still grinding and pushing at her deepest parts. “Let go on Daddy’s cock. That’s m’girl,” he praised her as her moans got louder and breathier.

“Come for me, sweet girl. Let Daddy feel you come on his cock again,” his encouragement finally pushed her over the edge, and he felt her body shiver as it erupted in goosebumps just before her walls twitched and clenched uncontrollably.

Dean wasn’t far behind her. His climax hit as soon as her body became lax, and she gasped for breath. He shoved himself as deep as he could go, jerking his hips and grunting her name with every rope of come that left his balls.

“Shit!” Dean whimpered when he finished, wrapping his arms around her and dropping his head onto her shoulder. He placed sweet butterfly kisses all over her neck and shoulder, smirking into her skin as she hummed contentedly in his arms.

He slowly and gently removed himself from her, preening at her whimper of pained pleasure that rippled from her well-fucked pussy and helped her lie down on her side. His eyes automatically settled on her used hole, and he growled, seeing his come drip from her.

“I’ll be right back, okay, sweetheart?” Dean rubbed her thigh, grinning as she nodded dopily in her afterglow and headed to the bathroom. He soaked a clean washcloth in warm water and was back at her side instantly.

As gently as possible, he spread Y/N’s legs and wiped his mess from her before cleaning himself. He threw the soiled washcloth in his laundry basket and climbed into bed with her.

“You doing alright, sweetheart?” Dean asked softly, moving her hair from her face and placing the sweetest of kisses on her forehead.

“Yeah, I’m good. So good!” Y/N giggled. “I wish we’d done that sooner!” she admitted, feeling her face grow warm at her confession. Dean laughed with his whole body, which was just one thing she adored about him.

“So… does this mean you’re giving me a chance to be yours?” Dean questioned shyly.

“Dean,” her voice was soft and filled with warmth. “It would be an honour to call you mine, so yes. If you’ll have me, I’d like to give us a chance.” Y/N shrieked as Dean moved quicker than lightning, rolling over her and trapping her under his body.

“Well, sweetheart, that’s the best damn thing I’ve heard in a long time,” he grinned mischievously. “But nothing, and I mean nothing, will ever beat you screaming my name as you come on my cock!” Dean boxed her in with his arms on each side of her head and leaned down to kiss her with everything he had. He groaned as Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist and circled her hips against his rapidly hardening member.

“What are we gonna tell your mom?” she asked shyly.

“That you couldn’t bear to let me go and flew into a jealous rage at the bar when you saw me chat up another girl?” Dean smirked and pumped his brows. Cocky bastard.

“Shut up!” Y/N whined, slapping his bicep playfully. “I’m serious! You said you told her we’re better as friends… so what now?”

“Now I’m gonna make love to you, sweetheart!” Dean grinned boyishly.

“Dean! I’m-” she started.

“Serious. I know. Me too,” he leaned down to peck her lips. “We are gonna spend the night together, and tomorrow, I’m gonna take you out on a date and then on Sunday, I want you to come to moms for family dinner and…” he paused and fixed his gaze with hers. “I’m gonna tell her the truth. About the wedding, the fake dating, the bar and… now we’re together for real. If that’s alright with you, sweetheart?”

“Yeah. I think it’s best we tell your mom the truth.” Y/N smiled softly and slid her hand around his neck, pulling him down to her lips in a passionate kiss.

“Now,” Y/N’s voice was lust heavy when they pulled apart. “You said something about making love?” she smirked playfully.

“Yes, ma’am!”

THE END

Jensen / Dean Tags: @akshi8278 @deanwanddamons @deans-baby-momma-momma @siospins2 @sexyvixen7 @leigh70 @stoneyggirl2 @hobby27 @candy-coated-misery0731 @im-totally-not-dezi

Can’t Fight This Feeling Tags: @lilred91 @seppys-return-to-madness @deanoxwinchester

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[mlobsters]

supernatural s9e20 bloodlines (w. andrew dabb)

LOL oh my god at the (quick check to make sure i am actually watching spn) hair color change like in the craft!

the craft (1996) [jesus it came out when i was 16??? what is time]

gonna throw the blond in the knockoff boyd holbrook (corinthian) / spn!brady (i called brady boyd hollbrook with a dash of armie hammer i am very consistent in my thought process lol) pile with bartholewhatever because apparently all slim white blond men occupy one spot in my head

spn s5e20 brady / the sandman - boyd holbrook as the corinthian / spn s9e3 bart

we also have budget tom cruise

another hunter via fridge origin story?

DEAN Agents Bonham and Peart, FBI. We will take it from here.

100% heard bottom and pert and died inside a little bit. what i get for having the captions off to screenshot something

why are sam and dean speaking with southern accents, is this someone's recounting of meeting them (like the lilt up on "profile" from dean, the way sam said "last night" for ex. i'm just... they sometimes, like jackles especially does the again uhgin sometimes and other little bits of accent slip in but not like this)

little bit of andrew garfield maybe? lol good god brain, get it together. this actor was also in the vampire diaries as a character i may or may not have seen, already wasted too much time not gonna get a picture

i have a feeling i'm going to commit about 5% of this episode to memory.

MARGO Yeah, you'll what? David, come on. You don't want this. You ran away to be a human. You always had a soft spot for 'em. Look, you're out. Stay out.

slow blink at the stanford era sam parallel

what the fuck is happening. why are sam and dean acting so weird talking to this nice boy ennis who looks about 18. who also has a post-stanford era sam parallel

DAVID Wow. You are so in over your head. Let me give you the short version. Chicago is divided up between five monster families. ENNIS What? Is that a joke? DAVID Do you hear a laugh track?

i mean, i snorted

just insert me saying wtf is happening continuously

he's got the patented single tear of man pain too!

~and the real monsters were the humans~

they must have really been shooting in chicago because it looks like shameless! lol. have they ever shot on location before?

ENNIS But I couldn't walk away. This is my fight now. Hell, it's a damn war, and I got to start somewhere.

laughing loudly, WHAT IS GOING ON. it's like a spinoff test

ENNIS Who is this? VOICE ON PHONE If you start hunting, the monsters will kill you. ENNIS Dad? Dad?

??????

what did i just watch

from the wiki

This episode was also planned to be a backdoor pilot for Supernatural: Bloodlines, a series set in Chicago and based on the characters introduced in this episode, however it was never picked up by the CW.

losing it. that still doesn't explain why sam and dean were acting so strange and accented (briefly) 😂

when people talk about spn getting worse as the seasons go on, this type of episode is what i was worried about haha at least there was a very specific reason it was Like This

i know i'd heard there was a spinoff that didn't go anywhere but i still am somehow very surprised and confused

not-andrew garfield and ennis were good it was just a completely absurd not good episode

#supernatural #spnwatch #spnclip #spn 9x20 #spn clip

[subtextnatural]

Shit, Soldier Boy was on screen for like maybe 5 minutes total and i am already way too soft for him... his scene with the Countess, just... fuck.

idk if this is a residual Dean Winchester effect, or just the magic Jackles effect, but.. dear reddit bros, i get it, i really do.

#The Boys #Soldier Boy #Jensen Ackles #jackles derangement syndrome #the boys s03e05 #R. watches The Boys #R.chitchat

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#5

Better Than Fantasy

Square/s filled: sex against the wall @spnaubingo​ / mutual pining @anyfandomgoesbingo / mutual pining @anyfandomfluffbingo

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Word count: 4,000

Summary: Y/N moves in with Dean, and finds herself in a dilemma when she can't stop fantasizing about all the things she wants him to do to her. She has no idea that Dean has a few fantasies of his own.

Warning: slight angst, fluff, mutual pining, swearing, smut: dirty talk, masturbation (male and female), voyeurism, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up people)

A/N: This is also written for @supernatural-jackles​ Tell Me A Story Bingo, square filled: Roommates. Had a bit of fun with the roommate trope. Happy reading and enjoy! :)

Y/N was right in thinking that living with Dean would be absolute torture. Dean should’ve sworn on his love for pie before ever agreeing to her being his roommate.

They had known each other well enough for her to live with him, an old friend of Sam’s from college who needed a place to stay once she got to Lawrence. Considering Sam and Jess had started a family, they didn’t have the room and didn’t want her to sleep on a couch for an indefinite amount of time. Y/N didn’t really know their extended group of friends yet so of course, that left the only option of living with Dean.

At first, it was easy. They fell into a steady rhythm of one person handling the cooking and one person handling the cleaning, and alternating every few days. The rent was an easy and clear divide between them, which didn’t leave either of them struggling with the rest of the bills, so it was a good fit.

Everything was fine… and then it happened. She got real comfortable in his apartment, real fast. She spent the first few weeks wearing pants around him all the time, and once she felt more at ease, it was oversized shirts and nothing else. She was all legs and smooth skin, and he found himself unable to be around her. Not for any other reason than he couldn’t come on to her and risk losing her as a roommate and friend. Yet he couldn’t help but think about her legs wrapped around him, her soft moans in his ear as he ravaged her, in his dreams late at night, with his hand being the only thing to bring him some relief from the frustration.

So, if she could stop being so damn perfect in every aspect that would be fucking great.

But it wasn’t exactly simple for her either. He had a fondness for no shirts in the morning, his sculpted back and nice, firm ass covered in boxers were her first sight as soon as she left her room every day, his hair sticking up in different directions as he made her coffee and handed it over to her. She would be the first to admit that a perky tush on a man was her favorite thing, but the lines and muscles of his back had her reconsidering that. She wanted nothing more than to dig her nails into it, squeezing his muscles in her hands as he pounded deep into her.

She really needed him to stop looking so goddamn attractive with his rough timbre and beautiful green orbs, his beaming smirk and his all-around amazing personality.

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#4

Always And Forever

Square/s Filled: Breeding Kink - @spnkinkbingo​

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word count: 3,577

Summary: Y/N and Jensen had seen each other in a lot of different outfits or costumes over the years, but wedding attire sure hits different.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, smut: dirty talk, vaginal fingering oral sex (female receiving), breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up people)

A/N: This is the last part to my series, Switching Roles. This was born from something that was just meant to be a one shot, but clearly into was meant to spiral into five more parts. I have to shout out my girl @writercole, because this little series wouldn't have been possible without her. Everyone say thank you Cole! Beta’d by my darling @downanddirtydean. As always, happy reading and enjoy! 

Several months passed before either Y/N or Jensen made any decisions about their upcoming wedding. He had been so busy with getting all his projects in order, the last few filming days of The Boys, and she had just as much on her plate, picking up several jobs for photoshoots and even picking up a few writing jobs. Once they finally managed to come up for air long enough to see each other and have more than a few days together, they decided to start planning how they wanted things to happen on their special day.

They realized pretty fast that they didn’t want an enormous wedding, but they still wanted to celebrate with their family and friends. Deciding very quickly that having the wedding at the house allowed them to still have an intimate ceremony, but also have everyone they loved present.

Y/N got ready at the house while Jensen was at Jared’s, the only tradition they really stuck to, wanting to keep some element of surprise between them. She was glad she had hired someone to organize everything, knowing that she didn’t have the time with a busy schedule to do it herself, and that everything had gone smoothly. She peeked through the curtains to see the backyard, her smile widening as she saw how perfect it all looked.

“Just a couple more hours to go,” her mom stated behind her, causing her to turn around.

“I know,” Y/N sighed, biting her lip as she sat down at the edge of her bed, running her fingers over her dress. It was a long sleeved, shimmer fabric with a long flowing skirt and a deep cut in the back. “I just want to see Jensen, just finally be married.”

“I can’t believe we’re finally here,” Sarah muttered, smiling brightly. “I guess y’all officially owe me.”

Y/N beamed, knowing how true that was. They really did owe her, because if she hadn’t been working on Supernatural, then she never would’ve introduced Y/N to Jensen, and they wouldn’t be getting married in a little under two hours.

“Okay,” Y/N stood up, looking down at her dress with a soft smile on her face, “let’s do this.”

She had her make-up and hair done within the hour; her strands pulled up into a delicate bun with loose locks framing her face. As time ticked away and got closer to the ceremony, she let out a sigh of relief as she slipped into her dress. A wave of emotions washed over her as she realized it wasn’t too much longer until she could call Jensen her husband and she wanted nothing more than to get to that moment. She couldn’t wait to see him, because 24 hours without him by her side was the most that she could handle.

After a few photos with her parents and Sarah, Y/N stepped out to the backyard, taking in the lanterns hanging from the trees, the rose arch for the ceremony, the few tables that were set up for the food, along with white and pink roses and candles for decoration. Everything had come together better than she had expected, and she was relieved that any problems they had were during the planning, not on the day of their wedding itself.

Sarah came to whisk her away as the time of the ceremony approached, both of them hiding in the pool room that led to the yard as they watched the guests coming in and taking their seats in front of the arch. Y/N saw Jared walking towards the front, causing to quickly turn away as she had no doubt Jensen was with him; she wanted the first time she saw him in the past few hours to be as she walked down the aisle. Soon, the music started, and Sarah hugged her tight, walking out first. Y/N took a deep breath as she walked out, her heart beat steady and strong.

She smiled softly at some of the guests as she walked past them, and she reached the end of the aisle and her eyes finally met Jensen’s, she beamed. He looked immaculate in his tux, his grin as bright as hers as he reached for her hand. They had seen each other in several different outfits over the years, a few costumes thanks to Supernatural and The Boys, and even she had dressed up for him a couple of times, but none of that compared to the vision of her in her dress, walking towards him, and she felt the same about him in his suit.

“I missed you,” he whispered, his thumb stroking across her knuckles.

“I missed you, too,” she whispered back, squeezing his fingers.

“Are we ready?” the officiant asked, as he stood in front of them.

Jensen gazed at Y/N, a small smirk on his face before he looked back at him. “Absolutely.”

The ceremony was short and sweet, the vows they said to each other were beautiful and held all the promises for the future they wanted to build together. The guests clapped and cheered for them as they walked up the aisle, following behind them as they moved across the yard where all the food and drinks were set up. They went their separate ways briefly as they greeted their friends and family, accepting their love and congratulations. She smiled as she rushed over to all their friends from Supernatural, almost getting tackled by a few of them. Jensen caught up with a few of The Boys cast that had made it to the wedding, which he was really thankful for. Having new friends as well as old made everything even more special.

Y/N said a quick hello to Rob before he and the rest of Louden Swain got set up, offering up their services for free as a present to the couple, which they were incredibly grateful for. They knew everyone was going to have a great night if they were in charge of entertainment. The band played all the classics that Y/N and Jensen played, a few of their own songs that they wanted the boys to play, and before they knew it, it was basically a Saturday Night Special right there in their yard with Briana taking the mic, followed by Rich.

“You gonna sing something?” Y/N muttered into Jensen’s ear, her arms around his neck as they swayed to the music.

“You want me to sing you something?” Jensen asked in return, smirking.

“Wouldn’t hate it,” she shrugged, a playful smile on her lips. “You know how I feel about that voice of yours.”

“Let me see what I can do,” he stated, winking as he pulled away from her.

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262 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

#3

Touch

Square/s filled: Coffee Shop AU and Hand Kink @anyfandomkinkbingo

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Female!Reader

Word count: 3,110

Summary: A visit from the elusive lawyer Y/N is secretly crushing on turns out to be the best part of her day, and brings promises of something more.

Warning: Fluff, swearing, minor angst, smut: slight dirty talk, hand kink, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up people)

A/N: I wrote this for @huffle-pissed Vibes and Valentines challenge, with the prompt “if we keep this up, it only ends one way.” (in bold in the fic). I love how this turned out and yes, Matt Murdock is in the rotation of men currently ruining my life. Hope you all enjoy! :)

Y/N didn’t really like routines.

Getting up, getting ready and getting the hell out of her apartment on time for work was all something she hated doing, but that was the reality of the world. Working at the coffee shop two blocks away wasn’t rewarding, especially dealing with customers that ranged from good to bad to very, very ugly. Whether it was opening the shop, doing a shorter shift in the middle of the day, or closing after a tiring one, it was all a part of the routine she couldn’t stand. It was all for a job she hated, and she couldn’t wait for the day that she was finally out of that place, with a little more control of what she did with her time.

There was only one thing in that routine that made it bearable, that actually made coming into work worth it, and that was one customer in particular.

Matt Murdock, attorney at law and the only man who seemed to have the ability to leave her weak in the knees from just a few minutes of interaction in the mornings. He would come into the shop at 8:15AM on the dot, order a large drip coffee, refuse change but leave a great tip after he chatted with her a little. A few quips, a flash of that gorgeous smile and instantly he would make her day better without even knowing it.

She knew he probably didn’t care about her, that he was just being friendly like she was sure he was to everyone, but he was the best part of her day and she really wished she could tell him that. Unfortunately for her however, that day she would be working during the day and closing later, so until he came in for a midday caffeine hit, she probably wouldn’t be seeing him.

Around 3pm, after the lunch time rush and college kids slumming it for a few hours to get out of classes, she was alone in the shop with only her book to keep her company. They were currently understaffed, so while she would usually have someone working with her, the lack of employees was really putting a strain on those of them that were left. There was never much to do between the one or two customers that would come in, so there she was, leaning over the counter, her nose buried in the latest novel she was reading.

The bell above the door of the shop rang, a light, repetitive tapping catching her attention. She lifted her head, her eyes widening as she saw Matt walking in, his cane hitting the floorboards as he made his way to the counter.

“Matt,” she sighed, her voice hitching as she took in his soft, brown hair and strong jaw, a light stubble adding to his appeal. “Hi, how are you?”

“Good, though it’s a slow workday,” he replied, smirking softly. “Hoping another large drip coffee does the trick.”

“Sure thing,” she muttered, shuffling back towards the coffee machine.

“Seems like things have been slow here, too,” he observed, tilting his head slightly.

Y/N poured the fresh coffee she had just made before he got to the shop into a Styrofoam cup, snapped the lid on as she walked over to the counter, glancing around the room before she looked at Matt, frowning.

A smile grew on his face as he sensed confusion through the silence. “You snapped your book shut when I walked in and the music’s a few notches higher than usual. Plus, there’s no clattering of cups and spoons, so I have to assume it’s only me in here.”

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, even more in awe of him than she ever was. She slid the cup across the surface of the counter, her eyes glancing over him as he reached for it. He slipped his hand into his pocket, taking out a folded bill and sliding it across to her. She pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh as she pushed the money back to him.

“Matt, that’s uh… that’s a 50,” she confessed.

He huffed a small laugh, shaking his head. “Sure you don’t want to take advantage?”

“God no!” she exclaimed, chuckling.

“Foggy sure would’ve.” His melodic guffaw joined hers, as he placed it back in his pocket and took out another bill, a twenty dollar one this time and placed it on the counter. “Must’ve folded it wrong.”

She nimbly pinched the money between her fingers, her hand close to Matt’s, their knuckles brushing against each other’s. She flinched slightly, cursing herself as she watched his hand retreat and take hold of his cane again. He stepped back, his lips pulling up briefly before he gave her a small nod.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome,” she whispered as he walked out, the bell ringing once more as the door closed.

Sighing heavily, she dropped her head in her hands, a frustrated groan leaving her. She hated the fact that she was like this, taking one step forward to talking to Matt but then taking two steps back and never mustering the courage to ask him out. Maybe it was a good thing in the long run, what’s a smart, good-looking lawyer like him going to do with her anyway? She often thought about that, but then other ideas, like ones of his hands roaming over her skin, his lips on hers as well as other parts of her body, always made their way into her mind.

With her lack of courage, those images would probably never become a reality.

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359 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

#2

Away From The Public

Pairing: Jensen x Female!Publicist!Reader

Word count: 3,366

Summary: Lingering looks and touches between Jensen and Y/N at The Boys premiere could put their friendship and working relationship on the line as they can't fight their feelings anymore.

Warnings: Swearing, mild angst, smut: dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), brief handjob, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), fluff

A/N: As soon as I saw this photo from The Boys premiere, I knew what I wanted to do with it, and I really like how this turned out, so I hope you all do too! As always, happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my love @evergreencowboy​.

Cheers came from the crowd behind the barriers as Y/N stepped out of the black SUV. She buttoned up the blazer of her completely black ensemble, apart from her red patent leather heels, standing beside the open car door, waiting for the next person to get out. She saw several fans moving back and forth, trying to see who was about to step onto the carpet,  giggling to herself. She always loved this part.

Jensen stepped out of the car, waving as the cheers and screams grew, causing her smile to widen. There it was. She closed the door behind him and flashed her badge to the security guards, thanking them as they were let through. Jensen slipped his sunglasses on before buttoning his black, double-breasted, pinstripe jacket, looking down the carpet as he sighed heavily.

“That’s a lot of cameras,” he remarked, glancing back at her.

“You’re gonna be fine,” she reassured him, patting his arm lightly before she gestured behind her at the rest of the cast. “Chace and Tomer are right behind you, so you’re good.”

Jensen smirked as he raised his fist, allowing her to bump her own into it, giving him a light pat on his back. He walked onto the blue carpet, thanking fans that were there as he signed merch, before waving at them and continuing down the line. Photos were taken first, as Y/N guided him to each spot, simultaneously looking at the schedule on her phone of the outlets that wanted interviews.

“Not as bad as you were thinking, huh?” she asked as she walked past him, pointing out the next stop on the press line.

“Never said it was bad, sweetheart,” he replied, chuckling, “just a lot more than I’m used to.”

“Well, if I do my job right, things are only getting bigger from here,” she stated, flashing him a smile.

“Pretty sure you’ve never done your job wrong, darlin’,” he jested, his usual drawl slipping out slightly as he walked over to the next set up.

Jensen’s hand brushed across hers as he moved past her, glancing back and flashing her that smirk she had come to fall for over the years, before he focused his attention on the interview. They had been friends for years, since the middle of Supernatural’s run when his management changed, and she oversaw his publicity. She always kept things professional, but somewhere along the way he had become a really good friend, and eventually for her at least, he became a lot more in her heart. Still, she had never crossed the line, and she didn’t plan to.

“Hey, you okay?” she heard a voice ask behind her.

Shaking her head, she came back to reality. She smiled at Karen as she stood next to her, giving her a small nod. “Yeah, sorry, I totally spaced for a second.”

“You’ve been busy, I totally get it,” Karen said, smiling softly at her. “At least you don’t have to worry about him after the premiere and get the rest of the night off.”

“Yep, I got a hot date with the hotel bathtub,” Y/N quipped, chuckling lightly as she stepped back and let the other woman pass.

The press line continued until the end of the carpet. The cast stood together as Y/N kept to the side, feeling her heart skip a beat as she watched Jensen interact with the rest of them. They had all welcomed him in so easily, and he fit in with them like he had always been there. She was glad he had such an incredible experience with them, and she hoped that would continue.

Once inside the theatre, Y/N stood close to the doors as the cast and Eric took the stage, answering a few more questions from the host of the evening before the room darkened, ready to air the first episode of the season. She continued to work on her phone, catching glimpses of what was happening and laughing to herself at the crowd’s reaction. She made her way backstage before the episode was over, ready for them to walk back to the cars.

“You know, if you’re not doing anything, you should come to dinner,” Jensen suggested, glancing down at her as they took the back exit of the theatre.

“Really?” she asked, frowning.

“Yeah,” he replied, casually as he shrugged his shoulders. “We haven’t gotten a chance to hang out, might be nice.”

“No, uh… it’s okay, I got a lot of emails to reply to and then I’m gonna soak in the tub,” she declined, a faint smile playing at her lips. “But you guys have fun.”

Jensen guided Karen and Claudia down the carpet, letting them get into the car first before he turned back to Y/N. “Put work away for one night and come out with us. With me.”

She sighed, huffing a small laugh before she looked back at him. “Okay.”

“Awesome.”

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362 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Enrapture

Square/s Filled: Mirror Sex - @anyfandomgoesbingo​ Custom The Boys card

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

Word count: 4,000

Summary: Y/N is a P.A on the Solid Gold music program, and is excited for Soldier Boy's appearance. She hopes to catch his attention for a few seconds, but doesn't expect him to take such an interest in her.

Warnings: Swearing, some angst, Soldier Boy being a Grade A asshole, drug use, A WHOLE LOTTA SMUT: dirty talk, degradation, oral sex (male receiving), deepthroating, face fucking, brief female masturbation, brief mention of glory holes, nipple play, mirror sex, hair pulling, spanking, unprotected sex (SB pulls out), hand job, cum swallowing. EXTREMELY NSFW 18+ ONLY. A touch of narcissism, more assholery.

A/N: I am officially OBSESSED with how this turned out, so I hope you guys like it! As always, happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my love @evergreencowboy​ (sorry not sorry for killing you lol)

Y/N had always prided herself on doing her job in a timely manner and doing it correctly.

When she was hired as a P.A for the Solid Gold segment at one of the major television stations, it was unexpected to say the least. She had applied, but considering the entertainment industry was so male dominated, she was sure it was going to slip through her fingers. Then one day she got the call that the job was hers, and she never looked back after it. There was never a dull moment on the set of the music program, especially when supes were invited to join the hour. Sometimes they would be surprisingly good, and other times it was clear they were just there to fulfill their duties from talent management at Vought American.

When Y/N found out who was coming into film their appearance that day she tried not to implode with excitement. Soldier Boy would be at the studio, and she had made sure to clip her gold Soldier Boy inspired pin to her blouse, in the hopes that he would notice if she got to meet him.

“Do you know when he’s gonna be here?” one of the other P.A’s, Josh, asked her as soon as she arrived in the studio.

“He should actually be here soon,” she informed him, grinning.

Just as Y/N picked up one of the walkie-talkies and clipped it to her thick belt, her head whipped around as the sound of heavy boots coming down the hallway reached her ears. She stepped forward, an enamoured smile pulling at her lips as she noticed the swagger with which Soldier Boy walked into the room. His eyes met no one’s as he passed by, an entourage behind him, chattering quickly as they followed him to the assigned dressing room. She saw a small flash of his green suit before he disappeared around the corner, her heart beating fast with the exhilaration of seeing him in the flesh.

She had only ever seen him on television appearances or his old movies that she loved to watch with her parents, but never just mere inches away. She couldn’t wait to tell her family; they were going to freak out.

“That was so awesome,” Josh breathed, stunned by the supe’s presence.

“I kn-” she was about to agree when they both jumped, seeing one of their co-workers being shoved out of the dressing room, his back hitting the wall.

“Did no one get the memo about iced?!”

Y/N eyes widened as she heard the booming voice of the beloved supe echo across the studio. Everyone was in shock as they looked at each other, unsure of what to do. She gulped as she saw her boss stalking towards her, his pace frantic as he pulled her aside.

“He’s in a mood, so I need you to go get an iced coffee from that coffee shop down the street,” he instructed her, glancing back to the dressing room before he looked at her again, “and uh, make sure the ice isn’t melting by the time you get back.”

“Bill, it’s a hundred degrees outside, it’s gonna be melting as soon as I get out of the store,” she hissed, her features pulling into an annoyed expression. He had to come to her with this? Seriously?

“I don’t care what you do, just do it,” he countered, glaring at her. With that as his last word, he left.

“Fuck,” she gritted out between her clenched teeth, picking up her purse from where it was hanging from the chair.

She knew she had to move quickly lest someone else get yelled at unnecessarily. She was nothing if not professional and she wasn’t about to let the needless display of entitlement from Soldier Boy change that.

She’d leave that out when she retold the events of her day to her family.

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591 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

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uhhhh i know im an spn blog and kinda by extension jackles but like not really But since i watched the boys last year without any knowledge of him being in s3 and got attached to it separately from its relation to spn the only things i rlly care abt in the boys s3 are kimiko and frenchie and homelander finally getting his ass beat . spn and the boys can and Do exist separately and jackles has to prove himself before i can give a shit abt his character just like everyone else did hes not special anymore . you have to earn your whore boots back sir

#spn #supernatural #the boys #destiel #jackles #jensen ackles #kimiko and butcher hold the title of ‘troubled character with violence issues thats actually soft inside’ now buddy

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Any Way That You Want Me [1]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female reader (AU Record store owner!Dean x writer!female reader)

Summary: Dean’s your neighbor and best friend...and who wouldn’t have a crush on Dean Winchester?

Requests are open. Tagging for a permanent list and this fic are open.

Yes I know this is probably the oldest prompt in history but who cares, I love fluffy, funny, soft Dean.

Yes, the title is a Radio Company song. No, I didn’t base my fic on that but it kinda fits?

Also, pls use current Jackles look (long hair, scruff/beard) as reference for this fic, trust me.

Masterlist

With your favorite background music, you prepare a snack fit for a Saturday movie night: popcorn, a light sandwich, and a glass of wine are the basics for a low-key, quiet night. You went out last night with your co-workers and even if you love them, you’re always more of an indoors kind of person. As the decent neighbor you are, your music isn’t too loud so others can’t hear it, which means you can hear every time your neighbor across the hall brings in one of his female visitors. It’s not like you can hear the whole thing, but at least the welcome and goodbye at the door are good indicators of what his night will be like.

You chuckle at Dean and his ability to flirt with whoever he pleases and even get them to come back to his place. Dean’s great, you’re good friends, and you know you can always count on him for anything. Even to fix things in your apartment or give you a ride somewhere you don’t know. Though a reliable friend and neighbor, his charm doesn’t escape you. His stupid jokes, his endless film references, and his otherworldly metabolism that lets him eat six cheeseburgers in five days are some of the most amusing things about him.

As you turn off your music and make yourself comfortable on the couch, you press play and sit back to enjoy a new discovery in independent film.

/

Across the hall, a girl discovers she likes blonde, green-eyed boys…especially the one she’s sharing a bed with. She played hard to get earlier tonight, but she just found out it was all worth it.

Comes Sunday morning and she’s already gone, and an un-surprised Dean sighs deeply as he gets out of bed and takes a quick shower. He puts on his black t-shirt and quickly dries his hair before heading to your place for the usual Sunday breakfast you agreed on once you both silently decided that you were friends and actually enjoyed each other’s company. Dean doesn’t have friends, and it’s not an overstatement, it’s just who he is. There’s got to be something behind that…but you just haven’t asked. And he doesn’t have girl friends either, which is why it’s still a mystery to you how you two have come to this.

He knocks on your door, and you open as you’re still fixing your tank top. It escapes your sight how he smirks and gives you a quick up-and-down look.

“Hey, come in.” You let him in as he walks past you, leaving a slight trace of his just-showered scent.

“Mornin’.” The second you met him, you smiled at how obvious his accent was, but if you’re being honest, it’s kind of part of his appeal. What? You’re not blind, the guy’s hot but you’re not about to let him know, are you?

“How was your night?” You ask as he sits on the counter and you pour him a cup of coffee. He takes a good sip of his coffee and he shakes his head in disbelief.

“It was…uh…great, I guess. Girl was gone when I woke up.” He shrugs.

“Isn’t that the whole point of one-night stands?” You pour yourself a cup of coffee to drink while you’re making waffles, his favorite breakfast. You never used to have waffles, but once you found out he loved them so much, they are a must-have in your kitchen.

“Yeah, but sometimes they stay, you know…for one last…” You chuckle and he shrugs. “What are you laughing about?”

“Nothing! It’s just funny when you get all worked up over a girl that you just met and specifically just wanted to get to bed.” He rolls his eyes at you and keeps drinking his coffee.

“What about you? Anything exciting happen?”

“If watching two movies and getting half-drunk counts as exciting then, yeah, something happened.” He chuckles and stares at you for a moment. “What?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs.

“Tell me.”

“I just think you should…loosen up from time to time.” He fixes his gaze on yours as you give him a small smile.

“What do you mean, loosen up? I don’t like just sleeping around all the time.” You tell him as you serve him his waffles.

“I’m not saying all the time, but it’s good from time to time. Don’t you think?” He says as he stuffs a huge piece of waffle in his mouth.

“Well, yeah, but…I don’t know…guys these days are just…jerks.”

“Oh, thanks.” He smirks at you.

“You know what I mean. Let’s say you, for instance, when have you ever talked to a girl with absolutely no interest in sleeping with her?” He narrows his eyes mockingly, as if he’s actually thinking about an answer.

“You and I have never slept together.” He states matter-of-factly.

“That wasn’t exactly your choice.” You cross your arms, and quirk up an eyebrow. “Do you actually remember when we met?”

“Yeah, I’d just moved here and we ran into each other at the hall.”

“And?”

“I hit on you.”

“I rest my case.” He presses his lips and you laugh at him, loving every time you win your tiny arguments and he looks down with sad eyes and a pout.

“This has taken a different turn. We were talking about your social life. Come on, when was the last time you slept with someone?” He asks as you sit beside him.

“I’m not telling you that.” You scoff.

“I thought we were friends.”

“Exactly, we are, which is why I know you and I’m not telling you that.”

“Oh, come on! Just an estimate, it doesn’t have to be an exact…date.”

“Sorry, Dean, you aren’t winning this one.” You sip your coffee as you look at him through your eyelashes and he stares at you with that glow in his eyes.

“Alright, you win for now but you still need more dates.”

“Exactly, dates. Not just sex.”

“Where do you draw the line?” You punch his arm and he chuckles. “It’s an honest question! I don’t think I’ve ever had a date.”

You can’t help but laugh at that and he frowns at your reaction.

“Are you serious?” He shrugs. “Wow.”

“Is it that bad?”

“No, I just…I mean, I figured a guy that looks like you would have a little more experience in the dating world and finally ended up deciding that dating is not his thing or something.”

“That looks like me? What’s that supposed to mean?” He quirks up an eyebrow, clearly teasing you about your slight confession and you roll your eyes at him.

“Please, you know exactly what that means. You’ve got a mirror, right?”

“I’m sorry I don’t understand what you’re saying.” He frowns mockingly and stares at you.

“I’m not saying it, Dean.”

“Saying what?”

“You jerk, eat your breakfast.”

“Whatever, you think I’m hot.” He stuffs yet another huge piece of waffle in his mouth and you bite your lip in amusement. So what if you’ve got this little, tiny, minuscule crush on him? It’s not like anything’s going to happen. You’ve seen how he is with girls and you’re not about to become one more conquest for him.

/

It’s not a habit of yours, but today you both decided to go out for a long walk as you grabbed some coffee and caught up with each other’s life.

“So how was your week at work? Any news on that promotion?” He asks you as you sit on a bench underneath a tree that has saved you from the heat and the sun.

“It was great but no, not yet. I shouldn’t have gotten excited about it if it was just a rumor.” You shrug.

“But you deserve it, you’ve worked at that place for two years already. They love you there.”

“They should.” You nod. “What about you? How’s the shop going?”

“It’s great, actually. Lots of sales this week.”

“Really? That’s awesome. You’re great a selling records, you know basically everything about music.”

For a moment, both of you remain silent and stare at each other’s eyes with a small smile on your faces.

“What is it?” He asks, but you were a little too busy staring at that glow in his eyes.

“Nothing.” You shake your head, looking away from him. “Um, I was just thinking.”

“About what? Is everything okay?” He frowns.

“Yeah, I was thinking about, um, what you said about my promotion. I guess I should bring it up somehow, or something.” You look back at him to find him biting his lip and gazing at you.

You press your lips to suppress your amused smile at that look he’s giving you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s giving the look he gives every girl he wants to take home. You’ve gone out with him enough times to know what he does. But no, he’d never look at you like that.

He clears his throat and responds after a moment, “Yeah, totally. At least state your case and be heard.”

“I will.”

The rest of your Sunday goes as smoothly as ever; being with Dean is so easy, it’s like you were meant to be friends and be around each other all the time. You wonder if he feels the same way, you can’t help but question if he really trusts you as much as you trust him, or if he likes your company as much as you like his.

Back at your building you’re standing at your door as you call it a day after having shared all three meals with him today. For lunch, he was craving burgers, as usual. For dinner, he said he wanted pizza, as if he hadn’t had two burgers and fries some hours earlier.

“We should do this more often you know.” He clears his throat, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“We hang out all the time.” You frown, slightly confused.

“Yeah, but…on Sundays we usually just have breakfast together and we go on our own to run errands or whatever.” He pauses. “I mean…it was nice to just…hang out on a Sunday.” He shrugs gently and gives you a crooked grin.

Your stomach twitches at the sound of his rough voice telling you exactly what you wanted to hear, and you simply nod with a smile.

“Anytime.”

“Night, Y/N.”

“Night, Dean.”

/

“So, you’re saying the king of one-night stands, the dude that swept you off your feet since he moved in, and that you managed to turn into your best friend said he wanted to hang out on Sundays with you? Girl, he’s got it for you, too.” Your co-worker and friend Charlie tells you as you both take a break at the coffee lounge in the office.

“How did you come to that conclusion based on that kind of information?” You ask, laughing.

“You’re the one that keeps saying that he doesn’t make friends and that he doesn’t have any. How come he magically makes an exception for you? It’s not like he’s just looking for a meaningless night with you, he likes you more than he knows or wants to admit.”

“That’s ridiculous. How come girls and boys can’t be friends anymore?”

“Oh, they can. But Dean Winchester with the dreamy eyes, ridiculously perfect eyelashes, and beautifully sculpted nose cannot.” You laugh again at how Charlie mocks what you literally think of Dean’s looks. “Besides, I’ve come to your apartment a thousand times. Every time I’m there he knocks on your door with some lame excuse about needing something from you. He hasn’t flirted with me and he doesn’t even know I like girls.”

“Because you’re my friend, Charlie!”

“Exactly my point. He could’ve flirted with me, but he hasn’t. Because I’m your friend and it would risk losing you.”

“You’re insane.”

“And you’re in denial…and in love.”

Your almost finished conversation is interrupted by a text on your phone. You quickly open it to find a selfie Dean sent you with his chin resting on his palm and a fake pout.

“No customers yet!!!!!” He says.

“No customers at all or no customers you can flirt with?” You reply quickly, with a smile on your face and your attention slightly driven to the close-up of his freckles in his picture.

“HA HA, very funny! Wyd tonight?”

“Y/N!” Charlie exclaims, snapping her fingers in front of your face.

“What?” You widen your eyes to focus your attention on her.

“Did Dean just text you?”

“No.” You scoff. “Well, he just asked what I am doing tonight.”

“What are you going to say?” She quirks up a questioning eyebrow.

“Well, I’m not doing anything.” You shrug.

“Wait, does that mean you’re going on a date?” You roll your eyes at her and get back to Dean’s chat.

“Nothing, what do you have in mind?” You ask him, ignoring Charlie and her endless ideas about you and Dean getting together someday.

/

Setting down the pizza box and two beers, you prepare for a re-re-re watch of The Untouchables. His obsession with mafia movies and westerns only seems to grow over the years. You wonder if he talks about any of this with anyone else.

“Dean, we’ve watched this movie like three hundred times.” You say as you reluctantly sit on the couch and grab a slice of pizza.

“You’re welcome! It’s only one of the best movies of all time!”

“Oh, I know, I’ve seen it.” You emphasize with a chuckle.

“Come on, one last time and we won’t watch it till Christmas.” He almost pouts and you roll your eyes at him.

“Christmas is in less than three months.”

“Plenty of time to forget some dialogue and re-watch it to remember it.” He shrugs as if what he’s saying makes any sense.

After you’ve had three slices of pizza, you grab a cushion and place it on his lap.

“What are you doing?” He asks, pointing at the cushion.

“Resting my head.” You reply, already using his lap as a pillow. He dismisses the jolt in his belly and the comfort that rests in his heart as you set yourself carelessly on his lap.

“You’re going to fall asleep, Y/N!” He fakes annoyance and ignores the childish feeling in his heart.

“I’m not! Just keep watching.” You let out a sigh as you’ve found the most comfortable position on Earth. He is. He lets out a frustrated groan and teases you by placing his cold beer on your arm.

“Jerk.”

“I was resting it on my lap, now you’re on my lap.”

Unable to fulfill your promise, you fell asleep by half of the movie. Only you didn’t know that. As the end credits appear, you flutter your eyes to realize it’s one of the best naps you’ve ever had. You clear your throat and slowly sit up to see Dean with his arms crossed and a quirked-up eyebrow.

You squint waiting for the drama he’s about to unleash.

“You fell asleep for half of The Untouchables. Do you realize what that does to our friendship?”

“Well, I haven’t the other thousand times we’ve watched it!”

“It only takes once to break my trust.” He shrugs.

“It’s your fault, if we’re being honest.”

“How?” He rolls his eyes at you.

“You’re very comfortable to sleep on! We’ve even watched this on a bed and I’ve never dozed off.” He finally chuckles and gives his beer one last sip.

“At least now I know you don’t snore.” He says, fixing his gaze on yours, making you notice a glisten on the green of his eyes as the dim light shines through them.

“Oh yeah? Why did you want to know if I snore?” You wear a smirk as you notice his eyes falling anywhere but you.

“Just…things you know about friends.” His murmured voice and his distracted gaze give away his half-ass answer and you simply nod, unable to erase your smirk.

“I should go, let you get back to your beauty sleep.” He pats your knee as he gets up and stretches his back.

“You need that too, you know.”

“Oh, I know, this face is not low-maintenance.” He says, drawing a circle with his index over his face. He leans over and kisses your forehead briefly. “Night, sweetheart.”

“Night, Deano.”

“Don’t ever call me Deano again!” He shouts before closing the door behind him, leaving you with a chuckle and a fluttering heart.

Some moments later, as you’re brushing your teeth, a texts pops into your screen.

“Why did you let me drink so much? Won’t get up 2morrow.” He writes along with a selfie, wearing a fake serious look and his black pajama t-shirt with his headboard behind him.

“Just go to bed, not healthy to be texting right before sleeping!!!” You stare at his picture for a moment, wondering if all this is just in your imagination or he really cares for you more than he lets you know.

“Stop replying then!!!!!!!” He sends three emojis blowing a kiss. “Jk, love you, good night.” Unable to reply the same, you send a heart emoji and lock your phone for the rest of the night.

That night, Dean stares at his phone, slightly frowning at that heart emoji you sent. You usually reply more than that. Right? He re-reads his own text: “Love you.” Should he have stuck with “ly” instead of the whole two words? Was it too much? It’s probably nothing. Probably you were too tired that night to reply anything else. That’s gotta be it, right? You had fallen asleep earlier, so yeah, you must’ve been tired.

With a deep sigh, he runs a hand down his face and hopelessly locks his phone. I shouldn’t read that much into it. Wait. Why am I reading that much into this?

Part two

#dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #dean x you #dean fanfic #dean winchester x reader #jensen ackles #radio company #jared padalecki #charlie bradbury #felicia day

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Dean’s Day

Summary: The reader is missing Dean one day. Jensen decides she doesn’t have to miss him at all and allows the reader, and even Dean, the opportunity to have a fun day together...

Pairing: Jensen x reader, Dean x reader

Square: Quote C “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: language, nudity

A/N: Written for @supernatural-jackles​​ Tell Me A Story Bingo and all my Dean girls out there...

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“Hey,” said Jensen. He leaned over the back of the lounger in the home office, resting his chin on top of your head. “Whatcha reading?”

“Fanfic,” you said, scrolling up on your tablet a smidge.

“Is it that smutty one that you sent me yesterday that has that epic cliffhanger?” he asked. “I’m still waiting for that chick to update.”

“Patience is a virtue. And no, this is a short story,” you said, bookmarking it when you got to the bottom. Jensen plucked it out of your hands before you knew it though and quickly was frowning. 

“This is a finale rewrite,” he said, handing it back to you. “You still pissed over that ending huh.”

“Not as pissed as I was. But I just won’t ever like it. I just...don’t like to think that Dean never really got to live a normal safe life. It wasn’t fair to him.”

“No it wasn’t. I wish he got better,” he said. He smiled and sat down beside you, taking out his phone. He tapped for a moment before showing it to you, a mostly black image on the screen but a few words making your eyes widen. “Back in Black. I thought it was a fitting title for the reboot.”

“They’re remaking the show already?” you said. You scowled and he started to laugh. “It’s been less than a-“

“My reboot. Our reboot. Honey ain’t nobody else gonna do my boy justice,” he said. You took the phone out of his hands and stared at the image longer.

“Is that a devil’s trap in the fading?” you asked. He hummed and took the phone back. “Wait. I-”

“That’s enough spoilers for one day,” he said. He kissed your temple and you stood up, Jensen already heading out of the room. “So glad I didn’t tell you about Dean’s girlfriend.”

“Dean’s getting a girlfriend!” you said, bouncing up and down on your toes. “Like, a real relationship?”

“Maybe,” he said with a big ass smirk. “It’s all in pre-production right now. A select few are brainstorming ideas. But I’m not telling you more. I want you to be spoiler free and enjoy it like everybody else.”

“Spoiler free didn’t work out so well last time,” you said. He shrugged and rocked back on his heels. “Alright, alright. Spoiler free.”

“Awesome. Oh. I gotta duck out for like the rest of the day. I’ll catch you tonight,” he said. 

“Uh,” you said, Jensen already gone. He headed upstairs and you looked around, trying to figure out what prank he was pulling on you today. Nothing seemed off and by the time you were upstairs and getting to your bedroom door, Jensen was stepping out in a different flannel and t shirt. “I mean I don’t mind if you have plans for the day. I-“

“I don’t got any plans sweetheart,” he said.

“You just said-“

“Who just said?” You raised an eyebrow, taking a beat for it all to click. That specific flannel with that specific shirt. That specific slight drop in his voice. 

“Jensen.”

“Yeah he’s gonna be back later. He said you get me today to do with as you please,” he smirked. 

“Jens-”

“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.” He pressed a finger to your lips and pecked a quick kiss to your cheek. You stared at him and he clasped his hands behind his back, twirling his hips as he stood in place.

“Dean.”

“Yes?” he asked. 

“So you’re Dean today,” you said. He hummed and nodded, lifting up onto his tip toes and falling back down. “And I can do whatever I want to you.”

“Yup,” he said, popping his p.

“Alright, Dean. How you still alive after that finale? Something to do with Back in Black I heard?” You grinned and he narrowed his eyes, a sliver of Jensen coming through.

“Oh that’s on a need to know basis sweetheart. Just know I ain’t gone anywhere,” he said. “Alive and kicking. You gonna play it that way today cause our mutual friend gave me permission to do as I please too if you start acting up.”

“Dean, sweetie,” you said. “You’re an even bigger bottom than Jensen. Let’s not pretend you aren’t.”

You patted his ass as you walked past, humming and slipping out of the room. 

“Come on Dean. I have things I want to do with you today.”

“Oh Dean,” you called from where you lounged in your chair beside the pool. Dean waggled a few fingers from where he floated around on a mat in the water, eyes shut behind a pair of sunglasses. “Would you like to order some sandwiches for lunch? It’s supposed to rain soon.”

“Alright,” he said with a stretch.

“Head on up to the bathroom for me. I’ll be there in just a minute,” you said. He hummed and rolled off the float, swimming and dragging along the mat until he took it out and tossed it in the pool toy box tucked against the fence. He headed inside wrapped in his towels while you picked up a few things. You stopped in the kitchen and put in an order for an hour from then, heading on upstairs, the house darker with the clouds rolling in.

You found him in the bathroom, swim shorts and towel in the basket, halfway into the shower. A tsk left your lips and he froze, looking back over his shoulder. 

“No, no,” you said. You went to the tub and turned on the water, getting it to a nice temperature and plugging it. Your bathing suit came off and you gathered up his shampoo and conditioner from the shower along with your body wash. “Dean.”

You held out a hand and he took it, allowing you to pull him into the rising water with you, a smidge of Jensen coming through as he realized what you were about to do, an experience he himself had had more than once when he got too stressed out.

“What’s up sweetheart?” he said, leaning closer as if he didn’t already know the answer.

“Close your eyes,” you said. He shut his and you turned him around, sliding him back against your chest. You wrapped one arm around his waist and he let out a sigh. “When’s the last time you took a bath Dean?”

“No idea. Probably a kid,” he said, resting his head back as you started to scoop water up and over his hair to get it wet. “You gonna wash my hair?”

“Yes I am. I like to wash Jensen’s hair sometimes. He’s not so good about relaxing and letting himself be taken care of every once in a while.” He was quiet, humming softly. “He’s better about it lately though.”

“He appreciates it,” he said. You leaned forward and hit off the water, grabbing his shampoo. You squirted some in your hands and put it on his head, working it into a lather. “Feels nice.”

“Good. A spa day never hurt anyone, especially retired hunters,” you said. 

“You know, in the meantime, until you get a confirmation I mean, I think you should consider me alive and well.”

“Oh really? So what are you up to these days then?” you said, giving his scalp a good scrub that made him hum deeply.

“Been hanging with my boy a lot. Driving around. Golfing. Swimming. Boating. Concerts. He really loves you. He loves me too.”

“He’s pretty great,” you said.

“What about you sweetheart? You love me?”

“Yes I do.” You kissed his cheek and smiled. “What about you? You interested in any-“

“Sh. Back to bath cuddling,” he said. 

“Alright Dean. Whatever you want today.”

“You have some pretty nice cuddles I gotta say,” he said late that night as you lay in bed together. His head was resting on your shoulder, arm over your waist. “Thanks for today. Never really got to have a girl to take care of me before.”

“I’m always here if you ever want that again. Until you can get a girlfriend in the future at least,” you said.

“I’ll take you up on that. I’m always here if you need me too sweetheart,” he said.

“Okay,” you said, kissing his temple. “Tell Jensen thanks for today.”

“I will. I’ll see you around soon. Later sweetheart,” he said, lifting his head and giving you a soft, slow kiss. 

“Later Dean,” you said. You closed your eyes and heard him shift on the bed. “Hi Jensen.”

“Hi honey. How was your day?” he asked.  

“Good,” you said, smushing your face into his chest. “I love you so much.”

“Take care of our boy?” he asked.

“Jay.”

“I know you did. I don’t know about you but I’m beat after that day of pampering,” he said.

“Honey. Thanks for that,” you said.

“I did it for him too,” he said. You hugged him and he returned it, snuggling into your side. “Night sweetheart.”

“Night Jens. And Dean.”

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[mlobsters]

supernatural s14e13 lebanon (w. meredith glynn, andrew dabb)

weird pre-ep recap, mishmash of clips and the music abruptly changing tone in between the punchy rock and then doom drone for the part about dean's box o' self destruction

apparently it was sam's turn to be a doofus around a bunch of magical/cursed/whatever items? not his usual bag

(script linked on wiki)

ok then. they really did decide to take turns

ok, that was quick. is this supposed to be a fun episode?

mmk

JACKSON Hey. The Campbell brothers. Lemme guess – the usual?

campbell brothers, of course

from 7x07 the mentalists MUSEUM GUIDE Never ended well for the siblings. DEAN Why is that? MUSEUM GUIDE Mm, the strain of working together, or maybe just being around each other all their lives. Those two were the exception, actually – the Campbells. Got along famously. Of course, that was just a stage name. They weren’t actually brothers. That was a cover for their, um… alternative lifestyle.

twofer of mary campbell and them.

DEAN Make it double. SAM Dean, listen to this. Uh, hangman’s rope, fairy dust, John Wayne Gacy’s cigar box.

wild guess that the episode will also involve a creepy clown ghost then

ELIOT I mean, think about it. Where do they even come from? Them or their weird sidekick with the trench coat. And what about that kid with the dumb Bambi on his face all the time?

see, that is the way to do it, poke fun at the show, not the fans

SAM It’s called the Baozhu. It’s one of eight ancient Chinese treasures. I-It’s a pearl that grants wishes. Sort of. DEAN Sort of? SAM Well, technically, it’s supposed to give you “what your heart desires.”

how very fanfic/disney

feels like the show has a lot of queer girl rep. charlie, claire and kaia, the girls in the musical, these teenaged girls. wiki has a list, of course

convenient that dean's been charming the townsfolk so he can work his magic with the post office clerk

DEAN A serial killer clown. I mean, this is, like, the best/worst thing that’s ever happened to you, you know, ‘cause you love serial killers, but – but you hate clowns. SAM Yeah, I get it, Dean.

ok, that was cute

ok WHAT is this music? i get it's like swelling emotional whatever (cute little sync with dean closing his eyes, i'll give them that) and gone kind of twisted maybe? but it just sounds like a string instrument that's playing out of tune too loudly. weird. i was gonna put a clip in but i gotta take it out for something else

so i knew john showed up in an episode. must have been extremely wild to see that happen unspoiled. funny because i rant about john pretty regularly but now i'm like, oh, it's jeffrey dean morgan looking very nice and soft and confused. wait, i'm supposed to be very pissed at you. maybe i can just vibe with what sam and dean are feeling instead

JOHN Sammy. Aren’t you supposed to be in Palo Alto? SAM Palo Alto? JOHN What happened to you? DEAN What year is it? JOHN It’s 2003.

so it was always funny how they cast him being not much older than jackles, to play an older part obviously. so now i wonder if his actual age makes more sense to 2003-john. jdm was 37 in 2003 (born in 1966) and john was supposed to be 49 (born in 1954). and jdm for this episode (in 2019) was 53. hey, pretty good! the math is mathin

JOHN So, you saved the world? DEAN More than once. JOHN Then it’s all true. God, the devil, you boys smack in the middle. Now you live in a secret bunker with an angel and Lucifer’s kid.

co-parenting lucifer's kid, at that. best not to get into too many details of what's happened in the past 13 years because the absurdity is too much

very sweet. 100% believe 2003 john was never this nice, but whatever y'all. i'm going (well, trying) with the flow

DEAN I don’t know. You said that the – the pearl gives you what your heart desires, right? So, my heart desired – I’ve wanted this, man. I’ve – I’ve wanted this since I was 4 years old. SAM Okay, I know, and I love this, too, Dean. I do, honestly, but – but messing with time – DEAN No, no, no, Sam. SAM You know how this ends. Things change. DEAN Yeah, great – we got our family back together. I’ll take that change. SAM That’s not what I mean. DEAN Stop. Just stop, okay? Look, can – can we just have one family dinner? Just one? Us – all of us together. That’s all I want. Can you just give me that?

i get both sides of this. one dinner is not too much to ask! but also, let's be practical about the whole time travel repercussions business (after dinner) and maybe sam's a little bit (lot) freaked out because of his dad baggage

all right. this is some of the most authentic acting i think i've seen jared do, and he does emotions like this really well to begin with. made me cry, of course. just... vulnerable in a way he isn't with dean, being on equal footing with him (and also dean not being dead the past 13 years). just can really feel that deference and shakiness with john. still don't buy that 2003 john would have this emotional intelligence, this feels like a john that's lived a lot longer a la jdm. but, this is the last time i'm gonna bring it up :p (along with if they can forgive him the child neglect etc, i can try too - for the moment at least 🤪) and sam's getting his much needed (apparently MUCH needed) closure. but no hug?? must be saving it for later.

and jdm's voice is luscious. reminds me of um. dude in the crow, michael wincott as top dollar

lol what. well, this was a quick way to find out how bringing dad in fucked up the timeline

ok but if sammy is off being a douchebag in this new timeline from bringing dad from 2003, how did the apocalypse not happen? like in apocalypse world, without them to stop it. must have gotten some other poor bastards to kick it off? eh whatever, nothing needs to make sense

SAM No, I don’t think so. I think it’s a temporal paradox. We pulled Dad here from 2003, right? So time is self-correcting. Our timeline is changing to this new one. DEAN So, what do you mean? SAM It means, I think, that, if we don’t fix this, then we become those other versions of ourselves. Like, for real. DEAN Okay, well, I’m cool, but you’re – ugh. SAM That’s not the point. The point is, if – if all this is different, then what else changed?

well my insides are screaming for them to get back to the bunker and fix this shit asap :p this is a very bonkers little plotline

creative way to bring back zachariah at least, if they had to

LOL okay, i do approve of bringing him back and immediately killing him again though

good thinkin on sam with the angel banishing sigil, appreciate the commitment to just having cas 100% on board with killing them both

DEAN Basically, uh, if you don’t go back, Sam never gets back into the life, um, and Mom, she, uh… JOHN What? DEAN Well, without everything that we did – with God, The Darkness – she never comes back. Sam thinks that she’ll just fade away. JOHN Okay. I mean, me versus your mom? That’s – that’s not even a choice. Does she know?

the rehabilitation of john winchester. wait i was supposed to going with the flow. anyway!

i'm sure i'm thinking too much about this but ok. it's 2003 and sam's at stanford and john disappears. and dean... doesn't go pick up sam, like he did when john disappeared in events right before the pilot? sam just blithely continues his normal life and veers into obnoxious ted talk raw food lawyer guy. so how many other people would still be alive in this timeline? and without having the benefit of saved lives via apocalypse-prevention, seems like it's potentially a net benefit. >.> unless those same quantity of people died anyway with some other hunter/vessel/whatevers

JOHN No, son. My fight. It was supposed to end with me, with Yellow Eyes. But now you – you are a grown man, and I am incredibly proud of you. I guess that I had hoped, eventually, you would… get yourself a normal life, a peaceful life, a family. DEAN I have a family.

whatever, got john back, he gets to be the good guy by happily going back to die in his regular timeline to let mary live now

JOHN Alright. Near as I can tell, we have two choices. Alright, we can think about what’s coming. Or we can be grateful for this time that we have together. Now, me… I choose grateful. So, to whatever brought us together, we owe you one. Amen.

okay, john.

samantha smith and jdm really do have nice chemistry, especially considering they barely have worked together in these roles. would have been nice to hear the conversation instead of the schmaltzy montage to bob seger but i get it

SAM Did you see them at dinner, the way they looked at each other? They just seemed happy, you know? It doesn’t feel fair to get all this and have to throw it away, and I know we have to. But it just feels like, you know… Once we send Dad back… it’s none of this ever happened. He – he just goes back to – to… to being Dad. DEAN You saying you wish things would be different?

(you saying you're okay in a world without us together)

SAM Don’t you? Can you imagine – dad in the past, knowing then what he knows now? I… I think it would be nice. DEAN Yeah. I used to think that, too. But, uh… I mean, look, we’ve been through some tough times. There’s no denying that. SAM Yeah. DEAN And for the longest time, I blamed Dad. I mean, hell, I blamed Mom, too, you know? I was angry. But say we could send Dad back knowing everything. Why stop there? Why not send him even further back and let some other poor sons of bitches save the world? But here’s the problem. Who does that make us?

Would we be better off? Well, maybe. But I gotta be honest – I don’t know who that Dean Winchester is. And I’m good with who I am. I’m good with who you are. ‘Cause our lives – they’re ours. And maybe I’m just too damn old to want to change that.

good with who they are, and who they are to each other. maybe projecting but i think sam still needs and soaks up that approval from dean

i understand that this is focusing on the original family unit and particularly on sam and dean, as the show always comes down to just them ultimately, but they could have also brought in the fact that they'd lose cas and jack in this timeline alteration idea (and jody, donna, the girls, etc). i mean, i'm glad they didn't, but i wouldn't have been surprised if they did. but feels kind of like in the conversation the previous episode when dean says he does believe in us (sam and dean). and then he sees cas, and says he believes in all of us. sam and dean first always

this seems to be a theme for me with later seasons. in isolation, i love these scenes between sam and dean. but for me they're cheapened by the premise or contrivances or whatever of the episodes they're in. so i can take these conversations, i could make gifs or edits or paintings, i could do whatever. but in the episode, they never ring as true as they do outside it. for me they make sense to the characters, but not the plot they're embedded in. which really bums me out, because i'm a rigid asshole about context. but i will also accept the crumbs because otherwise it's an even harder slog through this last handful of seasons.

JOHN You two. You take care of each other. SAM We always do.

man padalecki and jdm are just, killing it with the emotions. sam is a mess accepting that praise and approval from john too.

thinking back to the first few seasons, jackles was so emotive and teared up a lot more for dean and he's turned into a really tough nut to crack later on. like he finally does break a little in this hug after the i love yous. based on how jensen has talked about other changes with dean (like say, his voice going deeper) i imagine he's got his reasons

poor mary. one weird thing about this show is with heaven being a concrete thing, where we know who is there and how it works, prior to this mary was up there with the real john doing whatever, living in a loop of memories so not ideal but she was with him (do we know they're soulmates at this point? i know i've read it in the wiki that they are.) but anyway, just always the weird context of well yes they are dead but we know 100% we're seeing them again in heaven. you know, assuming heaven doesn't break down before getting there :p which of course is an actual concern now lol

jesus christ these posts just get longer and longer.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 14x13 #sam and dean mush #andrew dabb #meredith glynn #spn clip #spn musical score #jay gruska #spn script

[lulu-zodiac]

Heyy!

Which scenes, according to you, are the most underrated jacting joices scenes? I personally think the soft voice even when it is supposed to be an angry scene. I know people have talked about this before but I think it isn't being talked about that much. The way Jensen's voice softens at the end of an "angry don't-do-anything-stupid" lecture Dean is giving to Cas. Dammit Jensen you're supposed to act angry here!

-🤠

oh boy, you should NOT have asked me about this lol. i could go on about jacting joices for literal hours (and to be fair, i kind of have).

personally, i think that ALL the jacting joices scenes are wildly underrated. but these would be my top 11:

1) the Fist Clench (pt1)

okay, i know this one is probably one of the best-known jacting joices scenes, but i felt i couldn't make a post about jacting joices without including it because HOLY HELL WHAT EVEN WAS THIS. also honestly? although it's talked about quite a lot, i still think it's underrated for how completely insane it is. jackles literally chose to play dean getting fucking visibly turned on by the return of a man he's just spent the last year searching for, and the producers just rolled with it.

2) the Fist Clench (pt2)

oh man this moment is fucking everything. there was absolutely NO REASON for jackles choosing to quietly clench his fist after dean touches cas. absolutely no reason at all. but he did, and it says so much. the crushed yearning in this scene is absolutely wild, and purely down to jackles and his wondrous jacting joices.

3) literally any scene in which dean interacts with people from the LGBT+ community

i mean. okay. just click through this post. the goddamn nuance of expression jackles gives dean when he's faced with LGBT characters is SO CRIMINALLY UNDERRATED. the fear, the defensiveness, the hope?? jackles chooses and has has always chosen to play dean in a way that is profoundly suggestive of dean's struggle to accept his bisexuality, and, as a bisexual who spent a lot of time in the closet, it is entirely too realistic.

the jacting joices in this scene with charlie are absolutely everything.

4) this entire scene with dean and aaron

i know i basically covered this above, but i feel like this scene deserves its own moment because jesus christ. the jacting choices here are a LOT. if anyone was in any doubt about dean's sexuality before this scene, they certainly weren't afterwards. jackles really said i'm gonna play dean bi and went all out and i'm so here for it.

5) dean's expression the first time he hears cas's name

gif credit: @theplushbear

okay THIS SCENE. this might just be my favourite jacting joice of all time. because holy shit, the wide-eyed, vulnerable recognition?? the pure, unguarded hope in his eyes when he hears cas's name for the first time?? absolutely insane. this is an expression unlike any we've seen dean wear before, full of this hopeful, fearful kind of reverence that is just absolutely stunning.

jackles, you did this. you set destiel up before cas even walked into that barn.

6) any scene where dean touches cas

the fact that jackles chooses to always play dean touching cas in ways that are so soft and tender and lingering, even amidst violence, will never not make me loose my mind. here are some further complications just to help you lose yours too.

7) LITERALLY EVERYTHING IN PURGATORY

i don't really think i need to elaborate on this, do i??

8) this fucking scene in heaven can't wait

the performative masculine bravado? the barely-concealed, agonised yearning? the way dean's smile slips off his face the moment cas looks away? the way everything about dean's body language and expression just screams heartbreak and regret???JACKLES I AM ASKING YOU TO EXPLAIN YOURSELF (also: thank you).

9) dean watching dr sexy fuck someone

okay, jackles. i mean. just. okay.

10) all of the (many, many) moments dean checks cas out

i know we talk about it a lot already, but i feel like it can never be talked about enough just how many goddamn times jackles chose to play dean blatantly checking cas out. in ways that were like, completely unrelated to anything else that was going on in the episode. just for the sake of it. god bless the jacting joices.

11) dean's reaction to cas's confession

the jacting joices in this scene are so, so underrated.

the silent disbelief and agony and hope are so beautifully acted i'm literally just tearing up looking at gifs of it.

i know we all wanted dean to respond to cas's confession, but honestly? the jacting joices in this scene speak as loud as dean's words ever could. the way you can see dean wordlessly pleading for it not to be true because means they've wasted all this time combined with the helpless hope of realising what he's wanted for so long really belongs to him. just. wow.

i mean, the conflict, the depth, the nuance of dean's expressions?? jackles deserves so many awards for literally everything about this scene. god bless his jacting joices for giving us the reciprocal confession we were denied out loud.

sorry this ended up being so insanely long! clearly i have a lot of feelings about jacting joices...

i love your observation about him using a soft voice when speaking to cas, even when it's an angry scene. that's honestly not something i picked up on before, but you're absolutely right.

thank you so much for giving me the excuse to ramble about jacting joices all evening! <3

#honestly i could easily have made this so much longer #i may need help #sorry it took me a while to answer this #life has been busy #also sorry i think the formatting of this is fucked a bit #cowboy anon #destiel #jacting joices #jensen ackles #heller jensen #deancas #destiel meta #spn #supernatural #asks #my posts: destiel

[bloo-the-dragon]

Jackle! For the character thing!

JACKLE MY SON LETS GOOO-

First impression:

So i didn’t know Jackle existed for a fairly long while after discovering NiGHTS into Dreams because i had hyperfixiated on the second game (Journey of Dreams) and specifically NiGHTS and Reala xD

I learned of Jackle via fanarts and i noticed he was apparently a fan favourite and my thought process at the time was ‘thats neat but i doubt he’ll become a fave of mine’

Hahahaha.

HAHAHAHAHA-

Boy was i wrong-

Impression now:

It didn’t take long for him to start growing on me the more i delved deep into my hyperfixiation, and i started coming across wholesome fanart of the three jester sibs together, but i think the ultimate turning point for me in Jackle becoming a fave was when i came across art of him raising baby NiGHTS and Reala and yeah i was instantly sold on the guy LOL (i love me some good sibling/family content)

The more i learned about Jackle and his backstory as a failed first level the more i grew attached to him. There is very little actually given about him as a character in the official games (we don’t talk about Archie comics), and he only appears in the first as one of the boss fights (because only NiGHTS, Reala and Wizeman were wanted in JoD and apparently Jackle was even forgotten about which was a big oof for the poor guy)

And so as it goes i got invested in headcanons made about him and i developed my own over time and now we’ve reached the point with him literally sitting on my sofa watching me from across the room xD (he wants my doritos)

Favorite moment:

Given the fact he only appears for one boss fight in the game (and again we do not talk about Archie comics) I’d say that entire scene counts, despite the fact he is fighting his younger sibling which, as i have explored before has a lot of strong angst potential...

Idea for a story:

I guess my entire thing with Selph (and by extension Pom Pom) could count as a story in and of itself xD i do still have some story/art scenes to do for Jackle and Selph focusing on their childhood (creationhood? adolesance? infancy? eh) and also their actual reunion which will be fun. :)

Not to mention my whole thing going on with him and his sibs living in Balan’s theatre, though not sure if that counts as a story as that’s just me going nuts with family shenanagins instead of actual plot and the like xD

Unpopular opinion:

Had to ponder this one a bit LOL because aside from ships (which goes for pretty much every character i grow attached to lol), i don’t think there has been anything i’ve really disagreed with over his character. But i suppose my headcanon that he does have a physical body that will appear visually over time the longer he goes without wearing his mantle, plus the fact he has an ideya core of his own isn’t one that’s shared around a lot xD maybe because i’m the only one who’s thought of it but then i can’t really say that for certainty given NiGHTS into Dreams, and by extension Jackle himself has been around for almost as long as i have lol

Favorite relationship:

His sibling relationships with NiGHTS and Reala for sure! <3 and also i will mention his twin sibling Selph as well (which is not something officially confirmed it’s another hc), because though i havn’t delved too fully into their relationship yet i can say they were both very close prior to Selph’s disposal (and perhaps they will be again post reunion depending on how things go especially concerning Pom Pom)

Favorite headcanon(s):

Oh has to be the one that he raised NiGHTS and Reala! IT’S SUCH A SOFT HEADCANON because there is no way Wizeass Wizeman would have bothered to raise em and i love the idea that Jackle took them both under his mantle (hah) and raised them and protected as best he could, especially given their terrible home life (which is also a headcanon in and of itself tbh but one i feel works in tandem with this one)

I also love the idea that Jackle acts as a sort of mediator between Reala and NiGHTS after NiGHTS’ defection, but still ultimately has to stay loyal to Wizeman but i like to think he only stayed loyal for Reala’s sake, because there was no way he was going to leave Reala alone. As much as he loves NiGHTS, Reala needed him more.

I also love the headcanon the three siblings eventually escape together and go to live in the Wonderworld with Balan and Lance because FOUND FAMILY DANGIT- They deserve to have another shot at a happy family given that most their existance was spent just trying to survive another day/night/whatever equivalent passes for them in the dream world living under Wizeman’s rule.

(I do also hc they lost most of their other nightmaren siblings (with the exception of the thirds) after Wizeman’s final defeat, and though a few survived thanks to Selph, the rest went rogue but that's a headcanon i’m saving for its own post one day. ~)

#nights into dreams #nights journey of dreams #Jackle #Jackle the Mantle #questions and answers #familyofpaladins #I'm sorry it took me a while to answer but i was busy and i wanted to take my time with answering this one! #i love this mad mantle lad he's been through so much he deserves all the happy things #thankyou for the ask tho i had a lot of fun rambling about my boy! <3 #nightsposting