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insanesonofabitch · 4 months
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Kind of funny. SPN was supposed to end in s5, with Sam in Hell, Cas in Heaven, and Dean on Earth, living with a wife and a son. But it ends after ten more season later with Cas in superhell, Dean in Heaven, and Sam on Earth, living with a wife and a son. Like some fucked up game of musical chairs. Except the chairs are never taken, the song remains the same, and they’re just going in circles. Anyways, Happy November 19th.
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gaytedlasso · 4 months
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All that matters is they’re living their soft epilogue years forever
Fuck the finale
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It just hit me.
The older brother dies on a hunt like any other, believing he did not deserved to be saved. The younger brother burns him on a pyre and tries to live his life, going through the motions without finding any fulfillment in it. He dies too. The angel is back, serving in Heaven. The nephilim is out of the picture. This is exactly how Chuck would've written the ending—right back to where they started
The Chuck won truthing is hitting hard.
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syzygy-yzygy · 5 months
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Supernatural was a show about hetero American masculinity that was never made for queer people, that got reclaimed by the queer community, who managed to find their own experiences within the lines of the text.
The show then became a meta representation of itself, where the characters that started out as stereotypical masculine action heroes turned out to be trapped in that role against their will. In the canon of the show, they were literally being written into a trope that didn't fit them.
Cas was a character who was never meant to stay in the show, but ended up lasting longer than any other side character because of what the fans wanted.
In the show's canon, Cas was an angel who was never supposed to play the role in the story he ended up playing, but ended up gaining free will against the wishes of a vindictive writer.
Writers tend to lose control of shows in an utterly unique way that no other media tends to experience, and Supernatural is the logical extreme of that idea.
The queer community reclaimed this show so thoroughly that they made it their own, and warped it until the writers had no choice but to put the queerness into the very text of the show itself.
Supernatural could have ended as a show about the power of reclaiming your own story and breaking out of tropes, both literally and figuratively. It could have been a beautiful statement on the power of interpretation and a groundbreaking queer love story.
But it wasn't. Because it's Supernatural, and Supernatural is garbage, and it frankly makes sense that they would fuck up their one chance not to remembered as garbage, even when it was all written out for them.
But it doesn't matter. Because in the end, queer people still managed to reclaim a story written with such a strong dislike for them. They managed to inject their own interpretation of that and continue to do so to this day. And that's pretty fucking awesome.
Happy November fifth.
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sunglassesmish · 1 year
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that rebar is his mortal enemy
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soullessjack · 8 months
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is this anything
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destiel-wings · 1 year
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thanks to the winchesters we now know that the dean who smiled at sam on that bridge has gone on adventures, he's done things. he looks peaceful. he might even have been living with cas for decades for all we know
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destielzine · 3 months
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🌟 Take a look at what @fluffsnake did for our project! 🌟
💙💚
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cloverhighfive · 1 year
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sailorsallyart · 1 year
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All of his sorrow won’t fit in his chest It just burns like a fire in the pit of his chest And his heart is a bird on a spit in his chest How long, how long, how long?
or the happy retelling of the Orpheus & Eurydice myth (tap to view in HD)
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strawlessandbraless · 4 months
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Supernatural writers after ruthlessly killing Dean, sending him to haunted heaven, then having him kiss Cas at the Roadhouse only to find out it’s actually Jimmy Novak for some reason
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insanesonofabitch · 4 months
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You know, as a (kind of) new fan, I barely know shit about the full spn experience of watching shit unfold in real time—which obviously took years. When I was scrolling through Nov 5th tag, destielgate and all that, I found a fairly huge amount of people shitting on Andrew Dabb, especially for writing the finale. And I got curious about this infamous writer guy, like what else did he write?
Then I went to Google and saw that he wrote What’s Up Tiger Mommy. Then Hunteri Heroici. Clip Show. Road Trip. Bloodlines??? Stairway to Heaven?????? The Things We Left Behind????????
The Prisoner???????????
All Along The Watchtower?????????????
Lost & Found??????????????????
Like obviously, none of these episodes are perfect. But these includes HUGE destiel scenes—like pivotal moments that greatly affects the relationship and it’s development and how the audience view it. And so much of these are obviously, blatantly romantic. As explicit as it can be. Like the direct canon couple parallels? At least THREE times? You’re telling me this man is responsible for The Lovers Quarrel ft. Suffering Sam in season 8? “I’ll watch over you”? The Dean/Cas - David/Violet parallel???? Cas’ deleted personal heaven???? “Don’t lose it over one man”????? Cas giving up his Angel army for one guy?????? The Dinner Date?????? The Sam/Jess - Dean/Cas - Claire/Kaia parallel??????? The climax of Cain/Colette - Dean/Cas Mark of Cain plot line??????? “You know, I always thought I could be a good dancer if I wanted to be”???????? The PURGATORY REUNION?????????? The start of THE FUCKING WIDOWER ARC?????????????
The Fucking. Widower. Arc. The stark contrast between that and Cas being barely mentioned in 15x19 and 15x20???????? Listen—and I’m just spitballing here—but what if this guy isn’t the fucking problem. You cannot convince me that someone who wrote all that, who contributed to all that, does not fucking see it…
…oh my fucking god. What the fuck were in those omitted scenes?
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gaytedlasso · 1 year
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A portal from the Empty opens up, as Dean emerges with Cas half-conscious and leaning on his shoulder. Unable to bear another step, Cas crumbles to the floor, bringing Dean down on top of him. The portal closes with a crash, and a silence settles in the room.
Cas' chest heaves below him, but Dean can't even take a breath. Cas. Cas is- he's here. He may be covered in Empty goo but he's here. Cas is home. His eyes flutter open and Dean slowly pulls them both up to a sitting position. Cas looks up in exhausted disbelief. Dean's gonna say it. He has to say it. He has to say the words that have been inflating in his ribs and threatening to burst.
"You stupid son of a bitch. Of course I love you." And before he can lose his nerve, Dean grabs Cas by the face and kisses him so hard he's sure that he'll taste blood any second.
Dean pulls away from Cas and finally takes the breath he's been struggling to inhale this whole time - instantly leaving his lungs the moment he opens his eyes to see Cas' face.
Cas looks stunned, maybe horrified. His face goes through the entire spectrum of emotions so quickly that it makes it all indecipherable. Tears in his eyes are so close to falling Dean isn't sure how they're still holding on. His mouth hangs open but not a single word comes out. Oh no. He doesn't want this. He regrets it. He sh--
Any thoughts of doubt were squashed immediately as Cas grips Dean by the shoulders and kisses him like his life depends on it.
It may be their second kiss, but it feels like their first. It's warm and soft and tender. Dean simulationeously relaxes and feels every inch of his body light up as Cas moves his hand to rest in his hair, empty goo be damned.
If he's honest, it feels like love.
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Finale, what finale?
I only know the post Empty rescue makeout scene
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chereus · 4 months
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Thigh riding with Dean Winchester
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Summary; Riding deans thigh is more fun than you’d thought it’d be.
Pairings; Dean Winchester x Fem!reader
Warnings; thigh riding obvs, slight dom!dean, TONS of praise and tooth rotting fluff, EDGING & CHOKING!!, brief mention of husband!Dean at the end, bit of a skeptic in the beginning but by the end she’s hooked.
Cherry’s notes; y’all. I— the PRAISE. This one should send the dean girls with equal amounts of daddy issues into a frenzy.
Word count; 1.6k
Yours and Deans sex life had been…adventurous, so to speak. But the idea of putting your bare genitalia onto his rough jeans was enough to make you cringe for days on end.
When Dean brought up the idea of thigh riding in the middle of the grocery you’d thought he was crazy because that doesn’t sound comfortable in the slightest bit. You’d forced the idea in the back of your mind until he’d brought it up again over dinner in the bunker.
“So, uh, thigh riding.” Dean slowly brought up as he picked at his food.
You choked on your water. “What about it?” You lowly tried to steady your windpipes as you coughed.
“I just think you should try it. You never know, you might like it.” He said while picking up a bite of his steak with his bare index finger and thumb and plopping it in his mouth, trying and succeeding at being the hottest man alive to eat a steak.
“What part of my bare vagina on your leg sounds appealing to you? That sounds like a nightmare honestly.” You say with complete certainty.
He lets out a low chuckle and counteracts with, “who said anything about bare? Sex doesn’t have rules, your allowed to wear underwear.”
You thought for a moment and decided that maybe he was right. Sex doesn’t have rules and you were allowed to wear whatever you pleased. But forevermore you were still curious on why he suddenly wanted this so badly.
“What is it about this that you want so bad? I wouldn’t think that it would be to your benefit at all.” You interrogated, narrowing your eyes.
He thought for a moment and answered, “I get pleasure in seeing you get pleasure. And frankly seeing you use me to fulfill your own desires makes me feel all hot n’ bothered.” He pulls his face closer to yours from his side of the table directly next to you. You could feel his hot breath on the side of your neck tickling the sensitive areas behind your ear.
“Hm. I wasn’t expecting such a…direct answer.” You stammered, suddenly frozen in place. You hear a soft hum before he slightly scooted up and attached his lips to the side of your neck.
Grabbing the back of his head you egg him on further by tilting your head to the side to give him more room work. By this point all matters regarding dinner were completely closed and the only thing that was happening was Deans lips cascading over your neck as you moaned.
Dean had gotten tired of this little teasing game he was playing and removed his lips from you all together and pulled your chair out with you in it and continued to use his left hand to anchor behind your back and the right under your knee, easily pulling you out of your chair and into his lap. It was the hottest thing he’d ever done.
You’d wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him with loving force. He rested his hands around your waist and gently grabbed your hips and pulled you as close to him as you possibly could.
The feeling of his touch was electrifying. Every nerve ending in your body was being touched at the same time and you couldn’t get enough. He had lit a fire under you that needed to be satisfied immediately.
He could feel your pulsating heat above him resting on his manhood. It was driving him crazy. Your panting and moaning against his lips, the sensitive hardness of your nipples through your t-shirt, your aching pussy on his cock. He couldn’t take it anymore. He shifted your weight and roped your right leg in-between his to make sure you were resting on his knee.
“I want you to go to our room, take your pants off, and sit down right here.” He demanded in a low voice motioning to his thigh. You gulped. You were too horny to say no so you just quietly got up and did as he said. Slowly.
You’d been in your room for couple seconds and Dean is already getting impatient. Huffing like a child who was told that he couldn’t have ice cream before dinner.
Once you’d finally gotten your jeans off Dean was quick to usher you back onto to his lap. He guided you down to his Jean covered thigh where an empty space resided.
Your aching thong layered warmth was quick to react to the stimulation of the different materials rubbing up against your swollen clit. You gasped softly at the newfound spark in the pit of your stomach. Dean silently smirked at the thought of you enjoying this as much as he was about to.
“Start moving back and forth slowly. Don’t go to fast in the beginning or it won’t feel good.” He explained slipping his hands around your butt and lightly encouraging you forward and backward to help you find your rhythm.
At first it felt kind of awkward but then friction felt electromagnetic almost. Soon enough you could hardly get enough. Once you felt comfortable enough to drop your dead weight and grab ahold of Deans forearms he started to nudge you a little faster to really get the fire going.
You couldn’t keep your moans contained and it was music to his ears. He knew he was right, you just needed a little push in the right direction.
“Mmm, fuck, god I love your hands all over me. Roaming all over my body, touching the spots you know I like.” You said while Deans hands complimented the curves of your body.
He just silently smirked and continued to venture his way throughout your body until his hand landed on the hem of your shirt. His rough hands scoured the undersurface that was your waist.
Suddenly with no warning he yanks you forward so your front sides were touching and your erratic breathing was face to face with his calmness. “You know our safe word don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Pineapple.” You said under your breath with no hesitation.
“Good.” Dean replied, moving his right hand from your waist to your throat. You moaned inwardly at the sensation.
As he slowly sat you back down on his thigh your heat was just begging to be touched. You almost cried when Dean sat you down and began moving you slowly again starting the process all over again.
“Dean please move faster!” You whined. He just laughed in your face. “Do you think you deserve it? You were kind of being a brat earlier when I told you I wanted you to ride my thigh, weren’t you?”
You moaned in response to his torture. When you tried to speed up he’d plant his hands on your hips and slow you to a borderline deathly slow pace.
You were getting frustrated at being so close to the edge with no relief. Dean was being a maniac and not letting you come.
Whenever you’d get to the edge affirm you and start the process over again. Slow agonizing pace and slew of touches in the places he was aware that drove you crazy.
He loved seeing you so uncharacteristically feral for his touch. You’d always been the type to like physical affection but not how you were being now. The edging had drove you crazy.
“Your doing so good princess.” He said checking up on you as he raked his fingers through your hair. You’d been going at this for a while and you looked out of it.
“Mmm’ thank you,” you quietly mumbled into his shoulder. You needed to cum so badly. Right in this very moment you’d do just about anything for it.
“I’m going to go through the motions for the last time now. I want you to give it to me.” He demanded softly. You would’ve perked up excited had you not been extremely tired from all the work that your clitoris has been put through.
He starts off slowly once again finding that familiar spark within your stomach and slowly drawing it out. You could feel the rising tension in your stomach as your most sensitive parts start to pulsate.
"Harder." you moaned out, motioning for dean to gently push harder on your hips while you grinded faster.
"That's it, you're such a good girl. Always doing what i ask. Even if you're skeptical of the idea." he praised sending all the extra heat straight to your soaked panties.
The pleasure begain to become to much, you started to back off but Dean kept you steady with the same pace as before. "Agh," you moaned out and rested your head in the crook of his neck while your high was rapidly aproaching.
When your breathing picked up Dean knew you were close. His rough and calloused hands dug into your flesh like a chunk of raw meat that only fueled the fire of your desire.
It hit you like a ton of bricks. Obscenities corralled from your lips as your hands grip on to Deans flannel covered torso like it's the last thing you could ever touch.
"Holy shit." was the only thing you could muster. Further digging your head into the crook of his neck and breathing in the sweet musk of his natural scent.
"Holy shit indeed," he replied which made you lazily laugh. He removed you from the little cave you'd created for yourself in his side and gave you a sugar filled kiss on the lips and forehead.
"I'm tired," you whine, resting in your husbands embrace.
"Oh that's so cute that you think we're done here." you heard as a muffled sound above you. Your heart dropped as you knew exactly what that meant.
"Holy shit." Dean hears you say before he picks you up and tosses you onto the middle of the bed.
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nights-ofren · 3 months
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I genuinely don't understand why anybody (besides Jensen) is excited at the idea of more Supernatural. If they do bring it back it'll just be more of the same. It'll be worse than the finale, I guarantee it. It'll be written by the same shitty writers and directed by the same shitty directors and produced by the same boring old straight white paycheck-cashing producers. Misha either won't be in it at all or he'll be in it just enough for them to make a joke of his goodbye scene. I guarantee if the confession gets mentioned at all it'll be a one-scene awkward brush off with the cheesy its-a-joke! no homo! comedy segue music behind it. They'll have Cas and Dean both act embarrassed and agree to never mention it again and then cough bacon cough football cough guns haha oh no we're being attacked by monsters! Here's a shitty ten minute fight scene to fill time so we don't have to talk about this gay shit anymore! Seriously. It'll be a boring cringe fest, directed by Bob Singer. Just like the finale. But longer. NOTHING has changed in the three years since the show ended. Nothing. If it comes back it'll just be more of the same. You remember how Andrew Dabb said at Comic Con the year before the show ended "if you hated the end of Game of Thrones just wait!" and people thought he was joking? Yeah. That. But "if you hated the SPN ending just wait til you see the garbage we haven't got planned for the short season streaming reboot!" Oh you thought it couldn't get any worse than the finale? Just wait til you see what they can't do with an even LOWER budget now that all the white dudes involved are even OLDER and have LESS time to make it! You thought The Winchesters special effects were embarrassingly bad? Just wait! You thought we couldn't possibly treat Misha Collins any worse? Just wait!
*deep sigh*
I have to agree with you anon. As much as little day dreamer me would love a new season (or at least a better epilogue) where Cas returns, Dean declares his love, they get married a go live in a white picket fence house, we WON'T.
so I would honestly keep living in "fix-it" land where marvellous authors and artists give us the ending we all hoped for and deserved, but not get canon ruin it even more for us :(
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sunglassesmish · 1 year
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he will take any chance to tell you how much he hated that. good for him
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