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[of-many-fandomss]

6. Gift Exchange: Dean Winchester

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Dean looked like a child on Christmas.

Well, that’s basically what he was. A man-child on Christmas morning.

He had even woken you up at 5:00 in the morning, by jumping up and down slightly on your shared bed, cheering and chanting about it being Christmas.

Even as you groaned and tried to bury your face back in your pillow, your boyfriend wouldn’t let up until you grumbled that you were up and dragged yourself out of bed.

Excitedly, he had taken your hand in his and practically dragged you to the living room, which housed the Christmas tree and a pile of presents you and the others had all gotten for each other.

“Dean, it’s too early for this.” You yawned, rubbing your eyes as you sank onto the couch.

He paid you no mind, bounding over to the tree and hurriedly scooping up a poorly wrapped present, and presenting it to you.

“I can’t help it, I wanna give you your gift.” He exclaimed, words coming out quickly in his excitement.

You blinked, suddenly more awake, “Oh,” You breathed out, heart melting a little at the thought of your boyfriend being so happy just to give you a gift.

“Here,” You rose to your feet and retrieved a gift, “I got one for you too, De.”

He clearly hadn’t been expecting that, but smiled nonetheless, seeming- if it was possible- even more excited.

“Let’s open them at the same time!” He suggested.

“Three, two, one.” You counted down, gently peeling back the paper as he ripped his own open.

“Oh. Oh, my.” You breathed out as soon as you opened it.

It was a beautiful locket, made of pure silver, with a picture of you and Dean within it.

It was a picture that Sam had taken a few months ago of you and his brother sitting on the couch you sat on now, your boyfriend's arm wrapped loosely around your shoulders as he was placing a kiss on the side of your head and you laughed loudly about one thing or another.

“Oh, Dean,” You hadn’t meant to tear up, “It’s- it’s beautiful.”

When you glanced up, though, your boyfriend held no more joy in his face, he was just staring down at his lap, the gift you had given him sitting there.

“De?” You asked cautiously, unsure of what was going on, “Are you alright?”

He just continued sitting, staring down silently at the gift.

Panic immediately swelled up inside of you, “Don’t worry if you don’t like it, you don’t have to. I can take it back-“

It was at that moment that Dean slowly raised his head to meet your eyes, your gazes locking instantly, “I- I love it.” He whispered, unshed tears lingering in his eyes.

Relief immediately poured from your mind and you relaxed, “Oh, good.” Was all you could muster up saying.

He gingerly picked up the gift.

Apparently you and your boyfriend had had similar ideas, because your gift was a photo album.

It had photos ranging from the two of you, to being with Cas, Sam, or Charlie, to even having photos from him as a kid.

Not only that, though, but on every couple pages, you had put in handwritten notes that the two of you had given each other over the years.

It had started off as a joke when you had first started dating, writing overly corny notes and leaving them in places for the other to find, but they had soon flourished into being deep, meaningful notes to one another.

And you had gathered up and collected up and put them in the album, showing not only the evolution of his life in pictures, but the evolution of your relationship in notes.

“Th-thank you,” He choked out as he flipped through the pages, before lifting his eyes to meet yours, “Seriously, thank you.”

“Oh, De,” You cooed, reaching over and gently cupping his cheek, “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” He echoed in a whisper, moving forward and leaning his forehead against yours.

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[goofygooberdays]

Dean Winchester: Supernatural

“I would be a morning person if morning happened at 1pm.”

I found all these pictures on Pinterest.

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[berettajane]

Dangerous Woman

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader [platonic]

Word Count: 662

Summary: Reader gets insulted while working a case but the boys have her back.

A/N:  I do not own the picture used! 

“Feds are allowing skirts to do the leg work nowadays, huh?  Don’t eat too many of those donuts there, sweetheart; you’ll lose your figure.  We all know how much you need that to be in your favor,” the robust deputy cackled, cramming the rest of the powdered donut into his mouth, patting your hip with his other hand.

You inhaled deeply, summoning everything within your being to not fuck this guy up. “My excellent marksmanship and interrogation skills are higher up in things that are in my favor than my ‘figure’, pal.  And I’m not just good for a skirt ; I’m best in my unit.  Keep your mouth up and you’ll find that out.”

You hear Sam snort behind you before he regains his composure. 

“Step aside, darlin’,” you hear behind you.  You turn to see Dean rubbing his hands together as he licks his lips.  “Nothing gets between a man and his donuts.”  

Having not heard the exchange between you and the deputy as he had been flirting with the receptionist, Dean unknowingly throws you over the edge with his comment.

You turn, stalking off to search for some space to breathe in peace.

 “She’s pissed, isn’t she?” Dean muffles around his mouthful.

“Yeah,” Sam sighs.  “I got her,” he mumbled as he turned to follow you down the hallway of the police station.  Even with your short stature and being in heels, you were able to put some distance between you.  Sam breaks into a light jog, quickly weaving through staff as he follows the sound of your heels down the hallway.

“Y/N!” he calls your name, putting the “agent” facade aside for the moment.  You turn on the ball of your foot, causing Sam to stop short to keep from running into you.

“Don’t you dare come down here defending that asshole, Sam,” you warn, stepping towards him with your finger raised and your eyes narrowed.  Sam puts his hands in the air as if asking for a cease-fire.

“I’m not here to defend anyone.  I’m here to check on you and calm you down.”

“I am no less of a hunter or investigator just because I’m a woman, and I know I’d be a better cop or agent than that piece of shit,” you quitely fume, leaning your back against the wall of the hallway.

“Without a doubt,” Sam agreed with you.  You look up at him stoically, feeling as if he’s only agreeing with you to placate you so that you can focus on the case again.  You begin to walk further down the hall towards the exit, only for Sam to lightly grab your upper arm.  You look down at his hand before meeting his eyes, a daring glare on your face.

“Y/N, you know that Dean and I see you as our equals, right?” he asserts, his voice low.

“Equal to the legendary Winchesters?” you whisper sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

“Equal to us as men, as human beings,” Sam clarifies.  “We don’t dismiss that you’re a woman, but we don’t believe you’re limited by it either,” he paused to tilt your chin up so your eyes met his. “There isn’t anyone on this planet we would choose over you to have our backs day in and day out.  I sincerely apologize if we’ve made you feel any other way up ‘til now.”

You smile at him thankfully.  “C’mon, let’s go bust this case open, now that we’ve got the chick flick moment out of the way.”

Sam belly laughs, shaking his head as he dutifully follows you, happy to see confidence back in your strut.

Meanwhile...

Dean encroaches into the deputy’s space, “Yeah, you ever touch her again, I’ll break your face.” Dean snarls, “And then, I’ll let her finish you.”  He claps the deputy on his back before breaking into a wide grin when you walk back into the room with Sam in tow.  “Ah, Agents!  Let’s get this rolling, shall we?”

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01x17 (PART 2)

Season One Episode Seventeen: Hell House

Part 1 

A/N: hey guys! my inbox is open if you have any suggestions or comments or anything! feel free to send them in! 

Summary: another suicide and a spirit with an ax to grind

Word Count: 2.6k

You didn’t dig up much. There was no Mordechai Murdoch in the system, only a Martin and he had two sons. Not three daughters. You trailed down the steps of the public library and met Sam and Dean, who had been searching the missing persons files for the dead girl that was supposedly found in the house. 

“What did you get?” You asked after telling them your bust of an afternoon. “Those kids didn’t really give us a good description of the girl but there was no matching missing persons - it’s like she didn’t even exist,” Dean explained. He had parked the Impala around the corner from the public library and when you reached it, he threw his hands up. “Come on guys, this ones a bust. We did our digging. For all we know, those hellhound boys made up the whole thing. I say we find ourselves a bar and a beer and leave the legend to the locals.” 

You looked over at Sam, he had his hands in his pockets and he looked back at you - both of you trying to decide if maybe Dean was right and this whole hunt was a bust but then a grin grew on Sam’s face as the door to the car squeaked open and Dean got in. Sam ducked his head inside of the window as Dean turned on the radio and Spanish music started to blare out of the speakers. 

You belly laughed as the music stopped and got in the backseat. “If it’s a prank war you want, it’s a prank war you got, right?” You teased as Sam laughed and got in the front seat. He licked his pointer finger and air tallied a number 1 and then pointed to his chest. You laughed again. 

“That’s all you got? That’s weak. That’s bush-leauge.” Dean started the car and Sam just chuckled. 

Dean found a bar, a very old and run down bar. And you found a beer, a very bland and cheap beer. But a beer nonetheless. You all sat at a booth in the back of the bar, drinking in comfortable silence while Dean eyed-up all the waitresses and girls playing pool until he excused himself to go and talk with one. 

“Typical,” you scoffed and shook your head, taking another sip of your beer. “At least now I’m not left alone when he goes off on his escersions.” 

“He’d leave you alone like that?” Sam asked. He sat across from you, leaned back comfortably in the booth, eyeing you up from his spot. 

“Yeah, usually end up going back to the hotel room alone. He always came home in the morning,” you told him. You didn’t know if your fear of being alone steamed from your mother’s death or John leaving you all alone so many nights for hunts or because Dean would rather sleep with girls in tight skirts than hang out with you. Not that you blamed him. You never really got used to it, just avoided the confrontation around it. 

Sam just looked at you. His eyes were soft and a smirk grew on his face. “You ever go home with guys from the bar?” You shake your head. The thought never even occurred to you. You dated a little bit in high school, but nothing ever stuck since you moved so much but once you started to fall for Sam, there wasn’t really any guy worthy. “Wanna go home with me?” You chuckled and nodded your head, drinking the last of your beer and placing it on the edge of the table as you got up. 

Your heart started racing before you even got back to the hotel room. At first, you were thankful Dean picked a bar so close to the hotel but now that you were going back with Sam, you kind of wish he hadn’t. 

The room was dark and you could only see the streetlamp light glowing on one of the beds. Sam shut the door behind you and his chest was so close to your back, that you could feel his heavy breathing. You could feel his heart beating. You could feel his hands hovering over your hips. 

He bent down, his lips so close to your neck you could feel his hot breath. Goosebumps covered your skin and he whispered, “turn around.” You did what he asked but didn’t say a word. You didn’t have time to before his lips crashed onto yours and then it was all hands, lips, sweat. 

+++

You woke up to the sun shining in the hotel room through the crack of the curtains. The alarm clock next to your bed read 5:2am and Sam was still fast asleep next to you. You rolled over and pressed your lips to his shoulder and he smiled softly in his sleep, his eyes fluttering open at your touch. “Morning,” he grumbled quietly. “What time is it?” 

“Early,” you replied. 

“Is Dean back?” You shook your head, which he felt without even looking at you and his smile grew wider. “Good,” he said. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you ontop of him. His hands cupped your cheeks and he brought you down for a kiss which you happily reciprocated. You tried not to worry about Dean was, especially when Sam was kissing you, but it was hard. 

Eventually, he stopped kissing you and you were back on the bed. “I gotta shower,” Sam announced. He hesitated to get up, watching you as you were watching him. His eyes were sleepy and his hair was messy but he most certainly was the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

When he finally got up and in the shower, you found your clothes from the floor and put them on just until it was your turn to shower and you picked up all of Sam’s clothes and set them aside. 

That’s when the door to the room flew open and Dean rampanged inside. “Do neither of you know how to answer the phone? I’ve been calling you.” You stopped in your tracks, arm-full of Sam’s old clothes and looked over at him. “And why does it smell like sex in here?” He asked, looking at the clothes in your hand. “Did you two have sex?” He whispered harshly, causing you to drop the clothes on the ground and wipe your hands clean of them. 

“Why were you calling? Why not just come back?” You asked. A little snarkier than anticipated but Dean didn’t seem to notice. 

“Good thing I didn’t come back. At least I had the decency to sex it up somewhere other than where the family gathers,” he snapped, picking up Sam’s phone off the end table and showing you the six missed calls. “There’s been another accident at the house.” 

“Sam’s in the shower,” you told him, nodding back toward the bathroom. Dean walked over there, banging on the bathroom door and yelling for Sam to hurry up. 

Then, it was quiet. And awkward. 

The house looked different in the daytime, but it still was a complete dump. Cop cars were lined up all along the yard, some investigating inside the house and others waiting by the cars. You walked up to an officer in the yard and he greeted you. 

“What happened?” Dean asked. You looked around for other clues but there was nothing but cops talking and static from walkies. 

“Couple of cops say that poor girl hung herself in the house.” The cop told you guys. You looked at him. His hands were in his pockets and he had a solemn look on his face. 

“Suicide?” Sam piped up. You didn’t want to look at him but you glanced anyway. 

“Yeah, she was a straight-A student with a full ride to U.T, too. It just don’t make sense,” the cop replied quietly. You thanked him and he walked off. Dean turned to his brother and raised his eyebrows. 

“What do you think?” You asked. Dean looked down at you, his big brother eyes making you feel a sense of anxiety he’s never made you feel before and you don’t know why. 

“I think maybe we missed something,” he said. 

+++

You went back around midnight to search the house but it wasn’t as abandoned and isolated as last time. The cops quite literally had around-the-clock coverage on the place. “I guess the cops don’t want kids screwing around in there,” Sam commented. You three were hiding behind the shrubs surrounding the house, watching and waiting for your moment to enter but it was starting to seem hopeless. 

“Yeah, but we still gotta get in there,” you replied. He nodded and sighed next to you. Your legs were starting to shake a little bit from so much crouching but you tried not to move them and shake the trees. 

 “I don’t believe it,” Dean mumbled. You followed his gaze to Ed and Harry hauling their film equipment through the trees and whispering to themselves. They were certainly louder than you’d think they should be considering the risk of getting caught but Dean was already thinking ahead. “I got an idea,” he said. He quietly stood up, cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled. “WHO YOU GONNA CALL?” 

You stifled a laugh as the cops got eyes on the hellhoundslair boys and started chasing after them. Ed and Harry quickly turned and ran in the other direction but they were slow due to the intense amount of luggage they brought with, but they were still managing to outrun the cops at least a little bit. 

You took this opportunity to run into the house through the side. Sam threw the bag of guns and reinforcements that you packed and handed a gun to each you and Sam. The symbol on the wall that caught your eyes earlier, caught it again. “Where have I seen that symbol before! It’s killing me,” you groaned, putting the gun behind your back and in your jeans.

Sam handed you a flashlight and said, “we don’t have much time.” You nodded in agreement and you used your flashlight to see around the old house. You kicked open the basement door and with the staircase free, you lead the way down. “You sure you wanna lead?” Sam asked, a smirk on his face. His voice was teasing and you smiled even though he couldn’t see it. 

At the bottom of the stairs, Sam took the right and you and Dean took the left. You put your light on a shelf that was hanging on the unstable wall, lined with mason jars filled with liquid…something. Dean picked one up with red liquid inside. 

“I dare you to take a swig of this,” he said toward Sam. You chuckled and looked over at Sam. He blankly stared at his brother for a moment before replying. 

“What the hell would I do that for?” 

Dean investigated the jar a little bit longer and you moved on down the line, closer to Sam and further away from whatever the hell was in those jars. “I double dare you,” Dean said. 

No one had a chance to reply when a scratching noise came from further in the basement. Dean put the jar down and all your flashlights were immediately put toward the direction the noise came from. The boys drew their guns and you stood in the middle, the three of you carefully inching deeper into the basement. 

There was a closed door around the corner and Sam put his back up to the wall, getting ready to open it. You drew your gun now, standing right in front of it with Dean and with a nod back and forth between the brothers, Sam pushed open the door. 

You jumped back, expecting a person or ghost or something actually scary but it was just a rat. You laughed, trying to catch your breath as Dean groaned and threw up his hands as if he’d get dirty just by looking at it. “I hate rats,” Dean said. 

“You rather it be a ghost?” Sam asked, chuckling a little. 

“Yeah,” Dean said, nodding his head and watching the other rats run out of the closet. You heard a soft growl from behind Dean and you looked up, your eyes widen. Sam saw it, too, and immediately started shooting. Dean turned around to face the spirit - it was all black like smoke and the guy was wearing a hat and that was all you saw before it puffed away in a fit of smoke. It took way too many shots of rock salt to get rid of it. 

“What kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?” Sam yelled. 

“I don’t know,” Dean replied. Everything felt rushed and Dean put his hand on the small of your back and ushered you out the door following Sam’s lead. The spirit would bound to be back, you just didn’t know when. You barely moved a few steps when the shelf with the jars on it came crashing down. Dean flew to the ground, bringing you with him and covering your body from the glass that was flying. You peeked out from under him to see the spirit using an axe to smash everything around you. Sam grabbed a crowbar that was lying around and used it to stop the spirit from using his. “Go!” Sam yelled. 

Dean grabbed you and lifted you off the ground and began running toward the door of the basement. “Sam!” You yelled. You didn’t want to leave him behind even though you knew he would follow you out. When he stopped fighting the spirit to run, the spirit smashed the electricity box and made the entire house flash in a light. You kept running until you felt the outside air on your face. 

Of course, Ed and Harry found their way back to the house and you pushed one of them, you didn’t know or care which, out of your way. 

“Get that shit out of our face,” Dean yelled as he ran past them, Sam closely following. You ran and ran until you reached the Impala. 

+++ 

You laid on the bed and drew the symbol from the house over and over again, trying to remember where you saw it. Sam was sitting at the table with his laptop doing his own research and normally, you’d be helping but this symbol was bugging you. “I thought Mordechai only went after chicks,” you said, tapping the tip of the pen on the notepad you were writing on. 

“You are a chick, remember?” Dean said, sitting down next to you and taking the notepad from you. “You really think you’ve seen this before?” 

“I know I’ve seen this before,” you said, taking the notepad back from him. “You really think he was going after just me? He was behind you, after all.” 

“The legend says he only goes after girls,” Sam corrected. “Legend also says he hung himself but did you see those slits on his wrists?” 

“Yeah,” you mumbled, intensely staring at the drawing in your lap. “Ghosts are pretty strict, right?” 

“Yeah, so what’s the deal with the ax? They follow the same patterns over and over again, but his mood keeps changing.” Sam had the hellhoundslair website up with the Mordechai lore up. “I’m telling you guys, the way the story goes-” Sam paused and you looked over at his screen. He had just clicked open an article on the website about the house. “Someone just posted a new posting to the hellhound site, listen to this. “They say Mordechai Murdoch was really a Satanist who chopped up his victims with an ax before slitting his own wrists. Now he’s imprisoned in the house for eternity. Where the hell is this going?” 

You tried to listen to him but then it hit you - you remember where the symbol came from.

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Dean babysitting a good friend’s five year-old obsessed with superheroes:

Fifteen minutes later…

Dean comes out with a tye-died sheet tied around his neck, a hand towel with the eyes cut out tied behind his head, and slides down the hall on their socks.

Five year old looks nearly identical to Dean with different colored sheet and mask, also, slides down the hall on their socks.

“Holding out for a hero” blaring in the background followed as Dean picks up the five year old and makes them fly.

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[little-pondhead]

The Curse Of Hope

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Danny is in another universe. He had a reason, but he doesn’t remember anymore. He can only stare, horrified and disgusted, at the sickest city spirit he’s ever seen. Shivering and swaying with every step, core exposed, and ectoplasm leaking from wounds that are decades old. A ratty blanket was thrown over their shoulders, barely hiding the spirit’s pale grey skin and protruding black bones.

The spirit didn’t even sense him until he reached out to touch its wispy shoulders. The spirit flinched, clutching at the dozens of trinkets hanging from their neck and tucking in on themselves like they were expecting a blow.

“Oh, shit,” He swore, floating back a few feet, hands in the air, to show he meant no harm. “I’m sorry. I promise, I’m not here to steal from you.” The spirit shivered again and rolled a pearl necklace in between their fingers. A nervous habit. “Uh, I like that pocket watch? It’s very nice.”

That got their attention. They peeked at Danny, and he saw that more tattered cloth was covering their eyes, blending in with the stringy hair that reached the ground. Their blanket fluttered weakly, revealing hundreds of thousands of tiny marks etched into their skin. Scars, really. Scars that wrote out curse after curse onto the spirit’s very being. They burned with evil intent, and even reached inside the spirit’s body and wrapped around their core.

Occasionally, blinding specks of color raced across their body, temporarily erasing the writing, but it always returned quickly. He watched, a little detached, as one particular line rewrote itself across their rough forearm, drawing fresh ectoplasm like someone was writing it with a thin knife.

“Are you…alright?” Danny stuttered. A stupid question.

The spirit cocked its head. He couldn’t see their eyes, but he felt their burning gaze as they pondered the question.

“The pain of others becomes mine own.” They rasped. “The lights of the city dim as rotten wealth clogs mine veins. Magicks long forgotten have eaten mine skins, pulled mine cloak, and darkened mine skies. Helios has refused to grace mine doorstep, and the seasons of the Earth have revoked their kindness.”

Danny held his breath. It felt like he was the one with the exposed core, not the spirit.

The spirit shivered once more. “Tell mine soul, little lamb. How could this Forsaken City know peace, when it was long since ripped from mine hands?”

Shit, he needed Frostbite. And maybe Clockwork. Now.

-Or-

Danny meets the spirit of Gotham City. The villains and rogues that have plagued the city for decades are literal curses that are taking quite the toll on Gotham, and honestly, Danny isn’t sure how much longer they can hold out. The heroes seem to be doing some help, and are probably the reason Gotham made it this far, but the poor city needs help from the Realms if they want to get better.

Luckily, Danny can provide that help.

But only if he could get Gotham to leave their city behind. Because recovery is going to take a very long time.

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[pinkiebieberpie]

DATING DEAN WINCHESTER:

- he may not seem like it, but he is the biggest fan of cuddling,

- dean loves doing research with you, mostly because it always comes with lots of kisses,

- he is always touching you, he adores little, gentle and innocent touches,

- he also loves playing with your hair,

- and let's be honest he loves when you are playing with his hair; his head on your lap, just relaxing and you touching his hair, that's heaven for him,

- long car rides in the middle of the night!! talking about anything and everything, eating burgers at midnight, enjoying your time together,

- also making out in the impala ALL THE TIME; you sitting on top of dean, his hands on your ass, and of course it can get steamy,

- he loves cooking with you, when you two are alone in the bunker you always do that with a music, so you can sing and dance in the kitchen,

- dean is melting when you are on top of him during sex, he's a sub, but that doesn't mean he can't be more dominant,

- he just needs to be close to you, touching your hands, putting them above your head when he is the one making you feel good,

- this man loves taking photos of you: when you are doing chores around the bunker, when you are doing research, when you are reading, sleeping, when you are doing anything really,

- he also has a polaroid of you in his wallet,

- taking photos with you naked in bed after sex? yes.

- i was talking about cooking, but can you imagine baking with him?? "babe, can we make a pie?", "dean, again??", "i love pies and i love baking with you 😇😇" he's just a big, adorable baby sometimes,

- dean is an overprotective boyfriend even though you can take care of yourself,

- you are the one always winning rock-paper-scissors with him,

- he loves when you are wearing his clothes, especially when you are sleeping in his shirts,

- lazy mornings with him = breakfast in bed and big cups of coffee;

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[natti-ice]

Night Moves- Dean Winchester.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of eating, established relationship, based on the song “night moves” by Bob Sager

Author’s note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated<3

You sat in the passenger seat of the impala humming along to the song on the radio, you hadn't heard it in a while so you forgot how much you liked it. You mindlessly stared off into the dark trees on the almost abandoned highway, remembering the first time you ever heard this song. 

You were abruptly brought out of your daydream when the song changed which was weird because there were at least 2 minutes left. 

"Hey, I was listening to that" you said turning your attention to your boyfriend in the driver seat. 

"Really?" Dean questioned "Why?"

"Because I like the song, Bob Sager is a legend." You replied

"Yeah obviously, but out of all songs, 'night moves' is your favorite?" He said with a light chuckle, lowering the volume of 'ramble on' that replaced Sager. 

"Yes, actually it is" you were ready to defend this song with your life "Is that a problem?" You incited

This was a common occurrence throughout the course of your relationship, you never argued about anything serious but when it came to music all cards are on the table. There were just certain things about music you couldn't agree on, sometimes the bickering would go on for days before you two would eventually kiss and make up. 

You knew this song was different though, but he didn't. He didn't know the significance of this song but you were going to change that before this went too far, it already continued into the diner where you two were having your weekly date night. 

By now the whole conversation has become about how Led Zeppelin is unappreciated, somehow all music conversations lead to Led Zeppelin. You waited for Dean to finish his second piece of pie so you'd know you'll have his full attention. 

"Do you really not know why I like the song so much?" You questioned hoping maybe he'd remember. He shook his head no, you sighed. "The night you first said you loved me, it was playing in the background" You explained

Dean's eyes went wider than you'd ever seen, all the memories of that night flooded his brain, the bar, the smell, the atmosphere, what he was wearing, what you were wearing, he remembered it all so how did he forget this one detail?

"That's right!" he shouted grabbing the attention of the only other customer and the waitress, "some drunk guy yelled out 'this is my jam!' across the bar right before I said it. I'm so sorry, I completely forgot" there was regret in his voice but fondness in his eyes. That was the best night of Dean's life. 

"Now you can see why I like it so much, it reminds me of us." You smiled at him

He smiled back, "Yeah, still a shit song" he shrugged then dodged the balled-up napkin you threw at him.

-

Eventually, you both started making your way back to the Impala, you walked out of the diner hand in hand. Right before you made it to the car you heard it…

"Workin' on our night moves, trying to lose the awkward teenage blues"  Dean sang under his breath. You immediately stopped in your tracks, causing him to do the same. He sighed before looking over at you, he knew he wasn't going to hear the end of this.

You raised your eyebrows at him, a big grin slapped across your face

"Shut up" he rolled his eye, a smile pulling at his lips

You smiled, leaned over and pecked his cheek, then whispered in his ear "I don't think I will."

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[dilfth1rster]

I was wondering if you could do some smutty head cannons about Dean Winchester

Hi anon this is my first head canon like this, hope you enjoy it and if you want to further explore it, you know where to send me a request:)

Let's start with Dean is definitely a kinkyyyy himbo...

He's very dirty minded, any conversation that sparks as something a little sexual is like poking a bear with a stick. You never know what can trigger him.

I surely see him as both a dom and sub depending on a situation and or his mood. He doesn't see gender and would fuck anyone.

Nice chick in shorts a little too revealing? ... Yeah he would definitely try to hit that.

An older guy that gets a little too touchy after a couple of beers? Dean, umm- WOULD!

As of what he's into, it's a damn wide spectrum.

Starting with dress up... He loves that damn wild west cowboy shit. He loves getting in his cowboy boots and hat and a fringy jacket which also activates a dominant confident side in him.

He loves dominating and being dominated.

VERYYYY verbal whether it be about how nicely his big cock slides into you or how he degrades you and calls you his dirty cumwhore OR- how he pants in your ear while ramming into your ass with a speed of lightning.

He can NEVER decline a blowjob, he loves that shit. With him, it's more of a deepthroat or a "skullfuck" because he'd be holding you down on his wide 7 inches till u smelled the musky trimmed bush of his and later on definitely got lightheaded...

While I already mentioned his musk, I must add that his usual body smell is sweat mixed with a strong woodsy cologne and "leftover" whisky.

Dean appreciates when a lady shaves down there but he's a wild one for a hairy cunt as well as a bushy, hairy guy.

Loves high heels and "girly" accessories especially pink ones.

Is not scared nor intimidated by being called or referring to himself as Daddy.

Knows you're obsessed with his hands and loves helping you get wet by putting his chubby fingers in your mouth/throat.

DEAN WINCHESTER LOVES RISKY/OUTDOOR SEX!!!!!!! (includes public places such as dirty bar restroom which leads me to another thing that is...)

Unprotected sex. He's not friends with condoms, loves breeding you, and seeing his cum ooze out of you... and he CUMS A LOT.

He also loves getting bred by older guys(daddy issues I guess).

If you're okay with it:

He's definitely into watersports. Would love to piss on you, in his words "mark" you as his and degrade you.

Slap and choke you around(a little manhandling never hurt nobody huh?)

Make you worship his boots as a sign of your ultimate submission.

(let me include an image because it's getting hot in here...)

If it's longer than a one night stand he'd definitely want to cuckold you and make you watch as he breeds and destroys another young chick he met at the bar and brought to the motel room. Maybe if you're nice enough and behave he'll let you lick the juices off his cock after?

This man got a thing for piercings, belly button one that pops out from under your top, lip piercing or ESPECIALLY tongue and tits pierced... GOD DAMN!

Sex with him is usually fast paced(I say usually because from time to time it's not fast, IT'S DAMN RAPID)

SO... CUM-

we estabilished that mans got a breeding kink but well- Dean also loves cumming in your mouth and watching you swallow his sweet, chunky load, as well as painting your whole face in his seed.

If he's titty-fucking you he can explode directly on them.

If he's with a guy he enjoys getting bred and getting his face painted.

OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT-

This guy is a goddamn foodie, he loves to eat his sweet treats like the well known pie and such... he also loves to incorporate that into sex...

making you eat the pie he just came on or stuffing pieces of it into your pussy and eating you and IT out :)

Well- I think that's it for now. I'd love to further explore some of the aspect with you all, so if you got any questions or ideas, write away in the requests in my bio :)

(I'm a new writer so if you could like and reshare or leave a comment with your thoughts I'd really appreciate that)

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[eternalslover]

I got this gif off of pinterest and it's my absolute favorite thing ever

HES SO CUTE OMG

That's my hand BTW! (I'm delusional)

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[of-many-fandomss]

Hi can you write dean and reader where reader is very caring towards him? And very cuddly too, the man needs a hug 🫂

He deserves all the hugs in the world 🥹

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“No, Dean!” You whined, not opening your eyes as you lazily flapped your arms around, trying to grab the man and drag him back to bed.

He chuckled, bending down and placing a kiss on your forehead, “I have to go, sweetheart.”

Your eyes finally opened and you pouted up at him, “But I want you to stay,”

As much as he tried, he couldn’t fight off the smile that pulled at the end of his lips at the sight of you, “You know I have to go help Sam with this hunt.”

A sigh escaped your lips, you really hadn’t wanted to do this. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

You made your eyes wide and puppy-like, a look he never could refuse, no matter how hard he tried, “Stay!” You begged.

Dean threw his head back with a groan, “That’s not fair, and you know it isn’t!”

You smirked a little, “But you’ll stay?”

He sighed, kicking off his shoes and hopping down onto the mattress next to you, laughing lightly at the cheer you let out as you cuddled up onto his chest.

“You’re lucky I love you,” He joked, looking down at you adoringly.

“Luckiest person on earth,” You hummed in agreement, already letting your eyes flutter shut after you wrapped your arms around his torso.

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester blurb #supernatural blurb

[berettajane]

A Taste of Bliss

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 572

Summary: You come home from a business trip to see Dean and your son napping. Dean was ecstatic to be a stay-at-home father, allowing you to continue the career that you worked so hard to build.

A/N:  I do not own the picture used! 

You come home from a business trip to see your husband and son snuggling in your bed for a mid-afternoon nap.  You go into the spare bedroom to change from your button-up and slacks to sweatpants and one of Dean’s undershirts before climbing in bed with the pair, your son laying between you.  You lean down, kissing the crown of your son’s head before taking Dean’s left hand, kissing every knuckle before placing a final kiss on his wedding ring.  When you look up, Dean is awake and smiling softly, happy to just lay eyes on you after three days.

“Hey,” you whisper, returning his smile. “Hey, Mama.  We missed you, ya know?” Dean whispered, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “I know, baby.  I wish I didn’t have to do these damn trips anymore.  I hate being away from my boys," you pout. “Once you get that promotion, maybe you won’t have to worry about going away anymore.  For now, just get some rest, okay?” Dean whispers, gently moving a loose lock of hair behind your ear. “I love you, honey,” you mumbled, sleep clouding your mind quickly. “I know,” Dean smiled, making you chuckle quietly.  

xXxXxXxXxXxXxX

When you woke up a few hours later, the bed was empty.  You frowned, pulling yourself out of the bed and rubbing your eyes sleepily.  You walked into the kitchen to see an early dinner cooking on the stove, Dean feeding your son while quietly singing to him.  Tears pricked your eyes at the sight of your family, even in the most routine settings.  Dean was an amazing dad and a wonderful husband; there was nothing else in the world to make your life more complete.  You couldn’t be more thankful to Dean for understanding that you weren’t built to be a stay-at-home mom.  Dean was happy to take on the role of a stay-at-home dad, never feeling threatened by you continuing your career while he did the majority of raising your son.  It all worked in a perfect harmony.

“Mommy!” Dean said excitedly, raising his hands in the air, your son to imitating his daddy.  You laughed when you heard your son squeal, clapping his hands. “There’s my beautiful family!” you exclaimed playfully.  You walked over, kissing your giggling son repeatedly on the cheek before moving to kiss Dean, his hand finding your waist.  “Thank you for the nap,” you smiled, kissing him again. “Jet lag’s a bitch, so I figured I’d let you sleep.  Dinner’s almost done,” his fingers moved aimlessly along your sides. “Do you want me to finish feeding him so you can take care of dinner?” you offered, loving the idea of spending time with the baby. “Yeah, that’d be great,” Dean agreed, smiling as he got up from his seat and handed you the baby food and spoon.  “He’s almost done.  I’ll put him in the playpen before we start eating.”  Dean pulled you in for another kiss, his hand resting on the small of your back.  God, is there anything you hadn't missed about this man?  You pulled apart when your son released another squeal, indicating that he was still hungry and was not happy about that.  You laughed, pulling away from Dean, patting his ass as he walked toward the stove.  He smirked at you as he threw a kitchen towel over his shoulder, turning around to tend to dinner.

Your life couldn’t be more perfect.

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AO3: BerettaJane

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[heartfullofleeches]

Ichabod's (shirtless reaper lady) darling is seperate from the supernatural harem's darling, but it'd be funny if after like a thousand years of not seeing each other she bursts in on Maddox's new life to see what her baby "sibling" is up to and falls for their human. Her interactions with Baron would be golden

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[Baron storms into the living room seeing Ichabod's arms around his mate and Maddox looking defeated in a corner]

Baron: Hey Bitch!

[She looks up at him, annoyed]: What.

Baron: What do you identify as.

Ichabod: Ha?

Baron: Your gender! The fuck do you identify as?!

Ichabod: Obviously I'm a fuckin chick - why's it matter?

Baron: Cover your damn tits then!

Ichabod: I don't see you wearin' a damn thing. You think people want your baboon ass in their face everytime you walk by?

[Baron looks at his mate then back at Ichabod as if saying with his eyes "The fucking audacity of this woman"]

Baron: I AM A MAN. IT'S DIFFERENT

Ichabod: How?

Baron: ye- Y/n, tell her. Y/n?

[Supernatural Harem darling slips out the front door holding Maddox's hand as Alasdair walks in with groceries]

Alasdair: Great. There's two of them.

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[pinkiebieberpie]

i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings ୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Oh yay, I love your writing btw!! Could I request Jack Kline discovering that he absolutely LOVES it when reader gives him hickeys?? And after the first time he just keeps asking for them bc he always wants a few on him at all times to remind him of you. Thank you!!!!

Okay first of all anon thank you for the kind words :) so glad you love my writing. And Jack plus hickies hmm.....let's see what we can come up with for this little HC.

Okay so Jack and hickies, let us begin!

At first, and obviously being new to this whole human intimacy, Jack never really understood why he would see some bite marks on people's necks.

Bless him at first he thought they had been attacked by vampires but managed to escape before they took the first bite.

But after going to you, his partner, you explain to him that those are not bites from a monster, but bite marks from their spouses called hickies.

"So hickies are.......a sign of affection?" he questions.

"They can be. Sometimes people like to mark their partners as theirs."

"Like a possession? But I thought humans weren't things?"

"No, well that really depends on the whole kinky thing depending on the relationship. To be honest babe, it gets complicated if I try to explain it. The point is, hickies are just really deep kisses and soft bites people do to their partners as a sign of affection."

"Will you give me one?" he asks after a moment of silence.

"You--you want a hickey?" you ask.

"I'd like to know what they feel like. We love each other, right?"

"Yes, absolutely. Only if you're sure."

"I am. So what do we do first?"

He was ready to get straight to business. It was both funny and kinda cute, especially when he gave you that adorable smile of his.

So you begin with a simple make out session. Cupping his face in your hands before finally separating your lips from his.

You then tilt his neck to the side.

"Now just relax, and enjoy it. But if I'm too rough or it hurts too much, just let me know okay?" you say to him. he nods.

It first begins with you kissing his cheek before slowly going down towards his neck.

You hear him let out a gasp as your lips began their path down his neck before stopping midway down his neck.

His body slightly tenses up so you stop and ask him.

"Should I stop?"

"No!" he says urgently. "No don't stop it--it felt......good."

So you continue. With a few kisses just around the spot before giving him a small bite to his neck.

Suddenly a lightbulb explodes from one of the lamps at Jack's bedside which startles you.

You turn to see Jack's eyes glowing gold.

"Sorry." he apologizes. His eyes turn back to normal and you say.

"It's fine. Just didn't expect that. Should we go on or is it too much?"

"I'm enjoying it. Maybe a bit too much. I'll try to not use my powers, I promise." he says as he brings you back chest to chest.

You resume your position and give him another love bite before lightly sucking on the skin of his neck.

He breathless gasps and soft moans are music to your ears as he even tightens his grip on your waist.

After finishing off with a couple of licks of your tongue to ease the stinging sensation, you separate.

"When do the marks show up? How long do they take to form?" he asks.

"Well that depends. I didn't want to go too extreme but I know there's definitely a bitemark there." you then watch as he goes over to his bathroom mirror and observe his new mark.

And he waits, and waits, and waits.

That boy does not move a muscle from his bathroom. Soon enough you got tired and fell right to sleep on his bed.

"Baby! Baby! Sweetheart wake up! Wake up! It came!" you open your eyes to see Jack turning his neck to you and there you saw it.

A light purple bruise from where you had made his first hickey.

"Yep, there it is babe." you say tiredly.

"I love it. Do you think you can give me another one?" he asks excitedly.

You turn to see it's around 2:45 in the morning.

"I'll give you one when the sun's up, now can I go back to sleep?"

"Right sorry. Sleep my love. And thank you for my new prize." you didn't really hear much after he told you to go to sleep.

After that, Jack proudly shows off his hickeys to everyone and all.

In fact there are times he demands more hickeys even when one side of his neck is completely covered with them.

He gets a bit hickey crazy until you tell him that there needs to be a time for healing before any mote hickies can be given.

Of course he pouts because he just loves showing the world your love for one another.

But he allows his current hickies to heal and will just take the normal make out sessions you guys will do every now and then.

There is one time when he tries to return the favor by giving you a hickey.

But he didn't quite understand how the love bite works and accidentally bit you too hard.

Bless the boy he felt so bad, he first healed you of the bite mark and vowed he'd never do it again while frantically apologizing for his mistake.

You calmed him down and said all was good and that you didn't blame him.

In conclusion, Jack Kline loves receiving hickies from his beloved and will wear them like badges of honor. And he doesn't care who stares or Dean's comments of him being 'whipped'.

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