#Rockstar!Dean Winchester

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rockstar!dean x rockstar!reader headcanons (1)

I ADMIT I HAVE A PROBLEM- ALL 80 DRS I HAVE... EITHER DEAN OR JENSEN ARE THERE AND IM SCARED TO SEEK HELP BECAUSE IS IT SO BAD??????? no.

anyways <3

FUCKING IMAGINE

im doing multiple scenarios

you are in a band with dean:

hes guitarist (im melting while writing just fyi)

i picture young dean.. BABY DEAN... early 20s

-he definitely fiddles with more metal/rock stuff (maybe throw in some occasional indie/alt rock)... hes got some fire riffs, my guy, like he is musical genius. but dont ask him about music theory....he didnt learn it all the way through but he knows enough to just barely get him by. and dont ask him to play drums because he’ll describe them as *bums* and *tshs* and *tongue click* and *ts ts ts*. man has no expertise there but the thought and effort is there. and anytime he writes music, its not incredibly deep, but its creative. like his rhymes and wordings sometimes have you like ??? damn shawty. but when he does write deep lyrics...he goes absolutely ham. its so fucking emotional that you had no idea where it came from. its 0 to 60 after some decent effort and concentration. hes amazing at what he does 

-when yalls band gets bigger and you start performing in arenas and vibes get more and more hype...yall do that thing where your back is against one another while singing or playing another instrument. you both give each other the wildest, happiest smile and start to turn to one another while his solo is coming up and youre building up to a crazy note, and your backs are pressed against one another, and you both start to slide down, deep deep deep into what youre playing. the crowd is absolutely WILD for it, and they made edits of that moment of you two on stage. 

-i personally imagine that his aesthetic is kind of the same..his hair looks like his Alec hair from 2002 ish when he was in the dark angel show? i think thats what its called. but its like.. that length and maybe dyed dark brown/black !! more graphic tees, black jeans, jewelry for sure, leather, ripped jeans, MUSCLE TEES- OH SHIT HES TAKING HIS SHIRT OFF ONSTAGE!!!! WHAT THE FUCK HES RIPPED GUYS!?!?!?

sorry,

anyways

-when hes playing something to where he can focus on other things going on, hes watching you 100%. if his eyes arent on you, they are to the band members when you hit a note that he finds impressive and he’s giving them a “holy shit!” look. he loves the all that you give during a show, hes amazed by you. 

-imagine his sweaty bangs against his forehead, absolutely soaked, and he’s not even tired. he whips his head back and forth, bops his head up and down, and his hair is everywhere. he is so enveloped in the music, the crowd, his band’s energy that he is on a high. this job is something that makes him so distracted from anything of slight inconvenience, this is his true passion. he was meant to be on that stage.

-maybe he sings backup for you at some point and yall’s harmonies are so incredibly synced. maybe its some Bring Me to Life kind of music yall duet to, but the crowd goes nuts for it every time.

-man is a jumping bean on stage. hes bouncing around all over the place, he is so excited to be doing what he loves. he LOVES interacting with the crowd, jumping down by the pit and running around, sticking his hand out to everyone..he LOVES feeling everybody’s love for the music like he does

-he chooses very sleek looking guitars, nothing super crazy wild. however... if hes BASS guitarist, mans got the most interesting looking bass..that shit is like neon purple and got some crazy designs.

-during rehearsals, when yall are just kinda fucking around, he definitely plays the one spongebob song (12 Street Rag) at random times of silence. he gets everyone to laugh at him. man will be given a countdown to start his riff from the band and he’ll play something totally not part of the set, like:

drummer: alright Dean, im gonna do three count on my sticks, then you start off with the riff, got it?

dean: loud and clear

drummer:ONE TWO THREE

dean: *the one Weezer solo riff thats really high*

drummer: DEAN WHAT THE FUCK

hes a very goofy man. man child. but everyone in the band loves his childlike innocence.

hes drums

-this is his time to unleash EVERYTHING he feels. i like to think he has way over 9 pieces to his drums, this dude needs two snares, clashes galore, toms toms toms toms, he needs a SHIT ton in his guitar kit. he also goes through like.. three sets of sticks a night. he rips them to shreds after a few songs. he definitely gets really hot and sweaty when he plays, so he likes to wear lose tanks, or NOSHIRT, and ripped jeans. 

-his inspiration is tommy lee. he wants that same mad man drummer vibe, the complexity in his drumming, his fashion? dean loves it all. except the douchebaggery..deans a good boy, for the most part, and he doesnt have the same ideals as tommy but, he admires his skill 100%

-he definitely prefers more vintage rock drums, he loves the look and character in old, used drums. 

-this man waits for people to tell jokes during rehearsal to go “ba dum tis” on his drums. he never fails. hes always listening. 

you at guitarist: youre late, where were you?

guitarist: your moms house

dean on drums: *ba dum tis*

you and guitarist: are you fucking serious

dean: :D

-hell do some crazy things with his drums towards the finale... maybe some dyed water or paint so that when he bangs on the drums it splatters and hes a filthy mess later, but hes a happy filthy mess.

-all his broken sticks, he throws to the audience. he loves giving them out. but normally hell keep one stick to himself and write the date and location and he brings them to his tour bus or house

-when hes feeling flirty with you, whenever you walk into rehearsal..hell play the intro drums to Careless Whisper and hum the sax solo...he likes to think hes cute. and to you he is, but hes also a little shit <3

hes the vocalist

-everyone knows who dean is. everyone. man is so popular, he has such a unique voice. he becomes the unintentional face of the band because of how fucking attractive he is, and how crazy his range is.

-he ALWAYS checks on the crowd when hes performing. someone looks faint, or ill, he immediately stops what hes doing and tosses a water to anyone who needs it. he cares so much about his fans

-if youre playing an instrument while hes singing, he always makes his way to you. maybe hell play with you, and grab your chin while hes singing, wraps his arm around your shoulder, dances with you, he loves interacting with you while singing. 

-throughout the whole concert, hes going “give it up for these guys!” and hes point to you, and hell shout out everyone and hell tell the audience how much he loves you and the band and how grateful he is. 

-when hes singing, hell also run out into the crowd, hug everyone, maybe pass someone a mic, read their signs..again..he LOVES the crowd

-he learns how to say “i love you” & “thank you” wherever yall tour

-loose pants (almost harry style esque but maybe not as flamboyant), tanks, maybe the occasional nice suit

-accidentally messes up lyrics onstage, but then purposefully makes it worse and turns it into a really stupid innuendo, man is one big goof. or hell add in random statements while singing? like such:

dean singing onstage: so baby if you say, you want me to stay...ill change my mind- i love chicken. *continues singing*

so anyways dis is part 1

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Spotless: Schleppen

Chapter Sixteen

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Sam/Madison, Lee/Pam/Benny, Jesse/Cesar, Charlie/OFC, unnamed female character

Word Count: 2644

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, everyone is hungover, Dean steps in it, Sam is so done with their shit, unbeta'd

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Dean didn’t sleep. Or if he did, it was in the last gasps of darkness and so short, he couldn’t feel its relief. Alcohol affects the REM cycle, so whoever taught him to have a drink before bed to help with his insomnia (John) was wrong. It was just one of the many things he’d learned in therapy. Dean found he had many things yet to unlearn.

No one who had stayed over was in any better shape when he got downstairs.

Bela and Trouble had bunkered down on the couch in the den, Charlie had claimed one of the bedrooms with a woodland elf, the other spare went to Pam and Lee, but Dean was pretty sure he had heard Benny through the walls, so maybe him too. The other girl Charlie brought along was on the floor curled around Jesse fruitlessly, because Cesar, who was sitting with his back to the end of the couch, still asleep, held his partner’s head in his lap. He wondered if Sam was already up and running until Madison came down the stairs in search of caffeine with a shirtless and rumpled Sam on her heels.

“Morning,” Dean said smugly to them both.

Madison met his gaze and tried not to blush, which Dean found oddly refreshing, while Sam just flipped him off and dove in for a cup of coffee before it was even done brewing.

They moved in hushed whispers, but the Winchesters’ words were doomed to carry with their baritone. After Madison admonished them for not having more to eat in their fridge, Dean stepped up and ordered a combo of both greasy and sweet options to be delivered with an impressive tip to the driver for their discretion.

Bela helped herself to Dean’s shower and some of his clothes. And if anyone had found it odd that they hadn’t slept together, no one was ballsy enough to mention it. Or maybe they were all just too hungover to care. 

He still hadn’t seen Pam and company emerge and he wondered if he was going to have to risk walking in on some alternative hangover cures. 

Luckily for everyone, the pounding on the front door for the food was enough to rouse the stragglers and beckon them back to civilization.

“Happy 2018 everybody!” Pam croaked with a shiteating grin on her face as she took in everyone’s subdued state.

She was met with lackluster replies, grumbles and a very sarcastic cheer from Charlie. She tutted at them and sauntered her way towards the jelly donuts.

As rough as he felt, Dean lived for mornings (or early afternoons) like this. His kitchen was filled with people he loved, sharing food and just existing together, safe and warm. It’s what being in a band was all about. He started another pot of coffee when Bela slinked over and hugged him from behind, resting her face between his shoulder blades.

“I’ll just have a nap right here, thanks,” she mumbled against his shirt.

“Oh yeah?” Dean peered down at her. “You know, you can take my bed if you’re still tired, not gonna rush anybody out today.”

“‘S too far,” Bela complained. “And I already showered, no sense delaying the inevitable.”

Dean turned in her arms, letting her rest against his chest instead. He rubbed her back and looked up when he felt someone watching him. You sat folded in on yourself on one of the tall chairs, looking as if you were going to puke all over the counter.

“You okay over there?” Dean asked, more alarm slipping into his voice than the jest he intended. He cleared his throat, but didn’t let go of Bela as she turned to look at who he was talking to.

Gaping at him like a deer caught in the headlights, you nodded. 

Dean reminded himself to breathe, feeling everything you were saying by the look in your eyes. He fucked up. But in that moment there was nothing he could say that would fix it. Bela was supposed to be his girl, it would be too obvious to step away from her now.

As much as he suddenly wanted distance, he held on tighter, like she was a shield against his feelings for you. And against the look of betrayal in your eyes.

“When do you want to leave— Y/N?” Bela broke through Dean’s silent spiraling and started making plans to get home.

“Lemme drive you guys— could use some fresh air,” Dean cut in before they could order a ride.

“Are you sure? I’m a little out of the way,” you asked, worried over being a burden or being trapped in a car with him, Dean couldn’t be sure.

“Positive, just say when, and I’ll get Baby all set to go,” Dean insisted.

Bela kissed Dean on the cheek and thanked him for a wonderful time, promising to text him her schedule later. She reached over the backseat to grab your hand, smiling mischievously, “another one for the books. See you at brunch?”

“If I can eat by then,” you muttered, smirking as she slid out of the car.

“Bye!” Bela called as she disappeared through the door from the garage into the kitchen.

Dean cleared his throat and leered at you in the rearview mirror.

“You gonna come up here or am I gonna have to call you Miss Daisy?”

You rolled your eyes at him, but you didn’t open your door.

“I can wait all day. If you think you can out- stubborn me–,”

“FINE!” you snapped, throwing open the door and almost slamming it into Bela’s car’s rear end. “Asshole.”

Dean tried not to laugh outright, but you were kind of adorable when you were pissed. Once you were situated in the passenger seat, purse and coat lumped on your lap and seat belt secured, Dean continued to wait.

“What?! We can go now.”

“Easy! I’m just adjusting my mirrors, don’t want to back into anything,” Dean added with an air of responsibility.

“You so were not,” you grumbled, huffing before leering at the sideview as Dean crawled out of Bela’s driveway.

It was going to be a long drive.

Once they were out of the canyon, Dean decided he was going to have to put some of those lessons from Missouri to use. “So— you wanna talk about it?”

You glared at him like he asked if you wanted to eat your jacket.

“Come on, I know you’re pissed. Let me have it,” Dean egged you on, okay, maybe he could have said that better.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you muttered, eyes on your hands.

“Really? You gonna pretend you’re not having a bitchfit right now?”

“Dean Henry Winchester, do not make me call Charlie and tell her you called me a bitch.” And just like that you were all in. “I cannot believe you right now.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“No, look, you can’t just go around kissing people and then shoving your relationship in their faces. It’s called mixed signals, asshole!”

“Oh, so you can call me an asshole, but I can’t call you names?!”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “It’s not the same and you know it.”

Dean sighed, he was letting himself get defensive instead of focusing on what you were really saying. It suddenly felt like a horrible idea to have this conversation when neither of you could escape.

“I don’t know what relationship you’re talking about— the fake dating thing you roped me into?! Cuz that’s not real, that’s playing nice— for you!” Dean hadn’t realized how much he resented you for this whole set up, but now that the words were out of his mouth, things made a lot more sense.

“Bullshit,” you spat.

“You want me to ignore her, huh? Pretend she’s not there, in front of everybody this could hurt if it gets out that it’s all a lie?!”

You turned on him then, taking a deep breath as Dean made sure he wasn’t too distracted to drive. “Is it a lie?”

Dean looked back at the road and licked his lips. How much did you know? How much was it safe to tell you? How much of Bela’s life was private, even from you?

“What are you talking about?! Of course it’s a lie, an act, a ruse! You were the mastermind here, remember?!”

“You know what, Dean? I think the lady doth protest too much,” you said. “I think you know it was wrong to do what you did, but now you’re trying to pin this on me. When I only did it to cover your ass!”

“That is so not fair. I own my shit. What are you really pissed at here? Me in general? Me kissing you? Me hugging Bela? Me making your job harder? WHAT?!”

You groaned. “YES! Okay? YES!”

You stopped your tirade and looked at him and Dean felt you deflate as he glanced back onto the road ahead.

You started over, trying for calm, “you are inherently annoying, I think we both know that.”

Dean huffed. “Yeah, thanks.”

“No, listen. I knew this thing wasn’t going to be easy— for any of us. But it’s the best way to turn everything around. But— if you can’t do it anymore, if there’s something you need to tell me, I’ll understand. We’ll figure it out, okay? Just— just don’t lie to me, okay? I can’t fix things if I don’t have the whole story.”

Dean felt about two inches tall. He wiped his hand down his face and growled, pissed at himself and whatever you were fishing for. Because it was still all his fault. Somehow, he had gotten you home, he pulled into the driveway and killed the engine.

“I can do it, okay? This is on me. I’ll make it right. I’ll be on my best behavior, get us out on tour without a hitch. Make the label all the money and start to earn back everybody’s respect. I owe them all that much,” Dean promised to your suspicious face.

“Dean—”

“What?”

“Is there anything I should know? Seriously. I won’t be pissed. I just— feel like, like I’m out of the loop on this.”

“You were there all night. I think you got a good idea how things are going. Uh, what more can I say, you know? I’m sorry, though, for making you worry. Okay?” Dean ducked his head, making sure you were seeing him, eyes trying to make you see what he couldn’t say, but what he most definitely felt.

Maybe he hadn’t learned anything from Missouri at all. But he was still trying.

“If you’re sure— we’ll keep it going. We've still got over a month before we’re on the road, but it’s gonna go fast now. I just need you to be on your A game,” you said firmly, cementing it into the fabric of your shared reality.

Just keep carrying on.

Dean could do that. He had to.

“Sounds like a plan. And Trouble, do me a favor?” Dean leaned over, slipping into his charming self. “You gotta loosen up, okay? Get a hobby, get laid, just find somewhere to put all this shit you carry so it’s not weighing you down. Okay?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, tossing the door open and crawling out. “Like it’s that easy. Happy New Year, Dean, drive safe.”

“Later.”

Dean waited until you made it into the house before starting the engine back up. He didn’t go home right away, instead he took a drive along the coast, letting his mind try and untangle the knot you’d just made by having that conversation. 

Six am came way too early the following morning and with it, Sam pounding on Dean’s door to get his ass downstairs and into the gym. Right, his New Year’s resolution and his fucking brother holding him to it. 

“Gotta piss, calm down Billy Blanks,” Dean groaned, rolling out of bed.

He did his business, changed into something he could move around in, and finally found some tennis shoes at the back of his closet.

By the time he made it into the part of their basement they had turned into a gym, Sam was already sweating with a jump rope warm up. 

“What?! I’m here aren’t I? It’s not that late,” Dean grumbled at Sam’s judgey face.

They worked out with little discussion, spotting each other when they moved onto weights. They hadn’t worked out the details of this new shared routine, but slowly Dean felt it falling into place. The strain of his muscles and the swelling of his lungs all reminded him to be present and mindful. To let his body take over building when his mind wanted to use it to punish.

After they had stretched and were winding down, Dean decided to tape up his hands and spend some time on their speed bag. But, of course, that drew Sam’s attention.

Anything that hinted at Cain or Alastair always did.

“What?”

Sam looked him over. “You good?”

Dean didn’t want to have a different version of the trainwreck conversation the day before. But Sam knew everything, more or less anyway. Dean didn’t look up from his task, mesmerized by how soft his knuckles had gotten recently.

“I kissed Trouble.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Sam laughed, actually, genuinely laughed at him. “How’d that go?”

Dean considered the act itself. “Well—- she didn’t hit me.”

Sam sat down on the end of the bench, settling in for the dirt. “Were you expecting her to?

Dean looked over and saw Sam was no longer teasing. “Could you blame her? Some guy like me? A fuck up with a history of diddling her friends?”

“Dean.”

“I know, I know. Believe in myself. I am worthy of love. I know, okay. Just… she didn’t say anything. Just stood there after pulling away, staring at me in total shock.”

“Did she kiss you back?”

Dean thought about it, remembering the way your mouth let him in. “At first, yeah.”

Sam chewed that over. “Does Bela know how you feel about her?”

“Sam, I’m not even sure how I feel about her.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah you are. You just have been too stupid and self deprecating to do anything about it. Does she?”

Dean shook his head.

“Are you guys fucking?”

“Not like, committedly.”

“Okay, well, you should probably stop that. And tell Trouble how deep you’re in it. Like, I hate being alone with you two, it’s so obvious.”

Dean flipped Sam off.

“What? No, I’m serious. You guys just need to get over your shit and tell each other how you feel. And warn me, because I do not want to come home for like a week after all those years of tension is finally worked out, god.”

Dean kind of gets lost in that image for a minute. “Nah, we’d go to her place. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Sam couldn’t even tease him after how pathetic he sounded. “But first you need to tell her.”

Dean sighed. “I can’t. I promised her I’d behave and stick to the plan. I can’t risk pissing off Dick and Crowley anymore, I don’t want to jeopardize the band.”

“I’m pretty sure I told you this was a bad idea and I just want to reiterate that point,” Sam snarked.

“Yeah, well, them’s the breaks,” Dean huffed as he hauled himself up and squared off with the hanging bag.

He found a rhythm and kept on his toes.

“Dean, seriously, just tell her how you feel. Life’s too short, you know?” Sam said to Dean’s back.

Dean sighed, upping his pace. Because, yeah, life was really too short.

But there was still nothing he could do about it now.

Author's Note: LISTEN! I did not even outline the first 2/3rds of this chapter. IT just HAPPENED, so yeah, they're still both idiots.

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Chapter Seventeen: Trill

#spotless series #dean/reader #dean/bela #fake dating #rockstar au #slow burn #dean angst #dean winchester fanfiction #should i be calling this a love triangle

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They are going to a concert! Hooray!

#dadstiel #dad dean #dad!dean #dean and jack #jack and dean #dean #dean winchester #Jack Kline #Jack winchester #post canon #BABY JACK #babyjack #rockstar #happy #they deserved it #they are family #Destiel #dean and cas #DEANCAS #CasDean #supernatural #SPN #spn art #dad castiel #dad!castiel #they are married #family #destiel

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Hi. I tend to forget that tumblr exists and just shout all my thoughts about The Winchesters on Twitter @CharCubed, which is a problem, but for once in my life I'm posting something here!

Here are some broad Thoughts on where I've landed of what this season 1 finale of The Winchesters offered–

• I very much want season 2 of this show SO badly. I want to see how they all continue to build their lives now that we know tragedy need not be their end! THIS IS THE HEALING SHOW. That whole cast gets to write their own story... "the only thing that's worse than how it starts for a hunter is how it ends" is no longer the case, as Carlos already said... and Dean helped to free them? That fucks.

• In regards to those possibilities: now that Dean would no longer be framing the prequel as a story he's telling, it frees the prequel up to no longer be doubling as Dean's story through revealing mirroring–which is very much what it's been doing for 12 episodes. Now the monster plots and the storylines for those characters in The Winchesters can also be diversified, so every episode no longer has to include, for example... [checks notes] a situation where a character is literally and/or metaphorically trapped and has to confront their trauma, break cycles of violence, and speak truths to be freed. It's been very Loud and very much Like This Constantly because it's Dean's story, but now it won't have to be anymore, which is an interesting thing to contemplate! (To be clear, for those unaware of my history of yelling about this show: I love that it was Like This. This show is fucking genius.)

• Initially, this finale had some alarm bells pinging in my brain but then I parsed the Reasons for those things. Mary told John she had "Something to say," right? And then she never says it. That's a Chekhov's gun that's never fired and it's of course paralleling how Dean has "something to say" to Cas too. Them not speaking that truth is a problem. In addition, we also got a montage eerily akin to the 15x19 one. But these callbacks / parallels to s15 all loudly indicate something very specific: The Winchesters is an unfinished story, and this finale (like the rest of this show) is mirroring and revealing truths about the prime narrative of SPN. For one thing, with the prequel they originally expected to have 22 or so episodes and ended up having 13 to work with. For another... this is the START of their story, not the end. So along those lines, what can we deduce about the end of season 15? (Hint: that finale is not an ending either.)

• Speaking of which: We learn that everything Dean was just doing takes place in the ~heavenly~ time period before Sam “dies." This all functionally happened right after Dean died as he drove down that road. He is restless, unmoored, grieving, and–this is key–considers his "ending" to be an unhappy happy one. He's fucking around and finding out, looking for and unpacking (through his narration) what he needs and wants for HIS happy ending to look like. He found out about the Akrida being a failsafe from Chuck and couldn't resist meddling to save everyone. It's also worth noting that Dean says to Jack something like, "If you have to kick me out of Heaven then that's fine." Between the lines is the thought of "please kick me out of Heaven, I'm causing problems because I'm grieving and I'm not done, I don't want this 'peace' but would rather have freedom." That in itself is a massive subversion of the SPN finale, to say nothing of the previous 12 episodes we've received.

Anyway. So in terms of Dean's story, we now know that this all takes place smack in the middle of 15x20 timeline-wise. This checks out because Bobby's presence connects to him being the only one we saw in 15x20. And... what I personally consider to be Jack's incredibly fucked up or ~potentially taken over by Chuck~ vibes are, in that sense, consistent with 15x19 as well. (I'm so sorry but please let me drop this cursed "Alex Calvert playing Chuck" joke by Jensen from August 2022 which haunts me.)

So: nothing about the concept that @chuckwon at the end of season 15 has been confirmed or denied in canon at this point. The idea that Chuck LOST, as Dean says here, is simply what Dean may still be thinking (which makes sense). But nothing has fundamentally changed about the state of how season 15 left things in the prime narrative yet... largely because that's not what this story is / was about.

In terms of what this finale presented to us, I think "Chuck won" potential was all deliberately left open. And I continue to Call Bullshit on the finale accordingly. A Chuck won plot line COULD be used in a future sequel to great affect, or it could NOT be used in a future sequel. That will be totally up to the future authors / team behind that potential sequel to see what story they choose to tell, and where it all may or may not go. But until then (on that front) right now it's the same shit, different show, and deliberately literally nothing about that potential has changed.

• I LOVE all of the above now that I've parsed it all in my brain. It makes perfect sense. Much like we were never going see the gay angel pop up in this show and kiss Dean (with apologies to anyone who somehow thought otherwise?)... leaving other things open like this is fantastic and the objectively correct call. Dean's story is HIS story to be furthered elsewhere, whereas this show belonged and continues to belong to its cast of characters who must take center stage. But through this story within a story narrated by Dean himself, we learned a hell of a lot about his state of mind as it actively stands in 15x20. Or more accurately: the entire show reinforces and reiterates comprehensively and repeatedly that the SPN finale was wrong and bad and not the end of the story at all, and now canonically and openly and in no uncertain terms that that's how Dean feels too.

• AND THUS: season 1 of The Winchesters works as deeply clever and layered commentary on Supernatural's ending and presents the stepping stone for a sequel continuation for Dean and his family. It's also the beginning of a new chapter with endless potential for The Winchesters' cast of characters who are not tied to fate or main timeline.

I fucking love it here.

Truly, madly, deeply: ALL HAIL ROBBIE THOMPSON.

And seriously, I really hope we get a season 2 because I adore all of the prequel's characters on their own merit and I want to see what their story can become :')

#the winchesters #spnwin #spnwin meta #the winchesters meta #dean winchester #GO LITTLE ROCKSTAR. FUCK SHIT UP #chuck won theory #chuck won meta #char writes things #ON TUMBLR? NO WAY. #I will likely reblog this to the chuckwon blog eventually

[eyelinerdean]

oh my god dean wanted to be a rockstar. do you think he wrote songs

#fifteen year old dean at sonny’s and robin gifts him a notebook. for all your music she says. for when you’re a rockstar and need teen angst #straight from the source. she wrote it in a little note on the first page. #and god dean is glued to the thing #even when he leaves sonny’s he stuffs it in the bottom of his duffel and takes it out when sam is asleep when dad is out on hunts #and he doodles and he writes recipes he sees on tv and maybe sometimes when he’s really sure #that dad won’t come home and sam won’t wake up. maybe he locks himself in the bathroom and writes a song. #just little snippets of lyrics or ideas or what have you. in honor of the rockstar future he’ll never have #lu.txt #dean winchester

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Jensen is so sexy, even in black and white!

#jensen ackles #dean winchester #supernatural #rockstar jensen #i can't help but swoon for this man #i wish he was my dad #sns special #creationhi

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Imagine

You're dating Dean, a rock star.

A/n :💓🥵🥵

#fictional characters #imagines #fictional boyfriend #jensen ackles #dean winchester #dean winchester imagines #spn imagine #rockstar #spn #rockstar!dean

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Edvard's Supernatural Guide: 1x22 Devil's Trap

Supernatural’s twenty second episode is the second half of The Show’s first two-parter and the final episode of its first series. Perhaps my expectations of a series final have been ruined by Buffy where the end of each series (except the first) came at the end of a long build-up and would often have been sufficient as an ending to the whole show. As I have commented multiple times, the first series of Supernatural – and indeed much of Supernatural – suffers a lack of rising action leading the characters and the viewer towards the final conflict. This problem is perhaps due in part to the format of a twenty-two episode monster-of-the-week show in its first year, but part of it is also down to insufficient planning.

This is not to say the episode is bad, because it certainly is not, but it does not feel like a proper ending. I have also commented elsewhere that series one and two of Supernatural feel like one novel to me, with 1x22 serving as the ending of the first part. An equivalent could be the breaking of the fellowship at the end of The Fellowship of the Ring: no main plots have reached a conclusion, but a sub-plot or two has reached its end and obstacles have been thrown in the characters’ way.

The cold open of this episode overlaps slightly with the ending of 1x21 Salvation, picking up with Meg answering John’s phone and telling Dean he will never see John again (no such luck). Dean has not had time to put his mask back on after Sam attacked him, but his reaction to Meg’s implication that John is dead causes him to snap into action mode: as will be discussed in 2x02 Everybody Loves a Clown, Dean’s behaviour is typically masculine in that he responds to difficulties by seeking a solution. He wastes no time in putting himself together, putting his coat on, and dragging a hesitant Sam out of the door.

One thing which I noticed upon rewatch was a certain quality to Dean’s voice which first appears in this episode, a rough, gravelly sound which sounds like he has been screaming for a while. I am far from the first person to comment on the fact that Dean’s voice in series one is significantly higher than it is from series two onwards. I have to admit I did not notice anything unusual about his voice at all until 2020. Sure it is significantly deeper than a lot of men’s, but nothing strange. I live in Finland, and here a tiny number of men for some reason speak right out of their throats. The sound is not guttural, but rather sounds like a frog with tonsillitis. I do not have the foggiest why they do it when the vast majority of Finnish men speak perfectly normally, but some Finnish men just do. That is weird. Jensen’s ‘Dean voice’ does not even register on that scale.

People both in and outside the show have tried to imitate it with tense vocal chords and shoulders, essentially growling like somebody in a death metal band (e.g. the cosplayers in 5x09 The Real Ghostbusters). Others have also mocked this aspect of the show and made comments to the effect of ‘trying to sound like manly men’, but comments like that are best left in their own league, as the Finns would say. Unless my ears work fundamentally different than everybody else’s, Dean’s voice sounds nothing like death metal vocals or trying to ‘perform’ manliness: rather, it sounds like a baritone singer’s voice.

This is not a music lesson, so I will keep it short: men’s voices usually resonate mostly in the chest cavity, making them sound ‘deep’. This is called ’chest voice’. Women’s usually resonate more in the head, making them sound ‘high’. This is called ‘head voice’. This is of course a continuum, and men can learn to both use more chest voice to increase their vocal range downwards / make their voices sound deeper, as well as to use more head voice to increase their range upwards. The same is true of women: they can learn to increase their range upwards with more head voice, as well as downwards into chest voice. Learning head voice is harder for men than chest voice, and the reverse is true for women, but it is a skill professional singers work towards.

I am far from an expert, but I have listened to dozens of hours of Jensen singing both at conventions and his own music with Radio Company. While I doubt he is classically trained as a singer, he definitely sounds trained to me. He is no Freddie Mercury, but he is versatile and skilled whilst having (what sounds to me, at least) great vocal control. His vocals first appeared as backing vocals on a song in 2000: while his voice definitely sounds pleasant and recognisably Jensen, it is unpractised and raw compared to his later work. If memory serves, he began singing and playing guitar more seriously with Steve Carlson around 2004-2005, and his vocal performances from roughly 2010 sound much more refined, trained, and practised.

What I hear in ‘The Dean Voice’ is Jensen’s singer training: he uses a lot of chest voice when speaking as Dean, entailing diaphragmatic breathing (lowering his diaphragm and filling his entire chest with air, rather than chest breathing) which provides more space for his voice to resonate. I also hear fantastic physical condition, as projecting a voice like that requires strong core muscles and the ability to use them in regulating breathing. Posture is also important, as the position of the shoulders and chin affect vocal production. ‘Death metal vocals’ play no part in it whatsoever, so I do not understand people adopting a faux gruff voice and thinking it represents… anything. Maybe I am just a buzzkill, but it sounds to me like people are not paying attention to anything they hear.

According to him, the reason he gradually lowered his voice when portraying Dean was an attempt to imitate and emulate Jeffrey Dean Morgan’s portrayal of John.

We know that Dean is also a singer: I commented in 1x17 Hell House that Dean was singing along to Blue Öyster Cult’s Fire of Unknown Origin in tune with a nice-sounding tenor, and episode 15x07 Last Call shows us that Dean’s vocal range spans from bass to tenor, sitting most comfortably in a baritone range.

Having said all this, there were a few episodes roughly somewhere in series twelve or thirteen where his voice sounds excessive to my ears. I have said usually nothing sounds unnatural or forced about it, but in a handful of episodes late in The Show’s run, the director really should have said ‘Slightly less chest voice’.

What is strange to me is hearing Jensen’s normal speaking voice which is how most of his other characters speak (people say Tom in My Bloody Valentine sounds like Dean, but I think they see Jensen and do not pay attention to what they actually hear, but whatever), but returning to the episode at hand, Dean’s voice has a rough quality which suggests he is straining to keep control of himself.

In the car, Sam thinks it prudent to continue with the ‘I coulda killed him [Azazel]’ crap from the end of last episode. Other than this being irksome (that conversation is over, Sam, drop it), it shows that Sam is okay with abandoning and even sacrificing John in order to get the job done. While it is wonderful that Sam and I both agree on the acceptability of sacrificing John, I do not understand why he thinks sticking around in Salvation would be a good idea: Azazel has disappeared, and going after John is their best chance of getting to him. In contrast to Sam, Dean refuses to even entertain the notion that John might be dead. Part of this is his own reliance on John’s continued existence for his mental stability, but also because it would make no tactical sense whatsoever for Meg to kill John rather than keep him alive and perhaps offer him in exchange for the colt.

Knowing help is needed, Dean drives across the border to Sioux Falls in South Dakota to Bobby’s. Bobby is a fan favourite, but I have to admit I do not like him nearly as much as some people. Admittedly he was a better father figure to Dean and Sam than John, but a) that is a very low bar, and b) I simply cannot forgive him for him ‘I’m so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess’ in 4x22 Lucifer Risingafter Sam tried to strangle Dean to death in cold blood,or for trying to guilt and shame Dean when he was metaphorically suicidal in 5x18 Point of No Return.

Contrary to John, Bobby’s ‘parenting’ can generally be described as ‘tough love’, but a few times too many it veers into simply damaging parenting and bullying tactics. That said, Dean and Sam seem much more comfortable around Bobby for the majority of their time with him than they ever do with John. I think Bobby actually did genuinely care about and love Dean and Sam, but rather than being an abusive, neglectful father like John, he was simply an incompetent, damaged father. His motivations were mostly love for Dean and Sam, so he gets some credit and a little leeway from me for that. He tried.

But no, Bobby; family is not supposed to make you miserable. If your family is making you miserable, you should find a better family.

All of this is in the future, though. Jim Beaver did not expect his role as Bobby to last for more than one episode, and it might have been the case that Missouri Moseley was supposed to make a reappearance (thank Odin she did not). Personally, I am glad his character stuck around, but it is very convenient that yet another acquaintance we have never heard of turns up in the story just when he needs to. He is also yet another acquaintance who has not been in contact with the family for an extended period of time… because of John, whom Bobby tried to shoot in the persqueeter last time they met. There is a through-line here: adults do not like John.

Bobby exposition-dumps about a manifold increase of demonic activity in the last year, and of an approaching ‘storm’ which we should have been made aware of a few episodes ago, but whatever. At this point, Bobby’s Rottweiler Rumsfeld barks outside, putting everybody on edge, then he suddenly falls silent and his chain is shown to be broken. We are to presume he is dead, but he is never spoken of again so nothing is ever confirmed.

Meg then smashes in the door and Dean tries to throw holy water on her, but once again gets yeeted into a wall (one of several times he goes flying in this episode). Given the situation it was probably necessary for somebody to get twanged into a wall in order to lead Meg into a false sense of security. Why did it have to be Dean again, though? I have said before many times that The Show does not like Dean (one of the reasons I hyperfocus on him in these analyses instead of...anything else), but is it really necessary to keep flinging him into stuff? Sam is also young, healthy, and muscular, he can take being twatted into a hard surface a few times.

Another issue with this scene is the ease wherewith Meg appears to have found the Winchesters. If it was indeed so easy, 1x21 Salvation looks completely pointless. Why did she not do this a few days ago? Whatever the case, Dean, Bobby, and Sam dupe her and trap her in the show’s first devil’s trap, a sigil specifically for trapping demons. The version used in this episode is significantly more complex and involved than devil’s traps used later in the show. This is likely due to ease of production (both within and outwith the show), given that such traps are employed with increased frequency later on.

Following this is a sequence of scenes featuring some exceptionally strong performances. Dean’s scary side came out, his rage barely kept under control as he interrogated Meg, the gravelly aspect to his voice morphing into a furious growl. However, during the exorcism scene, his desperation and fear are plain in his tense bearing and the set of his face as he fights against the possibility that John is indeed dead. He had a wild, intense look in his eyes and a set to his jaw that would have me running for the hills if directed at me. Who is this man and can I have a whole show about him, please? Soldier Boy in The Boys was supposed to be a horrible, scary cunny-hole, but nothing he did in his forty minutes of screen time held a candle to Dean’s wild, animalistic presence in this scene.

(On the subject of Soldier Boy, he might have had heterosexual men considering the attraction of their own sex, but Dean’s deep, rumbling voice as he snapped I lied! and the sheer masculine force of him in this scene would have had them fighting over the lube in the local grocer.)

On the other side of this interaction is Nicki Aycox’s Meg. Given her acting choices were limited, being tied to a chair and all, I was completely convinced by her performance as a trapped demon trying desperately and failing miserably to save face and maintain a facade. She is a tiny woman, but she did not seem meek, frail, or weak at any point before the exorcism, even after Dean slapped Meg so hard he reconfigured her brain. After the exorcism, she transfigures utterly into a broken woman glad for the horrific ordeal to be over and glad to finally be dying. A moment previous she had been all bravado and cockiness (and as Paula R. Stiles pointed out, quite the masochist), then she was utterly shattered and spent. Demon!Meg was completely gone, and Human!Meg was a totally different entity. The fact Nicki Aycox is a tiny woman – slim, a good foot shorter than Jared, and a head shorter than Jensen – definitely worked in her favour here.

I have said on several occasions that Meg 1.0 does not work for me, but it is certainly not due to a lack of acting talent, for she definitely has it. In fact, if it were not for Jensen chewing the scenery up, she would have stolen this scene.

While Dean was interrogating Meg, Sam performed an exorcism which differed from the one in 1x04 Phantom Traveler (in Ecclesiastical Latin: note the pronunciation of v as ‘v’ and c as ‘ch’ like Italian e.g. ‘veni, vidi, vici’, rather than the ‘w’ and ‘k’ of Classical Latin as in ‘weni, widi, wiki’). Jared’s pronunciation in general sounds acceptable: he clearly has the accent of a native English speaker, but it definitely does not sound like this is Sam’s first time reading Latin. On the subject of 1x04, Dean and Sam encountered a demon which possessed humans. Why, then, so they seem so surprised to learn that ‘Meg’ is actually a demon possessing a real woman? Did Eric Kripke just forget that when writing this episode?

What also gave me pause for thought was why Bobby and Sam were hesitant to exorcise the demon from Meg, even though it would have resulted in Meg dying from the wounds she sustained in 1x16 Shadow. There is no way they can let Meg go free while possessed, nor do they have any other option? This sounded to me like the writers knowing the viewers would have questions, and so they included this to answer said questions.

It does have the effect of Dean perhaps looking like the ruthless one willing to sacrifice anything and everything to keep his family safe, but I see it as Dean accepting it has to happen. This is a recurrent theme throughout the show: Dean sees something horrible which has to happen due to a lack of other options, and accepts that it has to happen / he has to do it. See for example the Mark of Cain, or the Malak Box. While this happens, people around him try to stop him being the responsible adult because ‘There has to be another way’, even getting violent, angry, and pissy with him because his decision is not the ending they want. See, for example, Sam punching Dean because of his decision with the Malak Box, or Cas trying to shame him for the same reason.

Note that even though Sam is supposed to be the main protagonist of this show, it was crossing and underestimating Dean which was Meg’s AND Azazel’s biggest mistake. Sam would have left John to his fate and not gone after him, whereas Dean’s devotion to his family (even members who do not deserve it) is what drives this last part of the plot forwards and what leads to their downfall. Dean makes the choices which make the story happen, whereas Sam still does not. Of course he does do things in the plot, but he is mostly reactive and passive compared to the character who was supposed to be the stupid sidekick.

Remember, by the way, that Azazel knows Dean will kill him. They met in 1973 in 4x03 In the Beginning… and Dean told Azazel he was the one to gank him. This explains some of Azazel’s hesitance in the events of 2x01 In My Time of Dying, but also shows how prideful and even hubristic he was: had he refused a certain trade in 2x01, Dean would never have been in a position to kill him.

Also worth noting is that Dean is the unquestioned leader of proceedings in this scene; both Bobby AND Sam defer to him and follow his lead. This reflects the role he later adopts as the unofficial captain of Team Free Will. And how everybody else falls apart when he is absent...

Moving on, Meg’s dying words lead Dean and Sam to Jefferson City, Missouri, where John is supposedly being kept and guarded by demons. Sam is an idiot and draws protective sigils and wards on the outside of the car boot (silly because rain exists), and then another plot-point conflict arises regarding whether or not to take the colt along with or not. Dean wants to use the colt to save John, whereas Sam wants to keep it in reserve for killing Azazel.

Sam tries to use the ‘Dad wouldn’t want us to do it’ argument on Dean, a tactic which Dean soundly rejects. Dean is firmly of the opinion that saving John matters above all else. This is a continuation of their discussion in the car at the beginning of the episode, but here Sam goes further and begins ret-conning his own life and Dean’s motivations by claiming that Dean went to Standford to get Sam in order to kill Azazel. This is not what happened. Dean’s motivation throughout the series has remained constant: he picked Sam up because ‘Dad’s gone on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days.’ Dean knew nothing of ‘the demon’ at that point, and Sam is wrong to assert killing Azazel was Dean’s goal then. If I were ill-disposed to Sam, I would say this is an attempt at manipulation: ‘You wanted me to do this. I could have carried on with my studies, but you dragged me along with you to kill this demon, and now you’re trying to stop me doing that.’

Sit down, Sam. Thankfully, Dean does not take this lying down, but instead says Sam and John are ‘a lot more alike than I thought’ and that they cannot wait to sacrifice themselves. ‘You’re selfish...you don’t care about anything but revenge.’ Dean is calling everybody out and I love that for him.

To be fair to Sam, he has been terribly written. He is so inconsistent that it has been very hard for me to understand him, and it is only through lengthy discussions with a friend that I can see what the intention with him might have originally been. He was supposed to be somebody who had always known he was an outsider and never had a real sense of normality, or of right and wrong because of his unstable, unrooted upbringing. He tried to find normality and stability at university, and through successful masking (pretending to be ‘normal’) he managed to fit in. But then the metaphorical faeces hit the air ventilation appliance and he was dragged right back into his unstable life which confirmed he was a freak and unfit to live in normal society. However, he was deeply unhappy in the otherworld he found himself in, and unable to rely on his moral compass. I could have liked a Sam such as this quite a bit more if he were written more sympathetically, and if he were not such a mean-spirited bore.

Returning to the episode, what follows is a mostly boring scene in which Sam sets off a fire alarm to empty the block of flats and then he and Dean trap the demons guarding John in a cupboard. To do this, they use fire extinguishers full of holy water, then bar the door with salt. This scene also gave us Dean fulfilling a childhood dream by becoming Fireman!Dean (we live for Fireman!Dean, be honest), and it ends with Dean and Sam finding John, who is busy performing the wife’s role from Gerald’s Game.

This is followed by a quick exeunt down the fire escape (so people can get right from the street to your bedroom window on the nth floor? Why, Vancouver America, why?) with an indisposed John in tow. The Loquacious Terminator appears ex nihilo after John’s rescue and proceeds to beat Sam up while Dean struggles with John. Sam is utterly overpowered, but Alec X5-494 momentarily takes over control of Jensen’s body from Dean and roundhouse kicks The Loquacious terminator. If TLT were a normal human, this would have been enough to delete the last five years of his memory, but alas TLT yeets Dean Alec X5-494 into a car windscreen. Thankfully Dean and Alec’s vessel is made of much tougher stuff than a normal human: and he is not adversely affected by his second yeeting of the episode. Dean reasserts his control over Jensen’s body and ventilates TLT with the colt. After a horrified, uncomprehending look at the TLT’s dead body – the body of the man TLT possessed – Dean hurries John and Sam away from the scene towards the Impala.

There is not enough time for me to wonder why the streets were so empty that nobody noticed a gunshot, a fist fight, or Alec X5-494 making an appearance, as the next scene begins in a cabin somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Dean is deeply shaken by not having hesitated to kill Meg or shoot TLT in order to save Sam and John. ‘There was a real person in there.’ This is one of many occasions when the viewer is allowed to see behind Dean’s mask to what is beneath. Dean has never killed a human before this episode, and while the death of Meg and TLT’s vessels were not his fault, he holds himself accountable and is deeply hurt by having killed them.

This is painful for him for many reasons, one of which being the fact that humans generally do not enjoy killing other humans. But Dean has been groomed to believe that his only worth is in fighting for and protecting others, and for minimising their pain and suffering as much as possible, even at the cost of his own safety, health, and life. Killing Meg and TLT’s vessels goes against this, and he believes he has failed in his purpose. His care for his family and his hunter instincts are powerful enough to override his moral compass, and this raises the question in his mind: am I a monster?

I am also reminded of the fact that many war veterans who suffer PTSD are not traumatised by things which happened to them, but rather things they did. Being in war caused them to do things they would otherwise find inconceivable, and it brought them face to face with their own capability for violence. This is what I see in Dean: his own capability for violence scares him, even to the point of traumatisation.

Though Dean does not realise it, John’s treatment of him has not turned him into a mindless, hateful killer. He does not do what he does because he enjoys violence, but rather violence is a necessary part of what he does which he happens to excel at. Roughly fifteen years after Dean sits in that cabin pondering whether he truly is a bad person, somebody will tell him the truth about himself:

‘I know. I know how you see yourself, Dean. You see yourself the same way our enemies see you. You're destructive, and you're angry, and you're broken. You're "daddy's blunt instrument." And you think that hate and anger, that's... That's what drives you, that's who you are. It's not. And everyone who knows you sees it. Everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love. You raised your little brother for love. You fought for this whole world for love. That is who you are. You're the most caring man on Earth. You are the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know. You know, ever since we met, ever since I pulled you out of Hell... Knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you. I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack... I cared about the whole world because of you.‘

Dean also beats himself up for having wasted one of the colt’s bullets in saving John, at which point John conveniently appears at just the right moment to reassure Dean, almost as if we were watching a television show. John praises Dean, but rather than being aglow with joy at finally hearing words of praise from his father, Dean almost shrugs it off, clearly very suspicious.

I will discuss in a few weeks’ time why exactly I read John as an abusive father, and why Jensen’s claim that a) Dean knew John loved him and b) John was not abusive are simply incongruous with what I can see on screen, including lines of dialogue which come out of Jensen’s very mouth. One such line appears in this scene. Dean recognises that John is not John because John praises him for having used a bullet to save him, rather than ‘tearing me a new one [by which he means ‘a new hole in his body’, i.e. ripping and stabbing, referring to extreme anger and possibly physical violence]).

The fact that Dean can tell John is not John by the fact he acts like a reasonable, loving father is another load of soil on the mountain of evidence in the case against John, but more on that in a dedicated essay. My reaction to this cutting line from Dean’s mouth was a) ouch and b) John wasted a bullet on a basic vampire, so if he had dared to chastise Dean for using it to perforate a demon, he would have been an utter hypocrite. Dean’s realisation leads him to draw the colt on John, and upon re-entering the room, Sam quickly takes Dean’s side (more of this Sam, please!) John tells Dean to shoot him if he is so confident, but a few tense seconds pass with Dean hesitating (once again reminding me strongly of Alec X5-494 from Dark Angel, specifically of some scenes in 2x11 The Berresford Agenda) before Azazel!John reveals himself by way of having yellow eyes.

Once more, Dean is yeeted into a wall because the writers love doing that to him, but at least it is a double yeet this time, as Sam is subjected to the same treatment (strangely enough, the cuts and blood from the beating he took earlier are gone). With his vessel’s sons duly pinned against opposite walls, Azazel!John proceeds to pontificate rather than snapping his fingers and killing both boys. He talks about how Sam was going to propose to Jess, and had even gone ring shopping (while still at university? Bold move, Sam. Almost as bold as Dean’s denim jacket and jeans combo), which is surprising seeing as how I have hardly seen Sam grieve at all. It is also revealed that Azazel killed Jess and Mary because they got in the way of his plans for Sam and the psychic children like him.

At this point, Dean breaks the monologue by saying ‘Listen, do you mind just getting this over with? I can’t stand the monologuing’, to which I had to chuckle. Other than this being characteristic of Dean, I also thought ‘Dean, just wait until you watch The Walking Dead; Negan is unbearable!’

The monologuing does indeed go on for a fair few minutes, but to be fair on the show, this is the conflict which the show has been leading up to for twenty two episodes, so it is acceptable. The boys spent most of series one searching for their dad, and the reason for them being in the story in the first place was Azazel forcing Mary to make the deal in 1973, and then murdering her in 1983. The boys (specifically Dean) wanted to find John and keep him safe, whereas Sam’s focus was revenge for Jess.

To have all of this come to a head in this manner is indeed some successful dramaturgy. It was also dramatically fitting that abused son Dean should end up almost cut open and torn apart by his dad, and that rebellious Sam should almost become a patricide. Most of what Azazel said to Dean after Dean’s monologue quip was entirely spot-on: Sam is John’s favourite (regardless of what Jeffrey Dean Morgan was thinking when he played the part), and John seems largely indifferent to whether Dean lives or dies. After all, he was nowhere to be seen in 1x12 Faith. That said, John and Sam do need Dean, as everything always falls apart when Dean is not around.

Dean taunts Azazel!John about having killed his kids, to which Azazel!John responds by ...well, it is quite hard to tell, as the camerawork does not reveal exactly what it is Azazel!John does to Dean. Dean bleeds quite profusely, but it is only after quite a while that I eventually managed to make out a cut on Dean’s chest. The amount of blood is much more than would be expected from a simple surface wound, so the cut must be quite deep. Still, the shots were bad in this section.

Paula R. Stiles commented on the vague similarities with Azazel’s torture of Dean here and sadomasochism. I honestly did not make any links between Dean bleeding to death and sexual gratification, but having it pointed out to me brought to mind the large number of posts I have seen of Dean (and Sam) covered in blood and cuts with notes or captions such as ‘Oh, he looks so cute, let me tuck him up in bed.’ This brings to mind a Jocasta complex rather than S&M, but maybe I am just weird in that men bleeding to death does not arouse me.

Something I am 100% certain of, however, is that sexual violation, rape, and sexualised violence are among the torture tactics used in Hell. This almost definitely happened to Dean, and some of the things Alistair says to Dean in 4x16 On the Head of a Pin heavily imply he raped Dean when Dean was in Hell. The same is true of some of Lucifer’s taunts of Sam. While I am glad none of this was shown, it is a shame that the effect and trauma of it is glossed over.

I am not too far away from 2x15 Tall Tales, where a young man is ‘ probed’ again and again and again. Read: he is raped. The audience is supposed to laugh at this.

But on the subject of sexualised violence, I and others have commented before on the fact that it is almost always Dean who is the victim of ‘sexualised’ violence on the show, as well as the fact that he is the butt of gay jokes. I am aware that Jensen is a very good-looking man, but why the hyperfocus on doing this to his character? Is it supposed to be a comment on ‘masculinity’, since casual viewers and plenty of writers see him as ‘a manly man’? Or is it just a case of sexualising Jensen for the reasons outlined in 1x04 Phantom Traveler, and thinking it is harmless because he is a man?

Returning to the scene and the discussion of bad shots, what was not bad was Jensen’s acting. I am aware I have already indulged myself this analysis, but Jensen’s acting, Dear Reader! Dear Reader, Jensen’s acting! He switches seamlessly from sneering in the face of death and taunting his would-be-killer to a scared, dying little boy struggling to stop himself screaming long enough to beg his father to save him. ‘Dad, don’t you let it kill me.’ He looks in stricken horror at the torrent of blood flowing out of the wound in his chest, knowing he is probably about to die in a lot of pain. And then the final bloody-mouthed ‘please’.

Why is this man on this shit-show of a show? Why could we not have had him on Buffy, where most of the writers do not suck? Or something with a big budget like Battlestar Galactica? If Dark Angel had not been cancelled in favour of Joss Whedon’s Firefly, the show could have been finishing its sixth series at the time this episode was broadcast, and then I would not have to miss Alec X5-494 so much.

Then again, somebody less talented might have been chosen to portray Dean...

John manages to momentarily wrest control of his body from Azazel in a scene reminiscent of Sam regaining control over his body in the graveyard in 5x22 Swan Song, both occasions after the entities in their bodies had been hurting Dean. The damage is done, and for all John knows Dean is dead. Sam points the colt at John as Azazel reasserts control, then shoots John in the thigh. With Azazel weakened, John is able to finally reassert control over his own body, but Azazel is still in there, and John orders Sam to kill him, bellowing for him to shoot him in the heart and end it. Sam, once again, hesitates and lets Azazel get away.

Some reading this might feel I am being unfair to Sam here. After all, Dean too hesitated to shoot minutes prior to this. However, Dean did not know for certain that John was possessed, whereas Sam did. Contrary to popular belief, I am also human and understand that shooting one’s father would be one of the hardest things to do, even if it would mean killing a demon. This does not mean Sam’s second failure to kill Azazel is not frustrating.

Dean is mercifully still alive (I would not have continued watching if he had died) and begs Sam not to kill John, and Sam of course does not. Azazel escapes, and the Winchesters climb into the car and drive to hospital (which according to Sam is ten minutes away). John seems none the worse for wear, and Sam positively chipper, but Dean is bleeding out and struggling to retain consciousness in the back seat.

What this scene reveals to the viewer is that Sam’s motivations and character have changed slightly. John chastises him for not shooting him, saying that killing the demon comes before everything (so John would let Dean die if it meant killing Azazel. Would he let Sam die, though?) and that he thought they were agreed on that. Sam, however, looks at Dean in the rear-view mirror, and disagrees with John. Revenge does not come before everything. At least in this scene, Sam values his family over revenge. If only the show had stuck with this version of Sam...

The scene ends with a lorry blind-siding them, and before the credits roll, the camera shows the wreckage made of the Impala in the collision, followed by panning up to reveal the lorry driver’s black eyes – he is possessed by a demon.

And so the first series ends. 1x22 Devil’s Trap is a lot better than some episodes I have reviewed so far, but there are a few scenes which slow it down a bit. Given the low budget of the show, what we got was the most that could have been expected. (The viewership was also: at its most popular, it only had around half the number of viewers for its live broadcast as Buffy did at its least popular. Supernatural was almost cancelled during its second series due to this.) However, the drama the episode offered was a satisfactory conclusion to the first series.

#edvard's supernatural guide #spn meta #spn #supernatural #spn 1x22 devil's trap #dean winchester #sam winchester #john f*cking winchester #jensen ackles #Yellow-Eyed Demon #s01e22 #dark angel #alec x5-494 #meg 1.0 #nicki aycox #rockstar!jensen

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ALBC Chap 6 - We Got Tonight Who Needs Tomorrow

Title: A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock & Roll Summary: Halfway through their summer tour, (Y/N) and Dean take their relationship to the next level with the help of a bottle of whiskey. Main Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader Other Characters: Sam Winchester, Cas Novak, Eileen Leahy Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Rating: M - Mature Warnings: Fluff/Implied Smut/Slight Angst Word Count: 2461 A/N: Tequila Dan & Shay / What She Wants Tonight Luke Bryan / Coming In Hot Diamante

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Dean could not imagine life being any more perfect than it was at this moment. (Y/N) was curled against him with her arm draped over his waist. The morning sun was shining in through the small bus window and the constant hum of the motor was lulling him back asleep until his phone began to buzz.

I know it's early but can I call you?

“Shit.” He whispered before typing a reply.

It’s okay, I’m awake. You can call me

He pushed himself to sit up as (Y/N) turned away from him. He ran his hand down her bare back as his phone began buzzing.

“Hey Ben, everything okay?”

There was silence on the other end for several seconds before he spoke, “Hey… dad? Do I call you dad?”

Dean’s heart began thumping rapidly hearing Ben call him that. It surprised him how much he liked hearing someone call him that.

“If you feel more comfortable calling me Dean then we’ll go with that. I’m glad your mom finally told you about me and that we can start getting to know each other.”

“For… For now, I think I’ll call you Dean. It feels weird to call you dad. Though as far as dads go, you’re pretty cool. My friends are going to crap their pants when I tell them who you’re touring with.” Ben chuckled.

(Y/N) stirred next to him as she stretched her arms above her head. The sheet drifted down her body distracting him for a moment.

“Dean?” Ben’s voice brought him back to the conversation at hand.

“Yeah buddy, what did you say?”

“It’s okay if I tell my friends, right? I mean… if you don’t want me…” His voice faded off.

Dean smiled, “Of course, you can tell your friends about me. If they don’t believe you then call me and I’ll set them straight.”

A soft giggle came from (Y/N) as she propped herself up on her elbow. She held the sheet up to her chest to make sure she was covered and not distracting him.

“Thanks Dean. I have to go now, but maybe we could talk again later in the week?”

He smiled, “Absolutely. Just texted me before you call. I’ll talk to you soon.”

Dean had barely set his phone down before (Y/N) was straddling his lap, “Kid is right, you are pretty cool for a dad and hot.”

Her lips came down to his letting the sheet fall from her grasp. The kiss led to a morning of love making and a nap before heading into rehearsals and soundchecks.

Tonight’s show was important for Sam as they debuted the song he had been working hard on since the beginning of the tour. They rehearsed it three times before Sam felt confident to move on with the rest of their soundcheck. As they were getting ready to start the second half of their set, Dean noticed (Y/N) and Eileen coming to the side stage to watch them.

“How we doing tonight?” Dean asked, swinging his guitar onto his back.

The crowd erupted into applause and cheers. Sweat rolled down the side of his face as the sun began to set. Dean stepped up onto the stage platform yelling out.

“I said, how we doing tonight!” The roar from the crowd shook the ground beneath them, “That’s more like it. This next song goes out to all the beautiful ladies in the crowd.”

Cowboy hats and beers were held up into the air as he continued, “That’s right, I see all you beautiful ladies who are confident and know what they want. On behalf of men everywhere, thank you for choosing some of us as what you want. This is ‘What She Wants Tonight’”

He jumped off the platform as Sam started playing the first notes of the song. Dean stepped up to his microphone looking over to (Y/N).

“She walks up, velvet rope unhooks She snaps her fingers and a drink comes She locks you down with just one look She's got this whole club undone

If she's on the rebound, you ain't gonna know it Coming off a heartbreak, she ain't gonna show it She's eyes caught, red dot, locked on me, yeah”

He looked out over the crowd thrusting his hand out towards as he sang the chorus.

“She wants my hands on her body She wants to burn like she's made of fire”

The pyro flared behind them as he continued to sing.

“Said, she ain't going home till we Drink every drop of Kentucky dry Don't even know what she'll do when she does it Palm of her hand, I'm hers in the blink of an eye She don't take no and I love She gets what she wants And I get to be what she wants tonight And I get to be what she wants tonight”

He grabbed the mic from the stand, walking over to the other side of the stage singing the next verse. As he walked back over to center stage, he noticed Eileen was by herself. When he began to sing the chorus, he felt a back press against his and smiled.

“She wants my hands on her body”

Dean ran his hand down the side of her body. Adrenaline pumping through his veins pushed the panic of being in public with (Y/N) back down into the pit of his stomach. In that moment, the words he sang were never more true. He was hers and he wanted no other way.

“She wants to burn like she's made of fire Said she ain't going home till we Drink every drop of Kentucky dry Don't even know what she'll do when she does it Palm of her hand, I'm hers in the blink of an eye”

(Y/N) stepped to his side playing it up for the cheering crowd. Her hands ran down his body as he tried to focus on playing his guitar.

“She don't take no and I love She gets what she wants And I get to be what she wants tonight And I get to be what she wants tonight”

The song broke into the bridge and Dean took his guitar off tossing it to one of the crew members. He stepped up onto the platform and pulled (Y/N) up with him.

“And I don't know how I got to be the only thing she needs right now”

He pulled her to him, crashing his lips to hers. In a single moment, the world around them stopped. He was telling the whole world that he was hers and vice versa. Pulling away from her, Dean saw the bewildered look in her eyes then a beautiful grin spreading across her face. Mirroring her smile, he began to sing the chorus one last time to her. When the song ended, Dean pulled his mic down as the stage went black and he leaned in saying three words that terrified him.

“I love you.”

He barely heard the gasp escaping her lips as the crowd went wild. The crew was pulling them down to set up for Sam’s song and Dean quickly kissed her on the cheek before running back to the piano waiting for him.

Instead of Cas’s drumset, there sat a beautiful piano. Cas was down on stage next to Sam with a box to drum on. Dean looked down to his little brother who was sitting on a stool with his acoustic guitar. He could see him nervously running his hand over his hair and fiddling with strings of his guitar. Movement from the other side of the stage caught his eye as Eileen stepped as close as she could without coming up on stage to watch Sam’s performance. When Sam saw her standing there, his whole body relaxed.

The spotlight came up on Sam, “We’re going to bring it down a little for this next song. I’ve been working on it for a while with the help of my friends and some encouragement from someone very special to me.”

He glanced off to the side where Eileen was and it seemed both Winchesters were making silent declarations to the ladies in their lives.

“For those who don’t know, before being in Wayward Sons I went to Stanford. I met the woman who I thought I would spend forever with. Life seemed to have different plans when she passed in a tragic accident. So many years later, I am breaching the surface of dealing with my grief and one way was by writing this song.” He began to strum the first few notes on his guitar, “This is Tequila.”

As Sam sang the first verse, (Y/N) snuck up onto the platform where his piano was and sat beside him. Her eyes focused on his fingers dancing along the ivory keys. A small smile spread wider on her face. Then her eyes locked on his eyes when he joined Sam singing the chorus.

“But when I taste tequila, baby I still see ya Cuttin' up the floor in a sorority t-shirt The same one you wore when we were Sky high in Colorado, your lips pressed against the bottle Swearin' on a Bible, baby, I'd never leave ya I remember how bad I need ya, when I taste tequila (when I, when I, when I) When I taste tequila (when I, when I, when I)”

Sam went into the second verse and (Y/N) leaned her back against his side. He could hear her singing along with his brother. Dean was surprised that she knew the lyrics.

“I can kiss somebody brand new and not even think about you I can show up to the same bar Hear the same songs in my car Baby, your memory it only hits me this hard”

Something about the way she looked off in the distance as she sang made his stomach churn. Trying to shake off the feeling, Dean focused on singing the chorus and playing out the rest of the song. He looked down at his brother, who had stood up for his stool that Eileen was now sitting on. The happiness on Sam’s face brought joyful tears to his eyes. As they sang the last few lines, Dean looked over to see (Y/N) was now gone and his heart fell a little.

The rest of their set went without a hitch. As soon as Dean was off stage he looked for (Y/N) unable to find her anywhere. He waited for her near the main stage and she finally appeared mere seconds before she had to go on. She stopped long enough to kiss his cheek and then ran out onto the dark stage. His heart sunk even further in his chest as she began to sing.

“Here I am with my drink in hand Gonna make a little noise It's 3 am Me and my friends are hangin' with the boys Strip away like a hurricane And turn me upside down”

She stepped up on a platform where there was a makeshift cage gripping the bars as she sang.

“Cuz I'm an animal in a cage Won't you come and let me out Feel my body Temperature's rising Whether you're ready or not”

Like the thousands of people watching her, Dean was mesmerized by her performance. (Y/N) was weaving her magic with each word she sang and every move of her body. They were all under her spell as she finished the chorus and went into the second verse.

“No alibi Now you decide Tell me what's it gonna be”

(Y/N) wiggled her finger for Kyren to come over to her. Her fingers threading through his hair bring his face as close to her body as possible without touching her. Dean’s fist clenched at his side seeing his nose graze against her thigh as she sang.

“Can't get enough So fire it up Let's get you down on me Feeling naughty My clothes are falling Whether you're ready or not”

A tap on his shoulder brought his angry gaze onto Eileen and Sam standing next to him. Eileen signed, ‘I’m sorry.’ She looked out towards the stage. Dean followed her line of sight to see (Y/N) stripped down to the equivalent of her bra and panties.  

“I'm coming in hot For the weekend Won't you turn me up Ready or not I'm coming in I'm coming in hot Off the deep end Electrify me up Give me that shock I'm coming in I'm coming in hot”

He had watched every show of Beauty from Pain and never once had she stripped down this much in front of the crowd. When he watched Kyren’s hand snake down her body before giving her ass a firm smack. Dean had enough walking off towards the green room.

“Are you okay?” His brother’s voice pierced through the rage burn throughout his body.

Dean stared at the wall in front of him for a moment before pulling his arm back and smashing his fist through it. The pain radiated up his arm into his shoulder and back. He could feel a couple of his knuckles crack and in an instance knew his hand was broken.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Sam flatly said.

“Fuck!” He yelled before turning around and showing Sam his bloody hand, “I think I need to see the doc.”

They walked back to the med tent and the tour medical staff quickly wrapped his hand up. None of them asked how or why his hand was a mess. The doctor only told him that it would be a couple of weeks for it to heal. Dean walked with Sam in silence back towards the meet and greet area. Before they entered Sam stopped him.

“I like (Y/N). I think she’s good for you and vice versa. But she’s not worth this.”

He looked up at his little brother giving him a small nod. Sam squeezed his shoulder before walking inside. Dean could hear (Y/N)’s voice from the stage luring him to come to her like a moth to the flame. Shaking his head, he followed Sam and finished his night out by focusing on the fans there to meet him.

He made sure that he was back on his bus before (Y/N)’s set had ended. Sam and Cas were also there, neither of them saying anything. For the first time in a long time, the three of them hung out as the bus sped down the highway to their next city. Any thoughts of (Y/N) he pushed out of his mind and tried to enjoy his time with his family.

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I truly believe that dean is a rockstar somewhere in the multiverse

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[bunk12bear]

Ever Fallen In Love (With Someone You Shouldn't've

Fandom(s): Supernatural and Stranger Things

Character(s): Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Eddie Munson

Pairing(s): None

Words: 3700

Description: 13-year-old Dean Winchester accidentally comes across the debut album of up-and-coming metal band Corroded Coffin while avoiding being caught shoplifting food for him and Sam. On a whim he steals the cassette and quickly becomes obsessed not understanding why he's so drawn the the band's handsome and charismatic frontman Eddie Munson

or teenage Dean Winchester develops a huge crush on Rockstar Eddie Monson despite not realizing that he's bi yet.

Trigger warnings: allusions to child abuse, brief instance of homophobia

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I posted about this crossover idea earlier and said I wouldn't write it. I have been proven to be a liar this isn't necessarily the final product because still looking for a beta reader but I'm posting it here in the meantime.

I'm aware that the song in the title is pop punk rather than metal but fun fact The Buzzcocks' Pete Shelly was openly bisexual and wrote this song after falling in love with his male roommate.

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1992 

Dean's stomach growled loudly, dad had been gone for 3 days and they were already out of food. He had managed to convince the lady behind the front desk to give them a couple of the single serving cereal bowls they had for sale but that's all she would give him without money.

Not for the first time he wished that dad would have them staying in hotels with continental breakfast. If he brought his backpack, he could probably sneak enough food to feed them for the rest of the day but every time he asked, he got the same response "Come on now Dean, that's expensive. What, do you think I'm made of money?"

Sammy signed from one of the dingy beds and put his book down on the scratched up little table between them, right next to the lamp with its cracked shade. Dean felt a twinge of guilt rising in his stomach. His little brother must have read it 100 times and it showed. The cover was practically falling off and it had faded the places where Sam's fingertips rested when he had it open. He should really think about getting Sam some new books. Maybe somebody would give him a few bucks for mowing their lawn or something.

"Dean?" Sammy asked, jolting him from his thoughts "When do you think Dad's going to get back? I'm hungry."

"I don't know Sammy," he replied, glancing at the door.

Sammy flopped onto the bed staring at the cracked ceiling tiles, "What if something happened to him this time? What if he dies and we have to go to foster care? Dad said they'd separate us in foster care." 

"You don't gotta worry about that, Dad's fine he's a good hunter he's not going to be taken down by a wendigo” Dean reassures him.

"Okay, it's just it was supposed to be a quick hunt, that's why he only left us with 2 days’ worth of food." 

"I know Sam, listen if he's not back in 2 hours I'm going to go find us some food. I wouldn't let you starve, okay?"

Sam sighed heavily, grabbing his book again "I know dean." he replied and began skimming the pages.

— — —

The two hours passed with little fanfare and dad still wasn't back.

Dean got up, carefully putting the hunting notes dad had left him neatly stacked on the desk.

"I'm going to get us food Sammy." He yelled over to his brother who was occupied with one of the few other worn books he was able to cart from place to place with them.

Dean put his shoes on and slung his backpack over his shoulder, grabbing a baseball cap last minute if he needed to hide his face from security cameras.

Stepping out into the baking heat of the Arizona summer, he scanned the perimeter to make sure no one was paying attention and set out searching. 

He slipped carefully into a convenience store walking casually to avoid notice, repeating a pattern of grabbing several snacks and walking around as if he was still browsing before slipping them into his backpack hoping to avoid detection. When his bag was sufficiently full, he returned a few snacks he'd grabbed as decoys to their spots as he headed out the door.

He headed back towards the hotel, peering in windows and checking out pretty girls, trying his best to look like just another teenage boy out on a walk over summer break. Suddenly he saw a set of blue and red flashing lights out of the corner of his eye.

His stomach dropped; dad would kill him if he got arrested for shoplifting. He grabbed the handle of the closet door and slipped inside.

It was a record shop, that much he knew. The tiny shop was packed with cassette plays and rows and rows of record bins. The air was tinged with a musty scent Dean couldn't quite identify, weed Maybe and the lights were set weirdly low.

Buying himself time, he stashed away his backpack under one of the tables and began to thumb through the records. There were genres and subgenres he never even heard of before. To be honest, he’d never really explored music beyond what dad liked. It's not like Dad would have bought him cassettes anyway.

He continued pretending to search for a record, occasionally pulling one out and pretending to study it, not really paying attention to what he was doing until he got to the metal section. He grabbed a random record intending to continue his usual routine when he flipped it over and stopped dead in his tracks.

It was a fairly standard band picture, Four men in their mid-twenties sitting on a couch holding their instruments or something related clad in leather and denim and metal. That was not what caught Dean's attention.

The frontman, Eddie Munson according to the record, sat leaned back against the couch, an electric guitar held carefully in his lap. His body language and facial expression displayed a casual confidence that Dean could only fake. 

Dean's heart rate picked up and his mouth went dry. He was unable to tear his eyes away from the image and he couldn't understand why.

Was he…jealous? The man was good looking, Dean supposed, with big brown doe eyes, full lips, clear pale skin and long dark curly rocker hair. He was the kind of guy that girls his age would swoon over, and he could see why, you know objectively speaking. 

He put the record back in a rush trying to ignore the heat in his cheeks and the odd fluttering in his stomach.

He resumed his earlier activity trying to cut through the fog that had formed in his brain. His thoughts continued to return to the album, to Eddie Munson specifically. An image floated into his consciousness, that black leather jacket hugging Munson's shoulders like it was made for him. "I should get a leather jacket,'' Dean thought, "Girls like leather jackets," The fluttering in his stomach continued

His heart continued to pound in his ears as he reached the end of the table and grabbed his backpack. He was still thinking about the record when the cassette version caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He grabbed the tape and flipped it over, sure enough it bears the same band photo as the album. Despite the smaller size of the image Dean's eyes again fixate on Eddie Munson.

He glanced around the store; most people were absorbed in their own browsing and the only employee was a board looking teenage girl who seems more invested in the clock than her job. 

He stuffed the tape into his bag. 

The police are gone when he gets outside so he begins to walk back towards the motel stomach still churning as if he's hiding some big life-altering secret and not a shoplifted cassette tape.

Sam was distracted when he came back to the motel, absorbed in an episode of Darkwing Duck. Before getting his brother's attention Dean grabed the tape out of his bag and quickly wrapped it in a pair of socks depositing it back into the drawer where he'd been keeping his clothes. 

He laid the food out on the table. It isn't much, mostly processed as the room didn't even have a mini fridge but it'll do. They can make this last a couple days and he's done his best to ensure that Sam will be eating something from all of the food groups.

His mind continued to cassette hidden in his socks all afternoon and evening ending with him staring up at the ceiling with an odd tension in his shoulders and jaw till he finally fell asleep.

— — —

Dad didn't arrive back at the hotel until late the next afternoon. Turns out he had thought there was a lead in the case of mom's death, and he had gotten caught up in it for several days. At least he apologized about it this time. 

John offered to help the boys pack to make up for leaving them alone for longer than expected and Dean's stomach plummeted. John could not discover the tape. As a rule, he didn't like any music madefrom bands founded after 1980 and would complain if Sam or Dean tried listening to more modern music on the radio. He also would not have liked the fact that Dean was shoplifting even though he had only started to do so in the first place to feed himself and Sam when he disappeared on them for days.

"You can help Sammy, I'll be okay doing it myself" Dean had said, doing his best to seem mature and put together.

With dad's focus now on Sam, Dean grabbed the pair of socks with the cassette in them and shoved them very firmly into a corner of his bag. He finished packing, grabbing his bag and making sure to smile and offer to help Dad with his. Dad smiles, pats him on the shoulder and compliments him about how helpful he is. As they drive away from the motel Dean realizes he has nothing to play the tape with without his father knowing.

— — —

Dean only brooches the topic when he knows his dad is in a good mood. It's several days later and they're headed off to Bobby's, apparently the lead from the Hunts turned out to be more promising than he had thought.

They were all sitting at a Wendy's Sam and Dean dipping their fries in the frosty that Dad had decided to buy for them something he usually didn't do claiming it “unnecessary"

"Um Dad" he said barely above a whisper.

"What is it Dean?" John replied.

"I Was thinking maybe we could get a used Walkman or somewhere books on tape would probably be good to keep Sammy's brain up to shape over the summer and you could still listen to your music in the car." 

Dean braces himself for the worst.

"You know that Idea ain't half bad" John responded "On the way to Bobby's we can and see if we can find some sort of consignment shop. I'll ask the cashier if there's anything close."

"Thank you so much." 

John didn't respond having returned back to reading through his hunting notes.

— — —

The Walkman is heavily scratched and at least 5 years out of date it'll play cassette tapes fine and that's all Dean cares about. The man at the secondhand store was kind enough to give a discount on a few books on tape when they explained why they're buying it.

Sammy stared out the window listening to an audio version of Hatchet by Gary Paulsen. Dad had smiled when Sam picked it " a good choice" he had said "it'll teach you to be tough"

Dean for his part plays The Alphabet game do you know what that is or am I going to have to explain that in the author's note and taps his fingers to the Zeppelin dad is playing.

A billboard flies by as he's searching for the letter P amongst the signs of the side of the road

Homosexuality is a SIN

Leviticus 18:22 

It shakes Dean to his core, and he can't figure out why.

— — —

It's well past dark when they get to Bobby's and Sam is already asleep. Dean slipped the headphones off his ears and gently stowed the Walkman away in his bag. 

Once he made sure Sam was comfortably sleeping in one of the upstairs bedrooms, he ducked into another one locking the door behind him. 

Several agonizing moments passed as Dean stands back against the door bag in hand. He slept slowly down to the floor and it's practically vibrating as he reached into his bag, grabbed the cassette tape and pulled the socks off of it. His hands are trembling too much to get through the cellophane around it, so he tears at it with his teeth then quickly flips the cassette into place.

He places the Walkman on the bed as he changes into his pajamas and slips under the covers. After a moment of hesitation, he slips the headphones on, and presses play.

The music was good, very good it was certainly not dad's thing, but Dean can here be some of the references from things that are. Munson had a good voice and was obviously a gifted guitar player. The lyrics were full of fantasy references Dean didn't quite understand and fantastical situations that lead him to wonder if perhaps Eddie also grew up as a hunter. The thought makes the fluttering in his stomach and the burning in his cheeks return. 

At one point the music slows, and Munson's voice goes all husky for what's obviously a love song. Dean rewinds to the beginning of the song three times, (to better understand the lyrics of course).

When the album ends, Dean is left lying in the bed staring up at the ceiling with the headphones still covering his ears. He should sleep. He's exhausted but some persistent nagging feeling is gripping the scruff of his neck, extending its tightening fingers to his jaw. Do you understand what I'm getting at? I'm speaking from my own experience with anxiety but I'm not sure if it came across right Sleep does eventually find him and, in the morning, he stuffs the tape back into his socks and deposits the bundle back in his back.

— — —

It's been 2 months and Dean still can't stop thinking about Eddie Munson. He's listened to the album several times again on late nights with Sam asleep and dad on a hunt and every time it makes him more and more curious about the band particularly its frontman. 

There was a record store near the middle school he has been attending and every day as he passed by it to go pick Sam up from the elementary school, he swore he'd go in one day.

The owner catches him loitering outside one day and asks him what he's doing. He's an older guy who looks a bit like Harrison Ford if he were into metal. Dean can feel his cheeks going pink Under the man's gaze. He panics and nearly runs away but instead takes a deep breath and asks about the band.

The Man's eyes light up "Corroded Coffin? They're pretty good, aren't they? They're not Judas Priest or anything but I'm looking forward to seeing what their future holds. " He says, clasping a friendly hand on Dean's shoulder. The contact makes Dean's heartbeat rapidly in his chest.

"Um uh Yeah" he manages his to stammer out "I've always only ever really listen to my dad's music so I picked it so I could see what other kinds of music I might like" a snarky voice in the back of his head that tells him that that is decidedly not reason he took the tape but then again the shop owner didn't need to know that.

"I'm always happy to support people expanding their tastes. You know I have some music magazines that I'm done with. I was just going to throw them out, but you can have them if you want. One of them has an interview with the front man of Corroded coffin, Eddie something or other I forget his name".

Dean's heart leapt in his chest, "Munson," he corrected, quickly cheeks burning and eyes flitting to the side “His name's Eddie Munson." The man shot him a knowing look.

"So do you want the magazines?" he asked

Dean squared his shoulders giving a curt nod "Yes sir!" 

The shop owner raised an eyebrow but told Dean to wait there while he went to get the magazines and slipped back into the store.

He emerged a few minutes later with a small stack of magazines in hand "Here you go kid, enjoy" he says in places the stack in Dean's hands.

 "Thank you, sir," Dean respondef. " I should get going now though. I need to pick my brother up from the elementary school" 

"Goodbye kid good luck in your musical journey" the older man responds waving to Dean as he turns to leave and walks away.

— — —

Luckily for Dean, dad was away on a hunting trip that night giving him time to read the article one Sam has gone to bed. 

The article hails Munson as "September 1992's newcomer of the month" and features a full-page collage of different photos of him. If Dean spends 10 minutes just staring at the photos, then well nobody must know that. He folds the magazine hiding the pictures from sight and begins to read.

 Interview with September 1992 Newcomer of the Month-Eddie Munson

By Vanessa Guerrero

Eddie Munson (26) the lead guitarist / vocalist and Main composer lyricist of the up-and-coming band Corroded Coffin sits down in my office grinning at me with the boyish, slightly nerdy charm he's become known for.

Me: So, Mr. Muson, you've already gotten some pretty good buzz on your debut album. How does that feel?

Munson:  Absolutely fantastic, 6 years ago I was barely crawling my way to passing my third go around of my senior year of high school and now I have a charting album and I'm being interviewed for a magazine, kind of crazy you know.

Me: I can imagine. I understand that you write most of the music. Can you talk about some of your influences?

Munson: Oh yeah, I was inspired a lot by the classics you know, Metallica and Black Sabbath in particular, Ozzy Osbourne is like my all-time musical hero. There's also a good deal of non-metal influence like Guthrie and Phil Ochs. 

Me: Guthrie, as in Woody Guthrie?

Munson: Yeah, my uncle was a proud union man. He introduced me to a bunch of that kind of music when I was a kid. Painted my first acoustic to reference him. This machine slays dragons, a riff on his famous guitar you know

Me: Why dragons? 

Munson: It's a reference to Dungeons & Dragons, it's probably the biggest non-musical non-political influence on my songs. 

Me: I'm assuming you play it then.

Munson: Not only do I play but I also DM he presses his hand against his chest dramatically.  You are looking at the founder of Hawkins High School's very own Dungeons & Dragons Club. 

Me: You founded a Dungeons & Dragons Club in your high school? 

Munson:  Oh yeah, the rest of the band was in it actually. It was never very big, but I met some really great people through it including a couple of younger kids I still keep in contact with. They became like the little siblings I never had.

Me: That sounds lovely.

Munson: It was. Not everyone saw us that way though. Probably didn't help that we called ourselves "the hellfire club". You can imagine how well that went down in a small town in Indiana.

Me: I'm sorry to hear that Mr. Munson.

Munson: Thank you but call me Eddie, Mr. Munson's my uncle.   

Me:  The same uncle who introduced you to Guthrie? Munson nodsYou really seem to look up to him.

Munson: Yeah, I do, I owe him a lot. My old man wasn't a great guy. He never really wanted a kid. You know he pauses biting at his bottom lip for a second instead of teaching me to ride a bike or fish like a normal dad he taught to pick locks and hotwire cars. He had a real mean streak when he was drunk, cut off all my hair in a rage when I was in the 8th grade. That's when my Uncle Wayne took me in. Dad got busted for grand theft auto soon after that and I haven't seen him since.

Me: Wow I'm so sorry to hear that.

Munson: Yeah it sucks but Uncle Wayne's the best. I offered to buy him a big house with the earnings from this album but he refused. It's just not his style. I fixed him up with a nice double wide trailer instead.

Me: That's incredibly sweet of you. I bet he's really proud. Munson blushes and hides behind his long dark hair

Munson: I sure hope so, I owe him everything.

Me: Unfortunately, it looks like we've run out of time. It was lovely talking to you.

Munson: Oh, the pleasure is all mine. I must say you did a wonderful job. I hope we can get together to do this again sometime. He leans in, lowering his voice slightly.  If anyone on your team would like to learn more about Dungeons & Dragons, I'd love to help. The more the merrier I always say he flashes a  grin and winks.

Corroded coffin's debut album Girl With a Buzzcut premiered last May to rave reviews. It stayed in the Rock and Alternative charts for 6 weeks peaking at number 3. The band consists of Eddie Munson on lead guitar and vocals, Gareth Hughes on drums, Jeff Hall on Rhythm guitar and Rick Moore on bass.

By the time Dean reached the end of the article he felt a bit like a girl with a crush. Munson is funny, relatable, and charming. He’s everything Dean wants to be when he grows up. He's not sure why Eddie talking about struggling in school and having a beloved uncle  made him so giddy. He supposed it was just nice to have something in common with a rockstar. Dean does feel a pang of guilt for relating to the bit about his father, dad's just trying his best and Dean really should be more grateful.

He puts the magazines back in his bag then curls up in the covers and falls asleep.

Author's note: the guitar that says this machine slays dragons is actually from a behind the scenes look at Eddie's room. For those who don't know it is in fact a reference to folk music hero Woody Guthrie who had a guitar with the phrase "this machine kills fascists" painted on it.

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Spotless: Intro

Chapter One

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader

Word Count: 1375

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, assumed unrequited feelings, mild drug use, unbeta'd

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You woke up overthinking. Like continuing a conversation with yourself from your dreams, the thoughts steamrolled you into consciousness. The band was in the studio for at least another week and you had to make sure the anticipation continued to build. You had a call scheduled at nine with the record label, Bobby and some other folks who you knew by name but not by face or voice.

It was going to be a long day.

It had already been a long year and the comeback after the last tour’s fallout had felt like your sole duty. They were still solid, still ready to rock-n-roll, you just had to make sure the press and the fans knew it. You grabbed your phone off your bedside table and got to work without actually getting vertical. You checked your email, the usual rotation of social media and then finally your text messages.

Sam had sent you a link to the podcast he had been talking about the last time you’d been over to his and Dean’s place for movies, which was probably two weeks too late to still be relevant, but you added it to your library anyway. Charlie had gone on a rant about a failed side quest on her latest D&D campaign and then started planning a fantasy getaway for after the tour that wasn’t even completely scheduled yet. You didn’t reply, because you needed more caffeine in your system to keep up with her.

Then there were some random complaints about Ash and Kevin from Dean. Amongst all that there was his usual checking in and an obnoxious picture showcasing the absurd size of Ash’s bong. You groaned because Dean’s eyes in the picture were glassy and amused, but also so, so distracting. His little stoned smile always did things to you.

At least he was having fun while he was laying down tracks.

You looked your fill and then went on to the next notification on your phone. Dean and his band, Phantom Traveler, might be your employers, but they were still your friends and fawning all over the man that a good chunk of the Western world did wasn’t going to get you anywhere.

Not in this lifetime.

Your alarm buzzed, breaking the quiet of your bedroom and the illusion of a lack of responsibility. You groaned and threw off your covers. Now or never, you told yourself, and got up to start your day.

“And with the losses from last time, we need something more than just your word that we are going to make up the difference,” Crowley tacked on at the end of his spiel.

Bobby, who apparently was stuck on the 405, looked like he was going to cuss him out at any moment and you couldn’t blame him. The Zoom call had gone about as well as you had anticipated and it wasn’t over. You had enough experience to keep your face neutral, however Bobby had neither the fucks to give or the interest in maintaining civility.

“How about three platinum albums over the past twelve years?!”

Every corporate stooge winced at Bobby’s indignation, except Crowley who seemed to be delighted about it somehow. 

“We understand that Mr. Singer—- we just want our ducks in a row. Now if we can get Dean on board with some more one-on-one interviews and positive exposure. We think we can hit our pre-sale targets to ensure a longer touring schedule,” Zachariah Adler smarmed on.

“And what would that prove?” Bobby asked, protective of his boys as always.

“That you have your dog on a leash,” Crowley butt in.

“More like workhorse the way you folks are talking about him,” Bobby muttered, though you still heard him over the sound of traffic.

You had to say something. “If— we get Dean to agree, and you get your extended tour. We want more flexibility on the next album. It’s the final one in the contract and if you want Phantom Traveler to remain the face of Crossroads it would be mutually beneficial to give them some room to work.”

“That’s not really your stipulation to make Ms. Y/L/N,” Dick Roman pointed out.

Your face burned with the reprimand, but you held your chin high.

“Like hell it ain't. Anything Y/N says, I say too,” Bobby barked.

Crowley looked bored at that point. And you really didn’t want to butt in or add to your embarrassment. But no one was saying anything.

“Does that work for everyone then?” You looked at these corporate stooges in the digital eye and fought for the band, for Dean. Despite having very little in the idea of the how of it all.

Zachariah spoke first, because of course he did. “If Mr. Winchester were to agree and we see an improvement in image by the end of the year— I think that could definitely be arranged.”

Bobby huffed, but remained silent. 

You watched Crowley’s eyes dance between the other record company execs and the intensity of his mischievousness grew. “I’d love to see how you handle that— get back to me when you have something solid and we’ll be in touch.”

“That works for us,” you replied firmly, not giving into his apparent doubts on your abilities. You were a nepo-hire, everyone there knew it. But it didn’t mean you weren’t very good at your job.

“Alright— I’ve got a recording session to get to. If that’s everything—” Bobby trailed off and watched as the trio from the label became even more affronted.

“I’d like a solid date for follow up,” Dick tossed out, in a clear final challenge, but everyone knew the meeting was over.

“Recording is underway, but I’d say we’d be able to touch base by the middle of December,” you added, pretending to check the calendar.

“Stellar, you see to that,” Dick replied.

“Thank you, thank you all,” you added.

“Good talk.” Dick closed his window. You waited in the open meeting as Crowley and Zachariah said their goodbyes, watching Bobby as he looked at the ceiling of his car and ended the call for good.

“Alright then,” you muttered as you closed Zoom and tried to come to grips with what you had just promised. What you had asked for, completely unprompted.

You looked at your laptop and decided you needed to step away and clear your head. You grabbed your phone off your desk and your earbuds, heading to the corner of your office and your stationary bike. Because if anything screamed escaping to a mountain trail ride, it was this moment and the month ahead of you.

You set your usual course and tapped onto one of your workout playlists, letting the music wash over you as you pedaled toward the warm up hills. Dean wasn’t going to go along with this easily, everyone knew that. But he had come so far over the last year and you hoped that included an openness to what was best for the band, even if it meant swallowing some of his pride.

Despite what he said on the call, you knew you had to get Bobby on board. You just had to have something to sell him, a hook. Something he wouldn’t think of as a threat to Dean or the band as a whole. Something he wouldn’t want to poke too hard, just because he could.

Bobby was a naturally curious old codger, but one thing that was always guaranteed to make him wash his hands of a situation was anybody’s love life. He had no fucks to give about who was fucking who. Not all of Lee and Pam’s ongoing drama, not Sam’s summer-long tryst with the little brunette from the Yellow Eyes label, not even when Cas hooked up with the reporter for Rolling Stone mid-interview. 

Okay. That you could work with.

Somebody who could increase public opinion and be down to be Dean’s arm candy. And suddenly an evil idea crossed your mind, something so wrong and so right that you lost your footing and the bike safety locked on you as you said a very dejected ‘fuck’ out loud to your empty apartment.

You had your answer, now you just had to make it happen.

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Chapter Two: Measure

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[allthingswayward]

Deanmon let go of all his responsibilities. If he lasted any longer, would he have become a rockstar like he wanted to? Just another hypothetical for ya.

Have any of your own ideas like this? Commissions are open!

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Just my tag dump don't bother

This is my design | Will Graham All good things for those who wait | Hannibal No voice to cry suffer | Aphelios I'm on the case | Caitlyn For Demacia | Jarvan IV This'll be fun! Right? | Zoe Saving people; hunting things; the family business | Dean Winchester The devil is in details | Sam Winchester Life is ephemeral in death there is reckoning | Hades No matter what you keep finding something to fight for | Joel Dream of the Endless | Morpheus Not even your dreams can save you | King of nightmares The most beautiful and powerful of them all | Lucifer So uncivilized | General Kenobi Welcome to the jungle! | Eddie Your favorite rockstar is here | Eddie Munson You can run on for a long time | Henry Creel I see the devil in me | Vecna There is no hope in endless winter | Peter Ballard All I got left is my bones | Leonard McCoy Make me your villain | Darkling

#This is my design | Will Graham #All good things for those who wait | Hannibal #No voice to cry suffer | Aphelios #I'm on the case | Caitlyn #For Demacia | Jarvan IV #This'll be fun! Right? | Zoe #Saving people hunting things the family business | Dean Winchester #The devil is in details | Sam Winchester #Life is ephemeral in death there is reckoning | Hades #No matter what you keep finding something to fight for | Joel #Dream of the Endless | Morpheus #The most beautiful and powerful of them all | Lucifer #So uncivilized | General Kenobi #Welcome to the jungle! | Eddie #Your favorite rockstar is here | Eddie Munson #You have nowhere to run | 001 #It's time for your suffering to end | Vecna #Peace doesn't seem to be my destiny | Peter Ballard #All I got left is my bones | Leonard McCoy #Make me your villain | Darkling

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One my absolute favorite pieces of art

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[wisefoxluminary]

Watching season 12 for the first time and they dropped the ball by not having Sam and Dean go up on stage and sing at that Vince Vincente concert. It would have been the perfect distraction method to keep the crowd entertained while Castiel and Crowley were beating the shit out of Lucifer. Dean has the pipes and it was established that Sam was a massive Vincente fanboy. It's probably just me going crazy because Dean in a leather jacket has awakened something in me, but we were robbed!

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