I know some people think Dean is a "ruthless Casanova" like you mentioned, a jerk of a womanizer but he's far from that ! Yeah, the guy loves sex. And women. Yes, he can't keep it in his pants and won't turn down an opportunity to get laid. But when it comes to it, we've literally seen how it is. And it's sweet, and gentle, and delicate, and loving, and considerate, and fun. I mean, he was into "sexy rules" ! I know that he probably got a girl in every town and even if sometimes he lied about who he was or what he did for a living, he never lied about it being just a one night stand. And we just have to actually look at his face after an unexpected kiss. Or when a girl hits on him and is clear about wanting him. I mean, Andrea ? Anna ? Ellie ? He's just all shy and flustered and surprised, so how can this be the expression of an asshole playboy ? My man is a lover and just loves having a good time with anyone willing to share a night with him. And the women he shared more than one night with ? The ones he had actual feelings for ? He was one loving, adorable, protective man. I know this man isn't real but, ugh, he confirmed the kind of guy I like and probably put way too high expectations for my future love life 😭😅
Sorry to have bothered you with this monologue, feel free to ignore this ask ! 😘
Are you kidding?! Never apologize for talking to me about anything, but least of all Dean Winchester. I could write an entire thesis on him, and I still wouldn't want to stop talking about him! 😍 Plus any chance to chat with you is more than welcome! ❤️
I agree wholeheartedly with everything you've said here. I'll never understand people who equate his love of sex and pleasure with being a womanizer, or playboy. Or even worse - act as though it makes him a misogynist! 😠🙄
We literally only ever see women quite happy to be with him (and why wouldn't you be?) women he never pressures or creepily pursues. In fact, as you mentioned, most of the time, it's women coming on to him. (Again, not at all surprising.) And usually, when they do, he's all flustered, and surprised.
And though many people use the interaction that you mentioned, in 10x07 between him and Shaylene, where he's talking about "sexy rules" as "proof" that he's obviously a sub, I've always seen it as his happiness and willingness to talk about boundaries, and what she's willing and not willing to try. I think that's the OPPOSITE of misogyny. In spite of his eagerness (*ahem* horniness 😜) he's still more than willing to talk things out, so they both feel safe and comfortable and can have a good time. (Not that I'm trying to naysay people who want to fantasize a subby dean, of course - fantasize away. 😁)
Anyway, you're right in that Dean Winchester (and Jensen for that matter!) has set my standards for what a man should be, WAY too high. Lol! But I just love him with my whole heart, and would happily use up a thousand wishes if he could be real. 😍🫠
Thanks for the Dean chat, my dear! ❤️❤️
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Fever
Dean Winchester x female reader
Warnings: DIRTY SMUT!!!!! dirty talk, oral (Fem r) Supernatural things, sex pollen, swearing
I got carried away
Summary: After getting hit with some kind of powder from the witch hunt, you and Dean have to deal with the affects.
The hunt was brutal. It was supposed to be one witch who were making people somehow die from unnatural reasons. It was a lot more complex and more difficult to track her down.
By the time that we found something, she pressed a button on the wall before disappearing. The only thing left was a deep red smoke that filled every sense you and Dean owned. You both coughed, wheezing from the inhalition of the foriegn to your lungs.
"You alright?" Dean asked, looking for you in the smoke.
Everything was red and you could barely see.
"I'm fine."
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The drive was uncomfortable. It was too hot, too cold. It was like your body couldn't decide which it was. Dean was the same way. He was panting and sweating. The tension between the two of you were so thick.
"Dean, it's too hot."
"I know but we are almost to the hotel."
You felt a rush of arousal flood your panties at his voice. For some reason, his voice was deeper. More raspy, less controlled.
See, the thing with you and Dean was simple. You both found each other extremely attractive but neither of you wanted to admit it. But whatever the smoke was, was clouding up your mind with lust.
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Throwing yourself in the shower, you quickly take a very long time. You needed to calm down. You were so turned on that you could barely touch your body without moaning at the sensitivity. You were still burning with desire when you got out of the shower, only to see that you forgot your clothes in the room.
You wrapped the small towel around yourself before moving to the door. When you cracked it open, Dean could be seen cleaning his guns. You watched from the steamy room and you admired his beauty. His arms flexed as he looked down at the gun currently in his hands. Oh god those hands. You wondered what they would feel like touching your--
"Hey, you good?" Dean called out.
You looked at him, gripping onto the towel as he moves to place the gun down. You let out a whimper when his fingers rubbed the barrel.
"Do you need something?"
"Yeah, I forgot my clothes. Can you bring them here?" You asked shyly.
He grabbed your clothes from the bed. When he brushed your fingertips as he handed them to you, he looked like he was in pain. His pupils dilated and looked like he wanted to devour you right there.
"Here you go, sweetheart."
"Dean, there is something wrong. I don't know why but I need to fuck someone," You said without any second thought. You blinked in surprise, so did Dean.
"Son of a bitch, Bobby had ran into something like this years ago. He called it "Sex Pollen" and the only cure is to fuck it out of your system."
"What happens if you don't?"
"Then you die from pain and fever."
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And that is how you found yourself dropping the towel, slammed against the wall beside the bathroom. Dean's hands were gripping at your body as if it was his life line. He nipped at your throat as you grabbed at his hair. He groaned against you before pulling your leg over his hip, allowing himself closer to your warmth. You threw your head back against the wall as he mouthed at your chest.
Everything was too much and not enough at the same time. You needed him so badly. Your core was getting more soaked with every brush of his tongue against your collarbones.
"Dean," You moan out as he bites your breast.
"Fuck, I love you saying that."
He picked you up before moving you to a table. After throwing everything to the floor, he slams you down, and gets on his knees. Your breathing was getting caught in your throat as you watched him spread your thighs, before licking a bold strip up your pussy. Your hand shoots to his hair. You were a panting, moaning mess as he ate you like a starved man. He slipped his tongue inside of you before replacing it with his thick digts.
"Shit, sweetheart, you are soaked. Did I do this to you?"
"Yes, Dean. Only you."
"Fuck, you're squeezing me and I only got one in."
"Dean!"
"I know, sweetheart, I know."
He pumps his finger more before he adds another. The stretch felt heavenly as you fell back on the table. He had to place his hand over your hips to keep you from moving. He drank up everything that your sweet cunt had to offer. He wanted it to never stop leaking and now that he had a taste, he never wanted to let go of his forbidden sweet.
White hot pleasure blinded you as you orgasmed. All of your muscles tensed as you felt like you were floating. You had became boneless as Dean stood over you, pulling his pants down as he kisses your neck. He pulled himself out of his confindments and he was BIG. You gulped at the thought of his dick being in your throat but it was quickly forgotten when he pressed the tip to your warmth.
He looks at you, even though he was in pain, he still wanted permission. You nodded but he shook his head.
"Words, darling."
"Dean please fuck me plea-" you were cut off as he thrusted in deep.
You felt him in your throat, you were so full. You felt like you had died for a second before you felt the ridges of his cock move against your tight walls.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Dean hissed as he pushed in.
"Baby, I have to go faster." He said as he pulled you closer to the edge of the table before he rammed into you.
Everything felt so good. You felt another climax coming but you didn't want this to end. Dean could tell you were getting close so he picked you up off the table, not stopping his thusts, and layed you on the bed. He moved against you as the two of you touched each other's body for the first time. His hand moved to your clit and started rubbing little circles on it.
"Oh fuck, Dean.''
"Say it again," He pants against you.
You chant his name as though it is the only word you knew. As of right now, it was the only one you could think of. Your orgasm crashes on you but when you thought it was over, you were drowning in pleasure again. Dean continued to move against you, kissing your lips and neck. He wanted to remember everything that he could about your body. As if this was the last time he would be able to do so.
Dean was thrusting to his end point but before he could pull out, you pressed on the bottom of his back with your heels so he was locked with you.
"Wha-What are you doing? I gotta pull out."
"Please cum in me, Dean." You begged. He looked at you with a moan and spilled inside of you.
The two of you laid there, kissing and touching each other. Your hands roamed his back while his cock and body was ready to move again. He pulled out slowly but not without a hiss. You went to get up but he told you to stay put so he can get a bath running. He went to the bathroom to do so and came back to pick you up. The side effects from the sex pollen had gone away completely and the soreness started to set in. But you loved it.
"Come on, sweetheart." He helped you into the tub and climbed in behind you.
The two of you just laid against each other in the warm water, in complete silence. Your friendship was over now and you didn't have a clue as to what to do. Dean was the first to break the silence.
"I love you, darling."
You blinked. Did you hear him right?
"What?"
"I said I love you. I have loved you for a long time now," He confessed. His arms wrapped around you.
"I love you too, Dean." You smile against his shoulder.
"Good cause I was terrified to say that," He laughed, slightly shaking the water.
"So was I but I am happy I did."
He pulled you closer to give you a kiss before letting the two of you relax in the bubbles and warm water.
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I think that the Supernatural fandom doesn't give Dean Winchester enough credit or hold John Winchester accountable nearly enough. I would argue that John's abuse (mental, emotional and physical) and its constant effect in both boys lives is constantly downplayed by a majority of the fanbase.
The parentification of an elder sibling has been proven to cause lasting issues and we see this throughout the show; when Dean is overly protective of Sam, treats Sam's life as more valuable than his own, can't picture a life where he's not needed, and his dismissal of Sam as a valuable contributor in an equal partnership. Dean is often criticized both in canon and by fans for being overbearing and codependent on Sam. This is a direct result of John Winchester's inability to parent.
Dean's emotional repression is shown to be caused by his father's militant behaviors and approach to parenting. Dean doesn't see his feelings as valid or important and thus turns to repression or unhealthy coping mechanisms as illustrated throughout the show. His alcoholism, violent outbursts, and unhealthy relationship with sex are all coping mechanisms he uses not to feel.
Through flashbacks (and some dialog) the viewer is show that Sam is more resentful towards John than Dean, and that he even holds resentment towards Dean for being the "perfect little soldier".
That's part of the reason Castiel is such a great foil for Dean, both are loyal to absent fathers' but while Dean was born with free will he follows his father's orders unwaveringly until sometime after his death, Cass a being created without free will breaks free of the command of his father and from his father's mission, becoming for all intents and purposes a Prodigal son like Sam.
Dean's adherence to his father's word is, much like Sam's rebellion a response to continued and repeated abuse, neither brother is perfect. And their father was the furthest thing from it.
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