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youchangedmedestiel · 5 months

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Here's a little awful thought

Dean prefers not having Cas at all than having him and then losing him.

That's why Dean never told Cas about his feelings for him. And he was right because as soon Cas did, Dean lost him.

(Might put that first sentence in one of my fics one day).

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simplenefelibata · 2 months

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as much as i love sam knowing about destiel before dean does, there's something about "i mean yeah my brother and his angel best friend are really weird about each other, live together, co-parent a kid, nearly kill themselves every time the other is gone, stand too close and stare at the other's mouth while they talk, but i mean to each their own i guess??" that's so special to me

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stonelions · 1 year

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what if cas had been human longer and actually stayed in the bunker, though. things like this could've happened:

"he's a weird, dorky, little guy" how little dean. tell us. (aka dean needs that extra inch of height or his worldview shatters like a stepped-on corn chip)

#he is the same height as you dean i'm so sorry #(close enough)#anyway this is stupid and took too long <3 #g'night <3 #destiel #spn #comics #dean winchester #castiel

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youchoseeachother · 7 months

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12x11

#why's this so cute.......#they're having a little waffle date and dean is giving sam his waffles because he has to make sure sam eats!!!#(he's got a man who needs waffles! 😤🥰)#sam winchester #dean winchester #spn 12x11 #wincest #samdean #married #.anna #(hii everyoneee - i'm still here even tho i'm always really busy irl!)#(some of you have tagged me in things these past few weeks and i'm so sorry for not replying 😭 but i really appreciated it!!! <3<3)#(i also got a new computer monitor which is why these gifs could be too bright? too red? yellow? i have absolutely no idea :| )

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kerryweaverlesbian · 1 month

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Dean Winchester of Supernatural fame is NOT reading parenting books he is putting on Cheaper By The Dozen, Daddy Daycare and Honey I Shrunk The Kids taking notes.

#i woulda said full house but dean's more a movie guy than a tv guy #it doesn't help. btw. lol.#if dean read a gentle parenting guide he would scoff and roll his eyes and throw it across the room #and eventually start silently weeping if he was convinced to keep going bc HE was a kid and HE didn't get treated with respect or gentlenes #dean in an argument with those mommy bloggers he follows saying something like 'please. i was left in a motel room with my brother #from like age 7 upwards I think little Timmy will be okay in the car by himself for 3 minutes 🙄“#and someone hits him with 'I'm so sorry that happened to you' and he tries to brush it off all day and complain about it to Sam #and Sam's like. yeah it was kinda fucked up though. and Dean's like WELL I KNOW THAT BUT HE WAS DOING HIS BEST #(not fully believing it bc he certainly can't picture leaving a 7 year old alone in the world they live in no matter what)#(and Dean's never fully actually agreed with their dad but he feels attacked by Sam's agreeing)#(but old habits run deep)#cawis creates

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touchstiel · 8 months

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a painting? no. a widower.

#the artistry of this entire scene #sorry it's taking so long. i'm sure you understand.#dean winchester #destiel #spn #supernatural #widower arc #13.1 #*mine #stills #its okay you can reblog this.............

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hauntedpearl · 1 year

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it's 0:03 on the 24th of january, 2003 and dean is 24 years old. he's lonely and scared and his dad hasn't seen him in person in over nine months. he doesn't really know what to do. he wanders the continent waiting for his father to text him the details of a hunt (john doesn't even bother calling anymore) and when he does, dean goes. he finds something to put his fist through. finds somewhere to kill his liver. finds someone to keep him warm at night. it's all very tideous and empty and he doesn't know how long he's supposed to sustain himself like this.

dean's 24, and his dad doesn't call on his birthday. his brother doesn't either. there was a time when sam would pretend to be asleep, but he'd really be hiding under the covers with candy he bought with change he'd pilfered (badly) from dean's pockets, waiting for the clock to strike midnight so he could "surprise" dean. but that was when dean was 8, 10, 12. dean's 24 now, and his brother doesn't give a shit.

the world feels like it's moving fast when you're 24. you think you've seen all you can already, think you've met everyone you're ever going to meet. wherever you are, whatever you're doing, it feels like that's all there is. forever.

dean's 24, and he's shit faced in a podunk town somewhere in middle america with six bucks to his name and a colt under his jacket.

it's a bleak fucking forever, and he isn't sure what he's supposed to do about it. there's that feeling in his chest like some sonofabitch has its claws stuck in there. he can't breathe. he can't think. he's scared, kind of, but he doesn't even know what he's scared of.

it's a shitty fucking feeling.

dean's 24, and he really, really just wants his mom. his family. he wants a degree, and he wants to see the proud smile on mary's face — lined, it would be lined, because dean's 24 now — when she hangs it up in the foyer. he wants —

well. whatever. it doesn't matter. dean's 24. and alone. and he thinks that's all he's ever going to be.

but dean's only 24, and there's a lot he doesn't know.

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it's 00:03 on the 24th of january, 2023 and dean winchester is 44 years old.

he's putting on a show of being annoyed at being woken up at midnight, grumbling and grouching, but really, he's preening under all the attention.

his house — and he has a house — is a mess. he's been corralled onto the couch by jody's girls who crowd around him as he waits for the birthday cake — or pie, he isn't sure yet — to arrive. they joke over his head like he there isn't six feet and change of person between them, and it makes him want to smile.

dean's 44, and his life is slow, and quiet. there's a ring on his left hand and no gun under his pillow. the only time he wields a knife these days is when he's cooking for his family. his hair is more salt than it is pepper, and his knees hurt when he bends them. he's got glasses and hearing aids and he's traded in his heeled boots for orthopedic shoes.

all this is not forever, not really, but he likes whatever it is. there's this feeling in his chest, like maybe an angel's pressed a palm to it and is blessing him. like sunshine. or a good meal. or the sound of his family being dorky in the room over. he's happy, is the thing. he's so damn happy.

dean's 44. he's got an angel for a husband and a band of almost-kids he loves so much he doesn't know what to do with it. his mother's here, too. his mother's here. her face is lined— just like his, because dean's 44 now — and when she smiles, it feels like the world is sighing. like it'll be okay.

it's a good feeling.

it's the 24th of january, 2023, and it is a birthday pie. there's a candle that he blows, and the noise following that is loud enough that he almost worries about the neighbours.

"happy birthday, dean!" they all say — mother, brother, son, husband, and the girls. his family.

cas— his cas, who's here, he's here—holds dean's face in his hands, kisses his forehead.

"i love you," he says. "you, too. always," dean replies.

dean's 44, and his life is good. it's more than good. there's so much he doesn't know, but he's not too worried about all that, because he's not alone.

life happens. they'll deal.

#doe's writing #HERE HAVE A SMALL SOFT LIL FICLET I WROTE JUST NOW #I'm sorry i didn't plan a proper fic but you know #dean is HAPPY!!!!#THAT'S SLL YOU NEED TO KNOW!!!#dean is so happy!!! <33333 #spn ficlet #dean's 44th birthday!#deansbirthdaybash

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ritahayworrth · 1 year

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LOIS SMITH and JAMES DEAN in a wardrobe test for East of Eden (1955) dir. Elia Kazan

#oldhollywoodedit #classicfilmedit #filmedit #movieedit #James Dean #Lois Smith #East of Eden #1950s #1955 #idk how to tag this #mygifs*#requested*#anon i'm sorry it took me so long to get this up 😭#like you literally requested this in december and it's february!!#also i'm not sure how exactly you wanted me to gif the test so i just did a part i thought was cute #so if there's any other part of the test you want me to see let me know #and if the anon who requested sunset boulevard gifs ever reads this i'll try to get to it hopefully this weekend or sometime next week!!!!!

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paellegere · 4 months

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i can't stop thinking about the first episode of season 6, when sam tries to convince dean to come with him, to come back to hunting. he says "it's just better with you around, that's all." it's an interesting line because sam is soulless, obviously. and even though he doesn't understand the details yet, he knows something's wrong with him.

"it's better with you around" he says, citing dean's compassion and care for others as the reason why. and how interesting is that? sam's working with plenty of other hunters who still have their souls—they're all more than capable of caring about the people they save. but sam needs dean specifically. he knows he's missing something, and he sees dean and recognizes that something in him. even cold and calculating and unrelentingly logical, sam recognizes that dean, alone, can "complete" him, give something back to him that he's supposed to have.

in episode 8 he tells dean he "needs his help." he doesn't elaborate; he never explains what he means by that. he has a whole family of hunters who'd be willing and able to help him, but still he needs dean. even without his soul, his hyperrational mind knows he needs him.

soulless sam isn't capable of caring about dean. but he doesn't need to care to know they need to be together, no matter what—to know dean is good for him, dean completes him, dean needs to be there for him.

it's like a sick reversal of season 1. sam drags dean back into this life because he can't keep going without him. because he needs him. because when you think about it logically, and sam has no other choice, there was never any other option for them.

#supernatural #wincest #i mean i'm absolutely looking at this through wincest-colored lenses but this isn't even a romantic observation #and i think that makes it so much worse #every time soulless sam gives an indication that he needs dean in his life even when he's incapable of caring about him. that's so fucked u #like what the fuck do you mean sam's dependence on dean isn't even irrational. that it's so normal to him that it's completely logical #to need him. that sam needs dean the way humans need air to breathe: an unalterable fact of nature and reality #'there are also things about it i remember that i... let's just say i think i should probably go back to being him'#What The Fuck Do You Mean By That Sammy #having a soul hurts but he should 'probably' go back to having one #he says in a conversation about how he knows he should care about dean but doesn't #like there's something inside him screaming for dean. and it's trapped and trying to claw its way out #he needs to care about dean no matter what the cost is. he needs to love him again #it's unnatural and wrong for him to exist without loving his brother. is that what you're saying. is that it #i just can't stop thinking about soulless sam. sorry. what's wrong with him seriously #besides not having a soul #.txt #sam #the winchester gospel #spn posting

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dollhousemary · 2 months

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Dean || Metaphor — The Crane Wives (<- link leads to the youtube version!)

#ivy.txt #video #my amvs #spn amv #cranewivesnatural #supernatural #dean winchester #first supernatural amv in the bag!!!#definitely want to make a mary one soon #it felt SO insanely cathartic to make this after thinking about it for like three years #i hope you enjoy :)#(sorry about no captions. i'm trying to find a way to do it but it might require some serious finagling so we'll just have to see)

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angelsdean · 8 days

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once again, thee only time dean is reckless with Baby is when he's fucking staring at cas for five minutes straight while driving

#saw some stupid drunk driving discourse (again!) and i just. fucking cannot #i'm sorry but. if you really think this man is driving drunk you don't understand dean at all #he's not putting his car at risk and he's not putting the lives of others at risk #his whole life motto is centered around saving people and he's literally so broken up every time he fails to save people #also half the things people 'cite' as proof that he'd drive drunk just show me ya'll don't know what being drunk means #dean drinking a beer out of the cooler with sam at the end of an ep before driving off is not being 'drunk'#you think dean is getting drunk off of one beer?? be serious.#also dean literally sleeping at a bar instead of getting behind the wheel is um wow not him driving drunk!#dean forgetting how to drive bc he's losing his memory and sam THINKING dean is drunk / hungover is ALSO not dean driving drunk. wow!#anyways. we literally never see dean do anything to suggest he drives drunk. but people sure to love to project #fr one of my most hated fanon dean things of recent times #vic.txt

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purgaytorysupremacy · 5 months

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On some level, I think I always understood That these hands of mine were clumsy, not clever And try as I might, I couldn't bring myself to hold you [...] I am selfish, I am broken, I am cruel I am all the things they might have said to you Do you ever think of me and my two hands? And wonder why they never soothed your fevers? And wonder why they never tied your shoes? And wonder why they never held you gently? And wonder why they never had the chance to lose you?

Never Love an Anchor by The Crane Wives (🎶 listen on Spotify)

#i'm so sorry #but if I have to live here then so do you #spn #spn edit #supernatural #supernatural edit #spn poetry #poetrynatural #musicnatural #maybe?#stackednatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #deancas #them #web weaving #mine.art #purgaytorysupremacy stuff

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lizstiel · 1 year

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Dean’s sitting at the kitchen table eating meatloaf when it all sort of hits – and he’s desperate to remember it exactly how it happened.

With his fork raised halfway to his mouth, a dollop of meat and sauce perched precariously on the tines, his eyes wandered over to where Cas stood by the sink in a pair of ratty pajama bottoms and one of Dean’s old t-shirts. (One of Dean’s old t-shirts, because once Cas gets his shoulders into them they never really sit the same way.)

He’s got soap up to his elbows, scrubbing methodically at the dishes Dean just dirtied, his brow a taught, concentrated line. He’s bringing the same kind of meticulous focus to the dishes that he used to bring to leading the armies of Heaven; that singular kind of attention, both unnerving and admirable. (Dean had once tried to explain that he didn’t need to wash them quite so vigorously, to which Cas had deadpanned, “Do you know how many food particles remain on the dishes you wash, Dean?” It quickly became his job, after that.)

It’s early July. About 6:30pm. The window over the sink is cracked, and the front door is wide open, letting the sound of cicadas and crickets drift in with the summer breeze. The sun’s starting to set behind the field, casting the world in that particular orange glow that has always made something in Dean ache. In the other room, the record player Sam got them for Christmas plays a beat up Janis Joplin record he’d found at a secondhand store in town. The opening chords of Me and Bobby McGee have just started, and the cicadas are humming, and the crickets are singing, and the sun is setting, and Cas is standing in old pajamas washing dishes Dean just used to make them dinner and –

Cas tilts his head.

This isn’t revolutionary. He does it a lot. A very ingrained behavior, some might say. But he isn’t confused, he’s reacting. To the song. He doesn’t react to music the way Dean wants him to, never has, but in his own way, it’s almost like he’s leaning closer to hear it. An infinitesimal thing. The smallest gesture. The corner of his mouth twitches, and Dean has never loved him more than he does at this moment: backlit by a summer sunset in their house in the middle of nowhere, hand washing dishes and listening to Janis Joplin.

Cas turns when the sound of Dean’s fork clattering on the plate sounds, but Dean just scoops him into his arms, chases any worries away with a kiss, and then another, and then one more for good measure. Cas laughs against his mouth, desperately trying to keep his soapy arms away from Dean’s dry clothes. “Dean,” he chides, squirming and chuckling, trying to extract himself from Dean’s grip. “I’m not finished.”

“I’ll get ‘em tomorrow,” Dean promises, peppering sweet little kisses down the line of Cas' throat. He hasn’t shaved in a couple of days. It tickles all the way down. “Love you so much,” he says, because he wants to. Because he’s so full with it he’s overflowing. Because if he doesn’t tell him right now, in this moment, and every moment after this one, he might die. He needs him to know. It’s vital that he knows.

Cas’ laughter warms, and he slides one soapy hand to the back of Dean’s neck, eyebrows raised in challenge when he shudders at the sensation. When Dean doesn’t immediately shoo him away, he slides the other soapy hand up Dean’s arm. “Dean?” He’s not worried, the timber of his voice is honey-smooth and light, but he’s confused. Not that Dean doesn’t tell him often, and loudly, how much he loves him, but to be fair this did kind of come from nowhere, so he understands. It’s just much too much. It’s not enough and it’s everything. It’s everything in the world Dean has ever wanted.

Janis Joplin is singing freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose, and Dean’s arms are loose around Cas’ waist, and he loves him, god he loves him so much, so he kisses him on one corner of the mouth, and then the other. Janis says, nothin’, don’t mean nothin’ hon’ if it ain’t free, no, no – and he rocks their bodies together, slow, to the beat of the music. Cas’ arms come to wind around his neck automatically, and his smile starts to sprawl into something reserved for only the really good moments. Wide and gummy and for Dean – and feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues. He presses his forehead to Cas’ and they just sort of sway there like that, smiling at each other like this might be the last chance they ever get.

Cas says – “I love you, Dean,” just as Janis is singing, you know feelin’ good was good enough for me – and it occurs to Dean that he’s dancing in the kitchen with the love of his life. He thinks back to the longest, loneliest nights he spent staring up at the night sky, believing wholly he’d die bloody and alone on the backend of some random hunt, and how the smallest (but loudest) part of him had wished for exactly this. For someone to hold him and see him and dance in the kitchen with him, barefoot and covered in soap.

He kisses the tip of Cas’ nose, the lines under his eyes. Doesn’t realize he’s crying until Cas is wiping tears away with the pads of his thumbs and soothing hands through his hair. He’s crying, too. Laughing and crying and telling Dean he loves him, he loves him so much, he’s loved him from the first moment he saw him.

It settles in Dean then – really settles deep, and true, and good – that he was meant for this. He wasn’t born to be a weapon. Wasn’t born to be a son, or a father, or a brother. Wasn’t born to save the world or to end it – was just meant to dance. His arms were meant to hold. To sway them both around the cheap linoleum floor, to sling low around Cas’ waist and spin them both ‘til they were dizzy with it.

They laugh and kiss and Janis is saying – good enough for me and Bobby McGee – and Dean is thinking – Yeah. Yeah, it really is.

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wisefoxluminary · 4 days

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So I've been writing a SPN fanfic and this is the first time I've looked at what I've written and I felt like I have lost my goddamn mind. I can't stop laughing at this 🤣

#supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #spn fanfic #ao3 author #no context will be given #it involves video games and anime that's all i can say #dean is a sailor moon fan confirmed #castiel is so done i'm sorry #this is the first time i've written something and been like “what the hell am i writing”#sometime fanfic comes up with crack when you least expect

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lengthofropes · 2 years

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@sobernatural 💚 milestone party 💚 July 1st: “I miss you”

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rowlfthedog · 1 year

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROWLF!!!!!

#rowlf the dog #the muppets #muppets #jimmy dean #the jimmy dean show #puppartry #I'M SORRY THIS IS A DAY LATE #I STARTED IT YESTERDAY MORNING I SWEAR #you can probably infer just by looking at it why it took me so long #my sister rizzo-rat made the decision for me to draw jimmy as a muppet #i didnt wanna draw a human man but i couldnt NOT draw rowlf the dogs best friend for his birthday #jimmys the reason he has a birthday in the first place #muppetification beam!!!!!!!!!#enough rambling

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