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Dean Winchester- A Promise
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Pairing: Dean Winchester x PlatonicFem!Reader
Pov: Dean Winchester
Warnings: Fluff, Angst-ish, Yelling, Cursing, 18+
Summary: When Mary Winchester ruins her relationship with both Dean and Sam. Y/n only wants to help, so she sets something special up for Dean.
A/n- Firefly-graphics for dividers; this is a request from anon.
WC- 1.0k
Dean W. Master List // Main Master List // Requests Master List
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Listening to my mother come up with some bullshit excuse was more than I needed in my life at this point. She claims she's not blind to the way the Brits work, but I think that's bullshit. We both think it's bullshit.
Sam had been taken and tortured by these guys, and all the other bullshit they had dragged us into. She was less than understanding of the fake people she was working with. Sam is more than disappointed; he never grew up with Mom. I did, but it's not like four years can make a real change. Mary wasn't the same person I knew so long ago.
"When did you start working for them?" Sam asks he looks so sad, but I can't throw my own anger to support him right now. We had been around a lot of liars, we are liars ourselves. "Since the lake house, it was their case." I stand there dumbfounded that we were somehow having this conversation standing in the bunker.
"You kept that from us." I relive the whole moment, Cass had almost died. Her words just started to mold together. her bullshit lies. A hunter had died, and all for what a better way of doing things. I could never believe that my mother was that type of person. The person who puts herself before others.
"Our whole lives you've been gone. You said that you needed time. No, you said you needed space, so we gave you your space. No, you needed space from us." She stares at me and my younger brother, and I can feel another set of eyes on me. Y/n, a girl we found over eight years ago. She was a young adult, but to me, she was my daughter a daughter that I don't think I'd ever want to walk away from especially not how my mother just did.
"I'm your mother, but I am not just a mom, and you are not a child" My heart nearly jumps out of my chest as I hear the words hit my ears. Not a child, I never got the chance. "I was never a child, so between us and them." Mary desperately tries to back the situation out of the corner it's been driving itself into. "It's not like that Dean." I swallow the words that want to come up, and look over at Sam, "Yeah it is Mary, and you made your choice so there's the door."
I at this point end up just walking away, my heart is broken and the tears burning at the edges of my eyes are hurting more than the anger I'm pushing further down in my chest. My daughter watches as I brush past her and into my room. Slamming the door, that's when the true and real emotion comes falling out of me. The tears fall and the way I just can't catch my breath.
I had just gotten her back, Sam had just started learning about his mother from his mother. All for Mary to go and fuck it all up because she wasn't honest because she lied to both of us. It's hours before I leave my room.
A knock on my door is what had me dragging my ass out of my room. the tears had stopped only a few hours ago, and the only thing that sat in my chest was the burning, boiling anger. I open the door, and there's my daughter Y/n standing with hopeful and sad eyes. "Dean, do you want to maybe come and watch a few movies with me?" She asks her voice cherry and trying.
As much as I would have loved to go out and watch a few western movies with her I just couldn't bare the thought of yelling or screaming at her all because of Mary. Or even worse bumping into her because she hasn't left yet. When I had haven't answered Y/n continued, "I even invited Sam, he's waiting for us." She tires, "Honey, I'm really not in the mood right now, so…" She nods like my anger is something she's used to having to work around.
It burns me, but she smiles, leans in, and kisses my cheek, "That's alright, Dad, you know where we are." With that Y/n is walking away and I shut the door. The way my heart burns in my chest. My daughter and younger brother were trying to get over the yelling and how Mary had burned everyone here in the bunker.
I stare at the shut door, and then at the picture of Mary and I when I was young. I pull out a book, a diary of sorts. I write down everything that happened. All the emotions I wanted to push deep down, all the things that went wrong, and all the things that could have gone right.
My wrist hurts when I smell popcorn being popped in the kitchen. The laughter that's filling the cold and silent bunker. I close the diary and poke my head out of my bedroom door. The laughter grows and it's a mixture of Sams and Y/ns. I can't help but be drawn in by it. I poke my head into my man cave. The lights are all off, the only light coming from the TV. An old western is playing on the screen, and all my favorite treats are on the table in front of the old couch. "Dean?" I hear Sam question, looking away from the TV, "Yeah, it's me." Y/n's eyes light up and she turns a massive smile on her face, she pats the open spot between her and Sam.
"Come sit here and we can restart the movie." She says with cheer in her voice. I can't help but smile in return, "alright" I move quickly, Sam and Y/n are smiling widely up at me. "What made you come out?" Sam whispered, I dig my hand into the bowl of popcorn, "The food Sammy boy." He rolls his eyes, while Y/n curls up into my side. "It will be okay Dad, I promise," Y/n mutters as the movie restarts. I lean down and kiss her forehead, "I hope so honey."
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Completed on: 05/08/2023
Posted on: 05/08/2023
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alex-iltempo · 11 months
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Appreciation Post: Those Gorgeous Men #J3 with their Spouses (on screen and in rl)
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DEMON DEAN VS TACO TUESDAY: THE ULTIMATE KARAOKE BATTLE!
Featuring, their waitress girlfriends~
Happy Birthday Alex ♥
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electromignion · 1 year
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Merry Drunkmas! (OS - AO3)
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Read on AO3
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Crowley
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley
Rating:Teens&Up
Words: 3799
Tags: FTM Dean Winchester, Trans Male Dean Winchester, Drunk Dean Winchester, Drunken Confessions, Walk Into A Bar, Alcohol, Trans Male Character, Supportive Crowley (Supernatural), Love Confessions, Declarations Of Love, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, It is around season 8, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, No Smut, Mild Language, Mentions of John Wicnhester implying that he is the worst dad, Dog, Dean Winchester gets a dog, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Light Angst, Fluff, they kiss, Love, Coming Out, Crowlean, Drowley, Crowley Drives The Impala (Supernatural), Mention of Rowena implying that she is the worst mom 
Synopsis: As Dean Winchester feels overwhelmed by his feelings and thoughts, he decides to head to a bar. Crowley joins him as they owe some explanation to each other.
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castielsparkle · 1 year
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. in love with dean wicnhester soooooo a lot so much and also im a little bit drunk and every time i hear sam i get really annoyed
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ivythefangrill · 3 years
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will this ever end
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dystopian-reverie · 3 years
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OKAY HOW IS THE FANDOM NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS??? LITERALLY EVERY SUPERNATURAL SPECIES THAT KNOWS ABOUT THE WINCHESTERS AND CASTIEL SUGGEST THAT DEAN AND CAS HAS HIT IT OFF SEVERAL TIMES (and notice, they never do that with Sam) AND FEW PEOPLE HAVE THE NERVE TO SAY DESTIEL WASN'T REAL?? WHAT SORT OF FUCKERY IS THIS??
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aborddelimpala · 3 years
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Sam & Dean Challenge | Bunker or motel rooms
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satirenatural · 3 years
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Pick a Winchester- Heart
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Pairing: Pick A Winchester x Fem!Reader
Summary: The difference between lovemaking and fucking, still equals the same thing... love
Warnings: 18+ Mature age, Smut, Description of smut, Fluff
A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers
WC- 744
Main Master List // Imagine Master List // Dean W. Master List // Sam W. Master List
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There was something about the way that he would fuck you. “Fuck” sounds like a harsh word for what he did to you in the bedroom, but honestly he fucked you like it was something you deserved, or something you were being punished for. There really wasn’t words for how he fucked you, there was no other cute, and short way of putting it. 
Now there’s a difference between making love, and fucking. See it’s a hard difference to make out, well that’s a joke. When you’re in the middle of love making, you’re always thinking about your partner what they want, what they need from you. But when it’s just you and your partner fucking. No matter where, that’s all about your own satisfaction. Survival of the fittest. When in the middle of making love, you whisper sweet nothings to each other, make direct eye contact with a smooth glaze of love and affection over your eye. 
Hell when your in the middle of fucking each o ther. It’s a rang of emotions, it pent up anger, pent up frustration from the hard work that the day as thrusted upon you. It’s sadness from missing each other so much that you can’t focus on anything other than their body pressed up against your body. 
Flesh against Flesh 
Love making is slow, Love making is about making your already strong bond with each other even stronger. Love making is for romantic nights. Ones where you just fall even more into love with your partner. 
The nights that equal fucking each other, those night are the ones that are coming from drunken  nights at the bar, and a heated make out session in an uber that drove you home. Night like that come from one you get a little frisky in the restaurant. Your foot teasing the inner thigh of her leg, and her foot sliping out of her high heels to massage your ever growing tent in your dress pants. 
Fucking you was his favorite thing to do. He got you all to himself, no helpless distraction. Nothing other than you and him in a room. With an endless imagination like his, you never knew where nights like this could take you. Sometimes you were tied up to the bed-posts. Leg’s spread wide, and a vibrator teasing your helpless clit.
The vibration makes you feel numb to everything but your core. His straining cock in his pants, as it was about teasing you. Making you so wet, he could slip in without a care in the world. Not that he didn’t care about you, or your body. That feeling when he’d slip in your core, and there wasn’t about of resistance. That was utter magic, better than food, better than the air he breathed. 
In moments like that all he wanted was to be fully seated in the heat of your core. Be engulfed by you, and fuck you until you forgot your name. Fuck you until you begged him to stop and in the same breath begged you to keep it up or hell even go faster. Thoses were night his hand would grasp around your htorat and tell you who was really in control of everything going on. He would squeeze your throat. The air crushing to escape, and come in. The feeling of no control. 
Love-making was about the sensual touches, and brushes of the fingers he’d leave behind him. The little marks he’d leave almost as a warning sign to others. He’d never tell you it, but he loves making love to you. It was nice, yeah to fuck you and have you, but nothing came close to making love to you. When he was with you at that moment, he never wanted to leave it.
When he gave you sweet kisses and moaned with you while you came all over his cock. Those pretty torts your face made as you reached and came off your high. There was always something about the way you’d fall limp, and he’d continue with you. There was something about the way you’d gasp as he reenters you, with a long and slow thrust. His hands stay put on your hips, guiding him.  
He had you wrapped around his fingers. But it didn’t matter if it was lovemaking, or fucking. You knew that when he laid down in that bed with you, he loved you fully hearty and all the way. 
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Completed on: 04/24/2022
Posted on: 04/25/2022
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alex-iltempo · 1 year
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Them
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Sweet Home Alabama
Ellie Winchester has everything she could want in life: a life in New York, a fancy job, a fiance who would do anything for her... And the surname of the man she married when she was too young to know better. The solution seems easy- all it takes is a signature on the divorce papers, and the past will all be past. Will Ellie be able to move on with her life, or will old feelings resurface for Dean, the man who is still legally her husband?
Happy Birthday Alex ♥
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a-n-j-a-maria · 3 years
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yeet-the-nugget · 3 years
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Why… why does the c*w have to put us through more shit with the abusive piece of shit that was John Winchester
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notdeadyetnatural · 3 years
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Where is that one post about Castiel walking into a room of all of Dean’s ex’s and being the MOST crazy. I wanna reblog that right now.
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sailorsally · 3 years
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no you don't understand I've been seeing this image for MONTHS now and each time I assumed it was edited.... I assumed it was a fandom joke....never in a MILLION years did I think that it was a real thing.... that THAT CAPTION was real and really used over THAT IMAGE OF DEAN AND CAS ...............Supernatural truly is a show
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