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soughthopeoldd · 1 year

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" Don't go getting any Ideas. I've already got one helpless baby I'm looking after. " Points a thumb at Sam.

#dean winchester.

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katherincpierce · 4 months

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✁ dean or stefan

send me a ✁ with two names and i’ll tell you whom my muse would save.

"Dean's fun to play with. But I will always choose Stefan."

#answer.#dean winchester.#stefan salvatore.#she's sad

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wanmaximoff · 6 months

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#playlist.#dean winchester.#sam winchester.#event: westview.#omfg this is brilliant

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izaaclahey · 11 months

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✁ dean or jesse

send me a ✁ with two names and i’ll tell you whom my muse would save.

"... Dean."

#answer.#dean winchester.#jesse pinkman.#he hates this sm why would u #he loves them both but he NEEDS dean :(

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fvrstxresponsexarchived · 1 year

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“You made a deal with a crossroads demon? Does Sam know that’s why he’s alive? Does Bobby know what you did? Jesus Dean, how could- how long?”

"I didn't have a damn choice. That's what's fucking wrong with this family sacrificing themselves over and over for each other. I shouldn't even fucking be here right now. I've got about maybe a few weeks left and then the grim reaper is coming for my ass. Sammy doesn't deserve to die because of me. And no Bobby doesn't know otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation right now. And he'd be calling me all kinds of idiot right now."

#dean winchester.

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rihtual · 9 months

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ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME? I'M FLATTERED. [ … ] @voidbeings

No matter how quiet the river gushes, the answers will never be heard. They do linger around the pines — in between the roots of those growing giants. The green daughters and sons of mother nature have been around a long time, they know when a son isn’t really a son, but a slab of meat on the butcher’s table. Not that he had spoken aloud of the old bruises, the ghosts of punishments that can never seem to find their way home. Not that he was anything other than the scarecrow of a boy he had always been meant to be. He rustles in the wind — lets his bed of damp straw in his heart dry out under the sun. This whole time he is expected to be silent, unseen, unheard, unnoticed. He is not a man, but a floor mat, the peeling wallpaper of a family farmhouse that hasn’t survived the month’s drought. John Winchester’s shadow puppet. Dean had always found himself wrapped around another spine. An eater that held a bottomless appetite, a ghost of a father that refused pretty apples and instead wanted the bleak core of rot. He will let his cheekbones grow hollow and soulless. If this is what it means to survive with honest intentions, then he will melt his own hair and spin his own head. Possession always begins with the heart — and he knows this. How it's weighed down with stones and hay when tossed into the roaring rivers of devotion. On the hunt again, this time without the hatchet of the father, without the gore-riddled survival of the brother. Boots shuffle to a stop, duffel bag dropped to the gravel as a casual roll of his shoulders signal his comfort. Death and fear are the dual things he avoids, he remains a divine entity only for that blind loyalty of a weapon’s hilt. ‘I know how much your kind loves attention.’ There’s a grind of his molars, the sound keeps the memories of his own time beneath the ground at bay. He almost feels, briefly, the dig of a blade slicing into his neck. Memory plays tricks on him, however, and there’s a forced focus on the demon ahead of him. Old, ancient — not a small fish. Where the blistered handprint once lay on his shoulder there now begins an odd itch. Glutton for pain, glutton to bleed. A hunt is not a hunt, but a distraction. Some sort of impulse weaned at the source. He continues, irony lost on him, voice gruff and roughened by lack of sleep and simple anger. ‘Anything to get daddy dearest’s stamp of approval, huh? Bet you don’t shit without him telling you to.’

#DEAN WINCHESTER.#dean is being a dumb bbygirl idk what to tell u ira

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kolmikalson · 11 months

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✁ sam or dean x

send me a ✁ with two names and i’ll tell you whom my muse would save.

"Choose between them only to be hunted by the survivor for failing to save his brother? I'll pass. I wouldn't save either if I couldn't save them both, it's far too much hassle."

#answer.#dean winchester.#sam winchester.#HJDFSHSDF #strangely nice

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hcnnamarin · 11 months

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✁ dean or finn

send me a ✁ with two names and i’ll tell you whom my muse would save.

"Finn. Because of his children."

#answer.#finnick odair.#dean winchester.#what u gonna do when georgia's born hm

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elenagilbrt · 11 months

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✁ finn or dean

send me a ✁ with two names and i’ll tell you whom my muse would save.

"Finnick's my mentor, he was Jeremy's. I owe him my life, so I owe him this choice."

#answer.#finnick odair.#dean winchester.

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ao3topshipsbracket · 20 days

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Tumblr Top Ships Bracket - FINALS

This poll is a celebration of fandom and fandom history; we're aware that there are certain issues with many of the listed pairings and sources, but they are a part of that history. Please do not take this as an endorsement, and refrain from harassment.

#polls #destiel #sulemio #supernatural #gundam witch from mercury #castiel #dean winchester #suletta mercury #miorine rembran

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randommultifandomrants · 1 month

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Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

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soughthopeoldd · 1 year

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❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜ to Dean from Bela

Dean scoffs then laughs, " Right. Guess I should kick up my feet too and trust you while I'm at it? Not! I still don't even understand why you wanted to come along with us in the first place. What's your angle huh? And don't bullshit me, I've got an excellent bullshit detector ... and a gun, several guns. ", he reminds her, looking at Bela from across the Impala as they were parked just shy of the bar's lot.

#entangledmuses #dean winchester.#answered.#him: I don't trust you #also him: why are all the hot people such assholes?

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l0velysmut · 2 months

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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours: