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So…. Guess what I’m currently rewatching😬
Are there any supernatural fans among you? I’d be delighted :D
Have a fantastic Sunday !✨🌻💚
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backroadboy · 4 months
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they're best friends, your honor!
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navyblueart · 1 year
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take a body, maybe your own, and dump it gently.
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cupidswurld · 7 months
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sibling relationships are like. im trying so hard. look at me the same way you did so 12 years ago that summer when everything was okay. i miss you (im right here). is this tragedy? i knew you once
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seasononesam · 3 months
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Stackednatural- 147/327
Family Remains (4x11) January 15th, 2009
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audhd-nightwing · 6 months
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i love when characters that are always the one protecting others, staying strong for them, putting others first- get to be taken care of. get to fall apart, get to be soft and vulnerable, get to be protected and loved just as fiercely as they protect and love the people they care about
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ellieslittleburrow · 2 months
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Siblings
Summary : You live near campus, away from Dean and Sam. You haven't seen them in a while. How do you react when you find them right at your door?
Pairings : Dean and Sam winchester x sister
Warnings : nooone, just fluff.
A/N : Hi, babies ❣❣ I hope this is as refreshing to you as it was for me.
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Oil sizzled as you set the stove on the lowest heat. You tossed the chopped up onions into the pan, filling the room with the familiar aroma.
The house phone rang. And you moved the pan aside before heading for the phone. You pressed a button, setting the phone near your ear when a familiar hum sounded.
Oh my god!
"Dean!" You excitedly shouted, earning yourself an "ouch" over the other line. You pressed a another button, opening the complex door for him and since you were only in the third floor, it only took him a quick minute to appear, followed by Sam.
"Hii" You opened your arms, running to embrace both of them. "What a surprise."
"Hey, kiddo." Dean tightly wrapped his arms around you, letting you go when Sam spoke.
"Hey, honey." Sam pulled you into a hug.
"I missed you both so much." Your voice vibrated into Sam's chest. "What are you doing here?"
"Eating, apparently." As Dean's voice went distant, you pulled away from Sam, spinning around to find Dean marching towards the kitchen.
You let out a little chuckle, following behind.
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After setting the plates and beers on the table, you plumped down on the couch, waiting for your brothers to join. And as all three of you started eating, an hour and a half of talks about life, uni, cases and john flowed seamlessly.
"So..." Dean coughed. "Anybody in your life....kid?"
You rolled your eyes at Dean's sudden change of voice. You knew this one, a low tone, manipulative and curious. You're not falling for it.
"Nobody, Dean." You smiled at him, not caring that he already knew you were lying.
"Are you sure about that? Because i'm pretty sure you don't wear size 12 flip floppers." He eyed the entry door and you snorted a laugh. Fucking hell..This guy's eyes..
"Leave her alone, Dean." Sam rolled his eyes before turning to you. "As long as you're happy, honey."
You smiled at his response....your eyes darting around the room when silence set in...
"Alright....Time to head out, Dean." Sam slapped his thighs, readying himself to get up when you pushed him back down.
"No!"
"We have to go, honey. We still have 5 hours to go before we get there." Sam argues and you shook your head.
"Please don't....it's only been an hour." You pleaded, looking over at Dean, who, to your surprise, was staring at you with pleading eyes.
He did not want to go either.
"Come on, Sammy. It's-" you spun around to get a look at the clock. "It's 6pm, don't you wanna get some sleep and head back for the road tomorrow morning?."
Sam grimaced. "I don't know if that's such a good idea, honey. I really do want to stay, but we could always stay over on our way ba-."
You turned to Dean, leaving Sam hanging. But Dean was already laid back, quiet, waiting for you to do all the dirty work. That's when Sam spoke again.
"Okay, how about this" He started, and your eyes grew wide, anticipating what's about to happen.
Sam straightened his back as he held his arms out, positioning one hand on top of the other, his right fist resting on top of his left palm. And as Dean understood the assignment, he got up, mirroring sam.
And in silence you watched, as for the very first time, Sam laid a rock, losing the fight as early as the first round.
You burst into laughter as Sam's eyebrows arose. Nobody expected that. And as you lifted your arms up, jumping in pure ecstasy, Dean grinned triumphantly.
"I won."
You nodded. "And you spend the night here."
Sam smacked his hands together. "Alright, then. Let's prep for a night in."
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And we're done! If yall can spare a minute and tell me about my writiing pleaase? if i should change it up, if it's too repetitive and stuff. No pressure and thanks in advance ❣ 🖤🖤🥀🥀
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imaginesbymonika · 9 months
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Red lights.
Plot: If guilt had a name it would be Dean Winchester.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x sister!Reader
Warnings: mention of violence, mention of Demon!Dean, needles, blood, fluff in the end but only a bit
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Everything happened so fast. So very fast.
The red lightning, which emerges from the lamps above you turns the bunker into a place you're unable to recognize. This whole situation has been feeling like a never-ending nightmare for a while and now it was also looking like one. Dean has always reassured you, that while the world around you was filled with ghosts and demons he would always look out for you. And you never questioned him. However, right now, you were hiding from him as if he turned into one of those monsters he swore to protect you from. You look up you can notice it in Sam's eyes. You're not the only one terrified of your oldest brother.
"Smart, Sam. Looking the place down. Doors won't open. I get it." His deep voice is echoing through the empty and cold hallways. "But here's the thing. I don't wanna leave. Not till I find you two."
Your relationship with Dean has always been different from the one you have with Sam. While the younger brother actually feels like a brother to you, Dean has always meant more to you. After all, he practically raised you since you were a little child. However, at this moment, while his hammer was destroying the door, you tried your best to still see him in all of this. He may be a demon, but underneath all of that hatred your brother had to remain… right? But it becomes much more difficult with every second that passes. You take a deep breath.
"Y/N.", Dean suddenly says and Sam instantly pushes you behind his bigger body. "Oh, come on.", you can see how a fake pout emerges on his face:" I just want to talk to my sweet little baby girl." For a moment he lowers his weapon as he stares you down through the shattered wood:" Don't think, that I won't also kill you. I can still sense my love for you, however, it is not enough for me to save you. But if you help me kill Sammy, I might make it quick for you." There's a ringing in your ears. "Don't listen to him.", Sam whispers but his voice is muffled and feels unbelievably far away.
Dean has never ever threatened you. Even when you were much younger and he had earned a beating from John, because of something that you did on his watch… he never ever threatened you before. It was something that seemed impossible to you. But now it had happened and it filled you with an unknown emotion.
"Come on.", Sam speaks and clutches your hand, bringing you back into reality. You two rush through the red hallways and after a minute or two you stop. Sam takes a deep breath and when he turns around to face you, his eyes widen in fear. You don't even have time to properly react before he pushes you to the cold ground. And when you look up, you make eye contact with Dean. His hammer sticking to the wall. It was hurled with such an immense force that it makes your jaw drop.
"Oh man, looks like I missed.", he says softly:" Can I try again?" There is a sincerity in his voice that makes your skin crawl. You nearly throw up. Meanwhile, Sam's knife is close to his throat. So close, it's almost making him bleed.
"Do it!", the oldest brother angrily hisses, his spit dripping down his chin. But Sam's arm just drops after a few seconds. You shut your eyes, not knowing what is about to happen next before you unexpectedly hear Castiel's voice. "It's over!"
You sit on the floor next to the door, your back is leaning against one of the shelves while you observe how Sam pushes yet another needle into your oldest brother's forearm. A weird emptiness has been filling you up for a while now, and while you should be happy that Dean is back at the bunker… you can't help but feel drained. "Are you okay, Y/N?", Castiel asks, and when you eventually tear your eyes off Dean's unconscious body you only nod.
Sam sighs:" He almost killed her." Castiel's eyes widen in shock, as his head snaps towards him. "He did what?" You want to defend Dean, but before you can answer someone groans. Castiel notices how you quickly get up from your spot, and softly nudges you to stand behind him. His grip on his knife tightens to the point where his knuckles are white. Meanwhile, Sam was slowly opening up the bottle with the holy water.
Dean lifts his head and when you notice his black eyes you can't help but feel sick. You quickly turn around and throw up into the corner. Sam and Castiel exchange a quick but worried look. The blackness quickly fades and when his normal eyes scan the room he takes one final deep breath. "You look worried, fellas.", he jokes, but no one laughs. You turn around at the sound of his voice, before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
Without waiting a second longer, you snatch the bottle out of Sam's hand and toss the liquid into Dean's face. A pleased sigh escapes your lips when you acknowledge that there is no smoke. "Welcome back, Dean!"
"How is he holding up?"
Sam, who is entering the room looks over at the angel. "Well, he is still a bit out of it, nevertheless, he is doing better." You look up from your book. "The whole thing really took a turn on him- he… he just feels really guilty." The last word leaves Castiels lips as a whisper as if he was hoping you wouldn't hear it. But you did.
A knock on the door catches Dean's attention and he shifts on his bed before sitting up straight:" Yeah?" He expected to see either his brother or Castiel, however when he makes eye contact with you his jaw clenches. "Hey.", you say and slowly walk into his room. You sit down on the edge of the bed. A soft but tired smile emerges on your lips and Dean mirrors it. "Hey."
"I just- I just wanted to check in with you.", you explain and your brother nods. A silence falls over the two of you and you clear your throat:" Remember- Remember when we were younger… you came back from a hunt and you were hurt and John was… god knows where. We didn't have anything in the fridge except for some eggs and cheese."
At that Dean laughs:" And you made me that god-awful omelet? Of course, how could I ever forget about that? My arm was broken and I had the worst stomach pains on top of that." Once again you both sit in silence before Dean runs a hand down his face:" I am so sorry, Y/N." The sound of his voice breaks your heart and you move closer to him:" It's okay, Dee." He just chuckles dry. You know that he won't ever believe you.
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sunshine-on-marz · 2 months
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Being the Winchesters’ little sister
Im imagining a more girly little sister for this so im super sorry if that doesn’t apply to you:(
Headcanons for being the youngest Winchester
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-for the sake of this we’ll say your kinnda like Adam except you stay with John and not your mom
-the boys adore you from the second you’re brought home
-they aren’t too on board when John explains the situation
-but the second Dean is holding you he’s in love
-and when Sam sees how happy Dean looks? Obviously he loves you too.
-you get dotted on by Dean as much as possible
-and once you’re a little older, Sam teaches you all sorts of stuff
-Dean keeps you street smart Sam keeps you book smart
-these boys are so good to you
-you don’t go on your first hunt till you’re 13 at minimum
-Dean and John have screaming matches about it because John thinks you’re old enough and Dean genuinely never wants you to go on a hunt
-He much prefers you being safe in the motel
-But eventually he’s convinced
-You don’t get more than a foot and half away from Dean for nearly the whole hunt
-you get hurt on that hunt, not bad, just a busted knee
-you don’t go on another hunt for almost two months and Dean hardly lets you out of his sight that whole time
-bandages your knee like he thinks it’ll go septic (the scrape barley got through the second layer of skin)
-anyways, back to the general stuff
-Dean calls you sweetheart, baby, baby girl and “my girl”
-Sam calls you sweetheart and baby girl
-Dean was the original one to start calling you nicknames and Sam picked up on it
-the first sentence Dean tells you when he picks you up as a baby is “it’s alright babygirl I’ve got you now”
-and the name just sticks
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lambmotifz · 7 days
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sam is canonically dean’s wife and yet there are still people who think they are normal brothers
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whatohitsonfirewelp · 4 months
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Older siblings in media are so often misunderstood. Either adored or hated, but never an in-between. The pressure is always there, never enough or too much.
It’s the Steven Crain’s who are hated, the Fiona Gallagher’s who are forced onto a pedestal, the Dick Grayson’s who are reduced to nothing but their mistakes and issues, the John Dory’s who is only ever the oppressor and never the oppressed, the Isabela Madrigal’s who are considered vain and self centered.
It’s the eldest child who has no one on their team because they are the leader, and that is either meant to be taken from them or only ever for them.
It’s the Kate Sharma’s and the Anthony Bridgerton’s. It’s the Bill Weasley’s and it’s the Dean Winchester’s. It’s the Eric Matthew’s and it’s the Elsa’s.
The eldest sibling whose mistakes are over analyzed or completely ignored, who are never seen as humans because they are something to claim or destroy. The first born who is never understood in media or by fans, maybe it’s because acknowledging the fact that they’re human means they aren’t perfect is too much. Or maybe it’s because acknowledge that they are human and therefore cannot be defined by their mistakes and the weight they carry is too much.
They are not allowed to be perfect and yet if they are anything but perfect the world would riot.
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esmethenightdemon · 5 months
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i do not remember my life before you and i hope to never see one after you
the holy bible // supernatural (2005-2020) // "the fall of the house of usher" - edgar allan poe (1839) // bridgerton (2020-) // where things come back - john corey whaley (2011) // the addams family (1991) // antigonick - anne carson (2012) // the chronicles of narnia: the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe (2005) // the other boelyn girl (2008) // the parent trap (1998) // "brother, sister, rival, friend: the longstanding effects of sibling relationships" - joshua a. krisch (2019) // pride and prejudice (2005) // "song for sasha banks" - the mountain goats (2018) // it (2017) // "the reynolds pamphlet" - original broadway cast of hamilton (2015) // little women (2019) // "the secret of siblings -- the relationship between brothers and sisters has a degree of closeness - and distance - like no other" - erica e. goode (1994) // before i fall (2017) // unknown // succession (2018-2023) // unknown // stranger things (2016-) // the perpetual calendar of inspiration - vera nazarian (2010)
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swordhearte · 8 months
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Do you not think your brother loves you? He's not here.
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hermywolf · 2 years
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supernatural is just dean winchester collecting children like pokemon cards for fifteen years straight
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delulu4dean · 9 months
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No Doctors (Sam and Dean Winchester x sibling!reader)
Warnings: needles I guess
Parings: sam Winchester X sibling!reader, Dean Winchester x sibling!reader
Prompt: you’re a hunter scared of needles idk I went to urgent care the other day and I hate needles.
Word Count: 1,044
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Sam, Dean, and you, their younger, nineteen year old half sibling have seen a lot, obviously. Hunters? You see vampires, werewolves, ghosts. But as a Winchester you see so much more. The three of you have saved the world quite a few times. It is safe to say not much phases the Winchesters.
But you, Y/N Winchester has one big fear, needles. When Sam injected Demon Dean with human blood, you could not watch. It wasn’t because of your big brother’s yells of pain, but because you cannot even look at a needle. So when Sam and Dean told you that you HAD to see a doctor, you put it off until it was too late. Now your legs were covered in red spots. The spots were not inflamed or itching. They looked like bleeding under the skin, which means its less like a rash. Google did not help ease Sam and Dean’s worries about you.
“Y/N damn it, we have to rule out anything serious,” Dean told you.
“I am fine,” you insisted.
“Google says you have one week to live,” your older brother furrowed his eyebrows, showing you his google search on his smart phone.
“Google is not a doctor,” you rolled your eyes.
“That is why we have to take you to a doctor. Right Sam?”
Sam nods in agreement.
“Look, if Cas was here, he could figure it out, but he isn’t. We are going to urgent care,” Dean demanded. “Now get your ass to my car.”
You looked over to Sam and back to Dean, fear in your eyes. You knew what this meant, bloodwork. You could not do bloodwork. Just seeing a needle makes you sick to your stomach. The last time you had bloodwork done, you threw up. When you had to get your Covid vaccines, you took your brothers with you. It worked because they ended up getting theirs as well, but when it came to your turn, your brothers had to distract you so you didnt see the needle. You held Dean’s hands and almost broke his fingers as the needle went into your flesh.
“Dean, doctors are scary. All they do is poke at you with needles,” you frowned at your older brother.
“Sam and I will both be there by your side,” Dean insisted.
And so here you are now. The walking to the lab with your brothers at your side. You look for all possible exists to run out of here, but you know its no use. Dean would drag you back if he has to. The lab nurse sits you down in the chair and looks for a good vein. Shit. It’s going to happen. Your eyes follow her hands as she pulls out all the tubes that will be soon filled with your blood. The things is you’re not grossed out by the idea of seeing your own blood, its kind of cool actually. But knowing how it gets in there is too much.
You see her take out the needle and your instincts kick in. You jump out of your seat before your brothers push you back. Dean holds you down on the chair and you look at him with tears in your eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that kid,” Dean sighs, a guilty expression coming across his face. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I am fine! And when we find out that nothing is wrong you’re going to be sorry,” you spit.
Sam holds the hand of the arm that the nurse will draw blood from, not just to keep it steady, but to calm you down.
“You are a fighter, you are strong, you got this,” Sam tells you. “Just don’t look, and then you won’t feel it, okay?” You nod at Sam. “Attagirl. Now don’t look at me, or else you’ll see the needle too. Look at Dean.”
“Yeah, look at me,” Dean cuts in. You look up at your eldest brother. “Good job.”
“I’m not a child,” you remind Dean.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re a kid compared to Sam and I,” Dean chuckles.
“Well yeah, Sam is old and you’re ancient,” you tease.
“Ancient?” Dean fakes an offended expression.
“Yeah. So ancient that when the Egyptians built the pyramids, they looked at you and said ‘Wow that man is ancient.’”
Sam laughs but plays it off as a cough when Dean shoots a look at him. You feel a cotton ball on your arm as the nurse wraps the bandage on your arm.
“All done,” she smiles. “You can go to the waiting room and as soon as we get your results, you’ll be notified.”
You’re surprised and relieved to find out its done and over with. And you didn’t feel a thing.
“You did it kid,” Dean smiles at you.
“We are proud of you,” Sam ruffles your hair.
“I’m almost twenty don’t talk to me like I’m a child,” you get up and push past your brothers.
They follow you into the waiting room and sit by your side. Sam wraps an arm around you while you’re all pouty and embarrassed.
“We aren’t babying you or anything,” Sam sighs. “You have a genuine fear, and you faced it. We know you’re an adult. You are capable of doing a lot, you are a badass hunter. A Winchester.”
You nod, not so confidently. You and your brothers watch the TV in the waiting room where some old cowboy movie is playing. Dean is loving it, but you just want to get your results and go back home. After twenty minutes, a doctor comes out with a clipboard.
“You are fine, your blood came back clean. And over the counter rash cream should be able to help. You are free to go home,” she tells you.
Dean scoffs, and Sam looks confused. To be fair, you don’t understand either, you know its not a rash, it doesn’t look like a rash. But it can’t be what Dean looked up either if the bloodwork came back clean so its clearly nothing serious. As the doctor walks away, you glare at your older brothers.
“See, I knew bloodwork was a waste of time.”
Dean shrugs as Sam says, “Better safe than sorry.”
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