#spn verse

[blackwatchxbandit]

@lostxndbroken

It has been awhile since he last saw Dean, the brothers had a few hunts that he couldn't get involved in. But that didn't mean the cowboy didn't keep an eye on the Winchesters, watching their backs from afar. His demonic sight was like a owls, he could see for miles even at night. Nothing could sneak past him.

A few months months passed by and autumn was creeping near, which meant all the creatures that go bump in the night would get more active. The boys would need a hand from more than just their angel. Cole rolled up to the bar the bar the Winchesters had stopped at for dinner and drinks after their hunt and he snuck up behind Dean, Sam who sat across from his brother noticed and tried to hide his smile by resting his hand against his fist.

"Can I buy your next drink, handsome?~" Cole asked in his thick western accent, a charming smile on his face when Dean whipped his head around to see him.

#lostxndbroken #spn verse

[voidtouched-blue]

@taleswritten semi-plotted starter for Dean Winchester

"Oh my gods! I love your costume! Can we take a picture with you?"

It took a lot of effort for the Imp to not wiggle her ears in delight of that admiring question. She looked up from the map in her hands to see three young human adults standing excitedly next to one another. Her starlit eyes glimmered in joy at their enthusiastic approach, a toothy grin spread across her lips in reply.

"But of course you may!" She folded up the map, flourishing her movements with a humbled bow as she stood up straight. "It would be my honest pleasure to become part of your living tapestry, noble lords and lady!"

The manner of speech akin to that of earlier ages came easy to the woman. After all, she was immortal to a degree. Cyra had lived during the very same ages that the modern peoples had tried so hard to replicate for entertainment such as this. Which is why the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire had taken her interest in the first place. Between the many events that peppered the waking hours of the faire's working time, and the scores of unique merchants that had managed to replicate and improve the methods of their ancestors had always been such a treat to witness and observe. While the magic that some of these 'metaphysical' traders claimed to possess had been nothing more than a room full of sneezed pixie dust, it was the marvel of the patrons that warmed her little fae heart.

The supernatural being tucked the map into her belt, holding her arms out beside her for the two who wanted her photograph to join her in the image. She rested those clawed fingers on their respective shoulders, held her pose and smile while the third grinned and tapped at their device. A few shared laughs and compliments, and the group had stepped away to continue their weekend adventure into the rest of the faire.

Every time she had showed up to these events, there were always a handful of curious humans who asked about her costume, how she was able to make the horns look so realistic, how her ears moved and felt like they were real, and a few other inquiries made in awe of her authenticity. Cyra was no stranger to the marvels of modern technology. While she didn't have these objects of electric convenience for herself, she did make a point to learn what they were used for, and to understand the basics in the event that she had been required to use a 'cell phone'.

Of course, it would be foolish for her to tell any of those passersby that everything she wore had either been an authentic relic of the past, or something she had been able to barter for from the various vendors at previous faires she'd visited. Of course, leather could be enchanted and made to last far longer without decay than if it had survived through the ages without her interference, but cloth would not be so lucky. It was to her great fortune that the choice to do pop-up vendors on occasion made her enough of that modern currency to keep her wardrobe well stocked for the next century. She had no doubt in her mind that this revelry of the past would continue well beyond its' amused relevance in current years.

Yet she had been drawn specifically to this venue in particular. Being born of one of the oldest Gods in human history, Cyra felt particularly connected to these events that held reverence for the slumbering deities that awaited their reawakening with the renewed human worship. While her service to Cernunnos had no longer held any sort of obligatory action on her part, it warmed her heart to know that there were some who still believed in the swarming mass of monotheistic believers. Gods only had power if they had prayers from the devoted. The only thing keeping them alive in their stasis was the natural human need to preserve their history. Of the many traits mankind had, this one was her favorite.

Cyra pulled the map back out from her belt, unfolding it and flipping it over to observe the list of events for that weekend in particular. It was interesting to see it mentioned that there would be a welcoming ceremony for the season of Fall, which- in itself wasn't peculiar as every faire had their own way to celebrate the change of seasons, but it was the rites mentioned that caught her attention. Born of the will of the Horned God, it would have been remiss of her to not to observe. After all, it wasn't often that humans even elected to offer worship freely to a God of Eld, much less one that represented mankind's harmony with nature. Yet it was the name of the ritual welcoming that had been incorrect in accordance with her own knowledge. Had this meant to be true to the annual traditions of their respective time, then there would not have been Latin in the summary of the event.

Without direct access to one of those portable world wide web devices, there was little she could find of the individuals responsible for organizing the event. Her role in this was merely meant to correct and educate the hosts on their level of authenticity. She could easily approach as an expert on the matter, albeit costumed. Perhaps she could get away with appearing as an interested party enthusiastic in playing her "role" appropriately as any good Imp would.

Where to start...now that is a good question!

The thought made her smile.

She turned the unfolded sheet over in her hands, returning to the enormous map of the faire grounds to see if she might arrive at the stage early and find it's organizers present. It was her hope that they would be open to receiving expert criticism of their rather lackluster choice to include Latin phrases in their chant. It was with a gentle nod, a silent approval for her resolve, that she folded the pamphlet back up and returned it to be tucked into her belt. Grabbing the staff that had been leaned up against the tree, she set off away from the food stalls that lined the dusted walkway towards the more wooded paths of the faire. Her tail flicked and swayed behind her for just a few seconds before she schooled it back into submission.

If she was going to appear as just an enthusiastic LARP-er, then her very real appendages needed to at least feel the part, too.

#taleswritten #;Dean Winchester #spn verse #ic

[protectxthem]

@gloireceleste asked: it's a fucking nightmare world , and the worst thing is it's real and we're living in it ( Balthazar with a drink in hand to Jack or Cael or even someone else if someone else wants it )

↪ 𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯 | Accepting

Cael chews on his own bottom lip. "I'm not drunk enough to have this conversation." He mumbles before blowing out a breath. "What happened now, Balthy? Who screwed up?"

#gloireceleste #Angel of Animals (Cael) #spn verse #(He's like so calm #it's adorable)

[demonmegcause]

“You can do this, Meg. I believe in you.” // Sadie @marvariants

Meg was in the hospital bed, pushing as hard as she could. “Where the hell is your uncle?” The demon was furious that the baby daddy wasn’t here. She didn’t want to have this baby without Bucky but the baby had other plans.

#marvariants #SPN verse

[nessa-mayfield]

𝑺𝑷𝑵 𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺

(Okay, so until I've got the proper bio done, here's the basics for Vanessa's Supernatural verse)

✘ Overachiever, perfectionist

✘ she tried to be the perfect student, the perfect daughter

✘ still works any job opportunity she can get in order to help out

✘ one of those gigs was a tutoring one

✘her student — Justin, got to her house before she did

✘ unbeknownst to Vanessa, her student was currently being hunted

✘ and she'd soon find out why

✘ she comes home to find it in total disarray, unable to help the scream she lets out at seeing Justin 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 her sister

✘ he was a rugaru

✘ her scream drew his attention to her & seconds later, she's fighting for her life

✘ and trying not to puke at the blood — 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺'𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥...

✘ thankfully, Nessa doesn't have to fight for long before she's being saved by two guys

✘ learning later, that it's Sam & Dean Winchester

✘ she doesn't let them get away that easily though, following them and insisting they teach her about this world she didn't know existed

✘ even going as far as telling them, dead serious; “𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.”

✘ she wins and soon she's joining them on hunts, using that perfectionism to learn as much as she can about everything.

✘ plagued by nightmares of the scene, of losing her sister, her mother...

✘ but she doesn't want either brother thinking she's weak, so she keeps those nightmares, that survivors guilt to herself

✘ just eager to help

✘ because saving people didn't sound so bad

#bios #spn bio #spn oc #Supernatural oc #supernatural verse #spn verse #multiverse oc #it's just the basics #somewhere to start so i can interact with spn characters #but I'll have her proper spn verse up soon #spn #spn rp

[stellernorth]

i spent this year as a ghost and i’m not sure what i’m looking for / i spent this year as a ghost and i’m not sure where home is anymore - came out swinging by the wonder years

double-knit scarf

#the wonder years #knitting #post i made #lyrics #pop punk #knitted while watching supernatural…. #honestly the lyrics of this song i hold closest is the final verse that's repeated 3 times but it can't rlly be split up and it would make #a very long scarf! #ghosts #crafts #suburbia i've given you all and now i'm nothing #came out swinging #like really knitted watching spn imagine me watching 7x17 and knitting furiously out of nervous energy lol

[lanevra]

#destiel #spn #supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #dean/cas #winter sun #fanart #mafia au #fanfiction #fanfic #slash fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o #a/b/o verse #a/b/o au #alpha cas #omega dean

[elliebirdwrites]

In the 14 years I’ve been on tumblr this is the funniest fucking thing to ever cross my dash.

#pit babe the series #omegaverse #reading omega verse in spn fandom circa 2007 never prepared me for this

[kateblankett]

thinking about how the reason why most angel names end in -el (gabriel, michael, samael etc) is because El means God or messenger of god in Hebrew and how Cas is just Castiel without the god part so Dean by giving Cas that nickname is basically separating Cas from his shitty absent dad and giving him own identity and seeing him as his own person rather than an extension of god/heaven and i’m not saying Dean did this intentionally or that he even knows about the meaning of the suffix but it’s just so so correct and perfect i love them so much help

#LIKE HELLO?????? #also dean might well know about it since both him and sam know some latin/sanskrit etc and generally are versed in biblical lore #so yeah im crying #destiel #spn #dean winchester #castiel #deancas #supernatural

[zepskies]

A Little Danger

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-sized!Reader (Latina)

Summary: While relaxing together in the bunker, Dean takes your playful teasing to a new level. (And he’s too horny to care about the consequences.)

AN: Couch sex, basically. This is another one for the Espresso-verse! Includes a call back to Devour Me.

Word Count: 2K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Smutty smut in a semi-public place. Hair pulling, flirty teasing, endearments, “twist” ending.

Start from the beginning of the series: ⤵️

☕ Midnight Espresso Masterlist

Usually, Dean likes the feeling of your fingers running through his hair.

Like now, on a rare day of quiet relaxation after a long hunt. When Mary’s out and Sam’s on a grocery run. And Dean’s laid out across the couch in the library, arms crossed, earbuds in while Zeppelin’s “Going to California” plays in stereo, his head and shoulders resting against your plush thigh.

Your feet are propped up on the coffee table, your mostly bare legs crossed at the ankles. You have a book in one hand while you’ve been absently massaging his head…

But when you start to get weary of reading, in your boredom, your clever fingers become less soothing through his light brown hair, and more playful in their ministrations. You start to push his hair in the opposite direction, making it spike forward in disarray.

Dean frowns. You can’t see it, but you sense the change, in the way he stops bobbing his head lightly in time with the music.

You bite back a smile and continue your little game, even tugging a little on the strands when you push them forward. Like rubbing a cat the wrong way.

Letting out an annoyed breath through his nose, Dean takes out one earbud.

“What. Are you doing?” he asks.

It takes everything within you not to laugh.

“You’re my erizito,” you reply, smiling. You take a peek at his profile and catch the way his brows furrow.

“What the hell’s that?” he asks.

“My little hedgehog,” you translate the Spanish endearment for him, and you tease him, tugging again on his soft strands.

You finally have to giggle at the way he looks back at you from the corner of his eye. You get maybe one more time to sweep your fingers through his hair the wrong way, before he grabs your hand and turns over.

Your resulting squeal turns into laughter when he yanks his earbuds off and plucks your book out of your hand.

“Eh, eh! Don’t lose my place,” you warn, stopping him from closing the book all the way. He allows you to dog-ear your page, but he then tosses the book onto the coffee table to join his phone and earbuds.

“Come ‘ere,” he mutters.

Then he grabs your crossed legs and manhandles you beneath him on the couch. You allow it with a yelp of surprise and much giggling when he jostles you, pulling you down by your hips. Dean lowers himself between your legs, where he’s so often welcome, and settles his body over yours.

You smirk in his face. His hair is all kinds of fucked up.

He can see you’re admiring your handiwork. Little hedgehog, huh?

With a shake of his head, he bows down and silences your teasing with a kiss.

Your eyes fall closed. You breathe in and utter a sound of contentment. You frame his face with your hands and follow the familiar dance of his lips against yours.

A delicious push and pull that has his teeth grazing your full lower lip, sucking it into his mouth, his fingers tangling in your hair. His other arm is perched high above your head, giving him leverage to completely cage you with his broad, heavy frame.

But it’s a good heavy. You like the feel of him laid out over you, protective and claiming all at once. And he likes the feeling of every soft curve of yours; thighs, breasts, and soft middle all a welcoming place for him to rest—and then ravage.

His lips veer away from your mouth, allowing you both to catch your breath. He burns a warm, sloppy path along your jawline. You wrap your arms around him and splay your hands across his back. They slide lower as he moves down, and down your neck.

“Babe,” you prompt quietly in his ear. You can’t help but smile. “We’ve gotten in trouble on this couch before.”

As in, you both have been caught buck ass naked and tangled together on this couch. By his brother. Twice.

Dean smirks, just before he starts to tease the shell of your ear with his tongue.

“Tell me you don’t like a little danger,” he says. 

Right, you think, with a shudder at his tongue. Or, he just has no fucking shame.

You have to giggle regardless. The trembling in your chest moves both of you, makes the shape of Dean’s smile press into your skin. He continues his downward path and rucks up your shirt.

Your knees bend further on reflex and squeeze his hips when his tongue dips between your breasts, still pushed up by your bra. You arch your back so he can slip a hand under your back and unclip the white lace. He slides it off your body, along with getting your shirt up and over your head.

Your hands dive under his layers of red plaid and black undershirt, sliding up and down the smooth slopes of his back, grazing with your nails, getting him worked up enough to have him yank off the layers himself.

He’s left in his jeans, which begin to find friction against your clothed center through the little shorts you often wear around the bunker. Dean both likes them and hates them.

Likes them, because you fill them out well, and he likes getting a handful of your ass (like he’s doing now, while he begins to rock the hard bulge in his jeans against your core while kissing you hungrily).

He also hates these little spandex shorts, because he’d rather his brother not get to see you in them. Still, Dean gets too much enjoyment out of slipping his fingers under them, squeezing your thigh, letting his thumb brush down towards your center.

Already your pussy’s throbbing.

“Need you,” you pant against his lips.

It’s been a bit too long since you two have had this kind of time alone together, not to mention the energy to fool around. It’s making you not really give a fuck about being out in the open in the middle of the library, when your shared bedroom is just down the hall.

Dean nods, then he finally palms one of your breasts like he’s reacquainting himself with an old friend. He rolls a budding nipple between his fingers and moans when he gets the other into his mouth, swirling with his tongue.

He drags a moan out of you too. You delve your hand into his wrecked hair and grip tight to keep him there.

You find yourself writhing underneath him, your hips rolling against his with need.

“Dean…” Your voice is pleading.

“Okay, I gotcha,” he says against your skin. He drags down your little shorts by the hem and reveals bare ass against the couch cushions. He hums with interest. “No panties today?”

“Surprised you didn’t notice,” you quip.

Though you do the work of unclipping his belt and helping him shimmy out of the jeans, letting them pool to the floor alongside your clothes. You roll down his boxer briefs far enough to let his cock spring free. He grabs your arm and utters a deep groan at the way you handle him, with a gentle but firm hand along his shaft.

“Guess I’ve been distracted,” he admits. He presses a forehead against your shoulder and bucks into your hand, the more you tease him. “Fuck, how long’s it been since—”

“A couple weeks,” you answer him. You begin to kiss down his neck, occasionally nipping his skin. “Too long.”

“Too damn long,” he agrees, with another sound of pleasure. He stops your hand so he can concentrate on getting you ready. He slips a long finger down your slit and between the wet folds of your pussy, where you’re already soaking for him, coating his digit.

“Fuck,” he mutters again, “all this for me, baby?”

You breathe a laugh and drag your nails down the back of his neck. “Always.”

Dean grins. Just to be thorough, he slips two fingers into your wet channel. He revels at the way you hold him close by the back of his neck and moan encouragements into his ear. But you cry out when his thumb finds your clit, and circles it with precision. Then the rest of his fingers open you up and rub against your most sensitive places.

As your inner walls tighten, so does your hand; it moves back into his hair so you have something better to hold onto. 

“Dean,” you utter a warning. He nods and withdraws his hand from inside you. He peeks over the couch again, just to make sure no one’s coming. You both know this is about to be quick and dirty.

You both are panting when he grasps your hips and gives himself a better angle. You hook your thighs around his waist and give him an encouraging nod. With that, Dean positions himself at your entrance and slowly sheathes his cock deep inside you.

You release a shuddering breath, pressing your head back into the cushions. Your hair is a tangled mess fanning underneath you. He still has a hand planted on the couch’s arm above your head; you grasp his arm for stability. Dean rubs one of your thighs, in part to also get himself together as your inner walls spasm tight around him.

Fuck, it has been a while.

But he’s making up for lost time. He gives you long, steady strokes at first, letting you feel every inch of his cock as he drives back into you. A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine and you arch against him, your hands clasped on his arms.

Your heels pressing into his ass spur him on and speed up his rhythm, until he’s hitting so hard and deep against your cervix that it almost hurts. It’s a mix of intense pleasure tinged with that briefest bit of pain as he also hits your G-spot over and over.

But a few purposeful swipes of his thumb over your clit ensures that you come with him when he finally spills into you. He buries his face where your neck meets your shoulder, and a ragged grunt rolls from his throat as his release truly hits him.

You hold him to you, your own thighs quivering along with his last few strokes inside you. That hot coil snaps and you let out a gasping moan—one he swallows up with a deep kiss.

“Jesus,” you breathe, after he releases your lips. Dean catches his breath and gives you a shrug, despite his smug grin.

You smirk and once again sweep your hand through his ridiculous hair. It’s even more wild than before. You pull your hands through it, sliding down his neck on both sides. 

“I stand corrected,” you say slyly. “Now you’re my erizote.”

Dean snorts. “And that would be?”

“My big hedgehog,” you tease.

Dean rolls his eyes, even as his face warms. He tries not to laugh in the face of your unending giggles.

Neither of you register the footsteps coming closer until it’s just about too late.

“Dean, are you—Oh!”

His face falls, and his eyes widen when they meet his mother’s over the back of the couch.

“Shit!” he exclaims, covering you with his body when you gasp. But it’s not really you that you’re worried about her seeing.

No mother should have to see her adult son’s naked ass.

Mary stands there behind the couch with her hand over her eyes.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t see…anything,” she says. Usually she’s a better liar.

“I’m so sorry, Mary,” you try to say, but she waves you off.

“Just…clean the sofa. Okay, guys?” she says. Then she walks away without looking back.

Dean grimaces like he’s in pain.

“Sorry, Mom,” He calls to her retreating back.

He releases a breath and lowers his forehead into the crook of your neck. Your body shakes with involuntary giggles while you hold him, soothing him with a caress of his cheek. He’s still buried deep inside you, but by now he’s released your thighs from being wrapped around his hips.

“At least it wasn’t Sam this time,” you offer.

“I don’t know what’s worse at this point,” Dean grumbles.

You bite your lip. “Well, I mean, I did warn you—”

Dean gives you a playful slap on the ass to shut you up. But your resulting squeal and laughter just makes him smile.

AN: 😅 This one-shot started out innocent, I swear. What was once a simple "chilling on the couch" drabble turned into smut somehow, but I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think. 😘

Keep Reading:

Next up in this series is "In Bad Weather." It acts as the finale of the Espresso-verse, though I'm still writing stories within the world to fill in the gaps when different prompts come to mind:

Summary: You and Dean tackle the biggest possible monkey wrench in your relationship yet: could Chuck have been manipulating you two all along? [Set in S15 - “Fix It” for season finale]

▶️ Next Story: In Bad Weather

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[vpzllx]

Spider-verse Tweets pt3

honestly i was gonna do some spiderverse messages as ur significant other but idk tell me if y’all would like that

this was kinda short but take it as it is 😘

#smau imagines #smau #spidersona #spiderman #spn #spiderverse fanart #across the spiderverse #spider man x reader #spider man 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #sunghoon social media au #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales × reader #earth 42 miles x reader #pavitr my beloved #spider punk #hobie spiderverse #hobie brown #hobie headcanons #pavitr #hobie #peter b #ats fanart #gwenmiles #gwen stacy #spider gwen #margo #ghost spider #spiderverse spoilers

[blackwatchxbandit]

Christmas eve

@lostxndbroken

The boys deserved a nice holiday for once. So Cole had taken it upon himself to bring christmas to the bunker. With some help from Castiel they not only got to decorate the bunker, they had lots of food and drinks and gifts. But it wasn't all for their Winchesters, they managed to get ahold some of the brother's friends and fellow hunters they were close to that were still alive and made this a real lively party.

Sam and Dean had gone out on a mini hunt a couple hours ago, a fake hunt to distract them that ended up just being a scavenger hunt around town. They wouldn't found out quickly that it wasn't a real hunt but they went along since Cole had put alot of effort into making it fun for the brothers could have some good quality time together. And they did a few activities and games had been arranged in the fake hunt that their inner child really enjoyed. After three hours the last clue brought them back to the bunker where they were greeted by everything decorated in holly and colorful lights. The scent or pine, christmas cookies and smoked meat filled the air. When they went down the stairs the group cheered "Merry Christmas!" to welcome the Winchesters home.

Cole was at the front of the group to meet the boys wearing a santa outfit. Both his hair and beard made white and the red outfit was very snug on his muscular body with most of his chest uncovered. Nothing too sexy that would be inappropriate around the guests, but enough that he knew would drive Dean nuts.

#lostxndbroken #spn verse

[voidtouched-blue]

send FORGED for a scene from my muse's past that they think made them stronger in the long run (pick a verse. any verse)

-Supernatural verse because I have nothing as detailed on that one as the other ones. YOLO

Fae Imps are not often chosen as familiars for witches and warlocks, but when Cyra had been approached by a young woman seeking a partner and not a magically inclined slave, it brought humans into an all new light for her.

She had always been skeptical, wondering when the woman would drop the facade and get greedy with the terms of their agreement. Yet, time and time again over the two centuries she had been in the woman's service was she proven wrong.

It's hard to understand for most fae just how fleeting and short the lives of humans are. But the two hundred years she spent with her human still hadn't felt like enough time. The woman had shown her that not every contract between fey and witch needed to be built on greed on either side. So, when the hunters of Europe came knocking on the door to her human master, threatening all manner of things if she didn't provide her services with her familiar to their group. But the brave witch stood her ground.

She explained to them how important it was to forge partnerships with familiars and not take from them as they had done throughout history. It was in that moment that Cyra realized that the woman had been a treasure in her own right. Not only had she dissolved the contract they had made in order to keep the imp safe, but she had sacrificed herself in doing so.

This moment of being shown the compassion and kindness of the human soul had been so important to her that she took it upon herself to take on the woman's appearance. Of course she couldn't hide her impish features in full, but that was nothing a bit of illusion couldn't fix. Despite the violence that the fae held in her heart after the witch's death, she had come to realize that kindness she had shown her was being sullied by this hatred she still held within herself for the people who took her precious friend from her. That heroic act to protect her from those that would use exploit her magical abilities for their own crusade had been what inspired her to offer compassion in place of anger.

It was for the influence of one human woman alone that gave her the courage to try and live among them in disguise, and the strength of her bond with that soul long passed that aided her in staying her hands from violence for the sake of vengeance.

#headcanon #spn verse #taleswritten thank you for this!

[protectxthem]

@jchnwinchester [x]

"Morning handsome." He teased, slowly sitting up and rubbing at his own face. "Demons I think. Maybe a vampire. Remember tripping. Did you carry me here? Or did you drag me?"

#Immortal Captain (Jack Harkness) #spn verse #jchnwinchester #there's a room where the queue can't find you

[not-supernatural]

#HELLO #i wasnt paying attention to bible verses in s1 so i didnt even notice this #s01e21 #spn

[holyfreaks]

February 1999.

The first time Sam smokes weed, it's through Dean's teeth.

It's a freezing cold night somewhere in the middle of Wisconsin. Dad's gone again. Dean was reluctant to share with Sam at first, but those pleading eyes get him every damn time.

Dean takes the first drag. He inhales slowly and deeply, trying not to cough. His eyes grow heavy as it flows through him.

“Dean? Can I try? Please?”

Dean sighs out smoke. He locks eyes onto his little brother. He pulls him towards him. Sam climbs onto his lap, straddling him. Those fucking eyes. Staring into his fucking soul. Dean takes another drag, holding it between his lips. Then he pulls Sam even closer, until their lips brush. He blows the smoke into Sam. Sam inhales deeply, eyes wide, heart pounding. His head grows hazy and heavy.

He's not entirely sure if it's from the weed or Dean.

#wincest #samdean #weirdcest #spn #stoner!dean #nep's writing #nep's fanfic #fanfic #weechesters #family tree 'verse