cordelia

just a girl with a hobby 16 | they/them

[crowleysno1fan]

ෆ°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚,

𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏' 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 .ᐟ

𐚁⊹₊ ⋆ ♯ 𝟢𝟪 ⸝⸝ 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒/𝗌𝗁𝖾 ⸝⸝ 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋 .ᐟ.ᐟ 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘯 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 ⸝⸝ 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯 ⸝⸝ 𝘑2𝘔 𝘭𝘶𝘷𝘳 ༯ 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅 ﹒𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 divider credits @lavendergalactic ⸝⸝ @strangergraphics inspired by a lot of ppl - i thought this style was cute ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

[crowleysno1fan]

Rock 'n Roll Mornings

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ Dean Winchester x GN!Reader no use of Y/N,, 516 wrds,, NO SMUT,, not proofread!

You wake up to the sound of someones dog barking, rolling over and groaning into the pillow you feel the familiar feeling of Dean’s arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you close to his chest.

“‘s too early, go back to sleep,” he grumbles sleepily in your ear. You can’t help but giggle and shimmy back around to face him. You take in the way his mouth is slightly parted, how his lashes graze his cheekbones, and how he has a small wrinkle between his brows from knitting them together in his sleep. 

“Is someone still tuckered out from last night?” You tease suggestively, grinning as he opens his eyes and shoots you an unimpressed look. 

“No, someone just wouldnt stop movin’ in their sleep and made it very difficult to stay asleep,” he explains, his voice thick with sleep. 

With an eye roll and a murmur about how theres a whole other bed in the room for him to sleep on, you get up and stretch before quickly finding clothes scattered across the floor. After a few minutes of struggling, you manage to dress yourself, shoes and all. 

“I’ll go to the gas station across the street, I’ll get you a coffee. Be dressed when I come back,” you say as you make your way out the door, leaving fast enough to not hear Dean’s protesting about leaving him behind. 

Once outside the stingy room, you take a deep breath and begin the short hike across the street. The sound of a bell greets you as you enter the joint, smiling at the cashier, you make your way to the back where the coffee is. Pouring yourself a coffee, you dump a few sugars into it before beginning to pour Deans. Straight black, no funny business, is what he told you the first time you asked what he wanted in it. As you’re putting lids onto the cups, a sandwich catches your eye, you grab it as you walk up to the cashier. 

Walking back across the street, you see the dog that you believe woke you up, shooting the owner a tight-lipped smile, you both go into your respected rooms. As you walk inside, you’re greeted with the sight of Dean lacing up his boots while nodding his head along to Why Can’t This Be Love by Van Halen. Snorting, you throw the sandwich you bought at him, and set his coffee down onto the table. He grins and stands up, walking up to you. 

“You got something against Van Halen, sweetheart?” He asks, sitting down at the table and taking a sip of the coffee you bought. 

“No, Dean, I just think its funny how dorky you look whenever you listen to a song you like,” you tease, sitting across from him, and opening the lore book you had opened last night.  “Not as dorky as you look whenever you read those damn books,” he replies as he chews his food. Rolling your eyes, you gently kick his shin from underneath the table. He chuckles with his mouth full before another bite.

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୭ ˚. ᵎᵎˎˊ˗ I have been having such BAD WRITERS BLOCK its not even funny... this was originally gonna be angst but then van halen came on while I was writing this (hence the mention of the song) and I decided against angst! I also thought about maybe writing a pt 2 to this but idk cuz I feel like it'd be weird if a MINOR wrote something even related to something smutty.. IDK LMK (please). ALSO please please PLEASE give me feedback, I wanna improve so bad so I am literally BEGGING someone tell me what I could do differently (excluding how I end stories...)

[craigslisthorses]

we stray further from god every time a Saddlebred is bred

[crowleysno1fan]

it breaks my heart whenever i see people hating on saddlebreds 💔💔💔💔 cuz wdym my sweet baby is an abomination

hes a little ugly but he’s 3 so he’ll grow into it 😔😔😔

[lesbiandeanwinchester04]

[crowleysno1fan]

Cowboys and Bullrides

𐚁⊹₊ ⋆ Cowboy!Dean Winchester x Reader no use of Y/N ⸝⸝ 346 wrds ⸝⸝ NO SMUT

Dean had spent all of his teens–and most of his twenties–dreaming of this. The Cheyenne Frontier Days. The biggest rodeo in North America. And now, he was showing in it. Best part? You were right there with him.

“I’m almost nervous,” he admitted with a small laugh, nodding towards the empty arena as the two of you stood in the stands. “Haven’t been in a place this big before.”

“As if that bulls gonna make it ten feet outta the gate,” you teased. 

Dean rolled his eyes and wraps his arm around your waist, spinning both of you around and towards the exit. The rhythmic sound of your boots on the gravel occupy filled the silence between you two, your thoughts drifting as Dean kept talking. 

“–but I’m hopin’ for.. Are you even listening to me?” he asked, leaning down with a smirk.

“Funny you think I ever do,” you snorted, shoving his face away playfully. 

He scoffed but didn’t miss a beat, launching back into his rambling about bulls, scores, and gates. Thats when you realised–he was nervous.

“Babe,” you interrupted gently, stopping in your tracks. “You’ve got ten whole days of this. You’re gonna be fine.” You pressed a hand to his chest and looked up at him with a grin, “Besides, I thought cowboy’s werent afraid of anything.” 

Dean let out a breathy laugh, “I’m more… no, yeah–I’m scared shitless.” he admitted, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Can ya blame me? Thousands of people watchin’? I’m used to a few hundred. Hell, maybe even fifty if I’m lucky. 

You reached up, resting your hand on the back of his neck. Standing on your toes, you pulled him down into a kiss–quick, but full of warmth. When you pulled back, both hands framed his face. 

“You’re gonna be fine,” you said again, thumbs brushing against his cheekbones. “It’s normal to feel like puking before your first time in the ring.” 

He nodded, leaning in for another kiss, this one slower, steadier. And when he pulled away, he looked just a little less scared. 

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₍^. .^₎⟆ we are once again ignoring how I used beau as the photo!! this may or may not be me projecting the need to see john crimber at a rodeo (thank you tiktok). ALSO I think I rushed this a little so im sorry if its all over the place

[deanwinchestersgirl8734]

[crowleysno1fan]

A Cowboys Stetson

𐚁⊹₊ ⋆ Cowboy!Dean x Reader no use of YN ⸝⸝ 522 wrds ⸝⸝ NO SMUT .ᐟ.ᐟ

The crowd roars as he rounds the last barrel, his horse galloping to the gate, and when he crosses the line, the announcer’s voice bellows through the arena, stating his time. “Fifteen point seven seconds!”

After a few more events, and a buttload of shots, Dean finally joins you in the stands. 

“You havin’ fun?” he asked, handing you a bucket of sugar-covered doughnuts. “Are you having fun?” you joke, taking the bucket and leaning into him, giggling. 

It takes him a moment but after looking down at you with an amused expression, he realises you’ve been drinking. “Throwing a few back without me I see..” He voiced with an amused smile. You look up at him with a large grin and nod, shoving a few doughnuts into your mouth. 

It’s not like you were heavily drinking–just a couple shots when Dean wasn’t in the ring, just enough to make the lights shine a little brighter, and to make his smile look extra pretty. 

He jokingly scoffed at you before standing up and stretching out his hand, coaxing you to get up. Reluctantly, you do. “I wanted to watch gymkhana,” you whine, stumbling beside him as the two of you walk away from the rodeo grounds. 

“We’ll be back tomorrow, don’t worry, sweetheart.” He reassures gently. Once the two of you are a few yards away from the grounds, the soft rumble of music can be heard. He circles around you before mirroring his position from before; an outstretched hand. “Now, I know dancing isn’t your thing. But bear with me?” he drawled, a lazy grin on his face. You drunkenly take his hand and giggle, the two of you clumsily swaying to the music. He eventually spins you around, letting go of your hand in the process. Before you can register it, he’s stepping back–then suddenly, he’s not standing at all. 

He laughs nervously before speaking, “Sweetheart… We’ve been together for years, oh God, I’m not good with words n’all, you know that,” he pauses, exhaling shakily, “I had a whole speech memorised.” He laughs. 

You stare at him with wide and watery eyes, waiting for him to say the words. He murmurs your name gently, looking at you hopefully, “will you do me the honours and make me the happiest man on earth? Will you marry me?” 

“Yes! Oh my God, yes!” you cheer, presenting your hand for him to slide the ring onto your finger. He clumsily shoves the box back into his pocket and stands, his hands going to your waist and lips finding yours.  He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes with so much love. The rodeo can still be heard, the music had stopped minutes ago, the air filled with loud cheers once more. Dean backs away slightly, one of his hands grabbing his stetson and placing it onto your head. The hat’s too big, slipping down over your eyes, and Dean just chuckles, tilting it back so he can see your face again. “My cowgirl,” he murmurs, and damn if that doesn’t make you fall in love all over again.

masterlist divider - @strangergraphics

⋆˚꩜｡ I think I got a little lost at points but that's okay ⸝⸝ and we are going to ignore how the photo is of Beau... its BASICALLY the same person

[colorlessjay]

I always pictured Castiel to be the sad accepting type of jealous lover

Like, he gets jealous, but he doesn't act on it. He kinda just sits, stares, and looks on longingly, wishing it were him

Imagine with me:

Dean tries to make Cas' jealous, wanting that fun lil spice in their relationship. Wanting to see if Cas is gonna act on it and be all possessive

He does the smallest thing. They're at a bar and Dean just winks and nods at the pretty bartender who sends back her own flirtatious lil look

Dean turns to Cas, hoping to find his (they're in the dating stage) boyfriend looking fierce and angry

And he immediately panics cause Cas is giving him the biggest, saddest eyes known to man

Big blue and glassy. Like he's gonna cry but it's the type of cry of someone who's accepted they've lost

And Dean immediately goes to rectify his failure. Just ditches the bar entirely. Takes Cas out star gazing and showers him in love. Cause that look? That sad, forlorn look that ripped his heart out of his chest?

Dean is gonna dedicate his entire life to make sure Cas never looks that way again

[crowleysno1fan]

aw im gonna crash out

[crowleysno1fan]

𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ Worrying about the Winchesters can only get you so far 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ Father figure!Dean, teen!reader, GN reader, no use of (Y/N), small mentions of anxiety, let me know if I need more! 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ 562 words 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ Guys! its my first fic on here!!! (yippie), so please be mindful that theres probably formatting errors, other errors, and more errors... this is unedited, unbeta read (or whatever its called), un-literally everything. so take that with a grain of sand........ but also please PLEASE give me feedback on what I could work on, please enjoy!!! also be aware that this probably lowk sucks masterlist divider credits @pommecita prompt

Dean always made it his priority to make sure you went to school. When he first met you, he was working a case with Sam, after saving you, they sent you off with Jody. It seemed like the reasonable thing to do at the time. That was until you ran from Jody’s, writing a vague note stating that you were looking for Dean. 

Four years have passed since then, four years of Dean dotting over you like a hen, keeping you in check, keeping you safe. 

Today was like no other, you woke up to the insufferable sound of the two Winchesters bickering in the bunker, complained when you walked out for breakfast, and got ready to leave for school. 

“Me an’ Sam might not be home when you get back. Don’t be alarmed if we’re not back tomorrow night either. ‘Kay?” Dean explains to you as he drives you to school. Sighing, you nod in understanding. You understood that they had to cross state-lines, and sometimes had to drive across the country. Sometimes you went with them, but Dean didn’t want you missing school. 

“You behave, alright? You need anything, call me.” Dean instructs as he pulls up to the doors of your school. 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Dean. I’ll see you later.” You roll your eyes as you open the door once he parks. 

“See you, kiddo.” He waves with a softer smile, waiting till you enter the school before driving away.

Its been roughly a week since then. You obviously kept in touch with Dean, calling him every night, texting him during the day, and so on. So you knew he was staying in Olkahoma longer than he expected. But you couldn’t fight the anxiety that wouldn’t stop gnawing away at you.

What if he got hurt?

What if Sam got hurt?

What if they died?

So the moment you heard the bunkers door close, you practically sprinted to the two men. Alarmed, Dean dropped the bag he had been carrying and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Hey, hey.. What’s wrong?” He asks, taking in your alarmed state. You glance between him and Sam, unable to properly form words. You try a few times, but only sounds of what couldve been words leave your mouth. 

He looks at Sam for help, and he shrugs. “This is more your thing.. I-I’ll.. go over.. here.” He murmurs out awkwardly. Dean grunts out in slight annoyance before focusing back onto you. Strong hands guide you to a chair before he squats in front of you. He places his hands on your knees in attempt to ground you.

“Tell me what happened.” He murmurs gently.

“I don’t even know, I was just scared that maybe something bad happened to you guys.” You mumble out, almost embarrassed. 

Dean lets out a short laugh, “Sweetheart, you know that wouldn’t happen. Hell, I wouldn’t let that happen.” 

“But what if it does? What if one day you both leave and don’t come back?” You counter, your eyes full of anxiety and other outcomes.

Dean sighs, he squeezes your knees and drops his head. You both know that one day that will come. The two Winchesters will leave and either one or both wont return. So instead of providing you with words to comfort, he stands up, slightly slouched, and embraces you. 

[crowleysno1fan]

masterlist

started - jan. 18. 25

last updated - may. 14. 25

total works - 4

𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋

tell me what happened - father fig!dean, teen!reader, 562 wrds

A Cowboys Stetson - cowboy!dean, established relationship, 522 wrds

Cowboys and Bullrides - cowboy!dean, established relationship, 346 wrds

Rock 'n Roll Mornings - established relationship, 516 wrds

[stonenumberone]

SUPERNATURAL 1x16 Shadow

Be careful, boys.

[wayward-seraphim]

sam winchester, s1

[crowleysno1fan]

my shayla ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

[keen-eye]

dean’s discipline abuse towards sam

(part of a larger pilot - sacrifice edit but thought i’d post this ‘physical’ compilation now)

full edit is complete

[crowleysno1fan]

i think i was just stabbed & someone twisted the knife

[drulalovescas]

"Dean Winchester was such a womanizer" yet his longest relationship that closely mirrored a committed romantic relationship was with Castiel.

[crowleysno1fan]

they make me SICK.

[drulalovescas]

"Dean Winchester was such a womanizer" yet his longest relationship that closely mirrored a committed romantic relationship was with Castiel.

[qvir]

we are not talking enough about when dean asks "where's cas?" in camp chitaqua, and chuck says "he's not going anywhere" and i know they intended to say that he's so high and barely an angel that he can't go anywhere but it implies that cas would rather rot and decay than leaving dean's side, however ugly and nasty it gets

[crowleysno1fan]

awww

what if i killed myself ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[fatalisticme]

they should've let dean say this when they met the vampire alpha