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[familiarsam-deactivated20171209]

Can we talk about Dean Smith and Benny with a baby, please?

Imagine them taking time off work when their son is born so they can both be there 24/7.

Benny’s super nurturing. He’s always the first one to snuggle the baby against his chest just because he can, even if it means lying on the couch staring at the ceiling for hours just because he doesn’t want to disturb him. Dean’s a little more awkward at first. He’s afraid he’ll drop the baby if he holds him. Benny just laughs his deep rumbly laugh, shifts the baby in one arm, and brings Dean in close with the other so he can hold them both.

Once it’s time to move on from formula, Dean and Benny make their own baby food. Dean has obsessively researched the specific dietary needs of a child at every stage of development. Benny’s always been good in the kitchen, and Dean has a knack for finding a variety of really good, fresh, healthy ingredients. They try out all different kinds of meals, and Dean keeps track of the ones that the baby likes best so he can tweak the recipes accordingly.

Dean’s a worrier. He freaks out over every cough and sneeze. The only thing keeping him from running to the emergency room on a weekly basis is Benny’s calm, soothing voice telling him they’ve been through this, that noise is normal, babies cough sometimes, they’re tougher than you think. Even with the reassurances, he and Benny don’t have sex for over a month because Dean runs to the baby’s room whenever he hears a noise over the monitor.

When Dean has to go back to Sandover, Benny stays home. He makes jokes about being Dean’s kept man and househusband. He texts and calls Dean several times a day to update him on the baby’s every move and sends pictures of the baby smiling, pouting, looking up at him with mushy food smeared all over his chubby little face and hands, and sleeping on Benny’s chest. Dean has to stop himself from showing every single one of the pictures to his coworkers and gushing about his perfect child.

He limits it to two a day.

Dean always rushes home as soon as possible. He realizes that his attitude at work may be ruining his chance at being promoted, but when he gets home in time to see Benny gently spooning mashed peas and turkey into their son’s mouth while his and Dean’s dinner simmers on the stove, he finds he really doesn’t give a damn.

[dailygumbopie]

Romance p.1 (BennyDean)

Dean always liked romantic things.

He always enjoyed giving or receiving flowers, of nice candle lit dinners, of warm baths with colorful and amazing smelling bath bombs or salts. Of coffee and a simple breakfast in bed on a weekend, to late night walks holding hands. To having picnics by a lake and swimming naked where no one could see him and his partner.

But it wasn’t easy admitting it. The guys he dated had little to no interest in it, and the girls seemed to like it but they also expected him to not like it and be the typical bad boy. It wasn’t easy to figure out if he had bad taste or if he just wasn’t good enough.

So Dean simply stopped doing it. Maybe he made breakfast once or twice for his boyfriends and bought flowers for his girlfriends, but the relationships never lasted anyway.

Then, after his relationship with Lisa had ended but they seperated as friends, there came Benny waltzing into his life.

It was a colleauge of his father who introduced them. Benny had just started working as a mechanic. Previously he’d been a fisherman with his father, but after his father’s death and the work simply not being sustainable, he decided on another route.

They connected immediately, and one day Dean invited the man over for some coffee. The coffee went cold as they moved from the couch to Dean’s bedroom to continue making out.

As they kept seeing each other, Dean got more nervous. He really liked Benny, and don’t get him wrong, the sex was absolutely incredible. He wanted more though, but he didn’t know how it would work.

Benny was a man. A buff guy with a manly beard and moustache, a love for beer and while he loved fish, he’d drool over a steak cooked rare. Dean couldn’t imagine how things would work romantically when Benny probably was just like all the other guys. Not an ounce of romance in them as they rolled their eyes or gagged at the mention of flowers or dinners.

That’s at least what Dean thought until he came home to his apartment after a long day of work one Friday afternoon, and there was a new vase with a bouqet of roses and an envelope with his name handwritten on it on his kitchen table.

[floristbenny]

It’s a bottom!benny kinda day tbh

[gimmefangsandfun]

its always a bottom!benny kind of day

i always imagine the first time Benny bottoms for Dean it’s a morning where they’ve been teasing each other for an hour, rutting their hard cocks up against each other, hot breathed kisses and moans, their hands not really touching each other in the places they -really- want to get touched

and at some point they end up spooning, Dean behind Benny, Dean rutting forward and pushing down his boxers at some point, letting Benny feel how extremely hot and hard he is. Benny just keeps pushing back in return, gasping, sweaty and needy, and when Dean curls up around him and brushes his hand over Benny’s belly the vampire begs “please, fuck me Dean, n-need ya”

and it’s quick but calm and nice and everything they both wanted, Dean treating Benny so nice every step of the way

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

[samingarters]

I imagine that when Dean and Benny have sex, it starts out pretty smooth. Benny does the teasing, Dean the dirty talking. But the longer the foreplay keeps up, the less Dean can keep his composure. And it turns into less of smooth full sentences in a deep sultry voice and more high pitched please, breathy gasps, stuttering and tripping over his words because it just feels so good

[dennysastiel]

sometimes dean gets overwhelmed. benny’s strong enough for both of them.

ao3

They’ve both learned to notice it in small warning signs. Most days are good, when Dean laughs and sings along to the radio, loud, and bad. Good days include sparkling eyes and Dean jumping Benny as soon as he gets home from work, peeling off his jacket and kissing him senseless if Benny’s not too tired and up for it. 

Good days are Dean playing with their son Gavin, a darling little boy with blond hair and bright blue eyes like his papa. He has freckles too. How they got so lucky, neither of them know. But he’s beautiful, and Benny’s favorite days are when he steps into the kitchen to see food plastered over his son’s face, and Dean pouting at the child when he gets that same food on daddy’s favorite shirt.

Good days are fairly often. Those are the days they love the best. They go out to the park, they play in water fountains and make dinner together on Friday’s. 

They all wish those days could last all the time. But they’re only human, and it’s inevitable when it catches up to them. Especially to Dean.

The bad days come with gentle warnings, small, barely noticeable. They wouldn’t notice at all if they hadn’t trained themselves to watch out for them. They refuse to have the same incident a year ago–that memory that Benny refuses to remember–when he came home to find Gavin knocking on the bathroom door Dean had locked himself behind, sobbing and unable to stop.

The warnings signs are noticeable now. Dean laughs a second too late at a joke Sam makes on their weekly Skype call. Dean entirely misses his favorite song on the radio, doesn’t even notice until Benny turns it up louder and makes a point of mentioning it. 

Sometimes, the signs are bigger. Dean stops cleaning the house. It’s a chore they like to share together, but Dean had never been able to stop himself from tidying up the worst of it. Benny realizes something’s wrong when he comes home for the third day in a row and Gavin’s toys are everywhere, crayon coloring the walls–something Gavin knows better than to do–and not a single dish put in the dishwasher. 

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[meldarlin]

For damightymidget and ava-wilson-spn​, since they asked for this yesterday - it’s quick and short but you know!

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Spin The Bottle was never a good idea, not in this company.

 Everyone was sitting on the wooden floor in the bunker, drinks by their knees and the empty wine bottle spinning quickly in the middle of them all. They were laughing, drinking, generally feeling good - a feeling that was most welcome in the Men of Letters bunker.

 Sam, Kevin, Castiel, Benny, Charlie, Dean and Jody had met up that day to discuss the future of the Winchester hunting family business, but had quickly turned to drinking and games. Now, after everyone had gotten a buzz on, the bottle was spinning and it was a game of ”Chicken” that was going on at the moment.

 The bottle stopped at Kevin first, and Sam second. Kevin had turned bright red, everyone laughing, Dean throwing a punch on Sam’s shoulder as he had crawled in over the middle. They all watched as the game of Gay Chicken commenced, Kevin shying away quick after Sam’s pointy nose had touched his own.

 ”Hah, gay chicken!” Dean had roared with a bright grin, ”but I get you’re not into bestiality, who wants to kiss a moose anyway?”

 Sam punched back and spun the bottle, the first pick landing on Benny. The vamp groaned with a grin and sat forward to be ready, looking at the bottle spin quick. So far, Benny had had runs against Jody and Cas, both of them getting intimidated by Benny’s intense eyes once they had gotten a bit close. He felt proud he had won every round so far.

 The bottle stopped straight ahead of him, pointing at the freckled older Winchester.

 ”Crap,” Dean muttered as his cheeky attitude fell a little bit. This time everyone else was taunting him, going against the Chicken Champion, and he even looked a little hesitant as he leaned forward over the middle, locking eyes with the vampire near him.

 ”Ye ready chief?” Benny hummed, licking his lips tauntingly. Charlie was clapping her hands and making happy noises. Sam was just laughing. Dean nodded, trying to regain his composure a little.

 They both leaned further in, everything feeling like it was slow-motion. Benny’s eyes were bright, brighter than Dean remembered them to be, and he dropped his mouth a little open the closer they came to each other. Benny didn’t as much as blink.

 They were getting closer and closer, nose-tips brushing over each other now, Benny’s eyes finally dropping to Dean’s lips, his own pushed a little up, a tiny smirk still at the corners of them. Dean hated him a little, right now, dropping his own gaze to look down.

His breath hitched a little as Benny’s beard scraped his upper lip. He was sure he was hearing the other guys shouting at them. All he could hear was his own heartbeat.

 Finally their lips met, and it wasn’t a crash or violent or rough, it was gentle and all too kind, all too sweet. Dean managed to think for a moment about how he was sure he was drunk and swaying just a minute ago, now he was calm as ever except that damn heart about to beat out of his chest.

 There was clapping and hollering, Dean’s hearing returning as he snapped back to reality and felt how his lips and Benny’s were sliding off of each other gently, Benny humming in approval and quickly pecking Dean a last time before sitting down.

 ”Looks like we both won that one huh,” Benny drawled as he sat back on his ass, grabbing his beer bottle and lifting it in salute to Dean, winking.

 Maybe Spin The Bottle had been a good idea anyway.

[thedropoutandthejunkie]

Sam is 12 and really not a fan of the guy his big brother hangs around with. Benny’s a little too nice, in his opinion, but he tries to keep it to himself because Dean’s rarely this happy. 

At least, until Dean comes home one night, pale and shaky and scared-looking. He lets Sam slip into his bed, cradling his little brother close as he pretends like he’s not crying. He whispers the truth into Sam’s hair, and Sam’s caught between scared and angry. 

He stays that way until Benny is there with Dean, sitting their parents down to talk about what they’re going to do with the baby. They, because Benny is talking about jobs and savings and living arrangements until Mary interrupts him to tell him to take a breath. Sam watches quietly as Benny flushes pink. 

The older boy holds Dean’s hand and keeps an arm wrapped around his waist the whole time, and when it’s all said and done, Sam can’t quite dislike Benny anymore. 

[chuckwinchester]

dean x benny, olympics

Back home, they’re on opposing teams, but being on the US hockey team has put them in closer and closer quarters a lot lately and Dean just can’t get over Benny’s goddamn thighs, can’t stop looking at them in the locker room and watching the way he moves on the ice, can’t stop imagining those legs wrapped around himself.

When the games are over and they’ve got their silver and they’re ramping up to party straight through until their flights home, it’s on.

It doesn’t take much but a tug at the medal around Benny’s neck for him to surge forward and whisper, “Damn, boy, I wish you hadn’t taken the no-sex-before-games rule so serious, I been waitin’ for this for fucking aaages,” he groans as Dean pulls one of those powerful thighs between his own.

[dumplingdean]

“Is it selfish of me to say I don’t want you to go?” Dean asks.  He digs his toes into the sand and looks down.  He watches as water rolls onto the shore, gently lapping at his feet before being pulled back into the ocean. There’s an ache in his chest that the sea won’t cure.

Next to him, Benny sighs and shakes his head.  “No, it ain’t selfish…I just…” his voice trails off and he turns to Dean.  “This has been the best summer of my life, hands down.”

Dean smiles and turns his attention back to the water.  The sun is almost completely gone from the sky, casting its last rays of light onto the water.  It’s beautiful. “Yeah, me too.” His voice is small and quiet, almost as though he’s scared to speak.  He can’t ask Benny to stay, it’s not fair and he knows it. Benny’s entire life is in Louisiana, his bakery, his mother, his friends.  Besides, he’s used to people loving and leaving him. Just like the waves that inevitably get pulled back into the ocean, everything gets taken away from him, and he’s come to terms with that now.

“Is it selfish of me that I don’t want to leave you?” Benny asks with a little smile. He reaches for Dean’s hand and they curl their fingers together. “I want to spend every single day with you in this salty little town.  I want to wake up next to you and…”

Dean blinks and shrugs. “We have a few days left. Let’s just enjoy it and leave it as it is, a sweet summer romance.” His voice is hollow and he hopes Benny doesn’t hear the longing in his words.

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[meldarlin]

“I ain’t no good.”

[intentioncrafts-deactivated2017]

dean x benny growing old together AU for ♔ queerdeanmonth ♔

Or, the AU where they settle down in Louisiana, adopt a lazy cat named Harriet, and then live together for decades. Benny does’t age, of course, but time starts to catch up on Dean, and he thinks more and more about what — and who — he’s going to leave behind.

Despite his climbing years, however, Dean still jokes around and regularly walks into Benny’s diner, sits down, orders a slice of apple pie, introduces himself and then flirts outrageously with Benny as if they’re complete strangers, as if they’re meeting for the very first time.

[anarchycox]

So in a happy ever after S9 Benny came back with Sam and moved into the bunker. This is a world and Benny and Dean have huge chemistry and pining and UST and have never done anything beyond serious bro hugs.

Only now they have the time and Benny decides to do something with that time. But again he’s old and still sort of out of touch with the 21st Century. He wants to properly court Dean.

He goes to Sam and Castiel to ask for permission to court Dean. Sam actually pulls a stomach muscle from laughing so hard. Cas gives Benny the shovel talk.

Benny brings Dean a bouquet that symbollizes friendship, joy, commitment, and longing. They make Dean sneeze so much they have to be removed from the bunker.

Sam suggest pie and porn. Benny figures he’s making fun of Benny and ignores him.

Benny cooks Dean an elaborate French dinner, and Dean eats too much and spends the night on the bathroom floor.

Kevin walks by and coughs pie and porn. Benny just glares, figuring Sam convinced Kevin to say that.

Benny cleans the Impala, changes the oil. Dean complains that his baby smells funny.

Castiel pats Benny sympathetically and says “Have you considered pie and porn? He likes blueberry and busty asian beauties.” Cas looks so serious, Benny can’t tell if he’s trolling.

Benny pushes Dean into the car tells him where to drive to. They pull up to the traditional abandoned warehouse.

“Vampire nest.” Benny says curtly. He hands Dean a beautiful and sharp new machete. When Dean goes to turn off the car Benny says no and puts in a mix tape he made full of rock ballads and cranks the speakers.

“Huh?” Dean asks as they step out of the car.

“Moonlight. Romantic music. A gift and a whole bunch of goddamn bad guys that need killing. If you don’t get the picture now, I give up.” Benny said stalking towards the building and kicking the door in.

Dean gets the picture. He follows Benny grinning the whole time. After they finish the killing they sit on the hood of the car, blood soaked hands entwined.

“You know you could have just got me pie and porn and I would have figured it out sooner.” Dean said.

Benny just stared at him, “Good God, they were serious about that?”

[meldarlin]

In Your Arms, I Found My Safe Harbor

[meldarlin]

3 + Dean/benny? uwu

Even though they had hugged and said their goodbyes at Benny’s grave, Dean couldn’t leave the vampire to his own devices so soon after landing back in the world. After all, it had been at least 50 years since he had been here, and Dean knew it could be hard to adjust after such a long time away. They decided to spend about a day together before Dean would have to find Sam again, save the world and whatnot. Benny had agreed, although Dean was sure he saw sadness paint across Benny’s face when Sam’s name was mentioned.

They walked in silence to a nearby motel, Benny observing everything, visibly shooting his nose up in the air occasionally when they passed a new field to smell the fresh air which was still moist from some light rain. Dean smiled a bit to himself every time, rubbing the sensitive skin on his arm where Benny’d been writhing for days. It was nice to have him out, but at the same time, Dean felt like he was about to lose a limb when he would finally have to say adios to his friend the following day. He wasn’t looking forward to it.

They reached a motel and thanks to Dean picking up some of the W.E.S. (Winchester Emergency Stashes) along the way, they had money enough for a room. Apparently, because of some festivities in the nearby city, the motel was almost full, meaning they would have to share a bed. The clerk explained there was a large couch in this room however, and Benny assured Dean he’d just take that. He didn’t exactly need comfort anyway.

They unpacked in silence and Dean noticed there was a TV. He sat in the couch, turned on the TV and surfed channels for a bit while Benny went to the bathroom. Dean wondered for a moment if vampires had to pee, or shit, but could only hear the faucet turn on for a little while.

Benny returned with his face and hands a little cleaner, sighing as he sat down at the other end of the couch. Dean smiled at him. He got a smile back. They sat in silence for an hour, watching the news and Dean started to feel tired.

Eventually Dean fell asleep in the couch, curled up in his corner. The TV was still on and the news anchor talking, Benny quietly watching. For the most part however, he was observing Dean and how calm he was. After a few hours, Benny turned down the volume and went to pick up Dean, which was easy thanks to his super-human strength. Calmly, he walked over to the dusty old bed with the long-limbed man, who was curling in against Benny’s chest more and more.

“Alright brother, think you need some proper shut-eye now, huh?”

With utmost care and attention, Benny laid Dean down and pulled his own arms back gently, trying to avoid waking the hunter. He sat down on the edge of the bed for a few moments, thinking to himself that he’s not sure how he was going to survive without his comrade, his friend, his… everything, by his side anymore. The two individual hunters, monsters, creatures, survivalists had become one and so in tune with one-another that the inevitable goodbye hurt more than getting a limb chopped off.

A feeling both of them knew far too well.

As Benny started to lift himself slowly from the bed, Dean lifted a sluggish arm and placed his hand on Benny’s arm, letting it slide down to the back of Benny’s hand still placed on the bed. Benny looked down at the sleepy hunter with a tinge of worry, upset that he had awoken him again, but Dean just curled down into his pillow and sighed contently. He opened his sleep-red, but always clear emerald eyes to connect with Benny’s, a moment going past without them talking with words.. just their eyes.

“Please.. don’t leave.”

Benny ended up next to Dean that night, the hunter nestled tightly on his shoulder and a long bowleg thrown around Benny’s. Benny didn’t necessarily need sleep, seeing as he had been dead for, well, fifty years, but he found himself dozing off more and more to the sound of Dean’s calm heart and his slow breathing. He wondered if he could retain this feeling and this memory the rest of his life, still not ready to separate from Dean so quick. And by the way Dean was holding on to him, it seemed the hunter was not ready to lose Benny either.

“Bonne nuit, brother,” Benny sighed, a single tear rolling down from his closed eyes onto the old, worn out pillow, “it’s been one helluva ride.”

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[imjuststiney]

Talk to me about a Denny Tattoo AU where they're both artists who try to act like they haven't fallen in love with each other as they've worked together

YESSSSSSSSS!

Oh man they’d be so awful at it, too. Everyone around them would be like… DUDE.

They’d tease and joke as they work around the shop and it’d just be absolutely disgusting. Even the customers think they’re a couple.

One of them would go out for lunch and just “happen” to come back with something from the other’s favorite restaurant, even if it took an extra trip to get the food from across town.

When they finally run out of excuses for why they fell asleep together on the couch watching movies, again and actually kiss, every single one of their friends shout to the heavens, “THANK YOU LORD, IT’S ABOUT TIME!”

[dailygumbopie]

Dean and Benny go out to buy their first bed for their first apartment together. They end up bickering the whole time that they’re there, because what one of them likes, the other doesn’t.

Dean wants memory foam, but Benny wants something sturdier. Benny loves the more vintage looking bedframes while Dean wants a headboard that can handle a bit of beating. Bedside tables that can fit a lot is what Dean wants, but Benny argues a simple one and storage boxes under the bed is better.

They go back to their apartment empty handed, but when they lay down on their make shift bed on the floor late at night, they think that maybe it doesn’t really matter what their bed and accompanying furniture is like as long as they get to sleep beside each other every night.

[beignetbenny]

Dean and Benny dealing with a sick toddler plox

This is a part of the Surprise Package verse. The other fics don’t need to be read first for this particular thing but it would be awesome if you did read them. Also, I forgot you said toddler so I hope an infant is okay

The rush of moving made the entire Lafitte-Winchester household extremely tired. The apartment was only quiet for a few minutes before the cries of their daughter woke them. A familiar dread hit them, both knowing that they weren’t going to sleep that night.

“Ben,” Dean groaned as he turned onto his stomach, burying his head in the pillow. “Is it your turn or mine?”

“Mine,” Benny said in response. “But, you’ve been so maternal lately, I was going to let you take care of her.”

“We could both just get up.”

“Dean, I love you, and I love our daughter, but I carried about twenty boxes and unpacked everything in the span of a few hours. I’m sore and can’t move.”

“And you don’t think I am too?” Dean turned his head, so that he was facing Benny’s face. “Walk it off, Lafitte.”

Benny sighed. “Okay. If I’m not back in ten minutes, I need backup.” He gave Dean a peck on the forehead before getting up and shuffling to the nursery.

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