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@heyitsdeanwinchesterx
Head Canon that Dean is lowkey traumatised by fire.
He flinches every time there’s fire.
Even when he has to use it
Memories of that night.
Bad dreams of it happening to Sammy.
Sam picking up on it after a while and them having a talk about it.
Dean trying to be all ‘manly’ and acting like it doesn’t bother him.
7x19 | Of Grave Importance
Closed bathroom doors are way overrated.
@prince-of-elsinore , so true
.....
We are not that co-dependant ._.
Okay
maybe
tiny bit
20%
‘‘God damn you’re hot.’‘
(Whammied Love Spell Dean x Sam )
He’d only gone out to get some things for them to eat and he’d run into the love of his life. Dean couldn’t get her out of his mind. Her gorgeous blonde hair, her sparkling eyes. She’d been a literal freaking princess and he was head over heels.
Definitely a love at first sight thing.
He headed back to the bunker, softly humming the old Elvis Presley classic. ‘Can’t help falling in love with you.’ Maybe he was a fool but his mind was too enveloped with thoughts of her to really think about anything else. He parked baby outside before heading in, a soft laugh leaving his lips as he put the takeout on the table, continuing to hum to himself.
‘‘SAMMY, Where are you? I got brilliant news!.’‘
He called through the bunker.
‘‘Sammy’s meat gotta be my favourite tho.’‘
‘Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, Did my heart fly at your service’ (The Tempest – Act 3, Scene 1)
Day 2 of Shakespeare quotes about Wincest
Dean’s Birthday Thread || Sam Winchester || Open Starter!!
This happened… Well, it happened almost never in their lives. Birthdays came and went — but in lives such as theirs, there wasn’t much time to focus on something so trivial as celebrating each other’s existence in this world. Even if, ironically, it seemed to still be the most important thing. Though, Sam along with Dean had brushed it to understanding that, as long as they’re both alive and by eachother’s side, everything was /fine/. Now, their fine was quite an understatement. Last couple of weeks they’ve been busy with cases left and right — as if the creatures had just gathered on them, but that was good, since it kept Dean and his mind busy, while Sam formed a plan. 24th January, his birthday. Since they barely ever celebrated birthdays, and they were already grown ass men, Sam figured it would be more of a pleasant surprise, even if Dean wasn’t the one to even notice at first. He’d try to act it off, because it’s just a day, because they rarely did this. But Sam wanted t give his brother some time off, and well. Apparently, baking ended up being interesting. This last case he asked Dean to work alone, vamp nest in Colorado, enough time to keep him side-tracked, while he faked feeling unwell just for the sake of Dean leaving — just so he could get to work. And he literally decided to follow a cookbook recipe. Make him a homemade cherry pie. Which, he did — and it wasn’t that hard, but not too easy either. There was also few Jimi Hendrix’ vinyl albums stashed in a package. Just to wait for Dean, now. “In the kitchen!” He yelled, soon as he could hear the door opening.
It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy his birthday. He’d had a couple good birthdays when he was a kid and then everything happened and he taught himself to not care about the day. It was just another day to him now. He had the Vamp nest to work on. That and Sammy were all that mattered to him today. And well, he could drink when he got back. That would be something at least.
A soft yawn left his lips as he headed in, shutting the door closed behind him. The kitchen? Wasn’t Sam feeling unwell? He’d told his younger brother to get some rest when he left. Had he done that? Was he feeling okay now? Maybe that was it.
Dean tried not to go into panic mode and made his way into the kitchen.
He grabbed a beer from the fridge and slid down onto one of the stools to drink.
‘‘You feelin better Sammy?’‘
Right, yes. Sick. He was feeling sick before. Sam quickly cleared his throat and scratched at the back of his neck, as if a slight habit whenever he put himself in this slightly awkward state. Either that, or he could lie right off the bat. “Yeah, ‘course. I took a nap, a few painkillers, and… Uhm.” While standing there, casually with hips pressed to the kitchen table, covering the package behind his back, one feet crossed over the other, he smiled lightly. “And something else. How’s the hunt?” Sam tried to keep up his cover just for a few moments later, as if to keep the impatience of his brother, if he actually catches his little scheme. But thankfully everything was already in tact, and he could just spin this little further before he gets to reveal the surprise. Because just seeing Dean right now was relieving enough, and he marvelled at the sight.
‘‘Look Sammy if you didn’t wanna get your hair all messy you coulda just said so.’‘ A soft laugh left Dean’s lips as he took a long drink of beer before shrugging slightly. ‘‘It was good, those son’s of bitches didn’t know what hit em.’‘
He leaned back on the stool he was sitting on, another yawn leaving his lips as he ran his fingers through his messy hair with his free hand, watching the younger man in an almost suspicious fashion.
“Well, I was quite busy myself.” He started off, not yet revealing the entire truth to his dear brother, but letting him get even more interested in the scenario, curious for details of his little busy business. His eyes sparkled a little, and he added up a misterious smile. With that being said, he finally pushed off of the counter, stretching his arms out as if nothing has happened, and he made a few more steps forwards to where Dean was seated. Behind him, on the table, little birthday package came to view, it was packed with brown paper, though. Sam smiled. “Gotcha somethin’ too. Go on.” His head moved to the side, as if to encourage his brother to get up with a side smile and arms crossed over his chest.
‘‘.. Dude you’re kinda freakin me out now.’‘ Dean couldn’t help the small laugh that left his lips before he blinked, feeling really confused. He rolled his eyes slightly, getting up.
‘‘Sammy if anything jumps outta it at me I’m gonna kick your ass.’‘
He opened the package before blinking slightly.
‘‘Well I can always use more paper I guess, it’s the thought that counts anyway, cheers Sammy.’‘
“… How stupid are you? Rip the paper.” Sam literally chuckled gently under his breath, shaking his head with a ridiculous expression on his face. Dean could’ve been all that, he might’ve been a proper genius, but at times he was an actual idiot with half a braincell that barely worked. Paper was wrapped over three Jimi Hendrix’ vinyl albums, that he knew his brother would possibly enjoy /and/ blast throughout the bunker. Though, he moved closer to Dean, just to look at the gift over his shoulder, and smiled to himself. “Nothing’s gonna jump at you, idiot. I’m not that cruel.” Maybe he was, but today wasn’t about pranks.
‘‘You sure bout that?’‘
A soft teasing tone left Dean’s lips before he quickly ripped the paper, a grin going over his lips as he noticed the albums.
‘‘Dude this is so great, thanks!’‘
He instantly went to the nearby stereo, putting one of them on and blasting it up. He climbed up onto the table, beginning to sing along to the music in a dramatic fashion along with ridiculous dance moves.
Watching all of this happen so fast… Well, Sam was absolutely not surprised with that. At least he could see Dean’s grin that could literally brighten up the darkest pits of his mind and heart. Sam laughed casually, pushing both hands to the backpockets of his jeans, as his eyes followed his big brother. “… Might wanna tune it down a little? No?” He asked literally to no response, probably too quiet. Or Dean didn’t care, because he never did about the volume of his music. But he danced on the table, literally. Sam laughed some more, ruffling a hand through his long hair. “You’re insane! Get… Whatever. It’s not all of it!” When he said that, Sam moved back to the counter, opening up the over and taking a glove to take out a full plate of freshly baked cherry pie. That would get his attention.
Instantly smelling the pie Dean did a flip off the table, turning down the music as he went.
‘‘Damn Sammy, you are sucha great husband sometimes you really are.’‘
He winked at him, grabbing a plate and a fork.
‘‘What brought all this on?’‘
Like normally they ignored birthdays or had things to do on the days and such like that. Still. He appreciated it.
Sometimes, huh? With a simple, if not a little bit annoyed ( althout still playful ) roll of his eyes, Sam unfolded arms from his chest and bit down a smile that crept up his face. Just when Dean was taking a piece of pie to his plate, Sam moved closer behind him, and wrapped arms around his brother, gently resting his chin on Dean’s shoulder. “Happy birthday, De.” And that was enough, he supposed, turning over to lightly and ever so domestically smooch his cheek. “It’s your day, I figured I’d give you a day off.”
A soft laugh left his lips, his cheek turned a deep shade of red although Dean would’ve blamed it on the lightning in the room had he seen himself at that moment in time.
‘‘You’re the best dude.’‘
He instantly began eating. Definitely amazing pie. Brilliant.
‘‘Mmm, you coulda definitely been a chef Sammy. You make one great cherry.’‘
“What do you say we just take a break and watch some old movies? You can choose.. Oh man, I’m gonna regret this. We can watch your western favorites.” He was being too good for his own well being, but hey. At least he got Dean happy, and the praises for his baking? That went straight to his heart, making him flush a bit with pride, and he grinned genuinely, hugging onto Dean a bit more, before letting go. “Yeah. But I usually don’t really cook. I’m glad you enjoyed that.”
‘‘.. Wow you really are in a giving mood today.’‘
Another light chuckle left Dean’s lips before he pouted at the loss of touch. Sam was always quite warm at least to him. Dean himself always felt a little bit cold.
‘‘I’d like that.’‘
He got up, putting the pie down with another slightly smaller pout as he made his way over to the tv in the kitchen, sliding on the only western movie that seemed to be around it, hit play and made his way back to eat.
Simply observing his brother right now was enough. Dean usually said he was a simple man with his simple needs. Sam liked to follow that rule, because he always adored the way Dean got so excited and happy about the most trivial things like… A slice of pie. But with an addition of the fact that it was homemade by yours truly, Sam Winchester. For Dean he would bake, even. Truly a proper wife taken out from the fifties, was he not? His dark eyes moved to the screen, and he smirked at the movie choice. Of course, no surprise there either. Soon enough the sound came off with its usual vibe, and Sam only stepped back to get himself a beer from the fridge, before settling down, though he actually sat on the table, beside his brother. “Enjoying yourself there, Dean?” He mused, before looking back at Dean and laughing. “You’ve got.. A little-” Maybe it’d be easier if he showed him? Sam reached out to wipe leftover cherry from his cheek, and then smirked. “There.” he licked it off his finger.
For a moment Dean just gazed at him. His cheek had gone red from where Sam had touched it. He swallowed when Sam licked it off his finger.
‘‘Damn..’‘
He muttered quietly under his breath.
He realised after a moment that his lips had completely gone dry so he wet them with his tongue and cleared his throat quietly, going back to watching the movie and eating.
Dean’s Birthday Thread || Sam Winchester || Open Starter!!
This happened… Well, it happened almost never in their lives. Birthdays came and went — but in lives such as theirs, there wasn’t much time to focus on something so trivial as celebrating each other’s existence in this world. Even if, ironically, it seemed to still be the most important thing. Though, Sam along with Dean had brushed it to understanding that, as long as they’re both alive and by eachother’s side, everything was /fine/. Now, their fine was quite an understatement. Last couple of weeks they’ve been busy with cases left and right — as if the creatures had just gathered on them, but that was good, since it kept Dean and his mind busy, while Sam formed a plan. 24th January, his birthday. Since they barely ever celebrated birthdays, and they were already grown ass men, Sam figured it would be more of a pleasant surprise, even if Dean wasn’t the one to even notice at first. He’d try to act it off, because it’s just a day, because they rarely did this. But Sam wanted t give his brother some time off, and well. Apparently, baking ended up being interesting. This last case he asked Dean to work alone, vamp nest in Colorado, enough time to keep him side-tracked, while he faked feeling unwell just for the sake of Dean leaving — just so he could get to work. And he literally decided to follow a cookbook recipe. Make him a homemade cherry pie. Which, he did — and it wasn’t that hard, but not too easy either. There was also few Jimi Hendrix’ vinyl albums stashed in a package. Just to wait for Dean, now. “In the kitchen!” He yelled, soon as he could hear the door opening.
It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy his birthday. He’d had a couple good birthdays when he was a kid and then everything happened and he taught himself to not care about the day. It was just another day to him now. He had the Vamp nest to work on. That and Sammy were all that mattered to him today. And well, he could drink when he got back. That would be something at least.
A soft yawn left his lips as he headed in, shutting the door closed behind him. The kitchen? Wasn’t Sam feeling unwell? He’d told his younger brother to get some rest when he left. Had he done that? Was he feeling okay now? Maybe that was it.
Dean tried not to go into panic mode and made his way into the kitchen.
He grabbed a beer from the fridge and slid down onto one of the stools to drink.
‘‘You feelin better Sammy?’‘
Right, yes. Sick. He was feeling sick before. Sam quickly cleared his throat and scratched at the back of his neck, as if a slight habit whenever he put himself in this slightly awkward state. Either that, or he could lie right off the bat. “Yeah, ‘course. I took a nap, a few painkillers, and… Uhm.” While standing there, casually with hips pressed to the kitchen table, covering the package behind his back, one feet crossed over the other, he smiled lightly. “And something else. How’s the hunt?” Sam tried to keep up his cover just for a few moments later, as if to keep the impatience of his brother, if he actually catches his little scheme. But thankfully everything was already in tact, and he could just spin this little further before he gets to reveal the surprise. Because just seeing Dean right now was relieving enough, and he marvelled at the sight.
‘‘Look Sammy if you didn’t wanna get your hair all messy you coulda just said so.’‘ A soft laugh left Dean’s lips as he took a long drink of beer before shrugging slightly. ‘‘It was good, those son’s of bitches didn’t know what hit em.’‘
He leaned back on the stool he was sitting on, another yawn leaving his lips as he ran his fingers through his messy hair with his free hand, watching the younger man in an almost suspicious fashion.
“Well, I was quite busy myself.” He started off, not yet revealing the entire truth to his dear brother, but letting him get even more interested in the scenario, curious for details of his little busy business. His eyes sparkled a little, and he added up a misterious smile. With that being said, he finally pushed off of the counter, stretching his arms out as if nothing has happened, and he made a few more steps forwards to where Dean was seated. Behind him, on the table, little birthday package came to view, it was packed with brown paper, though. Sam smiled. “Gotcha somethin’ too. Go on.” His head moved to the side, as if to encourage his brother to get up with a side smile and arms crossed over his chest.
‘‘.. Dude you’re kinda freakin me out now.’‘ Dean couldn’t help the small laugh that left his lips before he blinked, feeling really confused. He rolled his eyes slightly, getting up.
‘‘Sammy if anything jumps outta it at me I’m gonna kick your ass.’‘
He opened the package before blinking slightly.
‘‘Well I can always use more paper I guess, it’s the thought that counts anyway, cheers Sammy.’‘
“… How stupid are you? Rip the paper.” Sam literally chuckled gently under his breath, shaking his head with a ridiculous expression on his face. Dean could’ve been all that, he might’ve been a proper genius, but at times he was an actual idiot with half a braincell that barely worked. Paper was wrapped over three Jimi Hendrix’ vinyl albums, that he knew his brother would possibly enjoy /and/ blast throughout the bunker. Though, he moved closer to Dean, just to look at the gift over his shoulder, and smiled to himself. “Nothing’s gonna jump at you, idiot. I’m not that cruel.” Maybe he was, but today wasn’t about pranks.
‘‘You sure bout that?’‘
A soft teasing tone left Dean’s lips before he quickly ripped the paper, a grin going over his lips as he noticed the albums.
‘‘Dude this is so great, thanks!’‘
He instantly went to the nearby stereo, putting one of them on and blasting it up. He climbed up onto the table, beginning to sing along to the music in a dramatic fashion along with ridiculous dance moves.
Watching all of this happen so fast… Well, Sam was absolutely not surprised with that. At least he could see Dean’s grin that could literally brighten up the darkest pits of his mind and heart. Sam laughed casually, pushing both hands to the backpockets of his jeans, as his eyes followed his big brother. “… Might wanna tune it down a little? No?” He asked literally to no response, probably too quiet. Or Dean didn’t care, because he never did about the volume of his music. But he danced on the table, literally. Sam laughed some more, ruffling a hand through his long hair. “You’re insane! Get… Whatever. It’s not all of it!” When he said that, Sam moved back to the counter, opening up the over and taking a glove to take out a full plate of freshly baked cherry pie. That would get his attention.
Instantly smelling the pie Dean did a flip off the table, turning down the music as he went.
‘‘Damn Sammy, you are sucha great husband sometimes you really are.’‘
He winked at him, grabbing a plate and a fork.
‘‘What brought all this on?’‘
Like normally they ignored birthdays or had things to do on the days and such like that. Still. He appreciated it.
Sometimes, huh? With a simple, if not a little bit annoyed ( althout still playful ) roll of his eyes, Sam unfolded arms from his chest and bit down a smile that crept up his face. Just when Dean was taking a piece of pie to his plate, Sam moved closer behind him, and wrapped arms around his brother, gently resting his chin on Dean’s shoulder. “Happy birthday, De.” And that was enough, he supposed, turning over to lightly and ever so domestically smooch his cheek. “It’s your day, I figured I’d give you a day off.”
A soft laugh left his lips, his cheek turned a deep shade of red although Dean would’ve blamed it on the lightning in the room had he seen himself at that moment in time.
‘‘You’re the best dude.’‘
He instantly began eating. Definitely amazing pie. Brilliant.
‘‘Mmm, you coulda definitely been a chef Sammy. You make one great cherry.’‘
“What do you say we just take a break and watch some old movies? You can choose.. Oh man, I’m gonna regret this. We can watch your western favorites.” He was being too good for his own well being, but hey. At least he got Dean happy, and the praises for his baking? That went straight to his heart, making him flush a bit with pride, and he grinned genuinely, hugging onto Dean a bit more, before letting go. “Yeah. But I usually don’t really cook. I’m glad you enjoyed that.”
‘‘.. Wow you really are in a giving mood today.’‘
Another light chuckle left Dean’s lips before he pouted at the loss of touch. Sam was always quite warm at least to him. Dean himself always felt a little bit cold.
‘‘I’d like that.’‘
He got up, putting the pie down with another slightly smaller pout as he made his way over to the tv in the kitchen, sliding on the only western movie that seemed to be around it, hit play and made his way back to eat.
Dean’s Birthday Thread || Sam Winchester || Open Starter!!
This happened… Well, it happened almost never in their lives. Birthdays came and went — but in lives such as theirs, there wasn’t much time to focus on something so trivial as celebrating each other’s existence in this world. Even if, ironically, it seemed to still be the most important thing. Though, Sam along with Dean had brushed it to understanding that, as long as they’re both alive and by eachother’s side, everything was /fine/. Now, their fine was quite an understatement. Last couple of weeks they’ve been busy with cases left and right — as if the creatures had just gathered on them, but that was good, since it kept Dean and his mind busy, while Sam formed a plan. 24th January, his birthday. Since they barely ever celebrated birthdays, and they were already grown ass men, Sam figured it would be more of a pleasant surprise, even if Dean wasn’t the one to even notice at first. He’d try to act it off, because it’s just a day, because they rarely did this. But Sam wanted t give his brother some time off, and well. Apparently, baking ended up being interesting. This last case he asked Dean to work alone, vamp nest in Colorado, enough time to keep him side-tracked, while he faked feeling unwell just for the sake of Dean leaving — just so he could get to work. And he literally decided to follow a cookbook recipe. Make him a homemade cherry pie. Which, he did — and it wasn’t that hard, but not too easy either. There was also few Jimi Hendrix’ vinyl albums stashed in a package. Just to wait for Dean, now. “In the kitchen!” He yelled, soon as he could hear the door opening.
It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy his birthday. He’d had a couple good birthdays when he was a kid and then everything happened and he taught himself to not care about the day. It was just another day to him now. He had the Vamp nest to work on. That and Sammy were all that mattered to him today. And well, he could drink when he got back. That would be something at least.
A soft yawn left his lips as he headed in, shutting the door closed behind him. The kitchen? Wasn’t Sam feeling unwell? He’d told his younger brother to get some rest when he left. Had he done that? Was he feeling okay now? Maybe that was it.
Dean tried not to go into panic mode and made his way into the kitchen.
He grabbed a beer from the fridge and slid down onto one of the stools to drink.
‘‘You feelin better Sammy?’‘
Right, yes. Sick. He was feeling sick before. Sam quickly cleared his throat and scratched at the back of his neck, as if a slight habit whenever he put himself in this slightly awkward state. Either that, or he could lie right off the bat. “Yeah, ‘course. I took a nap, a few painkillers, and… Uhm.” While standing there, casually with hips pressed to the kitchen table, covering the package behind his back, one feet crossed over the other, he smiled lightly. “And something else. How’s the hunt?” Sam tried to keep up his cover just for a few moments later, as if to keep the impatience of his brother, if he actually catches his little scheme. But thankfully everything was already in tact, and he could just spin this little further before he gets to reveal the surprise. Because just seeing Dean right now was relieving enough, and he marvelled at the sight.
‘‘Look Sammy if you didn’t wanna get your hair all messy you coulda just said so.’‘ A soft laugh left Dean’s lips as he took a long drink of beer before shrugging slightly. ‘‘It was good, those son’s of bitches didn’t know what hit em.’‘
He leaned back on the stool he was sitting on, another yawn leaving his lips as he ran his fingers through his messy hair with his free hand, watching the younger man in an almost suspicious fashion.
“Well, I was quite busy myself.” He started off, not yet revealing the entire truth to his dear brother, but letting him get even more interested in the scenario, curious for details of his little busy business. His eyes sparkled a little, and he added up a misterious smile. With that being said, he finally pushed off of the counter, stretching his arms out as if nothing has happened, and he made a few more steps forwards to where Dean was seated. Behind him, on the table, little birthday package came to view, it was packed with brown paper, though. Sam smiled. “Gotcha somethin’ too. Go on.” His head moved to the side, as if to encourage his brother to get up with a side smile and arms crossed over his chest.
‘‘.. Dude you’re kinda freakin me out now.’‘ Dean couldn’t help the small laugh that left his lips before he blinked, feeling really confused. He rolled his eyes slightly, getting up.
‘‘Sammy if anything jumps outta it at me I’m gonna kick your ass.’‘
He opened the package before blinking slightly.
‘‘Well I can always use more paper I guess, it’s the thought that counts anyway, cheers Sammy.’‘
“… How stupid are you? Rip the paper.” Sam literally chuckled gently under his breath, shaking his head with a ridiculous expression on his face. Dean could’ve been all that, he might’ve been a proper genius, but at times he was an actual idiot with half a braincell that barely worked. Paper was wrapped over three Jimi Hendrix’ vinyl albums, that he knew his brother would possibly enjoy /and/ blast throughout the bunker. Though, he moved closer to Dean, just to look at the gift over his shoulder, and smiled to himself. “Nothing’s gonna jump at you, idiot. I’m not that cruel.” Maybe he was, but today wasn’t about pranks.
‘‘You sure bout that?’‘
A soft teasing tone left Dean’s lips before he quickly ripped the paper, a grin going over his lips as he noticed the albums.
‘‘Dude this is so great, thanks!’‘
He instantly went to the nearby stereo, putting one of them on and blasting it up. He climbed up onto the table, beginning to sing along to the music in a dramatic fashion along with ridiculous dance moves.
Watching all of this happen so fast… Well, Sam was absolutely not surprised with that. At least he could see Dean’s grin that could literally brighten up the darkest pits of his mind and heart. Sam laughed casually, pushing both hands to the backpockets of his jeans, as his eyes followed his big brother. “… Might wanna tune it down a little? No?” He asked literally to no response, probably too quiet. Or Dean didn’t care, because he never did about the volume of his music. But he danced on the table, literally. Sam laughed some more, ruffling a hand through his long hair. “You’re insane! Get… Whatever. It’s not all of it!” When he said that, Sam moved back to the counter, opening up the over and taking a glove to take out a full plate of freshly baked cherry pie. That would get his attention.
Instantly smelling the pie Dean did a flip off the table, turning down the music as he went.
‘‘Damn Sammy, you are sucha great husband sometimes you really are.’‘
He winked at him, grabbing a plate and a fork.
‘‘What brought all this on?’‘
Like normally they ignored birthdays or had things to do on the days and such like that. Still. He appreciated it.
Sometimes, huh? With a simple, if not a little bit annoyed ( althout still playful ) roll of his eyes, Sam unfolded arms from his chest and bit down a smile that crept up his face. Just when Dean was taking a piece of pie to his plate, Sam moved closer behind him, and wrapped arms around his brother, gently resting his chin on Dean’s shoulder. “Happy birthday, De.” And that was enough, he supposed, turning over to lightly and ever so domestically smooch his cheek. “It’s your day, I figured I’d give you a day off.”
A soft laugh left his lips, his cheek turned a deep shade of red although Dean would’ve blamed it on the lightning in the room had he seen himself at that moment in time.
‘‘You’re the best dude.’‘
He instantly began eating. Definitely amazing pie. Brilliant.
‘‘Mmm, you coulda definitely been a chef Sammy. You make one great cherry.’‘
Describing my Supernatural Otp with Shakespeare quotes Day 1
‘‘I do love nothing in the world so well as you, is not that strange?’‘
Dean’s Birthday Thread || Sam Winchester || Open Starter!!
This happened… Well, it happened almost never in their lives. Birthdays came and went — but in lives such as theirs, there wasn’t much time to focus on something so trivial as celebrating each other’s existence in this world. Even if, ironically, it seemed to still be the most important thing. Though, Sam along with Dean had brushed it to understanding that, as long as they’re both alive and by eachother’s side, everything was /fine/. Now, their fine was quite an understatement. Last couple of weeks they’ve been busy with cases left and right — as if the creatures had just gathered on them, but that was good, since it kept Dean and his mind busy, while Sam formed a plan. 24th January, his birthday. Since they barely ever celebrated birthdays, and they were already grown ass men, Sam figured it would be more of a pleasant surprise, even if Dean wasn’t the one to even notice at first. He’d try to act it off, because it’s just a day, because they rarely did this. But Sam wanted t give his brother some time off, and well. Apparently, baking ended up being interesting. This last case he asked Dean to work alone, vamp nest in Colorado, enough time to keep him side-tracked, while he faked feeling unwell just for the sake of Dean leaving — just so he could get to work. And he literally decided to follow a cookbook recipe. Make him a homemade cherry pie. Which, he did — and it wasn’t that hard, but not too easy either. There was also few Jimi Hendrix’ vinyl albums stashed in a package. Just to wait for Dean, now. “In the kitchen!” He yelled, soon as he could hear the door opening.
It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy his birthday. He’d had a couple good birthdays when he was a kid and then everything happened and he taught himself to not care about the day. It was just another day to him now. He had the Vamp nest to work on. That and Sammy were all that mattered to him today. And well, he could drink when he got back. That would be something at least.
A soft yawn left his lips as he headed in, shutting the door closed behind him. The kitchen? Wasn’t Sam feeling unwell? He’d told his younger brother to get some rest when he left. Had he done that? Was he feeling okay now? Maybe that was it.
Dean tried not to go into panic mode and made his way into the kitchen.
He grabbed a beer from the fridge and slid down onto one of the stools to drink.
‘‘You feelin better Sammy?’‘
Right, yes. Sick. He was feeling sick before. Sam quickly cleared his throat and scratched at the back of his neck, as if a slight habit whenever he put himself in this slightly awkward state. Either that, or he could lie right off the bat. “Yeah, ‘course. I took a nap, a few painkillers, and… Uhm.” While standing there, casually with hips pressed to the kitchen table, covering the package behind his back, one feet crossed over the other, he smiled lightly. “And something else. How’s the hunt?” Sam tried to keep up his cover just for a few moments later, as if to keep the impatience of his brother, if he actually catches his little scheme. But thankfully everything was already in tact, and he could just spin this little further before he gets to reveal the surprise. Because just seeing Dean right now was relieving enough, and he marvelled at the sight.
‘‘Look Sammy if you didn’t wanna get your hair all messy you coulda just said so.’‘ A soft laugh left Dean’s lips as he took a long drink of beer before shrugging slightly. ‘‘It was good, those son’s of bitches didn’t know what hit em.’‘
He leaned back on the stool he was sitting on, another yawn leaving his lips as he ran his fingers through his messy hair with his free hand, watching the younger man in an almost suspicious fashion.
“Well, I was quite busy myself.” He started off, not yet revealing the entire truth to his dear brother, but letting him get even more interested in the scenario, curious for details of his little busy business. His eyes sparkled a little, and he added up a misterious smile. With that being said, he finally pushed off of the counter, stretching his arms out as if nothing has happened, and he made a few more steps forwards to where Dean was seated. Behind him, on the table, little birthday package came to view, it was packed with brown paper, though. Sam smiled. “Gotcha somethin’ too. Go on.” His head moved to the side, as if to encourage his brother to get up with a side smile and arms crossed over his chest.
‘‘.. Dude you’re kinda freakin me out now.’‘ Dean couldn’t help the small laugh that left his lips before he blinked, feeling really confused. He rolled his eyes slightly, getting up.
‘‘Sammy if anything jumps outta it at me I’m gonna kick your ass.’‘
He opened the package before blinking slightly.
‘‘Well I can always use more paper I guess, it’s the thought that counts anyway, cheers Sammy.’‘
“… How stupid are you? Rip the paper.” Sam literally chuckled gently under his breath, shaking his head with a ridiculous expression on his face. Dean could’ve been all that, he might’ve been a proper genius, but at times he was an actual idiot with half a braincell that barely worked. Paper was wrapped over three Jimi Hendrix’ vinyl albums, that he knew his brother would possibly enjoy /and/ blast throughout the bunker. Though, he moved closer to Dean, just to look at the gift over his shoulder, and smiled to himself. “Nothing’s gonna jump at you, idiot. I’m not that cruel.” Maybe he was, but today wasn’t about pranks.
‘‘You sure bout that?’‘
A soft teasing tone left Dean’s lips before he quickly ripped the paper, a grin going over his lips as he noticed the albums.
‘‘Dude this is so great, thanks!’‘
He instantly went to the nearby stereo, putting one of them on and blasting it up. He climbed up onto the table, beginning to sing along to the music in a dramatic fashion along with ridiculous dance moves.
Watching all of this happen so fast… Well, Sam was absolutely not surprised with that. At least he could see Dean’s grin that could literally brighten up the darkest pits of his mind and heart. Sam laughed casually, pushing both hands to the backpockets of his jeans, as his eyes followed his big brother. “… Might wanna tune it down a little? No?” He asked literally to no response, probably too quiet. Or Dean didn’t care, because he never did about the volume of his music. But he danced on the table, literally. Sam laughed some more, ruffling a hand through his long hair. “You’re insane! Get… Whatever. It’s not all of it!” When he said that, Sam moved back to the counter, opening up the over and taking a glove to take out a full plate of freshly baked cherry pie. That would get his attention.
Instantly smelling the pie Dean did a flip off the table, turning down the music as he went.
‘‘Damn Sammy, you are sucha great husband sometimes you really are.’‘
He winked at him, grabbing a plate and a fork.
‘‘What brought all this on?’‘
Like normally they ignored birthdays or had things to do on the days and such like that. Still. He appreciated it.
(Dean winchester >.>)
‘‘damn I do love me some sweet cherry.’‘
Dean that joke would work if you weren’t totally into your brother lmao.
I am so great man. I coulda been a professional dancer xD
Dean’s Birthday Thread || Sam Winchester || Open Starter!!
This happened… Well, it happened almost never in their lives. Birthdays came and went — but in lives such as theirs, there wasn’t much time to focus on something so trivial as celebrating each other’s existence in this world. Even if, ironically, it seemed to still be the most important thing. Though, Sam along with Dean had brushed it to understanding that, as long as they’re both alive and by eachother’s side, everything was /fine/. Now, their fine was quite an understatement. Last couple of weeks they’ve been busy with cases left and right — as if the creatures had just gathered on them, but that was good, since it kept Dean and his mind busy, while Sam formed a plan. 24th January, his birthday. Since they barely ever celebrated birthdays, and they were already grown ass men, Sam figured it would be more of a pleasant surprise, even if Dean wasn’t the one to even notice at first. He’d try to act it off, because it’s just a day, because they rarely did this. But Sam wanted t give his brother some time off, and well. Apparently, baking ended up being interesting. This last case he asked Dean to work alone, vamp nest in Colorado, enough time to keep him side-tracked, while he faked feeling unwell just for the sake of Dean leaving — just so he could get to work. And he literally decided to follow a cookbook recipe. Make him a homemade cherry pie. Which, he did — and it wasn’t that hard, but not too easy either. There was also few Jimi Hendrix’ vinyl albums stashed in a package. Just to wait for Dean, now. “In the kitchen!” He yelled, soon as he could hear the door opening.
It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy his birthday. He’d had a couple good birthdays when he was a kid and then everything happened and he taught himself to not care about the day. It was just another day to him now. He had the Vamp nest to work on. That and Sammy were all that mattered to him today. And well, he could drink when he got back. That would be something at least.
A soft yawn left his lips as he headed in, shutting the door closed behind him. The kitchen? Wasn’t Sam feeling unwell? He’d told his younger brother to get some rest when he left. Had he done that? Was he feeling okay now? Maybe that was it.
Dean tried not to go into panic mode and made his way into the kitchen.
He grabbed a beer from the fridge and slid down onto one of the stools to drink.
‘‘You feelin better Sammy?’‘
Right, yes. Sick. He was feeling sick before. Sam quickly cleared his throat and scratched at the back of his neck, as if a slight habit whenever he put himself in this slightly awkward state. Either that, or he could lie right off the bat. “Yeah, ‘course. I took a nap, a few painkillers, and… Uhm.” While standing there, casually with hips pressed to the kitchen table, covering the package behind his back, one feet crossed over the other, he smiled lightly. “And something else. How’s the hunt?” Sam tried to keep up his cover just for a few moments later, as if to keep the impatience of his brother, if he actually catches his little scheme. But thankfully everything was already in tact, and he could just spin this little further before he gets to reveal the surprise. Because just seeing Dean right now was relieving enough, and he marvelled at the sight.
‘‘Look Sammy if you didn’t wanna get your hair all messy you coulda just said so.’‘ A soft laugh left Dean’s lips as he took a long drink of beer before shrugging slightly. ‘‘It was good, those son’s of bitches didn’t know what hit em.’‘
He leaned back on the stool he was sitting on, another yawn leaving his lips as he ran his fingers through his messy hair with his free hand, watching the younger man in an almost suspicious fashion.
“Well, I was quite busy myself.” He started off, not yet revealing the entire truth to his dear brother, but letting him get even more interested in the scenario, curious for details of his little busy business. His eyes sparkled a little, and he added up a misterious smile. With that being said, he finally pushed off of the counter, stretching his arms out as if nothing has happened, and he made a few more steps forwards to where Dean was seated. Behind him, on the table, little birthday package came to view, it was packed with brown paper, though. Sam smiled. “Gotcha somethin’ too. Go on.” His head moved to the side, as if to encourage his brother to get up with a side smile and arms crossed over his chest.
‘‘.. Dude you’re kinda freakin me out now.’‘ Dean couldn’t help the small laugh that left his lips before he blinked, feeling really confused. He rolled his eyes slightly, getting up.
‘‘Sammy if anything jumps outta it at me I’m gonna kick your ass.’‘
He opened the package before blinking slightly.
‘‘Well I can always use more paper I guess, it’s the thought that counts anyway, cheers Sammy.’‘
“… How stupid are you? Rip the paper.” Sam literally chuckled gently under his breath, shaking his head with a ridiculous expression on his face. Dean could’ve been all that, he might’ve been a proper genius, but at times he was an actual idiot with half a braincell that barely worked. Paper was wrapped over three Jimi Hendrix’ vinyl albums, that he knew his brother would possibly enjoy /and/ blast throughout the bunker. Though, he moved closer to Dean, just to look at the gift over his shoulder, and smiled to himself. “Nothing’s gonna jump at you, idiot. I’m not that cruel.” Maybe he was, but today wasn’t about pranks.
‘‘You sure bout that?’‘
A soft teasing tone left Dean’s lips before he quickly ripped the paper, a grin going over his lips as he noticed the albums.
‘‘Dude this is so great, thanks!’‘
He instantly went to the nearby stereo, putting one of them on and blasting it up. He climbed up onto the table, beginning to sing along to the music in a dramatic fashion along with ridiculous dance moves.
Dean’s Birthday Thread || Sam Winchester || Open Starter!!
This happened… Well, it happened almost never in their lives. Birthdays came and went — but in lives such as theirs, there wasn’t much time to focus on something so trivial as celebrating each other’s existence in this world. Even if, ironically, it seemed to still be the most important thing. Though, Sam along with Dean had brushed it to understanding that, as long as they’re both alive and by eachother’s side, everything was /fine/. Now, their fine was quite an understatement. Last couple of weeks they’ve been busy with cases left and right — as if the creatures had just gathered on them, but that was good, since it kept Dean and his mind busy, while Sam formed a plan. 24th January, his birthday. Since they barely ever celebrated birthdays, and they were already grown ass men, Sam figured it would be more of a pleasant surprise, even if Dean wasn’t the one to even notice at first. He’d try to act it off, because it’s just a day, because they rarely did this. But Sam wanted t give his brother some time off, and well. Apparently, baking ended up being interesting. This last case he asked Dean to work alone, vamp nest in Colorado, enough time to keep him side-tracked, while he faked feeling unwell just for the sake of Dean leaving — just so he could get to work. And he literally decided to follow a cookbook recipe. Make him a homemade cherry pie. Which, he did — and it wasn’t that hard, but not too easy either. There was also few Jimi Hendrix’ vinyl albums stashed in a package. Just to wait for Dean, now. “In the kitchen!” He yelled, soon as he could hear the door opening.
It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy his birthday. He’d had a couple good birthdays when he was a kid and then everything happened and he taught himself to not care about the day. It was just another day to him now. He had the Vamp nest to work on. That and Sammy were all that mattered to him today. And well, he could drink when he got back. That would be something at least.
A soft yawn left his lips as he headed in, shutting the door closed behind him. The kitchen? Wasn’t Sam feeling unwell? He’d told his younger brother to get some rest when he left. Had he done that? Was he feeling okay now? Maybe that was it.
Dean tried not to go into panic mode and made his way into the kitchen.
He grabbed a beer from the fridge and slid down onto one of the stools to drink.
‘‘You feelin better Sammy?’‘
Right, yes. Sick. He was feeling sick before. Sam quickly cleared his throat and scratched at the back of his neck, as if a slight habit whenever he put himself in this slightly awkward state. Either that, or he could lie right off the bat. “Yeah, ‘course. I took a nap, a few painkillers, and… Uhm.” While standing there, casually with hips pressed to the kitchen table, covering the package behind his back, one feet crossed over the other, he smiled lightly. “And something else. How’s the hunt?” Sam tried to keep up his cover just for a few moments later, as if to keep the impatience of his brother, if he actually catches his little scheme. But thankfully everything was already in tact, and he could just spin this little further before he gets to reveal the surprise. Because just seeing Dean right now was relieving enough, and he marvelled at the sight.
‘‘Look Sammy if you didn’t wanna get your hair all messy you coulda just said so.’‘ A soft laugh left Dean’s lips as he took a long drink of beer before shrugging slightly. ‘‘It was good, those son’s of bitches didn’t know what hit em.’‘
He leaned back on the stool he was sitting on, another yawn leaving his lips as he ran his fingers through his messy hair with his free hand, watching the younger man in an almost suspicious fashion.
“Well, I was quite busy myself.” He started off, not yet revealing the entire truth to his dear brother, but letting him get even more interested in the scenario, curious for details of his little busy business. His eyes sparkled a little, and he added up a misterious smile. With that being said, he finally pushed off of the counter, stretching his arms out as if nothing has happened, and he made a few more steps forwards to where Dean was seated. Behind him, on the table, little birthday package came to view, it was packed with brown paper, though. Sam smiled. “Gotcha somethin’ too. Go on.” His head moved to the side, as if to encourage his brother to get up with a side smile and arms crossed over his chest.
‘‘.. Dude you’re kinda freakin me out now.’‘ Dean couldn’t help the small laugh that left his lips before he blinked, feeling really confused. He rolled his eyes slightly, getting up.
‘‘Sammy if anything jumps outta it at me I’m gonna kick your ass.’‘
He opened the package before blinking slightly.
‘‘Well I can always use more paper I guess, it’s the thought that counts anyway, cheers Sammy.’‘
Dean’s Birthday Thread || Sam Winchester || Open Starter!!
This happened… Well, it happened almost never in their lives. Birthdays came and went — but in lives such as theirs, there wasn’t much time to focus on something so trivial as celebrating each other’s existence in this world. Even if, ironically, it seemed to still be the most important thing. Though, Sam along with Dean had brushed it to understanding that, as long as they’re both alive and by eachother’s side, everything was /fine/. Now, their fine was quite an understatement. Last couple of weeks they’ve been busy with cases left and right — as if the creatures had just gathered on them, but that was good, since it kept Dean and his mind busy, while Sam formed a plan. 24th January, his birthday. Since they barely ever celebrated birthdays, and they were already grown ass men, Sam figured it would be more of a pleasant surprise, even if Dean wasn’t the one to even notice at first. He’d try to act it off, because it’s just a day, because they rarely did this. But Sam wanted t give his brother some time off, and well. Apparently, baking ended up being interesting. This last case he asked Dean to work alone, vamp nest in Colorado, enough time to keep him side-tracked, while he faked feeling unwell just for the sake of Dean leaving — just so he could get to work. And he literally decided to follow a cookbook recipe. Make him a homemade cherry pie. Which, he did — and it wasn’t that hard, but not too easy either. There was also few Jimi Hendrix’ vinyl albums stashed in a package. Just to wait for Dean, now. “In the kitchen!” He yelled, soon as he could hear the door opening.
It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy his birthday. He’d had a couple good birthdays when he was a kid and then everything happened and he taught himself to not care about the day. It was just another day to him now. He had the Vamp nest to work on. That and Sammy were all that mattered to him today. And well, he could drink when he got back. That would be something at least.
A soft yawn left his lips as he headed in, shutting the door closed behind him. The kitchen? Wasn’t Sam feeling unwell? He’d told his younger brother to get some rest when he left. Had he done that? Was he feeling okay now? Maybe that was it.
Dean tried not to go into panic mode and made his way into the kitchen.
He grabbed a beer from the fridge and slid down onto one of the stools to drink.
‘‘You feelin better Sammy?’‘
Right, yes. Sick. He was feeling sick before. Sam quickly cleared his throat and scratched at the back of his neck, as if a slight habit whenever he put himself in this slightly awkward state. Either that, or he could lie right off the bat. “Yeah, ‘course. I took a nap, a few painkillers, and… Uhm.” While standing there, casually with hips pressed to the kitchen table, covering the package behind his back, one feet crossed over the other, he smiled lightly. “And something else. How’s the hunt?” Sam tried to keep up his cover just for a few moments later, as if to keep the impatience of his brother, if he actually catches his little scheme. But thankfully everything was already in tact, and he could just spin this little further before he gets to reveal the surprise. Because just seeing Dean right now was relieving enough, and he marvelled at the sight.
‘‘Look Sammy if you didn’t wanna get your hair all messy you coulda just said so.’‘ A soft laugh left Dean’s lips as he took a long drink of beer before shrugging slightly. ‘‘It was good, those son’s of bitches didn’t know what hit em.’‘
He leaned back on the stool he was sitting on, another yawn leaving his lips as he ran his fingers through his messy hair with his free hand, watching the younger man in an almost suspicious fashion.
