Are you now or have you ever been masterlist Amnesia, grief, post-Gadreel Sam, set in season 9, some reader x Gadreel. 12 chapters. Finished.
Blackbird masterlist Historical Western AU with madam!reader x outlaw!Sam, plus a whole gang of misfits, heavy on the found family. 18 chapters. Finished.
Dean Winchester x Hunter!Reader
➥Summary: After a messy vampires hunt leaves them drenched in blood, Dean and his partner share a cramped motel shower.
➥Warnings: nudity (non-sexual shower sharing), excessive amounts of domestic fluff for two hunters, Dean being stupidly soft in private
The motel bathroom was barely big enough for one person, let alone two grown hunters caked in vampire's blood, but Dean kicked the door shut behind them anyway.
“Jesus, we smell like a slaughterhouse had a bad day,” he muttered, already peeling his soaked flannel away from his skin. It landed in the corner with a wet slap.
She snorted, reaching past him to twist the shower knob. The pipes groaned like they were personally offended before lukewarm water sputtered out. “You’re the one who said ‘aim for the neck, less mess.’”
“Yeah, well, clearly the necks disagreed.” He tugged his shirt over his head, grimacing as it peeled away from a smear of dried blood on his collarbone. “You got some in your hair, by the way. Looks like you went full Carrie.”
She flicked a glance at the foggy mirror, then at him. “And you’ve got a whole handprint on your ass. Classy.”
Dean twisted to check, eyebrows lifting. “Huh. Souvenir.” He grinned, crooked and tired, then stepped under the spray without waiting for an invitation.
She followed a second later, shoving him lightly so she could steal the bulk of the water. “Move, Winchester. Some of us actually care about getting clean.”
He laughed under his breath, grabbing the tiny bar of motel soap and lathering it between his palms. “Here. You first. Ladies who decapitate vamps get priority.”
She rolled her eyes but let him rub the suds into her shoulders, his thumbs working in lazy circles over the knot that always lived there after a hunt. She tipped her head back, letting the water sluice the worst of the mess down the drain.
“You missed a spot,” she said, reaching up to swipe a thumb across his jaw where a streak of red still clung.
He caught her wrist, gentle, and pressed a quick kiss to the inside of it—more reflex than anything else. “Better?”
“Marginally.” She smirked, then flicked soap bubbles at his face. “You still look like you lost a fight with a paint roller.”
Dean retaliated by scooping a handful of water and dumping it over her head.
She yelped, laughing, and shoved him back against the tiles. “Asshole.”
“Your asshole,” he shot back, already reaching for the shampoo bottle. He squeezed way too much into his palm—because of course he did—and started working it into her hair, careful around the tangles, like he’d done it a hundred times before. Which he had.
For a minute there was only the sound of water drumming on porcelain, the soft rasp of fingers against scalp, and the occasional muttered curse when one of them stepped on the other’s foot.
She leaned back against his chest, eyes closed. “We’re burning these clothes.”
“Already planning the bonfire,” he murmured into her wet hair. “Maybe throw the boots in too. They’re cursed now.”
“Everything we own is cursed.”
“True. But these ones are extra cursed.”
She huffed a laugh, small and fond, and turned just enough to rest her forehead against his. The water kept falling, warm now, washing away the last of the night.
Neither of them said anything else. They didn’t need to.
They just stood there, breathing the steam, letting the grime spiral down the drain until the only thing left was them—tired, bruised, alive, and still stupidly in love with each other.
the first few weeks home are a blur of no sleep and sam refusing to put the baby down for more than 10 minutes at a time, he just walks the apartment in slow circles at 3am, one big hand supporting the tiny head, the other rubbing endless soothing circles on the baby’s back while humming “hey jude” so quietly it’s almost just breath
he’s obsessed with the baby’s tiny hands. like, completely mesmerized. he’ll hold one little fist in his palm and just stare, whispering “look at these fingers… how are they so small?” until she teases him that he’s gonna wear out the phrase
bath time becomes sacred. sam kneels by the baby tub like it’s a ritual, testing the water temp on his wrist approximately 17 times even though he already knows it’s perfect. the baby coos and splashes and sam’s whole face lights up like the sun came out — he gets soaked every single time and doesn’t care
he starts a tradition of reading to the baby every night from day one. not baby books at first — he reads mythology, latin primers, even parts of his old law textbooks in that low calm voice. claims it’s “building vocabulary early” but really it’s just because the sound of his voice makes the baby stop fussing instantly
whenever the baby cries in the car, sam pulls over immediately. doesn’t matter if they’re two blocks from home. he climbs in the back seat, unbuckles the car seat, scoops the baby out and just holds them against his chest until the sobs turn to hiccups. “i’ve got you. dad’s got you. you’re safe”
dean visits and tries to burp the baby like a pro wrestler and sam hovers like a nervous hen going “support the head—gentle—dean, gentle!!” until dean smirks and hands the baby back like “relax, sammy, i’m not gonna drop my niece/nephew”
sam has zero chill about tummy time. he lies on the floor for hours, chin on his hands, cheering like it’s the Olympics every time the baby lifts their head even a centimeter. “that’s it! strong like mom, huh? look at you go”
the baby’s first smile is at sam — he’s making ridiculous faces while changing a diaper and it just… happens. tiny gummy grin. sam freezes, eyes instantly glassy, and chokes out “did you see that? she/he smiled at me” like it’s the greatest thing anyone’s ever done for him
nightmares still hit him hard some nights. he wakes up gasping, checks the crib first thing — the second he sees the baby breathing, safe and tiny, he exhales like he’s been holding it for years. sometimes he just sits in the rocking chair watching them sleep until dawn, one finger tucked in that little hand
he learns every cry. hungry is different from tired is different from “i just want to be held.” he’s up before the wail even fully starts, already murmuring “i know, i know, i’m here”
first time the baby grabs a fistful of his hair and won’t let go? sam just laughs — soft, wrecked, happy — and lets them keep it hostage for twenty minutes while he rocks them. “yeah, you got me. i’m not going anywhere”
he keeps the first onesie they ever dressed the baby in folded in his nightstand drawer next to his dad’s old army knife. two pieces of who he is, side by side
late-night feedings: bottle in one hand, baby cradled in the crook of his arm, sam’s head tipped back against the couch whispering all the promises he’s too scared to say in daylight — “you’ll have a real home. you’ll never have to run. i’ll give you normal, i swear”
the baby falls asleep on his chest so often that sam’s hoodie permanently smells like baby shampoo and milk. he pretends to complain but secretly never wants to wash it
Jensen is seventeen and his love interest is still sweet sixteen. He does everything he can to help make everything happen smoothly and safely. They are alone in his parents house on a weekend they have the whole house to themselves. What do two teenagers in love try to do? All the salacious thoughts come into play. Jensen is very patient and just wants to please his sweet sixteen girlfriend into the wonderful world of sex.
Jared's birthday week!!!!!!!!!! (That's it. That's the post. heeheehee)
Yay!!! Happy Birthday Jared! I think I saw the theme for today was Jared at conventions, so I'll share a few candid shots I took when both Jared and Gen came to Salt Lake for FanX!
It's hard to talk about Jared without Gen because both of them were so hilarious and charming during their panel, and they not only made the audience of nearly 5,000 laugh, but each other, as well.
If you haven't seen the full panel, I highly recommend watching!
They’ve already been hanging out all day, they walked out on stage together, Jensen has had episodes of Countdown airing for weeks already, not to mention Misha has already tried to mooch off of Jensen's success with a post (instagram or Twitter or whatever), there was literally no reason he had to hug Jensen on stage to congratulate him publicly, except to be performative and fan the flames of horniness of hellers and cockles nut jobs.
Actual friends don't wait for an audience for congratulatory hugs.
Disingenuous twerp.
(Also, Jensen quasi pandering with his "awesome friend" (read "mooching suck-up"), yet keeping his pelvis 10 miles away from Pervisha. 😂)
This was the exact same thing I noticed immediately, and it was shown again at the 20 year celebration (which I’m more convinced than ever was set up by CE to sell dollar store Misha as a substitute for Jared at the Jaredless cons to justify keeping the prices the same when hes not there - yeah, good luck with that!). If anyone has a link to the account that said that, I’d love to have another look.
Anyway, Jensen in particular is keeping his lower body away, which I see time and again with M/J hugs, like he’s really angled back there, keeping his personal space intact as much as possible. Contrast that with Jared where he goes high, really pulls Jared in and they are aligned down to their toes. There’s no concept of personal space between them at all.
Andrew Dabb shares what he'd want to see if the show were to come back in some form, plus were there plans for a Season 16?
However, he didn’t rule out the show returning in some way. “Look, my feeling is, as much as we tried to end it with some degree of closure, I mean, we’re looking at like, X-Files came back, Buffy‘s coming back, you know what I mean? Supernatural 10, 15 years from now, some huge fan that grew up on it will be running Warner Bros, and they might decide to bring it back, and it’s very easy to do it,” he noted.
In fact, he (Dabb) knows exactly how that can happen: “Sam and Dean wake up and Jack [Alexander Calvert] is there, and somebody beat him up, and he’s like, ‘Look, guys, I need your help.’ And then you’re off to the races.”
He did call that “just a set-up. It’s like, look, God got beat up, who beat up God, Sam and Dean figure it out. But where it goes from there, I have no idea. And by the way, that may be a horrible opening. That’s the other thing: Sometimes ideas are meant to be just ideas.”
Dabb also pointed out that the episodes are about to go off Netflix with the end of that deal and they’ll “probably” end up streaming on HBO Max. (Other CW shows are available on there.) “There’s a version where HBO Max goes to Jared and Jensen, ‘Come back, do six episodes,'” he said but quickly added, “I don’t think the landscape right now supports that largely because every streamer’s making cutbacks. And genre procedural stuff is not what buyers seem to want unfortunately.”
...That being said, what he would want to see in a revival is “the guys back together and working cases of the week." Because as much as I love the myth and I love writing the myth and everything else, the core of that show is Sam and Dean rescuing someone by the end of 42 minutes. Nobody’s really doing that in episode in shows right now, but that’s what I would like to see personally. But in terms of where they go, what they do, I think it’s wide open.”
See, even Dabb knows that Destiel is NOT THE SHOW!! Dabb doesn't even mention Castiel or Misha in this article, just the boys. Hell, even Al Cal's God gets mentioned, but not Misha.
That being said, what he would want to see in a revival is “the guys back together and working cases of the week." Because as much as I love the myth and I love writing the myth and everything else, the core of that show is Sam and Dean rescuing someone by the end of 42 minutes. Nobody’s really doing that in episode in shows right now, but that’s what I would like to see personally. But in terms of where they go, what they do, I think it’s wide open.”
He finally gets it, what made the show great, now get a writing team that doesn’t go rogue or pander, some decent new characters to support them,keep the old ones permanently retired and get me some episodes, stat!
So why didn't we get Sam and Dean rescuing someone by the end of 42 minutes during Dabb's initial run? I'm starting to think he had very little to do with crafting the story the last three seasons and was mainly a showrunner in name only.
Dabb told us that while he loves Supernatural, calling it “my favorite job ever” and likely “the favorite job I ever have in my career,” he did say, “I honestly don’t know if I or anyone else involved in this first incarnation of the show is the best person to revive it. I think probably the best person to revive it is somebody who, during the finale, was on Tumblr live blogging their reaction. I think you need someone to come into it with a little bit of a different point of view, a little bit of a fresh take on it, a way that kind of explores it, both as a fan but also can kind of take it forward in a way, in a new and interesting direction. And if they wanted to bring a few of us old timers along for the ride, that would be fantastic.”
Does Dabb even know what it was like on Tumblr during the finale? LOL! That's a hard veto on any Tumblr blogger reviving the show (despite the very few that I'd trust to do it right).
Jared's birthday week!!!!!!!!!! (That's it. That's the post. heeheehee)
Yay!!! Happy Birthday Jared! I think I saw the theme for today was Jared at conventions, so I'll share a few candid shots I took when both Jared and Gen came to Salt Lake for FanX!
It's hard to talk about Jared without Gen because both of them were so hilarious and charming during their panel, and they not only made the audience of nearly 5,000 laugh, but each other, as well.
If you haven't seen the full panel, I highly recommend watching!
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