[g8taloadofdisguy]

#needthat

[sobac]

im in my 2015,,,, 🧷

[deanwinchesterspregnant]

get him pregnant with quadruplets next ‼️‼️

also should I make shitty stick figure art of pregnant Dean?

AYE AYE CAPTAIN! 🫡

And YESYESYESYEESYESYES I absolutely ADORE fanart! anyone who makes any form of fanart for pregnant dean winchester gets a spot on the dean winchester pregnant council 💯🗣

[skysmadness]

sometimes i look at sam winchester and truly think that estrogen could've saved her

[sharks-in-water]

He is indeed the one who gripped him tight and raised him from perdition

[brainwormsoop]

this whole 'sam is rowena's one fated killer' thing has changed my brain chemistry this is a samwena blog now wtffff that's so romantic 🥹🥹🥹

[deanwinchesterspregnant]

what if the cats have powers to summon a cat?

What on EARTH is bro yapping about

[midnightsync]

I just realized Cas's back muscles look like wings!

[s4turns-st4rs]

your camera roll with dean winchester as your boyfriend !

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and i’m so impatient when you’re not mine i just wanna catch up on all the lost times

[llorar]

He's truly so lana coded

[orchidame]

[wendichester]

Self care day with the Winchesters👏

Reader decides to do a monthly self care day— no hunts, just a normal mundane day for once.

Reader always tried to include Sam and Dean in their plans. Both of them were reluctant at first, but all it took was a little tricking and some bribes. Slowly, but steadily, after a couple of months, the boys started to look forward to these self care days.

It's their one day where the brothers feel like a normal family spending quality time together.

Found family with reader type of relationship preferred~

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ selfcarechester,

pairing. dean + sam winchester x reader ( gn )

wordcount. 621 genre. fluff

warnings. mentions of bribery via pie, very soft winchester brothers, reader is the heart of the found family, sam gets his nails done, dean gets bullied into cucumber eye patches

When you first pitched the idea of “Monthly Self Care Day,” Dean looked at you like you’d just suggested a spa day with Satan.

Sam was more polite about it, of course, blinking over the book in his lap with a slow, cautious, “What exactly do you mean by that?”

You had to bribe Dean with pie. You had to lie to Sam and tell him there’d be a new vegan recipe involved.

There was no vegan recipe. There was no pie until Dean wore the face mask. You were a genius.

Now, months later, it’s become routine. Like clockwork. One day a month—no hunts, no weapons, no demon blood, no apocalypse. Just face masks, fuzzy socks, and the three of you squished onto the bunker couch like a pile of emotionally repressed puppies.

Dean’s sprawled in his usual spot, arms folded, cucumber slices over his eyes, grumbling even though he knows he loves it. Sam’s got his feet up and his nails painted in clear polish. You’re filing the edges with extreme concentration. There’s lo-fi playing through the speaker, and someone lit a candle. It might be Dean’s—he never admits it, but you caught him sniffing the “fresh linen” one last month with a suspicious level of interest.

“You know,” Dean mutters, shifting slightly as his sheet mask starts to slide, “I still don’t understand how rubbing green goop on my face is gonna help me kill monsters better.”

You hum, not looking up. “It won’t. That’s the point.”

“Then what’s it for?”

“Making you not a monster,” Sam deadpans, sipping his lemon water.

Dean scowls under the cucumber. “I am not a monster.”

“You punched a soda machine for giving you a Diet Coke last week,” you remind him gently. “I’m just saying. Maybe a little moisturizer helps balance the rage.”

Sam snorts. Dean mutters something about betrayal.

But then, ten minutes later, you catch him reapplying the face mask all by himself, no instructions needed. Progress.

After nails and masks, you move on to the movie segment of self-care day. It’s Dean’s turn to pick, and he claims “Die Hard” is self-care. Sam tries to argue for something educational. You land on a compromise: “The Mummy.” 1999. Brendan Fraser. Everyone wins.

You all pile into the same blanket, bowl of popcorn on your lap, Dean sneaking handfuls without looking like he’s trying to be sneaky, and Sam quoting trivia facts like it’s his job.

Halfway through, Dean leans his head on your shoulder. Says nothing. Just rests there like he forgot how to carry the weight.

Sam slouches into your side too, legs stretched across the ottoman, one of your fuzzy socks still clinging to his foot like it belongs there now.

And you—curled in the middle, your hands resting on both of them—feel it.

That quiet, rare moment where the bunker isn’t full of shadows. Where the silence is comfortable. Where the people you love the most let themselves breathe.

This isn’t the kind of family they ever thought they’d get. Hell, Dean used to joke he didn’t even like people. Sam was always more book than bond. And you? You were the glue. The annoying little tagalong who brought bubble baths and bath bombs and insisted they learn what a cuticle oil pen was.

Now they ask about it.

Dean: “Hey, which one’s the mask that makes me look less like I’ve been punched in the face?” Sam: “Do we still have those peppermint foot things?”

You smile.

You did this. You made this weird, broken, stitched-together little trio into something soft. Not weak. Never weak. But warm.

When the credits roll and no one moves, Dean sighs and pats your thigh.

“Same time next month?”

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[freeuseshanehollander]

Men will sign on to another eric kripke show instead of going to therapy

[mishashshsh]

This is the same image

[llorar]

jenmish is so special to me

[jenderandjazzhands]

you see, I feel like jensen is a silly goofball cosplaying as a serious person, and misha is a serious person cosplaying as a doofus

and that's why they're made for eachother

[deans-abandoment-issues]

In all honestly Eric Kripke is probably going to have Jensen kill Misha and send him to super turbo hell again

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