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@loadedwinchester
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independent, private, selective, canon divergent dean winchester for the supernatural fandom, written by nick (she/her) 30+. if you’re under the age of 18, i ask that you kindly do not follow. this blog will be nsfw at times with triggers such as substance abuse, violence, foul language, sexual situations, blood, and gore.
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.
okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friends’ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very “pleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighbor”. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )
[ HAIR ]: sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)
[ CLOSE ]: while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.
[ CHIN ]: as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.
[ THUMB ]: while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.
[ WOUND ]: upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.
[ INHALE ]: while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.
[ DANCE ]: when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.
[ BARE ]: as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.
[ SCAR ]: noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.
[ FOREHEAD ]: placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.
[ PALM ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.
[ LINGER ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.
[ BEHIND ]: upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.
[ WAIT ]: realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.
[ ARM ]: after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.
[ HOLD ]: while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.
[ PLAY ]: while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.
[ GUIDE ]: in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back
[ TOUCH ]: while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.
[ CUP ]: bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.
[ TUG ]: the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.
[ HUSH ]: while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.
[ WRAP ]: when sitting astride a horse/motorcycle/etc. together, the sender reaches back, takes the receiver’s wrists, and gently pulls their arms around the sender’s waist in an embrace designed to keep the receiver safe, despite feeling remarkably intimate.
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Then Let Me Be Evil You never wanted to hurt anyone, but the world never gave you a choice. You did the best you could with what you had, but every innocent mistake you made was held against you when it counted, every crossroads led you down the wrong path no matter which way you went. No matter what you did, the odds were stacked against you. It wasn't fair, and you are sick and tired of being told what a monster you are for things out of your control. Well, fine. They want a monster? YOU'LL GIVE THEM A MONSTER!
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"You might not have anything now, but down the road, don't be surprised if I use them to get help on a hunt, or to like, protect me if I piss someone off hustling pool or something. It's the risk of hanging out with me," okay, maybe she knew that she was pretty, but he didn't need to know that she wanted his opinion, "Maybe I do, but it's nice to hear. I mean, I'm sure you like it when someone says how attractive you are."
"Oh, I'm prepared," he joked, trying not to crack a smile. "Useful tool. If it helps make some scratch then it's all worth knowing you." Dean didn't doubt she could get her way by being adorable. He was already under her spell, as was Sam. "Dudes love compliments. I wouldn't get anywhere in life without this face." He aimed a finger at his noggin. "Sam loves yours. You should give the guy a chance." Dean cleared his throat. "Have you?"
❝ 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐏𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 ; they used this really lovely shot of her celebrating her 73rd birthday , ❞ Brooklyn answered , pulling out her laptop to find the screenshot she'd taken . ❝ Smoke show , right ? Honestly , I think she'd be a great sister in law. I bet she makes the 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 . ❞
Brook shook out her shoulders , tapping the pocket of her suit jacket to ensure her false credentials were in place . She gazed up at the facade of the house ; the quintessential suburban home , 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭. ❝ Absolutely not. It'd make me itchy , ❞ she mused. ❝ Road's all I've ever known. I'd NEVER BE ABLE TO SIT STILL like this. ❞
In reality , Brooklyn 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 . Of a world where her life wasn't defined by which monster she had to kill next. But Sam had already gotten out , and in his absence her bond with Dean had only strengthened ; Brook would never let her older brother know she'd ever even pictured a life without him constantly in it. She cleared her throat , 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 .
❝ Show time . ❞
Glancing away from the steering wheel, he eyed the picture. The edges of his mouth curved downward, shoulder lifting. "Not bad for a seventy-three year old." There was no going back now. "Fuckin' love cookies. Fresh baked. Peanut butter. Oatmeal raisin. Best way to end a booty call." His expression held no regret. If she wanted to sicken him, returning the favor was only fair.
He was still eyeing the house when Brooklyn spoke about being itchy; denying the urge to live such a calm lifestyle. Dean was the same. Life with Lisa had been awesome for a week or two. "Yeah. You go crazy sitting. Believe me."
Pushing the car door open, the oldest Winchester stepped out, prepared for showtime. He sauntered up to the house, questioning his sister. "What if she's the one? You ready to take down a hot, old lady that bakes the best cookies?"
In contrast, Crowley doesn’t let his attention trail from Dean for a second. He watches this all play out with some kind of fascination, though he’s at least smart enough to keep most commentary to himself. There’s some crisis happening here, and he’s not going to poke it too many times. Just once. Or twice.
The floundering to change subject, the stumbling through the remote, the abrupt abandoning of the whole thing within seconds. ❝ Whiskey would be lovely, ❞ he calls after Dean’s retreating form, and he finds a seat and reclines, eyeing the television from where Dean abandoned it abruptly on —— some cooking network. ❝ Don't stay gone too long, darling. I get lonely. ❞
Don't stay gone too long, darling. I get lonely. His eyes close as an exasperated sigh escapes his lungs. Thankfully Crowley can't see the pain written on his expression. The temptation to give in and ask for a blowjob while watching the game is strong. I'm overworked, he mentally reminds himself. It's the only excuse he has.
After grabbing a cold one, he pours the demon a glass of whiskey. "How are things in Hell?" Did he really ask that? Pushing the self scold aside, he returns to his company, offering the glass. "Your mom still a bitch?" Maybe this can turn into a brawl and Dean won't have to deal with the fact his jeans have become uncomfortable. "I know mine is."
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A step toward the stranger is taken . In truth , he does feel bad about leaving him laying there --- especially when he had been in that situation mere seconds ago . Hand extends , then swiftly retracts when the man's ramble reaches ears . Hunter . Hiss instinctively follows , fangs on display as he draws back .
" So what ?! " Tail of jacket is pulled over to conceal lower half of face but it's inevitably dropped back behind his frame . " You can't just go around killing vampire ! " Well , he supposes he could . But what gives him the right to kill vampire just for existing ? He doesn't go around killing humans for the fun of it !
Disgusted with himself; mostly due to the ice cold blood he's soaked in, Dean shakes his head angrily. "Your kind kills people. That's what." There was no denying. "We both know that much. You expect me to believe that this wasn't your doing? If not you, then who?"
His eyebrows almost meet at the question. "I've killed your kind for existing..." Countless times, he adds in thought. "Kind of goes with the hunting occupation." Dean takes a moment, considering everything that has gone down. Maybe this guy isn't the one he's looking for. "Who did this?" he asks calmly. "Give me a name and I won't be your problem."
Brows raise at the shorter brute's question when the man's finally managed to process what the duke had been telling him . Smile widens , exposing nothing out of the ordinary in pearly bite . " Be my guest . " single clap of the hands in patronizing acknowledgment to observation . " Glad we're on the same page , agent Johnson . " For valuables could be replaced ( if he had any in warehouse , which he had not ) , but while these alleged agents were to busy themselves fetching such a thing , anything incriminating would be cleared out within their return .
Amused huff when noting the man's faux pas , eyes darting at the taller one . That isn't the husband in question , to be sure . He could tell as much by their rapport . " You think I care about your personal life --- at all ." Few paces taken to stand directly in front of instigator . He doesn't care , but given the other seemed to be extremely closeted he files fact away in case he proves to be further trouble in the future . " I'm not your son . " fighting a sneer as he looks down at the other . " I believe you have a warrant to fetch , lads . "
A smug grin draws on the hunter's expression when he believes he'll be granted permission to search the premises. "Thought you'd come around," he says, beaming with ego. His superior attitude is brought down a rung when the Duke announces it's a no go. "You're a real prick, you know that?" Sam's shoulder meets his, reminding Dean that he's breaking character. FBI agents aren't so emotional, are they? He couldn't care less about Dean's personal life. Winchester doesn't know why the meaningless jab pinches, but it does.
He stares daggers into his host when their eyes meet. "No," he replies softly. "You aren't." His eyes roll toward his brother. They share a look before Dean returns his attention to the Duke. "Looks that way." As Sam wishes the other a good evening, his older brother continues to glare. "See you soon."
Shoulders relax as conversation seems to veer in his favor . " I can certainly shock you with other things I feel but I warn it diverts into the naughty . " Weight shifts forward on heels with a dip of head . " I doubt you want to hear any of that though . "
Lips pursing, a single eyebrow lifts. "Pretty sure I can handle it," he says matter-of-factly. "Why not? We're both dudes. Dudes get horny. Is that it, though? Is that all the emotion you have? Hunger, violence, sex?" He makes a face, considering. "Maybe we're not that different."
"Oh, you haven't witnessed the look I give when I want something, so adorable you'd totally give in," she teased, unable to keep herself from grinning, "You think I'm beautiful, huh?"
Dean was still mocking. Too much fun to resist. "Lucky me. I have nothing you could possibly want, baby alive." The way she asked if he thought she was beautiful only slightly embarrassed him. Perhaps he had said too much. "Come on. You know you're gorgeous."
❛ been there. seen that. got the scars to prove it. ❜ / from Rowena !
"I believe you," he said, sadness in his eyes. "You can't live to be over three hundred without a few marks." Never one to have a heart-to-heart with a witch, Dean was visibly uncomfortable. Still, he liked Rowena. "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours."
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❝ Necessary? Probably not. Hilarious for me? Most certainly. ❞ Balthazar lifts his chin, and there’s a stubborn jut to his jaw. Stubborn, a little wary, a lot suspicious. He’s been in hiding for a long, long time, and being discovered by the Winchesters is near the top of the list of things that he’d like to avoid.
❝ Don’t tempt me, ❞ he says, dry as dirt, and his mouth presses together. ❝ Last time I did favors for you, I’d like to remind, I died. Or, well. ❞ He shrugs, loosely. ❝ For all intents and purposes. So. Why would I ever want to do you a favor? ❞ A pause. ❝ Or are you just so far up shit creek you've run that far out of allies? ❞
Once he makes it to his feet, Dean tries to instantly regain his pride. Being knocked on his ass wasn't unusual. "Hilarious." He nods in agreement, the word filled with sarcasm. "Whatever I can do to entertain." Taking a step forward, his crabby expression stays. "Want me to dance for you next? Pull out an accordion and put on my fez hat?"
A heavy sigh proves how correct the angel is. Without a bargain, Dean is stuck practically begging for help. And it sickens him. "The last part." Attitude changing, Winchester knows when he's screwed. "We've got a serious problem and you're the only asshole we can turn to." Eyes closing, he regrets the insult. "I mean, fellow asshole. Since we're all pretty much assholes." Surely, that makes up for the name calling. "It's your brother. Lucifer. Again."
Once Dean was fully situated in the passenger seat, Sam slid the key in and closed the door as Baby roared to life. Motor sounding like purring from a happy kitten. The younger Winchester was relieved to hear his brother talking as they drove, saving him from having to take his eyes off the road to make sure he was okay. A smile tugged more at the corners of his mouth and hazel eyes glimmered with amusement as Dean described the night. Sounded like it would be eventful to say the least, for Dean anyway. The most Sam wanted was the salad and possibly some reading time. Dating hadn't really been on his checklist or even a good one night stand. But he was pretty sure he could look into some bars that would suit Dean's taste and desire for topless women. "Sounds like the perfect way to spend the evening and night. I'll see what I can find that fits that criteria. Shouldn't be too hard." Sam hummed in response. The sign they passed said the nearest town was only a few miles away. Good. The sooner they got there, the better given Dean's condition. His brothers next words made Sam hesitate, fingers drumming against the steering wheel. There was once a time that would have sounded like a perfect life. An apple pie one. The one he had envisioned with Jessica. But that life had been stolen from him and he hadn't so much as looked back or dared to dream of it since. "Maybe...What about you, Dean? What's the perfect apple pie life look like for you?" Sam asked honestly as the motel up ahead slowly came into view.
Apple pie life. He coughed out a sarcastic laugh. There was no such thing for Dean. With Lisa and her son, he had tried and hated every moment. "Not for me," he breathed, staring straight ahead. "Guess I had it once. Didn't work out. Wouldn't want to do it again." His eyes shifted to the passenger side window. Always being in the driver seat, the older Winchester wasn't used to this view. "But you. For you, I can see it. Wife, kids, picket fence the whole shebang." A smile crept up on his lips. "You'd be good at it, too."
Droplets of rain had begun to gather on the glass. Lost in thought for only a beat, he tore his attention away to watch Sam in the driver's seat. "Better not wreck my baby because of a puddle," he teased. "I'd never forgive you."
Did Sam not think of a different life anymore? He wondered. "What life would you want Sam...if you had a choice? You still wanna keep up with this? Keep hunting monsters, risking your life on a daily basis? If you could choose right now, what would it be?"
