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@omgspnpreferences Tumblr suggested you and so I as I was scrolling through, I read “I Like Your Stubble” and that was it!! I followed you right after!!
it was either that or right after I reblogged your post about you wearing flannel. 😀
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Reblog if you're Dean Winchester trash
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SAXX 😍
“You’re like father material.”
Dean + babies = ♥♥♥
ok but crowley going through menopause was the highlight of my life
Oh my god this ball of fucking sunshine
I cant help but smile and laugh with him!
“That’s beautiful, Dean..”
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Accidents Don’t Just Happen Accidentally - Full Series
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I Like Your Stubble
Imagine: You have a nightmare and the Winchesters come to comfort you Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Supernatural nightmares, Dean being Dean
It was the same dream every time.
You were running from the same black-eyed monster. Every night, it killed Sam and Dean; tortured them right in front of you. You never thought a dream could be so vivid, you never thought the blood could be so clear...
"Y/N!" Came the Winchesters' strangled screams clashed into one. You couldn't tell whose voice belonged to who. You ran harder, trying to catch up to them.
"Y/N! Please!"
The screams grew unbearably loud. You covered your ears, screaming as well. It was all too much.
"Y/N, wake up!"
You sat up at the speed of light, feeling warm tears slide down your cheeks. The two stars of your nightmares stood hovering over you, worried expressions upon their faces. Dean's hands were clutching your shoulders, holding you together as if you were going to fall apart at any time.
Your breathing was erratic and the tears continued to cloud your vision. You tried to speak, but all that came out was a breathy sob. Within seconds, you were pulled into their arms. You buried your face into the soft material of Sam's shirt as you felt Dean rub your back gently.
"Another one?" Sam's quiet voice pricked the silence. All you could let out was a whimper. You hated feeling like this. So weak and vulnerable.
"This is the fourth one this week, sweetheart. You gotta talk to us." Dean mumbled, voice thick with sleep as he continued to rub his hand along your back. The three of you sat in silence until you were ready to speak.
"I-It-" You choked out, only to be stopped by a second round of tears. "It k-killed you guys."
You watched as the brothers shared a look.
"T-Tortured you..." Another sob wracked your body.
"Shhh... We're here. We're right here, we're not going anywhere." Sam soothed, his voice remained soft and gentle. "You're safe. We're safe. We'll never leave you."
A single tear slipped down your cheek as you looked up at the two. "Promise me."
They looked at each other and then back at you.
"I promise." Sam said, giving you a small smile.
"I promise." Dean whispered, squeezing your hand.
You smiled weakly. What would you do without them? They go through so much every single day, and yet here they were, comforting you from a nightmare.
A few minutes went on but Sam still hasn't let go of you and Dean was still mindlessly running a hand along your back. You were almost reluctant to say you were starting to feel better and that they could go back to their rooms.
"Thank you guys... for comforting me." You whispered, burying yourself deeper into Sam's embrace before allowing him to let you go. "You can go back to sleep now."
"Are you sure?" They both asked in unison. You smiled and gave them a small nod. they shared a look before hesitantly pulling themselves away from you.
Sam was the first to get up. He ran a hand along your arm and gave you a gentle smile before turning to the door.
"You coming, Dean?" He looked back at the two of you still sitting together on the bed. Dean cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Uh, yeah... Just wanted to say goodnight to Y/N before you know... going to bed."
Sam gave him a weird look, but nodded and turned to you. "Goodnight, Y/N. If you need anything, come wake one of us up, okay?"
You nodded, giving him a smile as he walked out and back to his room.
You turned to Dean, looking up into his green eyes that were so full of compassion and love. He cleared his throat again, standing up.
"Well, um... You should get your rest." He said, scratching the back of his neck again. "I'll just... you know-"
You cut him off by grabbing onto his hand. He looked completely shocked and flustered.
"Uh, can you... stay with me?" You asked softly, giving his hand a light squeeze. "Just for tonight. You know, in case the nightmares come back."
He smiled and bit his lip. "Move over."
You grinned, lifting up the covers and allowing him to crawl in beside you.
"Are you sure you actually want to do this or are you just doing it because I cried?" You asked playfully, causing him to shoot you a crooked grin.
"How could I ever say no to you, Y/N?"
Dean can be very sweet and sentimental when he wants to be. You were glad that now was one of those times. It's actually quite adorable and it's not something you see very often.
You smiled. "You're cute."
He raised his eyebrows, trying to hide his growing smirk. "So I've been told."
The playful vibe died down after a couple minutes of silence.
"Dean, I don't what I'd do without you." You whispered, mindlessly running a hand along his chest. He sighed, taking your other hand in his.
"You won't." He stated. You were going to say something, but he continued. "Truth is, I need you way more than you need me. I don't think I'd be able to handle myself if I ever left you. Heaven, hell... whatever it is, I don't think I'd be able to stop thinking about you."
You stared into his amazingly green eyes in shock. No, in awe.
"And that..." He let out a shaken breath. "is what keeps me going. It's what's keeping me alive."
Your fingers stroked along his cheeks, watching as his eyes reflected just about every ounce of sadness they could muster. The past few months haven't exactly been the easiest for him, either. With dealing with the mark while trying to balance a few cases a week, he hasn't really had much time for himself. Whenever he did, he would always go into that same dark place. You and Sam noticed his change in personality, but didn't really speak much on it since Dean wasn't really the chatty type. He kept things like this to himself.
"Dean, sweetheart, you're worth so much more than you think. Believe me." You whispered, swiping you thumb underneath his watery eyes. "You're so caring and loving and you always put everyone's need before your own. I love your sense of humor and your ability to make me feel so happy whenever you're around... Dean, you're perfect in every single way. I wouldn't trade you for the world."
Dean stayed silent as he listened to your soft words. It was soothing to him to hear you speak and it was definitely something he needed to hear. No matter how much he hated himself, you always somehow managed to make him feel like he's worth it.
He gave you a soft smile, playing with your fingers. "Thank you."
"You don't need to thank me, you know that."
"I do. You're the one that's supposed to be comforted right now. Not me. But yet here I am, finding myself feeling happy just by the sound of your voice and the touch of your fingers. You're so selfless, Y/N. You haven't gotten a good night's sleep in over two weeks."
You shrugged. "My lack of sleep isn't your fault, Dean. You don't have to worry about it."
"I'll always worry for you, sweetheart."
You continued running your hand along his chest, feeling every muscle relax under your fingertips. He kept his gaze on you, playing with a strand of your hair.
"Why are you always so sweet to me?" You smiled, meeting his eyes once more.
"Hey, Dean Winchester is not sweet. He may occasionally let his guard down around you, but he's not sweet." He opposed, scrunching up his face in disgust as you let out a light laugh.
"No, you're sweet." You stated, tracing his jawline with your finger. He rolled his eyes.
"What are you doing?" He asked with furrowed eyebrows. You shrugged.
"What? I like your stubble..."
He chuckled. "Yeah, you might have told me that a couple hundred times over the years."
You liked this. Just talking with Dean. It made you feel calm. He distracted you.
"Go to sleep, Y/N. You can barely keep your eyes open."
"Shut up, Dean. I'm perf... perfectly capable of staying, hm, awake." You protested, pushing his chest playfully.
"Sure you are..." He muttered, rolling onto his back.
"Hey!" You muttered. "You're not leaving me."
He turned back to face you. "I won't. I promise."
You smiled as he pulled you into his arms. Your face buried into his chest as you breathed in, sighing contently. His arms wrapped around you and pressed your body closer to him. Your legs tangled with his and you heard him let out a breath.
"Is this okay?" He asked with his lips pressed into your hair. You nodded, pressing closer, if that were even possible.
"You're warm." You mumbled, feeling his stubble against your forehead.
He chuckled. "Go to sleep, princess. I'll be here when you wake up. I promise."
You smiled, looking up to his eyes. They crinkled at the corners as he smiled down at you. You reached up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His stubble grazed against his lips and you could feel his grin get larger.
"Goodnight, Dean." You whispered, snuggling back into his chest.
"Goodnight."
I decided to team up with singerjensen this month because I’m shy and need someone to take my hand and help me through the halloween tumblr jungle and together we are doing a awesome, crazy OCTOBER BOTM!
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When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasn’t really a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. I said ‘sure it is, you’ve either had sex before him, or you haven’t’. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.
In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.
And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.
And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.
And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.
And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.
And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.
And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.
And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.
-16 year old girl
Did I reblog this already I dont care
Idk how I found your blog, but I'm glad I did, you're amazing!! 😍😍
thank you so much!!! this made me smile!! you're so sweet :)
Lets play the game called "how did you find my blog and what made you want to follow"
Actual quotes from Supernatural...
Crowley: Dean Winchester completes me.
Sam: I lost my shoe.
Dean: Death is our bitch.
Dean: I think you pissed off my sandwich.
Sam: It was night, and now it's day.
Dean: He showed up naked, covered in bees.
Ed: Gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day.
Dean: Fight the fairies!
Crowley: No one in the history of torture's been tortured with torture like the torture you'll be tortured with.
Castiel: Would you say you're looking for a... partner in crime, or, uh, someone into nurse role-play and light domination?
Lucifer: He said 'shut up' to me.
Dean: He was my gay thing.
Castiel: I'll interrogate the cat.
Dean: I'll find the posse, cause you know I'm a posse magnet. love me some posse...put that on a shirt...
Sam: I've got genital herpes.
Dean: PUDDING!!!
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Jensen x Katelyn
Candy Apples.
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You danced around the kitchen, making tasty treats that you searched up on Pinterest.
It was just hours away from the Halloween party you were throwing. Everyone you knew would be attending. But the one person you wanted the most, he couldn’t make it.
It was your first Halloween with Jensen. It’s been 10 months since you two started dating. And it’s been the best 10 months of your life.
So you were pretty bummed to find out he couldn’t make it. Due to the show and conventions. It sucked.
The music blasted through the house, and you continue to dance around.
On Pinterest, you found out how to make candy apples.
You stuck a stick into the apple, and dipped it into the red flavored sauce.
The scent was overbearing, but it also made you feign to taste to it.
Placing it down, you grabbed another Apple and dipped it back into the sauce.
Little did you know, the door slowly crept open, and Jensen quietly placed his duffel bag down. He kept his gaze on you, watching you sing and sway your hips to the music.
He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, and he knew that this was a moment he’d never forget. He was so in love with you, it was crazy.
He took steps to you, trying to stay quiet so he wouldn’t ruin the surprise.
As you set the second Apple down, he quickly crept up behind you and slid his hand to your waist, holding you close.
The sudden sensation of his touch, caused you to jump. Your heart pounded profusely.
Turning on your heels, you met the gaze of the familiar emerald green eyes. And in that moment, you couldn’t breathe.
Was this just a dream?
“W-what are you-”
“What, I can’t surprise my girlfriend? I mean it is our first Halloween together. I can’t miss that.” He chuckled.
Before you could say another word, his lips met yours and you were lost in his kiss.
“I love you Kateyln.” He brushed over your lips. His words echoed your mind, making your stomach flutter.
“I love you too J.” You smiled. “But seriously, what are you doing here? I thought you had to work?”
He shrugged his shoulders, and leaned against the counter, still holding your waist. “Well I know how bummed you were when I told you I couldn’t make it. Trust me, I was upset about it too. So I talked to kripke and asked if I could just take a day off. I mean, I really missed you babe. 6 weeks is too long. I hate not being able to see you.”
You both stared intently at one another.
Until the sound of your phone goes off. It was an alarm to remind you of the cupcakes you were baking. “They’re done!” You spewed out.
You turned to the oven and slipped on the mitts.
“Anything I can help you with?” Jensen asked with a full mouth.
You snapped your gaze at him, and pursed your lips. “Yeah, try not to eat the food before the guests get here.”
He started to laugh as he threw his hands into the air for surrender. “Sorry Kate. Just smelt so good.” He muttered. “Oh by the way, I invited Osric.” He smirked.
“Well looks like the entire cast of supernatural will be here then.” You cackled. “Guess I should double the treats.”
Jensen nodded his head, taking another piece of candy and shoving it in his mouth.
“J! Stop eating the food.” You groaned. “You want to help? Decorate the place, make it scary. All the decorations are in the garage.” You muttered.
“Yes ma'am.” He flashed a wink.
Before slipping out of the kitchen, he pressed his lips to your cheek. “You are by far the sexiest baker in the world.” He whispered, making you blush.
“Shut up.” You chuckled.
Okay I know you said you won't write about pain but what if it's like they hurt their knee or something? Sorry if this seems ignorant or something I'm not the best with words sometimes xoxox
No, it's fine! I should've been more clear haha. If the reader isn't personally inflicting pain on themselves, then it's okay! Self-harm fics could trigger a lot of people and I really really don't want that happening to anyone because I love you guys a whole bunch.
