#deanwena

[jasmineintheforest]

sam and cas disaster in-laws so true. but also! rowena and dean disaster in-laws is so underrated. they're failgirls together. they're so smart and so stupid and so femme together. they don't start any apocalypses but they do worse things like putting on blonde wigs for disguise and trying to take down demon pimps etc.

[shallowseeker]

i guess i’ll make this joke-post again

but i still love when dean loses his memory so hard that from his perspective, rowena is just… giving him an ugly troll doll to play with and tells him a bedtime story… and he’s friggin’ delighted about it

[the-mpregnatural-guy]

Apropos of the deanwena fic: what would Sam even say or do or feel if he found out Dean and Rowena fucked (before Sam ever got to sleep w her) ????

omg i haven’t read it yet, but imo it depends on what season this happens in. bc in general i feel like sam would be irritated with dean and maybe a little upset, but also rowena has hit on them both numerous times before AND i don’t think dean would hook up with her if he thought sam had serious feelings about it so like. i don’t think they’d necessarily fight over her. it would just be weird for a few months.

in my fanfic smut brain, sam hooks up with her immediately afterwards and is a mean dom about it

[mpreglukeskywalker]

i think dean and rowena should have had sex (noncon or dubcon) in 10.17

[bloodydeanwinchester]

12x11 Regarding Dean // Platonic Deanwena

✨For @dirtangeldean's 500 follower celebration✨

[samsrowena]

now is my time to earnestly post about deanrowena because listen. they are actually SO much like. which is exactly why they barely get along!! and i think there's a lot of potential there because of this. besides, rowena would 100% keep his ass in check and dean needs that from someone alsjkdjd

[tintentrinkerin]

Jack almost crushes the bones in Dean's hand while clinging onto him, that's how nervous the boy is. Well, sure, Dean gets it. It's not his first occasion but Jack's and as the experienced, the mature, he has to take care of Jack's well-being.

“Cool down boy, you lookin’ great. They'll love it.”

Jack utters a tiny, desperate whimper. He's like a puppy. It reminds Dean of Sam when they were younger. It's kinda adorable. Also, Jack moves a lot, it itches and tingles everywhere, and sitting for even 15 minutes straight in their position is indeed something that makes you struggle. He'll get used to it.

“You think?”, Jack asks, he's scratching his neck right under the collar.

The old white, brand new, genuine leather collar with his name on it. Everything Jack wears is white and brand new. Tailored just for him. Dean shouldn't look, even though Jack is just drop dead gorgeous and all that lace, the leather, the straps. And that tiny thong. It's perfect.

“Yeah. They'll love it. Probably just swallow you in one delicious bite.”

Big blue eyes and pouty lips that part, expose a tooth gap. Jack's pink glossy lips are... Fuck. Kissable. Maybe they will allow Dean to...

Jack is silent for a moment. “Pink satin looks so hot on you, was it her idea?”

Jack's tongue flicks over his bottom lip.

“Nah, don't smudge the lipstick. It'll get ruined early enough.”

“Jesus Christ, Dean, is that an attempt to calm me down or work me up even harder?”

Dean huffs. “Sorry, maybe both.”

Dean shakes his head an chuckles. “No, babe, that was a woman I knew about 20 years ago... She put me in her underwear and liked it to humiliate me. Fast forward. Here I am, sitting on the floor in front of a damn cane.”

Jack's forehead crumbles. “Yours is a cane. Mine is a paddle.”

“Yeah. Going easy on you, newbie.”

“Hfffmpfff old man.” Jack teases. “My heels go numb.”

“Wiggle your toes and try to get up just enough to let the blood flow. But under no circumstances, change your position. We are only allowed to go nadu when...”

The bell rings.

Dean us silent suddenly and only hisses a “nadu... NOW” in Jack's direction. Both kneeling men open their legs and then present the palms of their hands on their upper thigh, fingers showing to their knees.

Jack is close to crying, Dean knows it. He looks down, in his crotch, cock hidden in a cage. Jack is allowed to be without.

Jack looks down, too but when he hears them approaching he whines softly in excitement. He knows he shouldn't make a sound.

Sam's voice is ice tea. "Subs, collar position."

Jack and Dean take their hands behind their heads and stretch their back. “Look up.”

Sam is dressed all in black suit and Jack is about to burst into tears by the look the Winchester's face, his stern, rock hard and dominant appearance. He puts a matching leash on the collar.

When Jack dares to look over to Dean he sees Rowena, beautiful, graceful, oh so overwhelmingly powerful Rowena, dressed all red silk, a hint of cherrie blossom perfume. The look in Dean's eyes. The adoration.

Jack looks up to Sam. It's a mistake, but he can't help it. “Am I as beautiful as Dean?”, Jack needs to know. Sam pulls him up on his feet using just the leash and minimum pull.

“You, my dear, are divine. Let's go. We'll show you the way.”

And Jack follows, proud of the leash, proud that Sam picked him today. Ready to be atomised and rebuild like Dean explained it to him.

White is just a colour. But it looks the best on a boy with the face of a Greek half god. Or an angel.

[shallowseeker]

i do think it's super funny that the reason team free will even learned that the mark of cain was a curse and could be removed is because rowena got SO fucking mad that she couldn't burn dean to a crisp

Billie: You really believe that. [Dean nods his head yes] You wanna die. Dean…every notebook on this particular shelf tells a version of how you die. You specifically. Heart attack, burned by a red-haired witch, stabbed by a ghoul in a graveyard, and on and on. But which one’s right? That depends on you, on the choices you make.

She was ROBBED.