#spn au

[raindogs]

happy summer, trailer trash winchesters <3

[yg-arts]

Why did you take a picture?

[yourfavnerd1412]

HOW DID I NOT CATCH THIS UNTIL NOW???

So get this...

We all remember the episode 'It's A Terrible Life' (4. 17, released in 2009), where Sam and Dean were Sam Wesson and Dean Smith (Smith & Wesson is a gun company, so that's a very Winchester-y Easter egg in and of itself) and had boring ol office jobs, right? This episode was also the angel Zachariah's first appearance.

This...

is one of the several spiffy outfits we see Dean in throughout the episode.

Now, the actor who played Zachariah, Kurt Fuller, also had a role in the 2003 Adam Sandler movie, 'Anger Management', in which he was the main character's total bitch of a boss, Frank Head. I recently saw 'Anger Management' for the second time (the first was before I started SPN) and later that night, I was scrolling on here and saw a post that featured a GIF of Dean in this outfit and my jaw immediately hit the floor because I had JUST seen the exact same outfit on Kurt Fuller a few hours prior.

This episode of SPN was released 6 years after 'Anger Management', and it's surely no coincidence since it's the EXACT SAME outfit (to my knowledge) and Kurt Fuller's very first entrance on SPN, so this was almost definitely a deliberate, and quite frankly, genius, Easter egg.

[melle-otterwise]

OTTERNATURAL!!! 🦦🦦🦦🦦

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[tiredshifter]

Sam the Last Unicorn

[colorlessjay]

Part 1 of "Promises Kept" (Title in workshop)

Noble Man Castiel Novak and the scrappy farm hand in town, Dean Winchester Slow burn romance where they meet when they were young. the Winchesters owned large amounts of land and prospered while the Novak's had very little and worked small jobs in town Dean promises Castiel that when they grow older, Dean would own the land he has and would spoil Castiel. That he would build Cas a mansion and make sure he never grows hungry. That he would use the money to help other people too, with Castiel by his side managing the numbers Dean could never get the hang of Castiel promising that he'd do anything to make Dean's dream come true. To help his best friend and always be by his side. That he'd put Dean's needs above his own if it meant Dean would prosper Neither of them anticipated the Winchester Property to burn down through a freak fire accident Neither of them could predict the Novak's striking gold, marrying rich, and becoming Noble Men through Castiel's father's connections Dean had to pick up the pieces of his life at a young age. Grieving his mother, taking care of his baby brother, and helping his father work the field to salvage what they could Castiel was forced to move to a different city to further his education. His father forcing his children into a higher education, in hopes to continue upholding their new Noble position, afraid to go back to the life they used to live And as years went on and the two grew apart, fate brings them together again Dean having built his life back slowly, his father selling most of the land and taking odd jobs out of the town. Dean having to be a father to his baby brother, working Bobby Singer's farm and ranch to scrape by Castiel having gardened praise and attention for his higher education. His studies and work on scriptures and translations have given him enough freedom to travel away from home, back to Lawrence Back to Dean, to fulfill his promise to give the man his dreams He didn't expect Dean to uphold his promise too --------- Eeehhh rough idea. Lemme know whatcha think

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Baby, On My Mind

Summary: Dean comes home from work one day to finds out a couple surprises are waiting for him...

Pairing: Nurse!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,000ish

Warnings: language, smut, pregnancy

“I’m home,” said Dean, walking into your apartment and kicking off his sneakers. He didn’t even make it to the kitchen table before plopping down on the couch and closing his eyes. “What do I have to do to get a foot massage tonight?”

“Nothing,” you said, peering over the back of the couch at him. “You in that outfit always makes me want to give you massages.”

“It’s scrubs,” said Dean with a tired smile. “Not that sexy, baby.”

“Hey, I love you in flannel but your nurse uniform makes you even sexier, Dean,” you said leaning down and kissing him. You could tell he was a bit too tired for any physical activity tonight but maybe he’d perk up after he found out. “You got something in the mail today. Something from the hospital.”

Dean practically shot up and ran over to the counter, plucking the envelope out and tearing it open. He didn’t look at the letter though and instead handed it to you. 

“Oh come on, you should be the one to read it,” you said, taking it from him. He gave you puppy dog eyes and you sighed. You read it over before handing it back to him. 

“Well?” he asked. 

You shrugged before turning your lips up into a smile. “Congrats babe.”

He immediately started reading the letter, telling him he got the job he’d put in for up in the nursery. Being an ER nurse had been fun for a few years but Dean was sick of it and quite frankly the thought of him being around babies all day made your heart melt.

“You know what this means right?” he asked. “No more graveyard shifts.”

“I might be looking forward to that just a little,” you said, wrapping your arms around him.

“Well you know that means I’ll have more energy at night now,” said Dean, picking you up and setting you on top of the counter.

“You were ready to pass out two seconds ago,” you teased. “Plus dinner’s in the oven.”

“I’ll be quick about it then,” said Dean, stepping forward and kissing you. It was hard to say you hadn’t even made up the side dish yet when Dean was grinning against you. He’d worked hard for his promotion and if he wanted to celebrate tonight, you certainly weren’t going to stop him.

Until he stopped first.

“Something wrong?” you asked, Dean pulling away with a slight groan. “Baby?”

“It’s nothing,” he said, kissing you again. But you could feel that smile turn to a wince and you were pushing him back. 

“Dean...”

“I forgot to run to the store. We don’t have any more condoms,” he said, running his hand through his hair. 

“Do we...need one?” you asked. Dean raised an eyebrow as he looked you over. “We’re both ready. New job with better hours...it’s kind of the perfect time to start trying.”

“I’m definitely not screwing you on the counter then,” said Dean. “Let’s do it right.”

“Such a romantic.”

“Shit, Dean,” you said, catching your breath, trying to get some air back in your lungs thirty minutes later. Dean rolled off you to his side of the bed, panting and throwing an arm over your waist. He started to laugh after a few seconds before you caught on. “Dirty boy.”

“Oh sweetheart, trying is so much fun,” he said, wiping a strand of hair out of your face. 

“I forget how horny you are when you aren’t tired,” you said. You giggled as you turned your head to face him. Dean had been so much happier the past few weeks. He left for work when you did, got home when you did. You actually got to be with your husband for more than thirty minutes a day. It’d made you pretty freaking happy too.

“You figure with all the trying we’ve been doing we’d have done it by now,” said Dean, walking his fingers over your stomach and down lower. “Guess we just have to keep doing it. Such a shame.”

He smirked as you sucked in a breath, Dean teasing you again as if you needed the buildup. 

“Oh, I’m willing to put in the time with that sexy nurse Dean Winchester to get...Dean,” you whined, rolling your hips when he curled against the spot inside you and getting on top of him. “Too slow. More please.”

“I need a few more minutes baby,” said Dean, teasing you again as you lay over him, burying your head against his. “Relax and let me do all the work.”

“’Sup dude,” said Dean, plopping down on the couch when he got home one night a month later. “You still want to go out to eat tonight with Sam and Jess?”

“Yeah, you got another letter in the mail too. Figured we should celebrate,” you said, tossing him the envelope, smiling to yourself. It took Dean about ten seconds to read the letter before he was knelt in front of you, giving you a hug. “You’re gonna be a daddy.”

“I wonder if they’ll be the same day,” said Dean. You tilted your head curiously and Dean chuckled. “Earlier when Sam invited us...he and Jess...they’re also expecting.”

“Seriously? That’s awesome!” you said. Dean ran his hand over your stomach and you giggled. “The Winchester family is getting bigger by the minute around here.”

“You still want two right?” asked Dean, smiling up at you. 

“Hopefully. It’s too soon to tell if I’ve got just one bun in the oven,” you said. “Thankfully I’ve got the best baby nurse in the world to take care of however many we got coming our way.”

[doyoueverthinkofrose]

I'm an Angel, You Ass!

✩ Castiel!Jo x Winchester!Reader ─── Supernatural AU | Uhhhhh SPN spoilers? Like, a lot of them? Jo doesn't die though because Cas isn't dead either I mean whaaaaaat| Fluff, angst, & smut (18+) |GN!Reader | Part Two

✩ Winchester!Reader who's traveled far and wide across Japan with your little brother, Maki. Originally, you'd nabbed him from college to find your missing father. Now, after your father fucked everything up, you're both stuck dealing with actual demonic shit.

✩ Winchester!Reader who sacrifices everything for Maki until the end before getting ripped apart by hellhounds and sent straight to the fiery pits. Everyday is absolute, bitter agony - until you wake up choking on stale air and blood and dirt. You claw your way out of your own hastily-dug grave and look for the only person you can think of: Fuma.

✩ Winchester!Reader who waits in that old barn with Fuma, armed to the teeth, before the wind picks up. You bare your teeth and hold your ground when the lightbulbs spark and break, and then the door to the barn drags open.

✩ You're not sure which is louder - the lightning, the shattering glass, or the gunshots.

You fire directly at the figure in the doorway, but they don't budge an inch. Some sort of fucking monster, no doubt; you load another round and fire again. And again. The thing advances forward like it's taking a summer stroll and not being shot at by two experienced hunters.

In the brief flashes supplied by lightning, you catch little glimpses: Dark hair. Prominent, rounded ears. A tannish overcoat that bares burnt, smoking bullet holes - but not a drop of blood. It strides through the devil's trap on the ground like it's made of sidewalk chalk, and before you know it...It...he... is standing right in front of you.

It's appearing to be human. That means it's anything but.

You grab for your dagger - the one that kills demons - and brandish it. Fuma keeps his rifle aimed at the monster's head, his finger wrapped around the trigger like he might try to shoot again. He wouldn't, though; not when you're right on the other side of this...thing.

You glare at the coat-clad creature. "Who are you?"

It tilts its head, bangs brushing its forehead in mock-innocence. "I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition," he says, his voice remarkably soft. It must be deception - it must be a demon.

Perdition. Eternal damnation.

This thing is saying it brought you back from Hell.

"Yeah?" Your eyes dart to Fuma and back. "Thanks for that."

✩ Castiel!Jo who doesn't quite understand why you try to stab him when that clearly won't work on him. You're using a knife that kills demons, after all. Frankly, he should be insulted. Instead, though, he rips it straight from his chest, knocks your friend out, and says, "We need to talk. Alone."

✩ Castiel!Jo who introduces himself when you ask who he is as he goes through your father's old journal. "No shit," you spit from where you hover over Fuma's unconscious form. "I mean what are you?"

✩ Winchester!Reader whose blood freezes over when Jo replies, "I'm an angel of the Lord."

✩ Castiel!Jo whose dark eyes bore into yours when you stutter your disbelief. A part of him is smug. Silly, arrogant human. "This is your problem," he tells you just as thunder rolls again. "You have no faith."

✩ Castiel!Jo whose wings appear as shadows against the lightning-lit barn walls. They're large, wide, and terrifyingly unfamiliar.

✩ Winchester!Reader who argues through curses with the angel, only silenced when your eyes meet, and he tilts his head curiously. Then, his eyes widen - just a fraction. "You...don't think you deserve to be saved." Not a question. Factual. Not offended. Disbelieving.

✩ Winchester!Reader who can't respond to that - not to this creepy fucking angel possessing a man's body. Jo is not your friend, nor are you grateful for him rescuing you from Hell. He should've left you to burn. Your lips tremble slightly. "Why'd you do it?"

✩ Castiel!Jo whose face smooths out, completely sober. He straightens, staring from above with his vessel's unnatural height and blank eyes. He can ponder over your self-loathing later. "Because God commanded it."

✩ Winchester!Reader who eventually, reluctantly, falls into a rhythm with Jo. You only stop flinching when he appears in the Impala after Anna dies, uttering a quiet, "Dammit, Jo," when the flash of tan cloth swims in your peripherals.

✩ It gets hard to be around him. Between feigned betrayals, beating the hell out of each other, and the whole apocalypse thing, there's nowhere to just...be. Jo doesn't mind. He finds humanity interesting, and he gets to explore that morbid curiosity through hunts and exploration. You in particular pique his interest. Why don't you believe in God? Why are you so jaded? Why do you always put your little brother above every need? What is so addictive about pie? Jo must find out.

✩ Years pass. Things change. Words, awful and meant to hurt, are spit through the burn of terror. You both die and are reborn. One thing remains the same, though: Your hunger. God, you're starving for a piece of this gorgeous angel. He's everything...but you couldn't possibly have him. He's freaking Jo. You're a hunter with years of repression and despair shoved deep into your lungs.

✩ And yet....he decides to complicate it further and gives in.

(NSFW starts here. Minors DNI.)

✩ Castiel!Jo who takes you apart with kisses that are anything but gentle. You've known each other for almost eight years. He knows you like it rough, so he gives it to you rough. He bites down on your bottom lip until you whimper and soothes it with his tongue before he moves to your jaw and neck. He might've left a lasting mark with his handprint on your arm, but the bruises that bloom on your skin are the ones that satisfy him the most.

✩ Castiel!Jo who falls to his knees in a way that could be deemed sacrilegious before his mouth settles upon you, his tongue flicking and swirling torturously. You wail and buck, but his supernatural strength keeps you down and obedient. When you cum, Jo finally understands why humans drink alcohol. If he could have this taste flood his mouth everyday, he'd be on his knees again in a heartbeat.

✩ Castiel!Jo who, upon sliding into you for the first time, swears under his breath and thanks God for you. You pull him down into a kiss that leaves him shuddering, your lips fiery and sweet. Thoughtlessly, he ruts into you and pauses when tears roll down your cheeks. You just shake your head. "Keep going," you beg. "Please. Jo, please."

✩ Castiel!Jo who uses his grace in the dirtiest ways imaginable. Sparks fly under your skin when his fingers trace over your shoulders, and when they pinch your hardened nipples, your eyes shoot open with a high-pitched whine. He uses his grace to quicken his pace, to get you drunk on the feeling of everything that's purely Jo racing through your veins. He folds your body under him in half and lets his grace flow through his nails that rake down your stomach. Your back bows violently, and you're crying even harder. Jo thinks it's beautiful.

✩ Castiel!Jo who keeps you up all night because he doesn't sleep. He wrings orgasm after orgasm from you until you're limp and hoarse - and even that's not enough to quell his hunger. He's been desperate for you for years. Why would that cease now?

✩ "Remind me," you manage through heaving breaths, "never to sleep with you during hunts, Jojo. My legs are fucking numb."

✩ Jo tilts his head and smiles down at you. "No promises."