#wi-deangirl77

[amanda-teaches]

Dean, sweetheart? Did you celebrate National Pi(e) Day properly?

Did I celebrate National Pi(e) Day? Did I celebrate National Pi(e) Day?

Of course I did.

But, to be fair, everyday is National Pie Day. Like, the bakery lady knows me by name. But, yeah, Amanda got some boysenberry and it was gooooooooodddd.

Off topic, but this gif search thing is wild. Look at what I found when I searched dean pie:

What is this place?

[seenashwrite]

@wi-deangirl77​ reblogged your post and added:

@ seenashwrite Oh I fully planned on asking him about the Hallmark movies!! I mean @butiaintgonnaloveem​ and I have spent hours enduring these movies (with a little help from our friend Alcohol) So Much so that we are sharing an op with him where we present him a “hallmark” card that is addressed “To our favorite D. I. L. F !!!!”I will definitely give you a full report as to his feelings and current mental state after making so many of these movies.

On behalf of all of us, I thank you in advance for your service.

[cas-backwards-tie]

Memories

Dean Winchester x Reader 

Summary: Riding back from a case with Dean, the familiar songs playing throughout the car bring back old memories.

Warnings: None.

Words: 897

A/N: This is for: @wi-deangirl77 , I hope you have a wonderful day! This is also for @spnfanficpond  ‘s Galentines Day Celebration. I’ll admit that I don’t feel like Dean is necessarily my forte when it comes to writing, yet, I’ve given it a shot. I also want to say that I intended to make it a little smutty but it ended up going in a different direction, I hope that’s okay.

The evening wind passes through your fingers as you make patterns in the air with the hand sticking out of Baby’s passenger window. A sigh escapes you as you relax further into the leather seats. The classic rock songs bring a nostalgic feeling to the somewhat sticky, humid summer night air. The rain had stopped a half hour ago. The dewy smell of the grass beside the long stretch of road you guys were driving down makes everything feel right. 

“I’m on the highway to hell, I’m on the highway to hell...” The sound of Dean’s voice singing along to his ACDC album made everything feel safe and at ease, when, truthfully you’re on your way back from a vampire hunt over in Witchita. 

“Doesn’t this song, I don’t know, trigger you?” You chuckle at the thought.

“Mmm... I didn’t really think about it, but now you’ve got me thinking about it,” Dean replies in thought. His hand slips over the console to rest on your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He chuckles, “This is a classic, no way in hell I’m second-questioning ACDC.” You hum in response and close your eyes.

“Definitely a classic.”

Another few songs pass by and you’re wondering if stopping for the night is a good idea. As the album starts to repeat, Dean sighs contentedly. “You know,” he speaks up, “this song reminds me of when we met,” he states.

His words take you back as he’s never told you this. “How come?” Shifting in your seat, you turn to face him more head-on than previously.

“You don’t remember?” One of his eyebrows quirks up, him testing to see if you truly don’t remember, meanwhile holding back judgment. You hum, making a questioning face, which prompts him to continue.

“It was back in Columbus, Ohio, 2015.”

Dean sighs of relief as he turns the keys in the ignition, cutting the ignition. “An hour,” Sam bargains from the other side of the car as they both open their doors and get out. “Two, at most.”

“Yeah, yeah. If you wanna head back so badly then why’d you even bother asking to stop?” Dean questions. Stuffing his keys into his pocket, he rolls his eyes at Sam’s retort. It’d been a long day, a big vamp nest they’d taken out only a few hours prior. Now, they entered the brick bar and grill, supposedly the best place to get a burger in town, Sam had mentioned in the car.

There’s something to be said about an establishment like this being nearly packed on a Thursday evening. Dean makes his way over to the bar and takes a seat at one of the high stools a few chairs away from a group of four. “Mmm, give me something dark, would ya?” The bartender nods his head and begins listing off their selection of ‘handcrafted beer’. It briefly crossed his mind that Sam would probably call him a hypocrite for ragging about handcrafted beer only to get one, but Sam looked to sit in the grill part of the restaurant looking over something on his phone. 

The music here is awful, Dean thinks to himself as it switches from some pop tune to something more alternative. A woman approaches him on his right, taking the empty seat beside him. In her hands is what looks to be an Old Fashioned. “Hi,” she smiles at him shyly while tucking some of her hair behind her ear. “Is that IPA any good?” 

The question strikes Dean as odd, but unsuccessful in her attempt at being smooth. “Do you want a taste?” A smirk makes its way onto Dean’s lips as he turns in his stool to face her more head-on than before.

“Oh, no,” she laughs and eyes her friends on the other side of the bar. 

“Those your friends? You guys seemed to be having a good time,” he attempts small talk. Eyeing the group of now three young people, who sit together laughing and talking excitedly, his mind drifts to Cas, wondering what he’s doing at this moment.

The girl looks over her shoulder at them, “Yeah. It’s my friends birthday next week but they won’t be here so we’re celebrating today.” Dean nods in response as he lifts his glass to his mouth, taking a sip. “Are you from around here?” The woman asks.

A chuckle escapes Dean as the fleeting thought passes: she’s cute. “No, I’m just passing through, heading back home with my brother.” Sipping on his drink, he watches her nod, biting her lip.

The background music changes and Dean would guess it’s due to some employee getting tired of whatever pop station was previously playing. Highway To Hell starts playing and Dean can’t help but let out a quiet, “Heck yeah,” as he brings his focus back onto this girl. Noticing the look upon the girl’s face, Dean explains, “this is probably my favorite band. ACDC.”

“They’re pretty good,” you remember the words you’d told him when you’d met. It was only the beginning of your conversation with him that night, which then led to another night you remember clearly. The start to the rest of your life, you think. The memory brings a smile to your face; reaching across the console, you take Dean’s free hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. “That’s a day I’ll never forget.”

[nosleeptillbucky]

Whiskey Wednesdays

I know I know, I’m a terrible blog runner- I sincerely apologize for not posting these weekly like I should! This will include my SPN fic recs for the month of Feb so far. Hey there sweetheart! If you want to follow along week to week just watch out for #gimme a glass of that and #whiskey wednesdays (because Wednesday is my bunker day). If we’re not mutuals and you want me to read something for Whiskey Wednesdays, please please please tag me!

P.S. If you write for another fandom, let me know!!! I do have the potential to recommend fics on other days.

Awards are listed in classic Supernatural quotes. They’ll make sense as time goes on, but for now here’s a key.

Best Fluff: Time heals all wounds, especially good times.

Best Angst: No one in the history of torture's been tortured with torture like the torture you'll be tortured with

Best Smut: I like to think it’s because of my perky nipples

Best AU: We make our own future

Series of the Week: Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday too

Time heals all wounds, especially good times This week’s Best Fluff goes to So This Is Love by @sincerelysaraahh. This is a sugary sweet single!Jensen series that I’ve fallen in love with. I am an absolute sucker for all things Disney, and you’ve hit every mark. I’m gonna watch Tangled tonight for sure. P.S. So This Is Love has been stuck in my head since bookmarking this to read earlier this week. Warnings: language, fluff? Snippet: She furrowed her brows, sitting up in the bed holding her doll. “Where are we going?” She asked. Jensen shrugged his shoulders and smirked. “You’ll see. It’s a surprise.” Though JJ was only five years old, she was such a persistent little girl. “Can you tell me and then I act surprise?” He let out a soft chuckle, and shook his head. “Nope, sorry princess. You’re gonna have to wait.” He stated. “Come on, let’s get ready.”

No one in the history of torture's been tortured with torture like the torture you'll be tortured with This week’s Best Angst once again goes to @beccaamm and her series Dive. I am screaming at this series. JUST FUCKING TELL THE BOYS ALREADY. TELL THEM WOMAN. I DON’T WANT TO SPOIL ANYTHING BUT SHE’S BEING STUPID AND I JUST WANT TO SEDATE HER AND KEEP HER SAFE. Warnings:Angst, abortion talk, alcohol consumption, a lot of cursing Snippet:He was never quiet, desperate for attention, and just jumped in happiness every time he heard his father saying anything close to you, which made it hard not to touch your stomach of cringe in pain when he hit your ribs.

I’d like to think it’s because of my perky nipples Sinner of the Week goes to @supernatural-jackles and the holy water bath inducing smut that is Break Down the Wall. Goddamn woman, I have officially died and I am writing this from a parallel universe. This is pure smut of the Winchester sandwich variety. I love this, I am here for this, and I am in need of more content like this. Brb while I take a friggin ice bath. Warnings:NSFW, Sexually Explicit Content, Threesome, Dirty Talk, Female Receiving, Male Receiving, Squirting, Titty-Fucking, SMUT, Fluffy After Care Snippet: “What can I say. When the girl I’ve had my eyes on for the longest time confesses she wants something more, I gotta do what I gotta do. Right Sammy?” he smirked. “He’s definitely got a point,” Sam added in as his tongue poked out, licking his bottom lip.

We make our own future This week’s best AU goes to @deansdirtyduchess and her series Not For Me. This series has taken me for an emotional ride and I just. I’m still reeling from it. I don’t know how I feel. I almost put it as the best angst, but it fits better in the AU category. My heart hurts just reading over the first chapter for a snippet for this shout out. Read this right meow and then come cry with me. Warnings: smut, language, angst, a/b/o/ dynamics, Snippet:“I…I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but you smell incredible,” he said, an adorable flush creeping up his cheeks. I felt my own face warm up, but I acknowledged his compliment with a small, “Thank you.”

Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday too The SOTW goes to @wi-deangirl77 and Huntergirl2377. I’ve never read a story with a plot like this, and I am in absolute LOVE with it! The reader is a fan of the Supernatural books, a friend of Becky’s, and a fanfiction writer of the brothers. The accuracy of the first Supernatural convention is enthralling and the proposition from the two brothers is perfection. I was addicted from beginning to end. Warnings:smut, MATURE, language Snippet:“And sometimes what?” “And sometimes she ends up in bed with one of us.” Dean took a bite of his burger and chewed thoughtfully for a moment, letting Sam’s words sink in. “So, have you read the stories about me?” he asked, barely hiding his smirk. “Dude, no!” Sam yelled throwing a wadded-up napkin at his brother.

[ohmychuckitssamanddean]

Happy birthday, @wi-deangirl77! I hope you had a wonderful day. Can't wait to meet you in Chicago! 🎉🎂🎁🎈🍻

[spncya]

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“Are you sure you don’t know anything?” you asked pleadingly. “It’s really important.”

“No!” Kendra said. “I’m telling you, that man just grabbed me. I don’t know anything.”

“Look,” you said, drawing your original note from your pocket. “I’m here looking for my family. I was put up for adoption as a baby, and all I want to know is who my real family is. Are you sure you don’t know anything?”

Kendra opened her mouth to protest, but then she seemed to realize something and paused. “My mom....when she was my age, she got pregnant. She couldn’t afford to have a baby, so she had to give her up for adoption. But, that couldn’t be you, that was back when she lived in...”

“...Ontario,” you finished for her, your mind reeling. Kendra was your sister. You had a family.

She smiled, full of joy. “You’re my sister?”

Before you had a moment to react, she ran up and enveloped you in a warm hug, one of the warmest hugs of your life- a sister’s hug. You smiled into her hair and looked over her head, meeting your husband’s gaze. The love you saw there blew you away and you realized that, in that moment, you had everything you’d ever need.

You had your family.

The end.

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[seenashwrite]

Happy Birthday Nash!

@wi-deangirl77 - This is exactly right, from the style to the sentiment, and for this I thank you, and I raise a glass…. bottle…. oh, you know. 😁

[seenashwrite]

SPN fam shout out!

To @wi-deangirl77 who is so supportive of the podcast and never fails to send me love, we appreciate you so very much 😘