#young dean

[hopelessbrain]

anything w young dean im begging

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WORDCOUNT: 691

SUMMARY: when your bestfriend dean comes to your doorstep all bruised and bloody, you cant help but let him despite still being mad at him

WARNINGS: fem!reader, young dean, violence, bruises n blood, comments about abuse, minor disagreement, (slight) angst with its proper fluff to compensate!

Dean is stupid. Completely and utterly stupid.

 That thought has been crossing your mind constantly ever since you dropped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling with music as background to your inner monologue. The argument was stupid– there it is again, stupid– but that didn’t make it any better. If anything, the whole thing was worse because of the sheer stupidity of it all! Dean should’ve just apologized and carried on as usual, but ‘nooo…’ he suddenly is the king of sass and has no intention of offering you a simple apology.

Asshole.

The mental scoff you were already rolling your eyes at is interrupted by the distinct sound of somebody throwing shit at your window– Wait, Dean? 

You quickly scurry up from your bed, still muttering curses under your breath as you slide the bedroom window open. “What the hell do y–” Whatever snarky comment you were gonna make you swallow it right up upon seeing your best friend's state.

“Jesus Christ, Dean. What happened?” You deliberately soften your voice, not that you weren’t mad at him anymore… but that could wait.

“Bad hunt– dad ain’t exactly sunshines n’ rainbow’s.” He scoffs, that usual gruff deflection you’ve learned to not question too much.

“So can I come in or do I gotta say some password bullshit?” Dean’s voice still holds his familiar teasing, though being honest, you can’t really find it in you to roll your eyes at him right now. “Yeah, sure– c’mon…” Your voice is significantly gentler than when you first opened the window and if the circumstances were different, Dean might’ve said some comment about you going all soft on him– but not tonight.

He climbs up your window with practiced ease, even while being beat up, his body remembers the path like it was carved into his mind. His heavy– muddy, dirty…– boots hit the floor with a dull thud before he plops down onto the mattress.

“That the mixtape I made ya?”

Fuck. It totally was. You were totally listening to the mixtape he made you while supposedly still being mad at him. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Yeah, I was just using it as background.” The excuse is shitty– you both know it– but honestly, Dean was feeling awful and something as small as this was enough to make him feel the slightest bit better; so you’d let him have this.

Trying your best to not wake up anybody else in the house, you make your way down the stairs to grab some ice for his face. The bruise would definitely still be there tomorrow– but you’ve had enough practice to know that if the swelling goes down now, tomorrow it’ll be easier to cover up with whatever crappy concealer you find.

Dean lets you clean him up, trying his best to maintain stoic even with the bitter sting of alcohol on his busted lip. The room is quiet, only interrupted by the soft melodies of Zepplin’s ‘Ramble On’ still running on the speakers and the awkward tension of unsaid words.

“I was stupid.” He finally breaks the silence, the words are quiet– reluctant like he himself didn't even want to say them but still, progress. 

You look up at him from where you’re holding the ice against his face, lips tugging upward softly in an honest yet tired smile. “Yeah you were.” You agree, a breathy chuckle escaping your lips. “But I was stupid too– Shouldn’t have gotten out of Baby like that… Didn’t even give ya a chance to explain.” 

He huffs, amused and not as teasing as he usually is. “Wasn’t very nice of you, no.” He agrees with a nod, his green eyes crinkling at the corners in that warm fuzzy way that despite your better judgement– God you’d missed it.

“Next time chase me down or sum’... don’t wanna go home thinking ‘bout what an asshole you are ever again.” Your voice is fond again and Dean can’t help but feel relief deep in his bones that you’re talking to him again.

Honestly? He’d take a hundred more beatings if it meant getting you to roll your eyes at him.

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spn age swap au! 🐣🐥

I’d like to think that if sam was the older brother, dean would actually have enjoyed school more :( my little nerd would have thrived if there was someone was even slightly fostering it for him

in canon dean delayed started school and was so heavily burdened by hunting (he even dropped out and just got a GED instead). I don’t think sam would have let dean slack and even made it interesting for him even if dean wanted to be like john cries

[winchestergifs]

STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 183/327

10.12 About a Boy Written by Adam Glass Directed by Serge Ladouceur Original Air Date: February 3, 2015

[pyschokillar]

[lazarrusrising]

Every Episode of Supernatural: 73/327

4x13 After School Special, Young Sam and Dean

[angelsdean]

the other day I saw a post wondering how Dean might've spent his birthdays during Stanford Era so i went through the semi-canon John's Journal to look at those....and then ended up compiling every Dean birthday entry for "fun" (cue the emo heart-wrenching sadness)

[momomarjijo]

john took dean hunting for practice. Dean went ahead because the wounded moose had run away and, enraged, was nearly attacking him.

the moose was literally torn to pieces, and sam appeared, saying in his childish voice, "thank goodness it didn't hurt you." Dean was terrified, not knowing how sam had gotten there, since he was supposed to be sleeping in the cabin.

[thebeautyofspn]

12x02 Mamma Mia