Dean - Blog Posts
Heartbeat Symphony
AHHHH i love this man too much lmao. this is short and sweet so have fun my lovelies!
how have i not written for this man yet like-
Dean Winchester x Reader
No pronouns used
Summary: After a long day on the road, the couple finds solace in the comfort of the Impala. The story explores the quiet moments between hunts, emphasizing the deep connection and love they share. Back at the bunker, they unwind together, appreciating the simplicity of being a team both in and out of the field. The narrative highlights the strength of their bond and the sense of home they find in each other's company.
Heartbeat Symphony
Dean Winchester sat in the driver's seat of the Impala, one hand casually resting on the steering wheel as he glanced over at you. The rhythmic hum of the engine was the backdrop to the comfortable silence that filled the car. You had been on the road for hours, chasing down the latest lead on a case, and now the two of you were finally heading back to the bunker.
As Dean drove, he stole glances at you, appreciating the way the soft glow from the dashboard highlighted the contours of your face. The quiet moments between hunts were just as precious as the action-packed ones. He reached over, fingers brushing against yours, and a warm smile formed on his lips as he interlaced them.
"You doing okay, Y/N?" Dean asked, his voice a soothing melody that echoed through the Impala.
You nodded, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. "Yeah, just tired. Ready to get back and hit the hay."
Dean chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of you. "Well, we make a damn good team, don't we?"
You smirked, lifting your head to meet his eyes. "The best. Team Winchester."
As the familiar sight of the bunker came into view, Dean couldn't help but feel a swell of contentment. The two of you had been through so much together, and yet, every moment felt like a new adventure with you by his side.
Once inside the bunker, you kicked off your boots and flopped down onto the worn-out couch in the library. Dean joined you, sitting close enough that your shoulders brushed against each other. He reached for the TV remote, flicking through the channels until he found an old black-and-white movie.
"You know," Dean said, his arm finding its way around your shoulders, "we make a pretty good team in and out of the field."
You laughed, snuggling closer. "Yeah, we do. I wouldn't want to hunt monsters with anyone else."
Dean turned his head, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Me neither, Y/N."
The movie played in the background, but you found yourself more captivated by the steady cadence of Dean's heartbeat. It was a comforting symphony, a reminder that you were home, safe in the arms of the person you loved.
As the night wore on, you both drifted off to sleep on the couch, tangled together in a mess of limbs and blankets. The bunker echoed with the quiet sounds of the TV and the distant hum of the machinery that kept the place running.
In the darkness, Dean whispered words of love, promises, and gratitude, knowing that every day with you was a gift. And as you slept, you couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of his love surround you like a protective embrace. Together, you faced the challenges that came your way, hand in hand, heart in heart, a team bound by something stronger than any supernatural force – love.
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i loved writing this OMG!! i can't believe i haven't written for Dean yet. i absolutely adore him so so much lmao
I don't think the supernatural fandom is ok
I just found an Instagram page called | Lucifer our Lord and saviour |
Sammy
I’m sorry for not posting anything original in a while, I’ve gotten ✨busy✨ recently and haven’t been able to just sit down and do something. Anyways, ref down here, and enjoy!
Dean
From that s1 episode, Bloody Mary :)
Edit: I forgot the reference!
Reference here :)
At the Knife's Edge
Castiel is... strange, thinks Dean. So stuffy and formal. So small.
You wouldn't think he was an angel. At all, really. Dean didn't, either, until Cas pushed him to his knees in a rainy, dirty, alley, knife to Dean's throat.
Not just any knife. Castiel's angel blade.
He wanted to laugh, to cry, but all he did was beg. And even if Dean's faced powerful creatures before, if you'd seen Castiel in that moment, you wouldn't have begged. You would've gone mad.
All six eyes on display, with white fangs and monstrous wings- and this is what Dean finds funny. All those cathedrals with fat white babies with the fluffy wings too small for their bodies. But Cas's wings? They're black , metallic and each feather is a long blade, glimmering in the streetlight. Deadly was an understatement. All his eyes stare at Dean, and strings of grace waft away from Castiel's body, wrapping Dean up, caressing.
Loving.
And then there's the knife to his throat.
His eyes return slowly to their blue, and the knife drops, and Cas heals him with the ridiculously gentle touch. How does he do it?
Dean notices, for the first time, that there seems to be a ring of light behind his head. The wings are still there, now feathery, and one brushes against his cheek, softer than silk sheets.
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кода к концу сезона
"Дин, помоги мне. Это... я не могу... ему сопротивляться" - Кас, не заставляй меня переживать это снова... Я только что потерял Лизу и Бена, я потерял брата, Кас, я не хочу потерять еще и тебя! - Ты говоришь так, потому что боишься! Я выиграл, несмотря на то что ты не верил в меня! - Кас, послушай! - Достаточно! Мне надоело тебя слушать! - Сэм! Нет! "Дин, за что? Я столько сделал для вас. Почему ты не доверяешь мне? Я ведь хотел помочь вам..." -Кастиэль, борись с этой сущностью, слышишь? Прошу тебя! Ты должен избавиться от этого, пока оно не убило всех нас! Я знаю что последнее время не все было отлично между нами, но мы были семьей, Кас. Если это хоть что-то значит для тебя - борись! Прошу тебя! - Дин, вы не моя семья. У меня нет семьи! "Дин... прости меня, Дин." - Нет! Кастиэль! Я не позволю тебе! Я люблю тебя! Слышишь?! "Любишь?" - Любишь? "Любишь" - Кас, я люблю тебя! "Дин, почему ты так долго ждал? Все могло бы быть по-другому..." - Нет, Кастиэль! Просто знай это сейчас. "Дин... как больно" - Кас... - Я люблю тебя, Дин! "Оно ушло, Дин... его нет..."
