awesome!sam

OK, while I’m flailing over Cas, I don’t wan to forget how awesome Sam was this episode. Sam defending Cas. Sam trying to break the awkwardness and get Dean and Cas talking. Sam hanging off the edge of that booth haha. Sam ever being the soft voice of reason. Sam listening to Lily and being so understanding about revenge and deals. Sam being the supportive brother to Cas no matter what mistakes he may have made because he can sure understand making sacrifices for Dean. Just… Sam!!!

The Tea is Decaf

[ao3]

3.7k words
Dean/Cas, Sam/Eileen
Based on this text post

Castiel just barely slips out the door into the hallway and turns the knob as he closes it so the latch doesn’t make a sound. The light is always on in the hallway, and Dean always wakes up if too much of it pours into his room, so Castiel has mastered the art of slipping through the smallest space possible.

He breathes a sigh of relief once he’s in the hallway.

A small voice to his right lets out an amused laugh. He turns to see a particularly tiny woman wearing a very large plaid shirt and nothing else. Well, he supposes she could be wearing shorts under the shirt. It really is very big on her.

“You must be Castiel,” she says rather loudly, mispronouncing his name just slightly.

He walks over to her with a finger to his lips.

She puts her hand over her mouth in embarrassment before signing, I’m deaf.

Castiel mouths an “oh” before dropping his head and laughing. He then pops his head back up fast and mouths, “Are you Eileen?”

She nods eagerly and signs, You’ve heard about me?

Sam has mentioned you a few times, he signs back. He says you’re a very good hunter.

Her face lights up. You’re damn right I am. Still, that’s very sweet of him.

So, are you two…? Castiel looks back toward Sam’s room and then down at Eileen’s shirt.

Eileen’s eyes widen in embarrassment. He’s asleep. I was just going to the bathroom.

I was heading to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Would you like some?

Is there caffeine in it?

Not at 4 in the morning.

Eileen smiles and gives him a thumbs up before moving past him toward the bathroom. Castiel watches her go for a second before it hits him.

He looks down at his plain black t-shirt and too-small boxer briefs and wonders if Eileen could tell that these clothes aren’t his. And that he came out of Dean’s room instead of one of the countless other extra bedrooms in the bunker.

By the time Eileen pads into the kitchen, Castiel has two mugs ready with decaf teabags in them and he’s standing at the stove staring at the pot so he can pull it off the burner before it whistles.

It’s only a minute longer before Cas pours the water into the mugs and takes a seat across from Eileen at the kitchen table.

You’re an angel, aren’t you? Eileen asks as her tea steeps.

Castiel nods as he takes a drink.

Does that mean you don’t sleep?

Sometimes I do. I didn’t feel like it tonight.

Is Dean good in bed?

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anonymous asked:

Bucky my dude, Avenger animals was awesome, but what about Sam?? Sure, he's a falcon but I bet you have other ideas...

i guess ill do the newbie avengers too. 

sam would be a dolphin. fast and effective in their environment of choice but pretty useless outside it, dolphins are also very smart (dont tell sam i called him smart) and absolutely lethal to threats to their own. they also care for their own sick and injured and will even help injured or distressed humans sometimes.  and they talk freaking constantly.

pietro would be a ferret. smart, mischievous, high energy, social, and as hard to catch as greased jello. fights dirty. loves to mess around. 

wanda would be a stoat. like a ferret, they too are very clever and mischievous, but are also extremely adaptable, able to use their brain to turn circumstances to their advantage. theyre one of the smallest carnivores around and they have attitude totally disproportionate to their tiny little bodies. dont mess with stoats guys. they feel no fear and they hold grudges. 

scott would be a raccoon. fun loving and social but also total troublemakers, always getting into places they shouldnt be. and stealing your stuff. and making messes. and then looking totally confused about how on earth all this got everywhere, i was just grabbing a snack, i swear. 

peter is a bluejay. like ravens, theyre smart and chatty, and are excellent mimics. despite their small size, theyre surprisingly fierce, but they prefer cunning to force. but dont think that makes them pushovers–bluejays are tiny colorful badasses, despite how fluffy they get when its cold out. 

tchalla is a cat. i tried to reach with this one and find something else, but he totally is, nothing for it. he’s a cat. dignified and graceful, good with people but definitely still a predator underneath. also im pretty sure that if tchalla ever did something embarrassing, hed just straighten himself out and pretend it never happened, exactly like cats do. 

rhodey would be a california condor. theyre pretty much the biggest bird in north american skies, with a wingspan of over nine feet. they have an intimidating reputation and can look pretty scary but underneath they are very loyal to their chosen families. they have very complex social systems and tend to be dedicated but tough-love parents, and are also very curious about the world around them. theyre big, badass, and enduring–one of the oldest species still aloft. nothings got staying power like a condor. or an air force guy flying around in a tank. 

This Is War [7]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1178

Warnings: I think I swore once? 

A/N: Thank you for all of your comments on Part 6!! They made me happy :) Also Italics are flashbacks!

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Dean is on the wrestling team, Cas is on track (used to high jump). They’re totally just bros, Dean swears. Is just, sometimes he really likes looking at his friends face, and maybe sometimes they make out. But Dean is totally straight, and Cas is just awesome. That’s all.
( @succulent-sam and I have a AU)

I’m Gonna Marry Her

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3,100

Warnings: fluff, canon divergence, implied smut

Summary: Just a slideshow of you and Sam growing up together. Enjoy!

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-1988-

John stared out the driver’s side window, watching his oldest boy, Dean, walk towards the brick-and-mortar school, holding onto the hand of a little girl that looked more scared than any kid he’d seen before. Ordinarily, Sam would have gone with them, but the kid had picked up a head cold and was just starting to get through the final stages, and John needed both sons and their friend healthy.

Dean was ten, Sam and Y/N were both five. She had been with them for almost a year since her parents had been killed by a pack of hungry vampires. No other family members could be found, and the poor kid had nearly been taken away and chucked into the system. Sure, John could have let her bounce around foster homes for the next thirteen years, but hey, he was doing an all-right job with the two boys he had. 

Maybe taking on a girl wouldn’t be so bad.

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AM I ENOUGH

Bucky X Reader

Summary: he was your everything but apparently you weren’t his. Left with nothing but some memories where will life take you?

Warnings: Super angst right from the first sentence, Sam being awesome

A/N: ok I know I shouldn’t be starting something new when I’m working on something but this can to me and I needed to write it out before it left me. I’m tagging some people that have helped me write and make a better story. I hope I have put all your advice to good work. @annadier @marvelous-imagining and @metalarmproblems And the always amazing @veronicalei

“You promised you would stay with me. That nothing on Earth could stop you from breaking that promise. What did I do? I don’t know what I did wrong, not to make you leave me.”

“I know she’s perfect, she’s everything you deserve but I thought, maybe for once, I could be enough for someone, for you. You said I was everything you could ever need. Did you ever want me though? If you only needed me, you could have needed me and just been my friend. Why drag me through this and give me so much, only to say none of it was real?” Your cries have fallen on deaf ears. His back is now turned from you shutting you out once more.

The words were echoing in your head they were the first moments of everything crumbling down around you. You couldn’t stay here anymore. He wanted you gone.

You hastily scribbled out a note it was written on the back of one of your pictures making it hard to write on and puncturing the photo at times. Your hand was shaky and tears blurred you vision. You were determined however to get this out and send it to him.

“I’m sorry. I should have seen the signs earlier, but then again I guess I did. I was just fooling myself into thinking I could hold on to you longer when that’s probably when I already lost you. I’m sorry I kept you from her, I won’t bother you anymore. I hope one day you’ll forgive me for keeping you from her for so long.“

You write Love before scribbling it out and simply put your name.

You slide it under the door and walk away. He wouldn’t get it for a few days as he was gone on a mission. That left you with enough time to make a clean get away, not that anyone was going to come after you.

You weren’t a part of the team, didn’t work with them, didn’t technically live with them either. You were just dating one of the members. Well dated one of them. In fact if he hasn’t said anything they may not notice your absence for awhile thinking you were busy or something.

You had come to collect everything that you had left here. The clothes, the nic-nacs you had collected over time, photos, really anything that could remind him of you. He moved on and didn’t need your junk in the way. Carting it all away you drop most of it down the garbage shoot putting an end to that. You walked into the main lounge and collected a couple more things. With a final look around you said goodbye and the door shut it all from your view.

“FRIDAY, I’m leaving now you can revoke my access privileges as per his request.”

“All right, Miss (Y/L). It has been nice knowing you. Have a pleasant day.”

“I’ll try FRIDAY.”

Stepping out of the building you head out not quite knowing where you were going but knowing it was far away from here.


The team had gotten back from a grueling mission, they were all banged up and suffering from an arrangement of injuries but none needed professional medical help. A couple bandaids would do the trick and a hot shower for everything else. They filed out of the quinjet; to their surprise you weren’t waiting there for them. Usually you would be fidgeting waiting to see that each one was back and relatively unharmed.

Sam was the first to speak up “Hey man where is (Y/N)?” He asks Bucky. “She knew we were coming back today, yes? You text her?”

Bucky stiffens forgetting that you wouldn’t be here any more. He shrugs attempting to take the subject off you and more so him.

“Man, I could really use a hug from her right now. You know check over my injuries, berate me for getting injured in the first place.” He jokes with the others. They all chuckle knowing that is exactly what you would do to all of them. Well except Bucky, you would be pampering and nitpicking his every move just to reassure yourself that he was safe.

“Maybe she fell asleep waiting for us. FRIDAY, we’re back, is (Y/N) in the building?” Tony asks, you had done that a couple times before because of the lateness of a mission.

“No Sir she is not. She has not been back since two days ago. She collected some of her stuff and hasn’t been back since.”

“Oh, alright I’ll just have to text her since other people seem to have forgotten.” He says shooting Bucky a glare. Bucky can’t meet his eyes knowing the true reason to why you weren’t there.

They shuffle to their separate rooms to shower and change. They all eventually drift back to the kitchen when their stomachs announce their need for food. All but Bucky had come down, Steve the concerned friend he always was went to get him. Knocking on the door he found Bucky standing in his room showered but staring at the bed. It was nicely made the grey comforter pulled up and the pillows tucked under and plumped. The room was perfectly squared away not a thing out if place it seemed odd but Steve shrugged it off and continued in to the room.

He places a hand on Bucky’s shoulder causing him to jump at the touch. “Hey just wanted to let you know that there is dinner in the kitchen everyone is waiting for you. Have you heard anything from (Y/N) yet?” Bucky shakes his head. “Hey what’s up with you you’ve been weird for this whole mission and even now?”

“Its nothing Steve, I just been dying to sleep in my own bed now.”

He rolls his shoulder pushing Steve’s hand off of him. He heads out leaving Steve behind, Steve takes a deep breath and drops his head. He was only trying to help. A picture on the ground catches his eyes, he stoops down to pick it up. It’s the picture from one of your days on the beach together. Bucky and You had romped along the beach all day playing in the water and building numerous sand castles only to have the other knock it down. Here though you both had laid down tired from the day, your head was on his chest, his arm wrapped around you both sleeping under an umbrella. It was one of your favorites, flipping it over he reads your words.

His heart breaks, suddenly everything makes sense. Bucky’s attitude, he wouldn’t focus to save his life missing quite a few easy shots during the mission; the room, he looks up none of your personal things could be seen, there was nothing scattered about like you usually have. So thats what happened, he whips around and chases Bucky down. He starts waving the photo as he sees him sitting at the kitchen counter, not fully taking in his surroundings.

“What the heck is this?” Shoving it in his face. Bucky grabs it and looks at the photo before turning it over. He reads the words but doesn’t quite comprehend it all, so he sits and stare trying to make it say something else. He thought he wanted to move on from you that you weren’t enough but now, he wasn’t so sure. He hadn’t cared while you had screamed at him and begged him to explain.

“Answer me Bucky what happened between you and (Y/N)? Why isn’t she coming back?” You could here a pin drop it was so silent in the room all gaping at Bucky.

“That’s why she is not here?“ Tony half standing now from where he had been sitting on the couch.

“Tell me!” Steve snaps. Taking Bucky by the collar and forcing him to look him in the eye.

“I….I broke up with her.” He whispers, “Right before the mission.” His voice keeps getting smaller.

“Why? Why would you ever want to do that?” Steve pleads. “She was your everything. You couldn’t stop talking about her when she wasn’t with you and when she was you were attached at the hip. She’s your best friend, a kind of friend I can never be.”

“I thought…” He trails off not wanting to phrase the next part wrong . “I thought I wanted something else… someone else.”

“You arrogant son of a… Did you cheat on her?” Tony growls.

“No I couldn’t do that. Not to her.”

“But you could break up with her out of the blue after she gave you everything!”

“Hey whoa back up, now let’s calm down and talk it out” Sam is standing pulling Tony back by the shoulder trying to mediate before tensions could rise further. “Sit down Tony this isn’t going to help anything.”

Tony sits with a huff. Sam faces Bucky meeting his eyes. “Bucky I’m guessing you’re regreting breaking up with her now. Why?”

“I walked in the room and nothing felt right it wasn’t home, I looked for anything to hold on to buts all gone. She took everything of hers is gone even out here. The book she kept on the side table. The bankets, even the pillows every single one is gone. She disappeared and it like I’m missing a part of myself. I don’t know what to do.“

“And this person you were leaving her for, she doesn’t make you feel this way? Does she make you happy? Maybe you just need to get used to the idea that (Y/N) is gone.”

Protests were heard all around. Sam held up his hands shushing them as he went to explain himself. Bucky was looking even more confused staring now down at his hands like they held the answer.

“All I’m saying is I don’t want you trying to get her back just because you are used to her being there. She was a constant but you drifted away from her for a reason. I want you to decide whether she is everything you could ever want and need now and forever. That she is going to be the only one always. Or you can let her go and you both move on with your lives. You need to know she is not just going to let you back in after what you did to her. You are going to have to fight to get her back. It may take a long while longer than either of you may like but you have left a very broken girl in your wake. I want to you to be absolutely certain you love her with all you have.”

Now everyone is staring at Sam. They tend to forget he is a councillor for the VA so everything that he just said made so much sense and very true. Now the question was he willing to fight for you?

To be continued……

@metalarmproblems and @veronicalei
This Is War (Part 2 of Runaway Ballerina)

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader, Castiel x sister!reader 

Warnings: Fluff, fluff and fluff

Summary: Chaos and war within the bunker between siblings.

Part 1

For those of who wanted a part 2 here you go!!! Hope you guys don’t mind that I tagged you in Part 2.  @sandlee44 @supdarling @queenpammy13 @evyiione @radstudenttravelerblr @straightasdeanwinchester @violinmyhead @xfanqirlinq @cozyjaws @meeshw777 @sassyspn67 @winchesters-favorite-girl @i-is-small-winchester @dauntless-dean @moose-and-sqruille-lover @galifreyanotaku @skeletoresinthebasement @babygoatsaf

Originally posted by green-circles

It’s late at night around 3:15 am and Cas is sitting in the bunker library reading some lure on witches to try and help Y/N get back to normal. He suddenly hears a chair next to him scrape the wood floors. He slowly looks to his right to see a tiny Y/N sitting on her calves with her dark brown hair all over the place with one of Dean t-shirts as pajamas, her eyes red and puffy.

“What’s wrong? Why are you not sleeping?” He ask.

“I has a bad dream. I don’t wanna sleep no more.”

“Why don’t you go to Sam or Dean’s room?”

“I don’t wanna wake them up, I usually went to my daddy’s bed bu-but he’s not here.” She says looking down. Cas face softens hearing this from her. “Castill” she says. Cas chuckles hearing her butcher his name. “Castiel.” He corrects. “Case.. cast…Castie.” She says frowning and Cas sits there smiling. “Can you take me for a drive?” She ask. “A drive?”

“When I can’t sleep my daddy takes me on a ride.”

“Well I don’t have a car.”

“We can take baby.”

“I don’t think Dean would like it if I took his car that he considers as an infant.”

“Well, Dean told me you’re baby in a trench coat and that you have wings like a fairy. So can you fly me someplace?” Cas frowns at this remembering the day at the diner. “I’m don’t think that’s a good idea Y/N.”

“Please Castie!” She begs. “I don’t wanna see anymore monsters in my dreams.” She whimpers. He looks down at her pouty face and sighs. “Only for a few minutes.” He gives in. She gasp reaching up for him. He picks her up and zaps them to a field. Cas sets her on his lap and they both look up at the stars. “How many stars do you think there are?” Cas ask pointing up.

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anonymous asked:

I feel down after the new episode, do you think it is still possible that dean will stop sleeping around with women and get together with cas? idk i feel like it will never end and since 11x23 we've seen dean repeat too much that cas is a brother/best friend and it's starting to make me nervous

Well, Dean is a single man, not in a committed relationship (even if WE can clearly see he’s obviously married to Cas), who is allowed to sleep with whoever he wants. Period. But there are some things in that whole scene in the Pickle Jack Shack. And I mean really… the whole place is a sexual innuendo.

Sorry for my “photo of the tv screen screencapping” but… that phallic pickle protruding from the bull riding sign? Ooookay.

(this is also for my two anons asking about what the significance of “Riding Larry” is, so heads up. All will be revealed!)

Also, isn’t it awesome that Sam picked agents Moon and Entwhistle– the two deceased members of The Who as their aliases. THE WHO? on the nose aliases there.

Dean had been “Springsteen, like the Boss” the night before when he’d been talking with her. After she agrees to tell them everything that happened, here’s what she says, with my commentary in parenthesis:

Elke: He ordered burgers to go. It was gonna be a minute. We were slammed. And you knocked back… four shots of tequila?

(already yet another implication that Dean had been drunk, when four shots of tequila for him is probably a warm up)

Elke: Put some (finger quotes) “sick jams” on the juke, and then you hit the bull.

Sam: he what?

Dean: I what?

Elke: Oh yeah, you had the hots for Larry as soon as you walked in here.

(immediately setting an entirely different tone for this conversation, by presenting Dean’s interest in Larry– the mechanical bull with a huge pickle for a phallus– as sexual. Larry is a man’s name, and Dean had “the hots” for him.)

Sam: (quite befuddled by this) He… Dean… you rode Larry?

Dean: (considers this for a minute) Was I good?

Elke: You were– amazing.

(Dean processes that– the fact that he apparently demonstrated skill at riding Larry, and then hums in acceptance of the fact. He smiles. Elke smiles, Sam rolls his eyes so hard he nearly pulls a muscle).

Elke: Anyway, We got to talking, and… you know…

(remember what she’d said earlier, that they were “slammed,” meaning overwhelmed by a rush of customers. Not exactly the sort of situation in which a waitress can “get to talking” with a customer just waiting around for his dinner order to be ready, you know? I already suspect that Elke realizes that Dean WAS roofied here, and didn’t exactly remember what he’d said or done with her… AND THIS I BELIEVE WAS HER TEST TO PROVE IT. She needed to confirm whether he did or didn’t remember what had happened. I’ll quote her here, and then explain afterward)

Elke: (in response to Dean’s complete straight-faced, emotionless waiting for her answer) We blew off some steam.

(Dean STILL has to stop and work out exactly what she means, and then when it registers, Dean only replies with a surprised little “Ah!” Not seeming to recall anything. Because he didn’t. And this doesn’t seem to bother Elke. Because she’s already been told that he was “roofied.” Because most folks would be upset that someone had no obvious response to the confirmation that they’d apparently had sex… It’s kinda insulting, you know? BUT ELKE WAS NOT INSULTED BY DEAN’S LACK OF ANY SORT OF RESPONSE TO THIS INFORMATION. Like the slap to his face earlier implied she would be.)

Sam: Did you see him talking with anyone else?

Elke: My bartender said she saw him run out of here like his pants caught on fire. We were supposed to meet up after close-up. But you never showed… 

(Dean looks lost again)

Elke: Poor thing, you were all roofed up! I didn’t… I am so sorry if I took advantage of you.

Dean: (smiling uncomfortably… because yeah… and patting her on the arm) It’s okay.

(Sam asks if they have security cameras and then the scene shifts to Sam and Dean sitting at a table watching security footage on a laptop)

Dean: First action in I don’t know how long, and it’s like it never even happened. Figures.

Sam: Ha. See now that’s comedy.


Okay, now HERE’S THE KEY TO UNDERSTANDING THIS SCENE: waffles.

Yes, waffles.

Who doesn’t love waffles? May I direct you to the Waffle Masterpost, containing EVERY reference to waffles ever on this show (well, aside from this episode, but I’ll update it in a bit here…)

http://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/156133372175/have-we-ever-seen-waffles-on-the-show-outside-of

But what it boils down to is the fact that waffles in this show share some of the same symbolism with El Sol beer. And if it wasn’t clear enough, there was a huge glowing El Sol sign there for good measure.

But as soon as Dean spotted Elke when he and Sam walked into the bar, he identified her as, “the girl from the waffles.” SHE WAS AN ILLUSION, A DECEPTION. She was the girl from the waffles. Waffles being a “more innocent deception” than El Sol.

Because her story of what she and Dean did contradicts itself. Either they were “slammed” to the point that they were so busy that Dean had to wait so long for his food that he not only had multiple shots of tequila but ALSO had time to ride Larry, or she and Dean had time for a leisurely chat and even MORE time to take a break and go somewhere to “blow off some steam.”

Which was it, lady?

She only knew that Dean LEFT, in fact “ran out of here like his pants caught on fire,” because HER BARTENDER told her. Because Elke was “slammed” with customers. THIS IS WHY SHE SLAPPED HIM. Because Dean ran out before her shift ended, when they were supposed to meet up. He ditched her, and then “pretended” not to even recognize her, after having chatted her up and made plans for after her apparently very busy shift, and that’s why I think she was just fucking with him here.

I mean, either she was so busy that Dean had to wait for service, or she had enough time to have some sort of long talk and a quickie in the bathroom or the alley or wherever. WHICH WAS IT, ELKE?!

So in the conversation that revolved around the fact that Dean had been “roofied,” bookended by “the girl from the waffles” and Dean’s assertion that it was “like it never even happened,” well…

I have serious doubts that anything really DID happen.

I mean, I think he was planning on something happening. He was going to go back after her shift to meet up with her… possibly… but did he ever even get his burgers?! 

And without his memories, is it weird that it took THREE TRIES to find the place Dean had gone that night. That place was the third one they checked out, and Sam would’ve followed the same sort of Hunter Logic in trying to find the burger joint Dean went to, probably starting with the one closest to their motel and working his way out. So Dean bypassed two other perfectly good burger places to walk to THIS PLACE SPECIFICALLY. This place that advertised the mechanical bull riding.

This place where Elke confirmed that Dean “had the hots for Larry as soon as he walked in.”

Dean went out of his way to get a burger from THIS PLACE not because he didn’t think the other burger places were any good, but BECAUSE HE WANTED TO RIDE THE MECHANICAL BULL. My guess? He probably saw the sign on their way back to the motel, and he gave the excuse to Sam that he was going out for burgers while Sam did the research SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE HE WANTED TO SNEAK OUT AND RIDE LARRY.

I mean… ???? This is one of those things that Performing Dean would NEVER do, would NEVER ADMIT TO SAM that he would do. Which is why Sam was so ?????? that Dean actually RODE LARRY.

Because Dean hadn’t been “roofied” yet at that point. That was all Dean.

He wanted to do something silly and fun and homoerotic without being judged for it. This is the same Dean that unapologetically loves Finding Nemo. And waffles…

So he has a few shots of liquid courage and climbs on Larry. We see that scene at the end of the episode. He fully gets that memory back, and what appear to be snippets of Hexed Dean Moments… and yet he gets no memories back of his “blowing off some steam” with Elke.

Because it’s like it never even happened.

I think Elke was slowly realizing throughout her conversation that Sam and Dean weren’t lying about Dean not remembering anything from the night before. So she went from angry over having been stood up and Dean “pretending” he didn’t even remember her, to passive-aggressively answering their questions… to noticing Sam and Dean’s bizarre reactions to hearing that he gleefully rode Larry… and then I think threw in the bit about blowing off steam with him just to see his reaction.

He seemed genuinely incapable of either confirming or denying it, and took her word for it that they did something sexual. He wasn’t gross about it, he didn’t elaborate on her assertion, nor did he immediately deny it either. He just accepted her word and moved on.

Notice immediately after that point she distances herself from Dean with her words… not “he ran out” or “I saw him run out, but “my bartender said she saw him run out.” BECAUSE ELKE HERSELF WAS “SLAMMED.” She was busy DOING HER JOB. She didn’t even SEE him run out without his food.

And really, how the hell long was he there, if he had multiple shots while waiting for the burgers, picked songs on the jukebox, rode Larry, made plans for after work with Elke (that he may or may not have intended to follow up on) while sitting at the bar while SHE WAS BUSY WORKING. Long enough after all that for her to not even notice him suddenly run out? BEFORE HE EVEN GOT HIS BURGERS?!

Like, how the hell long does it take to flip a couple of burgers? 15? 20 minutes tops? Even if they’re slammed?

And he still managed to do ALL THAT ^^ WHILE WAITING?

And then as Dean and Sam ran out the back door, we can see a GIANT glowing El Sol sign just inside the bar.

EVERYTHING that happened in there, aside from Dean riding Larry, was an illusion that started with the girl from the waffles and ended with him escaping out the back door past an El Sol sign.

The ONLY thing we actually SEE that was TRUE was that Dean rode Larry.

(aside to note that Dean confirmed himself that he hasn’t had any “action” in so long he can’t even remember when it happened…)

And for my Larry anons, I have no idea if “Riding Larry” is an idiom, but “riding” is a sexual innuendo. And the implication that Dean rode Larry… well… I mean just watch him and tell me what you think is going on there… Dean… riding a dude called Larry… it’s not complex math here.

(and heck here’s another reference… that time Dean WAS roofied in 9.13… SWEET POTATOES. Salted caramel. Best of both worlds. Salty and sweet. and that reminds me of the other “sweet” references lately in relation to angels… and we’re down the rabbit hole again)

get-your-vag-together  asked:

Hey doll, if you're taking request, I would totally love to see Devil!Sam being angsty and smart ass Angel!Dean cheering him up with kisses and terrible puns.

“Hey angelcakes-”

Sam’s face, which was already a thundercloud, transferred to typhoon level distress and Dean backpedaled fast and hard.

“I-I mean devilcakes, did it, uh, hurt when you fell from heaven?”

Pause.

Dean coughed.

Then, in a dry, sullen tone, “Yes.”  Sam replied, and Dean really wasn’t doing the best job at cheering up his brother.

“Ha, ha, I, uh, figured.”  Dean said, eloquent, and Sam side glanced him with heart clenching sad black eyes.  Ah.  So it was one of those days.

Some days, Sam took the whole angel-turned-devil thing pretty well, but others, when Sam was feeling particularly self destructive, he couldn’t quite hide the blackness that swallowed his once hazel hues.  Dean found them pretty, like an onyx softly highlighted by the already alluring figure that was Sam.  

He never mentioned this to Sam, because he knew the black eyes were a stark reminder of Sam’s failings and so Dean sat himself quietly by his brother, leaning against his shoulder and draping his wings around Sam’s back and own leathery wings.

He figured today he should.

He clasped one hand over Sam’s, leaning close into his space and trying to catch the demon’s eyes.

Sam looked away, face tinged just the softest pink and Dean lifted his hand from Sam’s to gently touch Sam’s face, directing him to look over at Dean and Dean offered a rare, gentle smile.

“They’re really pretty, you know.”  Dean said, tilting his head to keep his eyes locked with mesmerizing obsidian and Sam’s face looked crumpled, disbelief written all over his features and Dean leaned in to press a soft kiss over each eye, the demon, although larger in stature, shrinking in on himself under each soft gesture.

“They’re, no, they,” Sam stumbled over his words, blush in full bloom and voice catching on emotions that Dean figured he’d rather never discuss.

“I never told you this before, but, yeah, they are.”  Dean reaffirmed, “they sparkle and they’re really cool, and yeah - they might be more proof of what you are, but who says that’s a bad thing?  And ‘sides,” he paused then, when Sam looked to be listening to him over the insecurities screaming loud in his ears, Dean’s face took on a cheeky grin.  

“They’re also really hot.  Like - I think I might have a thing for demons.  Mostly you.  Actually, fuck it, just you -  you’re hot like this.  You’re always hot, now you’re just super hot - got the tall, dark, and handsome vibes going on big time.”  With each word to tumble silly and fast out of Sam’s mouth Sam’s blush deepened, the demon’s wings springing open under Dean’s own, feathered ones, and the thin, viper like tail going rigid across both their laps.

“Oh.”  Sam said, black eyes wide and Dean chuckled.

“Yeah, really not fair, too,” Dean gestured to himself then, “I get the ‘nice guy who’ll give the neighbors sugar’ vibe, the one where everyone’s like ‘aw, what a sweet guy’,” Dean fluttered his lashes at the mimed words, tone pitching high in mockery and Sam unwillingly chuckled.  “Hell, others can even refer to me as cute or sweet.”

Dean turned to Sam fully then, gesturing to the broad expanse of shoulders, the horns-tail-devil combo he had going on to add to his already powerful figure, and stuck his tongue out in distaste, “Then you come along and the panties drop and the guys swoon and you’re mister ‘mysterious’.  Lucky bastard, I’d say.”

“You think I’m a lucky bastard?”  Sam said, one eyebrow finally quirking up in humour and Dean draped himself across his lap, stomach first because wing’s got in the way of laying on your back a lot.

“Hm… I would say that, but then again you’re kinda stuck with me, and that’s not so lucky.” 

“How so?”

“Because I kill your cool demon vibe, or, you know what?”

“What?”  Sam asked, now fully playing along and petting through the warm feathers of Dean’s wings.  Dean held back the pleased purr that almost pulled from him.

“We’re like good cop bad cop, ‘cept you’re actually the good cop because you’re so fucking nice but they won’t know that because they’ll be distracted by our combined awesomeness.”

“Dean,” Sam interjected softly into his small rant.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”  Sam said, quiet, and Dean tripped up at that and blushed a little himself.

“Oh, yeah, uhm, any time.”

-

deans skills at cheering others up might need to revisited but it works well enough for sam yea

“Who will protect him when you’re gone? Who is strong enough to keep him from evil influences, keep him on the righteous path?” Sorry, just… excuse me. I’m having Dad!chester feelings. Don’t even tell me Sam Fucking Winchester wouldn’t make the most awesome dad. Sam “It’s your choice” Winchester is totally up to the challenge.

Off Limits - Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,377

Summary: Sam tells Dean that the reader is off limits. Dean’s never been one to follow the rules…

Part 1


“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Sam grumbles loudly slamming his beer down onto the bar.

Dean doesn’t say a word in response, instead he just flashes his million dollar smile before downing the rest of his drink.

“I will literally kick your ass, man.” Sam narrows his eyes towards his older brother, throwing him off.

“Whoa. You’re really worried aren’t you?”  

“No, Dean. I’m just fucking bored. I figured this would fill my day.” Sam snaps feeling aggravated.

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Alright, so let’s talk about Sam Wilson for a minute. Just about Sam. Not Sam in terms of his relationship with Bucky; not Sam in terms of his relationship with Steve. Let’s talk about how Sam was vocally arguing against the Accords before Steve even opened his mouth to weigh in. Let’s talk about how Sam made his own decision based on his own experiences and beliefs. Let’s talk about how Sam was consistently committed to doing the right thing regardless of the cost to himself personally. Let’s talk about how Sam was the one who suggested that Team Cap give themselves up to ensure that Steve could find and stop Zemo. Let’s talk about how Sam made as much of an effort to save Rhodey as Tony did. Let’s talk about how Sam was the only person in the Raft to not give Tony any shit but instead asked him how Rhodey was doing. Let’s talk about how Sam understood that Team Iron Man had convictions of equal strength to his own and that while he didn’t agree, he did empathize with them.

Let’s just talk about how fucking awesome Sam Wilson is.

What  I liked about 12x12

(first notes after watching)

Holy hell, what a ride! I loved every second of this.

—————————I LOVE YOU!!!!! But I’m getting ahead of myself …—————————-

Tarantino: As a kid of the 90s, these movies were the benchmark for great cinema for me. So I enjoyed this a great deal. From the camera angles to the music cues to that awesome slomo of Dean, Sam, Mary, Wally and Cas to the small details like the glowing box Crowley gave to Ramiel (as a throwback to the suitcase in Pulp Fiction). At no point did it feel like a cheap copy but always like a love letter and an homage. Well done, Davy Perez and Richard Speight jr.

Cinematography: Which brings me to my next point – that camera work! I mean we know the attention to detail is out of the park with this show, but the shots in the diner and the fight scenes in Ramiel’s house were fantastic even by those standards. Great editing, too! The first hard cut from the diner to Ramiel’s house stands out, and the cuts to the music for Crowley’s first meeting with the prince of hell.

Mythology: Speaking of that. It’s always a gamble to bring new adversaries into play, but I think Davy Perez did a very good job with this. The background for the princes fit well into canon as far as I can see (I’ll have to consult the verdict of the specialists later) and sounded coherent. Ramiel was a three-dimensional villain and the actor did an amazing job! Favorite line: “Three humans with one good liver between them and a busted up angel” – new catchphrase!!! And there are two more princes – so much new material!

Mary: Even if I don’t like her working behind the boys’ backs, I appreciate that she’s getting her own storyline and the way she held her ground against Mr. Ketch. Her just driving over Ramiel was awesome, too.

Crowley ex machina: That was a great twist imo and the throwback to his history with Ramiel was well done, too. I always like to see characters get fleshed out through good storytelling. Just as we saw with Rowena last week, Crowley showed a massive development with this is my book, because the wise thing to do would have been to vanish and hide from Ramiel. Also: “What’s up with feathers?”

CAAAAAAAASSS: Wow, that hurt. “You’ve changed me.” *Gross sobbing* Seriously, that was the best kind of heart-wrenching angst. The line about how this was the best part of his life … I don’t think he stated it that clear before. Misha was amazing and all that gore looked positively disgusting – kudos to the make-up department!

Cas and Dean: (Cas looks at Sam, then Mary) YOU’RE MY FAMILY. (looks down, cut to Dean, who doesn’t meet his eye). I LOVE YOU. (still Dean, still not looking at Cas, lips moving as if he wants to say something) I LOVE ALL OF YOU. (Dean again, then Sam). AAHHHH, the feels. I’m gonna need every slow motion analysis of this scene as soon as I post this and can go through my dash. And: “No.” - “Yes.” And: “Let’s go home!!!!!!!!!”

Bonus points: I liked Wally as a character and he gave a good outside view on the chaos that is the Winchesters’ life+++Lucifer manipulating Crowley – great ending scene+++”Urination. I understand. “ Cas knowing about human things…+++”When do you get off?”- “Whenever I can.” The one good line in that whole mess with Mandy. +++ THE MUSIC+++I LOVE YOU!