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my part of an art trade with @184o / Wynfred, of their character Sam! I really enjoyed drawing Sam honestly, probably the most fun I’ve had outlining something in months!!

it’s a bit loose and messy, but I tried my best for the few materials I had on hand at the moment


There is no denying Dean Winchester is a badass. He spent a year in purgatory covered in the blood and guts of his enemies. However, being a complex man, he is also an adorable neat freak, and a bit of a germaphobe. This compilation attempts to highlight this adorable quirk!

My tribute for @arcanebarrage. No words can explain the way I love this fic. Thank you so much for all those feelings.

Y’all click here and read it! You won’t regret!

Quote Writing Prompts
  • 1: "Yeah uh - Yeah no, that sounds awful."
  • 2: "Please... Don't leave me here. Don't leave me alone, without you."
  • 3: "So, that went well."
  • 4: "You're awful. I love it."
  • 5: "What the hell do you think you're doing, exactly?"
  • 6: "Is that... lipstick, on your collar?"
  • 7: "Did you do this?"
  • 8: "You know what? This place feels like home."
  • 9: "Oh shit. Am I - Am I in love? That's not supposed to be happening. That's not right."
  • 10: "Who are you? Where am I? What is this? WHAT IS GOING ON?!"
  • 11: "Dear (name), First of all, I'm so sorry. I really am."
  • 12: "I can't do this anymore."
  • 13: "So what, you're just gonna leave?"
  • 14: "Did you honestly think I wouldn't figure it out?"
  • 15: "You really think you can beat me? That's cute."
  • 16: "I'm tired of you. I really am, at this point."
  • 17: "Oh, just digging myself a nice grave, you?"
  • 18: "Shhhh. This is my favorite part."
  • 19: "Hey, can I hold your boobs for a sec?"
  • 20: "I think I may have found a song that accurately describes how I feel toward you."
  • 21: "Is that necessary?"
  • 22: "I don't like it."
  • 23: "I'm getting bad vibes... We should go."
  • 24: "HA! Loser!"
  • 25: "You wear me out, kid."
  • 26: "Is this a joke? This is a joke, right? You're joking."
  • 27: "The washing machine broke, I almost lost my keys, the car got dented, and a wasp got into the house and hijacked the bedroom for four days! Four. Days."
  • 28: "You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me."
  • 29: "You kiddin'? That's brilliant, c'mon!"
  • 30: "So what do you say to this: you, me, a nice big glass of milk, a thing of cookies?"
  • 31: "My hero."
  • 32: "That was harsh."
  • 33: "You better pipe down. I'm not laughing."
  • 34: "So you're really gonna do this, huh? And nothing I say can change your mind?"
  • 35: "So uh. I noticed you're kinda naked. Is that intentional, or... ?"
  • 36: "Why is there a dog in the living room?"
  • 37: "They mixed up our reservations. One room. One bed."
  • 38: "Oh boy. I'm on the weird side of YouTube again."
  • 39: "You, my friend, are a filthy sinner, and I approve wholeheartedly."
  • 40: "Did you mean like... this?"
quick fic #15

because i’m in love with this text post and wanted it in fic form.

“You’re being homophobic, Dean.”

Dean sends his brother an indignant look as the movie plays in the background.  “What?  All I said is that they have no chemistry!  I don’t care that they’re both dudes!”

The purse of Sam’s lip says he’s unconvinced, but he says nothing, just jacks up the volume on his laptop.

Dean rolls his eyes.  He settles back into his high-backed chair and fixes his eyes on the screen.  It’s an indie movie, highbrow and cast wholly in some sort of sepia filter.  If Dean’s being honest, most of it flies over his head, but he’s making an effort to spend time with Sam now that he’s rid of the mark, and if watching two dudes make out on the screen is a way to do that, well then.  Dean’s going to do that.  

He pretends not to be too invested in the leading man’s kissing technique.  It must work too well, because soon Sam is sighing and saying, “Dude, does it really bother you that much?  Your face is all - judgey.”

Dean opens his mouth to argue, but doesn’t find it in himself to correct Sam by saying that no, he wasn’t judging the gay relationship; he was judging the way the dude thrust his tongue into the other dude’s mouth like some sort of parasitic eel.

So he’s prepared to give up, to admit that maybe watching highbrow indie movies with Sam isn’t the best way to bond - 

But then Cas walks in, looking grumpy about something - the coffee machine probably konked out again - and Dean gets an idea.  He licks his lips.  “Okay, Sammy,” he says, taking a deep breath.  “You want to see how much it doesn’t bother me?”

Sam squints his eyes in confusion.  “…Okay?” he says, after some hesitation.

Dean grips the arms of his chair, his eyes raking down Cas’s figure as the man moves closer.  Under his breath, he says, “Dare me to kiss Cas?”

Sam reels back.  “What?  No, that’s not what - “

But Dean’s already standing, waiting for Cas to join them.  “Can’t believe you’re making me do this, man,” he says.  

“I’m not, though - ?”

But Dean’s hand is already reaching for Cas’s tie, just within his reach.  He pulls on the fabric, tilting his head, and plants his lips on Cas’s. 

Cas inhales sharply before making a low, rough noise like he’s found something better than coffee.  After a moment’s hesitation, he lifts a hand to drag over Dean’s jaw as he begins to kiss back firmly.  Dean’s arms wind around his waist.

When they pull away, Cas’s eyes are shining, if a little wary.  “What was that for?” he says, voice hoarse.

Dean shrugs.  He’s staring at Cas’s lips.  “Sam dared me to,” he says.

Sam splutters indignantly. “Did not!”

Cas ignores him.  He pushes forward to land a soft kiss on Dean’s bottom lip before tentatively asking, “Did you mean it?”

“Hell, yeah, I meant it,” Dean says at once, pulling Cas tighter to him.  He whispers something in his ear that makes Cas blush to the tips of his ears.

Sam’s face is contorted in disgust.  “I heard that!  Will you at least, I dunno…” - he shields his eyes - “Leave the room or something?”

Dean glares at him.  “You’re the one who dared me to kiss him.”

I did not dare you to kiss him!”

He’s ignored, not for the last time that night.


“Where words fail, music speaks” - Hans Christian Andersen

Writing is Hard, Part 4: Dry Humping

Summary: Dean doesn’t understand the allure of dry humping.

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Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

“Where does Sam think you are right now?”

Dean shrugs at you, hair dripping from the light rain that’s falling. “Can I come in?”

You head back for your chair, next to the table that holds your pizza, and leave the door open behind you. Dean follows, shrugging out of his jacket and shaking his head like a dog, though his hair is too short for it to do much good. “I told Sam I was coming to your room,” he says, a forced casual tone to his voice as he drops that bomb.

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Ease My Mind - Part 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is your best friend and, of course, you’re in love with him. But apparently Bucky is just fine with your platonic relationship - you’re going to have to do something about that.

A/N: so….. plot twist?? aha let me know what you think when you get to the end. also i think i might have fixed my tagging issue but im not sure, let me know if your tag doesn’t work/also if you want to be tagged!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Most of the team is out on a mission - a mission you could be on if Bucky hadn’t decided to stick his giant foot into something that doesn’t concern him. That thought produces another vicious punch to the punching bag, and you shift around to the other side in order to give it a swift high-kick to it’s make believe guts. The impact jars all the way up your body, twinging your scarred over bullet wound, but you ignore it completely.

Nat, Clint, and Bucky are still in the Compound somewhere. You hadn’t seem them all day. While they took being left off a mission as a day to relax, you had secluded yourself in the gym to train. If Bucky was going to be an A Grade Shithead and Steve was going to believe him, then you just had to prove that you were fit and healthy enough to be taking down entire cities all by yourself. It hurt, but it would be worth it.

You launched yourself at the punching bag, wrapping your legs around it and swinging yourself around and up until you’re face to face with the chains attaching the bag to the ceiling. You pull a throwing knife from your utility belt and bring it down repeatedly to the top of the punching bag, until stuffing starts to fly out everywhere and the fabric holding you up begins to sag.

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The Ultimate Dean Winchester Pop Culture Compilation!

This boy sure loves his pop culture! I scoured seasons 1-11 for all the references I could find, and came up with over 350 and I am positive I missed a few (hopefully not your favorite). Enjoy!

Ease My Mind - Part 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is your best friend and, of course, you’re in love with him. But apparently Bucky is just fine with your platonic relationship - you’re going to have to do something about that.

Warnings: mentions of human experimentation, luke cage spoilers

A/N: wooo im back! much less angst, a bit of plot, and some cute fluffy bucky moments! i hope you like the ending ;) let me know what you think!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

“So your doctor hasn’t said a word since he got here,” Tony says, folding his arms over his chest. You’re both looking at the security camera livestream from the room Tony set the doctor up in last night, where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

“That’s funny, he was plenty talkative back in Siberia,” you grumble, glaring at the black-and-white image of the doctor on Tony’s holographic screen.

“Well in the meantime, his file has done plenty of talking,” Tony says, and flicks something from his tablet onto the holographic screen in front of you. A CCTV screen cap of the doctor and a whole stack of files fill the screen. His name appears as well - something you’d forgotten, or maybe something you never knew. Noah Burstein.

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