favourite: supernatural


Favourite Relationships: Dean Winchester & Castiel (Supernatural)

“Don’t make me lose you too.”

“Let me bottom-line it for you. I’m not leaving here without you.”

“We’re family. We need you. I need you.”

“I could go with you.”


I love Jensen Ackles for that in one moment, he can look like a male-model and in the other like the biggest derp of the world…


Character aesthetic ➤  Dean Winchester

“This is the car of a lifetime. Trust me, this thing’s still going to be badass when it’s forty.“


Merry christmas from Cas, Crowley, and Dean. #supernatural 🎄🎄 - A Vine by Jackson Boyd

He’s the best! ^^

The freedom to choose

Sam watches in a daze as Toni crosses the room to her companion’s side. He keeps waiting for the hallucination to crack, for Cas to turn into the brunette with the blowtorch, for Dean’s warm presence at his side to evaporate, for the scraping at his wrists to return as he finds himself suddenly back in chains. He keeps waiting for Toni to wake him up with a triumphant grin on her face, because she got him to fall for her tricks again. It doesn’t happen.

Mick takes her by the arm, squeezing, controlling. Before he leads her out, she throws a last glance over her shoulder. The look isn’t triumphant. It’s murderous. He’s too tired to answer her stare.

He counts the stairs she takes out of the room. There are twelve. Her heels make a hollow sound as she ascends them. With each beat, he expects them to turn around and rescind the olive branch. He’s seen what their peace looks like, and it’s not this. It’s lies and tricks and brain-liquefying substances. His breathing is shallow as he tries to hold in enough air for when they cast their choking spell on him.

But they reach the top step without incident, and the doors flap open, and a few seconds later, they disappear from sight.

With a whimper, Sam collapses to the floor, falling heavily against Dean.

“Whoa! Whoa!” Dean’s gruff voice, too loud but so very gratifying to hear. Dean’s rough hands as he tries to hold him upright. “Castiel!” Dean bellows, but the angel is already at their side. He reaches out to heal him.

“No!” Sam throws out his hand, clumsily slapping Cas’ hand aside. “Not yet.”

Cas freezes for a moment, then he slowly withdraws his hand. He casts a worried glance at Dean.

“What? What do you mean not yet?” Dean demands.

“Sam, it’s me. Lucifer is gone,” Cas says softly, trying to be understanding. “I promise I mean you no harm.”

“’s not the point,” Sam slurs. He sits up laboriously, ignoring both their worried looks. If all of this is part of a hallucination, he’s not going to give in to it. He’s not going to let them heal him only so he can endure more torture.

“He’s delirious,” Dean says, talking over Sam’s head. “You’ve got to help him.”

This time Sam’s more focused, and he grabs Cas firmly by the wrist. “I said,” he hisses through gritted teeth, “Not. Yet.” He shoves the hand away, and begins to painstakingly pull himself to his feet.

“Sammy,” Dean says, a note of anger creeping into his voice. “You’re not thinking straight. Let the man heal you.”

“Sam, please. Let me help.”

Together, Dean’s irritated worry and Cas’ soft words are almost enough to persuade him, but Sam stubbornly shakes his head. He’s not even sure he understands it himself. But somehow, unless he can get out of here on his own terms, he’ll never accept it as real. “I’m walking out of here on my own strength.”

He’s on his feet. His right foot is throbbing, his left thigh is aching, and he’s wobbly and uncertain, but he’s upright, and he’s going to walk out of here. Beside him, Dean straightens up, and pulls Sam’s arm over his shoulder without another word. Together, they limp towards the exit. Cas hovers uncertainly behind them, and somewhere behind him is a figure that Sam can’t really think about right now. One miracle at the time. He looks up at the wooden staircase.

Twelve steps. Twelve steps to freedom.

It takes an agonizingly long time to climb the stairs, but they are steps he can remember. He won’t doubt his escape this time, because he’s felt the wood underneath his unbandaged foot, seen the concerned look on Dean’s face, heard his own labored breathing. This is real. He’s getting out, and this is real.

They reach the top just as the sun goes down. When he sees the Impala gleaming in the reddish light, he knows he’s made it.

“Cas? If you don’t mind, I think I’m ready to be healed now.”

Sam Winchester-Attached part 2

Title:Attached part 2

Pairings:Winchester brother x reader,mainly Sam x reader

Word count:874

Request:Hi I really loved your “Sam Winchester Attached” imagine (I read it twice because it was so cute!) And I was wondering if you would be willing to make a part two to that?

Okay I know this might not be what you wanted but I had an idea so…we’ll see how it turns out right?

Tugging on my leather jacket I looked in the mirror slowly frightened of what would be staring back at me.An image of the younger me flashed through my mind as she was staring back at me in the mirror.A small girl who was sickly thing with long brown hair that fell to her waist,scared big puppy dog brown eyes,tanned skin with pink plump lips.That image faded as a girl with haunting features glared back at me. I was now tall with Long slim legs that were covered in black ripped jeans,My hair was now black as it fell to my shoulder half of it covering my one eye,my eyes had turned so dull that they were now grey,my skin was now pale as my cheeks were hollow and my jaw bone was striking and chizzled.My curves were deep as a scar rested along my jawline.Giving one final look I pulled my jacket closer before walking backwards to the door bracing myself then running as fast as I could jumping over the balcony and grabbing the pole swinging myself into a flip before landing on my feet and walking off.

Let me start from the beginning otherwise you might be confused.Sam left,so did Dean.They had too,I know.Bobby had to put me in a home since he couldn’t risk me getting hurt or growing up to be a hunter but what he didn’t know was that I was going to get adopted by very cruel evil people,worse than the monsters I hunt now.I had been on the run for ages constantly skipping care homes as soon as I was placed into others.

Today I had found a hunt with only a few vamps.I always hunted alone,though I was a hunter I was constantly stuck in fear of being hurt again,I can’t even being to explain the things they did to me,but all this,I took out on the monsters.


I yelped swinging my left leg around and yanking the vamp out the way.Before I could blink his head was rolling on the floor.I gulped my heart stopping as everything seemed to go slow.Two men stood in front of me.Them. Dean grinned holding his hand out for me,he had no idea who I was.I shuffled backwards before dragging myself up.

“I had it’‘I snapped my rage over taking me as they looked at me shocked.Sam who was currently looking around turned to face me making my heart swell up in anger.

’'Your a hunter?’'Dean asked in disbelief.I swung the machete making Dean’s eyes widen as he ducked only for my sword to meet the vamps neck who was about to bite into him.Dean stood back up his eyes wide.’'I take that back’'He breathed out shocked.

’'Do I know you?’'Sam asked his brows furrowing.’'You look familiar”

I shook my head wiping the blood from my lip as I walked out.

Sam’s P.O.V:

“I swear these hunters seem to be getting younger and younger by the minute’'Dean scoffed turning the engine of the Impala.I nodded though I wasn’t really listening.He continued to drone on before I felt a sharp smack to my arm.’'Dude,are you even listening?”

“She just looked so familiar Dean’'I whispered my brows creasing together as I tried to rack my brains.

’'Well whoever it is,something’s obviously happened to her’'Dean muttered.


Back to reader’s P.O.V:

I shoved the rest of the burger into my mouth before swimming into my pocket and grabbing the money.Heading up to the counter I groaned as I ended up stood in front of the Winchester brothers.Sam turned around nudging Dean.

’'Hey’'Sam smiled awkwardly.

’'You know you really shouldn’t be hunting by yourself’'Dean lectured.

’'Spare me the lectures Dean’'You growled making him look at Sam.

’'I never told you my name’'He added now looking at you warily.

’'You didn’t have too’'You laughed wickedly.They were both looking at you in shock waiting for you to say something,you turned to Sam glaring with hatred.

Dean held a pie in his hand and instantly you dipped your finger into his pie before he could stop you.He stared at you like you were man.

’'Ok you better have a damn good explanation for that’'Dean grumbled

’'Never did let me have any of you pies,Dean’'You smirked but not a fun smirk more of a 'do you know who I am now'Smirk.Dean was still clueless but something popped in Sam’s head.

”(y/n)“He breathed out looking at you sadly.You smirked tilting your head.

’'In the flesh’'You snickered.

’'Wait!(y/n) as in little (y/n) that clung to Sam (y/n)?!’'Dean whispered surprised.Sam nodded the same time you did.

’'What H-happ’'You cut Sam off glaring at him as you laughed viciously,licking your lips.

’'Got sent to a home,got abused,ran away…bladaa bladaa,You get the gist’'You shrugged.

’'You got abused?’'Dean muttered looking away ashamed but Sam couldn’t even say anything,his eyes were slightly watered as you gave them one last glare before waving.

’'See ya”

A/N:Okay,I know you probably wanted a cute fluffy one but I liked the idea of her older and well sorta like Claire,let me know what you think