john is the best dad

To Become A Hunter

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sister!reader, John Winchester, Sam Winchester [mentioned]

Words: 3900+ (I’m really sorry about that, but there was no good place to split it)

Warnings: Can’t think of anything specific, really, maybe just that there’s going to be a verbal fight, I dunno. Maybe a bit of swearing, not too much.

A/N: This is the fic I was talking about! It’s a pre-series sister AU, that takes place in between around 2003. Dean is 24, Sam is 20 and at Stanford and you are 17 years old. It’ll also be a mini-series, so there’s more parts to come. It might be a bit all over the place, but I was trying to create a certain feeling. (I don’t know what I’m talking about, but I hope you like it!)

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Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Originally posted by xohollandroden

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Hunting is hard, and that’s no surprise, really. It’s physically challenging, you have to be smart, have technique, and it’s just hard emotionally as well. And, not only is it hard, but you hate it as well.

Okay, hate is a strong word, but things about it, you really do hate. You hate the way you have to sacrifice what feels like everything for it. You hate the way you feel like you miss out on life. You hate the pain and the constant fear. You hate the way it forces you to see the world more black and white instead of with all the shades of grey. You hate the way you get shut down every time you question this. You hate the way your dad responds with ’because you have to’ when you ask ’why?’.

John Winchester used to be in the military and it shows, you could testify to that. All your life he has been hard on you and your brothers. But, despite this, you are not afraid to stand up to him, question him, call him out. Although it often comes with consequences.

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First Steps


What is it Sherlock?

Please come home.

Are you and Rosie okay?

Fine. Please come home immediatly.

What’s going on?

Something’s happening.
Come home now.

Did you burn our house down accidentally?

Just come home!

John dropped the bag of groceries, and practicaly ran out of Tesco.
“Where to mate?” The cabbie asked.
“Baker street. And hurry up.”
“All right mate, calm down.”

On my way.

Sherlock didn’t answer.
“You better be alive.” John muttered to himself as he impaitently looked out of the window.

Before the cab stopped John was already half out of the car. He threw 20 pounds at the driver.
“Keep the change!” He shouted as he ran upstairs.

“Sherlock! Sherlock are you okay?!”
He opened the door to the living room and found Sherlock sitting on the floor in his dressing gown. However the most surprising thing was Rosie.
She stood up by herself and carefully, very carefully, took small steps towards Sherlock.
“This is her first steps, John.”
Sherlock was sat with his back to John, carefully watching Rosie, being ready to catch her at any second.
Rosie spotted her dad and began laughing. She got too eager to impress and fell down and landed on her butt, still laughing.
“Oh John, you ruined it.”
John laughed and gave Sherlock a kiss on the cheek.
“I saw it. And it probably won’t be the last time she walked. Will it Rosie?” John asked and picked her up.
“She’s growing up so fast,” John said.
“She really is,” Sherlock agreed.
“Our little girl.”
Sherlock smiled and looked away.
“Oh come on, love. She’s OUR daughter. You know that.”
“I do know that.”
John gave him a kiss.
“The best dad she could ever ask for. That I could ever ask for. But now I have to take a trip to Tesco again.”
Sherlock laughed.
“I’ll ask Mrs. Hudson to by some nappies for Rosie while she’s out. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

anonymous asked:

headcannon for being the youngest and most clumsy Winchester and always getting scolded by john

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

- You always try your best to be a good hunter, like your dad wants you to be, but it’s not easy when you’re clumsy. 

- You’re young and still growing, the most inexperienced and don’t have a lot of body control.

- You try to keep up with your brothers up they’re older, taller, stronger, leaner and more flexible, and your legs are just too short.

- Your dad being beyond tired with you. He sighs, groans, he rolls his eyes, huffs and puffs. 

- He compares you to your brothers and you can’t help but to feel like you’re a hopeless case.

- “Y/N, you can’t do the most simple things. How hard can it be?”

- “Y/N, you had one job. One thing you needed to do.”

- You try to reason with him, explaining yourself. But he never listens, and interrupts you.

- “Why can’t you be more like your brothers?”

-  Your brothers protecting you because they think John is being unfair. 

- “Hold on, Dad!”

- “Dad, calm down.”

- You try to keep it from getting to you, but it does.

- Sam and Dean comforting you when you’re sad afterwards.

- Them helping you train to become a better hunter to prove John wrong. Because you can do better. Because you will show him that he’s wrong.

Meeting the Mayor

Originally posted by smolprompto

Summary: Hancock meets a scrawny young scavver boy and unknowingly takes on the role of father figure, despite his denial that he’s going to look after the kid. No romance, just Hancock setting himself up to be an unofficial Dad for a lost boy. 

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Title: Werewolf in Michigan Part 1

Character: John Winchester

TV: Supernatural

Warnings: None

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

This is for my friend, @texasgal2222, hence why the OFC bears her name!

“John… it’s Teresa. Listen, I need your help. The town I live in; something weird is going on. My husband- never- torn- please? I’d rea- -ppreciate it,”

John listened to the voice mail at least six times and he couldn’t piece together the missing words other than she needed help.

Teresa Bronx was someone he had grown up with. If he were to be honest, Teresa was his first love, but things happened and Teresa moved, not really having a say in that situation.

Then Mary came along and they were married and had Dean and Sam. He honestly thought that he’d never see or hear from Teresa again.

Snapping his phone shut, he pushed his rear off of the Impala and went to the hotel room that he shared with his boys.

They needed to get on this and fast.

Closing the door, we walked by the two twin sized beds, knocking each of the boys’ foot with a tiny bit of force.

Both jumped awake, snorting as they realized that sleep time was over.

“Sorry boys, but we have our next case,”

“Uhgg, what time is it?” Dean asked, squinting at the clock.

“Time to get your tails up,” John replied, sitting at a table with his laptop.

Typing away as Sam and Dean stretched and yawned, John found the place where Teresa had called from.

“What do you have?” Sam asked, plopping down in a chair and rubbing his eyes.

“Got a call from an old friend,” he paused, reading, “looks like Werewolf attacks in… Michigan,”

“That’s about a seven hour trip, Dad,” Dean said.

Looking up at both of his sons, John smiled, “Looks like you best get to packing,”
“Dad, this town isn’t even on the map,” Dean said, from the passenger seat.

“Well, this is where the signal came from, so that is where we are going,”

So far it had been nothing but mountains and flat land. It had seemed like that they weren’t moving.

John immediately slammed on the breaks, scaring the boys.

“The hell!?”

“Jesus, Dad!”

“Sorry boys, but shut up and look,” John pointed to what was beyond the windshield.

The fog was so thick, so dense that they could barely make out the sign that set on the side of the road.

Dean squinted, leaning forward in his seat, “Welcome to the town of Quaker. Population…. I can’t see the numbers.,”

Slowly, John inched the Impala forward until it had disappeared into the fog.

Some of the thickness had thinned out, but it was still hard to see. Still, John continued to drive at a snails pace.

He sighed with relief when the fog gave way to a quaint little town. It was still overcast, but not nearly as bad.

People were scattered about the town, eating, walking their dogs, window shopping and so on.

Dean tapped John on the arm and pointed to their destination, “Last building on the right,”

~Bronx Antiques~

John pulled into a parking space and shut the car off. Pulling the keys from the ignition, he began to fumble with them as his nerves became frazzled.

“Dad?” Dean tapped his arm.


“You alright?” he asked.

John cleared his throat and shook his head, “I’m fine son. C'mon, let’s go,”

Dean and Sam shared a look before exiting the vehicle.

Entering the building, the doorbell chimed three times as they each crossed the threshold.

“Hi, can I help you?” A young girl in her mid teens stepped from a back room.

John’s eyes widened at the sight of the girl. She looked so much like Teresa did when she was a teen.

When Dean noticed that John wasn’t speaking up, he gave his father another weird stare and shook his head.

“Yeah. Hey Darlin’. We’re looking for Teresa Bronx. Is she here?”

The teen blushed, then nodded. Holding up a finger, she turned on her heel, “Hey Momma. There’s some men out here that wanna talk to you,”

“On my way, Issie,”

John felt his chest tighten at the sound of Teresa’s voice.

When she came around the corner, wiping her hands on a towel, it seemed like time had frozen.

Teresa looked exactly as he remembered, only her hair was shorter and she wore glasses.

She froze when she spotted him, her blue eyes getting tearful.

“John?” she gasped.

He could feel his own self getting choked up.

She walked faster over to him, hugging him for all she was worth.

“Hey Tere,” he whispered, giving her a squeeze.

“You came,” her voice skipped.

John rubbed her back, continuing to whisper, “Why would you think I wouldn’t?”

“Old memories,” she cried.

John pulled back and cupped her cheeks, “Listen Teresa, that was a long time ago. We were just teens,”

Teresa nodded and gave a watery laugh. She pulled off her glasses and wiped underneath her eyes to rid her face of tears.

“Sorry, it’s been a roller-coaster of emotions lately.” she said.

Dean coughed behind John, making him glance over his shoulder.

The boys looked uncomfortable, but curious as well.

“Teresa, these are my boys, Sam and Dean. Boys, this is Teresa. We grew up together.”

Sam and Dean leaned forward, shaking Teresa’s hand.

“Nice to meet you,” she smiled.

She put her arm around the teen, who seemed to look like she felt out of place, “This is my daughter, Issie,”

She kissed the girls head, “Like John said, we grew up together,”

“Ohh, he’s the one in the photo album at home,”

“Yes he is,”

Issie held her hand out, “Nice to meet you Mr. Winchester,”

“You can call me John, Issie. Nice to meet you too,” he said, shaking her hand gently.

Issie shook Dean and Sam’s hand, getting bashful.

“Please come in. Can I get you all anything?”

At that moment, Dean’s stomach growled. He clutched it, laughing, “Sorry, we’ve not had lunch yet,”

“Oh! Well, let me lock up and we’ll go to the diner across the street,”
While Teresa and Issie were in the restroom, Sam and Dean demanded some answers from their father.

“C'mon Dad, you gotta let us in on this,”

John shrugged his shoulders, “You know everything, Dean.”

Before the conversation became heated, the women returned.

Everyone ordered their food; the silence slightly uncomfortable.

“So why don’t we just cut the chase? Why are we here?” Dean asked, slightly annoyed.

The door chimed, indicating another customer.

“Mom, it’s Baisley. Can I go talk to her?” Issie asked.

Teresa nodded and smiled, “Sure, Iss. I’ll come get you when the food gets here,”

As soon as Issie left the table, Teresa’s smile faded from her face, her eyes becoming hard. “I planned on telling you, just not in front of my daughter. You said you were hungry and what I need help with isn’t suitable for the table,”

“Dean,” John said, looking up from his hands at his oldest.

Dean sighed, “I’m sorry… just hangry, I guess,”

The waitress put the food on the table, getting out of the thick atmosphere quickly.

Teresa sighed, “Let’s just eat and when we go back to the shop, I’ll tell you what this is all about,”

Issie was called back over to the table to eat, making quick work of her meal.

In between bites, she begged to stay the night with her friend, which Teresa granted.

Back at the antique shop once everyone ate and Issie safely with her friend and their parents; it was time to get down to business.

“The curiosity is killing me, Tere. What do you need help with?” John asked, taking off his jacket and placing it on the back of a chair.

Folding her arms, she looked at each Winchester and sighed one dreaded word…



Let Me Help Pt. 1

Summary: AU where you grew up with the Winchesters because your dad was John’s best friend. After they die on a hunt, Dean spirals into self-hate. You can’t take it so you take off. Sam helps keep you grounded through texts/phone calls, also keeping it from Dean. Four years later, you are a counselor for civilians during the day and run a side business for hunters when your past comes back to haunt you. ( I REALLY SUCK AT SUMMARIES. I apologize for that!)

Word Count: 1,433

Pairing: Sam x Reader (friendship/practically siblings), Dean x Reader 

Warnings: angst. Right after John dies timeframe. Fluff. 

A/N: Okayyyy. So. Back when I still thought I wanted to get my masters in counseling I was talking with @dustycelt one night and this brilliant idea came to be between the two of us.  A story about the reader hating the fact that Dean couldn’t handle the death of his dad in a healthy way and her leaving to get her degree in counseling so she can help those who also need help. I give Steff tons of the credit for this because we sort of co-wrote it. We hashed out all of the details (summary for me is 1,000+) together and then I kind of went off and started writing it. SO THANK YOU SO MUCH STEFF!!!!! Tags at the end

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It’s taken me a while to get this colored and boy it seems like almost a lifetime since I drew it back in September, but I really just felt like coloring today. I haven’t done enough with EOS’s mission uniform anyway. XD

But yeah, have some John and EOS feels to start the day with! (or end the day in my case, whoops.) Because these two are and always will be my absolute favorites (both with series-canon, pure-code EOS and my own AU synthetic humanoid codebrat EOS) and I look forward to hopefully seeing more of them this season!

To the Four of Us (Part Nine)

premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things.
words: 2,282
warnings: drinking, swears, homophobia  
a/n: sorry its been a couple days!! this is kinda a cutesy chapter (well for a bit at least lol sorry)
all chapters: x
tags: @heythereitsloey@anitheunicorn@newyorkyoucanbeanew@lafbagxette @justafangirlwithanavy @iamgrayfox

soundtrack song: And the Snakes Start to Sing - Bring Me The Horizon

full soundtrack: x
please like/reblog if you enjoyed it (OR if you didn’t message me; i’m always looking for ways to improve)!!!
also, message me if you want me to tag you so you get notifications when I update!! it’s super easy and gr8

Even though it was a bit cheesy, Alexander would be the first one to admit that he loved Thanksgiving. No matter what, his family was his top priority and he was glad to be able to spend time with his father. It was pretty much just the two of them, plus a couple family friends, but it was, in Alexander’s opinion, the best time of the year.

When Alexander first saw George waiting in the Arrivals terminal, he all but ran into his father’s arms. George was the type of father who, upon looking at his son, got teary-eyed and said, “Look at how much you’ve grown up! I’m so proud of you, son.”

Alexander rolled his eyes, but smiled in spite of himself. “I missed you, Dad.”

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this was just a begining
now sherlock and john are RAISING ROSIE TOGETHER
it happend in the fucking fake episode it’ll happen in the real one AND IT WILL BE MORE


reblog if you believe that sherlock and john gonna be best dads to rosie

Let Me Help Master Post

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Summary:  AU where you grew up with the Winchesters because your dad was John’s best friend. After they die on a hunt, Dean spirals into self-hate. You can’t take it so you take off. Sam helps keep you grounded through texts/phone calls, also keeping it from Dean. Four years later, you are a counselor for civilians during the day and run a side business for hunters when your past comes back to haunt you.

The Tale of Two Daddies

Author: C. Ford

Characters: Sherlock x Reader, John x Mary

A/N: Still breaking this new blog in. Based on the request of @crazyyyfangirl. Essentially, the request was for me to write a reverse of “Imagine having dinner with Sherlock and John” but I tweaked it a little so it’s not too similar. The reader is in her 20s. I’ll leave the technicalities to you. I hope you enjoy this!

Feedbacks are needed appreciated.

Summary: You and Sherlock have been hiding your relationship from your father for one good reason: your dad is his best friend, John Watson.

Themes: Fluffy. Suggestive.

Word Count: 500+

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John Winchester with a pager

John Winchester with a pager that goes off every. time. he’s in. a fight.

John Winchester panicking and rushing to finish the fight so he can get to a phone and call the boys.

John Winchester being relieved when he finds out Sam paged him because Dean wouldn’t let him change the channel or some other stupid thing little boys fight about.

John Winchester with a pager, setting up a time for Dean to beep him so when he’s scoping a place out dressed as a fed, he can subtly ask to use their phone to buy more time there and get deeper in the house/business.

John Winchester with a pager who writes the number down on ten different pieces of paper and leaves them in different spots in the motel room because of that time he called them after not hearing from them all day and Dean was crying because he couldn’t remember the number and wanted to tell his dad about the good grade he’d gotten on his test in school.

John Winchester with a pager that he keeps as close to him as his gun when he’s not with his boys.

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On the post you rebloged, please answer 1-20. <3

Oh lord lol…here we go

1. Who’s my favourite serial killer. Why?

I don’t have a favorite serial killer but I’ve always found John Wayne Gacy interesting for some reason. My dads best friend knew who he was because he lived in the same neighborhood as him, so maybe hearing so much about him from him made me interested.

2. Who’s my least favourite serial killer. Why?

Charles Manson (is he a serial killer?) he just gives me the creeps. My parents know he scares me and always tease me about it.

3. Who’s my favourite mass murderer. Why?

I wouldn’t say I have a favorite, that’t really sick if you ask me (same goes for serial killers or any killer for that matter)

4. Who’s my least favourite mass murderer. Why?

See number 3

5. What’s my favourite case that doesn’t involve a serial killer/mass murderer. Why?

The JonBenét Ramsey case has been so fascinating to me. Back in 2006 when they thought they found who killed her is when I became interested because I knew nothing of the case before then. 

6. What’s my favourite unsolved case and why.

The Black Dahlia or the Zodiac Murder

7. How I got into true crime.

The JonBenét Ramsey case and then when I got older during the Casey Anthony trial, that’s when I got really interested and wanted to become someone like Nancy Grace.

8. What I prefer: serial killers or mass murderers. Why?

Neither. Both are Heinous

9. Who I prefer: Ted Bundy or Jeffrey Dahmer. Why?

I don’t prefer either but Jeffrey Dahlmer has always interested me more than Ted Bundy.

10. Who I prefer: Eric Harris or Dylan Klebold. Why?

Neither. Both have sad lives with a sad ending. Plus they killed innocent people.

11. What’s my favourite true crime book. Why?

A Mother’s Reckoning by Sue Klebold. I would recommend that book to someone who’s not even interested in True Crime, it was that good.

12. How many victims of my favourite murderer I can name.

No Comment

13. What weapon I would use to kill someone. Why?

No Comment

14. Do I support Death Penalty. Why?

I do and I don’t. A person like Scott Peterson deserves it. But a part of me goes why do we have it? Scott Peterson has been on death row for well over 10 years. Why does it take so long? But then I think of Damien Echols (West Memphis Three) who was on death row for 18 years. He was innocent (imo) and he would have been executed for a crime that he didn’t commit.

15. Would I prefer to be executed or spend the rest of my life in prison. Why?

Executed. I’d rather not waste tax payers money/ live my life staring at a brick wall for the rest of my life.

16. Execution methods- from favourite to least favourite

No comment

17. Favourite true crime TV shows.

I don’t have one.

18. Favourite true crime movie.

Zodiac (2007)

19. Do I own any true crime merch.

Just books

20. Favourite true crime blogs!

@racheljoyscotts @everlasting-contrast @hernamewasjonbenet

Dating John Winchester would include:

Originally posted by lesbianqueenrey

• Being spoiled with that classic gentleman charm all the time.

• Making you laugh with ticklish, scruffy kisses on your cheeks and neck.

• Him being so grateful to be happily in love again, and wondering how the hell did he score such a pure soul like you to be with him

• Him telling you embarrassing stories about his boys because that’s what dads do

• Pet names or terms of affection like sweetheart, queen, princess, darling, etc and all the good lovely things he knows that makes you blush

• him teaching you mechanics because he wants you to be able to take care of yourself in case he’s not there to help even though it’s rare that you both are separated

• smol public displays of affection like reaching for your hand over the table, an arm around the back of your seat in diner booths or in his truck, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear, holding pinky fingers.

• Did i mention being spoiled with classic gentleman charm. ?? Stuf like him pulling out your chair and tucking it for you, opening all the doors and letting you in first, the good shit

• T H E C H A R M AND M A N N E R S. him opening the door of his giant truck and holding your hand to help you in bc it is too tall and him closing the door behind you, im a sucker for that good shit ok a y ?goodbye, thank

• putting his big heavy jackets that smell like him over your shoulders when you are cold,

• always saying i love you’s and goodnight kisses before bed bc he cherishes you so much and will absolutely not take little things for granted

• this may have gotten away from me, i am having feels

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