leather jacket!dean

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“God, black leather jackets are so hot.” You breathed out as you, Sam, Dean and Cas strolled pass a high end store.

“Hot? I had no idea clothing had such a high temperature…” Cas said, eyebrows forwarding as he over thought your comment. You giggled, shaking your head softly. 

“No, Castiel. I meant that leather jackets look very handsome on men.” You corrected yourself.

“You think leather jackets are hot?” Dean raised an eyebrow and you nodded simply.

-

The motel was dewy and cold. You shivered and cuddled into the bed further. “Where’s Dean?” You asked Sam as he punched the keys on his laptop quickly. 

“Hmm?” He hummed softly and turned towards you a little. “Oh, Dean. Yeah he went out or whatever. Hey, you hungry?”

“Starving.” You smiled and thanked the gentle giant as he headed out the door to grab some grub.

Dean walked into the room no longer than 5 minutes later. “Hi.” You smiled and continued scrolling through your phone.

Dean stayed silent for a minute. “Y/N.”

“Yes?” You asked, confused. 

Dean didn’t answer for a solid ten minutes, making you return to your previous activities. 

“Anything?” He said impatiently. 

“What?”

Dean looked down, tugging at new leather jacket. 

You flushed, feeling as if you were missing something. “You got a haircut?”

“Nevermind, dammit.” 

A Dangerous Game

Betty closed her eyes as she leaned out the bus window, the cool breeze felt good on her flushed cheeks and she pulled her hair from the ridiculously tight ponytail. Looking to her right she smiled at the pair beside her, an older couple, the man had his arm securely wrapped around the woman and she was fast asleep on his shoulder, his own eyes shut as he rested on the top of her forehead.

The bus came to an abrupt stop and she tugged her leather jacket tighter around her body, she turned to the sleeping couple as she was getting out of her seat, gently tapping the mans shoulder

“I don’t mean to be nosy but I think I heard you mention Riverdale being your stop? Well, we’re here. I didn’t want you to sleep through it.” She shrugged with a weak smile.

“Oh thank heavens! That’ll be the second time this week! Thanks darlin’ my names Pop, Pop Tate.” He gathered his things as the older woman gushed over Bettys long blonde hair. As soon as they got off the bus Pop Tate smiled

“I own the Diner just down the road, Pops, you stop by anytime for a free milkshake.” He winked at her and his wife squeezed her shoulder

“I’ll have to take you up on that, thanks so much.” She waved at their retreating backs, she wasn’t used to people being so friendly, normally the huge Serpent emblazoned on her jacket was enough to send anyone the opposite way.

Betty Cooper was a legacy, her mother was the leader of a chapter of the Southside Serpents, she ran the Toledo gang. Betty was a prominent member of the gang and was a shoe in to take over leadership when her mother passed it on, that’s what brought her here to Riverdale

The town with Pep.

The Riverdale South Side Serpents were in some type of trouble, apparently they were being dragged into some small town Drug ring and gang members were being killed and arrested. Betty could still see the tears in her mothers eyes when the news came that Viper had been found dead in a motel room, if that wasn’t enough one of her closest friends F.P jones had been arrested. Gladys came running through the bar doors late one Friday night sobbing begging Alice to help her husband.

That’s where Betty came in, it was her job to investigate the town, she needed to find out who was behind the heroin and she needed to report back to her mother, it was almost somewhat of a final test, if she could help out Riverdale she would be ready to take over the Toledo Serpents.

Finding the Southside was as easy as she expected, the familiar looking trailers and stray dogs reminded her so much of home she instantly felt her shoulders relax. She took a deep breath and walked through the bar, the door slamming against the wall as everyone went silent about a hundred eyes turning to her.

Betty straightened her back and crossed her arms, her most intimidating smile playing across her features. Out of the crowd came a burly, muscular man she knew very well.

“Baby Betty Cooper, my very favorite niece” the older man smiled down at her, dropping an arm around her shoulder, she grinned up at him and squirmed under his arm. Instantly the murmurs began

“That’s her!”
“That’s Alice’s daughter”
“She’s here about the drugs”
“She’s hot as shit!”

Betty rolled her eyes and laughed
“Nice to see you too uncle Hause, but don’t call me baby Betty.” She mock glared at him and he laughed heartily, clapping his hands he drew all the attention to himself

“Listen up Serpents, this here is Betty Cooper, I’m sure by now you all know what she’s here for. I want you all to treat her with the utmost respect, I’m looking at you jovan.” He said pointedly at the drooling young man in front. “Betty is Alice Coopers daughter so if you know what’s good for you, you’ll treat her like the diamond she is” he ruffled her hair and nudged her forward, encouraging her to speak.

Betty cleared her throat and began the speech she had prepared

“I’m here to help you all, no matter where we’re from Serpents are all a family. I’m gonna find out who’s putting us in danger and I’m gonna stop it, I can promise you that. Because… no one messes with a snake.” She finished darkly, sending the entire bar into room shaking cheers, she smiled proudly and turned to her uncle

“I’m looking for F.Ps son, I have to talk to him.” She said quietly “who is he?”

“That would be me.”

Whipping around Betty came face to face with the most attractive thing she had ever seen in her life, dark black waves and light blue eyes all wrapped up in a leather jacket. James Dean eat your heart out, he seemed to be just as interested in her as she was in him, he stood before her, his eyes surveying every inch of her.

“Betty Cooper” she stuck her hand out, he took it quickly, gripping her fingers with a gentleness she hadn’t seen in a gang member

“Jughead Jones”

“Well I’ll leave you two to it, Lizzy I’ll have aunt charla show you to your trailer after you and the boy have your discussion, oh and Jughead?”

Jughead turned to Hause, still clutching Betty’s hand

“Don’t forget to do your homework,” he warned.

Betty giggled from in front of him and he turned to her with pink stained cheeks
“Yeah yeah yeah” he grumbled, finally pulling his hand free.

Betty slid into a stool at the bar and grinned at the handsome boy

“Alright Jughead Jones, let’s get started.”

Empathy

Originally posted by godshipsit

Pairing: Winchesters x sister!Reader
Word count: 1,737
Request: Anonymous. Can you do I Winchester Sister!Reader where she’s, like, 13/14 and she becomes and Empath and has to deal with her brothers pain on top of her own. (Maybe set when Dean gets back from Purgatory?) Please & Thank You Xxx


Ever since you were little, you were always a bit more attuned to your brothers feelings. It was normal to you, so you never thought you were any different. You were the most caring and sensitive out of the Winchesters, and part of John loved that about you- that you still held onto that despite their life. However, he feared it would get you into trouble one day.


Sitting with your back to the headboard, you read the book on your tablet in your lap, in your own little world. Knowing there was no way to lug around as many books as you could go through, Sam saved up and surprised you with it for your birthday two months before. You’d hugged him tighter than he thought possible for your young body, making him chuckle.

It was just you and Sam now, as Dean was off in purgatory. You missed your older brother, but there wasn’t anything you could do. At least not as a 14 year old girl who was more into books and fantasy than actually hunting.

Sam had been extra quiet lately, and you’d stopped in a town on your way to the cabin. He had kissed your forehead and said he wanted some fresh air. You didn’t mind. Getting alone time was nice. It left you feeling a bit more recharged, and gave you a chance to read.

You knew that Sam was avoiding talking about her- Amelia. She had been really nice, and you’d liked her. It was refreshing to be able to talk to a woman about things, as opposed to awkwardly talking to Sam about it. One night he shook you awake and the two of you left, and you could feel the pit in your stomach.

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anonymous asked:

43! Please! <3 <3

43. falling in love with their best friend’s partner au

From the moment Benny walks in with his boyfriend, Dean knows he is screwed. Benny has been bragging about how handsome his new partner is and how he’d hit the jackpot for a while now- but Dean would never believe him. Until he sees him standing right there, Benny’s arm around the broad shoulders covered with a dark blue shirt and leather jacket. Dean almost drops his beer.

The guy’s hair is a deep, dark brown, almost black in this light and his body is a good example of perfect.

Dean never fights over people with Benny, they always had a good feeling about who was into which person and Dean has always been easy with letting it go and giving Benny what he wants. But he already feels the jealousy rising as he stands and watches. When Benny catches his glance, he waves and gestures to come over. Dean puts his empty beer away and approaches Benny and the guy, curling his shaking hands in a fist to calm them down.

“Hey brother,” Benny says and his hand slips from the guy’s shoulders. He pulls Dean into a hug and he hugs back, strong and short. When he pulls away, the other guy holds out his hand.

“I’m Castiel.” He says with a deep voice. Dean takes his hand a bit too fast and a bit too long as he says his name, but the guy doesn’t seem to mind. He shares a quick look with Benny and gestures. “Benny’s boyfriend.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard,” Dean admits and can’t help his eyes from wandering. “He told me a lot about you.”

“He did?” Castiel frowns and tilts his head to Benny, who shrugs and smiles.

“Only good things, Cas. I’ll get you a beer. Dean?”

Dean nods and suddenly he’s alone with Castiel.

“So, Dean,” Castiel says as he stands closer to let a few people pass. “This party is yours?”

“My brother’s, actually,” Dean says as he gets a hint of Castiel’s aftershave- sandalwood and something flowery, sweet but not too thick, a perfect balance, and he feels the blue eyes burn on his skin. “He’s turning eighteen, so he wanted something a little bigger.”

“Congratulations,” Castiel says politely. Dean smiles, dazzled by the way Cas loosely ruffles his hair as he looks for Benny. He appears a few moments later with three beer. They talk for a while, but Dean has a hard time keeping his eyes off Castiel. It gets to the point where he becomes agitated by himself, knowing that what he’s feeling is wrong and he walks away from them at last- too tense to act normal.

He doesn’t know if he should feel upset or thankful when Benny and Cas leave, but Castiel’s eyes stay with him until late that night.

Dean hoped that it would get less painful over time, seeing Benny and Castiel together. But the more they meet up or hang out together, the more it bothers Dean. Whenever he’s around Castiel he feels warmer, more comfortable despite it being awkward as well. It doesn’t help that Castiel shows interest in him as well- at least, they talk a lot, Cas laughs at his jokes, he started hugging him the third time they met and Cas doesn’t seem to be bothered by personal space.

Despite not being able to get enough of it, Dean feels wrong. Cas is Benny’s boyfriend, and though they aren’t a sappy couple, Dean can’t just flirt with Castiel like he wants to.  

So he goes home every night feeling empty and alone as he tries to ignore the image of Benny’s arm around Castiel’s waist and focus on Castiel’s hand on Dean’s shoulder before, but all it makes him feel is treacherous and an ass.

It’s one of those nights that he leaves alone again, feeling torn. Castiel had talked with him all night and Benny had mainly focused on Meg and Charlie. Dean and Cas had sat aside a little as Cas talked about the names of stars and Dean listened, quickly distracted by Castiel’s glistening eyes and the curve of his lips. Castiel had hugged him gently when they left, longer than normal.

“It was good to see you again, Dean.” He’d said, face close to Dean’s. “Until next time.”

Dean had stuttered something back and now he walks his way home, alone and miserable.

It feels like he’s cheating while he isn’t. Castiel isn’t cheating, he’s done nothing with Dean. Dean isn’t betraying Benny, but his feelings are. The problem is that it won’t stop, he knows that much.

Once home, he lets himself fall down on the couch and turns on the TV. His mind keeps drifting. He doesn’t know how long he sits there and stares at the TV with no clue of what’s on. He hugs his knees close to his chest. His bare feet are cold and he rubs them warm, just as the doorbell rings. It’s almost midnight. The only person he can think of to come by at this hour is Sam when there’s something wrong, so he hurries to the door.

Dean has a moment to realize that it’s, in fact, Castiel standing in front of him, then his thoughts are shut off as Cas steps inside and kisses him full on his lips. It’s only for a few moments before Dean pulls away, the butterflies in his stomach pushed away by his confusion.

“What- what the- what about Benny?” He manages to stutter.

Castiel looks at him with those irresistible blue eyes and closes the door with his foot.

“We broke up. I… I couldn’t ignore what was happening between you and me and Benny felt like he was drifting away from me. We didn’t work out.” Cas looks down, embarrassed suddenly. “I should’ve… I’m sorry I kissed you, I just-” He takes a deep breath. “Benny is okay. He wanted me to find what I was looking for and I already knew that you-” He gives Dean a quick look. “You’re very special to me, Dean, and I want you to know that. I’ve never met someone like you, you make me feel things no one else ever made me feel and I couldn’t ignore that any longer.”

Cas is panting softly and Dean doesn’t know what he should say.

Benny is okay, he’s sure Castiel isn’t lying, and Castiel just confessed to him how he feels. The butterflies start fluttering again.

“Are you sure?” Dean whispers softly. “About Benny, about… us?”

“Yes.”

Dean looks at Cas in silence as his mind tries to settle all the information. In a sudden movement, he grabs the collar of Castiel’s jacket and pushes him against the wall, kissing him for a second time. Cas leans in, eagerly, and runs his fingers through Dean’s hair with a soft, satisfied hum.

“I felt wrong for wanting this,” Cas mutters against his lips. “But it doesn’t feel wrong at all.”

Dean chuckles against Castiel’s lips, softly nudging him over to the living room.

“Me too,” he admits, trying to slip off Cas’ jacket and kissing him at the same time. “But if you’re sure and Benny is alright…”

“He is,” Castiel pulls away for a moment to focus his eyes on him. “I promise.”

Dean’s mind settles on the promise and he lets Cas’ lips trail kisses down his neck.

“Good,” he whispers.

Later, when they’re both lying comfortably under the sheets of Dean’s bed, legs tangled together and Cas’ steady breathing tickling his neck, Dean smiles and closes his eyes. As he drifts off, he squeezes Cas’ hand wrapped securely around his waist and can feel Castiel’s lips pressing a soft, tired kiss against his shoulder. 

Everything finally feels right.

At Least Three Sizes Too Large - On Dean and John's Old Leather Jacket

I know I’ve been writing about this topic a handful of times before, but it simply remains a topic I am interested in and that happens to cause a tidal wave of emotions every single time as - whether consciously chosen by the creator of “Supernatural” at the time or not - this piece of clothing serves as such a fitting symbol and metaphor for Dean’s life from age 4 onwards. So what am I talking about - I guess the title of this post gave it away, didn’t it? ;) But yes, it’s John’s old leather jacket. The huge, beat up, faded, bulky leather jacket that Dean used to wear up until S5.

Now this may be a very unpopular opinion, but I always despised that jacket. And for more reasons than the obvious: that it didn’t fit Dean at all. Though that aspect is a vital and integral part of why this clothing item serves as such a massive symbol for a multitude of things connected to Dean’s story and his place in the narrative as well.

Because you see, the first thing that catches ones attention when looking at Dean in the early seasons when wearing that jacket is that it simply looks at least three sizes too big for Dean. The shoulders of the jacket don’t sit on Dean’s shoulders, it reaches far below his hips and just overall it looks as if Dean’s getting swallowed in all the material. Essentially that jacket not only makes Dean disappear almost, he looks lost in it. And he does so for good reason. His father was taller, had broader shoulders, was a very different built than Dean, he filled out that jacket. None of that can be said about Dean when looking at S1 for example where the fact that this jacket was not meant for Dean or rather that Dean didn’t buy it himself (unlike the purgatory jacket, but more on that later) is most striking.

Now the following is total headcanon, but I like to think that John passed down the jacket to Dean as a form of “recognition” or “act of pride” (I can’t quite find the right for word in English), basically a gift for Dean doing a great job with something, something like a sign that for Dean was connected with being valued, accepted and “a man” maybe to say it very broadly. Essentially I think to Dean that moment of receiving that jacket may have fallen together with a moment of pride and a sign of “love” and “attention” and “recognition” from his father that he craved.

Keeping this headcanon in mind, Dean wearing that old jacket, turns tragic rather fast - but then again, that may be just me as I am simply someone tending to focus on the drama/tragedy/more serious aspects of the narrative. Because while the jacket may have been meant as an honest gift out of the wish to show pride to his son, in the end to me this jacket symbolizes and highlights in such intricate fashion that Dean from the age 4 - and as he verbalized latest in 12x22 “Who We Are” - had to be so much more than any kid should ever have to be.

Because the way I see it, the fact that Dean is swallowed by that jacket and disappears in it almost is so telling and fitting to how Dean was forced to fill a role and walking in shoes two sizes too big - or rather a leather jacket at least three sizes too large - that he never could have. Yes that jacket to me symbolizes and captures the much too big responsibilty that was placed on Dean’s shoulder when he was a kid and was asked to serve as mom, dad and brother when he wasn’t even double digits - something any person would be overwhelmed by at any age but especially so when you are a child yourself.

So yeah, the fact that the jacket literally didn’t fit Dean and was passed down to him by his father (which is headcanon yes but bear with me) can be read as a direct pass down of “role” as well, a role not meant for Dean to play and fill, but that he tried to take up anyway, because that’s what Dean did and what he still does (though not as much as he used to, now it’s more that people try and manipulate him back into being what they want him to be because it’s easier for them, see Dean’s treatment by his loved ones such as Mary over the course of S12): trying his best no matter the circumstance and how unfair for him.

So the sheer size, the fact that Dean couldn’t fill his father’s jacket captures all of the above perfectly imo, furthermore however the fact that Dean practically swims in that jacket, as I said - seems to disappear in it - also describes rather disturbingly what happened to Dean after his mom died and his grieving father was unable to provide the love and nurture a growing kid like Dean after such a traumatic loss would have needed: Because with Mary’s death and what was asked of Dean and of what he needed to be and become, Dean the child (“Hunters are never kids, I never was”), Dean himself, the person he truly is or would have grown to become without the tragedy that followed his family ever since he was born, disappeared, was swallowed up and hidden like Dean’s body was swallowed by John’s jacket.

I know many people mourn the departure of that jacket (I actually secretly thank the person who stole it from set lol), but to me it couldn’t come soon enough. Because even though Dean is no longer wearing that jacket, it’s ghost still lingers on - even as far as into S12.

It’s also noteworthy how Dean used that leather jacket aside from simply wearing it - which was as a blanket. To me it almost carries a notion of “armor” in that regard, something like a “safety blanket” - which is especially an interesting aspect to ponder when keeping in mind that we see Dean sleeping fully clothed after Hell (the implications and conclusions drawn from that aspect alone are freaking devastating, I tell you) and often times using the jacket as his blanket. One may analyze that as a wish for (fatherly) protection that Dean didn’t receive and I won’t even go into how this whole topic gets all the more complex when taking into account how Dean later learns that his father did not break, when Dean did and what that does to Dean’s psyche and already more than fragile sense of self and self worth.

Tbh I actually was happy when Dean packed up John’s jacket when he decided to say yes to Michael (though you can draw a hell of a lot of very sad conclusions here too about how Dean sees himself and how important he deems himself opposed to his father or Sam), as one could have read it as him rejecting a persona and role he was forced to fill - BUT the reason why and how it happens is so tragic because essentially saying yes accounts to suicide for Dean, meaning he gives up playing his father’s role to literally give up his body to an archangel and giving up himself completely. There is nothing not absolutely tragic and sad and enraging about this, because Dean gives himself up again and again within SPN (that’s why he’s the true christ figure and will always be). Needless to say the jacket is right back in 5x22 “Swan Song” (if I remember correctly, I can’t check as I’m siting on the train - if he isn’t wearing the jacket there just scratch all of this paragraph) when he goes and tries to get through to Sam and protects his brother and stands with him, tries to keep him safe right until the end - the one thing both of his parents always failed at: keeping Sam and Dean safe. And once more in that moment as the whole episode with Chuck’s monologue fro the off and the story of the Impala replays the Winchesters’ story alongside the Impala’s and engraved into that is also the story of Dean, a young boy, who tried to be mother and father when all he should have had to be was himself, because just that, being Dean would have been more than enough.

So yeah, I was happy when that jacket was gone, even if Dean wasn’t freed and still isn’t from it’s symbolic power. That is why I loved it so much to see the next leather jacket he wore after he abandoned his father’s (even if maybe only because it was lost BTS) was in S7. You know, that gorgeous reddish-brown one that sadly didn’t survive purgatory (and even that you could analyze outside of the fact that the creators didn’t like the look of it on screen - idiots they are - with Dean being stripped off everything in purgatory). But the fact remains: Dean at some point during S7 went out to buy himself a leather jacket, a conscious decision. A leather jacket just for him. A leather jacket that fit. That he wasn’t swallowed by but that he owned, a leather jacket that highlighted just one simple thing: that it was Dean’s. Because being Dean is all Dean should ever have had to be.

Dating Dean Winchester Would Include

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

- Riding shotgun in the Impala all the time

- Maybe he’ll even let you pick the music if it’s a special occasion

- Loads of cliché pet names for each other

- SUPER competitive hunts

- “Hey babe, I just killed three wolves with no help.”

- “That’s cute, call me when it’s a pack by yourself.”

- Constantly stealing his leather jacket

- Dean forcing you to get an anti-possession tattoo

- Holding your hand whilst you have it done because he thought you might like some support

- Making sarcastic comments every time Dean and Cas have eye sex

- Shouting the lyrics to every song that comes on

- Dean getting annoyed that he can’t hear the actual song

- But then he starts singing too

- Sam insisting on having his own motel room whenever there’s a case because he doesn’t want to third-wheel

- Making Sam and Cas super uncomfortable on purpose anyway

- Bickering over pie flavours and whether or not cake is just as good

- Dean having to learn how to reject attractive women that come up to him in a bar

- Sometimes, if you have time after a hunt, you’ll have a quick date in a cinema or a coffee shop

- Once, Dean took you to a drive-in theatre and you fell asleep on the hood of the Impala together

- Playing Marco Polo when you first move into the bunker because you can never find your way around

- Joking that the only reason you’re dating each other is to double your arsenal

- Him pushing you against a wall to make out with you when you least expect it

- Comforting him when he gets upset

- You would place your head on his chest and wrap one arm and leg around him as he calmed down

- Then he’d kiss your head and thank you before you drift off together

So every year my school has a mandatory 50s/60s themed swing dance and today was the swing dance. So I’m dressed up in a leather jacket and pretty much look like a greater from Grease or something and I’m dancing with my friend who’s partner ditched her. My friends has never seen supernatural. So we’re dancing, and suddenly a very familiar, painfully sad song comes on. Twist and Shout. I just stop dancing and look at the band. Because here I am, dressed in a leather jacket, on a THURSDAY of all days, at a 50s/60s themed dance. I had to excuse my self to go into the bathroom and cry because it’s Thursday, I’m wearing a leather jacket, the weather is beautiful and my heart was ripped open and torn to shreds by gay porn. My friend thinks I’m crazy.

Kari’s Favorite Things Challenge

 So get this! Y’all cause I am a weirdo I have been thinking about doing this for months. I did a celebration thingy for 666 so off course I wanted one for 6666 aswell :D

This one is gonna be a challenge and since the number 6666 is wicked cool and sorta a fav thing of mine the prompts are gonna reflect that. There are gonna be 66 prompts (and 66 spots for people to sign up for). There are gonna be 6 different categories amongst those prompts and there will be 6 different characters you can chose from to write for.

Sign ups end when I run out of prompts. No more will be added. Only one person for each prompt but no limit on characters. 

The Rules - READ CAREFULLY:

1. You have to send me an ask telling me your pairing (and if the pairing is two of the characters on the list please let me know which one you wanna focus on). The ask also has to say which prompt you choose (state the NUMBER not just the prompt. Send a backup prompt in case the one you want is taken. IMs, reblogs and replies will be ignore

2. I am fine with most pairings but please no dealistar, wincest (of any kind) or samifer. I wanna read all these fics and I can’t stomach those pairings. No hate if you ship it I just don’t. No male readers or OMCs are allowed either. Again no offense I just don’t read them.

3. You can write fluff, angst smut -  if you write smut please no non-con, A/B/O or daddy/mommy kinks. Again no shaming. I just can’t bring myself to read those.

4. Word min: 500 and word max: 6000 words.

5. It can be the start of a series or a one shot. Please don’t make it the middle part of a series - I don’t have time to catch up on 66 series for this one.

6. The fic is due June 15th. If you have to drop out or need an extension that is cool - just let me know a week ahead of time. People signing up and not completing the challenge without getting back to me that they need to drop out will be banned from my future challenges.

7. All are allowed to sign up, the tags are only for signal boost, but one person can only sign up once.

8. Tag me @thing-you-do-with-that-thing in the A/N and use the # Kari’s favorite things challenge within the first five tags. 

9. Have FUN :D

Characters you can write for:

It is TFW and J2M - I know but they are the ones I read the most and this is my challenge.

You can however pair them with any other character you like (again not any form of wincest, samifer or dealistar), you can pair them with a female reader or a OFC (no male readers or OMCs please), or you can write a general fic. You just have to let me know which and which guy you will focus on.

NO WIFE BASHING/HATE IS ALLOWED IN THE RPFS!

1. Dean

2. Jensen

3. Sam

4. Jared

5. Cas

6. Misha

Examples of an Ask:

Hey I would like to join your challenge and write for Destiel (with focus on Cas). I would like prompt 66 with prompt 5 as back up

Or

Hey can I join your challenge and write for Jared x reader with prompt 10 and 9 as back up please?

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Author- @family-business-forever

Song- Next Contestant- Nickelback

Word Count- 1371

Characters- Dean, reader, OFC!Mandy, some bar guys that are jerks

Pairings- Deanxreader

Warnings- Violence, swearing, slight mention of smut.

AU- This is my first song fic and aesthetic so bare with me! Feedback is much appreciated!

I judge by what she’s wearing
Just how many heads I’m tearing
Off of assholes coming on to her
Each night seems like it’s getting worse

Dean sat on his bed watching her get dressed into a air of tight skinny earns and a crop top. He sighed as she started putting on make-up.

“Sweetheart do you have to work tonight?” He questioned, hoping she’d say no.

“Yes Dean, I don’t like credit card fraud, I wanna earn my money, even if that means having a bunch of creeps flirt with me.” She says, as she brushes her hair out.

And I wish she’d take the night off
So I don’t have to bite off
Every asshole coming on to her
It happens every night she works

Once she’s ready she grabs her leather jacket, as Dean does the same and they both head off to Joe’s Bar. She can see Dean’s knuckles turning white around the steering wheel as he drives. She sighs before resting a hand onto his thigh, relaxing him some.

“You know I’m all yours. No ones gonna take me from you, because I don’t wanna be with anyone but you.” She says, rubbing his thigh, managing to calm him down.  Half an hour later, they pull up to the bar and get out. Before she has a chance to start walking, Dean pushes her up against the Impala and kisses her ferociously. She laughs into the kiss, before kissing him back and matches his ferociousness. Finally he pulls away, resting his forehead onto hers. “I love when you get jealous.” She says, laughing. Finally, they both walk into the building and she goes over to the bar to relieve a co-worker.

“Be careful tonight. Crowds really fired up and frisky. Is Dean here?” Her go worker, Mandy, asks.

“Yeah he’s here, you be careful too. Is Brandon here?” She asks Mandy.

“Yeah, actually I can see him ,he’s over talking to Dean. He’s probably letting Dean know about the crowd.” Mandy says, as they both look over to their two men. “Well good luck and be safe.” Mandy says as she leaves.

Right away she can feel eyes on her, and not just Deans eyes.

They’ll go and ask he DJ
And find out just what would she say
If they all tired coming on to her
Don’t they know it’s never gonna work
They think they’ll get inside her
With every drink they buy her
As they all try coming on to her
This time somebody’s getting hurt

Here come the next contestant

She’s only Ben working for an hour and already four guys bought drinks for her. Right now theres a drunk brunette flirting with her while she’s trying to do her job. She kindly avoids his flirting but he isn’t letting off anytime soon. Finally, though, he crosses the line. She gives one look to Dean and he’s there in a flash grabbing the guys hand just as the guy touched her arm.

Is that your hand on my girlfriend?
Is that your hand?
I wish you’d do it again
I’ll watch you leave here limping
There goes the next contestant

Dean ended up twisting the guys arm around and throwing him out of the bar before returning back to his booth where he can still watch her.

I even fear the ladies
They’re cool but twice as crazy
Just as bad for coming n to her
Don’t they know it’s never gonna work

About an hour later, she’s being hit on again but this time by a skinny blonde girl. The blonde buys her a few shots before striking up conversation with her. Being nice, (Y/N) talks to her, while also working. Again she avoids the blondes flirting and this time the blonde gives up and walks away.

Each time she bats an eyelash
Somebody’s grabbing her ass
Everyone keeps coming on to her
This time somebody’s getting hurt

Here comes the next contestant

As she’s serving a table drinks some collage frat boy decides he’s gonna grab her ass. She turns around with her jaw clenched, getting ready to say something until she remembers Dean is here. She turns her head around to, again look at Dean and he’s there in a flash, grabbing the frat boys hand just as it goes in for another grab. The frat boy looks up at Dean, before standing up to challenge him.

Is that you hand on my girlfriend?
Is that your hand?
I wish you’d do it again
I’ll watch you leave here limping
I wish you’d do it again
I’ll watch you leave here limping
There goes the next contestant

Grabbing her ass was the first mistake and challenging Dean was the second. At first the kid sized up his competition, before deciding that he may be able to win. That’s when he threw the first punch, missing as Dean saw it coming, caught it, twisted it behind the kids back and broke it. Not only was Dean teaching the kid a lesson, but by breaking his arm he was warning everyone else at the bar to stay away, and for awhile they did. Until some new comers came in, taking their seats at a booth, eyeing her up. She only had to get through one more hour and then she could go home.

I’m hating what she’s wearing
Everybody here keeps staring
Can’t wait ‘till they get what they deserve
This time somebody’s getting hurt

Here comes the next contestant

With only a half hour to go she brought Dean one of his final beers, and gave him a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry baby, just a half hour to go and I’m all yours.” She says, kissing him on the cheek, before sauntering off, making sure to add an extra swing to her his as she goes.

They almost made it,with only ten minutes to go when one of the guys in the new group starting flirting with her, when she brought the men there third rounds of beer.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” He asks, trying to be charming but only managing to discuss her, with his yellow teethed smile.

“(Y/N).” Is all she said as she laid the men’s drinks down, and collected their empty bottles.

“Well, (Y/N). How about you let me give you a ride home after you get off, huh?” He asks, again trying to be charming but failing miserably.

“No, I think I’d much rather go home with my boyfriend and not some disgusting druggy, sorry.” She said, sassily.

“Now come on sweetheart, don’t you wanna be with a real man?” He asks, opening his arms to show that, he thinks, he has a nice body.

“A real man? Oh please, I can see the ring on your finger, no real man goes out to a bar with his buddies and tries to hook up with a waitress who already told you was taken. Now go home to your wife and get some help.” She says, before turning around only for the man to grab her arm ruffly and yank her back around, and crash his lips to hers. She ties to pull away, but to no avail since he has a death grip on her arm.

Dean sees everything and is not happy as he storms over to the man and yanks him off her.

Is that your hand on my girlfriend?
Is that your hand?
I wish you’d do it again
I’ll watch you leave here limping
I wish you’d do it again
I’ll watch you leave here limping

I wish you’d do it again
(Each night seems it it’s getting worse)
I wish you’d do it again
(This time somebody’s getting hurt)

There goes the next contestant

Dean was so furious that he put the guy in the hospital with four cracked ribs, a shattered nose, a broken wrist, and one hell of a concussion. That night they went home and Dean showed what a real man was.

Happy Birthday Hollie!

So you know you’re REALLY special when someone who never - ever - makes a post, or finishes any kind of writing and prefers to stick to behind-the-scenes beta-ing goes full out and does a one shot for you!

I know it’s not on YOUR level, but in my defense, i didn’t have a beta as good as you do ;) I hope you enjoy it!! @the-captains-ayebrows


Birthday Fic based on this prompt;

“I’m on a date at a hockey game and my date is being a douche. Now we’re on the kiss cam, but hes on his phone, so i’m just going to kiss you instead, okay?” 

and this post;

http://killianisacupcake.tumblr.com/post/151446047966/frozenmusings-booooost-sympathypaynes



“Great!” Emma huffed, as she slammed her battery depleted phone down onto her thigh. The impact made her skin sting under her jeans. Taking a deep breath, she rolled her eyes at the fact that – apparently - iPhone batteries don’t do so well in near-frigid temperatures. The motion caused her to catch a glimpse of Neal to her right. In his worn jersey puffed up atop layers of thermal clothing and backwards baseball cap, perched on the edge of the hard, cold, plastic arena seat he was every bit the Hockey Fan she decidedly was not.

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A Little Bit of Magic and Miles To Go

Title: A Little Bit of Magic and Miles To Go

Pairing: Reader!human!Impala x Dean

Theme song: Wonderland by Taylor Swift, Home by Phillip Phillips, These Streets by Bastille

Request: Hiya! Can you please do a Dean X Reader where the reader is the Impala.

I love your writing! Can you write a one shot for Dean to Wonderland by Taylor Swift? She says green eyes and chesire cat smile and I just think of him lol thanks!

**Some light smut**

Your name: submit What is this?

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The sun was beating down on you in the early afternoon heat when you opened your eyes for the first time.

You stretched your arms out in front of you, stopping with your fingers splayed out, and you stared at them. Your breath caught in your throat. You’d never had arms or hands to look at or stretch before. You’d never had eyes with which to stare. You’d never had breath that could catch in your throat. You stood quickly from the curb where you sat and stumbled back a few paces, feeling your too long legs nearly give from underneath you.

“Whoa. Hey, you ok?” you heard from behind you. A man with his family—a wife and two young girls—had stopped walking on the sidewalk, and he eyed you with concern.

“I’m fine,” you choked out. It seemed like the right thing to say, even if you weren’t fine at all. A learned trait or instinct, you supposed. You had a voice, though, and it worked well enough, and that was a start. The man nodded, his hand on the small of his wife’s back, and ushered his family along away from you after another long glance.

You cast your eyes around, trying to make sense of what had happened, where you were. You made a full circle and noted the boats in the harbor to your right, floating gently, tethered as they were. Folks continued to walk past you on the wooden walkway and nearby was a bench. You moved to it, trusting your legs for just a few steps before sinking down and putting your head in your hands and taking several deep breaths.

“Ok,” you said to yourself, trying to get used to the sound of your own voice. “Ok. I’ve dealt with weird things before. This is just one of them. Not a big deal…Except for everything about it.”

You drew another breath in slow and let it out. It seemed to help. Forcing yourself to sit upright, you set your chin high and waited for your heart to stop hammering in your chest, resolving to gather your bearings on the situation at hand.

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