sam knows how much it means to dean

Sam knows a code word when he hears one. Hell, he and Dean have about a hundred or so words and phrases and hand gestures that they’ve accumulated over the years to make a language all of their own. It’s not hard to figure out when something means something else entirely.

Which is how Sam finds out about Dean and Cas’ “secret” relationship. 

The first time Dean asked Cas if he wanted to “play Scrabble,” Sam didn’t really think much of it. Dean and Cas disappeared to do random shit all the time. They were, after all, best friends and pretty much attached at the hip.

But then Dean asked again a couple days later. Then Cas asked. Then Sam realized.

They would disappear into Dean’s room to “play Scrabble,” and then they would come out two hours later looking angry or exhausted or smug or any other emotion to describe that they had just fucked.

Sam elected to ignore it. He didn’t really care if Dean and Cas were secretly fucking as long as they were happy. If things got serious, they would tell him.

That is, until one day Sam walks into Dean’s room without waiting for a “come in” and finds Dean and Cas–

“What the fuck are you guys doing?”

They both look up at him with wide eyes. Dean holds a little wooden letter in his hand and responds, “What does it look like we’re doing?”

“It looks like you’re playing Scrabble.”

“Yeah. Didn’t you hear us say we were going to play Scrabble like an hour ago?” Dean puts his letter down, and Sam sees the word “bullet” written on the board.

“So…that wasn’t…a code word?”

Cas answers this time, “Why would Dean and I need a code word at home when it is only the three of us here?”

“Because you’re–you’re–never mind.” Sam slams the door behind him before they can say anything else.

Muffled through the door, he hears Dean say, “Oh my god, dude, I think Sammy thought you and I were having sex.”

An observation.

So i was rewatching 5x10 when Jo and Ellen die and we all know how much Dean was fucked up by Jo dying. But when the building exploded Dean looked very visibly heartbroken. But he was able to walk away with Sam because there was a bigger problem (Satan) that they needed to deal with right. He was still responsive. And yet with Cas dying in 12x23 there was kinda a bigger problem (Satan Baby) and he couldn’t he dropped to his knees. He wasn’t responsive. We all know how much Dean cared about Jo everyone shipped them if she didn’t die maybe they could’ve been together with the closest to happy they could get and yet Cas’ death effected him worse even if “destiel isn’t real” it just shows how much Cas means to Dean and it made me a sad. Too many feels happening at once.

You have to choose, Castiel, us or them?

Writing meta about Castiel is always interesting to me. For the past three years I’ve been talking about Castiel’s endgame and the fact that Jeremy Carver changed it. Since Cas was introduced, he has never stayed with the Winchesters for a long time. In this post from 2014, I explained what the questions regarding Cas were and that he had to make his final decisions based on something he wanted, not on something he had to do. As a complement, in this post from last year, I explained that Cas’ endgame was clearly heaven for a very long time until Carver came along and flipped the script. Cas’ journey has been pretty evident since the Carver era: In the end he’ll choose humanity. However, I think the meta I’m writing right now is necessary to explain that if Cas chooses humanity, he has to do it because he wants to, not because it’s the only choice available.

Many people are upset because Cas is going back to Heaven without even telling Dean. I, on the other hand, feel excited about what happened in episode 12x15. We already know that Castiel’s family, the angelic one, hates him. He’s not welcomed in Heaven at all, and he knows it. I suppose that must hurt. Let’s think about it for a moment. If our blood family rejects us, we can always have people in our lives that we consider family –although not by blood, but that doesn’t mean the rejection will stop hurting. What’s the point of Cas choosing Dean and the other Winchesters if they are basically the only choice he has?

I would thank Andrew Dabb forever if he found a way for Heaven to forgive Cas and welcome him once more. After everything Cas has done (no matter if he’s meant it or not), I’ve always thought that having the angels accept Castiel again as one of their own is a difficult but necessary task. Why do I say it’s necessary? I say it because when Cas makes his final decision regarding what he wants to be (angel or human), where he belongs (heaven or earth), and who his family is (the angels or the Winchesters), he needs to know that he can pick either.

Truth be told, it would be even better if Cas didn’t have to choose between heaven and earth. However, unless the narrative changes in the hands of Dabb, Castiel’s journey has been set to choose only one option. That was definitely Carver’s idea. Do you Remember Naomi’s words? “You have to choose, Castiel, us or them?” Cas’ endgame was foreshadowed back in 8x17, and I don’t think Dabb has changed his mind about what Carver wanted for Cas, or at least I don’t have proof of that in what the show is giving us. As recently as 12x14, Dean was angry with Sam because Sam’s always split in the middle. In fact, Dean asked Sam to pick a side. That’s precisely what I think Cas will have to do one day in the foreseeable future.

What I know for sure is that Castiel’s endgame won’t be in Heaven. Cas doesn’t belong there anymore, but he needs the chance to experience that for himself. If the angels accept Cas, and he’s welcomed in Heaven again, he will realize how much of an outsider he is now. He will always go back to his family, the one that means the world to him, the Winchesters (mostly Dean), but when he does it, it will be because he wants to, not because he has to. He will choose the Winchesters because he loves them, because they’re his family, not because Heaven won’t take him back. He will say goodbye to Heaven not because he’s not allowed there, not because he’s the most hated angel after Lucifer. He’ll do so because Heaven isn’t Cas’ home anymore.

And on Earth there will be someone ready to show Cas the way to find his real home:

The Arrangement (Part 9)

Originally posted by grumpycatdixon

Summary: You and Dean have an interesting morning, but Sam interrupts. Later, you and Mary have a little heart to heart, and Dean says something surprising.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings (don’t read unless you want some spoilers): mild smutiness / smutty thoughts, language, sexual tension per usual

A/N: Because the response to this fic has been so amazing, and I love you guys, here’s part nine early!! (Also I feel bad because this is MORE buildup to the gala. But I think you’ll like it) Once more, feedback is always welcome!

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I Trust Her

Word Count: 3,803

Summary: Castiel asks you to go back in time to visit some familiar faces. Will knowing who you are change everything? 

A/N: I really hope you like this one! It’s something I’ve been wanting to write for a really long time. Feedback is always appreciated, drop a message my way! And a big shout out to @thefangirllifeismine for always reading over my writing and making sure you will all love it! 

Song: Flashlight - Jessie J 

The waitress eyed the two of you warily, deciding if she should approach and interrupt the conversation with fresh coffee, or leave you be.

“Why now?” You asked quietly, fingers finding the edge of your napkin.

He sighed heavily, “There’s a lot going on in their life.”

You looked up at him, noticing that the wrinkles around his eyes weren’t there on his younger vessel. He had a stronger jaw and brighter eyes.

“Cas…” You trailed off, but you already knew that you wouldn’t say no. His big blue eyes were begging you.

“They don’t know who you are, do not worry. If anything happens, pray to me and I will take you back to this time.” He reasoned with you and you nodded.

“Alright.” You agreed and he gave you a small smile. You left the diner after dropping a twenty on the table, and walked around back.

“Are you ready?” He asked, his hand already raising.

“Do it.” You shut your eyes and felt his fingers press to your forehead. The warmth only lasted for a second until you were whisked away, insides turning.

Once you opened your eyes, all you saw was green grass for miles. God, it smelled the same. Like dew and summer’s sweat. Walking, you searched for the familiar door. It felt odd having to knock, but you did nonetheless. When a few minutes had passed, you knocked again, louder this time.

“Who are you?” A face you knew as well as your own spoke.

“A hunter.” You stated, and the gun he was holding nearly lowered. “You’re Sam Winchester, right?”

He furrowed his brows and clenched his jaw. “If you’re a hunter then you know I’ve got to test you.”

“Bring it on.” You said with a smile, and he nearly smiled himself. With his gun still half-cocked, he moved over to allow you inside the bunker.

“What’s your name?” He asked, “And how do you know about this place?”

You walked down the stairs slowly, taking in the looks of the place.

“Y/N. I’ve heard about it from someone, and I got lost in the area.” You explained, “So, I figured you would help a fellow hunter out.”

He nodded, taking in what you were saying, before pulling out a silver blade. You exhaled deeply and grabbed it, pressing the cool metal flush against your skin.

He tilted his head and began unscrewing a flask, and suddenly you were drenched.

“Overkill, much?” You spit out some water.

“Had to be sure.” He shrugged.

You followed him through the war room, the library, then finally down the steps into kitchen. When you made yourself comfortable on the stool by the island counter, he finally gave you a glass of water.

“So, what exactly are you hunting here?” He asked. “We would’ve known-”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” You cut Sam off, “It was a complete wild goose chase. Turns out, what looked like omens, were actually just nature this time.” Bullshit poured out from between your lips so well you were nearly proud of yourself.

“Sammy!” A familiar voice shouted and then you heard footsteps come nearer. When he came inside, immediately his eyes were on you.

“Who the hell is this?” He asked, senses rising.

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled, “A hunter who got herself in a bit of a mess.”

He looked at his brother, as if to make sure you weren’t lying.

“I tested her, Dean. She’s clean.” Sam motioned towards the blade and flask which lay astray on the table.

He raised his chin and crossed his arms. You hadn’t noticed that you were staring at him. He was so amazingly young. His forehead was clear of the thick scar you were so used to, and his eyes were brighter; there was so much more hope lying underneath that familiar green.

Dean turned and opened the fridge while Sam began discussing different cases with you. You told him of the ones you had been on, and listened as he told you about the latest ones they had both solved. What distracted you though, was the giant burger that Dean began to grill.

When he saw you eyeing it, he motioned to make you another one. You nodded hungrily.

Despite just having eaten with Cas, you discovered that time travel makes you extremely hungry.

“I like her.” Dean raised his brows, eliciting a laugh from you. Sam rolled his eyes and continued on with his story of the werewolf he and Dean had found by accident.

“We were actually going to check out a case today. We could use some extra hands.” Dean stated as he plated the two burgers.

“Really? I wouldn’t be imposing?” You asked, some part of you excited to finally be able to see how they hunted when they were younger.

“How good of a shot are you?”

You gave a cocky smile, proud of your skills. “Bullseye every time.”

“Then, you’re hired!” He joked and took a bite of his burger. You followed suit, nearly moaning at the taste. You’ve had practically every burger out there, but nothing beat this one.

You and Dean both lifted up the top of the bun and re-adjusted the toppings before popping a pickle from on top into your mouth, while Sam watched, completely bemused. When you and Dean both reached for the same soda bottle, he nearly choked.

“You could be twins.” Sam observed.

– – – –

“So,” Dean asked from the driver’s seat of the car. “How’d you get into this life?”

You shrugged, “Kinda just… grew up in it.”

Dean reached for the knob and lowered the music, “How old are you, anyhow?” He looked at you through the rear-view mirror, suddenly aware you couldn’t be anywhere near their age.


Dean glanced at his brother who asked, “And you’re hunting?”

“Weren’t you the same age when you started hunting?” You asked, not realizing what you had let slip.

“I mean- How did you-” Sam began to speak when you cut him off, salvaging what was left of this conversation.

“You’re famous hunters, of course you’ve been hunting since the same age as me.” You said quickly.

Sam nodded, but you could tell he knew something was off.

“Let’s go over the plan one more time.” He decided to re-explain exactly how the afternoon would go.

In response, Dean made the music louder, cutting off anything Sam was about to say.

“Really?” His younger brother stared at him.

“You told us a hundred times, Sammy!” Dean exclaimed. We go in, find the vamps, and kill ‘em.”

You chuckled into your water bottle, taking another long drag of it.

It was another two hours until Dean finally drove the Impala into the parking lot of a motel. You watched the two of them joke around while they took their things out of the trunk, and wondered why Castiel was begging you to go back in time for them. They seemed perfectly fine. Either way, what could *you* do for them?

“Y/N?” Sam asked, snapping your attention towards him. “Where’s all your stuff?”

“My duffel is back at the motel I was staying at.” You lied, “Doesn’t matter, all I need is this-” You explained and pulled a gun out of the back of your jeans. When both brothers stared at it as if it were alien, you regretted it immediately.

“Huh.” Dean stated, taking his gun out and holding it up to yours. They were identical except for a few added scratches on your own.

The customized detailing that Dean got on the chrome plating of his gun made him narrow his eyes at your weapon, which held the same exact design.

“Must’ve been the same guy detailing it.” You shrugged and shoved it back in your jeans as quickly as you could.

“Must have been.” Dean stared at you. You could practically see the gears turning in his head.

Sam walked inside and began making room arrangements with the motel manager. You followed him inside and felt Dean’s gaze burning into the back of your skull as you walked.

“Here.” Sam passed you a set of keys. “You’re in the room right across from ours.”

“Thanks.” You smiled and gripped the keys, following him and Dean down the hall.

Sam began unlocking his door, “Meet in the lobby in an hour?” He asked.

“Sounds good.” You agreed and stared up at you door number. 17C was hammered into the wood. When you finally locked the door behind yourself, you pressed your back against it and shut your eyes.

“Fuck.” You whispered, tossing your keys onto the table. You should have never come here. They were already suspicious of you, and the gun had to have been the final straw. What the hell did Castiel need you for anywhow? The brothers always had issues. What would your presence help with?

You walked into the bathroom and began running the shower water.

– – – –

“You’re telling me that’s not weird?” Sam asked, tossing his duffel bag onto the bed.

“No, it’s weird alright.” Dean was still gripping his gun, passing it between his hands. “I just…”

Sam crossed his arms, “Just what, Dean? Are you telling me you still trust her?”

“You’re the one who told me she was clean!” He shouted back. “And yeah.” He sighed. “I still… I still trust her.”

Sam tilted his head and let out an exasperated sigh, “You trust her?”

“Yeah, Sammy. I don’t know why, just a- just a gut feeling.” He placed the gun down on the table and began stripping out from his flannel.

Sam kept his eyes trained on his brother. “So what? We just go on a hunt with this girl we just met?”

“Pretty much.” Dean pulled on a fresh t-shirt.



“She knows things about us. She knew about the bunker, for one thing. Somehow she knew how old I was when we went looking for Dad- I mean! Seriously.” Sam began to question everything you had told them, “No one just stumbles upon our bunker.”

“I trust her.” Dean stated again.

– – – –

“Ready?” Dean pressed a machete into your palm.

You nodded then looked over at Sam, who had remained quiet for the entire car ride.

“Then let’s go.” Dean motioned to move forward into the house.

When you entered the house, all you saw was darkness. Sam found a light switch and flicked it on, but it only turned on one light bulb. You noticed the other three were shattered on the ground.

“What the hell?” You whispered. The three of you looked at one another. The vampires should have already sensed you and begun to attack, but it was silent.

“Are you sure this is the right house?” Dean asked Sam, who nodded.

You gripped your blade tighter. “Let’s go downstairs.”

Sam gripped the doorknob and swung open the door. You followed closely behind him.

Dean was about to go down the stairs as well when he was knocked down to the floor with a crash. As you and Sam scrambled to get back upstairs, the basement door was slammed shut and you were left banging on it.

“Fuck!” You shouted. Dean yelled out in pain and then you heard another crash.

“Let me try.” Sam got in front of you and began to throw his weight against the door, but something was blocking it.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a flashlight before shining it around the basement.

“Find something to knock this thing down.” He passed you the flashlight and you went to work. At the bottom of the stairs there was a table with a few tools and a crowbar. You grabbed it and tossed it up to Sam who tried breaking the door down with it.

“Come on, come on!” You begged. Sam glanced at you. He was trying to understand why you were so upset over a man you had just met.

“Please, Sam.” You begged, swallowing down the sob that threatened to leave your throat. “He can’t get hurt!”

He turned to you, chest heaving. Grunting and shouting could be heard on the other side, it was messing with your head. He took the flashlight from your hands and shone it in your direction so he could see you better.

“I don’t think they’re going to let us up anytime soon.” He stated the obvious. But there was nothing else to do about it.

“Please!” You banged your fist against the door one more time. Your body was shaking as you realized that it was your suggestion to go down here in the first place, and now Dean was getting hurt on the other side of this door.

“You need to calm down!” Sam shouted, trying to ground the situation as much as possible.

“How can I possibly calm down when my dad is on the other side of that door?!” You shouted, fists hitting the wood until it began to splinter.

Sam swallowed thickly, “W-What?” He managed to exhale.

“That’s my dad out there.” You steadied your breath before wiping away another stray tear. When his eyes met your green ones, his lips parted. He hadn’t paid closer attention earlier to see that he was looking into his brother’s eyes.

“Okay.” Sam seemed to reassure himself more than you, “Okay.”

He passed you the flashlight, and you were relieved by his sudden calm. He grabbed his gun from his jeans and began shooting at the door knob. It took four shots, but you finally heard something drop to the floor. Whoever was blocking the door jumped back from the sound and Sam was able to push it open.

Immediately, you were thrown into action. A vamp tackled you from the side and you raised your knee, landing a swift kick to the gut. He grabbed your throat and began tightening his grip when Sam kicked him off, allowing you to roll on top and slice his head clean off.

You caught your breath and began to look for your dad.

“Dean!” You shouted, but no response came.

“Let’s go.” Sam gripped your hand and pulled, and you ran behind him.

When you finally got outside he began to speak.

“I saw them taking him into the storm cellar before I got jumped.” He explained. You nodded and exhaled.

“Then why aren’t we moving?” You asked, looking up at your uncle.

He was staring at you, not noticing that he hadn’t replied yet.

“Sam?” You waved your hand in front of him.

“You look just like him. Why didn’t we-” Shock was taking over the rational part of his brain which would tell him to get to Dean first.

“Uncle Sam!” You shouted over his voice. “We gotta move.”

He agreed and led you to the cellar. “I’m going in. Wait out here.”

“Hell no!” You shouted, gripping the handle that opens the cellar.

“I can’t let you get hurt!”

“Two minutes ago you didn’t know who I was!”

He clenched his jaw as he realized he wouldn’t win this fight.

“Stay behind me.” He commanded.

When you finally dropped down into it, the first thing you saw was your father tied up to a chair with a vampire holding a blade to his neck.

Sam stepped back, reaching out his arm to hold you back as well.

“Winchesters.” The vampire smiled, “You must have the best blood out there.”

“Let him go.” Sam stated, machete ready to go in his other hand.

Dean’s mouth was gagged but his eyes were trained on the both of you.

You had never seen him in such a weak position and frankly, it scared the living shit out of you.

“Why would we let a Winchester get away?” He laughed and it made your stomach churn.

“Because I’m going to kill you.” You pushed out of Sam’s hold and towards the monster.

“Y/N!” Sam shouted but you were already too far gone. You slashed at the vamp but he sidestepped and landed a punch to your side.

“Son of a bitch!” You shouted.

Before you could attack him again, Sam was already on it.

“Get Dean!” He shouted and you listened, dropping down to your knees to begin untying him.

“Are you alright?” You asked, pulling the gag from out of his mouth.

“Peachy.” He muttered and began trying to wriggle his ankles out from the rope. You grabbed your blade and sliced at it until the knots gave out and the rope fell loose at his feet.

“Thanks.” He gave a half smile and stood up, only to come crashing back down and into your arms.

“Come on.” You heaved his arm over your shoulders to balance him. Sam finally killed the vamp and lugged Dean over himself instead.

When they finally got to the car, Sam took the wheel while Dean pulled himself into the passenger seat.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Dean finally spoke after a few minutes of driving.

“What?” You asked from the back seat.

“You could’ve gotten hurt.” He said and began rubbing the back of his neck.

You sighed, “Good to know some things don’t change.”  You whispered to yourself, having heard those words a hundred times before.

“Huh?” Dean asked from the front seat.

“You two should talk.” Sam said suddenly.

Sam met your eyes in the rear-view mirror and you sighed.

“How about we get some food first?” You asked, and Dean finally seemed happy about something.

Next thing you knew, you were sliding into a booth with both men seated across from you.

You watched as your dad picked up a menu, drooling over the many food options as usual.

“You did good out there.” Sam said after he ordered himself a sandwich. “You got guts.”

“I learned from the best.” You said in a way that told Sam that you learned from him.

He smiled and took a sip of his drink.

“Thanks for saving my ass back there, by the way.” Dean said while taking a bite of his food.

“I thought you were pissed about that.” You stuck your fork into your waffle.

He shook his head, “I would’ve done the same thing.”

Sam rolled his eyes, waiting for Dean to realize who you were.  

“Oh, yeah.” Dean picked up a handful of fries and shoved them into his mouth, “What were you saying back in the car?” He asked Sam, with a fry hanging out of his mouth.

Sam simply replied with, “Look at her.”

Your heart began to race. Dean turned to you with his brow raised, trying to find something – anything on your face that would explain what Sam was saying.

“Dean.” Sam pushed, “Really, look at her.”

There you sat. Staring at your father who didn’t even know who you were. You watched as his eyes traveled over your face, then stopped at your eyes.

“Hey, Dad.” Slipped your lips.

The smile that had remained on his lips from earlier, faded. Sam looked over at his brother only to see him toss his napkin into his plate and leave the restaurant.

You stared at your uncle, wide eyed. “He- he hates me.”

“No!” Sam shouted, then lowered his voice. “No, he doesn’t. He- I’m going to go check on him.”

“Uncle Sam?” You grabbed the edge of his jacket before he could walk past.


“I can call Cas. I can go, right now if that’s what he wants.” You said and his eyes softened.

“Don’t. Please, don’t.” He begged, “I’ll be right back. Don’t call Cas.”

You nodded your head and busied yourself with your drink, sipping at it absentmindedly until there was nothing left.

Back outside, Sam found Dean leaning against the Impala.

“What the hell was that?” He raised his voice at his older brother.

“You’re telling me, Y/N is my kid?” He clenched his jaw, “And a hunter?”

Sam sighed, “That strong girl sitting in there is your daughter. My niece.”

“A hunter.” Dean reiterated.

“A reason to keep going.” Sam stated simply, and Dean considered it.


“All we’re doing, all the nights we spend- we spend totally wasted or nearly dead, well something great is going to come out of it.” Sam motioned towards the diner where you were waiting. “And the way that you just walked out on her tells me she’s about to call Castiel to take her back.”

“Leaving?” Dean peeled himself off of the car, “She wouldn’t-” He started, then sprinted towards the entrance of the diner.

You bumped into him as he nearly tore the door open.

“Y/N.” He breathed out.

“I should go, really.” You pushed past him and towards the parking lot.

“No!” He exclaimed and grabbed your arm. You turned around and looked up at him. He stared at you, seeing his own eyes looking back, and pulled you into a tight hug. You pressed your head against his familiar chest and smiled.

“So, you’re okay with me?” You asked.

“What?” He pulled you off of him, “Look at you.”

Sam walked up to the both of you and gave you the familiar smile you were so used to seeing.

Dean beamed at you, “Seriously. You’re the only good thing to come out of this life. Everything about you. I saw your strength and smarts today. You’re more than just okay. You’re fucking perfect.”

You smiled up at them, loving the compliment, “You’re pretty cool when you’re young.”

He scoffed, “When I’m young?”

“You get kinda cranky.” You shrugged.

“He’s always cranky.” Sam rolled his eyes, sending you into a fit of laughter.

Dean crossed his arms and scoffed.

“I’ll go grab our leftovers.” You said and started towards the diner.

“That’s my daughter!” Dean exclaimed with a smile, then suddenly turned to Sam.

“Daughter.” He repeated, realizing what he just said.

“Yeah.” Sam nodded.

“Huh.” Dean swung the car keys around his finger, “Daughter.”

“And a damn good one.” Sam said, causing Dean to smile.

He looked at his younger brother, then pulled him into a tight hug.

“I got a daughter, Sammy!” He exclaimed, “Ha!”

Sam began to laugh, pulling away from his older brothers grip.

You watched and listened from the door, careful not to interrupt. Right there, you saw exactly why Castiel sent you here. They just needed something to look forward to, and that’s where you came in. Cas knew that knowing you would make Dean realize that he wasn’t all bad, and that Sam would eventually get the family he always wanted. Your lip quirked upwards as you looked on. 

A familiar rustling of feather sounded behind you.

“I think you’re done here.” Castiel spoke from behind you.

You exhaled and looked at the boys beaming faces. “I am.”

Suddenly, you were back in your bedroom at the bunker.

Just Me, Coffee, & My Big Mouth

Originally posted by subcas

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Characters- Sam x Reader, Mary
Summary- You can’t leave it alone, so you have to say your piece. All you can do is hope she’ll listen, and that Sam won’t be too upset.
Word Count- 1,620
Warnings- mild cursing? Also kind of calling Mary out a little on her bs about “needing space”.
A/N- This is for Hazel & Dreamer’s 1k/2k ‘Sammy Says’ Writing Challenge! My prompt was “I mean, what if there’s something…not natural?” I’m sorry it’s a little late, ladies but I hope you enjoy!

You know you shouldn’t be here, and yet you are. If Sam knew, you were sure he’d tell you to leave it be. He’d tell you that it ‘doesn’t matter’. Like hell it matters, you think. You knew it mattered to him. To Dean, too. They were your broken little family and if you could do anything to fix it, you would.

That’s why you were in Oregon. Tracking the phone hadn’t been that hard- the tricky part was setting up the meeting in the old diner to look like coincidence. You angled yourself just right, right at the bar where you knew she’d sit and waited. It wasn’t long until she showed, blonde hair curled nicely and clothes not too unlike what you were wearing. You watched her out of the corner of your eye, her eyes tripping over your own figure before she beelined toward you. You act nonchalant, pushing yourself to act natural.

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All Is Fair in Love and War

                                     *pictures and gifs are not mine*

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean

Author: @oppsiwrotemorefanfic

Summary/Request: @geek-girl-67 Oh could you do one where sam dean and the reader are in the middle of a prank war, and dean knows sam and the reader like each other, so while the reader is trying to pull a prank on sam in his room or something, dean handcuffs the reader to bed frame runs out the room urgently calls sam then shoves him in locks the door and obnoxiously yells out that they aren’t getting out until they confess their love or whatever and it all builds up to them having sex and Dom!sam coming out to play. 

Word Count: 2227

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Dom!Sam, a little fluff

*I’ve never written smut before so this was an interesting challenge. Sorry it got so long, I just got really into the story. Feedback is welcome!*

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His Smile

Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 448

Warnings: literally rot your teeth fluff 

A/N: This was a quick something I wrote up, it came from a discussion I was having last night with @bringmesomepie56….I hope you guys enjoy this :) 

A/N-2: It’s kinda told from the reader’s perspective…you can take it anyway you want…this is just how it ended up being lol 

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Nothing can truly describe what it feels like to watch Dean Winchester smile. I can get close in explaining but words don’t mean anything until you’ve actually experienced it.

His smile, the smile that reaches the edges of his eyes, the one that’s genuine, that smile I could talk about forever. It’s the purest smile you’ve ever seen, melting away any depression or doubt that crosses your mind. When he walks into the room with that beautiful smile showing, I know that today is going to be a good day. His smile brightens up my life in ways he’ll never know.

On days when I think this life we live isn’t going to get any better and I slowly pad out to the living room in nothing but my pajamas, he gives me that gorgeous smile of his and tells me how beautiful I look as he slowly sits me down into his lap. Nothing warms my heart more that being wrapped in his arms except for his smile. That simple glimpse sends a wave of comfort coursing throughout my body before I even enter his arms.

When I try to tell him how much his smile means to me, he tries to tell me that my smile does the same for him. In all honesty I’m not so sure, I could be wrong but when I smile when he’s feeling down and he gives me one of those tight smiles in return. That’s when I know he doesn’t fully understand just how much his smile and my smile have a different meaning towards each other.

When I hear him laugh from somewhere in the bunker, I can just imagine the smile on his face. It warms my whole body to know that in this moment he’s happy and carefree; being what he should always be. Usually I try to find the source of his laughter just so I can watch him smile and laugh along with his brother over a show or over something Sam had said.

Dean Winchester’s smile is simply unadulterated joy with little to no idea of the effects it has on the people around him. I’ve seen Sam smile on numerous occasions just by seeing Dean’s smile, even when there was a frown on his face beforehand. His smile reaches deep within your soul and touches the darker regions, igniting them instantly.

I promise you, there is nothing like seeing his smile. I get to see it more than others but even then, it’s rare. If only you could too, you’d then understand how unquestionably hard it was to describe with words.     

I hear him laughing now….I’m sorry but I gotta go.

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Deaf!Dean Drabble 3

Thanks to @wanderingcas for all the help with this one! *blows a kiss*

Dean’s been in a mood all week. It started when a pop-up ad showed up on Sam’s laptop for the new Star Wars trailer. Dean and Cas had talked about going to see it together. But that was five months ago. Before the accident.

Despite the fact that he said he was fine, Cas could see the way that Dean was getting more and more upset as the week went on.

First Dean forgot to text, and instead dialed with the phone to his ear before he remembered–he sent everyone in his contact list a very inappropriate word.

Later in the week, when he’d walked up behind Dean and startled him, he’d pulled a gun on Cas.

And, when Cas finally suggests they go out to eat with Eileen and Sam, Dean actually sits down in a chair and sulks.

They were all little things. But, Cas knows that they are also big things to Dean.

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anonymous asked:

you should definitely talk about size differential!kink bc absolutely same

I mean, okay anon, TWIST MY ARM why don’t you.

Let’s talk about–

That first time, when Sam’s eighteen and hitting that second-to-last growth spurt, still mostly skinny because he doesn’t eat enough but that doesn’t seem to be stopping him–he just goes up and up, and Dean’s buying him new jeans again and Sam tries them on in the grody Goodwill dressing room and comes out and Dean thinks, what the hell. Sammy’s long long legs in jeans that fit, for the most part, though his shirt’s too short and pulling when he stretches so that line of bare stomach peeks out. He comes up to Dean’s side and Dean’s conscious for the first time of looking up and there’s a moment where his stomach goes weird and hot. Oh.


Dean doesn’t like being shoved around. Has enough of that out in the field, and he’s been thrown into enough walls for a lifetime. And–it’s not that Sam shoves him around. That’s not it. But–sometimes, if it’s been a long day and they’re tired, and Sam gets that kind of intense look around the eyes, sometimes then, Dean will find himself caught up by the hips and–urged, maybe is the word for it, pushed step by step back until his shoulders are up against the motel-room wall, and even if he’s standing up straight Sammy’s standing up straighter, looming, his shoulders blocking out the lamplight, having to bend his head to look into Dean’s eyes, and that, that Dean doesn’t mind, so much.

Or–or after, sometimes, when they’re older, Dean broadens out a lot more, takes up lifting in the bunker, and he likes the look it gives him. His shoulders look good. Except–Sam’s bigger, still. Sam’s always bigger. Puts on muscle like it’s nothing and he’s still got those long, long legs, and Dean still doesn’t think of himself like a fainting damsel or anything, but it does something to him if Sam gets all worked up into a mood and yanks him in close and picks him up, being showy, using his strength like he usually doesn’t. It yanks at the pit of Dean’s stomach, lights him up like nothing else, and he pretty much goes liquid, lets Sam lay him out and do whatever he wants, then. They have good sex, fun sex, and they each have their little kinks and foibles, and he’ll maybe never be over how Sam likes his hair pulled, or how he likes to get tied up, sometimes. Sometimes, though, what Dean wants is exactly this, and he doesn’t really know how to ask for it, because how do you ask that? Sammy, he could say, I like that you–that you’re tall. That you’re bigger than me. He’d get no end of shit for that. Still. Doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy it. Doesn’t mean that, when Sam gets into a mood, he can’t go onto his back on their bed, let Sam loom over him with those shoulders, his body just… bigger, his legs longer and his hands huge as they trap Dean’s against the bed. Doesn’t mean he can’t go light-headed crazy with watching Sammy’s bigger dick slide up against his, can’t cup his bigger balls and love the way they feel, the way they weigh heavy against his own lighter skin. When Sam flips him on his stomach and he spreads out, gasping, he can love how Sam pushes up inside, big and inescapable, weight crushing Dean down into the mattress, and watch Sam’s hand twine with his, longer fingers and bigger palm, and love how Sam’s big enough that he blocks out everything else, his arms braced around Dean’s head, his long long thighs bracketing Dean’s, so that Dean’s left feeling–small. Caged, cradled, pinned. He doesn’t say a thing about it, doesn’t ask. Doesn’t have to. It’s just–a fact. Sam’s bigger than him. 

(Thing is–Sam knows it, too.)

Wooing the Winchesters

Or, how the BMoL thought they could.

Let’s look at how they try to seduce Sam and Dean. For Sam, they push the scholarly aspect of their program–they shove a couple of PhDs and some fancy screens at him in the hopes of calling to his inner nerd. For Dean, Ketch tries to relate to him and show how the BMoL allows for action without having to waste time with the brainwork.

Unfortunately, they’re appealing to surface level Sam and Dean: the people that you might think they are if you don’t actually know them. Sam is primarily an intellectual, yes, but he knows how to get his hands dirty. He also knows that the world doesn’t operate in black and white like the textbooks claim. His motto for the past two seasons has been to save as many people as possible, which means not indiscriminately killing every monster you see. Ketch mistakenly believes that Dean is a hammer–swing him the right way and he’ll knock out whatever you need him to. But he’s really not, and he hasn’t been for a long time. You can’t just aim him and shoot.

I’m wondering how much Mary has told them, and if so, if this is how she views her sons because she hasn’t really gotten to know them.

12 x 15 Coda

“I’m using that fancy shampoo you keep hidden from me.” Dean leaves in a hurry, so pleased with himself for ‘winning’ that round.

Sam stands there for a moment, trying to decide what to do. He’s too tired to argue. Definitely too tired to physically wrestle the shampoo away from Dean, though that holds promise. And they’re too dirty to have sex first and shower after.

So he just sighs and follows Dean, heading right into the bathroom with him.
Dean doesn’t say anything, just undresses and starts the shower, getting under the spray and groaning at the feel of the water. He leaves the shower curtain open for Sam.

Sam grabs the shampoo from the built-in shelves, way in the back on the top shelf, hidden away out of sight, then gets in beside Dean, pulling the curtain closed.

They spend a good deal of time just letting the water rinse their skin clean of the grime and blood and guts and dirt. It feels too good to let the water beat the soreness out of their muscles, and they silently trade the spot under the showerhead, back and forth, until they’ve rinsed themselves enough that the water in the bottom of the shower is mostly clear.

And then Sam washes Dean’s hair.

The shampoo is thick and luxurious, clean-smelling as Sam puts a large dollop in his hands and starts rubbing it through Dean’s hair.

“Fuck,” Dean moans, muscles going even more limp as he closes his eyes.

Sam only smiles as he works the shampoo into a rich lather, fingernails scraping against Dean’s scalp, scratching and massaging. Dean grunts and grabs Sam’s hips, lets his forehead press against Sam’s as Sam gets the back of his head.

“Thanks, Sammy,” he murmurs, hands rubbing up and down Sam’s sides now.
Sam gives him a quick kiss as an answer and pulls away just enough to finish the job.

When he tilts Dean’s head back into the water, he can’t help but lean down and kiss down the column of Dean’s throat.

“Always gonna take care of you, Dean,” he says, loudly enough that Dean will know how much he means it.

Can we talk about how great it was to see Sam lounging on Jody's couch?

He was clearly so comfortable there. He felt safe and at home, and he was happy to just be there with Jody and Dean, eating pizza and having some down time.

He was practically lying on that couch, he was so comfortable, resting his pizza on his tummy.

The little grins he kept sharing with the two of them were so great to see. I know the scene was short, but it means so much to me to see them like that.

We haven’t seen this side of Sam in weeks, months, and I love that we were given it, no matter how short it lasted.

This Ain't No Joke, Sweetheart - Chapter 1

SPN FanReality

~Let me tell you about my weekend with the Winchesters…~

Beka ( @impala-dreamer​ ), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Steph ( @torn-and-frayed​ )

3,379 Words

Warnings: It’s insane, but clean. Maybe some curses, I can’t remember.

A/N: This is not a joke. My weekend was pure insanity, and I thought I would write it all up and share it with you because, that’s what I do. You probably won’t believe me, but here it is. I’ve broken it up into chapters to save you all from reading almost 24,000 words at once. So… enjoy, I guess. I did…

Go To Chapter: One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~ Five ~ Six ~ Seven ~ Eight

Chapter One: Friday Evening…

Hey guys. Here’s the thing: I usually tell you stories when I get inspired by a song, or an episode, or a prompt, or whatever. But this story… as much as I still can’t believe it, this is all true. Not “inspired by true events,” no, 150% all natural, 10/10 this happened to me…true. I know you won’t believe me. Hell, some mornings I don’t even believe me, but unless I was hallucinating for forty six hours this weekend… this is legit.

Let me set the scene for you just so you can follow along. I’m Rebekah. I go by Beka, as you probably know. I live somewhere in the lower end of northern New Jersey. I can see New York from my house, which is where I grew up. I’ve got an attitude, an accent, and resting bitch face. My eyes roll freely and my eyebrow is usually raised. I’ve got a husband, two kids, two cats, and life is fairly normal. Well, OK. Some days are harder than I’d like, but that’s not what I want to tell you about. The boys and hubby were gone that weekend, out on a boys-only retreat with grandpa, leaving mommy home to relax and recharge. But, damn, that didn’t happen.

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A Little Drabble from Who We Are 12x22

After watching the finale, I had a great idea. But first, a drabble.

  • Dean Winchester x Reader
  • 1132 Words
  • Cursing, implied sex

You sit down at the large, wooden table in the library of the bunker. Sam Winchester sits to your right, fiddling with a black pocket knife his father had given him some years ago. Mary Winchester sits three chairs down from you, running her fingers through her hair constantly, staring at the black screen of her phone. Dean Winchester hobbles into the room, his left leg still very sore and very untreated, though he wasn’t going to let anybody help him. He was in full mission mode, ready to get rid of the problem.

Mary straightens in her seat, looking up at the son she hasn’t known for over thirty years, possibly wondering if she should offer him something—food, perhaps. She was always making claims she had to do the grocery shopping, just to get out and have some fresh air when the boys’ got into it. She has no clue how to control them, not like you do.

“Sit.” Dean growls, motioning for his mother to take her seat. “Y/N, found anything?” He winces as he finds the chair across from you, gritting his teeth as he tries to sit. It takes him several seconds, but he finds a comfortable spot and lets out a breath of air.

You shake your head as Mary leans back in her seat, far from relaxed. She never acts pleased around you. You, though much younger than Sam or Dean, took on the motherly role, the best friend role, the partner in crime. She envies you more than anything on this earth. “No. Dean, sweetie, can’t we take you somewhere to get that fixed?” You try to sneak in the offer, knowing full well that Dean would shoot it down.

“No.” Dean growls, causing Sam to shift uncomfortably in his own chair. He hates to see his brother in pain, probably more than you do. “No, just sit and shut up.” Dean snaps. He doesn’t mean it, this is how he copes, and you let him.

In fact, you often encourage the behavior. Keeping things bottled up, especially in Dean’s case, never brought anything but bad news.

Two minutes tick by in silence with only the sounds of Sam typing at his laptop and Dean’s liquid medicine swishing against the glass bottle every time he took a swig. The air thick, making it hard to breathe.

You stand and take the fifteen or so steps around the table, standing behind Dean and his outstretched leg. You start to ask him if he wants it elevated against the other chair, but he might take that as you becoming ‘bossy’ and retreat back to his room, where he feels most comfortable in his state.

He doesn’t watch you like he would anyone else. He simply lets you stand there, reach over, and start to work your fingers against his shoulder blades. He’s tense, but he soon relaxes the more you massage your fingers across his shoulders. Occasionally, you run your fingers through his hair. On the back, they’re short and prickly, just how you like it, but the top is always long and easy to grab, something else you always liked.

After a while, Sam must have found something to watch because his typing came to a holt and Mary is now sucked into some books she found around the library. It’s mostly quiet now, with nothing but the sound of Dean’s hard breathing to concentrate on. You notice it’s rather loud. The longer you rub his shoulders, the louder Dean breathes.

“Fuck…” Dean moans before his eyes fly open and he’s trying to shrug his shoulders away.

Mary and Sam look up, their eyes wide and Sam’s mouth is parted just enough to let a questionable sound escape. They heard it too. You want to slap Dean for ruining the moment.

“I… I…” Dean sputters.

“Should I leave?” Mary asks, unsure of how to react. “I mean…”

“Whoa, Dean. Just from a little rub?” Sam raises an eyebrow at his older brother. You feel your cheeks go red during the few seconds Dean tries to get to his feet.

“Shuddup. Just been a while, that’s all.” Dean hisses and manages to stand on his own. He holds onto the table and limps away a couple of feet. “And now I can’t.”

You are frozen until you notice a little problem of your own. You liked being the cause of his pleasure, you want more. It must have been the infected leg or swollen lip because you tease Dean Winchester on the daily and never have you actually enjoyed it like you had just then.

Dean is still hobbling off to his bedroom when you start to follow.

“I don’t think I want to know about my son’s experiences.” Mary shivers in her seat and sets her phone down. You hear the soft drop of metal against wood. “Ever.”

“Get used to it. He’s a slut.” Sam’s voice follows you down the hall, where Dean was leaning against the wall to keep from putting so much pressure against his leg.

Mary’s and Sam’s voices drown out a second later, the good thing about the bunker. You like that the rooms seem soundproof. Often you found yourself testing that theory.

“Need a little help?” You ask, watching as Dean opens his door and disappears inside.

He jumps and looks over his shoulder at you, his shoulder resting against the doorframe. That leg has to be looked at soon, but not before you make your move. You and Dean have flirted back and forth for years, never once acting on it—at least on your side. Dean tried countless times to catch you off guard, normally by showing up in your motel room, naked and under your sheets, or stripping as the two of you drove down the empty backroads, alone. He was creative, you gave him that.

Dean grumbles something like ‘go away.’

“You were a little excited back there. How long has it been?” You ask, curiously watching him from under your lashes.

He shifts his weight so he’s facing you a little better, that eyebrow arched high and his lips thin. “With a partner? Or by myself?”

“Either.” You watch as he thinks, not wanting to say the wrong thing now.

“Too long.” He answers. “With a partner. By myself ain’t cuttin’ it.” He’s watching you right back, his green eyes checking you out, like he has a million times before, only this time, you were giving in. “But my fucked up leg, see…”

“Then I will do all the work.” You say, grabbing hold of his shirt and guiding him inside, kicking the door shut behind you.

Tonight is all about Dean Winchester and making him forget about that nasty infection on his leg.

Half a noodle - the teaspoon girl pt 4

A witch turns Y/N into a teaspoon sized woman, and Sam and Dean has to make sure she doesn’t get squashed – and find a cure.

Word count: 3453

Have another part – this one is a bit longer than the others. Hopefully part five isn’t too far away (I’m sorry – I’m a slow writer).

Also, thanks for the idea, @mrswhozeewhatsis :D Not quite what you had in mind, perhaps, but…

Please let me know what you think – and remember that I’m not English. Also let me know if you want on – or off – my tag list.

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“Fuckin’ Barbie,” she muttered, but she picked up a few garments anyway. Her old clothes were so dirty she couldn’t wear them anymore – the stench was becoming unbearable.

“Turn around,” she instructed, waving her arms in Sam’s direction. He chuckled, but did as she asked. After pulling her filthy shirt over her head, she retched again and trembled violently. “Ugh, I smell like The Bog of Eternal Stench! Oh my god, what’s this? Seriously, Sam?” She’d picked up a sweater with a white and purple unicorn printed on the front.

“Sorry. As I said, limited choice. Wasn’t exactly a huge store. But the lady behind the counter was certain that ‘my daughter would be delighted’,” he replied, fighting to keep his voice straight.

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Height Troubles

Castiel x Reader

Request: Hi hi!❤ I saw your ask for more requests (I’m so sorry if they’re not open and I missed something aaaa) But I would like to request a Castiel x Reader where the reader is really shy and short, and she is being teased a lot by Sam and Dean because of her height which causes her to be really insecure, but Cas tells the reader that she’s cute and it’s just really fluffy? Thank you! PS. You’re writing is amazing oh my chuck

Warnings: Insecure!Reader, playful teasing/mocking

Word count: 1260

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

“Sam!” Dean yelled throughout the abandoned theatre, the sound of smashing glass quickly following. You started sprinting towards his voice, your hand gripping onto the machete handle tighter than earlier. Sam and Dean were both trying to sit back up after being thrown onto the ground, each of them hissing from cutting their shins on broken glass. 

“Where did he go?” You asked, looking around the room for the vampire. 

“He’s heading out back.” Dean growled, quickly running in the direction of the back door the three of you had entered from earlier. You started following behind him but both of the brothers had easily ran past you with their long legs, leaving you behind a few good metres.

By the time you did catch up Sam and Dean were jumping over a larger fence, which you assumed the vampire had also jumped over. You knew there was no way you’d be able to climb, jump over the fence and then manage to catch up. Sighing to yourself, you angrily put away your machete and turned back towards the impala.

You waited outside of Baby, sitting on the trunk and swinging your legs in boredom. It had only been ten minutes before Sam and Dean were returning, each of them covered in a fair amount of vampire blood. It was in their hair, on their clothes and splattered across their face. “What happened? Where were you?” Sam asked once he had reached you.

Dean was giving you a look and gestured to the impala, silently telling you to hop off. Sighing to yourself, you pushed yourself off of the black glossy trunk and awkwardly stood next to the younger brother, who was still waiting for your answer. “I-I knew you guys had it covered.” You mumbled, your eyes shifting downwards.

“She isn’t tall enough.” Dean snickered, a sly smile spread across his face as he unlocked Baby’s trunk and threw in all the machetes. A small smile crept onto Sam’s face but didn’t say anything, instead looked away so you didn’t see him laughing. 

Heat rose through your body, a soft pink glow flushing your cheeks. You climbed into the back of Baby and stared down at your feet when Sam and Dean joined up the front. 

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anonymous asked:

hi! in the reaction shot after Cas reiterates "i love all of you" we get Sam and Dean's realization faces, but to me it looks like Dean is mouthing something. do you think he is or his lip is just quivering?

I very much felt it was lip quiver… for me its the lip quiver of ‘oh shit, then that means….oh boy!’ in the same way that Sam’s little eyebrow raise and lean backwards is… I even giffed it and everyone knows how bad I am at that ;)

Basically these reaction shots + the consistent double clarifications all season leading up to this point (which mysteriously stopped after this, just saying) are what make me feel it is absolutely clear that the first was just for Dean and he knows it.

Weeks after Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell aired, I still keep running into posts celebrating that episode’s final scene as a show of how Sam and Dean (but mostly Dean, of course *eyeroll*) have grown as characters and how they’re finally capable of having a mature conversation and handle things like adults. How wonderful and new it is that Dean agreed to do things Sam’s way, that he didn’t even punch Sam, and how great it is that Sam confessed to his lie on his own.

But Dean almost always agrees to do things Sam’s way, even when he doesn’t like it at all. The number of times Dean’s punched Sam out of anger can literally be counted on the fingers of one hand, and it’s been years since it last happened. And – this part bothers me the most – Sam might have confessed to his lie, but the reason he lied in the first place is the opposite of mature.

It wasn’t “I didn’t tell you the truth because you’d expel Gadreel too soon and you’d die”, it wasn’t “I didn’t tell you the truth because you’d try to stop me from using the Book of the Damned to help you”, it wasn’t even “I didn’t tell you the truth because I was ashamed of it myself”, which both brothers have done in the past. It was “I didn’t tell you because I know how much you hate them”, which basically means “I lied to you because it was the easiest way to get you to do what I want without you having the chance to raise any objections”.

If Sam was so convinced that cooperation with the BMOL is so beneficial, then why didn’t he just say so the moment he made the decision? Not only does it undermine the BMOL’s trustworthiness if he felt the need to lie about it, but the fact that he lied (after just experiencing again how much it hurts to be lied to by family, and seeing that Dean took it even harder than him) seriously undermines Sam’s trustworthiness too.

Because what Sam did was he got Dean to work for the BMOL without Dean even knowing it, and then presented Dean with a fait accompli. Which put Dean in a situation where there was no reason for him to resist anymore, because a), he’s already been unknowingly doing it anyway, and b), Sam was willing to lie to make him do it, so it was highly unlikely that trying to reason with him or talk him out of it would have any effect.

It’s no wonder Dean looked so resigned in that last shot.

cas’ monologues have been getting more and more elaborate and emotional and personal. by the rate he’s going, come 12x15 he’ll be proposing to dean  

12x09:  “This sad, doomed little world, It needs you. It needs every Winchester it can get, and I will not let you die. I won’t let any of you die. And I won’t let you sacrifice yourselves. You mean too much to me. To everything.

12x12: “Knowing you has been the best part of my life and the things we’ve shared together have changed me. You’re my family. I love you. I love all of you.

see also: how at the end of cas’ speeches he’ll say something super personal, then he’s like wow shit that’s too deep and intimate. “dean, will you marry me? ….all of us? will you marry all of us? sam get the ring.”