anonymous asked:

Just passing on the sentiment from the writers and Jensen

No , you’re not . You’re making people feel bad for liking something. Also, Jensen would not encourage hate nor is he homophobic . Don’t be that ‘fan’ that shits on other peoples ships just because you don’t like it . We know , we’re not fucking stupid . Leave us be.

Originally posted by destielwiinchester

A Different Blend-Part 3

This is an A/B/O AU

You are an Omega in your last semester of law school, juggling classes and your job at a coffee shop.  You find yourself incredibly drawn to one of your customers, an Alpha named Sam.  When you walk into your first class of the semester, guess who is your new professor?

Characters: Alpha! Lawyer Sam Winchester, Beta! Dean Winchester, Omega! Student/Barista Reader

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

For the next two weeks, you and Sam existed in a sort of uneasy truce.  Ever since that disastrous meeting in his office you ran from class as soon as the bell rang.

He continued to come to the coffee shop every morning, much to your irritation.  He flirted with you shamelessly and tried to provoke a reaction as much as possible.

“I don’t understand why he doesn’t just ask you out already.  He clearly wants you.  I can smell his lust from across the room and I’m not even an Omega.” Meg commented after Sam left one morning.

“I….I don’t know, Meg.” You stammered.  Meg wasn’t in law school.  She had no idea Sam was your professor, and you aimed to keep it that way.

“You busy Saturday night?” Meg asked in between customers.

“No, why?”

“You clearly need a night out.  Let’s go dancing.  Not at one of the dumpy college bars around here either.” She suggested.

That actually sounded great.  Between work and school, it had been ages since you had done something just for fun. “I’m in!” You said with a grin.

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Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean

Words: 639

Warnings: pure fluffy fluff

A/N: this one of my submissions for SPN Fluff Appreciation Day 2017! I kinda loved writing this <3 Hope you guys like it!


After finishing a hunt, Sam and Dean arrived at the bunker way past midnight. They’ve left you behind this time because you were with the flu. Fever, bloggers, headaches, the full combo. Sam had insisted on taking you with them, not wanting to leave you on your own.

“Sam it’s just the flu,” you said with a cough. “I’m going to be okay, both of you go and help who right now, need you more than I do.”

Reluctantly, Sam accepted, but he still called or texted you to check how you were.

In the end, they were away for three days only, but it was still weird to be apart from you. The last time he felt like this about someone was when he was with Jess, and even then he wasn’t fully honest about him. But with you, that was different, because you knew about his past, about everything he’d done, about his present and his wishes about the future, and you still accepted him and loved him.

They both entered the bunker’s library with their bags in hand.

“Night, Sammy,” said Dean, yawning and leaving straight to his room.

“Good night,” answered Sam.

Leaving his duffel on one of the tables, He went to the kitchen to get a small bottle of water to take to his room.

He grabbed his bag again and went straight to the room 21. Opening the door carefully he got in, leaving his bag on his desk. The lamp from the bedside table was on, illuminating you. He smiled at the sight. Thanks to the blanket that was covering your body from the waist down, he could see you were sleeping in one of his t-shirts. You were peacefully sleeping, your mouth slightly open, your braided hair resting on the pillow. Sam still believed you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever met. He chuckled a little when he saw you had your phone, a pack of tissues and a small bottle spray of naphazoline on the bedside table.

He hung his jacket on the chair by the desk, he took off his shirt, t-shirt, jeans, and socks, throwing them by the door. He walked and slowing he laid on his side of the bed, next to you. He put an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You turned around in his arms and smiled against his chest.

“Hi,” you mumbled.

“Hi, gorgeous,” he said.

“How are you?” you asked.

“I’m fine, how’s the flu?”

“My nose is still stuffed, but the rest is okay,” you sighed.

“How was the hunt?” you asked lifting your gaze to look into his hazel eyes.

“It was easy, just a salt and burn.”

“Good,” you whispered.

“Why ‘good’?”

“‘Cause I don’t like to see you all beaten up. I like my Sammy in one piece,” you smiled at him.

He chuckled. “Well, I like my Y/N/N full of energy, but now she’s sick.”

“I hate being sick,” you pouted.

“You’ll feel better in a couple days,” he said, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“You didn’t think the same before leaving,” you teased.

“Maybe, but now I’m here to take care of you,” he pecked your lips.

“My personal doctor,” you joked, closing your eyes, your eyelids feeling heavy.

He chuckled when he noticed that, he had to admit that as much as he wanted to keep talking, he was tired, too.

“We’ll keep talking in the morning, baby,” he stated.

“M’kay… I love you,” you whispered, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, “sweet dreams.”

He kissed the top of your head.

“Love you too,” he smiled, closing his eyes, feeling complete for the first time in a long time.

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