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“On April 21, 1967, the 100 millionth GM vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville — a blue two-door Caprice. There was a big ceremony, speeches; the lieutenant governor even showed up.

“Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her. But they should have, because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car — no, the most important object — in pretty much the whole universe.”

Happy Birthday Baby! April 24th

Stood Up

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,159

Warnings: fluff, don’t date brett he’s a jerk

Prompt: The reader gets stood up on a date, but Dean swoops in just in time to save the night.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

You sat in the green backed booth, a cup of water in front of you. The waiter had been by twice already, asking if you were still waiting. You felt bad for continuing to tell him that you were, knowing that you were hogging a table that could be used for other people who had been waiting.

You were set to meet someone for a date. It was your first date, and you had met the man through a dating website. After weeks of talking, you were set to meet, tonight. He said he’d meet you at the restaurant at 6:00, and you panicked because you had arrived at 6:05, but when you got there, he wasn’t there and nobody had checked in under his name.

You sent him a message, asking if he was running late and not even three minutes later, he replied saying he was and asked you to get a table, assuring you he’d be there soon. Soon was said at 6:09pm, and it was now almost 7.

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It’s an Older Sibling Thing (Part 2): Please Come Home

Characters: Dean Winchester x Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Friend!Reader

Length: 1544+ words

TW: Descriptions of Injuries. Character death. Just sadness and angst all over (I made myself cry writing this tbh)

A/N: There was so many interest in a Part 2, and at first I wasn’t going to write one, but after my exam yesterday, I got into a flow of writing it, and I finished it! Hope you guys like it! Feedback is encouraged!

Part 1


“What the hell, Dean?!” Sam shouted. He had given his older brother the silent treatment from the moment they left the motel weeks ago. But seeing Dean, relaxing on the couch, with a beer in hand, not even fazed that he had kicked out one of their closest friend irked Sam to no end. “What did you say to her?!”

The oldest Winchester rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in defiantly. “I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”

“Why’d she leave?”

“Beats me.” Dean shrugged, taking another gulp of his drink.

“She said she understands why you kicked her out,” Sam said in a more quieter tone, changing his tactics.

“Good. At least she knows she was a selfish-” 

“Dean!” Sam exclaimed, shocked that his brother would say such things about someone who they were close friends with.

“How can you not be angry?” Dean asked. “Because of her, you were hurt, Sam! It’s my job to protect you, and she was in the way of that.”

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” 

Dean scoffed.

“She didn’t tell the demons anything. You think the demons haven’t picked up a few things from us?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean asked, his eyes narrowing in curiosity.

“They only kidnapped Y/N for her phone. They used the same tactic as we do when we’re tracking someone- all you need is a phone number.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“Yea. You fucked up, Dean. Whatever you said to her, you fucked up.”

“Sammy-”

“No. Fix this, Dean. I was my sister back.” Sam shook his head, walking away to his room. 

“Sist- What?”

The hazel-eyed man stopped, turning his slightly around to look at his brother’s confused face. “She’s always been family to us- to me at least. And you kicking her out like that doesn’t change that.” 

“Dammit,” Dean cursed under his breath, watching his younger brother walk away. “Fuck.” He closed his eyes tightly, trying to think of ways to fix his mess.

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Stitches (Dean x Reader)

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count:
Warning(s): Slight angst, mentions of injuries


    “Dean,” you murmured, pushing the old, wooden door of an abandoned workshop open slowly. “Something doesn’t feel right.”

    “Relax, Y/N. All we have to do is get in, gank one or two vamps, and get out. We’ll be fine.”

    You scoffed quietly and rolled your eyes at the sound of the voice behind you. Despite Dean’s attempt at reassuring you, the nervous feeling in your gut didn’t go away. Everything had felt wrong from the moment you had started this hunt, and you were almost certain it wasn’t just because of the sketchy diner food.

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“girls” the 1975 (dean x reader) lyric smut

warnings: this is extremely nsfw, and it includes many mature gifs that contain sexual content! contains underage (17) girl x 30 y/o dean

a/n: i’m not too happy with how this came out, but it is my first lyric post so we’ll see. 

listen to “girls” by the 1975 here

bite your face to spite your nose / seventeen and a half years old / worrying about my brother finding out / what’s the fun in doing what you’re told?

“listen,” dean said sternly, looking into her eyes. “if you want to keep doing this, you’re going to need to quiet down. if my brother finds out that me, a 30 year old, is fucking around with a seventeen year old, he’s going to beat my ass.”

“dean,” she laughed, “don’t sweat it. he won’t find out,” she assured him.

i’m not your typical stoned eighteen year old / give me a night i’ll make you

“and remember, eighteen in two weeks,” she added, smiling at dean. he shook his head and thought to himself, what the hell am i doing. she lifted her hands to cup his bearded face and leant down for a passionate kiss, and that’s when he realized he was in too deep.

i know you’re looking for salvation in the secular age / but girl i’m not your savior 

“i don’t think this can go on any longer. sam is starting to catch on, and i’m starting to feel guilty, like i’m taking advantage of you,” dean mumbled, looking at the ground. 

“but dean, its only a couple of years, and age doesn’t matter! i need you,” she cried, reaching to grasp his hands, but he pulled away from her reach.

“i’m not helping you, and just because i’m older doesn’t mean i’m your savior or something.”

one moment i was tearing off your blouse / now you’re living in my house / what happened to just messing ‘round?

dean’s frantic hands flew to her blouse, pulling it over her head and breaking the kiss. their lips quickly found each other again, and she pushed her body flush against dean’s. 

“hey, dean?” she murmured into the kiss. 

“yeah?” he asked, moving down to kiss and nip at her neck gingerly, and she tilted her head back, creating space for his lips to explore. 

“i hope you don’t mind, but i need to stay here for a few weeks. i haven’t exactly been getting along with my parents lately,” she said, running her hands through dean’s hair.

he immediately pulled away, looking at her with regret. his hands falling from her hips. “this was supposed to be casual,” he groaned, sitting down on his bed and running his hands through his hair frustratedly. “what happened to just messing around?”

i said yo, i think i better go, i can’t take you / you just sit and get stoned with thirty year olds and you think you’ve made it / well, shouldn’t you be fucking with somebody your age instead of making changes? 

“this is starting to get ridiculous. you’re 17, stop acting like you’ve done something with your life! all you do is sit around with sam and i and think you’ve made it. like you’re an adult or something,” dean hollered, pointing in her face.

“don’t yell at me!” she cried, covering her face to shield her tears from dean. this enraged him even more. before he could control himself, his chest was puffing and his fists were clenching. 

“god, i can’t take you!” he screamed, hitting a lamp with his hand and knocking it off of the night stand. “shouldn’t you be fucking with someone your age? why me? i’m sure there are plenty of little tweens who would love to get in your pants.”

i told her from the start / destined to be hard / i told her from the start / i’ll break your heart

5 months earlier

“are you sure this is what you want?”dean questioned, running his hands over her hair.

“yes,” she uttered, looking up at dean with doe eyes. 

“i’m telling you, being with me isn’t exactly a walk in the park. this is all casual, so don’t even think about falling,” he warned her, knowing that in the end she might end up with a broke heart. 

“trust me,” she whispered, leaning up from her position on his chest, “i don’t get attached easily,” she informed dean as she pressed kisses to his neck.

they’re just girls, breaking hearts / eyes bright, uptight, just girls / but she can’t be what you need if she’s seventeen / they’re just girls

“she’s not what you need, dean! for christ’s sake, she’s fucking seventeen years old! what were you thinking?” sam yelled angrily, staring at dean with a questioning glance. 

“she’s just a girl. she was nothing more.” 

tags: @jensen-gal

Dean vs. Build-A-Bear

Requested by: @sea040561 (it’s not letting me tag you im screamin)
Characters: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1354 
Warnings: none!
Synopsis/request: Dean’s a dork who goes to build-a-bear for the readers birthday present. That’s it. 

A/N: HEY IM HERE WITH THE LONG AWAITED BUILD-A-BEAR FIC! I hope it’s worth the wait! 


Dean had been through a lot during the 38 years he had walked the Earth. In fact, sometimes he had a hard time keeping track of it all. There was the occasional apocalypse, wars between heaven and hell, purgatory, even God’s psycho sister had “graced” the Winchester with her presence. But never in his life did he expect to have stood in one of the most terrifying places on God’s Earth.

A freakin’ Build-A-Bear.

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Cereal Killer

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 500 EXACTLY APPLAUD ME

Warnings: fluff, dean’s a teasing little shit

Prompt: “If you keep sticking your tongue out like that, I’m gonna have to do something about it.”

Originally posted by falling-for-the-winchesters

You rummaged through the cabinets, trying to find the cereal you were so desperately craving this morning. Dean was at the table, gobbling through his own bowl. “Whatcha lookin’ for sweetheart?” He asked around a mouthful.

“The cerea-” You spotted the box on the counter by the sink, snatching it up. “Nevermind, found it.” You went to pour it out into your bowl, only to find it empty. “You ate all the cereal?” you gasped, turning to him and shaking the empty box.

He shrugged, “You snooze you lose.”

“You meanie,” you pouted, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Okay, you are five, but whatever. If you want the rest of mine, take it.”

You scrunched up your nose, “No, ew, it’s got your germs in it.”

“And since when have my germs ever bothered you?”

You stuck your tongue out at him once more, crossing your arms over your chest. “Since you were a meanie who decided to eat my breakfast!”

“If you keep sticking your tongue out like that, I’m gonna have to do something about it,” Dean grunted, rolling his eyes after you had childishly stuck your tongue out once again. “Seriously, might as well just put it in my mouth since it obviously can’t stay in yours.”

You choked on your own saliva as your head processed what he had said. “What?” you asked, still trying to repeat his words and make sure you heard him correctly.

“What, what?” He asked, chomping down on his last bite of cereal.

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing,” he blushed, unaware that you had heard him. “Nothing, eat your stupid breakfast.” Dean quickly moved from the table to the kitchen sink, rinsing his bowl and spoon off and setting them on the towel to drip dry. You were frozen in your spot by the counter, eyes focused on him, unblinking. “Stop staring at me, it’s freakin’ me out.”

“Tell me what you said!”

“I said eat your stupid breakfast. I’ll go buy more cereal today, alright?”

You scoffed, grabbing his wrist before he could leave. “What did you say after you told me you were gonna do something about me stickin’ my tongue out?”

Dean huffed, stomping his foot impatiently. “Can we just drop it? It’s nothing important, obviously, or else I would’ve repeated myself.”

You laughed a bit, keeping a firm grasp on his wrist. “I heard what you said, dummy. I just want to hear you say it again.” Dean blushed again, looking down at his feet. “You say it again and maybe I just might do it.”

That perked him up, he tipped his head to look at you, a proud smirk on his lips. “I said: Might as well just put it in my mouth since it obviously can’t stay in yours.”

You stood on your toes, arms wrapped around Dean’s neck as you placed your lips against his. And to be fair, neither of your tongues stayed in your own mouths during that kiss.

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Talk Dirty To Me (Dean Winchester x Reader One Shot)

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warning: This is just pure smut based on the song Talk Dirty to Me by Poison.

Word Count: 1,362

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A/N: This is my first reader insert for smut… Oops?

Talk Dirty To Me

You had been dating Dean Winchester all school year, and it was finally summer. He decided to take you to a drive-in movie. Which seemed like a great idea, however your hormones were screaming when he picked you up. Being a teenage girl had its perks. Your boobs were still perky, your face wasn’t in need of crazy amounts of make-up, and you were able to sit for as long as you wanted without your back getting stiff. But it also meant when you saw your boyfriend- Dean, you wanted to go the whole nine yards. Which Dean has only let you do once, on your birthday. You sat in his dad’s old Ford pick-up as he put the car in park in the back, shielded by several bushes.

“Is this even a parking spot?” You asked.

“It is now.” He shrugged and put his arm around you. You roll your eyes and curl into his side as the sun sets. Half of the movie was over and it was dark, but the only thought running through your mind was kissing the gorgeous man next to you. He looked down at your, noticing you weren’t paying attention. It didn’t take you long to lean up and press your lips to his. His smile was one to die for, and even though you weren’t looking, you felt his lips curl against yours and his teeth bite at your lip. You put your arm around his neck and pulled him on top of you as you laid back against the bench seat of the truck. Dean had no problem following you down, adjusting his weight on top of you as he settled his waist between your legs and kept his tongue in sync with yours. Your make-out session came to an end when a knock sounded against Dean’s window. You sat up and Dean rolled the window down,

“Sir?”

“Son, could you move to a parking spot please?” he asked. Dean nodded and started the car, pulling into a spot in the back. You sat and Dean kept his head back against his seat before you got an idea. You leaned over and began palming him through his jeans.

“Y/N what’re you doing?” he asked, the tone in his voice desperate.

“Act natural.” You shrug as you unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans. “You know… my parents won’t be home when we get back. Dad’s on a work trip, mom’s on call…” You whisper into his ear before kissing it and moving down his jaw and neck, stopping at the collar of his shirt. You move to his semi-hard cock and kiss it gently, taking it in your hand.

“God, I can’t wait to get you home. It’s a pity we’re not in bed right now because all I can think of is feeling your body on mine. Our skin sticking together…” you say and Dean groans lightly as you feel him hardening in your grip. You smirk as you lean over and take his length in your mouth. You feel his hands tangle in the back of your hair and you pull yourself off him to slick up his shaft with your tongue. You bob your head back down and continue at an agonizingly slow pace. You feel the muscles in his thighs tighten the longer you torture him.

“You like that Dean?” You ask tauntingly.

“God, yes.”

You take him as far as you can without gagging yourself before using your hand to pump at the base and hollow out your cheeks. Dean gripped the steering wheel and you pull away with a pop of your lips.

“Wh-wh-wh- wait, you’re done. You can’t be done. Don’t be done.”

“Take me home Dean… the movie’s over.” You smirk. You didn’t have to tell Dean twice as he put the truck in gear and drove you home.


You and Dean made your way inside and walked down to the basement. Without him knowing, you flipped the lock on the door and followed him down to the couch and turned on the TV. He looked up at you as you walked in front of him, sitting next to him on the couch.

“Stop looking at me like that, it’s making me wet.” You purr. He raises an eyebrow with a smirk before pulling you into his lap, pressing kisses to your neck. You take in the moment, feeling his nose press against your neck and his lips leaving open mouthed kissed along your skin. You shiver as the air reaches the marks as he moves to leave another kiss. Your hands quickly finger through his hair, tugging lightly. “I want you on top of me.” You whine and fall back. He eagerly climbs over you on the couch and you both end up in the same position you were in at the drive-in. You watch as he sits up on his knees to pull his shirt from over his neck. While he’s occupied with undressing himself, you slip out of your shirt and jeans. Leaving on your undergarments. Dean falls back onto you, slipping his warm hands down your sides to your panties. He eagerly dips his fingers in the sides and pulls them down, allowing you to kick them free. His smile is large as he reached behind your back to free your breasts.

You reached forward and pulled his chest to yours, pressing your lips to his. He just laid on you, kisses becoming sloppy as he began to grind his hips into you. He was panting lightly as you moaned quietly.

“I want to hear you scream my name, Winchester.” You smirk and roll over so you’re on top of him. He stays stunned for a moment before you run your hands down his chest, reaching his erection. You pump him a few times before running the head of his cock through your slick folds. He hummed, which sounded more like a muffled groan as you sank down on him. He let out a deep breath he must have been holding as you stilled for a moment.

“Fuck Y/N.”

“Louder.” You smirk and lay so your chests were together.

“Oh, Y/N!”

You moved your hips allowing him to slip in and out of you as he pushed up to meet your aching core. “Don’t stop.” You beg. He rolls you over and grips the arm of the couch above your head. “Deeper!” you cry and wrap your legs around his waist and using your hands to push down on his ass. “Oh Dean, more! Baby more!” He grunted as his hips began snapping to match your pleading pace. He began to get off beat and you knew he was close.

“I’ll pull out.” He sighed.

“No, no, cum for me Dean!”

“Y/N…”

“Fill me up, Dean… I wanna hear you scream my name when you cum.” You grin. His eyes screw shut as he pushes further into you, harsh breathing coming from him as he finally made the ache in your core burst. Your orgasm hit you hard as you arched your back and pulled his hair. “DEAN!” you scream. He moans as you feel his release spurting inside you.

“Fuck Y/N. Fuck!” Dean yelled. You felt your walls flutter and he stilled, letting the euphoria take over. He fell onto you, spent.

“Wow.” He said, an exhausted smirk across his face.

“Hm?” you hum and smile at him as he puts his nose to yours.

“I enjoyed every second of that.”

“Yeah?”

“Hell yes. You have one hell of a dirty mouth.”

“You just do things to me, Winchester.”

“I don’t know how I do it, but I’ll try to keep it up.” He smirked and put his hand to the side of your face, kissing you sweetly. You reach up to the back of the couch and pull the blanket down over you both. He rests his face in the crook of your neck and you smile.

“Dean, I’d love a round two… and for you to spend the night. But my mom will be home soon.” You reminded him.

“Fuck.” He huffed and stood up grabbing his clothes.


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I love that Dean gets to bring Mary back around by expressing his own feelings about his experience growing up and unpacking the extremely complicated emotions he holds for his mother. I think for once, it really turns things on its head that in order to defeat whatever obstacle is in front of him, instead of pushing his feelings down, lashing out at Sam, deflecting what he feels onto those around him, and being … well, Dean about it, he gets real with himself in order to get real with Mary and touches on painful things he’d otherwise usually try to ignore. 

On the flip side, we’ve got Sam off being a goddamn hero, leading a militia of hunters against the BMoL, feeling for once like his brother knows he can handle this shit. In other words, this is unlike almost any other season finale I’ve seen of Spn in recent memory because Dean is embracing his painful past and facing it to help save Mary while Sam, for once, is allowed to do what we always knew he was capable of, guilt free, with his brother’s blessing and confidence behind him*. Finally, he’s not laid out in the street for his “protection,” he’s not being told his lack of trying or his trying too much is why he deserves to be wiped off the planet, he’s not being blamed for things out of his control. Instead, he’s getting to ACT to save, while Dean has to allow himself to FEEL to save**

IDK I just like it, hahah. 

*this is not to say I think Sam NEEDS his brother’s blessing to do jack shit, but I do know he wants it, and I appreciate that this wasn’t even an issue, there was no hesitation for once. Dean said “I’m gonna stay behind, you do you because I know you can,” and Sam did, and I know that’s an exchange Sam has longed for for 5ever.

Staged (Dean x reader) - Drabble

Summary: working on set with Jensen Ackles, who’s a cocky lil shit and you have to do a sex scene with him.

Word count: 631

 A/N: there’s a sex scene w no sex…beware????¿¿ def some teasing tho

Originally posted by rocksaroundthesuns


Jensen was beautiful, you had no problem admitting that. What you struggled with was how fucking cocky he was, because he knows how hot he is. And of course, of all episodes to be filmed, you had to do a sex scene with him. 

 You were in the back of the impala, Jensen was shirtless over you clad in jeans. You were laying in just your bra and shorts, a blanket thrown over the two of you lazily. 

“Action!” The director yelled. Really there wasn’t much dialogue. Jensen bent down to kiss you, you wrapped your arms around his torso and pulled him closer. The cologne he’s wearing filled your nostrils. You lifted a leg and wrapped it around him almost out of habit from past experiences, you felt a smirk unfold on his mouth. He broke away from the kiss to move his lips down your jaw and to your ear. 

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Hold Me Close

Hold Me Close

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 784

Warnings: Nightmare, fluff, smut.

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

You shot up from your pillow, hair clinging to your face as you glanced around the dark room. No vampires, no blood dripping from your lips. The only thing you could sense was the loud snoring of Dean as he drooled on his pillow. Letting out a deep sigh, you closed your eyes, letting the tears fall. You were tired of the nightmares, tired of the memory of things that never actually happened.

A small whimper left you as your body trembled, still coming down from the rush of your dream. You cursed as Dean stirred before opening his eyes.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Dean lifted himself from his side, propping himself on his elbow as he reached out for you. His hand gently rubbed your arm. “You’re shaking. Come here.” He sat up completely, pulling you against his chest. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m right here.”

He held your head against his chest as he softly stroked your hair. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook you head. It was no use. It’s not like you had the same dreams every night. Every single nightmare was different, but always ended the same way, with you becoming the monster.

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