wayward winchesters

anonymous asked:

Oh god.. Claire tries to go straight and secretly applies to join the police (like Jody! Like Donna!) but she gets turned down because of her juvie record. Claire tries to brush it off like she didn't really want to do it anyway.. but Jody and Donna find out and pull some strings (maybe they make a quick call to Sam who whoops accidentally wipes her juvenile records with some super smart hacker shit Charlie taught him) and they get her in. Maybe she becomes a cop, maybe she doesn't.. but FAMILY!

Or, better, she gets turned down but doesn’t know about it yet, and Jody is trying to figure out how to break the news when Sam calls just to check in, and she’s like “What am I gonna do? How would you have reacted to a college rejection letter?” and then he’s all “WHOOPS! BUTTER FINGERS! DARN!” and then Jody goes back to whoever and is like, “okay, do me a favor and just run her record one more time, please? I don’t wanna break her heart unless I have to, please, just… run it again, just to be sure.” And they’re like, “OKay but it won’t– huh. She’s… great. It must have been a computer error or something.” and then instead Claire comes home to a dark house, walks in the door, turns on lights to “CONGRATS!!!!” shouted by three five six people with a banner and streams and confetti and dinner of all her favorite foods, with Jody and Sam having a silent conversation with a glance, and it’s just all HAPPY FEELS AND CONFETTI EVERYWHERE!!!!!!

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Wishlist for Wayward Sisters

Jody Mills-check

Donna Handscom

Claire Novak


Representation for all women

Robbie Thompson to write at least a few episodes

Occasional visits by Castiel, Sam and Dean

Chuck to show up in the first episode of the season to resurrect Charlie, Eileen and Rowena to teach hacking, hunting and magic

“Carry On My Wayward Son” - Digital Oil Painting

He has such a gorgeous profile, just look at those eyelashes. I combined this painting with some Photoshop effects for the glowy-shiny mirror.

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Can’t Go Back

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

This is for ma hoe @wayward-mirage​​​​ Rat Pack Challenge. I got the song ‘You’ll Never Know’-Frank Sinatra.

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x Y/n(GENDER NEUTRAL)

Warnings: Angst, argument, abandoned reader, regret, self hate. Just all angst.

Word Count: 1860

Summary: Dean finds himself back where he should be, but Y/n isn’t with him.

A/N: Ok, so some angst cos…this song just gave me a load of angst. I’m hoping it’s really angsty. I have no idea. Either way, hope u like it!!

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“No. No. NO!”

Dean frantically scratched at the floor, the doorway, anything he could get to so he could get back to you.

He turned back to Sam, eyes pouring with tears, not caring who saw him.


Sam swallowed hard, his heart pounding as the rage poured out of Dean.

“I…I did what I had to”, he stuttered, knowing Dean wasn’t going to accept this. Not with you still there.


Dean choked on his words, his vision completely blurred as he felt his heart break.

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Having “Carry On My Wayward Son” as ringtone

Pros: Carry On My Wayward Son as ringtone. 

Cons: The amount of times I don’t answer and have to pretend I was asleep whereas I was actually singing with all my heart and improvising guitar solos with neighbours watching me through the window. 

Emotional Stages of watching Supernatural finale
  • Me: *Hess dies* Yaass!
  • Me: *Dean's speech to Mary* *Wipes tears away*
  • Me: *Ketch dies* *rips off shirt and run around waving it over my head* Woooooo!
  • Me: *Rowena dies* What... no... * laughs nervously* Come on writers, we have enough dead now! This isn't Game of Thrones!
  • Me: *Crowley dies* Oh, fuck, make it stop...
  • Me: *Castiel dies* *weeps in the shower*
  • Me: *days later, rocking back and forth in a dark room singing* Carry on my Wayward son...

“You guys are here when I need you. That’s all that matters.” - Claire Novak 


Hi, everyone! I’m back and writing a few requests, but I’m about to be out of state for the next four days and will not have access to my laptop :( Sorry this took so long and I hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Paring: Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader 

Prompt: “Heeey! I have a request:) Could you do an DeanxDaughter!reader one where it’s the beginning of season 12, Dean and Mary have returned to the bunker, the reader is there but is unconscious, then when she comes around it’s just a really fluffy reunion? (Also TWD fic made me sob, like literal tears)”

Warnings: Season 12 spoilers!

It was very, very dark. 

You looked around the space you were in, seeing only black around you. You spoke out, only a simple ‘hello’, only for the word to echo around you. You closed your eyes and thought back to how you may have gotten here, and felt tears brim your eyes. 

Dean had absorbed all the souls to become a bomb to defeat Amara. You thought of your tearful goodbye with your father, and how Sam had to practically hold you back before Chuck zapped Dean away. You remembered coming back to the bunker with Sam and Castiel, a big flash of light, a British woman, a gunshot, and then falling on the floor. 

Wait, you fell on the floor? 

You opened your eyes and looked around once more, coming to the realization that maybe you were stuck in your own head. You called out again, this time yelling for Sam and Castiel, but nothing was heard besides your own echo. 

“(Y/N)?” A familiar voice asked faintly, and you turned around, not seeing anyone. The voice spoke your name once again, and you continued looking around, a few tears slipping down your face. The voice that was speaking to you was Dean’s, and you sat down in a ball and started sobbing, because you didn’t understand why your brain was playing games like this with you. You tucked your face in your knees, tears rolling freely down your face. 

Then, it was bright. 

Everything was so bright you had to squint when your eyes were opening. There was a silhouette above you that was blocking out some light, and your vision was blurry when your eyes opened all the way, but it was an unmistakable face that you thought you would never see again.

“Dad?” You asked softly, eyes opening completely and staring up at your father. He nodded, mumbling something about how he’s here and not leaving. His face was filled with concern, his brow scrunched together slightly while his eyes were filled with worry. 

You sat up from the floor quickly, ignoring the screaming pain that your body was giving you as your wrapped your arms tightly around Dean’s neck, him ignoring the awkward crouching position he was in and wrapping his arms securely around your waist. Your buried your face in his shoulder and Dean felt you start shaking, placing one of his large hands behind your head and scratching your scalp slightly. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here.” Dean said softly, gripping you tighter. 

“T-thought you were dead.” You stuttered, tears falling from your eyes and onto the fabric of Dean’s t-shirt. He didn’t have his flannel on, which you thought was strange, but ignored it as your hugged him tighter. You were incredibly relieved he was here, but something was missing. 

“Where’s Sam?” You asked quietly, sniffling and pulling away from your father. Dean placed his hands on your shoulders and looked at you softly. 

“I thought maybe you could tell me the answer, kid.” Dean spoke, giving your shoulders a squeeze. Your eyes went behind Dean to a woman you’d never seen. She was blonde, her face full of light wrinkles, and she was wearing a nightgown. 

“Who’s that?” You asked, and Dean let go of your shoulders, turning around to see Mary. 

“(Y/N),” Dean started, glancing at you, “this is Mary, my mom. Mary, this is (Y/N), my daughter.” 

“I thought your mom was dead.” You stated quietly, looking at Dean. 

“It’s a long story, sweetheart.” Dean said softly, glancing back at Mary, who was hugging herself slightly. “What happened here?” 

“I-I don’t know.” You mumbled, your gaze turning down to the floor from where yo were sitting. Dean stood up and offered you a hand, helping you stand as you spoke. “Sam, Cas, and I came back here and there was this lady. Then there was this big flash and a gun went off…” You trailed off, getting nervous. Dean wrapped his arms around your shoulders and placed a kiss on your head, looking down at you. 

“Don’t worry, kid.” Dean said kindly. “We’ll find him. Together.” 

“Together.” You repeated, giving Dean one more hug. Mary slightly smiled, looking at her oldest son and new grandkid. 

“I like her.” Mary spoke suddenly, causing you and Dean to pull apart. “I feel like she’s got spunk.”