Question-everything-twice - Question Everything And Do It Again

*cries* IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL

Dean Winchester, patron saint of the weary, I know you’re not one for praying,neither am I, but please. Pray for us.

baptized in blood,

it drips from my nose

with no absolution.

what if it was easy?

Dean Winchester - patron saint of the weary

~

for my beloved Sana @sobernatural celebrating 2k

prompt: young Dean

inprnt / redbubble

AAAAAHHH this is so good!

My Pining Is Meant to Be from Afar (Male!Reader x Dean Winchester)

Requested by anonymous for  Dean, with all his issues, gets real freaked out about fake dating his future bf to catch a monster. It's only afterward that he realizes he was flustered because he actually liked the guy. Cue a make-up, actual date where he tries to be real cheesy and romantic despite his instincts to just ignore all that mess

It had taken a LOT of convincing to get Dean to participate.

Apparently, saving people and hunting things (the family business) became a lot less palatable to the Winchesters when it involved going into a gay bar to lure out an incubus that had carved out its niche among gay men.

You, having mentioned quite early on that you were gay to the Winchesters when they first came to use your expertise as a researcher, are having none of their bs, and you've practically ordered Dean to serve as your date.

Sam wasn't sure whether or not to be offended or to tease Dean and so got the chance to do neither. You weren't necessarily the clubbing type, but you knew enough of the scene to dress Dean appropriately, keeping him in his tight jeans and making him wear a leather jacket over a tight black tank top.

"So, uh... this the kind of first date, uh... your kind goes on?" Dean asks, clearly somewhat uncomfortable watching a bunch of men dancing together, some women speaking to each other and paying them no attention.

"Dean, my kind?" you raise an eyebrow. "We're not different species. And we're not all the same. I prefer something a little less loud, you know?"

Dean nods. "I, uh... don't really know what I like. I don't actually go on a lot of dates. Mostly it's just, you... you look at a girl who seems like she's alone and you flirt, and then you head back to the motel, right? Sock on the door."

"Hooking up." you say. He nods. "There's a lot of that among 'my kind' too." You smile at him. "But hey, we date too."

Dean gulps, jumping a little when a shirtless man squeezes past him, brushing a hand across his broad back. "So, uh... if this was a date, what would we do?"

You chuckle. "If this was a date, I'd probably have taken you to a cafe or diner and then on a walk. I tend to take things slow."

"That... sounds nice." Dean smiles for a moment before glancing around. "But say we were on the kind of date that'd get this incubus on us."

"Then we'd dance, Dean." you smirk. "We'd dance and I'd grind against you and you'd at some point take your shirt off, and then that incubus would ask to do a body shot off you, and then would try to charm you, and you'd take him to the Impala and Sam will handle the rest."

It happens pretty much as you say. Dean is still a little awkward but lets it all happen, marches onto the dance floor and though at first he does his little straight white boy dance he starts to loosen up and get more into gyrating and grinding.

At some point, Dean loses his shirt, throwing his jacket into the crowd.

And then the incubus comes up. It's a little odd for you, because he looks a lot like Dean and you wonder what he looks to Dean, but then Dean pretends to ditch you and leaves with the incubus. You call Sam, and lickety-split you're all headed home.

Dean seems a bit out of sorts as you all relax for a while before the brothers head out on other jobs. At one point, you and Dean go to a diner to get some burgers and shakes, and he suddenly looks at you.

"Uh... Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"This is... well... a nice little place. Quiet. Cozy."

You nod.

"And it's... well, you said, at the club..."

Dean sighs and clears his throat. "Y/N, I like you, okay? I like you a lot, in the way that means I wanna go out on dates and be close to you all the time and all that stupid sappy crap, okay?"

You smile. "So... did you ask me out here, or am I taking you on a date?"

Dean chuckles back and boldly reaches out, putting his hand in yours. "As long as I'm on a date with you."

I desperately want a scene of Harley, like blowing up a building or beating the shit out of some guy and walking away, absolute covered in blood or ash while These Boots Are Made For Walking by Nancy Sinatra plays in the background while Ivy comes in from offscreen and joins her in walking away form *scene*

Bread, a poem

Round loaf, crisp and warm

long,narrow inside like bone marrow

buttered and adorned with deli and tomato

covered in seeds and brown of rye

Braided,artisan, cottage and pretzel buns are pleasing to the eyes

i like all breads, but nothing is better than the sweet crust of pie

So I read a stunning fanfic by agendercas on ao3 called whatever happened to the young, young lovers? And I could not get trans fem Sam smoking weed and reading The Outsiders out of my head so I drew it. here’s the link to the fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37471057

It’s a one-shot fanfic set in the Stanford era of supernatural and Jess and Sam are bonding together over weed, gender and The Outsiders, one of my favorite books of all time. It’s very well written and unique and just so wonderful I can’t really explain it.

I love the flow and feeling of this painting! Cas looks so peaceful, it’s a great look on him

I never posted it here! It’s old now, but despite the fact it was done for a zine that turned out to be a scam, I still like it. I like to paint like this

Here’s a cozy tabby cat for y'all that need one right now