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Do you ever imagine that all your favorite characters, who have absolutely no connection to each other, just chill in your head when you’re not actively thinking about them?
For me, it’s like: Leonardo from the 2003 iteration of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Sam Winchester from Supernatural, and Obi-Wan Kenobi from the Star Wars prequels all sitting at a table sipping tea. And yes, they’re totally aware they’re in my head:
Leonardo: [staring at the mug in front of him] Is it just me, or does everything feel... jittery today?
Sam: [rubbing his temples] Oh, it’s not just you. I think she’s had, like, three cups of coffee already this morning.
Obi-Wan: [raising an eyebrow] Three cups? Amateur. During the Clone Wars, I once drank six cups in one briefing just to stay awake while Anakin explained his ‘perfect’ plan to flank a droid battalion. It wasn’t perfect. I ended up digging us out of a crater for three hours.
Leonardo: [sighing] No wonder I’ve been feeling like I should be training non-stop. The energy in here is buzzing.
Sam: [grinning slightly] Hey, at least she’s somewhat productive when caffeinated. Sometimes it’s just doomscrolling and procrastination.
Obi-Wan: [calmly setting his cup down] Perhaps we should find a way to encourage her to hydrate. Tea, perhaps?
Sam: [shrugging] We can try, but she won’t listen to me about drinking water. Dean’s been yelling at her from somewhere in the subconscious for years.
Leonardo: Maybe if we say it’ll help her focus on writing, she’ll actually consider it.
Obi-Wan: [thoughtfully] A clever suggestion. But I suspect we may be at the mercy of her next coffee run regardless.
The gang does an awkward JC Penney family photo session
I’m taking emotional damage from my own bullshit sketches.
✨ I’m back on my Destiel bullshit ✨
love being decent at writing. i just submitted what was practically destiel fanfiction to a writing festival. those judges have no idea.
things misha collins, agent of chaos, has as really done:
- repeatedly used justin bieber as a means of flirting with his co star
- renewed his wedding vows dressed in drag, holding a bouquet of organic vegetables
- paid jared padalecki over a thousand dollars in coins after losing a bet
- found out about destiel by reading fanfic
- got arrested for a suspected bank robbery (he was actually just using the light on the roof of a bank to read his book. y’know. as you do)
- “what are they going to do, fire me?”
- tricked larry king into thinking the spn cast have regular orgies on set
- “accidentally” tweeted a link to an in-depth, cockles analysis tumblr post
- produced farts that caused a fellow plane passenger to pass out twice and require medical assistance
- asked amazon if they ship destiel or wincest
I'm starting to get into the Supernatural fandom now that I'm 9 seasons in and I have to say... it sure is something. This show can sometimes piss me off but man some people in this fandom really now how to press my buttons.
I mean, how hard is it not to have horrible takes that completely simplifies and invalidates all the trauma and characterization of these characters? Also, why are people so mean? Can't we just all bond over our collective hatred of John Winchester and call it a day? Is it that hard?
Anyways, love Sam and Dean Winchester. They are THE brothers.
sam winchester (feat. dean) icon / pfp & header 🫎
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The Accident
Hi everybody!! So this is not at all good but I really wanted to write something like this
Characters-Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Sister Reader
Warnings- Swearing, angst,
You walked slowly behind your brothers as they opened the motel door, you had just come back from a guresome hunt, there was supposed to be only one wendigo but it turned out there were three so in short things didn’t go according to plan and all you had to do a lot of things in an impromptu way. The only problem was that one of the wendigo had dug it’s claws in your left leg and your right arm was coloured in red and black bruises, if one is being honest everything in your body was hurting. And this was the very reason why your elder brother Dean was pissed as hell.
As soon as you entered the room, Dean dropped his duffel bag on the ground and turned towards you. He looked at you with such anger and resentment in his eyes that if looks could kill you would not only be dead but Dean would personally drop you at the gates of heaven or hell.
“Sit”, he commanded in a gruff voice and you instantly went and sat at the edge of the bed. “Sam get the first aid so I can clean this up”.Sam immediately went to get the first aid without a word, everyone knew when Dean was angry all we have to do is back off.
“I need to clean your leg first ,sit further back on the bed so I can clean the leg”, so you shifted till you back was touching the headboard and your legs were carefully spawrled out in front of you.
Dean carefully rolled up your jeans while you pressed your lips together to stop from hissing in pain, Sam kept the first aid near Dean and sat beside you so he could hold your hand. You smiled faintly at Sam which he returned and sequezed your hand.
Dean first cleaned the cut and then he poured the alcohol on the wound, you let out a small cry of pain at which Sam gently soothed you. “Shhhh it’s okay y/n, it’s okay”
When Dean had finished his procedure, Sam got off the bed first so he could help you sit in a more comfortable position.
“Stop coddling her Sam”, Dean said in a harsh tone
“Dean she is hurt”, Sam tried to reason with your elder brother.
“I know, which brings me to a very intersesting question; what in the world were you thinking?”
The air in the room turned very still, and you nervously swallowed the harshness away in your throat. You hated when Dean got angry with you, you loved him more than anyone else in the world except Sam and you hated when you dissapointed him.
So you gathered your courage and very calmly spoke,“I know you are angry Dean but I didn’t mean to get hurt, everything happened so fast and all of us had to make the best of a bad or in this case really bad situation”
“Are you making excuses? Do you see me and Sam with such injuries?
You shook your head because you could not merely his eyes.
“That’s right we don’t have such injuries because we are smart, well trained hunters and not dumb like you, today you come to motel kipping on your leg, tomorrow me and Sam will be carrying your dead body here”
“Dean! What the hell are yo-”
“Sam, let me deal with this, you baby her too much when will she grow, when will she learn when will she start acting like a fucking mature adult?! ”
You bit your lips hard trying not let the tears which had filled your eyes drop on your cheek but unfortunately, no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t keep them inside and they spilled on your cheeks.
“Oh great, now she is crying”, Dean said while clapping his hands and mocking you in every way.
Sam was about to go to comfort her but Dean stopped him.
“Sam when will she learn? When will she start acting like a responsible adult ?
“That is the point Dean! She is barely fourteen she is not an adult!! ”
“Well she is not a kid either! She hast learn. When will she stop being a burden?! ”
And that was it for you, you ran out of the motel room and started running down the empty main road, you couldn’t believe it that the man who you had placed on the highest pedestal considered you a burden, you loved him so much and he didn’t even love you back.
“Y/N! STOP!” you heard Dean’s voice behind you but you didn’t stop.
“Y/n please, just listen” So you turned around and saw Dean a little farther away on the sidewalk, with Sam right behind him.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT?! ” you had just screamed that when suddenly out of nowhere a car came and collided again you and you only felt immense pain and then black.
Dean’s POV
My eyes widened when I saw the car hit my baby sister. None of us had seen it coming.
“Y/N !!!!” Me and Sam yelled together and ran to where our baby sister lay on the ground.
Anger boiled in me when I saw what condition she was in, for one second I thought that she was dead.
“Dean, she is breathing……. barely, Call the ambulance ” Sam said in a broken voice as he cradled my baby sister in his arm whispering words of comfort.
I quickly called the ambulance and gave them the details of the place, I checked on the driver of the car and saw that he was unconscious but had no physical injuries.
I went and knelt down next to Sam, so I could see my baby girl.
“ Sweetheart, don’t worry nothing will happen to you, I am right here okay so don’t be scared me and Sam we are not going anywhere”
“WHERE IS THE DAMM AMBULANCE!?!?!! ” I YELLED I turned my attention back to my sister, I grabbed her hands and peppered them with kisses and started mumbling “I am sorry, I am so so sorry, I love you” no then started sobbing hysterically and felt Sam’s hand rub my back up and down in comfort as we waited for the ambulance.
To be continued
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Is Jess with her? (I’m sorry don’t kill me)
Mary 😢
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i fucking love sam winchester dude.
I want to challenge the spn Fandom to try and find a gif on spn with everything below.
1. Tiktok
2. Fairy lights
3. Cosplay
4. Spaghetti
5. Dora
I can't think of anything else. Feel free to add more
Remember this?
I guess he really did
The Bad Days
Dean Winchester, who holds the weight of the world on his shoulders, who is self-sacrificial, who hides his anguish between snarky sarcastic jokes and a flirty, I-know-I'm-hot smirk, who is protective and loyal to those he loves to a fault, is not immune to bad days. In fact, Dean has them frequently, but the bad days, and I mean the really bad days, where the weight he holds and tries to shoulder alone finally comes crashing down on him, and all he can think about are the people he couldn't save, and the people he thinks he's failed all flash through his mind, and all the ways he's let down the people that matter most to him are all that he can see when he takes in his desolate reflection, are the days that he falters, and the days where he needs you the most. Those days that he pushes everyone away the most, those are the bad days I'm talking about.
Sometimes they'll start off ordinarily, or as ordinarily as a day in the life of a Winchester, or of a hunter, can. Those are the days when the angish sneaks below his feet, circling in the shadows and ensnaring him on Sam's pointed jab, or a flash of deja-vu as he catches a glimpse of a face that looks like someone he couldn't save. The days that start off mundane for Dean are the ones where the hair trigger could be anything from a misinterpreted joke, to a hunt gone sour, could send him into a spiral that would take even the strongest archangel out of commission for months at a time. Other times, the days will start with a heart-stopping jolt, with a cold sweat drenching the back of his shirt. On days when his morning starts with a anxiety-riddled, gasp as he stretches his arm across the bed, desperate to find the grounding comfort of your sleeping form beside him, he is surly and mean, and does everything in his power to isolate himself and push everyone away. Not out of a vindictive anger, but out of a deep-rooted self-loathing that makes him believe that he deserves this pain, that he deserves to be forgotten, abandoned, and hated by the people he holds dearest.
These are the days where he needs you most. Don't get me wrong, he wants you, and needs you every day, but when he's in a spiral, on the days where even basic kindness seems like something he doesn't even deserve to dream about, these are the days that he needs all of your love and concern. All of the worry that he teasingly tells you is wasted on a strong man like him, that he gets into shouting matches with Sam and Castiel over because damnit he is not an incapable child!
So on days like that, hold him a little tighter. Dote on him a little more. Tell him that you love him, and that he deserves kindness and love and he is not evil, hell he's not even bad. Remind him that for every mistake he's made, he's fixed a hundred others, and for every person he feels he's failed, he's save a thousand more.
On days when Dean Winchester feels like the world would be better off had he never been born, remind him how glad you are that he was. Remind him of how loved he is, and cuddle a little closer to him, and pretend not to notice the way your shirt grows damp when he buries his head in your shoulder and finally, finally lets himself feel, lets himself cry.