dean challenge: OTP [sam/dean]

↳ “Be my Valentine?”

“You’re betting on Dean?”

I ALWAYS HAVE

castiel color challenge | hallowedbecastiel ↳prompt: cream puff

pet shaming, Supernatural style

It takes one year of friendship and an additional four months of dating before Jessica catches Sam asleep.

It’s not that they’ve never slept together. She sleeps best right next to him, actually, all tucked up against his side with her cheek on his chest and his breath rustling her hair; it’s just that she’s never actually seen Sam sleeping. He rises early and stays up late, and for a little while, a tiny part of her wonders if he ever sleeps at all. It would certainly explain the dark circles that seem to be a permanent fixture under his eyes, and the way he’ll sometimes get anxious right when it’s time to go to bed. She’s learned to give him time alone, then, when he needs it.

But it’s early in the morning and they’re just getting into October now, so the air’s chilly and the last thing that Jessica wants to do is get out of bed. It’s a weekend, thankfully, with no academic obligations to attend to, so she sighs softly and snuggles back down in bed, parting her lips to ask Sam how he slept, but.

But he’s… still sleeping.

Jessica holds her breath for a few seconds, afraid to disturb him and break this little spell of peacefulness, but for the moment… he’s calm. His breathing is even and soft, lips parted, face turned towards her where his head rests on the pillow. His arm still cradles her close but his fingers are loosely curled in unconsciousness, and for an endless little moment, all she can do is stare.

Sam’s beautiful, when he’s sleeping. Not that he even isn’t beautiful, but this is a very soft and quiet sort of beauty; a sunrise in the dead of winter or stargazing out where the city lights don’t reach. He’s relaxed in a way he never is while he’s awake, some half-remembered tension to his features like he’s just come home from a war. Jessica doesn’t ask too many questions- learned early on that they make Sam skittish and withdrawn- but seeing him now, it’s hard not to wonder what so hardened the boy laying beside her. 

There’s no telling how much time will pass before Sam starts to wake up, so Jessica takes the chance while it’s available to her and reaches up, slow and careful, to brush her fingertips over his face. The cut of his cheekbones, the long slope of his nose, the petal-softness of his lips. She holds her breath and takes in everything there is to him, from the smoothness of his brow to the rise and fall of his chest, and she can’t help but crack a tiny smile.

She didn’t really believe in love before Sam Winchester, but the tight feeling in her chest that tells her to hold him close and keep him safe- she thinks this must be it.

254/365

based off of this park and rec scene

*cries*

Don’t Call me Shurley

Prophet City: Part Six

A Dean x Reader / Superhero!Au

Master List 

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long. I was so super sick and Gishwhes and what not. But I really worked so fucking hard on this and I hope you guys like it. Let’s just say things get a little… steamy. Please let me know what you think. I absolutely love hearing from all of you! 

Word Count: 5,517

Warnings: - language. - smut. dirty, disgusting filth.  - always wear a condom, kiddos! 

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*gif is not mine.

“I guess I have some explaining to do.”

Dean’s words echoed through your brain, bouncing off each synapse like a pinball machine. Your back was pressed flat against the only bare part of the wall in the entire room, Dean slowly closing the space between you, a glass of whiskey still in his hand. His expression was smug, the after effects of the liquor still hanging heavily on his features. You felt your breath hitch as you watched each of his feet move in front of the other, your brain scrambling for an idea of how to get out of your current predicament.

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