I Desperately Want A Scene Of Harley, Like Blowing Up A Building Or Beating The Shit Out Of Some Guy

Whaddaya mean this isn’t how it went?

I only see 1 clown here Dean

Church 

Does anybody imagine Cas and Gabe with themselves at church and making comments during the service or mass? Or just holding them close or feeling Cas touching their shoulder? Cause I do. Unparalleled experience, really. Makes church less boring, thats for sure. Yes, Gabe was whispering to me about how he met Mary and told her she was “preggers with my daddio’s holy ghost spunk.” Cas looked done with everything right then and looked up to the cathedral ceiling. Probably praying to jack to cope. Good times.

I... I don't think the patient's weight got entered correctly. Just a hunch

Me like le slinky it go boing boing caterpillar it go long jump rainbow it go long like kitty tummy it go thwangp when I smack my dad with it

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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

Keep your priorities straight: post fic.

ao3 turns 15 today

reblog if youre older than ao3

(there's a lot of people asking about this, but the legal age to use social media is 13, except in few countries. so yes, there are people here under 15)

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."

This is super cute!

Excusing the Shit Out of the Goddamn French

Pairing: Dean Winchester x M!Reader

Word Count: 474

Warning: minor (?) language

Square Filled: Well, pardon me, young man, excuse the shit out of my goddamn French, but did you just threaten me?

A/N: this is my first time doing a card for any sort of bingo and this is for @spnquotebingo​

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