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

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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 love this dudes content so much

instant serotonin honesty

"Feels like brains"

erection and election are spelled almost exactly the same and when u think about it they basically mean the same thing

Ya’ll, this fanfic is so wholesome and heartwarming- also a quick reminder to those who bind-TAKE IT OFF WHEN YOU NEED TO! I know it sucks but it’s better than hurting your ribs and back! Also do a few stretches and drink some water, Kay?

Hey hey if you’re looking for some quick fluff to write have a Dean x trans male reader where dean finds out the reader was wearing their binder too long and helps the reader out of it before just cuddling and helping the reader feel more comfy

Your request is finally here. I’m so sorry that this took too long to fulfill

Sitting across from Dean, he watches you slip a hand under your hoodie to adjust your binder as it has slipped up. “Have you taken a break?” He asked, getting your attention.

“Yeah, I’ve eaten and whatnot.” You shrug, going back to researching. “You know what I mean, baby.” He leans back in his seat, a frown on his face.

Stopping with the research, you bring your hands into your lap and look down to them. Your fingers begin to fiddle with the bottom of your hoodie.

Without looking up, but hearing his seat scrap against the floor, he walks to you to pick you up and out of your seat.

His hands rest on your butt as your legs are rested around his hips, your arms around his neck and your head rested on his shoulder.

Knowing the corners that Dean turns, you know he’s heading to the bathroom you and him use.

Sitting you down on the closed lid of the toilet, he starts to run the bath, adding bubbles. You smile at that, finding it cute that Dean adds bubbles and nice smelling things to this sort of stuff.

As the tub is filling up, he kneels in front of you to peel your pants off, leaving you in your underwear.

When his hands grab the bottom of your hoodie, you cover them with yours. “Sweetheart, we have to take this off, so we have a nice bath. And without your binder, it’s nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

Taking your hands off his, you let him peel the hoodie off to throw it where your pants are.

Seeing the uncomfortable look on your face, he nudges his nose against yours. “Guess what?” Dean whispers.

“What?” You say in the same way.

“You’re having surgery in a few days.”

In the bottom of his eyes, he sees a smile on your face. He feels your hands grab his to bring them to the bottom of the binder.

Getting it off, Dean quickly takes his clothes off whilst you take your underwear off.

Dean’s the first one in the bath before you get in and lean back against his chest.

After a minute of silence, you ask him a question. “Would you miss me having breasts?”

Dean looks down to watch you play with his fingers as his hands are on your thighs. “No, I won’t. As much as I was a ladies’ man, I’m now a man who is taken by someone who is more handsome than he is, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I’m glad I found you.” He presses his nose against the side of your neck.

Sitting on the bed, you watch Dean fish out a pair of sweatpants and one of his hoodies for you to wear.

Kneeling in front of you, he slips the pants on you. When he looks up to see you having an ‘awe’ look on your face, he asks what you’re thinking about.

“How you’re helping me through this and taking care of me, even though you don’t have to, 24/7.”

“Well, I’m not helping you through this and not taking care of you because I have to, I’m doing this because I want to and that I love you too much not to do this.”

Standing up to his feet, he presses a kiss to your chest before slipping on his hoodie on your body. “Now, it’s time for some Dr. Sexy, snacks and cuddles.”

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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.

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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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