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Dean Winchester being a small town rumour

DEAN WINCHESTER AT A FESTIVAL HEADCANONS

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First post, so hello spn fandom! Random post since I had the inspiration/motivation. Don't look at the grammar too much please...

Genre: fluff - established relationship

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Doesn't park in the paid parking spots (obviously). He prefers parking in the streets close by and making you walk miles just to get to the entrance. If you're handicapped, he'll either drop you at the entrance and make you wait for him or he'll just pick you up.

Makes you keep the tickets otherwise he knows he'll probably lose them.

Doesn't let you lead the way, he either has his hand on the small of your back or your fingers intertwined with his in order to keep you close by. His last wish is to lose you in the crowd of weirdos surrounding you.

During the show, he's standing behind you just like a body guard, his hands wrapped around your waist like a shield from the stares.

Would not hesitate to glare at any guys bumping into you or checking you out. If some guys dare to hit on you or check you out for too long, Dean is ready to fight.

If there's a band you really love and can't see the show he'll act annoyed, but will gladly put you on his shoulders. He'd last as long as possible, even if his shoulders hurt, knowing you were enjoying yourself.

Would 100% complain about the music if it's not classic rock. If it's alternative genres, he may be apprehensive at first, but after the show he has his few favorites songs (altought he would never admit it to you).

You have to beg to play some arcade games. He insists that it's a waste of money. So you have to pull out the big guns and charm him up. Eventually, he gives in and lets you play until you win a plushy (which you make him carry).

Complains all the time about how expensive everything is: the food, the beer, the merch, even stupid accessories. But if your eyes are set on something, he'll wait until you look somewhere else before grabbing it for you.

𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓃 𝒲𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒽ℯ𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝓍 𝒲𝒶𝒾𝓉𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓈!𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓈

𝜗𝜚˚ Dean Winchester who.. only stopped in once cause baby needed gas, After that, it became cause of you. Looking forward to seeing your smile every time he walked through that door.

𝜗𝜚˚ Dean Winchester who.. doesn’t need to walk in yet before you're already set on making his exact order. (A bacon burger, extra fries, and a cold beer.)

𝜗𝜚˚ Dean Winchester who.. who will help customers struggling to realize you’re in a lunch rush, stopping his own meal to pass out dishes and take extra orders.

𝜗𝜚˚ Dean Winchester who.. on late nights waits until you clock out to ensure you get to your car safely. Watching out for the weird guys he always catches staring.

𝜗𝜚˚ Dean Winchester who.. keeps the napkins with your cherry red lipstick, puckered into a sweet kiss mark. 💋

𝜗𝜚˚ Dean Winchester who.. loves watching you get in full listening mode when he starts explaining about baby and all its backstories. Your boss having to drag you back after your break ended minutes ago.

𝜗𝜚˚ Dean Winchester who.. always makes sure to leave a hefty tip even if he has a total of four dollars to his name. Sometimes leaving some random coupon for a nail salon he'd found along the way.

𝜗𝜚˚ Dean Winchester who.. gets snuck a piece of pie every time he comes in. Knowing no matter what he does you'll never put it on the bill.

dean winchester x gn!reader fluff

You stared at the greenish ring on the skin of your finger. The tarnished band rested in the palm of your right hand.

Something inside you felt like exploding.

Dean Winchester had never been rich. He knew how to live off snacks and adrenaline, he stole from people, he gambled... He'd hardly done an honest day's work in his life. But for an engagement ring, he didn't want that to be stolen. He managed to do some odd jobs for Bobby, he collected lost coins on the street, he even asked around for work a few times on his travels.

Because you deserved something real... Or, as real as he could give you.

Fifty dollars from a pawn shop. It wasn't a real diamond. It wasn't even real metal. The ring was costume jewelry. It left that dyed circle on your skin and was pratically rusting as the paint chipped away.

Buying that ring was perhaps the most genuine thing Dean Winchester had ever done in his life. He was terrified to propose. Even after dating for a while, he was sure you'd never want to commit the rest of your life to someone like him. He couldn't give you the apple-pie life. Hell, he wanted to. But that damn family business kept pulling him back in.

He fumbled through the proposal. His heart raced and his green eyes flickered in doubt, barely able to meet your eyes.

"You're the only thing I've ever been sure of," he admitted when he pulled the ring out. "I know it's not fancy... but will you... would you..."

When he started to almost retreat at your initial silence, he was shocked when your lips crashed into his. Relief, and a little bit of fear, swept over him. He didn't know why you'd ever love him, but he was glad when you beamed at him with a firm and unapologetic "Yes." It was pure bliss to just exist in peaceful happiness with him.

And now he was off on a hunt again. You'd stayed behind because you had a small cold. Dean, in his usual overdramatic fashion, had acted like you were on the brink of death and wanted you to stay home. Grudgingly, you agreed. As you got ready to shower, you shed your clothes and the rest of your jewelry, now staring at the ring. It really was nothing special. No big fancy diamond. No pure metals. No enormous price tag.

As you stared at it, tears welled in your eyes.

It was beautiful to you. And worth more than anything in the world. Because Dean had worked his ass off for it. He had taken time away from the supernatural, away from his insane life, away from the family business, to get this. This small, worn, cheap ring which symbolized his love. Dean Winchester was not a man who loved easily or sparingly. All the money in the world couldn't buy the sound of his laughter at your jokes. All the peace of a normal life could not offer that enamored look he would give when you smiled. It almost broke your heart a little to think that you had so much ground to make up for all that hurt you weren't there to protect him from.

The buzz of your phone pulled you out of your thoughts. Answering the call, you smiled. "Dean?"

"Hey, baby," his voice rang over the line. "I miss you."

You laughed. "Dean, you left an hour ago."

"Yeah, but I still missed you."

You rolled your eyes, looking at the green stain. The mark was not a sign of cheap jewelry, but of a fierce and eternal love. Your heart rose in your throat. "I miss you too, love."

dean winchester is a giver, especially when it comes to you.

it's no secret that dean loves to have women at his mercy, he's surely the type to enjoy rougher, more dominant sexual relationships. but as his emotional immaturity slowly stops spilling over his constant desire, dean learns, and now seeks, what it feels to give and receive love beyond simple touches and kind words.

now, dean finds more pleasure in making you feel seen and loved in bed. he loves the faces you make when he hits that sweet spot of yours, answering each one of your attempted kisses with a delicacy that makes you melt like a popsicle under the summer sun.

Soldier Boy x fem!gf!reader

The dove got shot I think but idk

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Soldier Boy who will take every chance to give a little slap to your ass, doesn’t matter where you are or who is with you. Most of the time his hand comes down harsh tho, not in a gentle way but in a way that’s just him making sure you don’t step out of line.

Soldier Boy who doesn’t just tap your cheek a little when you ask him to slap you during sex, he lets his hand crash down on your cheek that if you weren’t pinned down by his entire body weight you’d fly across the room. When tears spill from your eyes he just rolls his and ignores your „not that hard“ crys.

Soldier Boy who likes to ask you the most random shit while he’s balls deep in you and while knowing exactly you’re in no condition to answer. If you don’t answer or get it wrong he of course has to punish you, it’s not his fault tho you could’ve just used your smart little brain.

Soldier Boy who calls your all kinds of names when he fucks your pussy but when you let him use your mouth or ass he calls you his perfect little doll who could do no wrong. He’s conditioning you into craving it since this is basically the only time he’s that nice to you.

Soldier Boy who when he creampies your fingers his cum back into you, telling you how you gotta keep his fucking babys nice n warm and how he’s gonna turn you into his pretty little baby mama.

Soldier Boy who forces you to hold your breath a little longer then you can whenever you two smoke together. You feel the smoke burning in your lungs but you also don’t wanna give him any reason to get pissed so under his gaze your slowly start to get dizzy.

Soldier Boy who doesn’t believe in giving you privacy like ever, you don’t get to shut the door while showing, you don’t get to walk into another room while changing. He believes you’re his and he gets to look at what’s his whenever he wants.

Soldier Boy who has you pull your panties up with his cum still dripping out of your pussy. He likes seeing the grossed out look on your face while you look at him like it’s his fault, no your were the one who made him come so you must have wanted this.

You guys funny thing I started having a life idk what happened I’ve been so busy I’m sorryy. Ima try and be more active thoo Xx.

headcannons ٠࣪⭑ Dean Winchester x cat lover!reader (f), cat being described as female (you can use ur imagination if you have a furbaby ofc), softie!reader implied, slight age gap hinted if you squint, Dean Winchester is a cat-dad in my heart

٠࣪⭑ Your cat would become obsessed with him— like sometimes you almost think she loves him more than she loves you— she likes following him around the bunker, she’s followed him to the garage so many times that he ended up putting a bed and some toys in there for her “to keep her occupied” he claims. She totally begs whenever he has bacon “sweetheart, it was one time I swear” as she's rubbing her head on his bicep and pawing at the air whenever he takes a bite, as if you didn’t just feed her ten minutes ago. She’s constantly curled up on him whether it’s his chest, stomach, thighs, shoulders even. Purring as loud as a steam engine. Dean pretends he’s only tolerating it, but the big burly man not-so-secretly lives for the furballs' affection.

٠࣪⭑ Your cat chases the ends of Dean's (dead guy) robe in the mornings, she trails after him through the bunker, planning her attack, and strikes while he’s making a pot of coffee. He can’t help but chuckle a little. Sometimes he’ll just reach down and pick her up, give her some scratches on her head and continue what he was doing, while still holding her. You’ve seen it a couple times, it’s so adorable you have to walk away before squealing like a delighted child.

٠࣪⭑ One time you got a little cat bed and put it in the impala, right in the middle of the bench seat, and the next morning when you guys were going to get coffee he got in and saw it. Then he saw you walking to the car with your cat in your arms. “What’s this— what’s happening?” And before he could say the words those she-claws aren’t going anywhere near my baby’s seats you gave him a soft pleading look and she meowed softly for extra persuasion. Long story short, you guys were cruising with your cat snuggled comfortably in her bed between you. Dean just shook his head in defeat but couldn’t fight the smile on his face seeing you so happy and muttering things like my little family in one seat.

٠࣪⭑ Dean can’t function without his morning cup of coffee, he’s a mess of sleepy mumbles and too soft to pretend like his favorite thing in the world isn’t cuddling you. You often wake up first, giving him a little kiss before prying yourself out of his hold and slipping to the kitchen to make a pot, the soft jingle of your cat's collar bell following close behind. Since moving in the boys have unofficially deemed it your job to make coffee because “it just tastes better when you make it,” filling your kitties bowl while the coffee drips and the smell wafts through the kitchen, you both walk back to your and Dean's shared room. Dean's nose sniffs at the aroma, squinting open one eye. “Morning” the sound of your soft voice accompanied with an equally familiar smell made him smile, you pressed more gentle kisses to pull him from sleep’s clutches, your cats purrs moving from the doorway and onto the bed, hopping up to butt her head into his shoulder, plopping herself into his side. Dean just smiled, wrapping his arms around each of you and murmuring something about waking up to both his girls.

please angel? — D.W.

synopsis ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ dean begging you to let him shower with you, that’s it. that’s the plot.

warnings/tags ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ slightly pathetic!dean winchester x fem!reader, fluff, dean winchester begging on his knees (YES LAWD), lots of begging, slight mature warning?? it’s fade to black, implied smut, pissed off/traumatized sammy, reader referred to as baby/angel, slight dom!reader undertones if you squint?? interact at your own risk bae, let me know if i missed any!

word count ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 730

notes ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ inspired by this post, i had to write this as soon as i saw it guys, lowkey got carried away with this, mb guys lol hope yall enjoy!! (dividers made by @/cursed-carmine)

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Your boyfriend was currently throwing a fit.

He was pleading to be able to shower with you. Normally you wouldn’t object, but recently Sam had been complaining about how often he heard you two and you started to feel bad for traumatizing him so much.