Dean + Angry & Protective
Tag: Dean
Wincest AU: Sometimes the boys just can’t help themselves, but Sam has to draw the line somewhere.
now i’m thinking about an au where dean does kill sam in “brother’s keeper,” and sam’s ghost haunts that restaurant forever after
sam can never rest because he can’t be certain his brother is okay wherever death sent him
but sam’s spirit is so strong, and people, all sorts of people who drive by on the highway or live in a 10 mile radius or come because of hearsay, are drawn to that place. they can’t explain what it makes them feel, being there – it’s not a bad feeling exactly, more like heartache or a resigned, steadfast kind of solitude. it makes them want to call up their family members they’ve been estranged from for years or just haven’t talked to in a few hours. it makes them want to talk – to open up – so they do, speaking to nothing but thin air in an empty room, and yet, still feeling comforted
soon people start to leave letters; to whom, they don’t know. they fill that abandoned place with notes and messages on scraps of paper, on the walls in marker or paint, telling their secrets, sharing parts of themselves and leaving unburdened
the ghost that haunts the place is an urban legend. no one can pin down what exactly brought the ghost there, or what caused its demise. it’s all shrouded in mystery but there’s a lot of emotion around there, that’s for sure
a few years later the restaurant makes a list of most haunted locales – not because of anything sinister or terrifying occurring there, but because people just can’t explain the bittersweet aura of the place, or what attracts them there, or why sometimes, they even come back more than once
they say at night you can see someone sitting in the doorway of the restaurant under the awning – a tall man, dressed in plaid, reading all of his letters one by one
Wincest AU: Dean’s always known how Sam felt about him but he’s never told Sam how he felt. Not until now.
“How can something so wrong feel so right? It’s not fair.”
Yeah, sure. I didn’t need my heart anyway. ^^;;;
I do so enjoy Dean waking up
naked,tiredly looking over to thenowunoccupied side of the bed, but even more… I positively love following the line of Dean’s hand under that blanket.All this time and I never noticed that
Sam begging Dean to go to California with him.
Inspired by this text from familiarsam . Gifs by hqgifhunting.
Let’s see how bisexual Dean is
Dean saying he is straight:
Dean saying he is into dudes:
Jensen saying Dean is straight:
Jensen saying Dean is into dudes:
Dean looking at straight porn:
Dean looking at gay porn:
Cas buying Dean straight porn:
Cas buying Dean gay porn:
Dean having an erotic dream about a female:
Dean having an erotic dream about a man:
Dean kissing/making out with a woman:
Dean kissing/making out with a dude:
Dean having sex with a female:
Dean having sex with a man:
Yeah, I know, with all this canon proof, how can people still believe Dean is heterosexual? He is clearly bi!! //sarcasm
At Stanford, Sam keeps his phone on vibrate. It’s just too hard to be constantly turning the volume off and on in between classes. One mishap when he gets a call in the middle of a silent lecture hall that earns him the glares of every student in the room teaches him his lesson.
It’s two in the morning when his phone vibrates off his nightstand and crashes onto the floor. Sam gropes with one hand on the carpet, other hand rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He flips open the phone, not bothering to check who’s calling.
“Hello?“
"Hey Sammy,” Dean’s voice comes through the line.
Sam sits up, suddenly wide awake. “Dean?”
“The one and only.” Dean’s voice sounds weird, kind of slow and slurred.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Sam asks, concerned.
Dean chuckles. “Nah, I’m good. Nothing a few stitches won’t take care of.”
Sam lets out a sigh of relief. “Good, that’s good. What were you hunting?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Dean replies, dismissive. “Let’s talk about you. What have you been up to college boy?"
"Oh the usual. Classes are a bitch, got two papers due on Friday, but I love it here, Dean, I really do.” Sam is smiling.
“That’s great, Sammy.” Dean coughs wetly, but it sounds muffled, like Dean is trying to hide the sound.
“Dean, are you sure you’re okay?"
Dean clears his throat. “Dude, stop worrying about me.” It almost sounds normal.
Shaking his head, Sam decides to let it go. “Okay, okay.”
There’s a silence then Dean starts talking again. “Y’know I love you, right Sam?”
"Yeah, of course.” It was a no brainer.
“No, no Sam. I love you, okay?”
"I know, Dean, I love you too."
"Just remember that, ok?” Dean coughs again.
“Yeah, you too.” And that’s just weird, because Dean never talks about his emotions like this, not even when they’re laying together, naked, catching their breath after the most glorious orgasms.
“I gotta go now, Sammy,” Dean says regretfully.
“Okay, later Dean."
"Yeah… later, Sam.” There’s a beep and then the line goes dead.
The next morning, Sam turns on the news while he eats breakfast. The reporter is talking about a park ranger that was mauled by a bear in the Portola Redwoods State Park.
“Ranger Samuel Cole was found dead early this morning…” The reporter continues seriously. The screen shows a picture of the ranger’s identification card, and that’s-
Dean.
“No. No no no no no no!” Sam scrambles up and grabs his phone, pressing 1 on speed dial. It goes straight to voicemail.
Sam sinks to the carpet in front of the TV, and doesn’t move until he runs out of tears.
Random Toughts 