He Took The Term DADDY To A Whole New Level And Is Just Punishing Us Now.

Jensen Ross Ackles, you know what to do. You already did it with The Winchesters.

don't give me hope.......

If this man ever decides to put this dog in a photo shoot, I will either die happy, my body will light on fire and I’ll suffer, or both. There’s no in between.

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Goose and Carole and the son they left behind

I’m a sucker for men who dress really classy with slicked back hair. Basically how men use to dress before the 70’s. Glen as Lieutenant Tom Hudner is my weakness. 😍🥰🥵🥵🥵

I kind of agree with this, but at the same time, writers write for the audience. I think one huge lesson I learned in English Class was that your writing could make sense to you, but when your readers don’t get it, then they are not going to read it. A writer writes because of their readers. I mean, yes it does make sense to write for yourself, but in the end, where are you going as a writer who creates FanFiction TO BE READ when people aren’t enjoying your fics? In the end, a true writer writes because of their reader; They keep their readers in mind and that helps create their purpose. But, yes, I understand what you are saying. Please don’t come for me. 😅

when readers on tiktok are like: i wish fic writers would stop using the word-

bestie write your own fics using the words you’d rather see then

or when they’re like: i’m sick of reading this trope for-

write fics yourself bestie give yourself the content YOU want to see

or this one: fic writers need to write something i can relate-

bestie…you know where i’m going with this right? lmao

it’s not fic writers jobs to cater to your whims, wants, and needs, i’m not trying to be rude but we do this for free. if you want something specific write it yourself!!

Lonely Nights and Sometimes a Miracle(Dean Winchester x OFC/Reader)

A/N: So It is currently almost 4 and I could not sleep. I spent almost all night watching Supernatural and then I started thinking about all my problems in life. Then the waterworks came and then this little baby came out. Also this is just an excuse to put myself in a story with Dean. I may post this again, but instead of my name, it will be a reader insert. Message me if you want that. Anyways, enjoy?

Summary: Shania is watching Supernatural and wishes so much that she could just have one chat with Dean. The things that she would tell him. Possibly even just go out and have a burger with him. He’s a fictional character though and isn’t real. One night while she is watching Supernatural again, something weird happens. (All written in Shania’s Point of View)

Warnings: Crying, Sad Thoughts, Fluff, Fluffy Dean, Crack Story

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 Another night up watching Supernatural again. I had good intentions of going to sleep at a decent hour, but that all seemed to pass when I turned on Supernatural. Ever since I started watching the show, I have not been able to have a decent sleep schedule. You know, I blame this all on the Winchesters and their perfect genes. Men aren’t supposed to look like they do! Well, at least real men anyways. It was all their fault and I was going to continue to stand by my argument until the day I die. 

The episode that I was on was just getting to a good part. This episode had to do with Claire being bit and becoming a werewolf and McDavies, from the British Men of Letters joining the Winchesters on a hunt. I wasn’t going to lie, I actually really liked McDavies. He was actually a nice guy and really had a knack for hunting. Dean really needs to be easier on him. He’s really trying to do the best that he knows how. 

The part that I was on was where McDavies had just injected Claire with the serum that was supposed to reverse the transformation. Sam and Dean waited in anticipation, while McDavies stood in the background hoping to Heaven that it would work. I sat on the comfortable sofa, staring at the tv, hoping that it would work as well. Claire didn’t deserve to be changed into a wolf. I felt really bad for her because it reminded me of the time where I had caught the Coronavirus. I didn’t want to believe it at first, like Claire. The look on her face, when she found out was everything that I was feeling at the time that I caught the disease. We were both hoping it was a bad dream, just in different times of our lives. 

The episode soon came to an end. It had to be one of the best episodes that I had watched all night. I had remembered the first time that the Winchesters had met Claire. Everything was alright between her and Sam, but her and Dean had a rough start. Now look at them! They both cared for her like a niece and my heart was eating it up! This was one of the reasons why I loved this show. It was because of the relationships that were developed and how much everyone grew to love each other. It was so perfectly written and acted out and almost got a cry out of me every time. These people made it so believable. 

After the episode, I got up and started to get ready for bed. I took my time with the my pajamas and got what I needed to have a good nights rest, or at least what was left of it. Then I sat down back on the couch. For some reason after the show, I had been feeling very sad and felt like my heart was about to burst. Memories and guilt washed over me and made me feel like I was about to cry. I rested the side of my head on the head of the sofa. Tears started making waterfalls down my eyes, ruining my mascara from today, while my heart felt like it was about to break in two. There were nights like this where I would get deep in thought and think about how I had no one to talk to. Then when I thought about it too much, I would start crying. I mean, as much as I  hated it, I also felt like it was a good thing for me. If I couldn’t find anyone to talk to then I could at least talk to myself and listen to myself. Wallowing in my tears and letting it out was definitely better then not letting it out at all. 

I looked the picture that Netflix had of Sam and Dean on the tv. For some reason that picture gave comfort to me in a somewhat weird way. On nights like these, when I let it out, I imagined myself talking to them while they listened on the screen. It was comforting, but sometimes I wish that it was real. 

Have you ever felt like you had a connection with a fictional character so much that you felt like if you could, that you would marry them? I feel that way about Dean Winchester sometimes. As weird as it may sound, I do picture that the dork will show up in  my life and ask me to marry him. If that did happen though, it might be really weird. Like how did you two meet? Um, well... you might want to sit down for this one Steve. It made me laugh sometimes, just thinking about it. 

I closed my eyes as the tears rolled down my face, pretending that someone was there listening to me. I started talking to myself again. It was just hard sometimes and like I said, it was really therapeutic for me. I continued to talk about my problems when the tv light started flickering on and off. This got my attention. I wiped away my tears and the little clumps of mascara that were left on my skin. Sitting up, I grabbed the remote and started pressing the up and down button. The tv screen stopped what it was doing, but only for a little while. After about a minute or so, it started to flicker again. This was so weird and never happened to me before. I stood up, remote in hand and was about to turn off the tv, when I heard deep voice behind me. “ I wouldn’t do that if I were you sweetheart.” I knew that voice from anywhere. It belonged to the one man that I spent hours a night watching on the big flat screen tv. It couldn’t be though. He was in tv land and wasn’t real... Could he?

I turned around and almost jumped. Sitting on my comfortable sofa was Dean Winchester in the flesh. His green eyes piercing right through my soul. “D-Dean?” I stuttered, not knowing how to take this. He gave me his famous side smirk. “In the flesh.” He said. I was speechless and didn’t know what to say. He probably noticed and shifted his gaze to the floor, while taking the time to itch his nose. He looked back up at me.”OK, I know that this is a little hard to take in. What is is the handsomely, gorgeous Dean Winchester doing in such a pretty girls house?” I just nodded my head as he said that. He patted the spot right next to him, like he wanted to me to take a seat there. “Well?” He asked, sounding like I should have taken the hint. I slowly moved towards him and sat down where he patted. This was definitely so weird. Who in their right mind would have thought that a fictional character that they were so in love with would just pop up at their house and want to talk? I must have been going crazy because it was happening to me right now. Either that, or I died and went to Heaven. A heaven that involved me talking to Dean Winchester out of all people. 

“So.” He began. “So.” I said back. I looked up at him because compared to me, he was very tall. He looked down at my very short frame, making eye contact. His eyes were the deepest shade of forest green that I had ever seen. They were even more perfect in human than on the tv screen. The tv screen did nothing to highlight his exquisite beauty. I felt like a child compared to him. Here was Dean Winchester, model like creature crafted to perfection, sitting next to me, a girl who had yet to grow into her body. 

I broke the eye contact between us and looked towards the tv, trying to make myself comfortable. The silence was thickening and the tension grew between us. Finally, what seemed like forever was broken by the first comment made by Dean. “You do know why I’m here, right?”He asked like it was obvious. I shook my head, still staring at the tv. He chuckled at my response. “I thought you wouldn’t.” He sighed, continuing what he was going to say. “ I heard you crying through the tv.” This made me stop what I was dong and turn my attention back to him. I was intrigued. “ Go on.” I said- my attention on him. He smiled at this. “Sweetheart, your cries aren’t that hard to miss. I heard you and asked Rowena to do a spell, which brought me here.” He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

I didn’t say a word and thought about what he said. My brain was on overdrive right now, just thinking about it. Could this really happen? How did it even work? “How did you hear me?” I asked, finally trying to quiet my thoughts. He smiled. at my response. Scooting a little closer, he just answered with “ I think we were meant to be.” I didn’t know what to say to that. This whole experience was making me lost for words. What else are you supposed to say when your fictional crush appears out of nowhere and tells you that he thinks that you both are meant to be? I surely didn't know what to say to that. 

“Um, Dean.” I started. “How do you know?” This made him smile even more. “I just feel it.” He simply answered. I internally blushed at his response. I possibly was fangirling inside as well, but I wasn’t going to tell him that in fear of making the conversation awkward. Not that it wasn’t awkward already, but still. I didn’t want to make it awkward. 

“So, tell me about yourself.” I blushed a little at this and ran my hands through my hair. Why would Dean Winchester ever want to know about me? “ Um.” I started.” Um, my name is Shania. I’m a Sagittarius. I like good hikes on a nice day and impeccably handsome men.” I said, attempting to flirt. This earned a laugh from him, which in turn made me loosen up a bit. “I like you.” He said, making me smile. “So Dean, tell me a little bit about yourself?” I asked, meeting my gaze with his. Now it was his turn to look at the tv and think. “Well shoot. hmm..” I rested my chin on my palm waiting for his answer. Finally after a few minutes, he came back with a response. With all the responses that he could have come up with, he chose the one that made me fall for him in the first place. Looking at me and smiling, he said” My name is Dean Winchester. I’m an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky women. And I did not kill anyone. But I know who did.” Now it was my turn to laugh. “Who did?” I asked, showing interest in the fun conversation that we were having. “I can’t tell you that sweetheart. It’s confidential.” “I think I already know.” I said knowingly. 

Silence fell between us again. Dean’s hand went up to the tip of my forehead, pushing my hair behind my ears. “So princess, why don’t you tell me why you were crying.” He said, breaking the silence. I closed my eyes and sighed. “Do I have to?” I asked, whining like a little kid. I opened my eyes to see him just nodding his head. “If you do tell me, I might just give you one of my famous Dean Winchester kisses, wanted by all women.” I just rolled my eyes and smiled. “Whatever.” I said and sighed. There was a long, pregnant pause between us before I started. 

  “I was crying because I have no one to talk to and I just have a whole lot of problems in my life” I said, shakily. I could feel the tears beginning to surface. Dean just nodded, encouraging me to go on. I told him about all of my issues that I have been having and keeping in for a while. I thought at first that he was going to be a little rude about it, but I should have known better. This was Dean Winchester who I was talking to. He had struggles of his own, but here he was trying to help me with mine. The thought of his service warmed my heart, making me fall in love with him all over again. 

After I was all done telling him about my problems, he stood up. At first, I thought that he was going to disappear and then everything would be over. The thought tore my heart a little. Why would Dean Winchester stay when he had problems of his own to take care of? What he did next though, had amazed me. he stood in front of me, grabbed my very small hands into his big ones and pulled me up towards him. He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his strong, muscular arms around my petite frame. The hug was bone crushing, but it made me feel like I was safe and everything was going to be okay.. Tears were now tumbling down my face, making the last of my mascara fall off. I’m pretty sure that I got some on his shirt too. I breathed in his scent of leather, whiskey, and a hint of apple pie to calm me down. I relaxed in his grasp as his scent did just that. 

We stood there for a while, until finally he was the one to pull away. There were tears in his eyes as he looked at me. “I’m so sorry that you are going through that sweetheart.” “It’s okay.” I said, starting to pull away. He didn’t let me though and pulled me back towards him. His large hands cupped my face as he wiped my tears away with the pad of his thumb. “It’s not” He said, resting his forehead on mine. “It’s not.” He said again, but this time in more of a whisper.

Before I knew what I was doing, my hand went up to the back of his neck and pushed him gently to me, until our lips met. The kiss was slow and chaste, involving nothing but just our lips dancing with each other. We continued to kiss as I let him him guide me to the couch. He broke the kiss as he sat down, pulling me onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he rested his hands on my hips, gently holding me in place. Our lips moved together in sync, sending tingles down my spine. This was everything I ever wanted. Dean Winchester, here with me and me kissing the daylights out of him. 

He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine, opening his eyes meeting mine. “ Wow.” He stated. I looked at his lips and nodded, biting my bottom lip while doing so. “Where did that come from?” He asked. This made me blush and hide my face in his chest. I felt rumbles go through his body as he chuckled. His hands went up to my back, rubbing up and down. I didn’t want to bring myself to meet his face. I was too embarrassed to do so. “It’s okay sweetheart. You don’t have to be shy around me.” He said, still smoothing my back out. 

I slowly pulled my face away from his chest and looked at him shyly. “I’ve always wanted to kiss you. “ I said  He smiled at my response and leaned in again. This time,  he was the one to initiate the kiss. It was the best thing to ever happen to me that night. 

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A few hours later and soon it was time for him to go back to his universe. I had learned so much about him and how much he cared for his brother. He kept telling me that he was so happy that I was nothing near compared to Becky Rosin. I just smiled and laughed. By the end, I felt like I had lived a lifetime with Dean Winchester, but alas it wasn’t meant to be in this life. 

I hugged him tightly and kissed him one more time as we stood in front of the tv. He told me to close my eyes and only to open them when he counted to ten. I did as he asked and opened my when he said ten. Slowly my heart started to break as he was no longer in front of  me. 

Sitting down on the couch, I tried to understand what happened. As I did, I felt a warm sensation flutter through my heart. Maybe we were meant to be in some weird way. Maybe we would see each other soon. Somewhere in the near distant future and have a life together. Hopefully so. 

I laid and down closed my eyes. My thoughts drifting off to my prince in a far away land. Hopefully, we would meet again soon. 

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Well, that’s that on that. Hopefully you all liked it? It’s kind of a crack story and was just floating in my head. Thanks so much for the follows and reads! Message me if you all ever need anything and remember that Dean Winchester loves you all! Love you !  -S

OK, but Harrison looks really good as a Slytherin right now. Anyone else?

Harrison Black - Harry Potter AU ⚡️

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This is a weird question, but do you think Jack sometimes turns back into a baby and has moments like these with his dad? And, on another note, do you think he has the ability to even turn back into a baby and have those moments? Asking for a friend, a really close friend.😅😂

Important baby skin-to-skin time with my version of Dean and Jack