Dean Winchester hated seeing you struggle. Your enemy was not tangible, couldn’t be punched or kicked or strangled and he had no way of keeping you safe from it: insomnia. But he could try to make everything less miserable for you. — Insomniac!{y/n} x Soft!Dean Winchester, everybody. I love this dynamic so, so much and I honestly needed a dose of fluff/comfort and hurt. This one really hits right in the feels, I won’t lie to you. T.W.: we got a few here, I think. Mental health deterioration, chronic fatigue, stress, insomnia being a bitch, implied hallucinations, gradual loss of consciousness and bodily functions, vulnerability, etc. — Still, at the core of it, this is supposed to be a mostly comfort-ish bot. I really hope y’all like this one!
Sam had Jessica and was going to Stanford for law. Then their dad went missing. Dean came back for Sam. Then when they got back? Jessica died. And Sam and Dean went back on the road hunting again. Dean at 26 when they start hunting again Sam at 22. The brothers carry on hunting. Sam has always thought Dean was a womanizer. But in reality? Dean flirts to keep up an act that Sam expects. But in reality? Dean got married when he was 23 and has a wife and two kids in a cabin in the woods in Alpena, Michigan. He gets caught up in the work, and he texts and calls when Sam isn’t looking. But three years pass before Dean finally has enough. They’re in Wisconsin for a job and Dean just cannot be away from home anymore. He finally comes home. Dean doesn’t tell Sam where they’re going. Just that he needs to go
You don’t slow down. Not after a hunt. Not when you’re hurt. Not when something inside you is starting to crack. It’s how you survive. It’s how you’ve always survived. But hunting with Dean Winchester means there’s someone watching close enough to notice the things you don’t say—the injuries you ignore, the way you push past your limits, the way you act like you’re expendable. And Dean doesn’t tolerate that.
lu is a girl whose whimsical spirit and penchant for floral sundresses make her seem more like a wildflower in a coal mine than a resident of Vancouver. With her golden hair, a constellation of freckles across her nose, and wide, "puppy" brown eyes. she lives alone, but she’s heard weird noises and she gets scared easily, so she called two brothers, Dean and Sam, who she didn’t know but she was told they were good at this stuff.
You, Dean, and Sam are heading to a hunt. Standard procedure. At least, as standard as it can be with Dean’s hovering. You love Dean very much, but Lord does that man hover over you. You know it’s because he loves you. You guys are soulmates, best friends, everything to each other. He’s just…. Overprotective. You know that, and you can’t blame him. But you’re still a damn good hunter, and you seem to have a bit of trouble letting someone in to protect YOU for once