consultingcostumers:

Prepare yourself for a very long winded post, which may explain why it took a bit of time to put together.

Dean.

Dean uses a custom Colt M1911A1 .45 pistol throughout the series. The customisations include the distinct floral engraving, ivory grips, and chrome plating.
Back in the days of rock salt bullets, Dean frequently used a Baikal sawed-off shotgun.

After Jo’s traumatic death, Dean begins to use her Winchester Model 1887 shotgun.

Dean keeps this Desert Eagle in the trunk of the Impala, but is rarely seen using it. However, Bella and Sam have both been seen using different models of the Desert Eagle in seasons 3 and 6 respectively.

Sam.

Sam’s weapon of choice is a nickel Taurus PT92 with pearl grips. While being Sam’s main gun, it doesn’t feel unfamiliar in Dean’s hands either, as he has also used it throughout the series.

Sam’s rock salt filled shotgun isan Ithaca 37.

This particular gun, a Heckler & Koch MK23, was first seen in the thigh holster of Croatoan-verse Dean in “The End”. However, Sam is seen using this model for 11 consecutive episodes in season 6 until he returns to his standard Taurus PT99. 

Bobby.

Bobby’s go to gun is a Single Action Army with a 5.5” barrel and wood grips. Taking note of the missing fourth frame screw in front of the cylinder, suggests it is either a Cimarron or Uberti.

The Colt.

Ah, the infamous Colt, so important that it gets its own section. But when you have the ability to kill (almost) anything, that sort of thing is expected.
The Colt is actually a Colt Paterson 1836. What makes the Colt so special is its etched design, the pentagram carved into the wood handle, the phrase “non tiembo mala” Psalm 23:4(“I will fear no evil”) engraved on one side of the barrel, and the fact it was blessed by a high-priest. All things you should have no problem doing with your own model.

Replicas:

This is an airsoft version of Dean’s M1911A1, which you will have to disable before attending any cons. As you can see, making this as close to screen accurate as possible will take a lot of customisation. You can buy one here for $19.00.

Here we have a training gun the same model as Sam’s Taurus. Once again, getting the look right will take quite a bit of work. It can be purchased here for $38.60.

You can also buy a resin model kit for The Colt here, but it will cost you $80.00, which isn’t in most people’s budget.

What we suggest is making your own cosplay guns. This is because no matter how much you try to alter the pre-existing models, they will never be perfect, and it is the only way you can guarantee the level of accuracy you want without costing an arm and a leg. If you follow this lovely tutorial you should have no problem arming yourself up to the standard of the Winchesters.

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carryonmywincestsounds:

Just Testing a Theory by ~xrgrjhhb

Okay no, but REALLY, sometimes this gif is just HOW YOU FEEL. Also, you guys need to keep me away from this shit.

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gilraenis:

 #He’s terrified of making sudden movements, terrified that thing will open it’s mouth and eat him up, and that’s all he’s got to worry about until the thing, it says, Dean hides a lot of things inside that dumb, pretty head of his. Sam doesn’t want to know what Dean hides, he tries to say, but God, he wants to know so damn bad he’d do anything for it. The thing comes up behind him, grins cocksure and condescending, leans down to whisper into Sam’s ear, Dean wants so many things, Sammy. Wouldn’t you like to know? Sam tries to shake his head, but it grabs his hair, yanks his head back so it can lick up his jaw. Dean wants to fuck you, baby boy, it says, so calm and collected like it isn’t setting fire to Sam’s insides, isn’t disrupting a system Sam had been perfecting for so long. He thinks about it all the time, it says, He thinks about it when you bend over to grab things, lean over to turn the light off. He thinks about it when you sit in that passenger seat, it kisses the side of his head, so gently it’s degrading, You take up all of his mind. He doesn’t know what he’d do if you left him. It grabs him by the hair again, forces him forward until he has to get up from the chair. It positions his handcuffed hands above his head and leans his body across the table, ass sticking out. Sam feels fear, cold panic, creep up his throat when it strokes slowly, almost kindly down his back, fingers catching at the knobs of his spine, dragging his jacket off until it hangs uselessly around his waist. Can’t blame him, it whispers like it’s a secret, and he makes his first noise of protest. It hushes him, says, Let’s put on a show, yeah? Wanna bring Dean in? Let him see himself taking what he’s wanted for so long? It’s poetic irony, Sammy. A while later, when Sam is screaming, screaming, screaming, it says, I love you, in Dean’s voice and Sam comes harder than he ever has in his life.

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