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— @whoopsitswincest (OP tags too good to lose)
Okay hear me out
THIS dean -
- with THIS Sam
Sam discovers he is pregnant after a month or so at Stanford. He feels he can’t tell Dean because if you walk out that door don’t come back (yes, that was John, but the whole vibe). Dean doesn’t realize at first why Sam has a kid around when he goes to get him at the start of the series.
YOOOOO NOOOO SHUT THE FUCK UP. It takes Dean an EMBARRASSINGLY long amount of time to be like, “Whoa, wait… this little boy looks A LOT like ME.”
S1 Dean meeting later seasons Sam through time travel hijinks and being horrified but how meek and passive he is.
S1 Dean not understanding how his beautiful, snarky brother could have turned into this cowering man who’s too scared to even look Dean in the eye. This Sam dosent make snide comments or playfully sassy remarks. This Sam dosent play footsie or pranks on Dean. This Sam dosent roll his eyes at Dean’s dumb jokes or laugh or make his signature bitch face. This Sam doesn’t smile or rant about whatever true crime article or book he’s reading.
This Sam flinches and watches everyone (including Dean) carefully out the corner of his eye and barely eats or sleeps and keeps his head down, his way too long bangs falling over his eyes.
And older Sam dosent understand why this Dean is being so nice to him. Patting his arm and letting him have his last fry and ruffling his hair and saying “good job” and “nice one” when he cuts a vampires head clean off or makes a break in their current case.
Just hmmmmmmmm younger Dean and older Sam yumyumyum
inspired by @bitchface24-7 's post,
as I'm a "the boys" fan, I love Jensen's look in the show and now I've been introduced to supernatural I can't stop thinking about older man!dean and late teen!/young adult! sammy together
also dean having that hot american soldier boy voice cause I looove it
they go together so well mmmmmm
I just know he'd fuck sam so good
• last year of highschool sam who meets dean at a motel some friday nights where dean is just a romantic and then it devolves into hot, dirty sex
• OH OH sam egging him on - “you really fuck like an old man.” and dean fucking that brattiness out of him. “what was that bitch?” dean spits and grips sam's shaggy hair, not caring if it really hurt and speeds up his thrusts, sam focusing on heavy balls slapping against him, which turns him on even further.
• maybe dean letting go of his grasp in sam's hair and then just as sam rests his head down, he's suprised by dean wrapping his thick hand around sam's throat. squeezing and dean bends down, “now you listen to me, you whore.....”
• dean pays for the stay and asks to treat him to a fancy meal next weekend with which sam happily accepts.
okay but imagine if in season six soulless sam just didn't hide the fact sam was in love with dean. Like im just going crazy over the idea of a sam just nonchalantly making off hand comments to dean about finding him hot or sam just straight up flirting with him. he's got no soul so he's got no reservations about just telling dean how he feels.
dean absolutely railing sam while cas watches…and sam is completely mindfucked and doesn't even notice, but dean does and he's getting off on the fact that he gets to show cas what belongs to him.
1x09 when missouri tells sam and dean she can read their thoughts and deans head immediately goes Dont think about Sam sucking your dick. Dont think about Sam drooling around your dick. Wrinkly saggy grandmas in bikinis. Sam in a bikini. Fucking Sam in a bikini. Dont think about fucking Sam. Dont think about Sam moaning like a whore. Wait no I'm thinking about it. Dont think about Sam. Sams ass. Sams dick. Sams dick in my mouth. Can she hear this. Can you hear this? Im not crazy i promise. I wouldnt do that. Stop thinking. Okay, dont tell him. Id never touch him. Can you hear this? If you can hear this give me a sign. Im going to kill myself. Dont think. Gonna rest my le– and missouri hardcore eyeing him "don't put your feet on my table." and dean just going Oh shit. and that's why he spends the rest of the episode awkward and embarrassed and missouri being a little harder on him. dean trying to convince her he'd never touch/hurt sam in his head. at the end of the episode missouri telling dean "perhaps you two should have a talk" and a look thats saying because he feels the same. she was just pushing him around a little more to figure out his intentions with sam and as a warning for him to be more careful/less obvious because she knows demons/spirits will use it against him. Dean doesnt get it though
Okay but 16 year old Sammy and 20 year old Dean both on an anonymous gay dating site.
None of them know the other is into men, and none of them know that they ended up matching with one another.
They don't post their faces and go by screen names only, but quickly hit it off, texting back and forth for hours a day, bonding over their shitty lives.
It doesn't take long for their chats to turn naughty, Dean describing the nasty things he'd like to do to Sam's pretty pink hole, Sam responding with enthusiasm before describing in full detail the things he'd do to Dean's cock with his mouth, and it would more often than not end up with them jerking off to their conversations, their vivid imaginations running wild with the image of sweaty bodies, tongues and hair pulling and choking and bliss.
With those chats inevitably came explicit pictures always from the waist down. Sam bending over, spreading each one of his cheeks to reveal his pretty pink hole already fingered open and gaping for his nameless suitor to marvel at, Dean returning a photo of his thick cock against his belly, thick ropes of come splattered along his torso.
It wasn't until a few months into their anonymous relationship that Sam had sent Dean a photo of his hard cock, long fingers wrapped around the base that Dean made the connection.
The watch around the man's wrist looked an awful lot like the one Sam wore, and what was worse was the background of the photo was the exact same as the bathroom of the shitty motel room they were staying at, the one Sam was currently in, the ugly yellow ceramic tub visible just behind Sam's erection.
Dean immediately deleted the app so fucking fast after the realization hit him, the color draining from his face when Sam exited the bathroom, staring down at his phone with a frown not understanding what he did wrong, why his online lover suddenly disappeared.
Dean never went on the app again, and he sure as hell didn't tell Sam, who continued to check the app every day in hopes his partner would return.
Okay but 16 year old Sammy and 20 year old Dean both on an anonymous gay dating site.
None of them know the other is into men, and none of them know that they ended up matching with one another.
They don't post their faces and go by screen names only, but quickly hit it off, texting back and forth for hours a day, bonding over their shitty lives.
It doesn't take long for their chats to turn naughty, Dean describing the nasty things he'd like to do to Sam's pretty pink hole, Sam responding with enthusiasm before describing in full detail the things he'd do to Dean's cock with his mouth, and it would more often than not end up with them jerking off to their conversations, their vivid imaginations running wild with the image of sweaty bodies, tongues and hair pulling and choking and bliss.
With those chats inevitably came explicit pictures always from the waist down. Sam bending over, spreading each one of his cheeks to reveal his pretty pink hole already fingered open and gaping for his nameless suitor to marvel at, Dean returning a photo of his thick cock against his belly, thick ropes of come splattered along his torso.
It wasn't until a few months into their anonymous relationship that Sam had sent Dean a photo of his hard cock, long fingers wrapped around the base that Dean made the connection.
The watch around the man's wrist looked an awful lot like the one Sam wore, and what was worse was the background of the photo was the exact same as the bathroom of the shitty motel room they were staying at, the one Sam was currently in, the ugly yellow ceramic tub visible just behind Sam's erection.
Dean immediately deleted the app so fucking fast after the realization hit him, the color draining from his face when Sam exited the bathroom, staring down at his phone with a frown not understanding what he did wrong, why his online lover suddenly disappeared.
Dean never went on the app again, and he sure as hell didn't tell Sam, who continued to check the app every day in hopes his partner would return.
zero thoughts just power bottom dean teaching his 16 y/o brother how to top. sammy's hands shaking while he desperately tries not to shove his dick in immediately. his breathing becoming heavy mere seconds after entering dean. dean teasing him with "already gonna cum sammy boy" and intentionally clenching around him. him grabbing sam's hair, telling him to start moving. sam's erratic thrusting and mewls as he doesnt manage to hold off his orgasm and prematurely blows his load. dean rolling them over, switching their positions. dean pinning down sam's arms, slowly riding him while chastising him "you should think about your partner more, sammy". sam moaning pretty little apologies and begging for mercy "please dean i'm so sorry i can't i'll do better no no please no". dean not stopping until sam comes a third time after which he's cumming as well.
yet again i am thinking about the good version of spn in my head where henriksen never died and he’s working at the fbi as a contact on the inside for hunters and when the fake winchesters start robbing banks he’s just like guys seriously How are you justifying this i try for you guys but what the fuck
— @originalballoonbread
Dean constantly forgetting that he and Sam are brothers, and that they’re dating, so Sam has to remind him with a kiss on the lips and Dean gets all excited
saw a post and it gave me pregnant season 6 sam ideas
imagine. souless sam was thirsty as fuck for his brother and everything that sam wouldn't do he so would. and dean knows it's wrong, i mean, it's sam but it isn't sam, but no way in hell he can resist him. not after a whole damn year.
so souless sam convinces (just asks for it, really) dean to fuck him raw and stupid every single time. and ofc he gets pregnant.
he wants to have an abortion (souless practical sam) but dean hates himself for putting sam in this situation and hates himself even more because he won't ever let sam get rid of the baby, he doesn't care how much he wants to, real sam would never.
so when he finally manages to get sam back, his sam, and he doesn't remember a single thing that happened... lets just say he starts running out of excuses for why he doesn't want to let sam drink his damn beer.
and when he finally tells him, tells him everything, sam has no idea how to react. his body doesn't feel like his own (which feels more familar then it should). he hates dean for doing this to him when he wasn't himself. but oh my god, he instanly loves their baby so much. and he would never do anything against it. he's having this baby. just like dean predicted he would.
dean apologizes and apologizes and fucks him soft and sweet in a way souless sam never liked, and he promises the next baby they have will be with sam fully aware of it. and the next and the next.
and sam, real sam, melts every single time, pretending that whenever dean spills inside him is when he's getting pregnant, instead of the time he can't even remember, trying to hold on to false memories so he can carry this pregnancy through and, you know. not go insane. he ends up going a little bit insane and his walls break but dean is there to pick up the pieces and when the baby is born, dean takes care of them too. he's so good to him. the best brother and now the best dad.
Despite ssmmy being soft, it is amazing. I prefer dean being adorable as hell. Like him being scared, sam might hate him for his sick thoughts, their first kiss, and how sam led it as Dean was so out. Like, yeah, dean leads in the room, but he belongs to sammy. Sam knows how to calm his old guy dean and is just a siren to dean;making dean turn into lump jello. Dean is still whining when sam hugs him softly. Making love is way better than rabbit routines. Forehead kisses for dean to calm down. Like just sammy doing all the boyfriend/husband fluffy stuff to dean, as dean melts into slime.
dean is soooo mad he can’t knock his little brother up. he fucks sam for hours until sam’s too exhausted to move at all and just flops over, face down, as his big brother pounds into him. dean never wears a condom and he never pulls out. he cums in sam and still dosent pull out, instead using his own cock to plug sammy up. even when he grows soft he stays in sam, occasionally giving shallow thrusts or moving his hips in slow circles. he waits until he gets hard again and then he’s back at it, shoving his cock in and out ruthlessly while sam whimpers weakly into sheets. no matter how hard dean tries tho, sam will never get pregnant. no matter how much cum dean shoves into his ass and mouth or how often he fucks sam or how long he keeps sam plugged full of cum. and that makes dean soooo mad.
I need Dean getting so used to calling Sam baby when they’re alone that he slips up in front of people who know they’re brothers and has to correct himself to save face but it’s so delayed that it flops completely and everyone is 🤔🤔🤔
“Hey baby……………………brother. I meant baby brother… of course.”
Tw: somno
After hell and the wall cracks, and breaks, and comes down Sam starts dreaming of Lucifer. Sometimes he wakes up from them screaming but other times he wakes up to cum in his pants and a silent scream in his throat all at once.
Dean who can't always wake him or reach him with just his voice but he can fuck him while he sleeps so that when Sam does come it's with Dean right inside him, far as he can get and holding him together.
Those days Sam comes to crying and Dean's there still pressed inside, shushing him and kissing him and stroking him until he comes again still with tears all on his face so Sam knows Lucifer can't have him again
Thanks for the rec! Just read and loved it. Here's a link for anyone else inclined (gen, Sam, Dean, Cas, ~4,300, S5-9 spoilers):
i want to see sam post-cage barely remembering dean. it’s been hundreds of years, he spent thirty with his brother. he knows it’s dean, logically at least, but his birthday is just “maybe winter”, he has no clue what car dean drives except that he calls it “baby”, dean calls him bitch and waits for his response and he just frowns, thinking that seems kind of rude and dean almost cries instead of stumbling over an explanation, apology, something. it takes sam years to fully understand english again past the basics- he can talk to cas but even that’s a different dialect that’s developed since lucifer fell. he wakes up screaming in the oldest form of the language of heaven taught to him by the devil and dean holds him tight and tells him stories he barely understands of events he doesn’t remember and people he doesn’t know anymore and every once in a while he almost, almost misses the people who can understand him and he never forgives himself for it
I like queer!Sam and I like queer!Dean but what I love is straight!Sam and straight!Dean having to look up gay sex because they want to connect with each other in that way too on top of everything else.
I love their love transcending gender and sexuality and just turning into brother brother brother brother brother...
WIP…Friday?
@paranoidxbastard tagged me for WIP Wednesday but I’m slow so here we are on Friday instead.
This is a bit of something that is inspired by things @future-dregs implanted in my mind, resulting in instant brain rot and one full breakdown in his DMs. Next day I went…well. Maybe that can be a fic.
Basic idea is that Sam and Dean cut their initials into the same spot on each other’s bodies over and over throughout their lives as a means of bonding and claiming and everything else that is twisted up and weird between them. Fic to span the series but this bit is from S4, immediately after Sam’s activities with Ruby are discovered and things are Real Bad™️ between them.
Excuse the roughness, it is a very preliminary draft at this point. 🙃😅
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By the time they get back to the motel room, Sam can already feel the oncoming change. Like something has broken right at their foundation and he’s afraid to see what rises up from beneath. All the things they’ve buried, all the feelings locked away, finally breathing free air.
Dean’s name is a half aborted plea when his brother shoves him hard up against the wall, the syllables rising from softness to anger in an instant. So many of their conversations seem to go that way now, laced in resentment that neither can quite put away.
A flash of silver draws Sam’s attention further down and he watches as Dean flips his favorite switchblade open. The same one that marked him all those years ago. It’s twisted but for a moment, the sight of it comforts Sam. Dean hasn’t held a knife, not for this, since he got back and some part of Sam’s brain had trembled at the thought that maybe he never would again.
“Dean.” This time when he says his brother’s name, it’s soft all the way through. “Let me just -“
But Dean is quicker, reaching between them to yank the waistband of Sam’s jeans down. The denim scratches rough over his skin and he grunts, pushing up into Dean’s space only to be shoved back again, hard. Held in place by the steel band of Dean’s arm across his chest, Sam looks down at the exposed skin of his hip.
DW. Etched into his skin on a thousand different nights, in a thousand different moments. It’s paler than it has ever been, having gone uncut, left to heal for so long. He’s put his mark back on Dean more than once since his brother crawled back out of the grave but it never felt right to do his own, not with Dean right there beside him. Not if Dean hadn’t yet done it himself. Still, the sight of those thin white lines fill him with such warmth that Sam feels his knees bend slightly under the weight.
Dean scoffs and the disgust in that single sound snap Sam’s eyes back up to his brother’s face. There is only anger there, fury like he has never seen and it’s all the warning Sam gets before Dean is finally slashing out with his knife, opening a clear line through the letters on Sam’s hip. The strike comes so hard and fast that beads of blood wick off the blade and form tiny spots of crimson on the dirty wallpaper beside them. DW like a firebrand on Sam’s skin.
“There.” Dean spits the word, finally stepping away from Sam. He drops the knife between them and his voice, when he spoke again, sounds like crushed glass. Like he has been screaming for forty years and might never stop.
“That’s one less lie between us.”