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i will remember you all winter long
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.”
Ok so... many lubes are water-based. So, could a person make holy water-based lube? And if they could...
Imagine Dean and bloodfreak!Sam using holy water-based lube because it gives Sammy a spicy tingle that makes things better.
Imagine demon!Dean and Sam using it because Dean finally gets why Sam loved it so much back in his bloodsucking days.
Imagine all the fun those two freaky brotherfuckers could have with it.
Mwahahahahaaaaa! YES!
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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.
SPN Stanford Era Songs #Part 1
I am in my Stanford Era SPN feels, i have made a list of some songs i feel like resonates with Stanford Era Sam and Dean. Not meant to be Wincest at ALL, i mean this in a platonic way or what ever the Winchesters have going on, cause as someone with siblings it isn't normal XD. They are Co-dependent don't forget, could be seen as Weirdcest, Gencest, or Queerplatonic i suppose. Also some lyrics i have changed in my head to fit better with them.
Orange Juice-Noah Kahan=Dean about Sam.
All My Love-Noah Kahan=Sam about Dean.
She Calls Me Back-Noah Kahan=Dean about Sam.
She Calls Me Back (with Kacey Musgraves)-Noah Kahan, Kacey Musgraves=Dean and Sam duet of sorts.
Stick Season-Noah Kahan=Dean about Sam.
ALL CAN EB FOUND IN STICK SEASON (FOREVER) BY NOAH KAHAN.
Teenage FBI-Harrison Boe=Sam about Dean.
I Can't Find Your House-Harrison Boe=Dean about Sam.
BOTH SINGLES BY HARRISON BOE.
bonus:
The duality of Bill (and man) plus some good ol toxic BillFord with a bit of eldritch horror in the mix cause I love it when Bill is depicted like an eldritch being! Honestly if i were to do a “human” version of Bill it would just be a horror abomination of some kind since thats his vibe to me!!
Watch out for Sammy
sort of sam/dean drabble (557 words), kind of just a prologue but idk if i'll get around to writing more
set during stanford era, dean started taking jobs as close to stanford as he could to keep an eye on sam in his spare time until he eventually ends up just watching sam at all times when he's not on a job, but people start to notice.
content warnings: stalking, implied sex (jess/sam)
"Sam?" He turns to face his friend, Matt, who called him. He puts a hand on Sam's shoulder to lean in a little so he could be heard over the music. "I don't wanna worry you, but there's a guy over by the bar that's been watching you the whole time we've been here."
Without turning his head, Sam flicks his eyes to the side, seeing the bar in his periphery. His nostrils flare as he tries to contain a smile. Dean is there.
"We thought maybe he just thinks you're cute but it's been hours now." Jess, his girlfriend, says from the other side of him.
"How do you know he's looking at me?" Sam asks unbothered. He wraps an arm around Jess's waist and kisses her cheek before continuing. "Maybe he was looking at the beautiful girl next to me." Despite herself, Jess laughs a little. Matt doesn't find it too funny.
"It's definitely you," he reiterates with his big arms crossed over his chest. Sam lifts his eyebrows seeing how genuinely concerned Matt seems. "When you went to the bathroom, he got up and followed you. You didn't see him in there?"
Sam shakes his head. Dean would never come that close and make it too obvious. Then again, he clearly isn't being very subtle if other people are noticing. Humming, Matt tenses.
"Want me to tell him to back off?" He asks seriously, making Sam smile.
"It's fine. He hasn't done anything." Though Sam doesn't mind his brother's antics, Matt and Jess are clearly perturbed at the thought of someone watching him. "Are you guys ready to go then?"
"Yeah, sure," Jess chirps. They hadn't planned to be out long anyway, so they agree to leave. Matt calls for a cab, and as it pulls away, Sam clasps his hand with Jess's as they begin to walk the few blocks back to their apartment.
With one hand busy, he shoves the other into his jacket pocket and fidgets with a loose string. He tries not to be obvious, but every time he passes a window or car mirror, he checks behind them to catch a glance of Dean. By the time he and Jess get home, he still hasn't seen Dean, and he's not disappointed...
Being chivalrous, he lets Jess into their apartment building first, and if his eyes dart around the street when he closes the door, that's just just to check there's no danger lurking outside.
It takes him so long to finally close the door that Jess is already in the bedroom when he locks it. She's waiting for him when he steps into the dimly lit room, sitting almost naked on the close side of the bed. He smiles as he moves towards her, taking her face in his hands and leaning down to kiss her.
Her leg hooks over Sam's hip as she gently pulls him on top of her as she lies back. He laughs as they fall back. Pushing himself up, he lifts his shirt. Just as it covers his eyes, he notices the curtains are left open, and as his clothes drop to the floor, and his mouth presses against his girlfriend's neck, he can't help but keep an eye on the window, wondering if anyone would climb the fire escape stairs and look through.