creep dean convincing little sammy that he still too young to be taking showers alone and that he has to be there to protect his baby brother from the big bad monsters 🥹
Sam has been feeling sick and strange so he decides to secretly take a pregnancy test, but when it comes up positive he’s more worried about what Dean will say than the fact that he’s now carrying his brother’s child
dean offscreen was calling sam a f*ggot, smoking a pack a day, and hooking up with high schoolers. sam offscreen was committing suicide in various ways only for lucifer to bring him back each time
As per usual, credit for the collage goes to @cyxoi-chert!
Title: 'Yes, Professor Campbell'
Word count: 1,922
a/n: THIS INCLUDES SMUT. It does. It does and I'm proud of it. Non-supernatural AU, student x professor.
"Mr. Winchester, I'd like to see you in my office after classes."
"Ooh, you're in trouble," Ava giggled, nudging Sam's arm.
"What did Mr. Goody Two-Shoes do now?" Ash asked, smirking as he packed up his books.
Sam rolled his eyes. "I didn't do anything," he said, stuffing his own textbooks into his bag. Yea, except call Dean by his first name because you're a fucking idiot, his brain helpfully reminded him. "He's probably just gonna tell me how good I did on the last paper."
"Sure he is," Ash agreed, obviously not actually agreeing. "Anyway, when you're done being punished- sorry, celebrated, you should come out with us."
"Yea?" Sam raised his eyebrows as he slung his bag over his shoulder. "Does 'us' contain anyone else than normal?"
Ava shook her head, tugging playfully on the strap of Sam's bag. "Nope, just us, Jo, and Andy. Please?"
Sam grinned down at the girl. If his romantic life had not been occupied like it was, he thought he might like to ask her out. She was cute and enthusiastic; but whether they could date or not, she still made a good friend.
"I'll think about it," he said, but when he caught Dean's expression as they passed his desk, Sam knew he would be doing no such thing. Well, there was no avoiding the inevitable. He might as well enjoy his day while he could. "Anybody up for some lunch?"
Both of his friends nodded, and they all headed to the campus courtyard to meet up with Andy and Jo.
When they reached their two other friends, Ava giggled out to Jo. "Guess who's in trouble again?" she asked, wrapping the other girl in a quick hug.
Andy raised an eyebrow. "Again? That's what, the third time this month?"
Jo, as expected, went a little dreamy-eyed. "You're so lucky," she sighed. "Being all alone in Professor Campbell's office with him... I'm pretty sure you're his favorite."
Sam scoffed. He hated that Dean used their mother's maiden name as his own. He kind of wanted people to know they were brothers- know just how fucked up the situation actually was if they were ever found out. He understood, though- Dean had a reputation to maintain, and explaining away having sex with just a student was much easier than explaining away having sex with a family member. Who also happened to be a student.
"I think being called into his office so much would be a pretty good indicator of me not being his favorite," he said, knowing very well that he would always be Dean's favorite everything; lover, student, brother.
"Nah, you're definitely his favorite," Ash said, flinging his arm around Sam's shoulders. "It's 'cause of that cute little baby face you've got."
Sam almost nodded his head in agreement. That certainly had something to do with it. "Fuck off," he said instead, chuckling when Ash left his spot hanging off Sam to assume the same position on Andy, which didn't have nearly the same effect, considering Andy was shorter than both Sam and Ash. The two bastards needed to just, get together already.
Apparently, Ava shared his sentiments. "Ash, Andy, how about you two grab lunch, and the rest of us will talk about that, uh, paper we have to do for Professor Novak's class."
Sam snorted. They didn't have a paper due for Professor Novak until the end of the semester, and they had ample time to work on it. The other boys, however, weren't taking the astronomy class, so they didn't know that, and they headed off to get lunch for everyone.
"So," Jo started, sitting down on the grass, leaning back on her elbows and looking up at Sam. "What does he, like, talk to you about? You're one of the smartest people in all of your classes."
"Mostly just talk about upcoming assignments," Sam shrugged, sitting down as well and folding his legs. "I'm tutoring a few of his other students, so we talk about that too."
Ava's eyebrows furrowed. "So you never once got called into his office for doing something wrong?"
Before Sam could answer, Jo piped up with a smirk on her face. "He never punishes you for anything?”
He punishes me for so many things, Sam thought, almost matching her smirk with one of his own. "We're not in highschool," he said, reaching up for Ava, who was still standing. "He's not an authority like that, not really. We're adults, remember?"
Dean would argue. He would say that Sam wouldn't count as an adult until he was twenty-five and his brain was fully developed, and maybe not even then, but the law didn't care what Dean said.
"I'd do something horrible just to get in there with him," Jo said, flopping onto her back and tracing the clouds with her finger. "Have him look at me all deep and disappointed? Ugh.”
"Kinky," Sam laughed. To the girls, it was a joke, but in reality, it was everything but. He'd been on the receiving end of that disappointed expression many times, and while it was undeniably hot, it still gave him a feeling of feel-bad, guilt that he'd not done his best to make his brother as happy as possible.
Andy and Ash were back a little later than they should have been, both slightly disheveled, to Ava's delight. After lunch, the rest of the day passed by uneventfully ... until 5:00 rolled around, and Dean's normal office hours were over.
Sam knocked on the office door, knowing better than to enter without permission. When the permission came, he opened the door slowly and stepped just into the doorway. "You wanted to see me?" he said, hiking his bag higher onto his shoulder. He wasn't sure what Dean's plans were, so he didn't know what to expect.
"Yes, Mr. Winchester, I did," Dean said smoothly, not looking up, and motioned to the chair opposite his desk. "Please, have a seat."
Sam inhaled sharply. Shit, he hated this one. Dean was going to ignore him until he was desperate. Still, he walked over and sat down. "Dean," he tried, even though he knew it wouldn't do him any good. "Dean, I'm sorry, I know I slipped-"
Dean cut him off, setting down his pen (a fountain pen that Sam had gotten him, actually) with a slam. "I'm sorry, Mr. Winchester, but apparently I didn't get the memo that we were on a first name basis. Unless there wasn't one?"
"No, sir," he said, mouth slightly dry as he felt himself start to chub up at Dean's tone. Fuck, why was he so easy? He dropped his bag onto the floor next to the chair and crossed his legs for a little bit of friction. One glance from his brother had him uncrossing them and spreading his knees slightly.
Dean picked up his pen and went back to the papers on his desk. "I don't tolerate disrespect, Mr. Winchester," he said, infuriatingly mild. "Disrespect includes addressing me by my first name without explicit permission to do so. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Professor Campbell," Sam answered meekly. Maybe if he tried to remedy the problem after the fact (you're way smarter than that, his brain said said), Dean wouldn't torture him in this particular way.
It didn't work. Dean wouldn't look up, but apparently he would talk. "I've been thinking about respect in general lately," he said, almost as if it were an explanation for Sam's suffering. "But specifically, which of my students treat me with the most respect. You might be acquainted with my conclusion- a Miss Joanna Harvelle?”
Sam gasped, and his head jerked up- both of them, he realised with annoyance. "Yea," he said, voice strained, but he quickly corrected it after a raised eyebrow from his brother. "Yes, sir. I know her."
"I thought so," Dean said, scribbling away at whatever was on his desk. Sam was too distracted to pay attention. "She, I believe, is my most respectful student, Mr. Winchester. Certainly on a level far above you." He looked up now. "It makes a man wonder- would she be just as respectful in any other situation?"
A low keen left Sam's throat before he could stop it, and he shifted in the chair, aching now for some type of stimulation. "You wouldn’t," he gasped. It took him a second to remember to add, "Sir."
Dean set the pen down, more gently this time, and folded his hands together. "And why wouldn't I? She's a lovely girl, or don't you think so?"
Sam couldn't anymore, he couldn't. "No!" he exclaimed, feeling just as strangled as he sounded. "No, she's not, she's a slut who just wants to fuck her professors, please, De- Professor Campbell. Please, fuck."
"And you're not, Sam?" Dean's voice was low and rough. "If you're not just a slut who wants to fuck his professors, then what are you?"
Sam screwed his eyes shut, swallowing a sob as his hips bucked up into nothing. "Please," he whimpered. "I won't call you 'Dean' in class anymore, I won't, I promise."
"Not on campus, either."
"Fuck! Not on campus either. Now please, please."
Dean finally took pity. "Over here on your knees."
Sam actually did let out a relieved sob now, nearly falling from the chair in his rush to get over to Dean. He dropped to his knees, reaching immediately for the button on his brother's dress slacks. He was quick, and Dean let him be- Sam could tell his professor needed this just as much as he did.
They moaned in unison when Sam finally got his mouth on Dean's hard length, working his tongue up and down the shaft.
"Good boy," Dean said, and Sam almost growled as he glared up at his brother. He hated that, and Dean knew it, but there wasn't much he could do about it with a cock in his mouth- and that was arguably better than pulling off to bitch at his brother.
Dean just laughed, a little strained, and grabbed onto the back of Sam's hair; not pushing or pulling, exactly, but definitely more than guiding.
Sam whined in the back of his throat, swallowing around his brother's dick and reveling in the should-be wrongness of it. Professor and student, brother and lover- everything about this was objectively, morally, and partially legally wrong. He absolutely loved it.
Flicking his tongue expertly around Dean's tip, trying to get his brother to come in record time in the hopes that Dean would fuck him over his desk, Sam fisted what didn't fit quite so easily into his mouth and stroked, hard. Dean's hips stuttered up, cock hitting the back of Sam's throat, and Sam moaned around it.
Dean always lasted a long time- so it was a surprise when in the next few moments, he spilled down Sam's throat. Sam swallowed it all, something he'd just recently figured out how to do well, and pulled off with what he was pretty sure a demure expression thinly veiling a smirk.
Dean growled animalistically, yanking Sam's head backwards, eliciting a moan. "Strip and bend over the desk. You have thirty seconds."
Sam did as he was told, undressing in twenty-seven seconds and bracing his arms on Dean's desk. Not bothering to try and hide his smirk anymore, he looked back over his shoulder. "Do I get extra credit for this assignment, Professor Campbell?"
The way Dean's eyes darkened even further was a promise of extra something.
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More of my favorite (VERY random) J2 things/moments/etc.
❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
1. Jensen the bear & Jared the giant cat!
About Jensen’s animal form being a bear-
Jensen: “Rawwwwwr!”
A big gay bear 😏🌈
About Jared’s animal form being a tiger or a lion or-
Jensen: “-something feline.”
Jared: “Rawwwwr!”
Something feline. A kitten. Hehe. A smitten kitten. Reminds me of when Jensen called Jared “a little ball of energy” but then had to correct it to “ginormous.”
Jared (to Jensen): “Rawwwwr!”
Jensen (to Jared): “Rawwwwr!”
In the patented J2 way, they managed to very rapidly turn this into an adorable husbandly flirt fest. 🥰
And speaking of the Js rapidly turning a conversation into a flirt fest-
2. Speedo-clad Jensen, Jensen’s delicious dick, and the gayest vacation (+ discussion about that vacation) ever!
Jared (talking about their Turks & Caicos vacation): “He was in his little man speedo at the time.”
Jensen: “-doing the Conor McGregor man speedo walk.”
Jensen was also-
Jared: “-very excited.” 😏
Jensen: “It was hard to hide.”
Jared: *has an attack of blushy giddiness while visualizing that ^^ and then refers to Jensen’s dick as candy in Jensen’s pocket*
Mmmm. Delicious candy. 👅
But the best part-
Jensen: “It’s a deep pocket. It has lots of treats...”
👀👀👀
(those emojis are just my six eyes by the way, because I’m an alien)
And speaking of BLATANTLY GAY innuendo-
3. Leg guitar!
Jensen: “He plays my leg guitar all the time.”
Yeeaahh he does 😉
Jensen: “-and I’m gonna be honest with you...he’s pretttty good.”
And speaking of honest statements-
4. Who is Jensen pursuing? (a wooing days throwback)
2. This GIF of Jensen passionately pulling Jared into the ‘don’t you cry no more’ embrace:
3. This parallel to the mutual J2 keyboard serenade:
Jared: *plays Right Here Waiting*
Jensen: “Just know that wherever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you.”
4. This super-husbandly thing where Jensen decided to stare deeply into Jared’s soul while singing “-and her boyfriend too”:
5. This emotional and perfectly all-encompassing Dallascon19 rendition of Heaven by Bryan Adams:
And the reason that I’m including it as a ‘singing to Jared’ example is because Jensen specifically picked Heaven as a salute to what the show has meant, to its significance over the years…and Jared and Jensen both have said on quite a few different occasions that at the heart of it all, their journey together has been the most memorable element of SPN.
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💕
6. This lovely song lyrics dedication via Jensen to his ‘wife’ (aka Jared):
“-I’d buy you a mansion, a hundred miles from nowhere. We ain’t got no neighbors, there ain’t no one to see…”
Because….just…how J2 is that particular bit?
The answer is 500%.
Without a single, SINGLE doubt….500%.
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Edit: Jared almost looks like he’s about to start crying in that last one though 😭💔❤️. But also….Jensen’s tiny, perfect, beautiful fond little smile at the very end while he averts his eyes.
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Another edit: better angles of these two classic moments!
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