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Okie dokie gang. After much deliberation, I have decided to archive this blog and transplant everything as a side blog to my Dean account.
My reason for this is basically the fact that Dean is kind of my default dashboard, so reblogging Sam stuff that I come across to this blog is kind of a hassle. I’m going to keep the same name, so just follow me over.
(And if you see this post more than once, it’s because I’m queuing it up to post multiple times so hopefully all my followers see it.)
Okie dokie gang. After much deliberation, I have decided to archive this blog and transplant everything as a side blog to my Dean account.
My reason for this is basically the fact that Dean is kind of my default dashboard, so reblogging Sam stuff that I come across to this blog is kind of a hassle. I’m going to keep the same name, so just follow me over.
(And if you see this post more than once, it’s because I’m queuing it up to post multiple times so hopefully all my followers see it.)
Okie dokie gang. After much deliberation, I have decided to archive this blog and transplant everything as a side blog to my Dean account.
My reason for this is basically the fact that Dean is kind of my default dashboard, so reblogging Sam stuff that I come across to this blog is kind of a hassle. I’m going to keep the same name, so just follow me over.
(And if you see this post more than once, it’s because I’m queuing it up to post multiple times so hopefully all my followers see it.)
Okie dokie gang. After much deliberation, I have decided to archive this blog and transplant everything as a side blog to my Dean account.
My reason for this is basically the fact that Dean is kind of my default dashboard, so reblogging Sam stuff that I come across to this blog is kind of a hassle. I’m going to keep the same name, so just follow me over.
(And if you see this post more than once, it’s because I’m queuing it up to post multiple times so hopefully all my followers see it.)
Okie dokie gang. After much deliberation, I have decided to archive this blog and transplant everything as a side blog to my Dean account.
My reason for this is basically the fact that Dean is kind of my default dashboard, so reblogging Sam stuff that I come across to this blog is kind of a hassle. I’m going to keep the same name, so just follow me over.
(And if you see this post more than once, it’s because I’m queuing it up to post multiple times so hopefully all my followers see it.)
Okie dokie gang. After much deliberation, I have decided to archive this blog and transplant everything as a side blog to my Dean account.
My reason for this is basically the fact that Dean is kind of my default dashboard, so reblogging Sam stuff that I come across to this blog is kind of a hassle. I’m going to keep the same name, so just follow me over.
(And if you see this post more than once, it’s because I’m queuing it up to post multiple times so hopefully all my followers see it.)
Okie dokie gang. After much deliberation, I have decided to archive this blog and transplant everything as a side blog to my Dean account.
My reason for this is basically the fact that Dean is kind of my default dashboard, so reblogging Sam stuff that I come across to this blog is kind of a hassle. I’m going to keep the same name, so just follow me over.
(And if you see this post more than once, it’s because I’m queuing it up to post multiple times so hopefully all my followers see it.)
Okie dokie gang. After much deliberation, I have decided to archive this blog and transplant everything as a side blog to my Dean account.
My reason for this is basically the fact that Dean is kind of my default dashboard, so reblogging Sam stuff that I come across to this blog is kind of a hassle. I'm going to keep the same name, so just follow me over.
nerdycelestial, deanpizzapie, and deanforethewinchester, don't lose me, friends! <3
(And if you see this post more than once, it's because I'm queuing it up to post multiple times so hopefully all my followers see it.)
Wow, Sam really had been away a year, that door would have given him away for miles, Dean thought dully as he continued to strive for sleep, still failing miserably. He’d take the nightmares, but he couldn’t deal with Sam right now, he’d fuck up again with his mouth and things would really fall apart and it would all be his fault, just like it always was.
He listened as Sam puttered around, trying to imagine it was just like it used to be, Dean passing out after a few beers and some bad food and Sam coming back from research at the library.
But his mind refused to do so, fill in blanks conveniently and make it like old times, stuffing him firmly back in the present along with all of its inconveniences and pain. He let out a long sigh, uncaring if Sam heard it and realized he was awake or not.
He still wasn’t gonna talk about this, he’d rather pull his hair out, or teeth, or something far more drastic.
Sam fell into an uneasy sleep. He felt miserable and depressed, and could see no way out of feeling that way.
Rest came in fits and spurts for the rest of the night, until Sam opened his eyes and looked at the clock. 6:45.
He sighed, and pushed his weariness-heavy body out of bed. The fight with Dean the night before still weighed heavily on his mind, and he snuck at a glance at his still-sleeping brother before going to his duffle and pulling out his running clothes. Maybe if he exhausted himself by running, he could sleep in the car without the constant threat of conflict hanging over him.
The brisk air that hit him as he stepped out the door a moment later felt clear and cleansing, and Sam breathed deep, shaking out his limbs loosely.
Things would be better when he returned, he told himself. Now if only he could convince himself that it would be true.
I'd Take the Wampa Over This- deanpizzapie
God, it felt so good, the way Sam was pulling him down and thrusting up against him. His brother’s movements were getting more frantic, and it just wound Dean up on the inside. He tried to concentrate on kissing, but the rest of him was catching fire.
Then Sam spoke the words. Plainly told him what he wanted, needed. Dean’s sharply indrawn breath was audible. He’d known where this train was going, course he had.
Swallowing, he gave a nod, one hand moving up Sam’s side, caressing him. ”Need you too, need to be inside you,” he admitted, though he stammered slightly, feeling a flush creep up his neck and face.
Lifting up, he pushed Sam’s hands aside. Then he untied Sam’s sweats, and pulled them off him in one quick motion. His gaze lingered on Sam’s erection, as he peeled his shorts off.
"Jesus Sam," he practically growled at the sight of his naked brother. He licked his lips and unbuttoned his pants, then got off the bed to get rid of them. His eyes never left Sam’s, moving over his body, but always going back to meet his gaze.
Once he was free of his clothes, he dropped back on the bed, closed his arms around his brother, and pushed his knee between Sam’s legs. He pressed his thigh and hip firmly against Sam’s raging hard on, and kissed him furiously, slowly setting himself free, allowing himself to take what he needed, what they both wanted.
Sam wasn’t sure when he had started trembling, but Dean pulling back and completely stripping him of his clothes made it all that much more acute.
"Jesus Sam," Dean said in a growl, eyes sliding all over Sam’s exposed skin, and Sam had never felt more wanton. He bit his lip and squirmed on the bed as Dean pulled away to get rid of his pants, and Sam looked back at Dean’s strong, broad body just as ravenously.
He whined as Dean finally settled back over him, pressing his thigh between Sam’s legs, giving him something to grind against.
"You’d better have lube stashed somewhere," Sam panted, wrapping his arm around Dean’s waist and pulling them tighter together, wanting to feel Dean’s hot thickness against him as much as he wanted the friction against his own dick, "It’s been too long since I’ve done this to handle just spit."
It occurred to him as soon as he spoke that Dean might die of shock at such an announcement; he knew his brother perceived him to be a giant prude, but it certainly wasn’t true. Sam just had a record of being more selective about his partners than Dean; didn’t mean that his time at Stanford was completely chaste until Jess.
Sam kissed his neck in the hopes of deferring any questions Dean might have about it until later. He didn’t mind sharing his sexual history, but brining up exes while you were aiming to get pounded sounded rather counter-productive.
Sam hummed as he followed the pulsing artery in Dean’s neck with his mouth, tasting his brother’s heartbeat against his lips and tongue. It was intoxicating, this intimacy, and Sam just wanted more. He wanted everything.
Fae, Not Fairy, Thank You Very Much- nerdycelestial
Castiel watched as the younger Fae struggled with grasping what he just had been told. The reaction was completely understandable. If someone would have told him that he was a spirit elemental before he went to his uncle, he would have thought the person to be insane.
He nodded and walked closer to Sam. “There is a way, but it would be a bit painful for you.” For him too, not in the same way though, but it was never comfortable to invade another Fae’s soul. Of course he would perform the soul gazing it that was what the young one wanted, but it was nothing he found pleasant and he would even lie about his own distress if asked since he didn’t want that to be a thing making the other one saying no to the procedure.
"There is a way, but it would be a bit painful to you."
"Do it," Sam said unhesitantly, "We need to know, if there's any chance of me getting better at all this. I can handle pain."
Sam stood slowly, taking a deep breath in and out. For as long as he had remembered, he had been the type to thirst for knowledge, and he was thirsting for this more than anything in his life. He needed this; this validation.
"Tell me what I have to do."
I just really, really wanted it, I guess.
I feel like Soulless Sam was kind of like a tiger. He didn’t like or hate you, he just wanted to figure out how to eat you.
Jared Padalecki. [x] (via thesoullesshunter)
happy birthday, sammy
YES, THANK YOU SAM, I KNOW. SHUT UP ALREADY.
Ugh. So, basically, I’m having writer’s block. And I’m trying to fight it, but so far it’s a losing battle. So this is me, apologizing to everyone I owe threads to.
I shall do my best, but it’s looking like it’s going to be a little while before I get back to any of you, sorry about that. :(
"Please tell me, what is the upside to me being alive?"
"Are you kidding me? You and me, fighting the good fight together."
