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Quiet Enough
John’s snoring in the next bed and Dean’s got his hand down his brother’s pants.
Sam groans and arches his back. “Dean,” he gasps.
Dean slides his lips across Sam’s ear. “Yeah, baby?” he breathes hotly, whisper quiet.
“Don’t stop.”
Dean smiles in the darkness.
“Don’t plan on it, baby boy.”
They think they’re quiet enough, but in the bed next to them, John’s eyes are wide open as he stares at the wall, his blood turning ice cold.
Yeah
a little soft wincest for you...
***
Dean strokes Sam’s cheek with the back of his hand. He can’t pull his eyes away. “Sammy,” he whispers softly into the space between them. His breath is so close it makes Sam shiver.
“Yeah,” he breathes sharply. It’s an answer to an unasked question. He doesn’t look away either, his fingers clenching into fists. He so desperately wants to touch. But he wants Dean to make the first move.
“What is this?” Dean says curiously as he brushes his thumb across Sam’s lip and his eyes drop to watch the movement.
“Does it matter?” Sam asks.
Dean’s eyes dart back up.
“No,” he says, leaning forward.
The moment their lips touch, Sam allows himself to reach for his brother.
Dean doesn’t stop him.
Sam’s Thoughts
Well, I was just hit by a wall of massive anxiety and depression. It came out of nowhere! Nothing was wrong, it just hit me like a freight train….So I took that and wrote a thing…
THIS IS VERY ANGTSY - BE WARNED…. Sorry about that…
***
It had been silent in the library until Sam spoke suddenly.
“You know, I’ve always been evil, Dean.” He spoke slowly, looking across a stack of books he had been researching. His words were slurred, and he seemed very distant.
Dean frowned, turning to his brother. “What? You haven’t always been evil, Sam. You aren’t evil at all.” Sam’s question made him concerned. Sam had acted like this before, more than once. Dean knew he had to direct his whole focus towards his brother right now.
Sam stared straight ahead, bringing his glass of whiskey up to his lips, “Yeah Dean, I have.” He took a long swallow and started counting off on his fingers as he spoke. “I drank demon blood at age 6 months. I’ve been possessed by a demon, I purposefully drank demon blood- gallons of it. I’ve been possessed by Lucifer himself. Oh yeah, and there was that time I was soulless and almost let you die. That sounds evil to me, Dean.”
“Sam - where is this coming from? Are you ok?“ But Sam ignored his question and turned angrily towards his brother, taking a step forward.
“Dean, you’ve called me a monster more than once yourself. Even you think I’m evil.” He leaned closer, looking his brother in the eye. “Don’t you?” Sam squinted his eyes and raised his glass, pointing directly at his brother as he did.
Dean blinked. He didn’t mean to hesitate, but the question caught him off guard.
“That’s what I thought.” Sam lowered his arm, placing his empty glass on the table.
“Sam, wait,” Dean stood up too, and reached for his arm.
“Dean, your belief in me is overwhelming. Now let go.” Sam shook off his brother’s grip and turned to the door. “I need to be alone Dean. I’ve got some things I need to figure out,” he said, keeping his back to his brother as he walked away.
Hey my friend, since you’re taking requests how about this?
When Sam and Dean get back to their hotel room after hitting the local bar to have a few drinks after a successful hunt, Sam is going to remind Dean who he belongs with and to. Marking him up for everyone to see.
Thanks!!
The Game
One shot. Because why not. Yes, it’s wincest.
Sam’s across the bar, leaning against a stool, drinking a beer. He’s watching some guys play pool. Dean’s just watching. Making sure Sam stays safe. Plays by the rules. But he’s also been watching this one particular guy - who hasn’t left Sam alone since he walked back there. But Dean’s not worried.
The guy puts his hand on Sam’s shoulder, and Dean’s cheeks burn. He takes a shot of whiskey. He knows Sam’s his. He knows the rules of this game. He’s not worried.
Sam laughs and touches the guys knee and the guy suddenly leans closer to Sam and says something Dean can’t hear. He sees Sam look in his direction, just for a second and turn away. He shakes his head ‘no’ to the stranger. Dean feels a pull on his heart, but he’s not worried. He takes another shot of whiskey.
Sam knows better than to break the rules.
Sam takes a long, slow drink of beer, finishing the bottle. Dean watches intently as he sees the guy eyeing Sam’s neck. Sam doesn’t bring the bottle down soon enough. The man licks his lips and leans in - and kisses Sam unexpectedly on the neck. Sam doesn’t move and the man leans in again.
The music suddenly sounds way too loud. Dean stands up and clenches his fists. Sam should probably stop the guy there. Sam likes to play, but he never lets another guy touch him.
Sam doesn’t pull away though. His body is relaxed and loose.
Dean feels his stomach drop. The man pulls away and Sam smiles at him. He looks the guy in the eyes and nods. Dean can see what’s behind Sam’s eyes and his head starts to spin. Sam looks up at him and winks. Dean knows instantly what Sam’s done.
He hasn’t played this game in months.
The man steps away and touches Sam’s face as he excuses himself to the restroom. Sam’s eyes follow him, and the guy turns to look before heading inside. Sam waves at him. The guy winks back.
Dean’s walking up to Sam now, ready for a fight. But before he can open his mouth, Sam’s on top of him, pressing his lips hard onto his brother’s. He pulls away and laughs, dragging Dean outside with him.
“That game doesn’t work anymore Sam, I’m not jealous. It just pisses me off. You’re only supposed to flirt. that’s why we -,” Dean pauses as they reach the car and slide inside, closing the doors quickly. “That’s not the game we were playing, why’d you change the rules on me, baby?”
He doesn’t sound pissed off, thinks Sam.
“Why, are you jealous, big brother?” Sam teases, his lips right by Dean’s ear as he puts the keys in the ignition. The hot breath on his skin turns Dean on more than he wants to admit.
“I’m certainly not jealous!” Dean continues to argue even as he backs out of the space. He hasn’t looked over at Sam yet.
“Yes you are, you should have seen your face! and your body language? Admit it,” Sam laughs as they drive away - just as the man walks outside looking for a someone that would never be his.
“Am not!” Dean says through clenched teeth. His hands grip the wheel.
“Okay, De,” says Sam softly as he unzips Dean’s pants and slips his hand inside.
“Sam, don’t, I- oh…”
“I knew it, Sam breaths hotly in Dean’s ear again, and he nearly swerves off the road. Sam laughs and backs off.
“Shut up Sam,” moans Dean as he looks for the nearest motel.
Idk just a shot in the dark, and you did ask for asks, and I just made a post relating to this, buuuuuut…
do you think Sam and Dean fucked nasty during the pilot annnnd that’s why the lady in white called him a cheater? Obviously not a serious question but oooooooh imagine ☺️
“I waited for an hour…” Dean couldn’t stop staring into his brother’s eyes.
“Yeah?” he tried to hide it, but Dean could hear Sam’s breath catch. He reached up to touch Sam’s cheek, and Sam didn't pull back. In fact, the moment Dean’s fingers touched his skin, Sam's eyes fluttered closed and he exhaled sharply. Dean grinned.
“Yeah. I didn’t know if you’d even want me to…” but he paused. Sam had opened his eyes and was staring directly at him. His own breath caught when he saw those kaleidoscope eyes staring back at him. He managed to pull himself together and continued., “...to even be around you. But I think we both know now…” his voice trailed off and Sam nodded.
Dean thought he’d be the one to initiate the whole thing, but when Sam leaned forward and took his face in his hands, he didn’t protest.
The first touch of their lips unleashed the floodgates. Sam pulled him backwards into his room and Dean closed the door behind him.
All that mattered was right now.
It was Sam who pushed him against the wall, using his knee to spread his older brother's leg to the side. It was Sam who pressed their bodies together, grinding himself into Dean. Dean groaned and their kiss became primal, their bodies finally succumbing to their deepest desires.
It was Sam who broke into tears as he called out his brother’s name.
“Dean, I…” It was Sam who broke the silence.
But it was Dean who pushed him onto the bed and held him down as he unzipped his pants.
“Shut up Sam. I do too. Just let me, ok?” He furiously tugged off his shirt and Sam followed his movements.
Everything else faded away.
Been in a bit of a writing slump. Anyone have an ask? A thought? An imagine, if you will?
What does Sam want Dean to do to him?
What is Dean hiding from Sam?
Ugh, I’ve got these boys living in my head but right now they’re just staring at each other, neither willing to be the first to speak or act.
It’s traumatic, really…
Make a Wish...
“What a fucking perfect evening,” Dean thought to himself as he finished the joint he’d been sharing with Sam.
Dean lay back against the windshield of the Impala, his right arm behind his head, his left one running his fingers through his brother’s hair.
Sam was resting against Dean’s chest, plucking lightly at Dean’s shirt. He sighed contentedly. His heart pounded in his chest. “I wish you could do that all the time, De. Love your hands on me.”
“Mmmmm.” Dean murmured, pressing his lips softly against Sam’s temple. Sam snuggled closer, his hand slowly teasing its way down, resting hesitantly on the brass button, waiting for permission.
“God Sam, yes.”
It was a crisp Fall evening. They were parked in the middle of nowhere, a dark canvas of beauty twinkling above them in the sky.
Sam shakily popped open Dean’s fly and moved his hand inside. His fingers worked their way down, and when he wrapped his fingers around - oh god, Dean felt goosebumps crawl over his entire body.
They saw it at the same time. Dean gasped but Sam took it as a sign and tugged just a little harder.
“See that? Shooting star, Dean. Make a wish.”
Dean just pulled his brother closer and whispered, “I have everything I’ve ever wanted, right here.”
Perfection indeed.
It's Not Fury
It's when Sam whirls around, fists clenched, chest heaving, that Dean sees it. It's in Sam's eyes, and Dean's not sure how he's missed this.
Dean finally realizes what his little brother has been hiding.
It's not fury, though.
It's desire.
And Dean's been hiding it, too
Maybe Tonight
"Hey," Dean speaks in the softest whisper Sam's ever heard, and it makes his breath hitch.
Dean's looking directly into his eyes.
Directly into my soul
Dean reaches up and silently brushes Sam's bangs out of the way, his fingers pausing once he can see Sam's whole face.
"There you are," he says, still whispering. His smile makes Sam's heart explode.
I don't deserve him
Dean pulls him close, their lips finally touching. Sam can't help but shiver. Dean curls his fingers around Sam's hair and pulls very gently.
This isn't real
"Do you know how long I've wanted this?" Dean says as he tightens his grip.
Probably as long as I have
But John clears his throat in the other bed and Dean lets go. Sam rolls over, not wanting Dean to see his tears.
When he wakes them up with the sun in the morning, the boys lock eyes. There's eternity there.
John misses it completely.
Mine
Sammy comes home from school with a hickey and a few deep scratches. They’re both on his chest and he tries to keep it hidden. But Dean senses something’s off the second Sam walks in the door.
Sam tries to avoid his brother but fails, and Dean manages to pull him away from the prying eyes of their dad.
Behind closed doors, Dean’s fists clench.
“Spill,” he says, and he sounds disgusted.
Sam tries to hold back tears and quietly lifts his shirt.
“Who did that to you? You tired of me already, Sammy?”
Sam’s breath hitches and there’s fear in his eyes. “No! Dean, no it…it isn’t like that. It. He…” Sam’s cheeks redden. His hair falls in his eyes as he looks down.
“He what, Sam!” Dean’s clearly annoyed.
Sam’s voice was quiet. “I told him no Dean. He wouldn’t listen. He just -”
Dean’s face shifts through several emotions before settling back on anger. He grabs Sam’s chin and forces him to turn his head to look at him. “You’re fucking mine, you hear that Sammy? Mine. And nobody ever lays a fucking hand on you. Or their fucking mouth for that matter, and not without your fucking permission!” He’s breathing hard.
Sam hangs his head in shame.Dean storms out, slamming the door behind him.
He comes home two hours later with a black eye and bloody knuckles.
Now his voice is soft. He tucks a lock of Sam’s hair behind his ear.
“Mine,” he says, his eyes dark.
Need
Their souls are intertwined.
They just don't know it yet. All they know is they can't keep their hands off each other.
It's a desperate, clingy need.
One cannot survive without the other.
Pie
And now back to fluff after that last one...
Sam’s been desperate to get Dean’s attention, but he’s not picking up on anything Sam’s sending out.
So Sam spends the day shopping for the perfect ingredients to make a pie from 100% scratch, including the crust.
Dean’s timing is perfect too. He walks in just as Sam’s pulling the pie out. It ruins Sam’s planned surprise, but the reaction is more than Sam could hope for.
“Is that pie for me, Sammy?” He looks at his little brother, covered in flour, several small cuts covered in butterfly band-aids from slicing the apples, and a few small burns from touching the pan too much, and he finally sees something.
Dean sees behind his brother’s eyes for the first time, and all he feels is a sense of calm.
“Huh,” he says.
Sam nods. “Yeah Dean. All for you. Just wanted to show you how…how much you mean to me.
Dean’s eyes flash in understanding and he just says, “oh.”
It’s the best pie Dean has eaten in his entire life.
Truth
This comes from an amazing prompt from an anon...
WARNINGS: a small amount of non-con, but not graphic. Wincest, of course. And a shapeshifter that's wearing Dean's face...
Dean has to think, fast.
It’s horrible actually. Despicable. But this might be his only chance. The shapeshifter has just leapt out the window, leaving Sam tied to the bed. He’s unconscious still, and scraped up pretty bad. Probably still a bit delusional from the experience of being held and drugged for so long.
Dean knows the shifter will come back, and he’ll have to kill him then. Not that he doesn’t want to kill him now. But Sam knows the dude looks like him. Knows he’s wearing his face. So until then, Dean could just -
This might be his only opportunity. He can finally do what he’s always wanted.
He swallows, knows how horribly, horribly wrong this is…and kisses his unconscious brother anyway. He’s ready for the fight. Ready for Sam to push him away. Sam will absolutely think it’s the shifter. He’ll never know the truth. So when Dean grabs Sam’s hair and pulls, jerking him into consciousness, the fear he sees is quite real.
“Pretty Sammy,” he says, shocked at his own words.
He doesn’t notice the subtle shift in Sam’s eyes.
But he’s definitely not ready for Sam to kiss back.
***
Dean can’t react, can’t say anything to this, or Sam will know it’s him. So he commits, growls, and grabs Sam roughly.
“Oh, you want this, eh? Does big brother know?” He pulls up Sam’s shirt and runs his hand down Sam’s chest. “How surprised will he be when he comes back and finds you like this?”
Dean’s heart is pounding. It’s already gone too far. But he doesn’t know how to stop.
Sam’s arms are still tied, but his legs are free, so Dean grabs them and wraps them around his own torso.
Sam lets out a small sob and shakes his head. “He doesn’t know.”
Suddenly Dean’s reasons for all of this shift. It’s more than he could have ever hoped for.
So he takes his time, doing all the things he ever wanted to do.
And Sam lets him.
***
It’s weeks later, the shifter is long dead, and Sam still hasn’t said a word about what the shifter did.
Dean doesn’t mention it, because why would he?
He’ll have to live with what he’s done, but he’s not sure it’s all so bad. Sam’s more touchy now. And of course, there’s the moaning his name while he’s asleep.
Sam doesn’t know.
At least not yet…
Dark thoughts...
To the anon who just left the dark idea about "Skin"...
Yes.
It's dark for sure. It's gonna revive the Angst Queen, at least for this...(rubs hands together)
I can play with that. Give me a few hours or so, I wanna make it good....
That one time in the motel...
Here's the soft one...dark one coming soon...
“Dean?” Sam asks breathlessly.
“Yeah, Sammy?” Dean’s face is inches away, their noses almost touching.
It’s dark outside, but moonlight streams through the small window near the door, illuminating Sam’s face. Dean’s been running his fingers through his brother’s hair and Sam’s eyes soon roll back at the sensuality of it. He falls silent, breathing deeply.
“Sammy?” Dean says, nudging him gently.
Sam’s eyes snap back into focus.
“You were gonna say something, baby?” Dean’s voice is soft and whiskey-smooth near Sam’s ear and he shivers at the sensation. His fingers continue pushing through the soft strands
“N-never mind,” Sam gasps, letting his head roll back onto the pillow.
Their legs slowly intertwine under the heavy blankets.
Dean instinctively closes the gap between them and presses their lips together.
Their first kiss is better than either of them could have possibly imagined.
Two stories
I've got two stories in me today.
One is dark wincest. (this will have angst, hurt!sam, etc...)
The other is soft wincest. (this one is all fluffy, sticky, touchy lovey stuff)
Which one should I work on?
secrets
It’s dark and John is in the other room on the phone with Bobby, but Dean can’t keep his hands off his brother. He sucks on his neck. He’s gonna leave a dark, angry mark, but he doesn’t care.
“Mine,” he says in Sam’s ear. He bites down hard and Sam lets him.