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Happy New Year to all :)

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On Hiatus

Sorry for my absence without warning.  I’ll be back by the second week of January.  In the meantime, I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

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we could slow dance to rock music. kiss while we do it. talk till we both turn blue.

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11.04 | Baby Requested by @ladyroche​

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There Be Dragons (AU)

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“I meant the ‘test’.” Sam pointed out wryly. After all they would not be taking this journey if the battle was called off. He still had to wonder though, how Dean of Winchester continued to work at his cause if he gained no payment. How was he to keep up his horseless ‘car’ or purchase meals? Perhaps the human took other jobs as well. Like a mercenary. If so he would understand why Dean hadn’t mentioned it yet. Or perhaps he solicited sexual favors for money. He had seemed very defensive about it when it’d been brought up earlier. And why else would he assume he was a male whore if he was not one himself? It was something to ponder on the last leg of their trip, as they pulled up to the next in and Dean departed to secure a room.

At long last Sam was permitted to exit the tiny space, and he blew out a relieved breath, taking deep lungfuls of fresh air and feeling the muscles that had grown tense with confinement ease as a breeze rippled his hair about his forehead. Yes, this was much better. This ‘car’ contraption was…interesting, but he was quite sure he would never enjoy it as much as flight. Or even sitting in a bumpy wagon.

“I like this room.” Sam announced in a booming voice upon entering their rented chamber, bags of new clothes in hand. This must be an inn that was doing very well, only the wealthy had so many scarlet furnishings. That they were afforded two beds was…something of a disappointment, but he hid it well. On the one hand, Sam did like the freedom to move as he pleased while sleeping. On the other— curling around Dean the night before had been exceedingly pleasant. Perhaps it was for the best, the human, for all his jealous actions today, seemed more embarrassed by what had occurred than anything else. If he changed his mind Sam wasn’t opposed to letting him slip beneath his sheets nonetheless…but if he expected payment he would have to state this beforehand.

Sam hummed, setting the bags down on the nearest bed. “A walk would do me good.” He decided. He’d been considering a nap earlier, but after being allowed out of that gods be damned ‘car’ the outdoors were more favorable, even if he didn’t know what he’d find out there. “Should I not sharpen a sword?” Sam asked, not wanting to go walking and leave Dean to spend time polishing both blades if he could do his own fine enough. He had no idea in what condition the weapons were kept in, but a sharp sword in battle was always a good idea.

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“Blades are taken care of,” Dean said.  “Go ahead and stretch your legs.  I can tell you’re not used to sitting still.”  By the end of the ride, he thought Sam was positively twitchy.

Nodding for the guy to go, he walked back to the door and pointed out a few landmarks.  “Don’t get lost,” he added, sounding almost like a father talking to his son.

Then he went back to transferring things from the car to the room.  Once the big guy had left, he shook his head.  Sam actually liked the room.  Go figure.

After he had the weapons ready, he grabbed a quick shower.  When he got dressed again and Sam wasn’t back yet, he thought it might be his chance to just go take cae of the next without Sam getting underfoot.  Even if he did know how to fight, and could wield a machete, Dean would worry about him and be distracted.  

Taking what he needed in a duffel bag, he walked out, leaving the door open a crack.  Then he tossed the bag into the back seat, and took off down the winding road, through the small town, and to the closed down paper mill, where the nest was thought to be holed up at.

Parking quite distance away to avoid detection since the blood suckers had sharp hearing, he headed for the the mill.

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Dean + kissing

Dean & Suzy | 9.08

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Fish Tales

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School went horribly. Why? Because Sam forgot to get that water sample that had been the whole point of him going to the water near his house in the first goddamn place. He and his partner sat rechecking all their work so far without anything else to do since Sam didn’t have the water to test. “I’ll get it tonight.” He groaned, hating the feeling of letting his partner down. 

That night he decided to go to a different body of water – didn’t wanna be reminded of Dean. It was crazy to think that mermaids existed. He’d have to call his dad and explain the situation too. Sure Dean hadn’t hurt him, but Dean had seemed irrational and hey–anything was possible. Anddd you’re thinking about Dean again. 

Sam jogged down the small, leafy entryway to the beach, doing his best to push thoughts of Dean away until he spotted him, washed up on the shore – unconscious… and Sam froze, heart dropping deep into his gut. 

He hurried ahead, feet digging into the sand as he ran towards Dean and dropped onto his knees. “Dean!” His voice cracked, eyes suddenly burning out of no where, whipped and overcome with emotion. Sam brushed his hands over Dean’s cheeks and neck and chest. “Oh my god,” he whispered to himself, “You’re dead.” He closed his eyes, tears squeezing out as his stomach did sickening flips. “You’re dead,” he sobbed, “I’m so sorry I let you go… oh God, Dean…”

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Dead.  Dead.  Splash of salty water on him.  Dead.

Thinking it was the strangest dream ever, Dean forced himself to wake up and open his eyes.  His heart leaped when he saw Sam bent over him, touching him.  Flirting with him--no, no, he wasn’t flirting.

Dean sat up, gently forcing Sam back a little.  Sometimes the things Sam did were confusing.  Like right now.  Dean thought the boy needed a kiss, but for all he knew, in human or ‘sam terms,’ this was something other than what it looked like to the merboy.

“The dea.d smell like penguin pitts crossed with otter balls.  I smell like rainbows and sunshine, so I’m not dead,” he said.  He couldn’t help reaching out to catch one of Sam’s tears.  Before it slipped off his finger, Dean licked the small drop.   “MMmm, taste like fun in the sun.”

He’d known that’s what Sam would taste like.  Except, maybe when the sun dipped down, he turned angry?  It was all very confusing.  

“What are you doing here?” he asked.  “This is my beach now.  I claim it.”  He couldn’t help it if he was a territorial creature.  

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Long Lashes And Lipstick

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They were totally gonna regret this later. Sam, especially, probably – since he was the one in the skirt and makeup. They were probably gonna have a full on fist fight later if Dean cracked a single joke about this. But for now, Sam straddled Dean’s hips, bare legs spread wide as he sunk down and gave them both some groin to groin friction. He let out a deeply pleasured noise, satisfied knowing that Dean’s body was beneath him. 

He ran his hands up the back of Dean’s neck and bent down, hesitating for a moment before licking Dean’s mouth open and plunging in with tongue, craving the taste, hips pumping gently in Dean’s lap. “Should I turn around or something?” he breathed into Dean’s mouth, still cupping the sides of his face.

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Heat raged inside Dean, fanned by Sam’s movements, his scent, and the closeness of his mouth.  “Please don’t, not yet,” Dean managed, trying to center himself.  He found himself cupping Sam’s ass and helping him get closer.  “So good, so good, Sammy,” he whispered, closing the distance between their lips.

He kissed Sam.  It wasn’t a soft, gentle kiss, like it should be.  It was the kiss of a mn who’d been in a state of arousal for hours.  Who’d been teased.  Who’d been imagining this for so damned long, he ached between his legs.  So he kissed Sam roughly, needily, grinding against his brother’s hips and getting the pressure he’d needed for so long.

By the time Dean was done with the kiss, right and wrong were banished from his mind.  All he was interested in was Sam.  He cupped Sam’s face, inspecting his now swollen lips, and lipstick that had spread past his lips.  Groaning, he whispered, “never seen anything so beautiful in my life Sammy.”

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The Long Kiss Goodnight

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Immediately, Sam dove into thoroughly researching healing/antidote lore, covering any and all grounds, touching on related topics such as resurrection spells, healers, portals to other words and guardians/reapers who protected them — anything. Sam slammed the book shut, pushing both hands through his dark hair and then diving into more research without so much as taking a full breath as he entered the world of witchcraft. He wished he could find a witch to talk to, but knew there wasn’t enough time. He ran his finger down a list of what appeared to be hundreds of spells – farfetched cures for disorders, diseases, heartbreak, enhancing dog vision…plant revival…?

He emerged from the library roughly two hours later carrying a couple books and a little more desperation than he’d walked in with. He spotted the car, headed right to it and slipped in. “Hope I didn’t make you wait too long – thank you for the ride.” And yeah, it took effort not to yell at Dean about how he was suppose to be resting at home, but Sam needed to keep Dean’s spirits up. 

The books on his lap were covered in different herbs and plants, cursive writing in deep, rich colors. Sam offered a hopeful smile to Dean, leaning in to hold Dean’s face in both his hands, give him what was meant to be a quick kiss but turned into Sam’s lips lingering over Dean’s. “Want me to drive?”  

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“Mmm,” Dean smiled, his lips burning.  His brother had just kissed him like it was the most natural thing in the world.  It wasn’t gonna be awkward between them.  That much was clear.  And it was a big, damned relief.

“Nah.  You ride shot guy.  I always drive,” Dean pointedly told Sam.  Just cause he was dying didn’t mean he was dead yet!  “Get in.”

Once Sam was inside, Dean looked at the books in his hand.  “So what’s all this?” he asked.  He’d hoped that Sam would see it was hopeless.  That all they could do was enjoy their last weeks together.  There was nothing that could be done for him. Nothing.

[yaelstiel]

And if you two bothered to pull your heads outta your asses, it all would have been pretty clear what you’re dealing with.

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AU:  Every Little Sacrifice (A/B/O)

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Sam was lost between panic and future loss.  Cringing away at the laugh, he was wary, almost afraid Dean would call him a freak for some reason.  They’d agreed they wanted each other earlier, he wasn’t sure why Dean was still doubting it now.  Hell, he was pretty sure he’d told Dean he was his.

But the laugh was a little unnerving, even as he spoke again, that worry lingering in his gaze.  He didn’t see how this could work our for the better, unfortunately.  He wanted to ask how, that dad would probably come find them, that they were screwed.  Sam, literally.

But it sounded good.  Running- well, later.  Running when heat was over.  After he had time to get this out of them.  Later, he’d find holes in the not having a pack, the way it affected your life, later, he’d be able to question this more.

Right now, though, he grinned widely, leaning in to wrap his arms around Dean’s shoulders, nodding.  As long as he could be with Dean, just the thought of being with Dean whenever- it sent a shiver up his spine, made him rock a little on Dean, slight mischieviousness there.

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His brother didn’t say a word, and it was starting to freak Dean out all over again. That was until his brother grinned at him, and started to rock.   He rolled his own hips, smirking a little.  “I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’ little brother.  And I’ll take this as a ‘more please,’” he said, at the next jerk of Sam’s hips against his.

He was still deep inside of his brother, held there by his knot.  But he was getting hard again, and he could smell Sam’s arousal.  He rolled over on top of Sam again, kissing him slowly as he rocked against him.  Waves of heat washed over him, but he wasn’t rushed.  He was making love to Sam.  “Love you,” he whispered against Sam’s lips.  “You belong to me.  You ain’t ever gonna belong to anyone else.”

Reiterating what was in his heard, Dean started to fuck Sam, keeping a slow and steady rhythm. 

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Season 3, episode 10 “Dream a Little Dream of Me”

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