Some fans: Don’t ship wincestttt blah blah blah
meanwhile…
Actual quote from Supernatural while Dean is giving bedroom eyes to Sam: I’m doing all I can not to come over there and rip your throat out….with my teeth.
tell you what i’ll stop shipping them when they stop being so fucking GAY for each other. lol
i have a ficlet request! can mary find out that sam and dean have a more-than-brotherly relationship by walking in on them and deciding she wants to join in? 👉👈
YES SHE ABSOLUTELY FUCKING CAN
Mary stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide. Oh. Oh.
When she searched the bunker looking for her boys, this was not what she expected to find. And when she'd heard the grunting and groaning coming through Dean's cracked bedroom door, she expected to push it open and see him working out.
Although... What he was doing could certainly be considered a workout, if the way he was white-knuckling the blanket under him and arching his back was any indication. Even if Sam was the one doing most of the work, on his knees above Dean, abs clenched and arms corded tight as he pounded his hips.
And then he looked up and froze in place after a hard thrust and Mary realized that she probably should've left as soon as she realized what was going on.
Dean groaned after a moment, squirming in place and complaining, "Sam, c'mon man, fuck me," and Mary lost her breath.
"Mom," Sam said, half acknowledging Mary's presence and half informing Dean of it.
The jerk of movement from Dean at the word drew Mary's attention, breaking her stare with Sam, and she watched his erection pulse against his stomach, dripping precum. "Fuck, yeah, Mom, wanna fuck Mom, too," Dean groaned, grinding his hips against Sam's.
Sam finally looked down at him and clarified, "Dean. Mom's here."
When Dean opened his eyes and tilted his head back to look upside down at Mary, she bit her lip at the way his lips, full and damp and kiss-swollen, parted, his mouth pulled open from the angle. She remembered that mouth at her breast once upon a time and wondered where her motherly instincts went. She most definitely should not desire that mouth at her breast again.
"Mom," Dean said, sounding dumbfounded and ruined, and Mary watched his hand let go of the blanket to fly to his cock and for a moment she thought he was hiding it from her, until she saw his fingers wrap around it tightly and stroke.
"Dean," she replied breathlessly. She needed to leave. She needed to leave now, this was completely inappropriate, but instead of taking a step back, she moved forward. Movement from Sam drew her attention, and she watched as he pulled back from Dean. She froze again, worried he was stopping, but after the slow drag back, he pushed back forward. Dean moaned. So did Mary.
Reaching out with one hand beckoning her, Sam repeated, "Mom."
Mary stepped forward again, half mesmerized. As she rounded the corner of the bed, her gaze moved to where her boys were connected and she gasped. She wasn't an idiot, she knew what they were doing, but she didn't expect the sheer size of Sam, buried deep in his brother, stretching Dean's ass wide. "Oh my god," she breathed.
"Mom," Sam said again, and Mary slowly dragged her gaze back to his. "Come on."
"Yeah," Dean added, holding his cock upright by the base. "Come on my dick." He moaned, clearly picturing his words as he said, "Come all over my dick."
"Dean," Sam said quietly, a warning to not scare Mary off.
He didn't need to be concerned, as Dean's words made Mary clench, and she finally gave up the fight to pretend she wasn't completely aroused by what she was seeing, and that she didn't want to do exactly what Dean suggested.
Mary stripped quickly, the boys watching her as Sam continued to lazily stroke into Dean, and just as Mary was shedding the last of her clothes, Dean held out his hand. "Gimme those."
With a half-smile, Mary stepped up to the side of the bed and dropped her panties into Dean's hand, watching him bring them up to his face. The thought flitted across her mind that he was just like his father that way, but she knew better than to say it.
Distracted by watching Dean, Mary didn't notice Sam moving until his hand slipped between her thighs, and she stumbled into the side of the bed as her knees tried to give out beneath her.
“You’re so wet,” Sam said, his voice low and warm and awed.
Dean made a noise of agreement, and Mary flushed slightly as she realized Dean hadn’t needed to touch her to know that she was soaked for them, because of them.
Curling his fingers in a come hither motion that had him dipping into her, Sam coaxed, “Come up here, Mom.”
Mary climbed up on the bed without further incentive and knelt next to her boys, slipping her arms over Sam’s shoulders and kissing him hard. He slid two fingers into her and she felt him thrust his hips hard, heard the muffled groan from Dean.
“Next time I’m gonna fuck you,” Sam promised, nipping at Mary’s lips, jaw, down her throat as he growled the words. Her breathy reply of “yes” was lost between them as he continued, “but this time it’s Dean turn.” He kissed her again, devouring her mouth, before pulling back and manhandling her so she was straddling Dean’s waist, facing him.
Looking down at him, Mary saw Dean watching with hooded eyes, his face flushed, her panties in his mouth. “Taste good, sweetheart?” Dean moaned and nodded and Mary reached between her thighs, gathering up her arousal. “Do you want more?” she asked, offering her fingers to her.
Dean pulled the panties out of his mouth, and Mary brushed her fingertips across his lower up. As Dean grabbed her wrist to lick her fingers clean, Sam took her by the hips, moving her back where he wanted her, and she had to bend over, bracing herself on her free hand. A moment later, she felt Dean’s hard cock at her entrance, and Sam helped guide her down until she was fully seated.
She didn’t even notice right away that Dean held her fingers between his teeth, straining to not bite down too hard as he was wrapped up in the sensation of filling his mother and being filled by his brother at the same time.
“Dean’s close,” Sam said, squeezing Mary’s hips. “He might come before you.”
Dean made a disgruntled noise, mumbling, “Hey!” around Mary’s fingers.
Mary shook her head, pulling her hand away from him and using it to help keep herself up. “Just fuck me,” she breathed, bending down to kiss Dean and licking the taste of herself from his tongue. She let Sam guide her into a rhythm, both of them moving together, Dean writhing beneath them.
And then one of Sam’s hands slipped from her hip to between her thighs, rubbing over her clit and Mary swore into Dean’s mouth, breaking the kiss to pant for breath. She’d never been built up so quickly, never been so close to coming from so little.
Then again, she’d never walked in on two gorgeous men fucking each other before. The fact that they were her sons... Well, that just made it better.
They sped up, Mary and Sam moving in tandem as Dean babbled their names, his body tense on the bed, his eyes glassy and little delirious. He was so close, she could see it on his face, and the fact that she’d never seen that expression on him before didn’t make a difference. She jerked, bumping against Sam and disrupting the rhythm.
Sam grabbed one of her hands, pulling it back so she was back with her weight on one arm, and guided it to her clit. “Touch yourself,” he demanded, and took both hips in his hands again, moving her how he wanted.
And how he wanted was a couple of quick thrusts followed by a deep, dirty grind on Dean’s cock, the pressure of it bottoming out inside her making her groan. She moved her fingers over her clit as quickly as she could, clenching around Dean.
Losing the ability to hold back, Dean’s hands gripped Mary’s thighs, fingers digging in as he tried to thrust further inside, his cock pulsing his orgasm into her.
Mary came just moments later with a cry, and fell forward across Dean’s chest, shuddering. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her as she writhed through the aftershocks.
As they both came down, Sam chased his own climax, pounding roughly into Dean’s ass and staring down at the place the three of them were joined. It was watching the trickle of cum slip out of Mary and down Dean’s cock that set him off, and he let out a tight growl as he came, filling his brother the same way Dean had filled Mary.
Pulling out carefully, Sam collapsed to the side, catching his breath.
Mary turned her head out of Dean’s shoulder as they all calmed and said, “Well. This wasn’t what I expected when I came here.”
Sam just looked at her, but Dean tensed. “Are you upset?”
Lifting her head, Mary smiled down at him. “No, honey, I’m not upset,” she assured him, kissing him lightly. “I think I’ll be upset if this never happens again, though.”
With overlapping voices, both of them assured her that it would definitely happen again, and Mary grinned, shifting to Dean’s other side so he was sandwiched between her and Sam.
Sam, homely cuddled into a stiff mattress wearing one of Dean's hoodies. It barely fits him, having finally grown into his limb length.
Dean unlocks the motel door quietly, padding into the room carefully before taking his boots off and stepping into the bathroom to take a leak. He spares a glance at Sam, curled nearly into a ball in his hoodie.
Sam's features are soft, hair long and well kept, lashes dark and laying carefully upon his pink dusted cheeks. His lips are plump, a spit shine coating them. He drools in his sleeps, but he doesn't know that. Dean does, however.
It's safe to say, for Dean, that a quick trip to take a leak will no longer be a quick trip to take a leak.
Warnings: just fluff, maybe you can consider soft!six a warning
Rating: 14+
Word Count: this is just a silly lil drabble
Summary: six hates the cold, and on a particularly chilly december morning, all he wants is to be cozy with her. no use of y/n, third person, and lowercase is intended
"good morning," she croaked softly as she slowly opened her eyes. six was lying right next to her, one arm around her waist and the other tucked under the pillow.
he was barely awake, his body heavy and groggy with sleep. the first thought that registered in his mind was cold. even under the large quilt, he was cold. neither the t-shirt nor the sweatpants did much to help, but there was one source of warmth.
her.
six wrapped his arm just a little tighter around her waist, gently pulling her closer with a small grunt. he brought his head down to the crook of her neck, inhaling her soft vanilla scent that always grounded him.
he felt both her arms slink around him, holding him close. "are you cold?" she asked quietly, her head resting just above his. she was gently rubbing her hands up and down his back, the friction adding a little warmth to his chilled body. "you feel cold."
all he could do was nod. he wasn't sure if she was cold, all snug in her pajamas and nestled under the covers. but he was. god, why did winter have to be so damn cold?
she hummed softly and shifted to be as close to him as possible, her legs tangling with his own. her body just radiated heat, and six, who felt like an icebox, couldn't get enough of it.
"you're so cozy," he murmured. "please don't get up."
there was a soft laugh above him. "i won't, baby. don't worry." her hands moved up to gently run through his hair, slowly working their way through his golden locks. "you know, maybe i should start using your conditioner."
six huffed in confusion, his beard tickling the side of her neck as she rested her chin on his head. "why?"
"your hair is always so soft. i don't understand. either you're magic or you just buy really good conditioner."
she could've sworn she heard a whine as six cuddled closer. "maybe i am just magic," he mumbled, clinging to her needily.
"i would believe it." her hands never stopped their steady movements across six's scalp, practically lulling him back to sleep.
his grip never loosened, though; he was like a koala on a tree as he held on to her under the covers.
with a gentle kiss to his forehead, she nuzzled close and whispered in his ear "i love you, frosty."
six smiled sleepily and lazily kissed her collarbone. "i love you too, lavagirl."
she laughed at that, a ringing laugh that brought another smile to his face.
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