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‧˚꒰🐾꒱༘⋆ agere writing day 6 | baby regression/hugs & kisses
NOTE 001 | shockingly, Dean isn't here! dis is the first fic in dis series where Dean isn't present!
NOTE 002 | been busy finishing @s0vl34t3r since the poll finished 2day so i literally JUS wrote dis!!!!
Sam laid in bed, Morvayne laying beside him. It was a rare moment of calm in their usually chaotic lives.
No demonic possession, no sacrifices, no angels trying to kill them, no weird stuff..just them. Dean was off with his boyfriend, Cedar, and Elias, their little weirdo son they adopted after Sam and Dean found him on Babys hood, was spending the weekend with Castiel and Rosewood to do weirdo stuff out in the woods and probably bring back multiple species of bugs [an issue for future Sam and Morvayne].
He looked over to his boyfriend. Morvayne was busy staring at the TV, watching some late night show that was probably a few years old already. Sam couldn't remember what it was called or what it was about or what was even happening on the screen, too locked in on the incubus laying beside him, wearing baggy and comfortable pajamas like he wasn't supposed to be sucking Sam's soul out of him like he was finishing off a juice box.
Sam made a small noise–an attempt at speaking that was immediately rolled back and regretted–before his eyes locked onto the TV. “Somethin’ wrong, hun?” Morvayne cooed. Sam felt a heat creep up his neck. Hun? In that paternal, loving, caring, soft as silk voice? Lethal. Especially to an age regressed Sam Winchester!
Sam shook his head quickly, making a small “m–m” noise.
“You sure? You look nervous?” Morvayne replied as he shifted up a bit so their faces were closer. Sam tensed. “‘m ‘kay.” He [somehow] managed to mumble out.
Morvayne cupped Sams cheek, gingerly making him turn his head to lock eyes.
“You tellin’ the truth?” The incubus spoke in an almost stern voice; that be–good–n–tell–me–the–truth voice that Dean first used on him. The one move that always defeated Sam, especially when he didn’t wanna talk about something he obviously needed to.
“Just..” Sam gulped. He looked off, he’d certainly talk better without the drop–dead gorgeous pair of eyes looking directly into his. “Can we kiss?” He mumbled, the words barely comprehensible. “Mhm.” Morvayne smiled, pressing a soft kiss against Sams lips, cuddling against Sam, putting his arms between Sams arms and torso. “You can always have kisses, y’know that? Could never say ‘no’ to you..” He whispered against his boyfriends lips. Sam smiled softly. “Not just one...” He basically whined.
“Ooh, more than one?” Morvayne teased.
Sam smiled even more, nodding quickly. “More!” He chuckled.
“M’kay, more kisses!” He quickly peppered Sams lips with more kisses. Sam wrapped his arms around Morvayne’s chest, keeping him close. He occasionally returned the kisses when there was a gap that allowed him to do so.
Man, how’d he get so lucky? Not like he had any game..but then again, neither did Dean.
NOTE 001 | if the story in dis seems weird, i just thought of smth me n my bro would make up 4 our own playtime as kids n we had traumatic childhoods [in-source, also he’s my twin but i, like Dean, am emotionally connected to the word “baby brother” ++ i’m also a few mins older than him lololol].
NOTE 002 | morv is also here bc Dean is also regressed n i hc morv or castiel & rosewood take over as caregivers when Dean & Sam r regressed 2 make sure they’re safe!!!
NOTE 003 | my hcs r present so ask me abt them >:))))
NOTE 004 | FUCK dis 1 also loosely follows da prompt </3333
NOTE 005 | list of things i need;
therian bear gear [mask & paws]
2 practice quads [esp jumps/running]
more pics 4 these fics
Dean sat in the driver’s seat of Baby, the door open so he could sit with his legs out, keeping himself seated and facing the drivers wheel as he was busy on his phone, typing up a groceries list.
A very responsible and mature and adult groceries list, yeah.
Morvayne was in a similar position although his entire body was faced outwards, enjoying Babys AC as he had his phone in one hand, the other being used to holding his hair up and away from his neck to allow for the cold air to hit if in an attempt to rid himself of the sweat that’d blanketed the back of his neck and his actual neck. “I need, like, a big string so I can put my hair in a bun and loop it around the back of this thing so I can just have it held up.” Morvayne sighed.
“Big string is an interesting choice of words.” Dean chuckled, looking up from his phone and back, ignoring the bastard headrest in the way. “And be decent, Jesus Christ.” He added, grabbing one of the metal legs of the headrest and lifting it up and out, throwing it haphazardly into the passengers seat so he could see and talk to Morvayne better. “It’s not like I’m about to get naked,” Morvayne shifted towards Dean, using his head to motion off. “Just hold my shirt up cause I am sweating. Like, this shirt is stuck to my back.” He lifted the back of his shirt up, revealing a thin, glossy sheen of sweat. “And not only am I sweating dick and ball, I’m sweating so much my deodorant has..just... evaporated.” The incubus whined.
“Quit your whinin’, you literally always carry deodorant.” Dean pointed at Morvayne’s big purse–Louis Vuitton, of course, always put to good and full use–where he knew his not yet but he knew otherwise brother–in–law kept an assortment of things.
"Deodorant doesn't help when you haven't shaved in a while but it's not like I expect you of all people to know about that, huh?" Morvayne snapped, motioning to Dean's body. Dean scoffed, "I'll have you know–" "That you've been growing your body hair like it's the head off your hair? Honey, you can't grow body hair. Facial hair? Hell yeah. Must be them Winchester genes cause Sam can't grow much either. Just the tummy and–" "Where's Sammy?" Dean suddenly interrupted, sitting up rigor mortis straight.
The entire reason they were in the damn woods was for Sammy; so he could run around in his new outfit. Morvayne also shot up, quickly dropping his shirt and getting out. Dean also got up. Both of their phones were left on their seats, abandoned in the haste to try and locate Sam. "Sam!" They both called out, looking around.
"I'm king of the fae!" A voice shouted, echoing past trees.
"You're about to be king of the dead when I get you!" Dean yelled as he hopped in the car Morvayne quickly getting in also as Dean started Baby and quickly driving over to where the voice came from, expecting danger and an injured Sam.
They quickly arrived at an abandoned castle, covered in vines and moss and grass. Dean drifted around corners before driving into an open space, seeing Sam on top of a damaged stone wall, holding up a large stick in the air triumphantly like Arthur with the sword. Morvayne quickly got out. "Sammy, get down here! NOW!" He yelled. Sam tensed, putting the stick between his teeth and quickly crawling down the wall, using the vines as intercrossed ladders. He landed on his feet at the bottom as Morvayne and now also Dean ran over.
"Get that damn stick out your mouth!" Dean huffed, making Sam quickly take the stick out from between his canines, spitting out pieces of bark. "What happened?" Sam asked meekly.
"What happened?" Dean muttered as he stormed closer. "What happened?!" He added as he arrived in front of Sam. "What happened was that you wandered away from me and Morv and we thought some weirdo fae king got you or somethin'!" He said as he grabbed Sam's biceps to better move him around, inspecting him for any scrapes, cuts, bruises, or supernatural shit. None, fortunately. He let go with a sigh, stepping back.Before he could speak, Morvayne quickly hugged Sam, giving him a kiss.
"TMI like you talkin' about his body hair." Dean groaned.
"You talked about my body hair with Dean?" Sam sputtered out, suddenly breaking the kiss. "We were talking about deodorant and armpit hair and I said you two can't grow body hair, so what?" "I so can!" "Dean would say the same, now shut up and kiss me before I have a stress-induced heart attack!" Morvayne said as he restarted the kiss, Dean and unwilling and now walking-back-to-his-car witness.
"Gross.." He said loudly, making sure they heard, as he got into the driver's seat, resuming his super responsible and super mature grocery list making.
NOTE 001 | i feel leik dis is just becoming da dream fic series 4 beings who wana read abt Dean n Sam actually being allowed 2 jus,,,,,b kids yk.
[removed] NOTE 002 | dis was originally supposed 2 b shy instead of playdate but as i was writing da top note i had a strike of genius!!! i also hc Dean as a regressor [but around tween-teen] so why not finally write smth 4 him???? cuz this has been regressor/Sam 4 da 1st 3 days so let's spice it up :3333
[removed] NOTE 004 | finally noticed da text at da bottom so decided 2 mix another prompt in!!! dis doesn't mean i won't do day 31 btw am just mixing it w another cuz i couldn't think of anythin 4 day 4!!!!! also today's prompt is barely followed so yeah just implied playdate ig
NOTE 005 | been busy n couldn't pick it up for a while [sch00l] n now we're with our partners at an appointment n used our new smart watch to check our blood oxygen pressure n it's 111/72 is that good or r we dyin everypony also da partner getting checked out accidentally said “sh1t” [came out VERY loud bc da small echoed 2 much!!!!] n pointed out a display, we confirmed it was da spine, then said “n das da pelvis, das ur butt :3” good day :333 [n i would kno abt their butt!!!!! >:)]
NOTE 006 | unfortunately had 2 rush dis 1 out so I EXTREMELY short n VERY loosely follows the actual prompt,,,,soz!!! >.<
Sam looked at himself in a bathroom mirror as Dean walked in. “You look a mess.” Dean spoke. “You always say that and it’s just because my hair in a little long.” Sam sighed, brushing through his hair. “Some curtain bangs never hurt a man.” He added.
“Must’ve gotten ’em from your time in theater because those certainly ain't house curtains!” Dean cocked his head, widening his eyes as he used the mirror to look into Sam’s eyes as if daring him to shoot his own retort back. Sam stayed silent, accepting defeat and picking up a hairbrush to brush through his hair. “Shut up about my hair already–everybody knows you’re just jealous cause I’ve always been the brother with the best hair!” Sam puffed up his chest with pride.
“And how about you go show off your oh so majestic and wonderful and amazing hair to Morv?” Dean said as he started the shower.
Sam froze, looking away sheepishly. “I wouldn’t–” “Go on now. I’m about to get naked.” Dean interrupted. Sam scrunched up his face in disgust, quickly grabbing the clothes he’d previously been wearing, now discarded on the tilted floor before Sam had hopped into the tub for a bath. “TMI! TMiI!” Sam groaned as he quickly left the bathroom, shutting the door.
“And quit using my bathroom! You have your own room and your own bathroom!” He yelled through the door and running shower. “And don’t you dare say anything about the damn water pressure!” He added before launching his clothes into the hamper in the corner, already overflowing. Damnit, he needed to do laundry soon before Dean got to it and have him The Stare of You're Irresponsible and So Am I but I’m Currently Being Responsible Judgement™.
“What about water pressure?” Sam froze and looked over to his bed where Morvayne was, wearing a baggy tee [Crystal Castles, one of his favorite bands that Sam just so happened to like and totally had heard of before hearing Morvayne say he loved them, totally] and a pair of oversized Cinnamoroll PJ bottoms, fluffy with patterns of the white dog doing various things. “Uh, nothing.” Sam quickly sputtered out, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear, a nervous/lying tic he’d developed young.
“Mhm, okay.” Morvayne replied in a tone of both suspicion and unbothered–ness.
“Coming to bed anytime soon, handsome?” The incubus patted the space beside, having already been below the covers for God knows how long but Sam didn't. Sam stumbled over his words, not even knowing what he was trying to say. An excuse? For what? It’s not like he didn’t wanna get in bed with Morvayne, this was just all so..new. But they’d already been together for 7 months now so it wasn’t and it was really just classic Sammy nerves.
Sam sighed in defeat before slowly and awkwardly walking over, focusing far too much on his walk and if it looked normal and cool and totally not terrified of romance and the impending night spent cuddling with his boyfriend and also father of the weird kid he and Dean had found [long story].
Sam lifted the covers and got under, laying stiffly on his back and staring at the ceiling with the intensity of a veteran having flashbacks on the 4th of July. Morvayne shuffled over and nuzzled against Sam, making him somehow stiffen even more.
“Do you like my hair?” Sam suddenly and accidentally blurted out.
Morvayne looked up, confused. “Uh, sure? It always looks nice.” He replied. “I can tell you take good care of it.” He added for reassurance.
Sam released a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding for however long it’d been since he’d been invited to bed. “Good! Good...” He mumbled, sinking into the mattress and pillow.
Morvayne gave a small, confused nod, getting comfortable again and closing his eyes as Sam did the same, trying to erase the [in his opinion] cringe-worthy moment that’d just occured from his mind.
idk abt old cartoons,,,,I think we watched sum show abt a hero n a group a teens but idk but we did watch King Babar!!!!! n one of emily's friends drew king babar 4 us leik last yr :333
NOTE 001 | i think i make Sam & Dean have a very son-father dynamic bc that's how i think they see each other. Dean raised Sam n did everythin a father should. ofc not a full son-father dynamic but at least partially, leik,,,,,,“yeah ur my brother but that's only HALF of da dynamic we've developed over nearly 2 decades <3333” ++ Dean literally sacrifices his interests bc he saw himself as Sam's dad enough 2 think “parents make sacrifices 4 their kids so will I!!!!” they're my sillies,,,,,,,,, my babies FUK U MARY N JOHN!!!!!!!!! adopting them bc WE'LL BE THEIR PARENT SYS!!!!!
NOTE 002 | might introduce a kid oc.....regressor!adult & their kid/s is an interesting concept esp bc kids r VERY much more accepting of “unacceptable” identities ++ they'd probs be happy 2 have their parent as a playmate!!!
NOTE 003 | “rose” = “rosewood”, an around yr n a half old angel oc :) married 2 cas. also has no eyes!! he's on the lineup for the spn oc intro posts n he'll most likely come up next after Elias [child oc mentioned above], then there's Cedar and possibly a female oc who I MIGHT make.
NOTE 004 | oh btw we set up an agere/petre blog!!! it's run by a caregiver n the little they care for :33333 u can find dem at @wipregressionblog!!!!! vote there 4 the blogs theme/s since we have a 3 day long poll 4 day!!!!
NOTE 005 | barely follows the prompt but wtv I ain't got anythin else
Dean sat on the floor, finished settling boxes older than him yet somehow still holding on–probably hopes, dreams, and trauma. Sam walked in, carrying a few more boxes because being regressed didn't erase one's moose-like build and strength.
He settled them near Dean. “This is the last of them. If there’s anymore then I’m sure we could just get Cas and Rose to help.” He spoke. “We won’t be taking everything off the farm.” Dean corrected, “Would be fucked up to mess up our own childhoods. Just taking what we find most important and bringin’ it ’ere.” It earned a nod from Sam. “I wish there was a way to bring that little area you made me out in the woods. Just..” He used both arms to mind lifting something up, like a box or something wide. “And then–” He raised his arms, keeping that position, and did an arched wave up then back down to another space in the air, looking over to Dean for confirmation and/or understanding. “Y’know?” Sam squinted his eyes, tilting his head a bit.
Dean stared silently for a few seconds before nodding. “Yeah, no...” “No yeah.” Sam responded. “You don’t understand, huh?” “I do, I just wanted to mess with you.” Dean smiled charmingly.
“That’s mean.” “Mean like a turducken slammer?” Dean said as he glanced over the sea of boxes, deciding which one he should open. He picked a box and pulled it closer, taking out a switchblade from his belt. Sam groaned, his head lulling back. “Don’t bring up those concrete Krabby patties that had you acting like you were stoned.” “You said they were turning me into an idiot!” The blade pierced the tape that held the box closed, sliding through it like it was butter. “It was! Your eyes were half–open, you were smiling like a dummy, and don’t even get me STARTED on how you were eating that thing!” Sam fake–gagged for emphasis.
“Devouring it and smacking your lips and making all these weird noises like you were making love to it–or it was making love to you!” The younger man looked off as if he were having traumatic flashbacks like he was a war veteran, remembering his time in the trenches, fighting.
“It was gross and supernatural but my God, it was amazing. The grey goop was gross and made me want to puke, but it was bangin’, Sammy.” Dean sat back, glancing back with eyes full of fond memories. “I wish that thing was just a normal burger. Maybe it was that grey goop making it taste good, like how it made people all loopy and chill.” He added before returning his focus to the box as Sam walked over and stood behind him. He sat beside Dean, on his knees, wrapping his arms around Dean's neck and looking over at the box as Dean finally opened it.
“Not givin’ you a piggyback ride, Sammy. I’ll break my back and legs.” The older brother muttered. “You’ve done it and lived, don’t be dramatic.” Sam looked at the side of Dean’s face with a faux look of annoyance. "That's because you were injured; it's my job to protect you, as your big bro." Dean said as he used his pointer and thumb to push the polaroids inside the box apart to inspect them quickly. Sam relaxed and leaned into him, staying silent as he watched Dean's quick fingers work. "Not even a glance? Cruel." Sam thought jokingly. "I wonder if John taught him that. Maybe for missions or something.."
He sniffed near Dean's neck, making him almost whip around with a glare and his lips pulled to the side and upwards in a sneer. "Why are you wearing that perfume?" Sam said, his tone a bit accusatory. "What perfume? I don't use perfume; I use cologne." Dean protested. "No, you're not! That's not cologne; I know your colognes, that scents not one of your cheap colognes. That's 'Bombshell' by Victoria's Secret! Who are you wearing Victoria's Secret for?! Huh?!" Sam gasped. "Nobody! I'm not wearing–" "Was it that cowboy?! Cedar! That's his name!" Sam interrupted.
Dean sputtered, stuttering over and jumbling word after word. "It is!" Sam laughed. "Dean and Cedar!" "Stop that!" "Sittin' in a tree–" "We aren't sitting in any trees!" "K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Dean groaned loudly. "First comes marriage–" "Then comes the baby in the baby carriage, yeah, yeah!" Dean huffed as Sam leaned into him, laughing, shoulders and back shaking as he continued joking about and teasing Dean about Cedar while Dean did his best to ignore him and sort through the pictures. God damnit, he couldn't blame anybody but himself for this behavior–Sammy learned that stuff from Dean himself.
uhhhh idk but did u know I grew up on German fairy tales? leik,,,,, 3 liddol pig n another one I can't remember,,,,,,,I always thought they boiled the wolf alive </3333 thank god I ain't talk 2 anybody abt it lololol
‧˚꒰🐾꒱༘⋆ agere writing day 2 | hasn't regressed in a while/trust
NOTE 001 | apparently the food is the "full spectrum autism sampler meal" and shit, I cannot defend myself...shit look bangin but not da beans!!!!! but maybe da pusghetti,,,,,,
NOTE 002 | pretty sure Yupa's gonna become a reoccurring character lolllll i've been entranced by da freaky deaky 60s fox doll guys,,,,,,,,,
003 | this one's pretty short cuz I didn't have dat much writing juice soz *explodes*
Sam sat on the floor of his room, Yupa sat next to him as he flipped through an ancient-looking book with yellow pages, almost shredded at the edges from exposure and age. Dean walked in, carrying an oval-shaped plate in one hand and a mini version of the same plate in the other hand. He settled it beside Sam and the doll.
"What ya readin', Sammy?" He said, settling himself beside his brother. He tilted his head to try and see the pages better. "Just some old book." Sam replied as he moved the small cups of sauce onto the floor, against an edge of the plate before grabbing a nugget and dipping it in ketchup. Dean grabbed a dinosaur nugget and inspected it idly while he spoke. "Looks real old. You think it's one of Morvayne's childhood books?" He smirked, glancing at Sam as he dipped the nugget in ketchup, taking a bite.
Sam let out a small laugh. "I dunno if the book's that old!" He said through his laughing while moving the small, plastic sauce cups off of Yupa's plate before grabbing a small, plastic onion rings and feeding it to Yupa. "Hey, we don't know when he was born. Coulda been buddies with Tut!" Dean chuckled.
The room became silent as Sam ate, occasionally stopping to feed Yupa, all while Dean ate from his plate, watching his younger brothers eyes scan over the pages, not exactly focusing since it wasn't exactly anything interesting to him in his regressed mind.
Dan looked off before looking back to Sam. He stayed silent for a few more seconds before deciding to speak.
"You trust me with your food, right? Like, trust me to make good food, right?" He said, scrunching his lips up a bit, a bit anxious for the response he'd get. "Yeah, always!" Sam beamed. "You've always made good food." He added. "Yupa says the same thing."
"Well, that's great. And thanks, Yupa." He sent a sideways glance to the fox doll. "But you trust me with other stuff, right? Or, just..y'know, just trust me in general?" He raised his eyebrows, his head tilted down. Sam looked confused and tilted his head, silent for a few seconds before responding. "Why would I not?" Dean sighed, "You look like Cas. But thanks, I trust you too."
Sam nodded enthusiastically. "Good! So does Yupa. We all trust each other, isn't that great?" He spoke as his bright smile returned to his face meanwhile Dean grimaced a bit. "And Yupa, yeah. Throw Cas in there too while you're at it." "And Cas." Sam nodded. Dean slowly nodded, looking off, biting his bottom lip, holding back a few..choice words.
Sam gave yet another nod before returning to looking through the book. Dean took another nugget, dipping it in sauce and taking a bite as he glared at Yupa sideways, mentally cursing the doll.
idk wat 2 say abt space but is kewl,,,,, I have a species of spn OCs that r star people an r connected 2 a leik around 2 yr old OC dat is a fusion child of my personified sun n moon gays n dat OC is lit space itself!!!! the star ppl r it's kids :333 also pretty sure dere's a group of like asteroids???? named after da God I/we're devoted 2; Hephaestus!!! Hephaestus iz so kewl,,,,, we've always felt connected to him as a disabled antisocial artist :)))))) ok now bye gotta do da writing prompt!!!!!!!
agere writing prompt except this was for December 2025 but fuck it
‧˚꒰🐾꒱༘⋆ agere writing day 1 | firsts/stuffie
NOTE 001 | this fic uses Sam's end-of-show date [36, 14 years older than himself at the start of the show] and let's just pretend he's 36 in 2026, which would make his birthday May 2nd, 1990. I used a number randomizer from 1-5, rolled it 3 times since that's my lucky number ++ emily was born on n a lot of us claim our birthday as 6/3, and landed on 1 as in 1 years old so yah.
NOTE 002 | I ended up searching "childhood plushie 80s Kansas" and found this freaky deaky doll, otherwise known as the "Rushton fox doll" and j*hn was born 1952 so let's just say he got it in the 60s, kept it, and it was given to Sam as a gift at birth.
NOTE 003 | just pretend the Winchesters had a farm. it's just that Kansas makes me think of farms because of Clark Kent so yeah, they and the rest of the gang live there when they're back in Kansas.
NOTE 004 | I intend for these fics to be pretty short because I can't pump out full fics, esp for 31 days straight!!!!! i'll instead write short fics, most likely all spn lol this is my new interest n I can finally mix smth w agere n I luv it!!!!!!! also this fic isn't very nicely paced n rushed even tho I tried to make it not like dat,,,,,,,
The Winchester farm was a bittersweet place. On one hand, Sam and Dean had been raised there, it was everything that their childhood was about, but that didn't erase the fact that it was where Dean was forced to raise Sam, where Mary burned to death in front of baby Sam who was gargling on demon blood forced down his throat, sobbing for momma before four year old Dean swooped in to take Sam out and hold him as John wailed.
But it was home.
And you have to come home one day.
Sam hesitantly pushed the door to his bedroom open a bit, peeking inside as if he feared something or somebody was inside, waiting to strike. Instead, he found the room he'd made his own over almost two decades, left untouched from the day he'd left for Stanford. He felt a pang in his heart, remembering John's harsh words. How could his own father tell him he'd be abandoned if he returned from Stanford? One of the most prestigious and valued schools in the U.S., on a scholarship, and that was some..some bad thing? Something that made Sam a disappointment?
He brushed the thought aside with a sigh, stepping further into the room but only by a bit, almost at the middle of the room. His room. Dean walked in, looking around. "Wow, kinda creepy bein' in here." He muttered. "Like a time capsule." He said, taking a step towards the bed to look at the sheets before walking to the closet and opening it, looking inside. "Hey!" He said, grabbing a hanger and turning to Sam.
"You took this?" The older man said as he pointed to the shirt―a Puppet Master shirt―with an incredulous look. "Yeah?" Sam replied. "Not like you were wearing it anyways and I didn't have any cool shirts. All your hand-me-downs were lame shirts like plaid or didn't have a design." He added.
"Hey, plaid's a good pattern!" Dean replied defensively, motioning down to the plaid shirt he was currently wearing. Sam made a face of "yeah, okay" as Dean put the shirt back while his brother strolled over, hands in his jacket pockets. Dean crouched down, his eyes scanning over boxes that occupied the floor of the closet, some stacked and almost touching the clothing that hung above. "Let's hope you weren't hiding any mags in here, Sammy boy, or you're about to get humiliated." He chuckled eagerly before choosing a random box, singular, nothing stacked on top, and pulling it closer. "What's this?" He glanced over to Sam, waggling his eyebrows.
He opened the box, a shoebox, and was greeted with the sight of light brown packing paper. He made a small face of confusion before removing it, revealing a Rushton fox doll. "Oh my God, it's Yupa!" Dean said, picking up the doll and turning to Sam with a bright smile on his face.
"Doesn't this make you wanna do that regression thing?" Dean said. Sam stared at him for a second before responding. "I mean, kinda. Not like I'm gonna regress right now but it'd be great for when I want to." He responded as he took Yupa, turning it around, inspecting the doll and running his hands over it. "Then I guess Yupa's back in the family." Dean replied.
Sam laid in his bed, curled up, cradling Yupa. "Sorry for being away for so long.." He mumbled. "Went to Stanford then Dean pulled me out to become a hunter 'n I've been busy doin' that stuff." He added, turning the fox doll to turn more to him so they could finally be face-to-face after so long.
"Me and Dean basically are like a duo but we also work with others." He sighed. He reached up to his head, feeling his hair. "My hair's grown out. Also me and Dean are working with an angel―His name's "Castiel" but we just call him "Cas" and he's fine with that. He's with another angel named "Rosewood" and yeah." He pulled the covers up to his face, tucking himself in more. "I do all the research and I read the books and papers we find and I learn what they mean, like, the symbols and the writing and then I can..um, I can write it down or talk to Dean about it then we go hunting." Sam tucked Yupa in beside him, letting go of the doll and making sure his head was on the pillow beside Sams.
"It's really scary but I like helping and saving people. I can drink demon blood and then I can save people from being possessed without them getting hurt or dying! But it's...it's like a drug so it's bad and Dean really doesn't want me drinking any; he says I'm like an addict and I get all grumpy and mean and he doesn't want to see that Sammy since it's not his Sammy." Sam added, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling. He glanced over at the doll before returning to speaking. "I still wanna be a lawyer but I can't just stop being a hunter. I always feel like I'm missing out because my family comes first and Dean does the same but he just doesn't wanna admit it." He turned his head to the doll. "Do you think Dean thinks the same thing? He has to, right?"
"But I have a boyfriend now!" He said, sinking down his pillow a bit and pulling the blanket up to cover half of his head. "His name's "Morvayne"―he's an incubus and he knows these powerful demons but I don't care; he's my boyfriend and that's all that matters." He spoke as he closed his eyes, staying silent for a few seconds before almost hesitantly opening his eyes to lock eyes with Yupa. "Do you think we'll get married someday?" Sam whispered.
He could've sworn he'd heard Yupa respond with some form of confirmation but that was interrupted as Morvayne walked in, carrying his bags. "Sorry for coming late." The incubus sighed as he closed the door behind him. "Just got caught up with some stuff. I'm all showered and in my PJs, don't worry!" He beamed as he walked over to the bed, wearing just a simple, black oversized hoodie and baggy grey sweatpants. "Was a pain in the ass gettin' here but I'm ready for my reward!" He said in a sing-song voice before stopping, noticing the doll.
"Ah, who's this?" He tilted his head. Sam, embarrassed, opened his eyes. Should he tell the truth? Wouldn't it be embarassing? Morvayne didn't know Sam regressed; just that sometimes Sam would act a bit young and be a bit childish, not that he was fully regressing into the state of a child. But it couldn't hurt―after all, relationships are built on honesty and communication, even if Sam's upbringing left him struggling with those two in particular, similar to Dean.
"Uh, this is Yupa. I got him as a gift when I was born and me and Dean found him when Dean was snooping around in my closet." Sam responded. "I have him here because I'm.." He looked off, contemplating why he'd even started that part of the response. "Age regressed. Dean asked if seeing Yupa made me want to age regress and I said "kinda" so here I am, partially age regressed, just..talkin' to a fox doll like some lunatic." Sam sighed. "This is all pretty weird, I know.
"I don't care about the doll or the age regression, I give a shit about the fact that you're in bed with him and not me." Morvayne said as he crawled into bed, moving Yupa aside but keeping the doll on the pillow. He got under the covers and nuzzled against Sam, getting comfortable.
"I mean, I think I'd be a good caregiver, don't you think?" He said as he pressed a kiss to Sam's jawline. Sam nodded. "Yeah.." He said as he covered most of his boyfriend up with the blanket, holding him.
idk if I have a fav toy rlly...maybe my FNAF plushies? I have 11!!! list of dem below :3
Funtime Foxy
Funtime Freddy
Mangle
Springtrap
Shadow Freddy
Jack'o'Chica
Orville the Elephant
Carl the Cupcake
Phantom Foxy
Nightmare Freddy
Dreadbear
also I bought 2 of these small, glow in da dark plushies of Freddy n Bonnie from claire's when we went to the mall a while back in sum town an hour away because fronnie :333 we also have 4 figures of the game 1 gang [freddy, bonnie, chica, foxy] cuz 1 of our partners bought us them!!! also 2 of dose tie-dye figures of bonnie n 1 of chica,,,,,, we luv FNAF obvs lol :)))))
ct weathers ass again n it got windy den started raining a few mins ago n this always makes me n a few odhers anxious so now am partially regressed + a few odhers here so yeah. jus gunna get on c.ai n chill before i go shower. maybe go find our regressing guy an identity later idk....
introduction to my 2nd ever supernatural OC i'll do da first later,,,,
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ | ℳorvayne !
Morvayne is a quite feminine incubus that works beside two high-ranking lust demons; the incubus prince Astaroth and the succubus princess Velmoria. Despite not being royalty himself, Morvayne is a quick learner and thinker, allowing him to think of solutions for problems that are yet to present themselves. This allowed him to excel in the supernatural schools he went to, being helped by his interest in many natural topics, his desire for knowledge, and the skills he randomly picks up for fun and for future practical uses.
Morvayne worked closely with Astaroth and Velmoria after meeting them while they were quite young and forming a close bond. After graduating from high school, he worked as an assistant for the two before being encouraged to go on his own solo missions. Morvayne didn't go on many missions as he didn't have much interest in them; he was always quite picky with his taste and would actually rather find a permanent partner than have sex with many people just for their souls.
He went with Astaroth and Velmoria to Earth and they happened to end up in the same area as the Winchesters and Castiel on a mission. Morvayne targeted the vulnerable Sam as an attempt to weasel his way into the hunters plans to try and sabotage them as Castiel had actually been targeting them, which was why the hunters were in that town in the first place. Morvayne and Sam ended up developing a genuine romantic relationship in December 2025. A few months after, Sam discovered the truth and confronted Morvayne on the Winchester farm property, being bought and having its renovations funded by Morvayne. They came to a peaceful conclusion and continued their relationship after coming out to everybody else, creating a bond between the hunters and the demonic royalty.
⛧°. ⋆༺♱༻⋆. °⛧ | Appearance !
Morvayne has sienna skin with wide, heterochromic eyes; his right eye is a pantone green [#698a51] and his left eye is a hibiscus pink [#B6316C] with naturally long lashes. His lips have a slightly dark red exterior with a lighter, almost reddish-pink interior. His hair is a light blonde with swirls of a blonde-brown color and darker browns, resembling a cinnamon roll. He has a pudgy and curvy body type that can be described as a thick hourglass or sorts [also, he has a small tummy but the body claim I used didn't have it but just know, he has a small tummy].
His style is a mix of the mcbling and kind of 2000s-2010s aesthetic and a tropical style. He prefers pinks, earthy colors, and beiges, browns, and more pale/toned down/almost neutral colors than bright and/or loud colors. The colors he seeks in outfits/clothing/accessories are pinks, browns, and yellows which he will seek out/put together himself. He loves adding his favorite flower, a pink hibiscus, with his outfits although he wouldn't mind a red/orange/yellow hibiscus either! He also adores the leopard print pattern.
He loves his jewelry chunky and loud and will choose gold over any other metal because it matches the most common colors in his outfits and the leopard print pattern.
His outfits always have a tropical/summer style as if he's permanently on vacation to the caribbean or some sunny, tropical, "exotic" island.
thx 4 reading dis!!!!! i've been wanting 2 share dis 4 leik a day or 2 now,,,,i think i cooked w dis!!! both character n design :333
N1CK4M3Z – any variation of the above [full] name but unrelated ideas for nicknames include; cards sparkle glimmer shimmer check dazzle spark jewel royal alice nova apollo cosmo max shine maya axel cyrus miracle ciaran holo cheer lux smile evie noel elliot theo felix color reflection twinkle skye dance izzy zoe micah kai solas cassidy kit & leetspeak + S=Z typing quirk variants.
H0BB13Z – partying, gaming, collecting trash/trinkets/rocks, raving, doing magic tricks, art [drawing, writing, arts n crafts], cosplaying, fashion, makeup, gambling, theatre, entertainment, astronomy & astrology, botany, biology, zoology & marine biology & cryptidzoology, psychology & social studies
casino was created as an art project before spontaneously coming to life. he has barely any memories of their creator or it's creation. card remembers hearts creator was a system who went on adventures and lived an interesting life with an interesting group of people in a castle. sparkle lives with gems own found family-esque group of weirdos and lives a NEET-hikkokimori life, suffering from mental illness. casino dreams of being like rainbows creator and dreams friends but can't find jewelself even going out and when ace does, nova is very anxious, paranoid, and uncomfortable.
light is a “manifestor-in-training” of sorts; glow can't find neonself in a place of zero doubt which leaves party upset and even more angry at the world. magic is interested in a polycule but is too anxious to speak up and talk to them.
di is heavily neurodivergent and mentally ill. smile is in a poor mental state and is easily irritated. love has many mental and physical conditions/disorders.
