Kathyn

[kittenofdoomage]

Sam and Dean Winchester

“Inhibiscus” - An unusual witch case leads to an unusual distraction.

“A Lick Of Inspiration” - It’s hard to write something you have no experience of. Luckily, your two roommates are more than happy to lend a hand. A/N: this is imagined with S4/5 Dean and Sam in mind, physically.

“Not Letting Go” - (A/B/O) - Reuniting with the Winchesters brings an unexpected change, one they’re going to need to help you with.

“Over The Hills And Far Away” - Y/N is a nymph, imprisoned for years in Magnus’ zoo, and finally freed upon his death. She finds her way to the bunker and begins to discover the human world…

“What You Had” - (A/B/O) - She’s an Omega who has suffered two years of being the toy for a pack of Alpha werewolves. When Sam and Dean inadvertently rescue her, she’s faced with fighting for her memories, as well as her life.

“Gluttony” - (A/B/O) - It’s an excuse for A/B/O smut. Barely a plot.

“Weather The Storm” - Motel rooms suck. Especially during a thunderstorm. Luckily, you’re not bunking alone.

“When You Wish Upon A Star” - Part One / Part Two - Dean’s a demon and you and Sam have been trying to track him down. While Sam picks up a lead in Kansas, you head over to Chicago, following a tip that lands you in more trouble than you expected.

“Mark Of Elysium” - Roman!AU - Sam Winchester returns home after years at war only to find his father murdered and brother missing. He is determined to find out what happened, even if it means making an enemy of the Roman Empire.

“Blood And Honey” - (A/B/O) - You’re an Omega nurse, working at the local max security facility. Unhappily married, your world is turned upside down when two highly dangerous inmates stage a breakout, and decide to take you with them… This is a world where the Winchesters don’t have morals.

“Custom Made” - I had this nifty little dream and wrote it down. This is PWP of the BDSM/threesome kind. 

“Died Happy” - It’s an excuse for tentacle porn.

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[rosworms-is-shadowbanned]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

When his dad comes back into the clearing with a scrawny kid he’s just bought in tow, Dean isn’t surprised. He knows Lilim aren’t human, that they’re creatures, like witches or wendigo.

But the kid that John’s got by the arm, who’s pulled as far away from Dean’s dad as possible without actually trying to get his arm back, the kid whose eyes don’t leave John and are bright with fear, the kid who looks like he hasn’t eaten in a couple of days and is obviously favoring his left leg…

This kid looks an awful lot like a person. And what’s more, he’s the same age Sammy would have been.

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Okay, this series is amazing and I love it. It’s been haunting me all day at work after I finished reading this morning.

[spnlittlebro]

oh i love to read weechester, teenchester and de-aged sammy fics. am i a bad person, that i love hurt/sick wee-sammy so much? i'm sure it's just because of the fluffy comfort that comes with it.. 😉sue me.. since you are absolutely the bestest and adorablestest, do you have some nice fics for me? 😍

So many fics around young sam! We’ve rec’d some of these through the Wee!Sam rec lists (1, 2, 3, 4) so how about we focus on de-aged Sam?

Monster by foolsdancePairing: Gen | Rating: PG-13 | Wordcount: 23,600 | Archive: LJFollowing the disastrous events in Colorado, Sam and Dean encounter a new problem. An unknown creature changes Sam into his twelve year old self. Going from bad to worse, they are caught by the FBI, who believe Sam has been kidnapped by Dean as a replacement for his missing brother. It’s up to Sam to break Dean out of custody, not easy when you’re suddenly a pint sized foster kid.

Goodnight, Moon by dragonflysoulPairing: Gen | Rating: PG | Wordcount: 42,736 | Archive: AO3Leaning further into each other, they stood their ground. It was how they had survived every storm they’ve ever weathered. It was how they would survive this one too.

Degeneration by lanri Pairing: Gen | Rating: G | Wordcount: 21,953 | Archive: AO3In which Sam turns into a kid and Dean flails a lot.

New by themegalosaurusPairing: Gen | Rating: G | Wordcount: 1026 | Archive: AO3Sam wakes up different when his soul’s put back.

To End Your Suffering by miss_annthropicPairing: Gen | Rating: n/a | Wordcount: n/a | Archive: LJThe forest was bombarded with a blinding light. When it faded, Dean stared down at the body before him. It was Sam, Dean knew, but only because Dean remembered what Sam had looked like at four years old.

Setting Things Right by maxandkizPairing: Gen | Rating: PG | Wordcount: 75,117 | Archive: ffnetAfter a talk with Bobby, Castiel sets out to make things right between the Winchester boys again. Warning: mention of things that happen in Season 4 up to the episode It’s a Terrible Life.

And how about we add on one reincarnated Sam fic?

God Help Us by mentholpixiePairing: Gen | Rating: G | Wordcount: | Archive: LJAU tag to Swan Song. God has never given Dean one single damned thing that he asked for. Except this.

[orontes]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Original Female Character Additional Tags: POV Outsider, Case Fic, Weechesters, POV First Person, POV Female Character, POV Original Character, Podfic Available Summary:

We lost seven teenage boys from the shelter in the summer of ‘97. The last were a pair of brothers so wrapped up in each other that I never had a chance to save them. Their names were Sam and Dean.

[spectaculacular-sammy]

What the Hell is Easter without a Chocolate Bunny?

I don’t typically post my Ao3 fics on here, but I am just so in love with this little teenchester Easter fic that I just have to share. My other stuff can be found on Ao3, HERE.

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“You can just tell me, Dean,” an eleven-year old Sam Winchester proclaimed to his brother while rolling his eyes.

“You can believe in whatever the hell you want, Sammy,” Dean laughed, mirroring his brother’s eye roll. “You believe in the Easter Bunny, and you get hooked up. Me? I just get to steal your candy. Go to bed, bitch, it’s after midnight.” He chucked a pillow in Sam’s direction.

“There’s no school tomorrow, jerk,” Sam answered in that annoying-little-brother-tone, but climbed into his lumpy motel bed anyway, shoving the pillow behind his head. “You swear the Easter Bunny is real?”

“It’s real, kiddo. Go to sleep.”

Dean sat in the dark on the saggy motel sofa, nursing a beer from his pilfered six-pack. Not like John Winchester noticed it was gone, and not like he noticed anything except for the weather maps that Uncle Bobby sent him and that damn journal his nose was always buried in. He certainly didn’t notice that it was Easter, and that Sam still believed in the Easter Bunny.

After an hour long George Foreman Grill infomercial played on the staticy black and white TV, Dean silently got up from the sofa, crept passed a softly snoring Sam, and tiptoed out of the motel room. He sprinted across the motel parking lot and the highway, up to the twenty-four hour Gas ‘n Sip. There was only twenty bucks in his pocket along with a couple handfuls of change, but it would be enough. It always was.

Up and down the aisles of the convenience store, Dean filled his shopping basket with all the two-for-a-dollar candy he could find: jelly beans, Red Vines, Cadbury Eggs, Robin’s Eggs, and Reese’s Pieces, but he couldn’t find one damn chocolate bunny. Because what the hell was Easter without a damn chocolate bunny?

He found a minnow bucket for the Easter basket, tossed in a couple apples and oranges because he knew his health-nut little brother loved that shit, and made one more circle around the store.

“You lookin’ for somethin’?” The gas station attendant asked out of nowhere.

“Yeah,” Dean answered. “Tryin’ to make my kid brother’s Easter basket. You got any of those chocolate bunny things?”

“Nope. Sorry, we’re out. Put the last ones on the shelf earlier tonight,” the blue-vested guy behind the counter told Dean with a sorrowful look while he pointed to an empty shelf next to the counter.

“Damn,” Dean muttered under his breath then grabbed the biggest bar of chocolate he could find. On his way up to the counter, he snatched a bag of baby carrots out of a cooler only because it made him snicker under his breath, but mostly because he knew Sam would love it.

He paid for his things, tucked the bags under his arm, minnow bucket hanging off his wrist, and made his way back across the highway. The motel room key made a tiny click when the lock turned, and Dean winced, thinking it would have woken Sam up, but he was fast asleep sprawled out in the middle of his queen-sized bed like a starfish. Dean chuckled softly to himself and took his place back on the sofa.

Carefully, he placed all the loot in the black and yellow minnow bucket with the huge chocolate bar on top, but it didn’t look right. Gotta have the damn chocolate bunny.

As quietly as he could, Dean took the chocolate out of the wrapper and dug his pocket knife out of his jeans. He was going to give Sammy that damn chocolate bunny if it took him all night. With careful cuts and whittles, Dean sat on the sofa, carving that chocolate bar into a bunny – ears, tail, and all.

It was 4AM when Dean finally made it to bed, his belly full of chocolate chunks and shavings from carving the bunny, and he wasn’t even cranky when Sam woke him up four hours later with that goofy grin on his face, digging into his minnow bucket.

Of course, Sam ate an orange and an apple first, tossing Dean handfuls of candy like they were at a parade, and Dean just grinned at his little brother. How many more years will I get this? Dean wondered to himself, his smile fading just a little bit. One? Two? Or will this be the last one? Please, Sammy, just be a kid a little while longer…

[clervescent]

Doodle request: Little Dean teaching baby Sam how to count? :3

“okay sammy, you ready? one…two… three…”

[moonlightdistractions]

[hippychick006]

Started out cute, took a dramatic left turn into rip my heart out why don’t you!

[stilldeanslittlebrother]

Battered & Bruised | Sam & Dean | Teenchesters | Closed

Sam had locked himself in his room again. Or better said, Dean had ordered him to stay in his room and then locked the door. There was still the window, but, Sam knew better than to piss Dean off and escape through the window. 

He tried to block out the noises coming from downstairs, but it was as good as impossible. He plopped down on his bed and pulled the pillow over his ears, trying his hardest not to cry.

He waited for the telltale sound of the front door slamming shut, because then Dean would come upstairs and unlock his doors and he could inspect the damage on his big brother’s body.

God, how he hated this. And it was all his fault.

[pocketfullofpadalecki-blog-blog]

they fuck and nothing you say can convince me otherwise 

[belleuse-deactivated20140505]

[unicornempire]

“Hey Sammy- Guess you could say I’m… Carrying a torch for you-!”

[bottomdiluc]

Jared gets five hundred percent more hands-y with boys when he drinks, he lets them touch him, lets them maneuver him any which way they want, and I’m not saying Jared wants to have a boy fuck him, but I’m totally saying Jared wants a boy to fuck him.

[kittenofdoomage]

Sick And Twisted

Summary: Based off a drabble song prompt from @hideyourdemoneyes -  “ I’ve always thought the song In the Shadows by Rasmus fit a kind of darker fic, boyking!Sam or demon!Dean - Wincest or reader insert, either or" - obviously, it’s me, so this turned into a oneshot, even though I tried to keep it to a drabble.

Pairing: Reader x Wincest (Demon!Dean and Soulless!Sam)

Warnings: WINCEST. Threesome. Smut, sex, you know, the usual. Oral. Anal. It’s filth.

Word Count: 1950

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You loved when winter drew the nights in closer, and these days you loved it all the more. An excuse to seek warmth from the two men who held your heart, both of them dark in their own respect, and they willingly gave what you requested. Tonight, though cold, found you tied down against the large postered bed in one of the spare bedrooms of the bunker; the rope biting into your wrists where you squirmed, trying to warm your naked skin against the frightful chill.

Dean’s fingers made the cold worse, lust blown green watching your every move as you wriggled against your bonds, Sam’s mouth only torturing you further where he left dark bruises along your inner thighs. Both Winchesters were naked, but uncaring of the low temperature in the room – the fact didn’t surprise you. Somewhere upstairs, Sam’s soul was hidden, removed from him once Dean had become the twisted black creature the Mark had designed, and you…you didn’t fight it.

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destiel (and I cannot stress this enough) doesn't exist

[brosinlove]

right in front of me

[queensheebs]

what a legend

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[kittenofdoomage]

“The Pieces Of Us” (A/B/O) - Dean and Sam are trying to fix the Colt, but there’s something more important that needs fixing.

“Sweat” - (A/B/O) - This is my first Wincest A/B/O fic. Unbeta’d, all mistakes are my own.

“Space” - Sam is at college and finds a piece of his past, just as another piece turns up on his doorstep.

“In The Shadows” - Dean’s a demon and the throne is his. But it’s not all he wants. Top!Dean.

“Don’t You Want To Know What It Is?” - There’s a present under the tree for the first time in years. Top!Dean

“Sick And Twisted” - Wincest x reader

“Three In A Bed” - Part One / Part Two - Wincest x Omega!reader - Dean and Sam have an unconventional relationship, being two Alphas and, er, brothers. Sam’s been having dreams about an Omega - Dean’s skeptical. But what happens when they find her, and she belongs to both of them?

“Brother’s Blood” - Sam is ruler on the throne of Hell, and Dean his willing pet. He’s the only demon Sam will drink from, and Dean is quite happy to be whatever his brother commands.

“Knee High” - It’s porn, of the Wincest variety, where Dean discovers his fetish for Sam in heels, even if he doesn’t need the extra inches. Set circa season three.

“Substitution” - Sam finds out Dean’s been doing some earning on the side, and he’s not happy about it.

“Dark” - Wincest x reader - The reader is a witch, who has found herself in a rather complicated relationship with Demon!Dean and Soulless!Sam.

[amberandmetal]

Happy birthday, Sammy

Author: @waywardkitten Featuring: Wincest Square filled: Weecest Warnings: Slight angst. John’s A+ parenting. Mostly just fluff Rating: Teen and up Word count: 3320 Summary: Sam presents as an omega 2 weeks before his fifteenth birthday. John comes home, finds out and acts like John does. Cue big brother Dean and his Cheer Sam up masterplan. A/N: Okay. First of all, I took some creative liberties here because this story is more or less set to a playlist that you can find here (I strongly suggest you listen to it while you read) but the song of most significance (Pearl jam- Just breathe) was released in -09. But for the sake of the story let’s just pretend that that song is a cover of some obscure band who wrote it sometime in the early eighties, mkay? Second, this is inspired by this scene from The perks of being a wallflower and this scene from SPN season 3. Thirdly, I mostly write smut but when I do write fluff, like this, it tends to be tooth-rotting and sappy beyond sanity. Don’t judge me. But yes, if it is indeed super cute fluffy a/b/o weecest you’re looking for, you’ve come to the right place. Enjoy ~ Kind words & feedback are food to a creative mind ♡

“Son of a-”

“Aouch”

“Godammit”

His fingers were stiff from the cold night air and his face felt clammy and wet from his own warm, wet breaths as he leaned his forehead against the steering wheel of his father’s Impala.

He could still hear the disappointed tone in John’s voice ringing in his ears; and the look of complete devastation on his brother’s face was something he feared would never fade from his memory.

“Almos-”

“What the hell”

“Come on you motherfucki-”

A loud noise from inside the ratty old house made his body jolt in fear before he realised it was only his dad’s drunken snores from the living room couch. Closer to him was the bedroom he and Sammy shared, and if he listened closely, which he really tried not to, he could hear a soft muffled crying coming from the other side of the frostbitten window. 

Dean could picture his little brother way too vividly, curled up on the bed with his face pushed hard into his pillow to conceal the sobbing; the reason he could picture all of this so clearly was that he’d seen it on one too many occasions, and that knowledge was enough to make his heart break a little. He knew how ashamed Sam felt every time their father made him cry.

Dean sighed and gritted his teeth in a gesture of determination. “Come on, Baby. For me?”

He connected the exposed wires again and with a roar the Impala’s engine came to life. Dean slumped back on the seat with a satisfied huff and patted the dashboard. “Knew you had it in ya”

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[sobforsirius]

apparently in 15/16th century venice all the men were so obsessed with having sex with each other that the local female prostitutes had no trade ..anyway… one dude that visited wrote in his diary of “perfumed young men dressed in shirts open at the chest who ‘incited lust’ with their ‘luxurious and venereal’ behaviour” and if that’s not a strong aesthetic inspiration idk what is