[lawboy205]

the span of his back. The span of his back. Dean's palm cover half of it, pressing down and watch his hand sinks, watch sam dips further into the matress. Down. Pinned. The kid struggles, wheeze, but Dean just pressed harder. Keept sam in place. To keep Sam in place.

Nothing but the feeling of sam beneath him.

[mistvale210-deactivated20260522]

Soldier Boy Ben × Hot Soccer Mom Sam

Summary:

After retiring from superhero life, Ben keeps a low profile and takes a job as a PE teacher at an elite private school.

Sam is a handsome, sexually frustrated stay-at-home mom in his mid-thirties. His husband is a executive who travels constantly and is rarely home.

At the school’s parent-child sports day, Ben and Sam lock eyes. The attraction is instant and intense. Soon, the two begin a passionate secret affair.

（Just jotting down the story premise for now; I'll write it when I have time.）

[rotserah]

have you seen me?

[grouchytoast]

I feel like we don’t acknowledge enough how impressive it is that sam single handedly cured that virus at the start of season 11 and saved that town all while being actively infected himself

[lawboy205]

Affection came easy when it was Sam. Long haired and soft feature, quiet voice and gentler words. It was as if he was built for love, labeled with ‘handle with care’. A fragile thing, breakable thing. A small, pretty, weak thing in the dim light from motel’s window, in the headlight of Dean’s car, in the halo that Dean wears. He shines. Eyes teary and wet and trusting when Dean pushes into him, whimpering when Dean bottoms out, curling up closer when Dean shifts and bite into his shoulder. A fragile thing. He thinks again, kissing on the bleeding bite mark, hearing Sam’s soft whimper and feeling butterflies in his stomach again. He wanted to take care of Sam. He wanted to take care of Sam.

But there’s a strange compulsion when it comes to treating Sam, a strange feeling, almost pulling, a force.

He wanted to take care of Sam.

He kisses Sam again and push in deeper, groaning as Sam’s inside stretches to make room for him, accommodate him, finding pain inside that kaleidoscope eyes, finding love.

He kisses Sam again.

He can only hurt Sam for good. 

[lawboy205]

Baby (2)

Sam was fucking pregnant. How is that even possible?

He tried to keep a calm demeanor guiding Sam inside, feeling more terrified and angry looking up at Sam upclose. God, the kid looks like he haven't eaten for a whole damn week, cheeks hollowed and eyes sunken and lips chapped, a bruise on his left eyes, cut on his lips, he doesn't mind.

He just lets John lead him inside, and let himself be guided down onto the soft couch.

" anything severe? " John asks first, breaking the silence, becuase the first thing you want to do when taking in a patient was that to make sure no severe wounds were hiden.

" no " Came the answer of his youngest, small and tired and just so so quiet. Such a contrast between him in the past bitching at them almost every goddamn day, and now he can barely even talks. John's gonna be sick.

" good. I'll take care of the wounds first, and then we'll give you something warm to drink. " John started to move, grabbing the blanket and threw it at Sam before searching for the med kit. When he was back, Sam's already cocoon inside the blanket, looking twelve again.

He swallow down the ache in his chest and bring the medkit over, staring to cleaning up wounds and blood.

They sat in soft huming of the radio with occassional grunt of pain from Sam when John accidentally press too hard on the wound, and then John would whipser a quiet apology and continue.

He finished all the wounds half an hour later, making sure no wounds were forgotten. Standing up to put the medkit away, he took time to think about what he just witness.

Sam.

What he just witness was something horrible happened to his youngest, something downright hellish. It was a miracle Sam made it there on his porch. The more John think of the wounds that he've helped cleaned, the skin that he has sewn shut, the burises that he has applied ointment on ... God, what happened to his child?

And the pregancy. The pregnacy which should've been impossible. Sam's a boy, he's known that from the start, and Sam doesn't really shown tendencies to go after any orther gender. He dated a lot of girls, despite being known for his 'nerdy acts', quote Dean. So it should've been impossible. It should've been.

But now his bright-future son sat on his couch with millions of wounds enough to break down a man, carrying god knows whose baby and looking like he might jump off a damn cliff if John look at him wrong.

John sighs, placing the medkit back on the shelves and made his way to the kitchen to whip up something warm for Sam. He remember there's something Mary loved to drink when she was pregnant ...

He didn't notice the quiet footstep, surely not anticipating the presence of Sam and his next words that make him drop the damn pot he intented to use for warming milk.

" I killed someone, dad. "

He's gonna be sick.

[lawboy205]

Baby (1)

This was never the way John intented to meet his youngest. John's old now, 40s turning 50, lost his wife in a tragic house fire years ago when his youngest was still a little newborn baby, then has spent years raising two kids on his own, turning youngest to Stanford while oldest opted for a peaceful life somewhere Indiana, often calls with him an introducing his fiancee, Lisa. Now, Sam was a smart kid, probably too smart for his age, the kind of smart John has probably only ever heard from parent's mouth and newspaper. 1580 LSAT, full ride to stanford, and all of that got done completely on his own. That is why he firmly believe Sam would spent his life there in california's sun chasing his sweet lawyer dream and only ever came back with the 'best lawyer in the world' title.

That is why he never expected on a cold night in december, when he was hearing radio about the coming snow storm and the noises of fire craking softly inside the fireplace- that he heard knocking.

It's already past 11, and it's cold as hell outside, no one should be knocking at his door right now. He grab the gun and answer the door, carefully asking who was it- before the first glimpse shock himself.

It was Sam.

His youngest, no longer the langky kid, last time he saw him he was a board and successful young man with smile so big it hurts his eyes. He even had to looked up at the kid then, complaining about his height and hear Dean yelling something about Sam eating growth stimulant. Good old days.

Now?

Now Sam looks tiny. Not small, tiny. Tiny in the too big shirt that should've considered tight with him a few months ago. Tiny in his doorstep fidgetting with sleeves and shirt hem and looking at the mattress instead of him. Tiny in his hunched shoulder and pale face, thin as a sheet and shaking like a leaf.

But the thing that sent him frozen was that, Sam was covered with wounds. Bloody shirts and torn out jeans, open, bleeding, scars, healing part, bruises, cuts, all kind of pain you can possibly inflicted on a person all show up on his skin, as if it was the blank canvas to draw.

And god, it should've stopped there. The sight almost make him sick, Sam was so fucking thin- but his belly, god, his belly .. it was bloat, huge, just like-

Just like Mary when she was pregnant with Dean or Sam.

Sam was pregnant.

The thought make his stomach churns, and he doesn't know how long he has keep the kid there on the porch instead of inviting the kid inside before Sam looks up at him with the tinniest, hoarsest voice he ever heard from the kid- sounds like sandpaper- " can i come in, dad? "

He snapped out of it and quickly guide Sam inside.

[lawboy205]

College kid Sam and red cups and marijuana and lime and the card tricks and doing drugs and joining party and throwing up inside the toilet wishing he was dead already, snotty and sniffly and filthy on the cold tiles of the bathroom stall staring at Dean’s image inside his flip phone. College kid Sam and nights staring at the upper bunk hearing roommate’s soft snores and wonder where the hell he will go, what the hell he’s doing, missing home as fuck and missing Dean even worse. Beat up some random college friend saying shits about him and walking out beaten and battered with visible hard-on for those fuckers calling him little sammy.

[bbyboykingofhell]

wincest fic rec | late seasons

a wincest fic rec list with a variety of word count, genre, vibe, and spanning seasons 8-15!

s8 - 9

Last Temptation by merle_p [M 3k words]

Sam is running a fever again, the kind of fever no Ibuprofen or cold compress will bring down, the kind of fever that is eating him up alive, eviscerating him from the inside. He is too hot and too cold and too pale, delirious and shaking, resonating with whatever divine energy the trials are subjecting him to, and Dean is not sure how much longer he can stand to see him be in this state. Because Sam is quite possibly dying, and there is nothing Dean can do to stop it. Because Sam is dying, and he just. Won’t. Shut. Up.

Redshift by road_rhythm [E 27k]

They're still reeling from Dean's stint in Purgatory, the Trials are tearing them apart, the world hangs in the balance (again)—and Dean wants to get a pool table and have a sex marathon. Of course he does.

Have You Ever Wanted to Try? by eugara [E 12k words]

Season 8. There's nothing wrong with a little make-believe...

this bullet inside me by missroserose [E 5k words]

Dean Winchester is happy as can be. He and Sam are together again, and more importantly, working—they've got one successful trial beneath their belt, they've sorted out their latest case with a minimum of mayhem, they're on the way back to the bunker to figure out their next move. It's been a rough road, but things are looking up. So of course now's when Sam gets into one of his moods...

should i stay or should i go by deadlybride [E 5k words]

Sam's tired of missing Dean when Dean's right there beside him.

Not a goddamn thing by Goshen (applecrumbledore) [E 15k words]

"When I had the unparalleled pleasure of torturing her, Meg shared some tasty, terrible things about her time in Sam's head, back in the day." Crowley leaned over the table in the dungeon, his chains jingling. "And, as we've all been forced to acknowledge and exploit over the years, your sad little family drama is just rife with secrets. Your main export. Isn’t that right, Moose?" Sam's palms were sweating. He stared at Crowley, who was staring back at him with this wry smile—and then, almost imperceptibly, Crowley's eyes flicked over to Dean. Bile rose in Sam's throat. He knew.

Burn It Out of My Veins by embersdevine [E 28k words]

While chasing a case of mysterious deaths, Sam and Dean manage to find themselves trapped in a pocket world they can only leave during a full moon. Staying in one place never did a Winchester much good.

Wake by minchout [M 20k words]

Gadreel has had Sam for four years, and Dean, lost in guilt and obsessed with finding a way to get his brother back, has isolated himself in a cabin in the Missouri Ozarks with nothing but the woods, a stray dog, some chickens, and all the books the Men of Letters had to offer to keep him company. Then Sam shows up one day without his passenger, and Dean learns quickly that it doesn't matter that Sam is with him again - there is still a lot of work to be done before they can find their way back to each other.

s10

the edge of a blade, and a time, and a place by sciencefictioness [E 7k words]

Sam watches Dean die, and is not the one who brings him back.It isn’t the first time. It isn’t even the second, but losing his brother had never felt like this; like Dean wants to be lost. Like he’s choosing anything but Sam.

Five Things Dean Gave to Sam by lovetincture [E 1k words]*

Five things Dean gave to Sam, whether he wanted them or not.

[a favorite, note: deals with consent issues]

Blood sacrifice sex magic type of thing by applecrumbledore [E 8k]*

"'Sacrificial'? What are you sacrificing?" Dean's black eyes glittered in the fluorescent lights. Sam's head was pounding from blood loss, his wrist ached where the knife went in and and he was freezing, wearing just his robe in the dungeon. He sighed. "A quart of blood and most of my dignity."

Always by frozen_delight [E 4k words]

If this is the only happily ever after they’re going to get, life sucks. Angsty schmoopy curtain!fic set in a miraculously Mark-free post-10x14 universe.

every night i fall again by deadpoet (kafkaesques)

After all this time, they're finally on the same page. They have to be.

Let Me Take You Far Away by orphan_account [E 10k words]*

Season 10. It's exactly what they need. A vacation. That's how Dean can make everything else go away. Cas was right. That's all they need. A nice, little vacation.

Corpse reviver by applecrumbledore [E 14k words]

Dean’s hangover was a physical entity: pounding head, dry mouth, cold sweat on his upper lip. “How many bougie cocktails and demon curses does it take to whack off in front of your brother?” Sam put his head in his hands. He looked almost worse than Dean. “If you’re looking for a punchline, I don’t have one.”

Legal in New York by Wallissa [E 1.8k words]*

The downside of your big brother getting de-aged is that hooking up feels just a tad sleazy. The upside is that the car isn't that tight of a fit. soft sighs, dreams of peach schnapps and the jingling zipper of a ratty hoodie

capitulation by deadlybride [E 8k words]

When they don't manage to turn Dean back into his adult self, Sam spends a month researching how to fix it.

209b - deny by ani_coolgirl [M 1.2k words]

Cain explains to Dean who he is. Dean tries to deny it, but can't. Being around Sam doesn't help.

from now until the end of the world by Marcia Elena (marciaelena) [M 4.8k words]

Darkness. Light.

The Butcher by nigeltde [E 33.8k words]

The end is the end. No point making a fuss. AU from 10x23 (Brother's Keeper).

s11

Camp by LaughableLament [E 19k words]

He’s in a motel room, reading about himself, in a motel room, reading about himself, reading—Dean’s head hurts—Wincest.

Our Fire Eternal by cheezusrice [E 9.6k words]

"He’s long since compartmentalized his weird brother-protector-lover feelings out of absolute necessity. Otherwise, he’d chub up every time Dean so much as rested his hand on the small of his back. He’s got his body tightly under control but God forgive him if the aftermath isn’t the same every time. He springs up from the sparring mat, pats Dean on the shoulder and then goes back to his room where he jerks himself dry and hard like it’s some form of punishment. It probably is." Sam has needs that can never seem to be met. As usual, Dean seems preternaturally adept at providing for his little brother.

Bullet for my Valentine by merle_p [E 8k words]

Stupid. He is so goddamn fucking stupid. Running his mouth like a fucking idiot, not knowing when to leave well enough alone. Bad enough that he just practically talked dirty to his little brother, which, Christ – he must be more stressed than he thought if his self-control mechanisms have started malfunctioning that badly. But no, no, he came up with a scenario straight out of a bad slasher film, as if that is something normal people talk dirty about, as if that is something Sam would seriously enjoy. As if – As if Dean hadn’t hunted his own brother through the maze of the bunker, eyes black and hammer raised to strike, not even a full year ago. As if Sam hadn’t, just a few weeks back, knelt at his feet, neck bared, waiting for Dean to deal a fatal blow with a fucking scythe.

Pillow Talk by waywardelle [E 5k words]

A collection of Samdean pillow talk.

Chosen by killabeez [E 2.4k words]

This might be their last night on earth, so Sam figures, what the hell.

Acid by applecrumbledore [E 14.9k words]

Sam said, "You know I wish you just wanted to fuck me? That would be easy, they've got words for that kind of messed up." That just made Dean's pits sweat. He felt like Wile E. Coyote running into a tunnel painted onto a mountain face, little birds circling around his head. "Uh." "What do you know about Jeffrey Dahmer?" He'd been having a good day.

the blood in your mouth by hathfrozen [E 5k words]

Dean wishes he could sink his hands right through Sam’s skin, his ribs, wishes he could touch straight down to Sam’s heart. He’d feel the strong muscle of it, the clench and release of every beat, the thick heat of blood. He could take a bite, all for himself. (In which Dean starts experiencing cannibalistic thoughts about Sam, and Sam just needs his brother. Season 11.)

pale country by urchinesque [M 31k words]

When Sam disappears from the Bunker one day, Dean takes off looking for him. But there's something strange happening to the world- something they might not want to outlast, this time.

s12

Good Clean Fun by nigeltde [E 6k words]

Loose lips sink ships.

a skeleton terribly restless by remy (iamremy) [T 20k words]

Mary knows she doesn't fit right in this strange new world she's woken up in, with these grown men masquerading as her sons, but she tries her best. She really does. She closes her eyes to all the things she does not want to see, and she lies to herself until she's convinced. Until she can't.

With Your Dreams Untold by waywardelle [E 10k words]

For the past ten years, Dean has been bookmarking porn on the laptop for Sam to watch. Sam figured it would never go further than that, until one night, not long after killing Hitler, Dean decides to be brave. One thing is for sure: Dean is never going to let Sam live down the fact that porn is what brought them together, in the end. Set between 12x06 & 12x07, but not necessarily a coda.

Yesterday, minnesota by Goshen (applecrumbledore) [E 29k words]

Any initial awkwardness filtered away over a hundred miles of highway as Sam thumbed through the missing witch’s diary again. Some people had secret coke habits or secret second wives, and some people had passionate, pitch black, no-kissing sex with a family member every four to six months and never talked about it. You had to find ways to cope.

The Exodus by waywardelle [E 14k words]

So. Dean left with Cas over a week ago on some sort of recon mission, and yeah, Sam has been trying to bury himself in research, but he's just not coping all that well with the long-term separation. He wakes up early one morning, expecting the day to be like all the rest, except it's even worse than all the rest, because he's completely and totally alone on his (brother-less) thirty-fourth birthday. His bleak outlook quickly changes with an unexpected phone call, and he has to admit that maybe someone, somewhere answered his embarrassingly needy birthday wish, despite his lack of candles to blow out. “Yeah,” Sam breathes, trying to convince himself he’s not dreaming. It’s just-- Dean is only sweet like this, open like this in Sam’s best dreams, so… how on earth could this be real? “I missed you,” Sam adds, breathing it shyly into the air between them, watching how the words affect his brother.

An Anchor by themegalosaurus [E 7k words]

“I can’t stop thinking,” Sam says, and the joke’s almost at Dean’s lips before he catches it, swallows it. Not now, not with Sam hovering fretful and indecisive and asking for something, the outline of which Dean is just starting to recognise through the fog of everything unspoken. Post-imprisonment, Sam gets some bad news and doesn't take it too well. Dean tries to work out how to help.

Memory Box by smalltrolven [E 12k words]

Sam’s powers return while he’s locked-up in solitary for six weeks. He uses them to communicate with Dean. They have a lot of time to practice, a lot of things left unsaid actually get said through the unusual method Sam comes up with. All that and an escape plan too.

Through These Walls by non_tiembo_mala [E 3k words]

When Ketch put a bug in the bunker, he was looking for usable intel. What he got? Well, that is something else entirely.

Until you come back home by waywardelle [M 4.8k]

Cas wonders, as he often does, if he should tell Sam that he knows what it really is that he needs. He decides that tonight, after all these years, he finally will. They’re not getting any younger, after all, and he’s mainly stayed out of it because he didn’t truly believe that two people so singularly and utterly devoted could be that stubborn and obtuse. It’s maddening, and it almost seems purposeful, how they ignore each others’ signals, like they each have that secret locked down so tight (out of shame, probably, or guilt), each other’s light can’t get through. It’s tragic, almost, if he’s being completely honest." Coda to 12x11: Regarding Dean.

Blaze of Glory by merle_p [E3.8k words]

“Is this how you pictured it?” she hears Sam asking quietly, his voice far too resigned for her taste. “The end?” “You know it’s not,” Dean responds, and he too sounds strangely calm, almost amused, as if there’s a secret joke they are sharing between them, one that she has no chance to ever understand. “I always thought,” Dean continues, wry amusement more obvious now in his voice, “We’d go out like … Butch and Sundance style.” Toni rolls her eyes, hard, even if there is no one around to see it. Oh God, she thinks contemptuously, Americans, always so bloody sentimental. Next, they will probably start singing Sweet Home Alabama or Country Roads, or whatever unofficial hillbilly anthem Americans consider conducive to improving morale among the troops.

If It's a Make-Believe (I Say It Ain't) by eugara [E 10k words]

Season 12. It's Sam's fault, really. Dean testing out all his ridiculous pick-up lines on him was torturous enough. Knowing they were going to be used on other people stung a bit more. But even despite all of that...he still should've kept his damn mouth shut.

A Lifetime or Two by nigeltde [E 18.3k words]

Dean's been living too long on the surface.

s13

One Too Many by ameliacareful [E 7k words]

Sam's been taking a lot of hits to the head. After A Most Holy Man, he suffers a brain injury.

together by remy (iamremy) [not rated 1.3k words]

“And if we die, we’ll do that together, too.” There’s really nothing more to be said, is there? Wrong. - Sam and Dean talk some more.

don't thank me by hathfrozen [E 3k words]

“I know,” Sam says. “I’ll always call out for you, man. I can’t help it. That doesn’t mean you always come after me, that you always can.” Dean shudders, eyes filling up with embarrassing tears he resolutely does not let fall. “Yes, it does,” he insists. “Yes, it fucking does.”

The Obituary Mambo by nigeltde [E 9k words]

It’s called a near-death sex miasma, Sam, and it’s a beautiful thing.

s14

The Snap by LaughableLament [E 4k words]

“You can let me do this alone,” Dean said, “or you can help me.” Sam never stood a chance.

back door run by peculiarstate [M 23k words]

An ache long-borne.

I'm the Damage Done (Your Scar of Yesterday) by eugara [E 8k words]

Coda to The Scar (14x03). It's been weeks, and Sam doesn't have it in him to wait for Dean to sort through this mess himself.

Relapse by ani_coolgirl [M 21k words]

Based on the AU glimpsed in 14.13 “Lebanon.” Sam hasn’t seen his brother in fifteen years. He's forcibly shoved off the wagon.

Deal Me Up Another Future by eugara [E 34k words]

Canon Divergence from Lebanon, (14x13). The needle skips. A different choice is made. The song plays on.

what comes after certainty by deadlybride [M 23k words]

After getting Dean free from Michael--after everything--Sam wants some time alone with his brother. He finds a case, in a nameless town.

rarely pure and never simple by road_rhythm [M 5k words]

The memory won't leave Dean alone: Sam's eyes going unfocused; the glimpse, through the slitted lids, of something unraveling in his brain. It really doesn't matter that the physical evidence has been removed. // Coda to 14x17.

To Have and To Hold by fallingintodivinity [E 3k words]

It’s while standing in the middle of the vegetable aisle at a Wal-Mart, a slightly wilted head of lettuce in one hand and a six-pack of beer in the other, that Dean Winchester realizes he’s married.

And Baby You Can Sleep While I Drive by merle_p [T 8k words]

“So,” Dean says, hesitantly. “This is a dream then?” Sam blinks, confused. “Well, obviously.” “Huh,” Dream-Dean says and scratches his neck. He shifts awkwardly from his right to his left foot but otherwise stays where he is. Sam rubs his face. He isn’t entirely sure why they are having this conversation. He isn’t entire sure why Dean is still here. “So if you didn’t come to kill me,” he asks, “then what do you want?” Dream-Dean frowns. “I don’t know,” he says slowly. “I guess I just wanted to make sure you are okay.”

Vegas, Baby! by sunbitten [E 17k words]

“I mean Vegas, Sammy! It’s about time for our annual Vegas trip, and I’m thinking instead of the usual gambling, strippers, and the odd magic show I indulge you with, we just shack up in a motel and get a lot down and dirty,” Dean says, vulgarly humping the air.

s15

Lucky Streak by merle_p [M 6k words]

“Two out of three?” Dean asks and pours each of them another glass of bourbon. He sets down the bottle on a table nearby and cracks his knuckles, a little obnoxiously. “And let’s play for something. Make it interesting.” He lifts his glass and waits for Sam to do the same, then clinks their glasses together and downs his shot. Sam watches him drink, fixated on the way his throat works when he swallows, and Sam has no idea where his next thought is coming from – all he knows is that he’s drunk and horny, he is in love with his brother, God is out to kill them, and today is supposed to be his lucky day.

Any Witch Way by merle_p [T 6k words]

“Let me get this straight,” Dean says, and takes another sip from his cup. He needs way more coffee if he’s expected to deal with this so early in the morning. “You – magicked up a chicken.” “Look, I don’t know either, man.” Sam throws up his hands, helplessly. “It’s just – I haven’t been sleeping and I’ve been trying to get some more practice, and … I don’t know, conjuring up poultry seemed safer than experimenting with dark blood magic at four in the morning, you know?” “Well, can’t argue with you there,” Dean concedes, and tilts his head to contemplate the chicken. The chicken stares back, unfazed.

Pulling at Threads by orphan_account [E 16k words]

“We keep each other human.” Set during season 15, a canon-compliant AU from 15.06 onward. Sam is having frequent nightmares of him and Dean killing each other. They become increasingly graphic and vivid, driving Sam to the edge. One particularly gruesome and realistic vision drives Sam to end things, but Dean stops him. After a lifetime of running from death and hiding from each other, Sam and Dean reach a level of intimacy and honesty they’ve never had before. They grow closer and closer as the end gets nearer. Now connected to each other as never before, they take on Chuck as a team, using Sam’s blossoming witch powers and their bond to pave a new future for themselves.

no one thing is everything by Canon_Is_Relative [T 6.8k words]

Text from: Jody Morning, sunshine. Diner on Main & 2nd, meet me for breakfast? I want to talk to you about something, tell Dean I have some super boring ancient mythology crap to go over with you. Set sometime in the years between 15.19 and 15.20. Small spoilers for "Inherit the Earth" but none at all for "Carry On".

Baton Rouge by elsi (Prince_of_Elsinore) [E 7.5k words]

Things had been good between him and Sam. Better than ever. They got back from their “we beat God” celebra-cation, they got into a routine. They went on hunts. They worked on personal projects: Sam in the archives, Dean in the garage. Things were good. And then, fresh off cleaning out a nest of ghouls in Milwaukee, they weren’t. Sam and Dean drive into the heart of a storm.

hunting high and low by margaryes [E 1.5k words]

They move out of the bunker as soon as the leaves outside start turning yellow.

Sweet as Sugar, Easy as Pie by merle_p [T 6k words]

“Just hurry,” Sam says, his face still illuminated by the afterglow of his laughter. “If I have to wait too long, I might just eat all the pie without you.” Dean frowns. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Only one way to find out,” Sam says lightly, and sticks his plastic fork into the rhubarb pie. “You are going to be sick if you eat all that,” Dean points out, just in case Sam is serious about his plan. “And it would be worth it just to see your face,” Sam grins, and his face is still so impossibly bright, content in the moment, open, affectionate, that Dean is afraid he might be blinded if he doesn’t look away.

all of the things i'd do by according2thelore [M 8k words]

“What are you wearing?” The sentence is so incongruous with the jumble of Dean, home, soon swirling dizzyingly in Sam’s sleep-addled brain that he takes a second to process the words. What? Sam blinks. He looks down at his jeans and t-shirt. “A sexy maid costume.” He says, flatly. Or: Post-Chuck, Dean leaves on his own to help Jody with a case. They deal, with the assistance of a phone call.

Cards on the Table by fictionallemons [M 3k words]

After Jack leaves, it’s just the two of them left in the bunker. Dean realizes what he wants next, and decides to put all his cards on the table at last.

Yours, Sam by fictionallemons [M 867 words]

Sam forgot it was Valentine's Day.

vague late season or spanning multiple seasons

dissecting the bird by nigeltde [E 7.8k words]

Nobody sets anybody free anymore

More than anything by Canon_Is_Relative [E 1.3k words]

Sam rests his hand on Dean’s belly, rubbing slow circles. “Shh,” he says when Dean lets out a surprised little sound, almost a moan, as Sam’s thumb strokes along the sensitive skin of his groin. “You better be quiet, or she’ll catch us.”

Blame it on the Booze by bloodwrites [E 5.8k words]

After they create a new demon blade Sam and Dean celebrate by getting blind drunk. Inhibitions lowered and spirits high they act on desires they've both held for years.

Hot singles in your area by applecrumbledore [E 14k words]

In the video, the camera crawled up the kid’s body like a pair of lascivious eyes. The pan upwards revealed a sweet, pointed nose, and a mole to the left side of that nose. Dean froze, watching. The kid’s eyes opened when the camera was still on his face, pupils darting nervously away, and those eyes were hazel green. A specific kind of hazel green that Dean had spent exactly thirty-six years looking at.

Only Natural (Be My Hands) by orphan_account [E 17k words]

Dean leaves Sam alone for all of twenty minutes, and the idiot manages to break both of his wrists. It's up to Dean to take care of him. Which he's been doing since forever. Really, nothing could go wrong.

Nubere by jinkieswouldyoulookatthis [E 16k words]

They'd been hunting down a magic ring, one with a deadly curse, so Sam had no good excuse for why he'd put on the first ring he'd found, except that it really didn't match the description of the one they'd been looking for. But now there was an identical ring on Dean's hand, that was stuck just as firmly as the one on Sam’s, and the brothers seemed to be getting closer than they ever thought they should. To remove the rings and free themselves, all they’d need was an act of unparalleled devotion. Piece of cake.

Whatever This Is by jinkieswouldyoulookatthis [E 10k words]

Sam receives a sext from Dean, along with a nude selfie, and then tries to deal with not only knowing that his brother is open to the idea of being fucked but can't stop obsessing over who he'd meant to send the messages to. What he finds out is more than he'd ever thought possible.

Remnants of Remnants by Sharabha [E 12k words]

Sam Winchester has been possessed angels, archangels, and demons. He's been dead, soulless, been in Heaven, Hell, and Purgatory. Some of those things more than once. Is it any surprise some of those experiences left behind remnants?

Let's not forget where we crawled from cheezusrice [E 16k words]

"When Dean kisses him, it doesn’t feel like the culmination of 18 years of waiting and longing. It’s much different than he expects. It kind of feels like being thrown back in time, like being seventeen again. He’s bigger and broader now, but the way Dean’s hands roam over his forearms, the way he’s pulled up from the chair, the way those strong, firm arms circle his waist…it all makes him feel impossibly young. It’s exhilarating." It's been a long time, and everything is different. But this? This is exactly the same. [Sequel to Gotta make this last of it makes me sick which is so so good and I would recommend reading beforehand, it’s pre-series w/ a great oc] [sadly this user deleted their account but keeping this for the sake of posterity, rip legend hope all is well]

the archivist by deadlybride [E 11k words]

Sam's been taking pictures for a long, long time. He has only one subject.

[zdrawet]

NOW GIVE ME A REASON NOT TO DO ANOTHER SAMIFER AU. YOU CAN'T!

Sheriff Sam Winchester (by Jared from Walker) x Lieutenant Nick (by Mark from 13 Reasons Why)

Sam calls Nick the devil, Lucifer, because he and his henchmen are constantly trying to make his life more difficult.

In a small town in Texas, Sam Winchester, after the death of his father, raises his seventeen-year-old younger brother Dean alone, who causes many problems with his stupid youth.

A new man is being transferred to work, a lieutenant who believes that he can lead him, push him around. Lucifer quickly gathers his own retinue in the department, although people respect Sam more, Nick makes them afraid or vice versa, very quickly ingratiates himself and abuses their trust.

There comes a time when they will have to work on one case. With arguments, scandals, right up to Sam's refusal from work, but then they just have a beer and fuck in a police car behind the office.

✨•••Lucifer also has a son, but since Dean is seventeen, I think Jack would be much younger. Nick is a single father.

🐎••• And...maybe cowboys theme will be too? Sam'll teach Nick how to ride a horse and then him

[lawboy205]

I just know Dean lifts the hair on the back of Sam’s neck before pressing his lips there.

[lawboy205]

I’d’ve told you i’d look at you like Sam looking at Dean but you’re too civilized to understand

[not-a-perfect-metaphor]

More of my favorite (VERY random) J2 things/moments/etc.

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

1. Jensen the bear & Jared the giant cat!

About Jensen’s animal form being a bear-

Jensen: “Rawwwwwr!”

A big gay bear 😏🌈

About Jared’s animal form being a tiger or a lion or-

Jensen: “-something feline.”

Jared: “Rawwwwr!”

Something feline. A kitten. Hehe. A smitten kitten. Reminds me of when Jensen called Jared “a little ball of energy” but then had to correct it to “ginormous.”

Jared (to Jensen): “Rawwwwr!”

Jensen (to Jared): “Rawwwwr!”

In the patented J2 way, they managed to very rapidly turn this into an adorable husbandly flirt fest. 🥰

And speaking of the Js rapidly turning a conversation into a flirt fest-

2. Speedo-clad Jensen, Jensen’s delicious dick, and the gayest vacation (+ discussion about that vacation) ever!

Jared (talking about their Turks & Caicos vacation): “He was in his little man speedo at the time.”

Jensen: “-doing the Conor McGregor man speedo walk.”

Jensen was also-

Jared: “-very excited.” 😏

Jensen: “It was hard to hide.”

Jared: *has an attack of blushy giddiness while visualizing that ^^ and then refers to Jensen’s dick as candy in Jensen’s pocket*

Mmmm. Delicious candy. 👅

But the best part-

Jensen: “It’s a deep pocket. It has lots of treats...”

👀👀👀

(those emojis are just my six eyes by the way, because I’m an alien)

And speaking of BLATANTLY GAY innuendo-

3. Leg guitar!

Jensen: “He plays my leg guitar all the time.”

Yeeaahh he does 😉

Jensen: “-and I’m gonna be honest with you...he’s pretttty good.”

And speaking of honest statements-

4. Who is Jensen pursuing? (a wooing days throwback)

Jared: “He’s pursuing me.”

Jensen courting Jared = the BEST thing

[not-a-perfect-metaphor]

Interview by Veronica Bianchi-

-paraphrased to include my favorite bits & alongside my crazy ramblings!

I feel like this must have been previously posted here, either in full or in part, beyond just including a quote or two in a compilation, but I can’t find it and I also don’t really care...because I’d post it anyway regardless lol, so...let’s get right into it:

••••••••

Interviewer: “Tough guy or softy?”

Jared: “People often expect me to be the gentle one of the two of us.”

Jensen: “That’s not just suspected. It’s also true.”

Jared: “Yeah, I admit...I can be a pretty big softy.”

Jensen: “Did you or did you not cry during Toy Story 3?”

(I just adore the mental image of J2 cuddled up watching Toy Story 3 together ❤️ and Jared gets all teared up into Jensen’s lap while Jensen pretends to be mildly exasperated but soothingly rubs Jared’s head and also finds it secretly endearing)

•••••

Jared (on his relationship with Jensen): “That’s almost impossible to explain. Nine months of the year we’re stuck together, but even when we’re not actually working during those nine months, or during the other three months out of the year for that matter, we always find ourselves choosing to be together.”

(This has obviously become such a famous J2-ism, and with good reason! My favorite thing about it is how Jared starts off by saying that his relationship with Jensen is impossible to explain, but then by the end of his answer, in one long sentence, he’s managed to pretty undeniably convey the fact that they are CLEARLY, CLEARLY soulmates who literally cannot be separated from each other.) 💕

•••••

Jensen: “If you compare our relationship to Sam and Dean’s relationship, there is a huge difference. Jared never drives me up a wall.”

Jared: “I wouldn’t say never.”

Jensen: “Not like you’re actually driving me up a wall. We can talk to each other about anything, do anything together...and that’s pretty unique.”

Jared: “Yeah! And whenever we’ve fought, it’s been for each other.”

Jensen: “We have that loyalty, and I can honestly say I’d jump in front of a bullet for him and never think twice.”

Jared: “And the best part of Jensen’s and my relationship is it’s gonna be that way while we’re doing the show and when we’re not. He’s stuck with me for life now, and that’s important.”

(I mean, what to even say about all this that isn’t already completely obvious? I will say that these interviews always make me nostalgic for the earlier days when the Js were so blatant about their much-more-than-platonic relationship in so many ways that it’s a miracle there’s a single person who was around for those years and paying attention who didn’t glue on the old tinhat.)

•••••

Jared (on their approach toward what they look like/style/etc.): “Jensen thinks he’s a cowboy.”

Jensen: “I’m not going out and buying a ranch or anything.”

Jared: “You still think you’re a cowboy at heart though.”

(I can just see it soooo clearly, cowboy Jensen! Also, we literally HAVE seen it now.)

Jared (to Jensen as he continues to answer the question): “I’m not wearing anything special, am I?”

Jensen: “Just flannel, like you and Sam always are.”

Jared: “‘Cause your clothes are always so stylish.”

Jensen: “They are.”

(another thing I can visualize so clearly, Jared huffily/teasingly saying “cause your clothes are always so stylish,” and Jensen just being like ohh “they are” with a little smirk.)

Umm and THIS is an obviously necessary addition:

•••••

Jensen: “I haven’t needed any salt yet to ward off evil spirits in my home.”

Jared: “We totally sleep with salt guns. He lies.”

•••••

Interviewer: “Nerds or lady-killers?”

Jensen: “Nerd!”

Jared: “Also nerd.”

Jensen (on females who are into them): “It’s flattering, but not something we concern ourselves with.”

(because they’re gay and also husbands, but...you know)

•••••

Jared (on possible work-opportunities outside of SPN): “We always make those kinds of decisions together.”

Jensen: “We don’t begrudge each other those kinds of projects, even though we call each other often to talk about how relaxed we actually have it on the set of SPN.”

(certainly not because they’re too codependent to make it through something like that without talking constantly on the phone or anything)

Jared (on working with Jensen again after or even during SPN): “In other words, soon you might be able to book us as a duo!”

(I’m having a memory now of least this one particular segment being posted, and I’m going to repeat the exact same thoughts: this always sounds so much like an engagement hint to me. 😜)

•••••

Interviewer (lightning round): “Hair color?”

Jensen: “I think I’m naturally like a dark blondish.”

Jared: “Okay, Ken.”

(OMG, guys, another one that needs to be added to the ‘things-the-Js-have-called-each-other’ post. But also, does that make Jared Barbie? Hehe)

•••••

Interviewer (lightning round): “Other person’s best qualities?”

Jared: “Great ass!”

Jensen: “Gorgeous laugh and smile!”

Jared: “He’s a great guy, a good listener…and he’s ungodly faithful.”

(the “ungodly faithful” thing is my absolute favorite)

•••••

Interviewer (lightning round): “Other person’s worst qualities?”

Jensen: “Oh god, here we go.”

Jared: “He is such a control freak!”

(first, how much more husbandly could they POSSIBLY be?? Second, an alpha Jensen reference! Be still my heart. ❤️)

•••••

Jared (his favorite book): “The Great Gatsby.”

Jensen: “You’re such a girl.”

(heh 😏)

•••••

Jared (on their favorite movies): “[Jensen’s] really in love with Clint Eastwood.”

Jensen: “He’s the best!”

•••••

Jared (answering for Jensen, favorite music): “-country.”

Jensen: “Yes, country.”

Jared: “I like country, but Jensen loves country. There’s nothing like being woken up at 4:00 in the morning to Taylor Swift.”

(the official end of the above sentence is “-blasting from the trailer next to yours,” but I feel like Jared totally just phrased it that way to ‘un-suspicious’ his answer)

Jared (continuing, to Jensen): “You love Taylor Swift!”

Jensen: “I know I do.”

Jared: “And here I was calling you a manly man earlier.”

(Me: *below*)

Do tell, Jared!

•••••

Interviewer: “Main ambitions?”

Jensen: “I want to be as good of an actor as I can possibly be, keep my private-and-family-life private, and put up with this one over here. (…)”

Jared: “(…) I want to be very thankful and appreciative and never let any of it get to my head.”

Jensen: “You won’t. I’ll keep you grounded.”

Jared: “I know. I’ll always have that to rely on.”

(Sooo many examples in this interview of the Js either literally talking about being together forever or pretty much literally talking about it: “I’ll always have that to rely on.”)

•••••

A couple of other favorite bits that didn’t make it in above:

Jensen (about Jared preparing to film a certain scene): “He’d been working out for weeks...with good results!”

(admiring those muscles, eh Jensen? 😉)

•••••

Jensen: “I prefer to keep away from the red carpet world of Hollywood and avoid the paparazzi.”

(because it ties into Jensen’s last answer about keeping his private life private)

•••••

Jensen (to Jared): “You sound like an extendz commercial, like you’re the ‘larger man.’”

Jared: “Well, if you want to put it that way…”

(*smirks*)

•••••

And I accidentally deleted this answer from above while editing:

Jared (after Jensen told the Jared-ripping-his-pants story): “I’m really thinking hard about an embarrassing story to tell about you right now, but I can’t think of any that wouldn’t get me into trouble.”

(at least half of the stories in Jared’s head were dirty in nature or revolved around dirty moments, let’s be real)

[not-a-perfect-metaphor]

So, this interview popped up for me again today, and I’m going to need everyone to pause their lives for a quick minute and re-live LITERALLY every part of this.

Because, uhhhh….

👀😏❤️🫠

This is probably the second best J2 interview to ever be published. Right? Is that accurate?

I mean, the first is for sure that Norwegian magazine interview.

You know, this one-

-where the Js flirted throughout the entire thing and you could barely even call it an interview, more like a fly on the wall transcribing their flirt-fest.

Yeahhh, you remember the one.

Hehe.

Those were the days, man.

[not-a-perfect-metaphor]

Jensen singing to Jared ❤️

*pointing at Jared* “Let me be your fortress.”

“Don’t you cry no more.”

Not quite singing, but 100% serenading!

“I wanna know what love is.”

(after Jared said that he would be Jasmine) “I can show you the world.”

God in Jared’s eyes! (a much sharper, better GIF)

[not-a-perfect-metaphor]

Some important additions -

1. This zoomed-in version of the last photo:

2. This GIF of Jensen passionately pulling Jared into the ‘don’t you cry no more’ embrace:

3. This parallel to the mutual J2 keyboard serenade:

Jared: *plays Right Here Waiting*

Jensen: “Just know that wherever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you.”

4. This super-husbandly thing where Jensen decided to stare deeply into Jared’s soul while singing “-and her boyfriend too”:

5. This emotional and perfectly all-encompassing Dallascon19 rendition of Heaven by Bryan Adams:

And the reason that I’m including it as a ‘singing to Jared’ example is because Jensen specifically picked Heaven as a salute to what the show has meant, to its significance over the years…and Jared and Jensen both have said on quite a few different occasions that at the heart of it all, their journey together has been the most memorable element of SPN.

———

💕

6. This lovely song lyrics dedication via Jensen to his ‘wife’ (aka Jared):

“-I’d buy you a mansion, a hundred miles from nowhere. We ain’t got no neighbors, there ain’t no one to see…”

Because….just…how J2 is that particular bit?

The answer is 500%.

Without a single, SINGLE doubt….500%.

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Edit: Jared almost looks like he’s about to start crying in that last one though 😭💔❤️. But also….Jensen’s tiny, perfect, beautiful fond little smile at the very end while he averts his eyes.

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Another edit: better angles of these two classic moments!

[lawboy205]

Thick thighs Dean, yup, once has the pants ripping at the inner seam, not fully open but enough to leave a small gaps there and he was hella embarrassed but Sam was absolutely buffering over the soft skin poking out of the fabric, blushing like teenage girl. It’s so goddamn hot, to him.

[the-heaminator]

Anyways I think dean should've made more jokes about knocking Sam up in the way old guys in pubs do. Talking about the missus eh? She's getting on in years and isn't as tight as she used to be but..yknow, she's still his. And pretty as sin too