#auggieposting

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right yes normal brotherly thing to say

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dean who as soon as he gets a phone with a camera starts taking pictures of sam. hundreds and hundreds of pictures of him. in the car, in the motel, asleep, in restaurants. most stay on his phone, but the really special ones, when sam is smiling so pretty or his shirt is riding up on his soft, fuzzy tummy, those get printed out and shoved into his duffle. those are the ones that he holds in his left hand while he jerks off with the right.

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sam knows dean's praise is far and few between. so when they finish up a particularly bad hunt and they're both bloody and miserable, but sam did a great job finishing off whatever monster it was, dean claps him on the shoulder and tells him "good job sammy, let's get goin'" sam thinks he could cum in his pants

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was bored in class so here you go

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dean getting worried about sam's weight when they're younger because sometimes meals are far and few between, so when they do get some extra money, dean feeds sam well

they sit in the motel room, dean at the small table, sam in his lap, making sure sam eats every bite of his food, rubbing his bloated tummy from too much food, but dean is unrelenting and worried about his brother, so he makes sure sam eats until he physically cannot anymore

dean rubs his tummy some more, its stretched out and god dean cant help himself with how cute he is, and he kisses over the warm skin too

sam's incredibly embarrassed with how much he ate, but he doesnt mind having dean actually pay attention to him

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dean digging his thumbs into sammy's pretty hips as he rides his big brother's cock

dean pressing again the bulge in sammy's tummy and listening to him whimper "too full"

dean flipping them and fucking sammy like his life depends on it 💖

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Happy Mystery Spot Tuesday to those who celebrate!!

Dean: Come on. You love this song and you know it.

Sam: Yeah, and if I ever hear it again I'm going to kill myself.

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Dean: Dude, how many Tuesdays did you have?

Sam: Enough.

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sam had put together and taken apart that gun 5 times now, loaded and reloaded it between each time he reassembled it and disassembled it. its a nervous habit now, and theres nothing else to do but practice and pretend that this is what he wants to do at the moment

dean has watched him do it this whole time, pretending to be looking at the computer screen but really his eyes hovered right above the screen at sam's shaking hands

after the fifth time, dean reaches across the table and takes the reassembled and loaded gun from sam and slides the safety off, "go to bed." dean's voice is soft, juxtaposed with the loaded gun pointed at sams chest.

sam knows he won't fire. dean knows he won't fire. but the safety is off and the gun is loaded and it's pointed at sam's chest and dean would never miss.

sam goes to his room, but before he can go to sleep, he rubs one out to the thought of the cold metal of barrel of his gun against his chest