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Miss Me?

It had been a while.

“I fucking missed this,” Dean said breathlessly, pressing his little brother into the corner of the room. He grabbed one of Sam’s hands and interlaced their fingers together, pushing them above his head, holding him in place. Sam’s chest heaved, unable to look away from the eyes that pierced his soul. Dean leaned into Sam, knowing exactly what he was doing. His spare hand began exploring the button on Sam’s jeans.

Sam couldn’t remember the last time he felt those strong hands on him. Those lips on his neck, that hard body pressed up against him, that tongue doing -

Oohh yeah…that.

“What do you think, Sammy,” Dean whispered. He spoke slowly and carefully, his lips hot and wet on Sam’s ear, “You want me to? Want my hands on you again? Did you miss me?”

His hand popped open the button he had been playing with, teasing down the zipper before he moved it to rub up Sam’s naked chest. The younger brother shivered.

“Fuck Dean, I uhhh…” Goosebumps prickled his flesh and he moaned, his eyes rolling back at his brother's touch. He would have slumped to the ground if Dean hadn't been holding him.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Dean said and pressed his lips to his brother’s neck.

#cyidaddy #wincest #sam and dean

I’m going to be a busy girl...

#CYIDaddy #emptywithout #catching up

Hello!!

Hello, my lovelies!

After an extended absence (has it really been two years?) I have returned. There's certainly a lot to share with y'all. But that will happen soon enough.

I'm hoping to share some new stories with you. I have some new drabbles and one longer one I'm not ready to post yet.

In the meantime, I'd love feedback on what I do post. Hopefully, I haven't lost my touch after 2 years of not writing (like I said, a lot has happened.)

If you aren't familiar with my writing, I write mostly wincest. I write sensual passionate stuff, like "Miss Me", and some a little rougher, like "Ride".

Also, much angst is coming. And cliffhangers. What can I say, I like drama...:)

In the meantime, any requests? I hope I can write stories for you again to make you smile (or cry, I guess...)

I guess I'm really writing again...

And Happy Thanksgiving :)

#CYIDaddy #wincest writer #I've missed you guys #what did I miss?#any requests?#how'm I doing so far?#I hope I remember how to do this #sam and dean

It’s watching Sam sleep that brings Dean the most joy.

To see him in this peaceful state. To watch his chest rise and fall in a slow, steady rhythm.

Watching him smile as he dreams.

Dean can’t get enough of it.

He trails his fingers lightly through Sam’s hair.

He discovers he craves these moments. He discovers he waits for these moments.

And he discovers he’s fallen in love.

Shit.

#cyidaddy #sam and dean #Wincest #ooops #dean figured it out

Thanksgiving

Sam walks into their motel room and instantly gasps. There’s a red plastic tablecloth over the table by the window. In the middle of the table is a small vase holding some plastic flowers. The vase even has water in it, and it makes Sam smile so hard his cheeks hurt. There’s a delicious smell coming from the kitchenette in the corner, and Sam walks over to investigate. He passes the closed door to the bathroom and notices the shower is running.

On the counter are two small pies. One is clearly pumpkin and the other looks to be probably apple. There’s a pot on the stove and when he lifts the lid, a cloud of steam rises, wafting up a smell of mashed potatoes and Sam is stunned. There’s no oven, but there is a microwave, and when Sam opens it, there’s a small rotisserie chicken, the kind you can grab and go at any grocery store.

Dean’s made him a Thanksgiving dinner, and Sam feels tears well up. He can’t remember the last time he had a Thanksgiving meal. There’s even a can of cranberry sauce on the counter, the kind that slides out in the shape of the can, which he knows Dean absolutely loves.

The shower turns off, and Sam isn’t sure what to do. He’s probably shown up a bit earlier than Dean expects, so he wonders if he should go outside so Dean can enjoy the surprise he planned. There isn’t time though. Dean steps out of the shower, glistening wet. He’s towel-drying his hair, and he’s completely naked. Completely, beautifully naked.

“Dean, I - ” Sam stammers.

Dean’s face lights up. “Sammy!” he shouts, a huge grin spreading across his face as he wraps the towel around his waist. He spreads his arms wide, clearly very proud of what he’s done. “Well? What do you think?”

Sam swallows and stammers, “Dean, this is - did you - ” But he can’t form the words. Even if it’s not much, it means the world to him. Dean softens his expression and strides over to his brother.

“Just wanted to do something for you Sammy,” Dean says, his voice low and sensual. He steps closer to his brother, if that’s even possible, reaches up, and tucks a lock of Sam’s hair behind his ear. “You deserve it, baby.” And before Sam can respond, Dean takes his brother’s face in his hands and kisses him, softly, deeply, and passionately.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Sammy.”

The towel drops to the floor.

#wincest #cyidaddy #brotherly love #happy Thanksgiving #It's good to be here

Sam thinks Dean can’t see him.

Thinks he’s hidden in a place no one knows.

He cries here, feeling alone and desperate. Wants things he can never have.

But Dean sees.

And he knows.

The older Winchester wipes his hands across his eyes for no particular reason and walks away.

#wincest angst #cyidaddy #if they’d only talk to each other

Seriously considering revitalizing some OG CYIDaddy stuff and writing wincest angst again...

But it's probably gonna be several chapters with cliffhangers because I can't help myself...