#deansam

[cyclone-sam]

[erotically-co-dependent]

The fact that when the other one dies, Dean gets suicidal and Sam gets homicidal is particularly beautiful and profound because if you only look at the surface level of their characters, you would think the exact opposite, and yet it makes perfect sense for them

[littlebabydeersam]

touchy-feely manhandly hands aren’t incest. It’s just how normal brothers touch each other.

[wincestmaxxing]

my little rabid puppies who are weirdly possessive of each other

[sammysknife]

how are you watching supernatural and not seeing the incest. like what do you do when sam stares directly at dean lips, or when dean makes sam watch him have sex, or when they get mistaken as a couple and they just play along, or when dean gets a little too close to sam and he just stands still, or when they get jealous about each other's partners, or when sam cups dean's face almost the same way he does when he kisses girls, or when-

[cottonwrenss]

So here’s the deal...

Pretty little Sammy’s begging his big brother for a kiss, all desperate and adorable. Dean grabs his babe’s wrist, and yanks him down onto the bed.

But Sammy’s such a needy little slut. he’s arching his slim waist and pushing that perky ass up high, practically begging Dean to fuck him raw from behind and breed that tight ass.

Dean’s using every fucking bit of willpower to hold back the urge to climb on the bed and pound his babe senseless.

[inbredflies]

ꪆৎ ˚

dean prone boning sam with his huge bicep wrapped around his neck. his entire weight is resting on sam’s body, and his erection is driving into that tight hole with his pelvis rhythmically slapping against sam’s plush ass.

and it’s just too good on sam’s end, the constant thrusts of dean’s cock jabbing at his prostate and him being suffocated by dean’s muscular arm has his brain turning into mush and his own cock leaking on the mattress. there is not a single coherent word that is slipping past his mouth besides the little mewls and high-pitched moans.

sam can’t squirm away either; with the very little strength that he has, he takes every deep stroke dean is giving him. and he doesn’t realize that he’s starting to drool on his bicep till dean lifts his head with his other hand, where he sees a string of saliva connected from his mouth to dean’s arm. the room may have spun on a tilted axis, but his brother was the only pull sam needed. dropping his chin into the meat of dean’s bicep, sam clamped down. and dean just stares down at the messy, slobber-soaked display, chuckling as he tightens his hold. it wasn't a malicious bite, but a dull gnawing.

"look at that," dean crooned, his voice dripping with syrupy condescension as he lazily scratched behind sam’s ear. "my little puppy got himself a chew toy."

[ghouls-zombies-skeletons]

Breakfast in bed but it’s just coffee from a vending machine :p