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[rottingsins]

As someone with the same personality type as Sam Winchester, I'd like to state that I too am in love with Dean Winchester.

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[missdavonne]

Supernatural 13x01 Lost and Found  /15x19 Inherit the Earth

Demanding Cas back.

[pastorpresent]

So many of Sam and Dean's interactions completely blur the lines of platonic and romantic, and I like the idea that they're aware of this. At some point they sort of stopped being able to discern the two, and then they stopped trying all together because they were just going to drive themselves insane trying to figure it out.

They're not quite boyfriends, but not quite just brothers, they're just them and that's enough for them both.

[forthewincest]

Dean: Sam, do you like me or like like me?

Sam: Dean, we’re married.

Dean: You didn’t answer my question.

Sam: Honestly at this point I’m not even sure.

[openharborbringontheships]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Smut, just pure filthy porn, Bottom Dean Winchester/Top Sam Winchester, Rimming, Overstimulation, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Shower Sex, Beard Burn, Comeplay, Multiple Orgasms Series: Part 24 of Wincest Drabbles Summary:

A continuation of sorts to Invisible Marks, Prominent Markers, this is just pure pwp. Check the tags

[womanoflettersinthebunker]

Sam watched disinterestedly as Dean gathered the humans blood into the jar, scoffing when his brother used his own fingers to deepen the cut. Dean had no problem using anything he had on him and improvising, he enjoyed the feeling of their victims blood drying and staining his skin and more often than not Sam would catch him licking it clean.

“You’re not kissing me if you lick the blood again.” Sam warned him, narrowing his eyes at the grin on Deans face. As if on purpose he locked eyes with Sam and licked at his fingers, making a small popping noise when they slid out.

“Don’t be such a prude Sammy.” Dean said, turning back to the almost dead human. “Just make sure the reaper can’t do shit.”

“I already painted the runes, they’re going to be kept out.” Sam told him. “Not like we can’t kill it if we have to.”

“Now who’s the bloodthirsty one.” Dean said, shooting him a smile. “We’re almost done here, then we can go.”

“Good, the sooner the better.” Sam said, rifling through the man's wallet and bag. He pocketed the cash and looked at the pictures, debating for a moment to take the credit cards but then deciding against it, too many traces possible on that one.

He did keep the picture for a moment, scoffing at the picture perfect family of a wife and daughter. He threw it all to the ground to be added to their pyre later. The gasoline and matches were right next to him and waiting and to keep himself occupied he drenched them in gasoline, watching it stain the plastic.

He went through the bag and started to put things aside that interested him or might be of use to them. There was nothing really special other than a few knives that looked sharp enough for them, he added those to the keep pile. There was a flask of something and the idea of having some sort of drink made him smile.

Opening it he couldn’t really smell anything and he took a sniff anyway, groaning when all he smelled was water. Some of it dripped onto his fingers and he raised an eyebrow at it slowly made him burn. He glanced at Dean to make sure he wasn’t looking and brought his fingers to his mouth, relishing the burn.

Holy water. A container filled with holy water and knives. Shaking his head he closed the flask and tossed it back into the bag, even if they cleaned it out it was useless to them now.

“I think he was a hunter.” Sam told his brother. “There’s holy water and some weapons in here.”

“Any good weapons?” Dean asked, glancing at his brother before looking back at the rapidly dying man.

“Just some knives, nothing special.” Sam told him, inspecting the knives once more. “Nothing we don’t already have.”

“Might as well keep ‘em, a knife is a knife.” Dean said, rolling his shoulders back a few times.

Sam gave a shrug and dug out a flask of holy water once more. He poured some onto his fingers, fighting back a smile at the slight burn; Dean did call him a masochist at times and maybe it was true but oh well. He brought his hand up and flicked it towards his brother.

It took a moment for it to register, he was focused on the body after all, but once the burning sensation started to set in Dean let out a shout of annoyance.

“Sammy c’mon!” he protested, waving his bloodstained hand in the air. “I’m trying to do some work here.”

“Well I’m bored, so either work faster or,” he flicked his fingers at him again, watching Dean try to dodge the water. “Or be my entertainment.”

Dean picked up and brought his knife up threateningly. “I’m going to cut those fingers off.”he warned. “And I’m going to stick them down your throat.”

“Oh I’m really trembling now.” Sam said with a smile, pouring some more holy water onto his fingers and watching the smoke rise. “Truly Alistair's most prized student.”

“I’m going to take this out of your ass.” Dean told him before he smirked. “But that’s what you want anyway, ain’t it little brother?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Sam told him, still trying to make the holy water fall on him. “And focus, he’s about to die.”

Dean's eyes narrowed, a small promise of what’s to come to Sam later on tonight, and turned back to the man. He grabbed the jar that was half filled with the guys blood, pressing it to the cut on his neck. The symbols they had made on his chest glowed at that moment and a small pulse filled the room as the man's soul was pushed out of his body as it died. Moving fast Dean closed the jar around it and swirled the blood, watching it stain the soul just enough to ground it into the glass.

“And there we go.” Dean said standing up. He tossed the jar up and down a few times, laughing when the soul was bounced around. “We’re done.”

Sam had been holding onto the blade, watching at the edges of their warding as a frustrated reaper was refused entry to do his job. He raised an eyebrow and then raised the angel blade, making sure the ripper caught sight of it. The angel blade had been a pain to get but so, so worth it.

The reaper hesitated, eyes going from the blade of the jar in Dean's hands but ultimately it bowed its head and disappeared.

“Good, guess they can be taught.” Sam said, sliding the knife back into his jacket. He grabbed the gasoline and started to spread it over the body and the floor, adding the pictures and the wallet to it as well.

He wiped his fingers dry on the side of his jeans, holding back a yelp when Deans hand suddenly shot out and grasped at his tightly, squeezing hard enough to make his bones hurt.

“When we get back to the motel room.” Dean breathed into his ear. “I’m going to show you just how ‘entertaining’ I can be.”

Sam smiled and held back a shiver as best as he could. “Promises, promises.” he murmured.

The two of them laughed and left the building, throwing a match behind them as they did.

And with that Bill Harvelles body was burned, the fire strong enough to leave the bare minimum of bones and ash.

[fictionalabyss]

That ass is a peach, Sammy.

Pairing : Dean x Sam. Dylan (oc)

Word count : 2,331

Written for : @spnaubingo & @samwinchesterbingo

AU square : Mechanic!Dean

Sam Bingo Square : Sam in nothing but greasy coveralls.

Warnings : Wincest/Incest. Anal, dirty talk, praise, promises of more to come. A few laughs during sex because if your not laughing sometimes, you’re doing it wrong lol.

SPN AU BINGO Round 2 Masterlist.

Sam Winchester Bingo Masterlist.

*This fic was a commission*

When Sam finally walked in ready to work, it was just after ten am. “You're an hour late.” Dean didn't even look up from the car he was working on as he said it. And he didn't need to look up to know his brother was giving the back of his head what Dean called his bitch face.

“Yeah, well, didn't exactly get much sleep last night. Ended up sleeping through my alarm.”

Dylan, a younger man that Dean had hired straight out of trade school, slid out from under a car with a grin. “Woman kept you up all night? Shit, if you don't call her back, can I?” Dylan grabbed himself, giving it a shake with a laugh. Sam chuckled with a shake of his head.

“You got work to do. Do it.” Dean snapped, glaring at the kid. “She'll be back in an hour for her car and you better be fuckin’ done with it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I don't think you can handle who I fuck, anyways.” Sam teased with a grin.

“Maybe you should give her Dean’s number..” Dylan mumbled as he slid back under the car.

“What'd I say?” Dean snapped at the kid, but it was Sam he watched get to work.

“I'm working, I'm working..” Dylan mumbled.

“Closing time, Sammy.” Dylan leaned on the side of the car in Sam's work space.

“For the last time, it's Sam.”

“Dean calls you Sammy.”

“Dean’s been getting in shit for it since I was 15. Besides, he's my brother, he's allowed to be a pain in my ass.” Dylan scoffed and glanced to the office window where he could see Dean finish up some paperwork. “I was late coming in and I gotta finish this, so I'll be sticking around a bit.”

“You got a hot date coming? Is it the girl from last night?” Sam gave the kid a weird look. “Shit, if Dean would let me stay late, I'd tell bitches to meet me here.. let them see me all greasy from work.” He winked.

“That's exactly why I make your ass leave.” Dean shut his office door behind him. “Stop calling women ‘bitches’ and maybe you'll get laid once in a while.

Dylan sucked his teeth at Dean and got off the car. “I get laid.”

“Your right hand doesn't count.” Dean rolled his eyes. “You eat, Sammy?”

“Not since lunch.”

“And you barely ate lunch. I'll be back.” As Dean started towards the door, he grabbed Dylan by the shirt and dragged him along. “Lets go, kid. Get out of my garage before I fire you.”

“Drinks later, Sam?” he called over his shoulder.

“Maybe another night.”

“See you tomorrow then, Sammy.”

“It's Sam!”

Sam was getting the engine back in place when he felt a body come up behind him, hips pressing him against the car, arms caging him in as a nose brushed along the back of his neck. “You know how much I fucking hate it when you act like some piece of ass in a skirt is rocking your world.”

Sam smirked. “You wanna tell the kid it's you that's been keeping me up all night, brother? Or is that why you hired him? Another piece of ass for you to enjoy at wo-”

“Only ass getting this is yours and you know it.” Dean thrust his hips forward, shoving Sam into the metal frame.

“You hired the little perv for a reason.” Sam teased. “If it wasn't his ass, was it his cock?”

“You'd be jealous if it was.” Dean was hard and aching, thoroughly enjoying grinding himself against his brothers ass. The fact that Sam was trapped and couldn't get away only made him want it more.

Sam glanced over his shoulder with a chuckle. “I share better than you.”

Dean's hand shot up, grabbing hold of Sam's face, fingers digging into his cheeks and forcing his head to turn just a touch more. “I don't fucking share.” it was a possessive growl, deep in his chest before his lips and teeth attack his brothers, biting and kissing with an intense hunger. “Turn around.”

Sam was all too happy to obey, turning in the small space he was afforded, Sam watched his brother lick his lips and smirked as Dean pulled on the zipper of his grease covered coveralls and the look his face got when he uncovered bare chest.

“Fuck..” Dean groaned. “Knew you were ass naked under here.” He bit his bottom lip after licking it and continued to drag the zipper down, uncovering more of his brothers hard body. “Could tell when you walked. The way your dick bounced against your thigh.” As the zipper hit its end, Dean pulled Sam's cock free of the coveralls and gripped him tight. “You know what that does to me, Sammy. Seeing you cock bouncing around at work.”

“It gets me a week of you at my door or blowing up my phone with pictures. Works like a charm, every time.”

“Get in the back seat.”

Sam chuckled, but Dean was dead serious. “Dean, I need to finish up the engine, this isn’t our-”

“Get in the fucking back seat, Sam.” Dean pushed the coveralls over his little brother’s broad shoulders. “Now. Before I put you in the backseat.” Dean gave him a little shove. “I don’t give a shit who’s fucking car it is. I’m fucking you, now.”

“Yes, Sir.”  Dean groaned, moving with Sam step for step. When Sam turned and duck into the back seat, Dean slapped his ass, making Sam jump and hit his head on the roof and muttered out a  “Jerk.”

“Bitch.” Dean said the word with a sly grin, and Sam looked back at him with a twinkle in his eye. Sam was his bitch, and he knew it. Grabbing the back of Sam’s coveralls, Dean gave them a tug as Sam crawled into the seat. “God, I love that ass.” He ducked in, giving it a bite and making Sam jump again.

“Damnit, Dean.” Sam rubbed at his head as Dean chuckled behind him.

“That ass is a peach, Sammy. Just can’t help myself.” Dean pulled off Sam’s steel toe shoes and tossed them, ignoring the loud bang they made when they hit a tool bench.

Sam lifted his knees one by one to make it easier on Dean, who was tugging on his coveralls once more. “I should leave bite marks on your ass next time.”

“You say that like I’ll say no.” Dean gave the coveralls one last tug before tossing them over his shoulder. Moving into the back seat over Sam, arms going on either side to cage his brother under him, his lips moved up Sam’s strong back. “I love it when you mark me.”

The words were mumbled into his shoulder and Sam moaned hearing it. “Fuck.” His head dropped, and one hand moved under him so he could grab onto his throbbing cock and give it a squeeze at the base.

“How bad you want it, Sammy?” Dean asked as he pressed his hips harder against Sam’s ass.

“I hate you.”

Dean laughed at that, a finger going into his mouth and his tongue swirled around it. Once it was wet with saliva, it left his mouth and he teased Sam's puckered hole before pushing it in deep. “You weren't saying that last night. In fact, I think you said-”

“I know what I said.” Sam let out a groan as Dean's finger moved out and back in “And now I'm saying I need more.”

“So impatient, baby brother.” Dean teased, and when his finger pulled back again, he slid a second one in with it. “Do I ever leave you wanting?”

“Not for long..” Sam moaned, hips rocking softly back onto Dean's fingers.

“I love how desperate you get for me.” Dean groaned and let his teeth graze Sam's shoulder blade.

“Pretty sure-” Another groan cut him off, and he gripped his cock tight again.

“What was that?”

“Pretty sure you’re the one who gets desperate.” Sam barely managed to get the words out before he was biting down on his lip with a whine.

“Oh, I’m sorry, was that your prostate? Is it still tender from last night? Did I work you too hard, Sammy?”

“You wish, old man.”

“Old-” Dean growled and pulled his fingers out. “I’ll show you, fucking old man.” He mumbled to himself as he pulled something out of his pocket and dropped it onto the seat next to his knees before undoing his jeans. Sam looked back with a triumphant grin.

Dean made quick work of getting himself slathered with lube, even let a few drops slide down Sam’s ass crack. It always made Sam shiver, little goosebumps prickle his skin when he felt it, and Dean loved that reaction. Then there was no warning, no words, he barely lined up, but Dean had done this a million times. His body knew where the mark was, Dean could do this on muscle memory alone. He slammed home, deep and rough, and Sam was forced to let go of his cock when he jerked forward, just to keep his head from hitting the door.

“Fuck!” Another thing Dean loved, that first trust, giving or receiving, Sam couldn’t keep quiet. It was always a string of curses. “Holy shit, Dean..” A groan of Dean’s name that made his cock swell, and when Sam felt it, “Oh, god, yes..” Sam’s head would hang down and he’d start moving back, keeping in perfect time with Dean’s thrusts.

“That’s it, Sammy. Work that ass for me.” Dean gave his ass a slap, the sound seeming to echo in the silence of the garage.

There was no real rhythm to Dean’s movements. He was driven by need, a hunger, and yeah, Sam was right, a desperation. How Sam always seemed to keep in time with him, he never knew. But then again, when the roles were reversed, Dean never had trouble matching his brothers movements either.

“Hand back on your cock, Sammy.”

“I’ll hit my head again..”

One of Dean’s hands left Sam’s hips, and his palm went flat against the window. “I got you.” A moment later, he could feel it, the shake from Sam’s arm pumping away, and how Sam’s thighs shook slightly from all the stimulation. “Good boy.” Sam whined at the praise, his ass clenched and Dean almost lost it. “Jesus, Sam.. Fuck. Don’t-” Sam clenched around him once more. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Good. Grab my shoulder for a sec.”

Dean did as asked, his other hand left Sam’s waist and gripped his shoulder and steadied him as Sam’s hand left the seat beneath him. He slowed his fist around his cock, his fingers keeping his balls tucked close while that free hand moved past. He smiled when his fingertips met with saggy flesh, and he gave Dean’s balls a tickle.

Dean jerked at the contact. “Asshole.” he grumbled while Sam laughed. Dean gave him an extra hard thrust that killed his laughter had made his whole body go tense, goosebumps once again sweeping across Sam’s skin. “You’re gonna pay for that, Sammy.”

“I fucking hope so.” Sam groaned, fist once again pumping away on his cock. “Gonna-”

“Almost there..” Dean quickened, his movements growing sloppier, keeping himself deeper. His breath coming out in warm pants against the expanse of his brothers strong back. “Fuck, Sammy, almost there..”

“Fill me up, Dean. Wanna feel so fucking full again. Like when I woke up this morning.”

Dean groaned, remembering the lazy sex he’d had with Sam as the sun came up. The slide of their bodies together under Sam’s thick comforter. Filling him up and staying buried inside him while he held Sam as he drifted off back to sleep.

“Shit, Sammy.”

“You’re coming over again tonight..” Sam licked his lips and hissed as his hand moved over the sensitive head of his cock. “But this time, you’re gonna be late.” Dean’s forehead fell to Sam’s back with a groan. “When I wake up to shower for work, I’m going to fuck you first. I’m going fill you up, and then fill you up again.”

“Sammy..” Dean was on the edge.

“‘Gonna fuck you so full of come, big brother. Fuck that sounds like a good morning.” Sam chuckled. “I can picture it. Me leaving for work while you sleep in my bed with come leaking out of your ass onto the sheets..” Sam groaned this time, barely able to hold back. It was taking everything in him not to come right then and there. “I haven’t even washed them yet. Your come is still there from this morning.”

“Jesus Christ, Sam.”

“I love waking up and smelling like you.”

“Fuck!” Dean’s whole body shook, his hips never parting from Sam’s as he pulsed inside his brother, shooting him with spurt after spurt of hot come.

“That’s it, Dean. Oh fuck, that’s it.” Sam’s hand doubled it’s efforts. A moment later, he was coming too, the liquid hitting the seat under him as Dean finally stopped, his body going lax.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Sam chuckled as he looked down beneath him. “He’s gonna be pissed about his car..”

Dean finally worked up enough strength to pull away, and got out of the back seat. His eyes were glued to the come leaking out of Sam’s stretched out hole while he did up his jeans. “Go get cleaned up, then get some food in you. I’ll deal with this mess.”

“What about the engine?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Sam slipped out of the back seat and stretched. “I love feeling you running down the back of my thigh.”

“Don’t fucking start, or the only thing your eating tonight, is my dick.”

Sam grinned, and pressed a soft kiss to his brother’s lips. “I’d happy live off a dick diet if it’s yours.”

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