#feeder!dean

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Oblivious!cas in all his glory

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The first time Adam had come to live with the winchesters he had been a skinny little thing, all skin and bones. A lot’s changed since then.

"How's he doing?" Dean asked, glancing toward Sam as he stepped into the kitchen and closed the door behind him.

"Uh, dead to the world," Sam answered. "I don't think we're getting him back 'til morning, he crashed out pretty hard."

"Well, no wonder, with how much he ate tonight." Dean had been washing dishes. He turned the water off, dried his hands as he turned to face his brother. "He at least finish off the brownies before he went down for the count?"

"Ooh, yeah." Sam nodded, then gestured to the door. "He's probably gonna need a belly rub. If you wanna...?"

"You seriously gotta ask?" Dishtowel tossed over his shoulder, Dean threw a wounded look at Sam as he passed him, who smirked.

"You're right. My bad."

Adam Milligan had first come to them as a runaway. Mother dead, no place to go, he'd gone looking for his biological father, who happened to also be theirs, and found the two of them instead. He hadn't initially wanted to intrude. He hadn't been all that comfortable with their relationship, either. But with plenty of wheedling, and cajoling, the tiny, underfed kid who was pretty much nothing but eyes and ribs and collarbones had reluctantly agreed to stay. Just for a month. Maybe two. Long enough to find a job and get on his feet.

That was four years ago, now.

Sam was a part-time lecturer at the local college and a personal trainer. Dean worked back of house at a local high-end restaurant, and had the hefty gut to prove how much he enjoyed his own (excellent) cooking. Four years ago, they had absolutely towered over their little half-brother. Even if he'd been taller than both of them, they would have entirely dwarfed him.

That wasn't exactly the case anymore.

They had a very comfortable couch in the living room, not that big but not that small either, secondhand, much beloved. Adam took up two of the three cushions now, and was steadily inching onto the third, better-fed by the day. Sitting, his plush thighs spread in order to accommodate his perpetually-bloated gut, with the round little tits perched on top of it his shirts only barely seemed to contain. Love handles, double chins...he had it all.

Right now, he sat stuffed to the gills and snoring gently to himself, belching, occasionally hiccupping. It was loud in the living room, but it wasn't his mouth making the noise; it was his churning, gurgling belly, full of gas and rich, heavy food. In need of a belly rub, indeed.

It had started with Dean's cooking, and a lack of activity. Sam needed hours at the gym to burn off what he ate. Adam was young, had a fast metabolism, but after a month, he was looking at a little muffin top that could've been water weight. After two, it wasn't water weight anymore. Then there had been the snacking, including at night, the doubling and tripling of his portions, the extra desserts, the introduction of the belly rubs, the fact the kid asked for everything because he was as natural a glutton as could be, and...well. Miracle he only weighed six hundred by now, really.

"Shit, Sammy." Taking a seat on the coffee table in front of Adam so he could tend to that much-abused stomach, Dean sighed dramatically. "Think our kid might be getting kinda fat."

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benny feeding from dean's thigh and coming when he tastes dean's orgasm in his blood and sees come drip down in the crease of dean's hip

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dude imagine an au where Zeke is a vampire and Dean's his feeder

Ezekiel didn’t like it, taking from Dean. Bagged blood would only go so far, though. He did it to keep from hurting anyone. Not that drinking from Dean bi-weekly didn’t hurt him… but at least he was able to walk away. The last time Ezekiel snapped and killed someone he nearly ended himself. Only his sire kept him from running himself through with a stake.

Dean didn’t seem to mind, though. No matter Ezekiel’s reservations, he was always willing and ready. His bicep was dotted with more scars than could be counted and though it had to hurt, he never complained. Maybe Ezekiel shouldn’t have spoken so highly of Dean to begin with.

Warm fingers carded through his hair, a gesture he knew was nothing short of loving. He stopped short of what he would usually take, laving over the punctures in Dean’s flesh so they would mend.

"Zeke? Full already?" Dean’s skin was sun-kissed and healthy. He labored with his hands, working anywhere from farms to construction. He was strong, perfect.

Ezekiel pressed his lips to Dean’s, surprised that there was no hesitation to return the kiss. His mouth was coated in Dean’s own blood, but it didn’t seem to matter. It was only when he started pulling Dean toward the couch that the kiss broke, Ezekiel backing away a few feet to give Dean room.

"Zeke, dude, not that I’m not totally down for this, but what’s gotten into you?" Dean panted heavily, heart pounding and blood filling him.

Ezekiel’s mouth watered as he listened to it, swallowing thickly before answering. “I’m sorry, Dean, I’m aware that this is a bit rushed.”

Dean chuckled and wiped a hand over his mouth, smearing blood across his lips. “You think? Like I said, I’m down, I just want to know what’s changed.”

Ezekiel forced himself to look away from the drying streak on Dean’s mouth, focusing instead on his eyes. “My sire wants to meet with you.”

Dean licked his lips, then again when he tasted the blood. Confusion furrowed his brow. “Wait, what? Meet with me?” Ezekiel nodded, watching Dean’s face fall slack in shock. “Meet with me, meet with me?”

Ezekiel nodded again. “I understand if you wish to say no—”

"Nah, it’s um, it’s just a surprise." He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. "So what do I wear?"

Dean grinned, hiding his fear in humor. Ezekiel smiled indulgently and approached, cupping Dean’s face between his hands. “Wear your confidence and intelligence, Castiel does not easily impress.”

"I got you easily enough, didn’t I?" Dean surged forward into another kiss, not giving him chance to answer.

Ezekiel smiled into the kiss and let Dean push him down, straddling him on the couch. He pulled Dean in by the hips and smiled up to him. “That you did.”

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Dean is the prettiest feeder. Plush pink lips, expressive green eyes and all that smooth, freckled skin. Benny wants to eat him right up, but he can't. Not yet. Dean's barely a day over seventeen and he's already so grown.

Benny admires the length of the boy's cock as it sits against his thigh, not even hard. Dark hair curls around the base, a trail of it wandering up and ending just under his bellybutton. There's hardly any hair on him outside of his head, a complete contrast to Benny. Sometimes Dean jokingly calls him a bear, usually right before asking to see his teeth. He'll smile softly and let them slip out. The reflection of them in Dean's eyes stirs something in his chest, something deeply needy.

But for right now he's content to ignore his own need in favor of letting Dean sleep. After all, every birthday boy should be allowed to sleep in.

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SCREAMING VERY LOUDLY

yourfriendlyunicornhunter submitted: 

Benny is back from Purgatory, but he still feels like he can't stay clean, but Dean wants to help and he's going to make up for not being there for Benny. Sam is a little iffy on Benny being around, but he did die so he could be brought back to Earth. Cas is human and in the bunker with them, too, as is Bobby and Kevin, so really, what's one more person? Especially since Charlie and Krissy visit, too.

But it's hard for Benny, even though he's trying really really hard, and Dean thinks he can make it easier for Benny if he becomes a feeder for him but they can't tell anyone because they'd freak and wouldn't understand.

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twink!feeder!dean walking around in daisy dukes and showing off his ass and benny being thankful he's already dead or this boy might just kill him