I'm only tangentially in this fandom but a goth!sam au sounds fantastic
Goth!Sam is my beloved, it starts off with him coloring his nails with a black sharpie, then the smudged eyeliner, he diy's everything because they're on the road and they are pretty much broke except for paying for the motel or food.
I think it was Kripke that said that had the idea of Sam listening to emo/alternative bands and i love that Jared is actually a huge Pearl Jam fan and loves grunge music so there's a lot to work with in there.
💜🖤This one haunts me 👀 Based on a larger psychic!Sam AU where Sam is goth and does tarot and sees visions of people's deaths. I made a playlist for the AU, and the song I like most for writing this scene is Rev 22:20 by Puscifer
Dean’s stomach muscles quiver with the need to thrust, and he sees the smirk curling Sam’s
dark, smudged lips as his tongue snakes out under Dean’s cock. Dean feels the press of the
stud in Sam’s tongue against his frenulum and shivers.
God, they shouldn’t even be doing this right now, let alone right here, in the office of some
still-unknown maybe-monster Sam’s supposed to be investigating. But if Dean says any of that, Sam will only take it as a challenge.
“Don’t be a tease, Sammy,” Dean demands instead, voice strained, fingers clawed back against the door, resisting the urge to grab.
Sam looks up at him, lips slack in feigned confusion, letting Dean’s dick drop from his mouth. It leaves a trail down Sam’s chin that shimmers in the blacklight. Dean groans at the sight, hissing at the glance of zipper teeth against his sensitive shaft. Sam grins, teeth bright like the Cheshire cat between his black lips. Tugs at Dean’s open pants until Dean feels the door against his bare ass, jeans and underwear pooling somewhere around Dean’s bowed knees. Palms Dean’s dick again—and Dean doesn’t think the word 'reverent'; can’t look at Sam’s eyes now; lets himself get lost watching Sam’s black, bitten nails crawl up his body.
“Make me,” Sam dares, pulling Dean’s hand to the back of his head.
And Dean could fight him—he could, and he should—but his fingers lace into Sam’s dark,
sweaty hair as his other hand lines his cock up to Sam’s waiting mouth. Sam twists his fingers
into Dean’s shirt and gives him kitten licks, letting the ball of his tongue ring slide across Dean’s
slit teasingly. The more he teases, the wetter Dean gets, and Sam hums a pleased little moan
every time he tastes Dean’s precome. Dean’s fingers tighten in Sam’s hair as a warning, and he
flexes his hips, pushing Sam’s mouth all the way down on him. He feels Sam swallowing
convulsively around him, fighting his gag reflex like he’s got something to prove.
Dean should feel sick at how proud it makes him, but he’s a sick person, so instead he gives
another shallow thrust to feel Sam’s throat flutter around his cock. “Good boy, Sammy,” he says,
petting his fingers through Sam’s hair.
Thin streams of tears smear Sam’s eye makeup when he blinks up at Dean, tongue stroking
against Dean’s dick and giving an eager, guttural groan. Sam’s fingers scramble to detangle from Dean’s shirt, digging his fingers into the back of Dean’s thigh while his other hand grabs at Dean’s in his hair. Sam slides his mouth almost all the way off Dean’s dick and back down, using the hand in his hair and the one sliding up Dean’s ass as if to remind Dean what to do. Sam glares up at Dean, but the effect is undermined by how debauched and needy he looks.
Dean bites his lip and does as Sammy wants. Pushes his cock into Sam’s mouth, slow but
deep, churning against the fluttering of his throat. Pulls Sam’s head back by his hair slowly, just
to fuck in again. Sam’s breath is harsh through his nose, but increasingly shallow; Dean knows
he can’t keep this up for too long no matter how good it feels. He starts to thrust a little
shallower; a little faster; fucking his baby brother’s face.
Sam hangs on for the ride, letting Dean control the pace and no doubt leaving bruises on
Dean’s ass for later. The way Sam sounds with his moans muffled by Dean’s cock is all Dean
can hear for a span of moments, and he plays with the noises he can make, like Sam is his doll.
The warmth of Sam’s fingers leave Dean’s hand in his hair, and Dean’s rhythm falters the
smallest amount, watching Sam’s hand disappear from Dean’s line of sight to no doubt rub at
himself through his (stupid) button-fly jeans.
A whine of frustration vibrates through Dean’s cock, Sammy squirming as he works his fly open
to get a hand inside. Dean thinks of how tight those thrift store jeans were—how much tighter
they must be now, with his little brother’s big cock filling them up. Yanks on Sam’s hair in reflex,
holding him back, suddenly much closer than he wants to be.
“C’mon, baby boy, catch up. Want ya to come with me,” Dean urges as Sam scrapes his teeth in
rebuke—and, shit, that doesn’t help Dean slow down at all, and Sam knows it.
Sam wraps his hand around Dean’s wrist and drags his hand to the choker around his
neck—his previous cockiness completely eclipsed by the plea shining in his eyes when Dean’s
fingers rest on the chain but don’t grab it. Dean prickles with sweat at the feel of the cool metal
against Sam’s hot skin. It’s a dog collar, he knows, but not a leather one like Sam usually wears.
It’s a choker chain—not a pronged one, but a choker chain nonetheless.
Sam drags his mouth all the way up, teeth gentle on the fragile skin beneath them, and flicks his
tongue there against the head the way Dean taught him to do to a clit. Suckles, hard, and pulls
his mouth off with a pop. Wraps the chain around Dean’s hand and digs his nails in until Dean's
fingers close.
“This isn’t how I die, promise,” Sam says, voice cock-rough and cock-sure.
Dean doesn’t know what scares him more—the way Sam knows that for a fact, or the way
Sammy saying that makes Dean the hardest he’s ever been in his life.
currently thinking of cute gothic teenage sammy in a secret relationship with dean, the boy with leather jacket and whose lips taste like blood and smoke * ˚ . ₊ ˚ ╱ ₊˚. ࿐
i just love thinking about goth!sam, sitting on his bed of a motel room, putting on some black lipstick looking in a small mirror he's holding in one hand, heavy metal music loudly playing on the radio
consider, goth!sam x biker!dean. im just picturing sam with guyliner and like dark mauve lipstick, pentagram earrings, a nose ring and dean with a harley davidson, leather jacket, and biker boots. but like season 4 sam and season 10 or 11 dean. sammy maybe in black ripped jeans, combat boots, and a black crop top with a decal of maybe some version of a ouija board? -🐢
My lovely turtle anon! 🐢 I was sold at Sam in guyliner! 💕 I've been head over heels for goth!Sam and biker!Dean ever since I started seeing @klowinchester and @ohnoitsthebat talk so passionately about them. And of course, my wonderful og wifey @sorryimnotthatkindofdoctor has some AMAZING musings of her own when it comes to the subject of biker!Dean. 🔥 Who I'm obsessed with by the way. I'm a l w a y s game for motorcycle riding, leather jacket wearing, baddest dude in town Dean Winchester. I live for SOA/Supernatural crossovers where Dean and Jax are rival gang leaders and Jax not only has his eye on Dean's power, but also that cute little thing by his side. 💋🔥
her name was alicia, and she had a skull tattoo on her hip. sam will always remember her.
she was his friend for the two months they stayed in this town in the middle of nowhere, she was like him, gothic and lonely.
she saw him the first day of school, and so did sam. then she approached him to ask if he had a cigarette. he said yes. and then they passed the rest of the day together.
afternoon after afternoons, together late late into the night, they talk and learn about each other, amazed by how much they are and think alike. both unhappy about their life, wanting to get out, wanting to do something they wanted. her dream was to open a library. sam's dream was going to college.
they stole food and cigarettes and cheap make up, and they drink together and laugh and sam's happy but sad too, because he knows that he'll have to leave her and he doesn't want to, but he tries not to think about it.
one day she showes him a tattoo she has on the hip, a little skull, and damn sam wants one too, and they go to a tattoo artist, it doesn't really looked legal, but whatever. a few hours later, sam has a tattoo, on his left side, his ribs, and it's the amulet he gave to dean a few years ago.
a day later, he got a piercing, one on each ears, alicia is excited and tells him every minutes that he looks so good with them. he wonder if dean will like it.
and he's happy, cause he is who he wants to be with her.
but then. then one day she's not at school. he doesn't worry a lot, because sometimes she skips classes, but he doesn't find her after school. he looks out for her, anywhere where she could be, on the roof of a building, in the library, behind the coffee shop. he doesn't find her.
while he's about to go back to his motel room, he gets a call from dean who said they got the monster that haunted the town and they are going to leave tonight. sam stops walking. he doesn't want to leave without seeing her one last time, he has to find her. so he decided to go on the last place he thinks she could be; this old abandoned house where they used to pass hours talking and drinking and smoking, listening to music and taking pictures with a polaroïd dean gave to sam once. hes thinking about what to tell her. that's he's leaving? that they'll never see each other again? that he'll abandon her? his heart is beating too fast.
he enters the house and it's quiet and dark.
then he sees her. she's on her back, on the floor, and there is blood so so much blood, all around her, she looks like a fallen angel, her long golden hair like a halo, but she's dead she's dead she's dead and he can't breath.
dad and dean killed the monster, but too late. he still had the time for one last victim.
six hours later he's in the impala and they are leaving. his heart is broken, and he wants to scream against this world because it's so unfair, but he just sat on the backseat of the impala, tears rolling quietly on his cheeks. he swear to himself that he will never get attached to anyone ever again.
he will always remember the girl with the blond long hair and brown eyes, with black lips and black boots, who stole cigarettes and cookies and had a skull tattoo on the hip.
two towns later, he got another tattoo and it's the letter 'a' inside a skull, it's on his hip.
