#hissammyboy

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+  witchmonkey

+  crowiis

+  cheekymaniac

+  hissammyboy

+  ilikeourodds

As Bonnie approached the old witch’s house, she took a slow breath in. Old magic sweeping up her spine, through her skin, evening out her heartrate. Her shoulders loosening before she felt another presence and automatically tensed right back up. “Who’s there?”

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►; hissammyboy

      ❝ do you usually go snooping through people’s stuff?                                      ---     you won’t find much.  ❞

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hissammyboy

[cont] Sam looked down at the needy mess that was Dean and gulped lightly to himself. The feeling of his hot breath against his neck sent shivers through the younger boy’s throat. He could tell the other needed more, but what? All Sam could do was reach down and slowly undo the other’s pants to help relief some of the stress he was feeling.

Fucking succubus. It was all he could think of at the moment other than the fact that he was really horny. What didn’t help was that he’d been having some un-brotherly thoughts about Sam as of late. About how nice it would feel to be filled up and stretched by his—

Fucking fuck, fuck. He rested his forehead against his brothers shoulder, suppressing a whimper as he shuddered atop him. The feeling of Sam freeing him, of his hand, he had to swallow hard, not wanting to voice his thoughts. He was already in hot water, begging Sam for something he couldn’t exactly voice. 

How did you say ‘fuck me’ to your own brother? 

“I—I need—”

[familianegotium]

❤

Heartfelt Text

[ sms;; Sam ]: I don’t like when you lie to me, Sam. I know you’re not okay. I know that Dad ‘disowning’ you was rough on you. I’m proud of you for what you’re doing and I’ll support you enough for the old man and mom too. Make us proud, little brother. 

[familianegotium]

♤

♤:Taking a bath together

To be honest, Dean isn’t as calm as he’s letting on. Sure, he’s bathed his little brother countless times, but that stopped when Sam was fourteen and decided it was embarrassing. Now, with Sam wounded and needing the assistance, he can understand why his brother is tense. Dean stands behind him, both of them in the nude - neither willing to admit it’s ‘weird’ to stay clothed - while calloused hands gently and carefully cleanse the large, deep wounds in his brothers back. 

Sam had grown so much, so quickly, and Dean feels… well, downright small next to him. Moreso now, with his own forbidden thoughts and the view of broad, muscled shoulders slick with water that’s only interrupted by his own hands. Thank hell for his self control. There’s a tension in the silence, an unspoken promise not to break the moment or make it worse with words that might bring them back to themselves. He can deal with that. 

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lilly-harris-jones, heartbreakxre, chainxbreaker, siiimmons, @hissammyboy

pls come thread with me ok I NEED INTERACTIONS IN THAT VERSE.