#innocent!sam

[morokollisyo]

The two-headed boy: light and blood, innocence and future I kept drawing Sam, because there's always something new to explore in his expressions.

[dailywincestspam]

Sadly it won’t let me reblog it so I can share it with y’all. I think it’s because the person it’s submitted to is no longer available. But, regardless it’s a cute weecest post so I’m linking it here so y’all can see it too. [x]

[cherrycocoacola]

Based off of a post I saw earlier and had reposted.

It wasn't the same. Ever since Dean had gotten the Mark of Cain, he's been a cold-blooded murderer.

Sam wanted to believe Dean was still there, fighting to get free of the mark.

Many a times, he's told the demon form of his brother: "I'll never give in, Dean.. Not to the you I know right now." Dean always responded the same, bound in a chair by well-tied rope, surrounded by a devil's trap. Sam gave him another sanctified blood injection.

For a split moment, Sam thought it was Dean. His Dean. The Dean he knew since birth... And later fell in love with. His obviousness is his downfall.

Dean was him for a while. He hugged and kissed Sam.

"I'm so sorry, baby boy... I didn't mean to hurt you.."

"It's okay.. You weren't you.. " Sam smiles, feeling the gentle touch after a few weeks of torment. It felt good

He then realized his mistake. Sam saw Dean's eyes slowly grow into obsidian orbs.

He soon felt his arms pinned to the floor.

Dean, had Sam where he wanted him. Now he only wanted to pin his hips down, use them as leverage to pound into his baby brother.

"Let go of me!" Sam struggled for a bit, until he felt the familiar gentle touch. For a moment he was scared this Dean would force himself into Sam, who would be unwilling.

"I'm not gonna hurt ya. Demon or not. I'm still Dean... "

"... Not my Dean. I'm not giving in.. "

"Not even to this.. "

Dean leaned down and kissed him softly. Somehow there was gentleness in a man turned into a brute by a cursed mark.

He let Sam's nimble arms go and Sam hugged on to his neck, kissing Dean hastily.

"I want you to plow into me.. " Sam said in a whisper.

"Can do. But never say never, Sammy. Never say never. "

Dean stood up and with one arm, he yanked Sam up and over his shoulder. He carried him to his own room and flipped Sam back on his back. Swiftly, Dean took Sam's clothes off.

Sam spread his legs wide, giving Dean full view of the pink hole he enjoyed torturing, in a good way. Sam's cock layed on his lower belly. Dean freed his own from the crushing if the jeans.

Sam bit his lip. It had been a few weeks since they last fucked. He was definitely needy for it.

"You look so beautiful like this. On you back, exposed to me." Dean smirked devilishly.

Slowly, Dean prepared to boy. Though Sam was 35,he still had boyish charm.

However, as soon as Sam was used to his big brother's cock, Dean had no problem pounding Sam with an inch of his life.

Sam's chocked moans and gasps made Dean proud, that he was doing well.

After both boys came hard, Dean cleaned them up.

*Le time skip*

The Mark of Cain was gone. Finally gone. Dean broke down to tears apologizing for everything he did to his Sammy.

Sam soothed his big brother.

"Dee... It's okay.." Sam kissed him.

"How, Sam?!" He exclaimed, feeling intense guilt.

"If you're thinking you forced me into sex against my will.... You didn't. You probably don't remember, but somehow you were gentle." Sam explained

Dean nodded, actually happy hearing this. Though, he'd never forgive himself for hurting Sam with punches or threatening his life.

Sam moved into the older man's lap and held his face. "I guess no matter the circumstances.... You'll always be my Dean."

"I can't hurt my Sammy." Dean smiled, the tears finally stopping.

He kissed Sam. Despite everything, things seemed alright.

@say-yes-to-hole @libraryofdimpledbottoms

[wincestplease]

Prompt: "I just don't know what to do anymore, Dean." (Love you btw)

[[ Love you more btw ]]

“I just don’t know what to do anymore, Dean.” Sam mumbles, looking down at his lap. He fiddles his hands together, his shoulders hunched in. Sam, at sixteen, was a scrawny thing, all long limbs and awkward, sharp angles. But damn, he was gorgeous. Especially in the morning light. Or at sunset.

Or, hell. Every damn hour in between. 

But Dean’s not in love, or anything.

“It’s not a big deal,” Dean shrugs, taking a sip of his beer. Yet another dusty motel room, another small town. John hadn’t called in two days. “Lotsa’ people don’t have their first kiss ‘till their older.” 

“Everyone in my class has, and we played truth or dare at Kate’s party. And now everyone knows I haven’t had my first kiss yet. M’a loser.” Sam pouts.

“And?” Dean rolls his eyes. “Sorry to break it to you, kiddo. But that ain’t news.”

Sam goes on, as if Dean hadn’t spoken. “What if I find someone I really like, and I wanna kiss ‘em, but I mess up ‘cause I don’t know how?” Sam worries at his bottom lip, eyes wide and panicked. His kid worried so much, about everything.

Truthfully, the thought of Sam kissing some girl made Dean sick. Made him furious.

“Sam–” Dean begins, but doesn’t get far before Sam interrupts him. 

“Kiss me.” He says suddenly, his hands scrambling at Dean’s jacket. 

“What?” Dean blinks, stunned. “Huh?”

“C’mon, Dean. You kiss so many girls–you’ve got to be an expert. Just one kiss, so I know how. So I’ll be practiced.” Sam says, and when he makes that pleading face at Dean–well. 

When has he ever been able to say no to those dimples? 

“I…Sam. Are. Are you sure?” 

Sam nodded quickly, already climbing onto Dean’s lap and wrapping his arms around Dean’s neck. 

Sam fit..perfectly.

“Okay.” Dean said numbly, his heart racing in his ears. “Okay. Close your eyes.” 

Sam did, immediately. He closed his eyes, lashes fluttering against his cheeks and lips slightly parted. He was holding his breath.

Dean leaned in, pressing his lips to Sam’s shell pink ones, once, twice, three times. 

Dean meant to keep it gentle, instructional. Just the basics. But Sam wanted more, evidently, and he turned the kiss hungry, sloppy and biting. Dean let out a surprised sound and pulled Sam closer. 

Hands in Sam’s hair, mouth on his neck, on his lips, on his jaw. When Dean finally pulls away, it takes a hell of a lot of effort. But he keeps his hand cupping Sam’s face. 

“Dean,” Sam gasped eyes wide, looking at Dean like he’d never seen him before. “I..is kissing always like that? Because that was…” He blinks, and doesn’t finish his sentence.  He tilts his head, so puppy like that Dean’s heart squeezes. “I’d like more, please.”

Dean groans–christ Sammy, don’t ask like that, gonna make me crazy, and obliges. 

Dean teaches Sam how to kiss that day. Among…other things that mouths can do. 

[supernaturalficrec]

Smoke gets in your eyes

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Written by: VioletHyena

Pairing name: Sabriel

Age rating: Mature Genre: Smut Word Count: 5778

Warnings: 

Summary: In the 1950s, Sam Winchester is a dutiful catholic man attending college. Loki Norse is a greaser gang member who lives on the fringes of society. Sam knows better than to get tangled up in a mess like that. And yet, he can't deny what he really wants forever.

My thoughts: I really liked this story and I only wish that it would have been a little bit longer :) It was cute story !