#nepsbday2024

[hillhouseeleanor]

Sam and Lucifer // Inbred

June 25th: Ethel Cain for @holyfreaks mini event

[holyfreaks]

family is hell

the hollies, "he ain't heavy, he's my brother" / supernatural 9x23 / phoebe bridgers, "motion sickness" / supernatural 4x21 / stateless, "bloodstream" / supernatural 2x08 / the crystals, "he hit me (it felt like a kiss" / supernatural 1x21

for the sam and dean mini event

[winpeg]

growing pains - ethel cain

Jun 27 prompt: growing pains

my edit for the samdean mini event for neps bday. happy birthday @holyfreaks !!

[slutbee]

when he's god

Written for the Sam and Dean Mini Event by @holyfreaks

06/26/24 Prompts: First times/last times, motel rooms, love like religion/devotion

Rating: E

WC: ~2k

Part 2/4.

Summary: It's been a while since Dean first gave into Sam begging to kiss him. Sam gets antsy and decides to take things to the next level. Dean never stood a chance of telling him no.

Making out with Sam made Dean indescribably high. His brother's lips were soft against his own; untouched, Dean thought. Sam was unsure at first, mouth cautious like he was afraid to make the wrong move. But Dean was happy to take the lead. He was teaching Sam, after all.

He huffed a breath out of his nose that ricocheted off Sam's face and back into his own. Sam shifted in Dean's lap, subtly enough that Dean wasn't sure he knew what he was doing. But the next roll of his hips was more confident, and Dean groaned involuntarily. He felt Sam smile and broke away.

"Sam," Dean said breathlessly, chest heaving with the effort to breathe around how fast his heart was beating.

Sam's expression turned worried. "Do you not- I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I promise."

"No, it's okay..." Dean hesitated, still catching his breath. "It's just that..." He sighed. "You're way too young."

The worry dropped from Sam's face and was replaced by a teasing grin. "That's what you're worried about here?"

Dean scowled and lunged forward to kiss Sam again. Breaking away, he said, "Shut up. That part makes it worse." Sam's face fell again and Dean rushed to cover himself. "I mean, if someone were to find out, they'll think I'm taking advantage of you. Older family member, I could've groomed you."

"You're right," Sam admitted dejectedly. "What are we supposed to do then, Dean? I want you." He pouted. It was so little-brother manipulative that Dean couldn't help but kiss him again.

"Make you a deal," he said when they parted. "When you turn sixteen."

"That's so long," Sam whined, punctuating his drama with a hard roll of his hips. Trying to manipulate Dean into giving in, but Dean had made up his mind to this hasty plan.

"It'll be okay," said Dean. "I just want to make sure we're not being impulsive. Plus, sixteen is the legal age of consent." He winked.

Sam added the puppy dog eyes 3000 to the pout. "I consent now."

"Legal, Sammy. Legal."

It had been several months since the first time they kissed. Sometimes, still, when Dad was away, they'd settle into one of the beds to nap together, waking each other up with gentle kisses all over the other's face. Which almost always turned into a heavy makeout session that Dean cut short, keeping to his stance.

Sam was frustrated. Months now, his brother had practically been edging him daily. He would let Sam get all worked up in his lap, then stop at the last second. At night, when he was sure Dean was sleeping, he crept to the bathroom to take care of his aching hard on, moaning Dean's name softly as he came.

Sam's birthday came and went, but Dean showed no signs of breaking from his pattern. When he stopped everything, Sam would whine and say pretty please, but Dean would not be moved. So Sam decided to take matters into his own hands.

They had finished shooting practice for the day, and Dean was in the shower washing away the sweat from the Midwestern summer day. Sam sat criss-crossed on the floor, cleaning their guns, bullets strewn on the carpet from him haphazardly emptying them. His plan was simple: accost Dean while he was half-naked, off-guard from his shower, and make him so turned on that he would have to fuck Sam.

In the other room, the shower turned off. Sam scrambled to put away the guns, leaving the bullets all over the floor, and jumped onto the bed. He laid on his stomach and grabbed the book he had placed to "read" only in his boxers. A familiar cold feeling gripped his chest, but he pushed it down. Nothing to be anxious about. Dean wouldn't hurt him.

The bathroom door creaked open behind him, and Dean's footsteps came a couple steps into the room before stopping. Sam smiled and craned his neck around to see him. Dean was clad in only a towel, wrapped loosely around his waist, like Sam had predicted, and he was frozen in place, mouth open slightly, breathing picking up.

Sam arched his back a little and wiggled his ass. "Come here, Dean," he said in a sing-songy voice. It was childish, he knew, but he was a child, after all.

Dean's voice was dry but sounded full of lust. "Sammy, I-"

"Oh come on, Dean." Sam rolled over onto his back, propping himself on his elbows to glare at his brother. "My birthday was two months ago. You promised."

Dean wasn't hard to convince. He walked the rest of the way to the bed, dropping his towel on the way, and climbed over top of Sam.

Sam had seen Dean naked before, many times, but nothing compared to having him hovering over Sam's also-naked body. He dropped back to the bed, his hands creeping up to grip Dean's hips.

"Too much clothes," Dean murmured, kissing down Sam's torso. When he reached the bottom, he hooked his fingers in Sam's boxers and carefully pulled them down. Sam shivered as the fabric dragged over his hardening cock.

"So pretty, Sammy," Dean said, pressing his mouth to the underside of Sam's dick. Immediately, Sam's whole body tensed. It was one thing to imagine your hand was someone else's, but it was another thing entirely to have your dick in someone's mouth. Sam moaned, surprised at the sound that escaped him.

Dean raised himself up and whispered against Sam's ear. "You wanna be on top, or you want me to?"

The favorite images of Sam's brain flashed through, of Sam's hands grasping Dean's hips while he pounded into him. He was willing to bet money that Dean's ass felt a million times better than his mouth.

"I want to be on top," Sam answered breathlessly. "But you have to tell me what to do." A surge of arousal coursed through him at the admission.

"Sure, baby," Dean said against Sam's jaw, where he was leaving open-mouthed kisses. Then he rolled off of Sam onto his back and flung his legs wide. "Come here."

Sam's heart thudded in his chest as he knelt over Dean. The act in itself was nothing he hadn't done before, but it was always fully clothed with the knowledge that nothing more was going to happen. Now he was finally escalating it.

Dean took hold of Sam's hand and brought it to his mouth, sucking Sam's fingers between his lips and swirling his tongue around them. Sam watched in fascination as Dean opened his mouth again and let go of Sam's hand, a string of saliva connecting to his lips.

"Put 'em inside me," Dean said, shifting to angle his ass upwards as much as he could while laying on his back. Sam hesitated, then brought his middle finger to circle Dean's hole. Dean bit his lip and looked so pretty under Sam, eyes widening when the finger pushed inside. Sam thrusted his finger inside Dean a few times experimentally.

"You can do another," Dean breathed, eyes fixed on Sam as he squirmed and blushed. "I was fingering myself in the shower." The last part was quieter as he was embarrassed to admit it.

Sam didn't say anything, just smiled and added two more fingers at once, making Dean gasp. He wiggled his three fingers inside Dean to get some kind of reaction, and was rewarded with a high pitched moan when he found the right spot. He pressed his fingers in that same spot several times, until Dean was squirming too much and a string of please-es were falling from his open mouth. Sam carefully extracted his fingers from his brother and wiped them on the motel blanket. He took hold of his dick and smoothed some precum around it before lining up with Dean's hole.

Shaking with excitement and nervousness, Sam used one hand to guide himself while the other found Dean's hand and gripped it.

"It's okay, Sammy," Dean reassured him, squeezing his hand. "Go for it."

"I'm gonna put it in," Sam whispered.

As he finally pushed his cock past Dean's rim, they both let out loud moans, Sam's a little higher-pitched and more like a whimper. He breathed heavily in loud sighs as Dean pulled him closer, farther in. Once he was buried to the hilt, he buried his face in Dean's neck and whined.

"Feels so good, baby," Dean said tightly, taking a deep breath. "Feel like I'm gonna blow already."

"I'm not gonna last," Sam whimpered desperately.

"No, you're doing so good," Dean encouraged. "So good. C'mon."

Sam pulled out slowly to thrust into his brother again. He struck up a rhythm, spurred on by the moans he was eliciting from Dean and the feeling of his tight hole wrapped around his cock. He didn't even realize his eyes were shut tight until he opened them and was met with Dean's gaze, looking reverently up at him. Sam shuddered and dropped down to catch Dean's lips in a messy kiss, jolting teeth against teeth with every rock of his hips.

"I love you," Dean whispered into Sam's mouth.

Dean wasn't usually the type of person to break out sappy shit when it came to sex, but the way Sam moved over him, face set in determination and pleasure, stirred up powerful emotions, too powerful to set aside and ignore.

"I love you," he whispered, and the way Sam's face lit up with a smile twisted in his heart. The gravity of how wrong this was hit him, because Sam was so much skinny high school boy that Dean had to remember that this was his little brother.

His, though, and nobody else's. That much was evident by the way Sam's fingers dug into Dean's hips, sure to leave bruises that he would have to hide from Dad. Sam sucked and bit at the side of Dean's neck, and that one Dad would definitely see, but Sam was his god, so Dean would play the part of sacrificial lamb. Taking the heat off Sam was his life's purpose. Sam was his life's purpose, really, and in that moment, with his little brother sweaty above him, face twisted in almost-orgasm, Dean realized there was really nothing left in the world short of dying that he wouldn't do for his brother. Although he would die for Sam if he had the reason or opportunity, he knew that.

Sam's fingers were interlaced with Dean's, pressing Dean's hand palm-up into the pillow by his head. Dean squeezed Sam's hand tightly, feeling himself getting close.

"God, Sammy, gonna-" Sam pushed Dean's thighs up and fucked him from this new angle straight over the edge, and Dean came untouched all over his stomach, practically up to his chin. He had never done that before, but he had never fucked Sammy before, and the love and intimacy he had with his brother was heightening his senses. Dean gasped and whined as Sam continued to hammer into him, chasing his own high until finally, finally, Sam threw his head forward, pressing his forehead to Dean's, and Sam-warmth spread inside Dean, accompanied by the prettiest sounds he'd ever heard a boy make, huffed into his ear.

Sam kept his pace for too long after that ("crazy bastard"), whining and moaning into Dean's ear as he overstimulated them both. It became nearly unbearable for Dean, but it was so intimate and so Sam that he couldn't push him away. Finally, Sam pulled out and flopped down at Dean's side.

They laid there, saying nothing, breathing heavily for a good several minutes. Sam curled into Dean's side, seemingly oblivious to the mess they'd just made of each other. Then, after a while, Dean asked, "How was it?"

Sam's voice cracked, reminding Dean again how much younger he was. "So fucking good, De." He kissed Dean's shoulder. Dean turned his head and kissed Sam's forehead.

"Good."

"Thank you," Sam added, and a swell of pride rose in Dean.

"Love you so much, Sammy." I'd do anything for you, you don't even have to ask was the part he left out. "Don't you forget it."

"How could I," Sam murmured sleepily. He yawned. "Let's clean up before we fall asleep."

Dean chuckled, remembering the drying cum all up his front and probably Sam's, too. "Yeah, probably a good idea. Hope there's still hot water."

[italwayshadtobeyou]

For @holyfreaks 's birthday mini event: Cycles/ouroboros.

[winchesterhymns]

Day 2: Motel rooms, Love like religion / Devotion

A johndean moodboard for @holyfreaks mini event!!

[chineseshoestore]

Emma Klee

@holyfreaks for the growing pains prompt

[wrenwinchester]

For @holyfreaks

This one isn’t as canon compliant as originally intended, but you go where the story takes you. I don’t like how the last part turned out, but I’m exhausted, so it’s all I’ve got. There was supposed to be more, but my uterus is trying to kill me, so have at it.

Devotion and First and Last Times

Dean

Dean watched as his mom and dad carefully brought little Sammy into the house.

“Can I hold him, Mommy?” He asked, his eyes big and pleading.

Mary of course relented, “Of course, Dean, but you have to sit down, okay. Can you go sit on the couch for me?” She asked and Dean ran to get settled in.

“You sure ‘bout this, Mary?” John asked. “Dean can be rambunctious, and Sammy is just a few days old.”

Mary just looked at John with a scoff. “We’ll be right next to them, they’ll be fine.”

Dean was beyond excited to have a little brother to play with. He was practically vibrating with excitement at the idea of holding his little brother, and showing him the ropes.

Mary gently laid Sammy in Dean’s arms, “make sure you support his head.” She said, and stood above watching as her four-year-old gazed lovingly at his little brother.

“You’re gonna have to watch out for him, Dean. Help keep him safe, okay?” John said, and Dean just nodded.

“I’ll take care of you, Sammy. No matter what.” His parents smiled at the words, but Dean only had eyes for Sam.

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Dean watched closely, Sam’s relieved sag has he heard his brother’s voice calling for him. The way Sam was cradling his arm, definitely injured, but Dean wasn’t sure if it was broken or dislocated, or something else entirely.

He knew Sam was exhausted, Dean could see it in the way he stumbled forward. Barely catching himself before he fell with each step.

Movement behind Sam caught his eye. “Sam, look out!” Dean yelled as he started running. Sam tried to turn around but it was too late, the knife had gone into his back and was gone again. Dean sped up, as if he could run any faster, his heart had stopped. He felt it drop in his chest as he rushed to catch Sam before he hit the ground.

Dean vaguely registered Bobby chasing after the guy, but he only had eyes for Sam. Sam, who was going to be fine. He had to be. Sam whose blood was leaking out all over the ground and Dean’s hands. Sam who believed Dean when he said he would be okay. Sam, Dean’s baby brother, baby. Dean’s everything.

Sam’s belief in Dean is why he allowed himself to drift off in the first place. Dean would take care of him, he always did.

When Bobby came back, Sam was long dead, and Dean had already carried the Sam-not-Sam thing into one of the houses, and was sitting by the bed where he’d laid him.

“Dean, do you want me to build the pyre?” He asked, and the thought shook him to his core. Sam was supposed to be the one to get out of the hunting life, he was supposed to have the apple pie life, he did, until Dean helped take it from him. Sam was supposed to bury Dean. Not the other way around. Dean was supposed to die young, not his baby brother. Not his Sammy.

Dean couldn’t say anything at first so he just shook his head. Watching Sam just lay on the bed, Dean could almost pretend he was just sleeping, that he hadn’t bled out. For once, Sam looked peaceful, even if he didn’t look like Sam.

“Dean…” Bobby said, trying to help the boy see the truth.

“I said no Bobby!” Dean snapped, he hadn’t meant to, and his emotions were crawling their way up his throat. “Not yet,” he said, softer this time, barely audible, and broken.

Dean Winchester was broken.

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The idea had started forming the morning after Sam had died, Dean wasn’t supposed to be here. He should have died after that Rugaru hunt, but Sam found a way to save him. And then he should have died after the accident, but instead, John, no his dad, traded his soul for Dean. And suddenly, Dean was the only Winchester left. It wasn’t right.

Sam and John had both saved Dean, just for Dean to be left alone, it wasn’t fair. That’s when the idea struck.

I could make a deal. Dean thought. And so he started planning, he’d have to chase Bobby off, but that wouldn’t be to hard, truthfully, Dean didn’t care about the world if Sammy wasn’t in it.

So that’s what he did. The next day, when Bobby came back from his run for food, and tried once again to convince Dean to leave Sam, Dean blew up at him, it got more emotional than he had meant it to, but that just sold his point. And with that, Bobby walked back out the door, and Dean was well and truly alone.

He sat and talked to Sam for hours, well, the not-Sam thing that looked like him. He looked pale, and Dean just talked. He talked until his voice was hoarse, and finally, at nightfall, he decided to act on his plan.

He drove, he was definitely white knuckling it’s he could almost hear Sam chiding him for his speed, but he had to do this before he could back out.

He arrived at the cross roads. “IM HERE TO MAKE A DEAL!” He shouted after following the ritual. His heart pounded. What if they didn’t show. What if they didn’t care.

And then she did, and suddenly, he could almost feel the weight of the world lift just a little as he felt, from miles away, that Sam was breathing again.

He didn’t believe it until he saw him though. Dean held his breath the entire drive back to Cold Oak, and more as he walked into the house where he had left Sam’s body.

But when he walked in, and saw Sam, standing, examining his back in the mirror, it’s Dean’s turn to sag in relief. His baby brother was alive.

“Sammy? Thank God.” Dean said as he all but ran to hold his baby brother.

Now he just had to keep this secret from him.

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Sam

That first Tuesday was the worst, if only because it felt the most real. Dean could die on the job at any point, even the nonsupernatural. It felt so real. All those Tuesdays and the six months that followed. Living without Dean. It was the worst thing that could have happened to him. And Sam knew it. Dean had only had to go through three days of him being gone, and he got to be near him the whole time. Sam wasn’t so lucky.

When that time was up, Sam still had to go through the pain of actually losing his brother to hell, but that’s not this story.

The first two months after all the Tuesdays, Sam spent trying to deal Dean back to life, to give anything, his soul, his “right” to the throne of hell, whatever he could try to pass off, he did. But no one was buying. So Sam did what he could, he sought revenge. He was going to find that damned trickster if it was the last thing he did. And, if Sam had it his way, it would be.

Getting Dean back, making it through that Wednesday, and avoiding the trickster made the most sense. But god, after everything Sam was still angry. He wanted revenge, but at the same time, he hadn’t lost any time with his brother. It still felt wrong.

Months later, Dean’s deal was cashed in, and Lilith was there to watch. Sam was angry, no. He was pissed. Once again, there was nothing he could do, no one was dealing, none of the demons wanted anything to do with Sam, so Sam did the only thing he could think to do, and he through himself into finding a way to get revenge for his brother. To kill Lilith, and maybe, just maybe, he’d get lucky and take himself out in the process.

When Dean came back, Sam was of course overjoyed. He had his brother back, but there was so much more. Guilt, pain, the need for revenge, and the secret of what he’d been doing with Ruby.

He lost himself for Dean, and Dean still had no idea.