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sleepypercy submitted:

Captain! Soooo I kinda joined Tumblr (except my guitar is giving me the evil eye and telling me to stop fucking around on the internets and play with him instead) and I thought I'd say hello. And then I thought - what better way to say hello than with Wincest? So here's some schmoopier-than-I-intended loving between the boys:

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Dean’s said Sam’s name so many times and in so many ways, and sometimes Sam wonders how his name sounded coming from Dean’s mouth for the first time. He figures it was shortly after he came home from the hospital; bundled in soft blankets as his mother pulled Dean close, gently laying his new baby brother into his four-year-old arms and introducing them to each other.

This is Sam, he imagines his mom saying, holding them both on her lap as Dean peered curiously into his face while Sam stared back with large, serious eyes. He remembers Dean once telling him how, as a baby, he was constantly staring at the world like he was trying to learn everything at once.

Sam, Dean repeats, and Sam thinks his brother would have given him the same steady, careful consideration he gave everything new before finally warming up to him after a couple of days.

Since that first time, Sam’s certain that the number of times his brother’s said his name must be somewhere in the high thousands, if not more. And it’s been through every variation possible from Dean’s tongue – laughed out when Sam did something silly, spoken scornfully when Dean thought Sam was being an idiot, murmured quietly when Dean let his guard slip and allowed his tone to turn warm and affectionate, and so many more ways than Sam could ever keep track of.

But it’s this way – slurred against his skin in wonder as Dean maps Sam’s body with his mouth – that Sam likes best; loves the feel of his name echoing from Dean’s warm puffs of breath into the soft part of Sam’s neck, the side of his arm, the curves of his stomach as Dean repeats Sam over and over again, like he’s either confirming whose body he’s touching or claiming Sam as his own.

When Dean’s finally done reintroducing himself to every curve and mole and ticklish area on Sam, Sam smiles, slides his hand behind Dean’s head so he can draw him back up to face him, and kisses his brother slow and wet and hard enough to bruise. And when Dean’s too breathless to say anything more, Sam whispers right into his mouth, “Dean.”