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Forever grateful to late seasons spn for giving me Sam going full murder mode on anyone who gets too close to Dean for his liking 😌
Title: To Reclaim Love’s Obsession
Author: fandom-hoarder/ladygizarme
Rating: Explicit/18+
Created for: @witchsambingo ; square: Sam/Dean
@j3bingo ; square: Mind Control/Brainwashing
@lgbtqbingo ; square: Love Obsession
Pairing: Wincest (Sam/Dean)
Warnings: Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings
Additional Tags: incest, dubcon elements, witch!Sam, unauthorized magic, non-consensual magic, mind-altering magic, unintended consequences, minor character death, canon-typical spell blood-letting, possessive!sam, possessive!dean, anal fingering, anal sex, Episodes 11x13 and 11x14
Summary: Logically, it seems silly to be keeping the spell book a secret from Dean. Especially when Sam knows there’s not going to be anything they can actually use against Amara in it. Sonja died too easily to be that powerful, and her spells are too easily translated to be useful against God’s sister.
No, Sam knows why he really took it. And as soon as Dean is safely ensconced in his own bedroom, Sam escapes to his secret spell room adjacent to the archives and settles in to find a love spell for his brother.
Word Count: 3k+
Thanks to: @stillwaterseas for brainstorming with me, @cordellwinchesterwalker for cheerleading, and @padalelli for the awesome banner!! 💖💖💖
Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35115535
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]
Currently thinking of Dean fresh back from Hell, and Sam checking over every inch of him, learning the changes.
He used to know Dean’s body better than his own, every claw mark and bite and slash and how each of them were acquired. Even the ones from when he was at Stanford - the ones he’s spent hours on, learning by sight and feel and wishing he could speak of the regret he has, that he wasn’t there and didn’t protect him.
It’s all new now - unmarked and whole, except for the handprints.
Sam doesn’t realize at first that he’s growling, low in his throat, every time his fingers or lips skim over the raised flesh. It’s not the first time Dean’s ever been marked, even if it is the first time in his remade skin, but it is the first time a mark has felt like a claim.
And that’s not okay.
Sam spends hours, marking out every scar Dean used to have, a roadmap of memories sucked and bitten and scratched into his skin. Dean lets him, moans that send shivers down his spine, writhing on the bed beneath Sam’s hands. When every mark is recalled, recreated, Sam straddles him, sinks down on him and rides him slowly, until Dean is almost in tears, clutching at his hips and waist, gasps out “yours, God, Sammy, ‘m yours,” and they both come.
When Dean’s finally asleep, Sam slips out of his arms, grabs a marker from his bag, and gets to work.
-
Currently thinking of Dean waking up, smiling at Sam sleeping in his arms. He’s been an expert at disentangling their legs as long as he can remember, and Sam doesn’t wake up when he rolls away, walks to the bathroom.
Dean’s halfway through brushing his teeth when he sees the black scribbles on his shoulders.
Xs, in thick bold lines, cover the handprints. And across his chest, ‘MINE,’ reminding Dean of a jealous little brother who hated sharing when they were young.
It’s almost enough to make Dean believe that they’ll work it out, that the secrets they’ve both accumulated over four months (forty years) won’t break them.
She’s pretty, really pretty. Petite, with brown hair and big beautiful breasts, just the way Dean loves them. And Sam can picture her hanging on his brother’s cock just perfectly.
"Is Dean here ?" She asks, trying to see past Sam
"Who are you ?"
"Oh, I’m Julie, we were suppposed to see each other tonight" She blushes a little, her eyes shining with excitement. Sam gets it, he would be like that too if he was about to go out with someone as perfect as Dean.
"I thought your name was Amanda ?" He says, frowning
"Amanda ?"
"Yeah, that’s what he called you on the phone last night, when you were . . . you know . . . talking"
He can see the exact moment she gets it. The moment she goes from happy to heart broken, to sad and then to angry. So fucking angry.
"He’s such an asshole ! I can’t believe he did that !" She screams, tears running down her face
"I’m so sorry" He says, faking his embarrassment "Do you want me to do tell him something or . . . ?"
"Tell him to go fuck himself ! And that he doesn’t know what he’s missing !"
"I’ll make sure to let him know" He promises as she runs away, probably too humiliated to care.
He should feel bad. God knows he should feel guilty, and he does, but this feeling isn’t as deep and good as knowing that he kept another girl away from Dean. That he will get to spend one more night with Dean.
But he had to do it. He had to find ways to get Dean to stay with him, and as the time goes by, the harder it gets.
Dean barely buys the "I’m too sick to stay home alone" excuse. He doesn’t believe Sam when he pretends to have a headache, nor when he says his stomach is hurting.
He tried to convince their dad to force Dean to stay home. Even went as far as getting punished so Dean would have to stay and watch him.
"Hey Sammy, was someone just here?" Dean asks, opening the bathroom door
"No. Were you waiting for someone ?"
"Yeah, Julie was supposed to come over. It’s weird, she should have been here at least ten minutes ago"
"Maybe she forgot ?"
"I don’t know. Man, it’s so weird, that’s the third time I've been stood up.
"Yeah, that’s weird" Sam answers, making sure to look appropriately concerned.
"Well, at least I got you" Dean says with a wink "Who could love me better than my baby bro?"
"No one" He answers right away "Want me to order some pizza ?"
"That would be awesome" Dean says, flopping down on the couch next to him, with smile on his face. "Thanks, Sammy. For being here I mean"
"That’s what little brothers are for, isn’t it ?"
Sam should feel bad and guilty for what he's doing, but he doesn’t. Because every time a girl doesn’t show up, every time Dean is forced to stay with him, he can see the same wave of relief on Dean’s face, telling him that he did the right thing.
Dean is right, no one can love him better than Sam does. Dean just needs extra time to figure out how much.
Beta by @debivc78
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Episode Tag, Aftermath of Possession, Sam Winchester's Season 14 Angst Beard, Facial Shaving, Possessive Sam Winchester, Established Relationship, Top Dean, Bottom Sam, Episode: s14e03 The Scar Summary:
Coda to The Scar (14x03). It's been weeks, and Sam doesn't have it in him to wait for Dean to sort through this mess himself.
Ya know, tbh, everyone thinks Dean would be the jealous one because of how protective he is. But I think Sam would be the jealous one. He's just better at hiding it because of all the girls Dean flirts with to keep up appearances. Sam just silently fumes in the corner while Dean knows what's happening. He just laughs at Sam but he knows Sam means well and then takes him home to show him there is nothing to be jealous of <3
this is something that i could stand behind because it’s totally true. like dean is protective but sam is possessive. i mean, dean is possessive of sam but it’s because of his protectiveness that dean is possessive of him, if that makes sense. in dean’s head, it’s like, it’s my job to protect my sammy, so back off.
where as, sam is possessive and he gets really really possessive of dean because dean is like sugar water to flies. dean draws everyone into him because they all want a taste of him.
but there dad managed to drill into dean’s head this image of masculinity that dean refuses to give up completely meaning that he’ll pretty much fuck anything with tits and a pretty face and sam will let him because the moment that dean feels that his masculinity is threatened in anyway, he’ll have his legs crossed quicker than a virgin in church and sam blames it on their father, that dean won’t accept that the fact it’s okay to like both genders, it doesn’t make him any less of a man but just try talking dean into believing that.
however when dean feels like he’s no longer in the danger zone of being called anything less than he is, he’ll flash a smile to the girl and then leave the bar with sam and sam will release all of that pent up rage that boils under his skin when he watches dean. and dean’s body will just mold to sam’s body like it was made for it.
sam’s favorite thing to do though is while dean is talking up this girl, a cute little thing that would most certainly be fun to do, he’ll walk up behind dean and run his hands down dean’s chest in the most possessive way possible, moving to kiss down dean’s neck before coming back up to nip at dean’s ear lobe, looking the girl straight in the eye.
and the girl will gasp as she stumbles to her feet, blush settling over her face. “oh...” she’ll stutter. “i didn’t... i didn’t realize that he was with... someone.”
and sam will just smirk, hands still on his brother who is most certainly blushing now because public affection from his brother was always something that made his skin heat up and blood boil. “that’s fine.” sam will say and it is fine. “dean just likes to flirt with pretty little things like you because he thinks that it gets me jealous. no harm, no foul, right?”
the girl will just nod, still blushing as she tripped over her own two feet backing up away from sam because he has this fire in his eyes, just daring her to reach out and touch dean again. and when she’ll leave, sam will plop down in the seat that she was just in, noting the way that the freckles on dean’s face only seems to pop out more across his red flesh.
so yeah, dean might be protective but sam is possessive. hella possessive.
send wincest headcanons this way
Prompt: Sams very Jealous because Dean is getting a lot of attention from interested girls and guys?
It’s not like Sam can blame them. There’s something about Dean, other then his beautiful eyes, his pretty face, his perfect body, no, there’s something else. Because Dean - Dean isn’t just a body. Dean is everything. He’s the laugh, the smile, the cry, the fear. He’s the sun and the moon, and one look at him - One, and you’re gone.
He can’t blame them. He’ve been blinded by his brother since the very first time he looked at him. But the thing is - Dean was blinded by him, too. Two forming one.
This is why, even though he can’t blame them, he hates every one of them.
« Hi, I’m Christie » The girl says, leaning way too much over Dean, almost pressing her body against him.
« Hey Christie » Dean is smiling back, because they need the information. But Sam can already feel his blood boiling.
He rolls his eyes, looking somewhere else, anywhere else, but he regrets it immediately. Because here, in the corner of the coffee shop, there’s one of them again, a guy this time, looking at Dean with hungry eyes.
« Do you know something, yes or no? » He asks, his jaw clenched. The girl looks at him with wide eyes as if she’s seeing him for the first time.
« I… no. I wasn’t working that night »
« Of course » He rolls his eyes, cursing her silently for making them lose their time, before heading to the door, not waiting for Dean.
« Sorry about my… coworker. He‘s a little on edge today »
Sam doesn’t hear the rest of the conversation but he’s pretty sure that the girl is asking Dean out, and maybe the boy, too. Who knows.
« Seriously Sam? You had to get all crazy on her? » Dean asks, starting the car « It’s not like I was gonna do anything with her. It was for the case, and you just… Fuck, you could have ruin our only chance »
« So what? I shouldn’t have say anything ? She didn’t know anything »
« So this as nothing to do with the fact that she was hitting on me? »
« I don’t know Dean, you tell me. Imagine having to watch me get hit on again and again, boys and girls, old and young, all the time »
« Don’t have to act like a bitch » Dean mumbles, and that’s it - That’s too much for Sam.
« Stop the car »
« What? »
« I said, stop the car! »
Dean does as he is told before focusing all his attention on Sam.
«Out »
Jealousy is burning inside of Sam, making it impossible for him to think clearly. Reaction like a bitch - He could have reacted more badly than that, Dean would have reacted more badly than that, and yet, here they are, with Dean complaining.
« Do you know why I get mad, Dean? » He asks, pushing his brother against the hood, their bodies pressing against each other. He can already feel his brother getting hard, and it only turns him on a little more.
« I - No »
« Because they think they can have you » He whispers, kissing his brother ear « They think they can touch you. That they can talk to you. Because they don’t know that you’re mine » He bits his lobe, enjoying the little moan that escapes his brother lips « You are mine, right ? »
He’s not always sure about that. How can someone as perfect as Dean could want him ?
« Yes Sammy, of course I am » It’s the same look as always - the one that means ‘’You’re more important than anything else’’ and ‘I’m yours’’
« Good » He says before kissing him, hard and deep, until they’re both panting, Dean legs around his hips as he tries to get more friction. No one could do that to Dean. No one could make him feel this good, because it’s not just their bodies, it’s their minds, too. « Did she said she wasn’t working that night? »
« What ? » Dean frowns, trying to reach his brother mouth again
« Christie. She said she wasn’t working, right ? But I saw her on a picture of that night » He gets away from Dean, rushing to the car to find the picture back.
« Really Sammy? What about marking me and all? »
« Later. We need to go find her »
« I swear to God… » Dean sighs, adjusting his pants before climbing in the car. « I should have take off with the weird boy that was looking at me »
« Not even in your dreams » Sam replies, putting his hand possessively on Dean’s thigh « I’ll show them that you’re mine »
He doesn’t miss the little smirk that appears on Dean face, and he can’t help but smile back.
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