#samjessbrady

[holyfreaks]

thinking bout stanford sam going to a small rock venue with jess and brady and head banging and fist pumping and moshing in the pit and just laughing nd feeling free and maybe smoking a little bit of weed and sharing some beers and they make their way down to the park where they lay down in the grass looking up at the stars and jess's hand is in sam's and brady is making him laugh so hard it hurts and he just thinks im alive im alive im alive I made it out and im alive

[superpolynatural]

Polyship Tags

OT3

Wincestiel | Dean x Sam x Cas

Winpala | Dean x Sam x Baby the Impala (Human AU or Car) (occasionally also John and/or Mary)

Winkline | Dean x Sam x Jack

WinJess | Dean x Sam x Jess

Wincestigan | Dean x Sam x Adam

Wincestifer | Dean x Sam x Lucifer

Wincestbriel | Dean x Sam x Gabriel

Wincenny | Dean x Sam x Benny

The Unholy Trinity | Crowley x Cas x Meg

The Triangles spn | Michael x Lucifer x Gabriel

Team Purgatory/Destiny | Dean x Cas x Benny

Sastriel | Sam x Cas x Gabriel

SamJimstiel | Sam x Cas x Jimmy

SamJesstiel | Sam x Cas x Jess

Sam x Jess x Jack

Sam x Jess x Gabriel

Sam x Jess x Brady

Sastielena | Sam x Cas x Rowena

Saileenstiel | Sam x Eileen x Cas

Saileena | Sam x Eileen x Rowena

Sabrifer | Sam x Gabriel x Lucifer

Sabrieleen | Sam x Gabriel x Eileen

Sabrena | Sam x Gabriel x Rowena

Midamoul | Michael x Adam x Ghouldam

Meanstiel | Dean x Cas x Meg

Mamstiel | Sam x Cas x Meg

Jody x Donna x Ellen

Jody x Donna x Linda

Jody x Donna x Mary

Full House of Wincest | Dean x Sam x John (Occasionally also Adam and/or Mary)

Drowstiel | Dean x Crowley x Cas

Debriestiel | Dean x Gabriel x Cas

Dean x Sam x Crowley

DeanJimstiel | Dean x Cas x Jimmy

Bobby x Rufus x Ellen

Bobby x Ellen x Jody

Bendebriel | Dean x Gabriel x Benny

OT4

Team Free Love | Dean x Sam x Gabriel x Cas

Winklinestiel | Dean x Sam x Cas x Jack

WinJimstiel | Dean x Sam x Cas x Jimmy

WinJesstiel | Dean x Sam x Cas x Jess

Sam x Adam x Michael x Lucifer

Sabrieleena | Sam x Gabriel x Eileen x Rowena

Michcestifer | Dean x Sam x Michael x Lucifer

Megcestiel | Dean x Sam x Meg x Cas

MeanJimstiel | Dean x Cas x Meg x Jimmy

Lucestiel | Dean x Sam x Lucifer x Cas

Jody x Donna x Ellen x Mary

Dean x Sam x Michael x Adam

Dean x Lisa x Cas x Meg

Bencestiel | Dean x Sam x Benny x Cas

Archangelcule | Michael x Lucifer x Raphael x Gabriel

OT+

Team Free Love & Nougat | Dean x Sam x Cas x Gabriel x Jack

Team Free Burning Love | Dean x Sam x Cas x Gabriel x Jess

Team Free Burning Love & Nougat | Dean x Sam x Cas x Gabriel x Jess x Jack

Team Free Kitchen Sink | 8+ SPN Characters in a Polycule

Team Free Let's Fuck the Car | Dean x Sam x Cas x Baby the Impala + Others

Team Free Love Over Ice | Dean x Sam x Cas x Lucifer x Gabriel

Self-Cest+

Samcest | 3+ Sams or 2+ Sams + Others

Deancest | 3+ Deans or 2+ Deans + Others

Cascest | 3+ Cas's or 2+ Cas's + Others

Deancestiel | 2 Deans + Cas

[bradycore]

au where sam gets back to the apartment just as the demon is about to kill jess, and manages to exorcise it and save both jess and brady. long story short sam still goes on the road with dean but jess and brady are both very stubborn and not about to let him go "gallivanting off after fucking monsters with your sketchy brother seriously sam what is wrong with you" so they end up tagging along in the backseat. dean is not happy about it but at least jess shares his music taste so when sam's being too bitchy he gives her front seat privileges; sam is terrified they'll get hurt but also really glad they're with him. the chaotic sibling energy in the impala goes up by 1000%. this is the original original tfw

[nonagesimus]

sam/jess/brady in the rhps verse (but doesn't have to be rhps related)

anon? i love you. i’m so invested in this verse that very few people care about. this one IS going under a cut since it got a little excessive. the rhps fic, for anyone who would like context.

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It wasn’t like Dean had timed it out or anything.

This wasn’t that kind of movie. No long keeping track of days, no semi-stalking. He just maybe had looked up whenabouts Stanford’s commencement ceremony was going to be. And maybe the date had stuck in his head. And then there was a classic salt and burn in Gilroy, and that was so close, so. It wasn’t like it was out of his way, is all.

The figure that crossed the stage when the name Sam Winchester was called was far too tall, beaming like pure sunlight, and as he walked into the group of graduates was immediately mobbed by a pair of blondes.

They were still pinned to his sides when Dean found him in the crowd of families and students afterwards.

“-rents get to argue about who’s taking us to dinner tonight,” guy-blonde was saying as Dean approached, tugging at Sam’s gown like he was straightening it.

Girl-blonde, tucked under Sam’s arm in a way that made Dean think girlfriend for sure, said, “That or one of us calls dibs on Sam and the other one goes solo. Rock, paper, scissors?”

“I’m not supporting that.” It was the first thing Dean had heard his baby brother say in over four years, and the bottom of his stomach went somewhere six feet down.

So, yeah, Dean wasn’t even paying attention to which of the blondes was talking, let alone what they were saying, as he got closer. Close enough to see the moment Sam saw him. Watched the smile slide off his face in favour of blank shock. Watched his spine go poker-straight which, yeah, the kid had gotten way taller than Dean remembered him being and he hated it just a little bit. Whatever conversation that had been happening died out completely. Dean stopped a few feet away.

“Hey Sammy.”

“Dean,” Sam said, and both blondes got a little more tense. “What are you doing here?”

“You think I was gonna miss your graduation,” he said, with a lot more confidence than he was feeling, and his douchiest grin.

The douche part apparently came across, because guy-blond muttered, “Oh, fuck off,” before turning to Sam. “This is your brother?”

Girl-blonde said, “Brady,” in a vaguely warning tone, and guy-blond said, “Jess,” sugar-sweet.

Which, at least now Dean knew their names.

“Yeah,” Sam said, still with his eyes fixed. “This is my brother, Dean.”

“Cool,” Brady drawled, folding his arms and stepping forward so he was standing between them. “Nice of you to show when you never call.”

Sam said, “Brady,” in the same tone Jess had before.

And Dean knew, he was not actually an idiot so he absolutely knew, that picking a fight with Sam’s friends was the stupidest thing he could choose to do at that particular moment, but his hackles were already up. “You got something to say about it?”

By his face Brady definitely did, but Sam said his name again, this time with a hand on his arm to draw him back. “It’s ok, just- Give us a minute ok. Go talk to your parents.”

Brady scoffed, showed no sign of leaving, but he did hang back with Jess when Sam walked off a bit of a distance, gesturing Dean after him.

“Nice to know you have such a good guard dog,” Dean said.

Sam sighed, folding his arms. “Why are you here, Dean? Why now?”

“It’s your graduation,” Dean said. “I know I didn’t go to college, but I know that’s a big deal.”

Sam just stared, eyebrows slightly raised, and that? That was new. Four years ago Dean would’ve had the chops to wait Sam out, even if it was only just. Apparently normal life had mellowed Sam out a little. Or maybe Dean was just a little on edge.

“I don’t know, Sam,” he said. “I just… Thought I’d come see what you were planning to do next.”

There was a terrible understanding look that crossed Sam’s face. His whole posture changed. “That’s- that’s really it isn’t it?” He shook his head, disbelieving. “You came to see if I got this all out of my system and I’m ready to come hunting again.”

“Hey, no,” Dean said, looking over his shoulder and seeing Brady straighten and turn towards them. “No, that’s not why I came. I just want to know, ok?”

He could tell from the set of his jaw that Sam didn’t believe him, but he wasn’t going to fight him on it. It was good enough. “Law school,” he said. “Still here. I got a full ride.”

“That’s- I guess congratulations are in order?” Dean said. “Let me take you out for a drink. Your friends too, I kind of feel like they’ll follow us anyway.”

“Probably,” said Sam, turning to head back towards the pair of them.

As they walked back, Dean did get the chance to pick on something that had been sticking out to him. “So, what’s with the earrings, trying to look like a younger, gayer George Michael?”

And they must have been within earshot, because Brady’s expression flashed venemous, before he turned to greet Sam with the words, “Everything ok, babe?” and a peck on the lips.

And Sam accepted it. Braced a hand on Brady’s waist and stayed close. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”

So that. Was something. Dean cleared his throat, tried to move on. “We were gonna go get a drink and catch up,” he said. “If you two wanted to tag along.”

And yes, they did, both splitting off briefly to relocate their parents and confirm plans for later on, and then they were back. Apparently they took some time to make a plan as well, because when they made the decision to drag Dean to a bar within walking distance Sam and Brady pulled ahead and Jess walked with Dean.

“Big move, showing up on graduation day out of no where,” she said, aggressively cheerful.

“Sure,” Dean said, straining despite himself to hear the conversation Brady and Sam were having ahead of them.

Sam’s arm was slung around Brady’s shoulders, and Brady’s was around Sam’s waist, so they weren’t talking loud, but Dean thought he caught Brady saying, “-so sorry-“.

“You wanna talk about your decision making process there, hot shot?” Jess asked.

The phrase, “-not hiding either-“ drifted back in Sam’s voice.

“Not really,” Dean said. Maybe he should’ve been playing nicer.

“Cool,” Jess said, drawing out the vowel so the word could be a sentence. Then she turned so she was standing in front of Dean and stopped walking, meeting his eyes with an expression that made it clear that she was just as angry as Brady seemed to be. “I need you to know that he’s been doing fucking awesome without you. And if you’ve pulled your head out of your ass far enough to be his brother again, that’s great, but you better not hurt him again.”

And Dean should’ve brushed it off. Should have said, “Sure,” or “Or what?” or any number of ways he could dismiss an implicit threat from some college girl. Maybe he didn’t have as much control over himself as he thought he did, because what he said was, “He’s the one that left.”

“Sure,” Jess said, voice scathing. “That’s how that works.” Then she’d turned and jogged to catch up with the others, tucking herself under Sam’s free arm and leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. Dean followed. Kept his distance for a little while. Until they got to a bar and settled into a booth.

He’d kind of hoped to regain to equilibrium in the bar. Kind of hoped eighteen years together would trump whatever dynamic Sam had built up with these two in Dean’s absence, that it’d be easy. They were family, after all. Instead it just rubbed in that as far as Dean was concerned the last four years of Sam’s life were a blank slate. That he’d done much, much more than just gotten taller, and Dean was pretty sure he was the same person he’d been when Sam had walked out that door. It wasn’t that it was awkward, he’d always been able to front, and Sam at least made an effort to include him.

He managed to get them to the pool tables, and that made things little easier. Gave him something to focus on. The familiar feel of a cue in his hands, the crack when the balls impacted. And it gave him the smugness of winning - no need to play dumb because, as tempting as it was, if he tried to hustle Sam’s boyfriend he didn’t think Sam would appreciate it. But he was winning, at least until he noticed Jess leaning to kiss Brady in the corner of his vision and missed a really easy shot, and Sam took the opportunity to clean up the whole rest of the table.

None of them acted like anything at all was up, and eventually Dean had to take a cigarette break and Sam followed him out.

“How’s dad?” he asked. Tentative, like he wasn’t quite sure of his footing.

“Fine,” Dean said. “Think he’s chasing werewolves in Louisiana right now.” There was a pause. “This whole thing with- you and Brady, and Brady and Jess…” He trailed off.

There was a touch of a smirk on Sam’s face. “Yeah?”

“I don’t have any idea what’s going on in your life, do I?” Dean asked.

It got a him a real smile. “No, no you don’t,” Sam said. “Look, they- they’re not your biggest fans. But if you do want to know what’s going on in my life, I’d like you to.”

“Yeah,” Dean said, voice suddenly rough. “Yeah- I’d. That’d be cool.”

“I missed you, Dean,” Sam said, quieter.

A big chunk of Dean desperately wanted to tell him they didn’t need a chick-flick moment, but that chunk was a big part of why he hadn’t spoken to his baby brother in four years, so instead he forced himself past in the lump in his throat to say, “I missed you too.”

[gooferdusted]

Opinions on jess/sam/brady?

OHHH INTRIGUING..... tbh I've never rlly thought abt bc I'm usually in lesbian sam mode or gay sam mode but like..., ur brain.... massive

[winchestersinthedrift]

okay omg so basically everything about the whole stanford situation is 100x better (or more painful) by making brady and jess related. it lends itself pERFECTLY to fucked-up polyamorous incestuous samjessbrady, which then has the potential to become my favourite ship of all time: double incest (aka samjessbradydean). there's also the fact that j & b look v similar and i headcanon them both as sort of loud and assertive and that works so well paired with stanford!sam gOD I LOVE THIS

gosh ahaha I love your enthusiasm for this I’m like ... v open to the possibilities but I think I’ve only ever read one samjessbrady (and I can’t even remember what or when or where it just vaguely feels familiar in my head) and I haven’t read ANY double incest (ahaha) (tho now the Bates twins are also around to fulfil that Very Niche role lol). Do you have any recs? is that your tag for it - samjessbradydean? 

Also def agree that I would buy brady and jess as related, definitely definitely 

[holyfreaks]

so sam meets brady first and have what was thought to be a quick one night stand blowjob at a frat party but then they find out they share a class so they start to hang out together and they try to study together but it ends up with them coming in their pants, drunk handjobs, sloppy makeout sessions, etc

then sam meets jess and falls in love. brady feels.... sad somehow. even though they were casual, it still feels like he's losing sam a bit.

then he gets possessed.

demon brady falls into drugs and partying and is this close to dropping out of school and sam notices and tries SO hard to get brady back on track but all brady is interested in is getting in bar fights and fucking sam.

sam would never cheat on jess, but maybe he could save brady, ya know? so he allows brady to hit him and kiss it better

then jess dies and well. you know how that goes.

[holyfreaks]

snippets of the samjessbrady stanford era fanfic that I probably won't ever finish (nsfw)