#weecest prompt

[bethesammytomydean]

Dean swallowed. The hand between his legs was warm and Dean couldn't help but spread his legs a little more at the touch. He licked his lips, trying to play off the little sound he made as a cough.

"You alright, son?"

Dean looked at his father who was seated across from him and Sam at the table, all of them waiting for the food to be brought to them. "Yessir, jus' got an itch my throat." John seemed satisfied at his answer, looking back down at the newspaper he had been reading on the hunt for a new case.

"You have to be careful, De. You don't want to choke," Sam's innocent little voice came from next to Dean, making him turn his head to look at his younger brother. Sam's eyes were wide and big, looking like innocence itself. He then smiled, leaning in a bit closer so their father wouldn't hear. "You and I both know I'm much better at choking." He happily squeezed Dean's dick through his pants, then turned away and peered at the newspaper John was reading. Dean swallowed once again as he adjusted his now hard cock in his pants. Damn it. Sam was going to be the death of him one day.

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Wincest prompt: AU in which 17 years old Sam is a transgender man and Dean and him are dating. Dean is very supportive, makes extra money to buy him binders, always has a few pads with him in case Sam forgot to take some, and fights off anyone who gives him shit. Sam feels insecure because he's scared Dean might only be dating him because he hasn't fully transitioned and although he likes his petite and feminine figure, he wants to be seen as a guy. A feminine guy, but a guy nonetheless. Dean comforts him and tell him he is in love with him, not his vagina.

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Weecest prompt: Sam is sixteen, sweet and beautiful and shy and Dean is so in love with him. Dean calls him baby which makes Sam blush but smile anyways and Dean takes him to the library even if he doesn’t like it and every night he caresses Sam’s warm skin until they fall asleep. Sam sits on Dean’s lap even when they are in public areas because he is so innocent he doesn’t see what’s wrong with sitting on his brother’s lap, and yes he loves it when Dean wraps his arms around his waist and he knows they’re more than brothers and someday they’ll kiss and make love but he’s not worried, it only seems natural to him.

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THE CUTEST THING IN MY HEAD JUST NOW. Okay but just imagine when Sam was like 5 and Dean was 9 and they were staying at a rundown place and John had gotten an air mattress. And then Dean keeps bouncing a giggling Sam into the air with it. Idk Idk

From walmart, on sale for 60$–a queen size air mattress that would mean being able to get a more comfortable sleep in motel rooms that offered beds with broken springs or stained mattresses. 

Once the thing was blown up and settled in the middle of the room, John left, off to chase the next big, bad thing that threatened civilians. Sam, of course, didn’t know this, but Dean was old enough to understand exactly what his father was doing.

At 6 years old, Sammy was just getting curious. “So, does dad really save people?” That was about all they’d told him of what John does. It seemed better that way, for Sam to not know. Perched on the edge of the air mattress, Sam tilted his head, hazel eyes wide and eternally questioning.

Dean swallowed. “Yeah, Sammy. ‘Course he does.” 

“But how?”

Dean let out a little breath and searched for something to say. He comes up short, falling heavy onto the air mattress, in turn, launching tiny Sam up into the air, landing once more on the mattress, bursting into a fit of soprano giggles.

Dean loved that sound, so he joined in, glad to have distracted Sam.

“Again!” Sam demands, dimples deep and eyes bright.

Dean obliges, falling into the mattress again, Sam bouncing up into the air, cheeks red with laughter as he lands.

John might save the world, but for now, in the tiny motel room, Dean saves Sam’s innocence.